This monologue by Tucker perfectly illustrates the pride and stupidity of our elites.
I know others have been there before me but this is such a clown show it really needs repeating. Daniel Andrews not only makes it to Tucker Carlson but is featured in The Daily Mail as well.
The world is laughing at us thanks to Dan & Brett's science. pic.twitter.com/p4WDISij5a— real Rukshan (@therealrukshan) August 17, 2021
I also saw a chap eating an ice cream cone today and asked him what he thought of Daniel Andrews’s advice about never removing a mask even to drink beer. But then again, there is always this to compare ourselves with: New Zealand’s Ardern orders nationwide lockdown over one COVID-19 case. Truly the ANZAC tradition lives on.
Yes, “subject to retrospective revision”. I get that. I can even forgive the 25 death adjustment for the 31 Aug-13 Sep period…just. I’m a forgiving bloke, after all.
But that still leaves an adjustment of 128 fatalities, without explanation. That’s a lot of deaths, and a very significant adjustment. This is not a patient or two who may have lingered in an ICU for an extended period. This is about 15% of the entire nations official Covid deaths .
Now I might overlook this if the States were communicating by snail-mail, or if deaths weren’t nightly headline news in the disaster porn, but in this day and age…really? These details are supposedly reported up daily. A day or two’s delay could possibly be expected. However, combined, these two reports represent four weeks. This, all at a time when a Premier can lockdown a State within four hours. Perhaps the ‘Surveillance Team’ needs to watch the nightly news…or Dan’s morning Pressers.
To quote Calli, it’s “curious”.
In line with the graph above, my figures say that the proportion of Covid cases admitted to ICUs halved between the 1st and 2nd ‘waves’.
Vaccination? Nah, not even Trump worked that fast.
Guesses as to why, are now being collated. I’m open to all suggestions (except those involving nanobots).
This wonderful piece was sent to me earlier this evening and I, unfortunately, being out, missed it until now. Although it may be too late to beat that pot this evening, please give it a good going over tomorrow at 9pm, and then on until the lockdowns finish.
Professor Bunyip writes:
Bunyips as a broad rule are quite content with our own company. This is as much a matter of inevitability as preference since wives and sweethearts, present and ex, find so many deficiencies of character in need of comment that solitude becomes the balm of a hectored brain. When a cork being popped booms in the silence like Tchaikovsky’s cannon, life is generally as good as it is ever likely to get (allowing, of course, that one has not fallen in love with a lusty deaf mute).
There are, however, exceptions which every weary Victorian will immediately recognise while Lockdown 6.0 inflicts its further ravages on the pitiful tatters of the state’s economy. To the north of Trashcanistan on the Yarra, Sydneysiders kvetch about their first prolonged taste of the madness that has sealed them in their homes. Just wait, Harbourians, until your kids have missed almost two years of schooling, every third shop is shuttered or for lease, and the police have been given their head to stop, quiz, rebuke, rough up and charge those guilty of offences deemed heinous by our elected betters and their chief medical officers.
You know, things like sitting in a sunny park or ignoring the order that children must not, under any circumstances, play on swings and slides lest Mister COVID leap like a tumescent molester from the sandbox. Having pledged herself to the Dan Andrews model, there is no longer any choice but that Old Mother Gladys continues following her nose, as you might say, along the same downhill road.
The time will come though, as it has at the Billabong, when mandated solitude is several weeks of isolation too many. Strange thoughts and bizarre urges arise, even to the point of collecting the empty bottles from beneath the sofa, regarding the cat as a gifted interlocutor or dismantling the upstairs lavatory’s cistern because the constant drip of water leaking into the bowl becomes suddenly and infuriatingly too much to bear. Three weeks ago – blessed be Dan – Victorians were allowed to drive considerable distances to visit friends. Now – Dan be damned – we must remain indoors from 9pm until 5am, and woebetide all who fail to count their remaining cigarettes as darkness falls.
Tonight, come 9pm and every night thereafter, the Billabong will resound to a big metal spoon being banged on a bigger metal pot. It’s a one-Bunyip protest against insanity — and VicPol-proof to boot since there will be no stepping beyond the property line. As an exercise it might just draw off a little of the fury at being ordered about by a corrupt, jug-eared grub of Premier and his simpering sidekick CMO. It might even bleed of disgust with The Grub’s chief enabler, the Prime Minister who reaches immediately for the taxpayers’ chequebook to underwrite each and every of the premiers’ authoritarian frolics. If South Australia’s CMO were to announce an expert initiative aimed at ridding pizza boxes and footballs of viral peril, can anyone doubt Morrison would fund that too? Should Queensland’s CMO yearn for a return to the norm as one of the witches from the Scottish Play’s open scenes, the spineless net zero would rent her a theatre.
So tonight, if any of Dover Beach’s neoCats care to join the racket at 9pm, feel free to bang away. It would restore much faith that the idealised Australian of yore yet draws breath – disrespectful of authority, not open to bullying, imbued with rough-hewn common sense.
Don’t fancy that? Well you can always call one of the dobber lines and inform on noisy, neighbouring Australians. You know, the ones who fall short of the Good German standard.
This is a guest post by Mater, reposted with permission.
When you hear the Premiers indicate that we will remain under house arrest until we have zero cases and no community transmission, please keep this in mind.
The 2009 Swine flu (A(H1N1)pdm09) has been lurking around killing people during the flu season up to, and including, 2020, when deaths from any variety of flu completely, and miraculously, stopped in July of that year. That being, incidentally, almost exactly the time when Covid deaths started during the second wave in Victoria.
If we’d taken the same approach to A(H1N1)pdm09 as we have with Covid 19 and its variants, we would still be locked down, more than a decade later.
Remember, also, that A(H1N1)pdm09 attacks primarily the younger generations and, like all flus, tends to primarily kill those with co-morbidity factors. That, and the fact that younger people suffer less co-morbidities, would seem to be the telling factor in the death rate differences (although Covid-21 seems less deadly than A(H1N1)pdm09). The specialists seem to explain this by indicating that it is now more prevalent in the young.
“The ratio of deaths to cases in the year to date has decreased in comparison to this time last year, noting substantially lower case numbers this year and the difference in age distributions of those infected in 2021 versus 2020.”
Year to date (2020) 1 January – 1 August 2020 – Case Fatality Rate = 2.75%
Year to date (2021) 1 January – 1 August 2021 – Case Fatality Rate = 0.28%
I rest my case.
This is the first of what I hope will be a series of posts on the future of the Right following the collapse of the old Right positions that have held sway, really, since the 1970s. Today, Arky has the floor.
What is the Right? It is a widely assorted collection of people who can be categorised under the following:
1. Christian Right. Further divided under categories such as Catholic Right, Evangelical Right and the demoralised, disillusioned rump of what remains of the traditional protestant denominations such as Anglicans and Presbyterians.
2. The Libertarian Right. Further divided into true libertarians, free marketeer purists, and globalist pigs masquerading as libertarians.
3. RINOs. Leftists and opportunists pretending to be compassionate and reasonable versions of the right, seemingly unaware that their smug framing of themselves in this way comes with the presumption that the basic tenets of the right are mean and selfish, i.e, these are idiots, rogues, dullards and spivs.
4. Reptiles. These are the P.J. O’Rourke types who want all the taxation and ego policies they imagine belong on the right, with none of those pesky morals or beliefs which cramp one’s style. Basically sociopaths, perverts, and where they intersect with free marketeers: drug dealers and pimps.
5. Traditionalists and Nationalists. The Delcons. Allowed themselves to be bent over by every major right political party in the West and responded only with grumbling, letters to soon to be defunct papers which didn’t get published and withdrawing from volunteering at booths.
6. Pissed off old Labour and their children, befuddled traditional liberals in the American sense of the word, and Men and Women of a Practical Bent. That is anyone still trying to make a life for themselves that makes some sort of sense in the face of the current onslaught of utter insanity.
What possible future is there for this motley crew with few if any underpinning common interests or beliefs, other than a paralysing fear of what is currently occurring? The only possible pathway to success is some future unifying figure able to organise and galvanise most of them around the following: Countering the CCP. Late term abortions. Meaningful work. Ending the worst excesses of cronyism. Countering cultural Marxism in schools, public broadcasters, health and universities by privatising or defunding entire systems and handing out vouchers.
To do so that leader must avoid and ignore the leftist manufactured logic and word traps of: Identity politics, political correctness and anti- colonialism. And resist those on the right with obsessions about taxes, tariffs, useless foreign engagements and “free” trade. These are usually combined with some useless reflexive virtual signalling or other weirdness that no one in the category of Men and Women of a Practical Bent give a fig about.
Without some unifying religious beliefs, I’m not sure it can even be done. Trump may have come as close as any man possibly can.