June 18, 1919…Let it Rip!

…And they did!

They weren’t even confined to their houses, and two goes were enough.

If only we actually learnt from history.

A further violent recrudescence of the influenza epidemic places the State Government in an unenviable position. Owing to the precautionary measures insisted upon by the use of sovereign powers during the two previous outbreaks of the disease, the public purse has been already drawn upon to an extent that cannot yet be calculated, but which must run into six figures. Naturally the Government is loth to undertake further heavy financial responsibilities in this connection.

On the other hand, as we have previously pointed out, the loss of human life cannot be estimated in figure representing pounds, shillings, and pence. It is the first and the most sacred duty of any government to protect the lives of citizens. Nevertheless, people will always be found ready to criticise what is done. Generally, we accept the view that the precautionary measures taken by the Government were dictated by the best evidence available, and that its policy exercised an appreciable influence upon both the area and the virulence of the disease.

It is now reported that the Cabinet gave the matter serious consideration yesterday, but that no decision was reached, beyond calling for a report as to the hospital accommodation for patients suffering from the more serious forms of the malady…

…As far as other restrictions are concerned, the Government may be excused for hesitating. There is a stage at which governmental responsibility for the public health ends…This is the third wave of the epidemic. By now the general public has been educated in the method of infection and the seriousness of the malady. It should be sufficient now to warn them against the voluntary acceptance of risks which can be avoided.

Sydney Morning Herald, 18 June 1919, page 10

Mater’s Musings #4: The evidence is in…they do stop Alcohol!

Reference: Australian Health Management Plan for Influenza – 2019, p 123 & 124

I note that there is NOT an IC4 recommending ‘Mask wearing by asymptomatic individuals or the entire population’.

Both snippets might explain why such a move was never documented, but perhaps they focused on these little gems:

Although work-related influenza infection is well document (e.g. Kuster et al.), very few studies have been undertaken about the effectiveness of PPE in reducing infection. Many of the studies that have been conducted suffer from poor compliance or lack the power to detect an effect.

Whether surgical masks or respirators should be recommended for routine patient care in healthcare settings, and for general use in the community is not clear, given the lack of evidence supporting one type of mask over the other and uncertainties about the predominant modes of influenza transmission.

Risks: Inappropriate use of PPE may reduce effectiveness. Education on appropriate use of masks would be required to ensure that there are no unintended negative effects of mask wearing, such as decreased compliance with social distancing measures (self-isolation) because people feel protected, or increased indirect transmission through constant touching and adjusting of wet masks.

The same people who wrote this in 2019, are likely still floating around the various Government Departments. Where are they? What changed?

But, hey, let’s not deny the science.

In what way is this not true?

The authoritarian takeover of Australia is based on the terror felt by more than half the population that they are going to die from the Covid, fostered by the media and virtually every politician from coast to coast. This is how the article begins, but the real question is how will it ever end?

This once happy and freedom-loving nation is being crushed by its pro-lockdown elites.

People who once thought they’d won the lottery of life by being born in Australia now wake in fright every day to the sudden realisation that they are living in a 21st-century penal colony. The country they once loved has been replaced by something they barely recognise.

People who once thought they’d won the lottery of life by being born in Australia now wake in fright every day to the sudden realisation that they are living in a 21st-century penal colony. The country they once loved has been replaced by something they barely recognise.

The restrictions imposed in response to the pandemic are just the start of it. People have been confined to their houses, prevented from going to school or work, denied the freedom to cross state borders even to see a dying relative, and coerced to take a vaccine in order hopefully to regain the freedoms that were once their birthright.

Worse, these restrictions are being imposed by authoritarians who have seemingly come from nowhere and now dominate all of Australia’s positions of power, from the government to big business. These people are unlike any ruling elite Australia has ever known….

 

Sadly, there are few signs of dissent, let alone rebellion, among the populace. Polling companies are finding that modern Australians approve of being locked down by the government and even admire the grim, tough-talking leaders who impose these restrictions on them.

More than half the population do not even appear to know they have lost anything worth losing. The year and a half that have slipped by since the two weeks to flatten the curve in March last year may just keep going on forever. And who knows? Perhaps a life as Elois is really all that most people have ever sought from life.

Daniel Andrews is now world famous

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. 

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.

Mater’s Musings #3: “I see dead people!”…or do I?

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”.

Mater’s Musings #2: Why is it so?

Reference: Covid-19: Epidemiology Report 24, Fortnightly reporting period 30 August 2020, COVID-19 National Incident Room Surveillance Team, p14

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.

Overwhelmed? Hardly!

Guesses as to why, are now being collated. I’m open to all suggestions (except those involving nanobots).

Guest Post: A Bunyip Epistle

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.