Ha! Thought you were about to read some lewd post about skinny bikini girls in Prada faceshields, didn’t you. Nope, the other kind of modelling. Today’s news: with their 14 day privation ended, we’re releasing our first batch of returned travellers from quarrantine this morning. Well done, you lot. It couldn’t have been easy. Along with it, we’re hearing a new term which, I would submit, signals a paradigmatic shift in thinking for those who will ultimately be held to account for how well/poorly CV19 was managed. But first, look at the expression on their faces, including the cop:
Our Premier, though, remains poker-faced. I’ll qualify that a little because that’s also her regular face: for our Gladys, it’s all cautionary tales with grim endings. If we lift the restrictions too early, we die, sort of thing. But Federal Government modelling clearly contemplated the latter: herd-immunity, the model that’s working so nicely for Boris Johnson. The only problem is attaching an $AUD value to the lives we would lose. To counter the seemingly solid argument that businesses can rebuild but the dead remain dead, the cold-hearted jump on the ‘fact’ that economic adversity also leads to loss of life. Funny, then, how oddly mute they are on the question of who should die to keep the bloody wheels of industry turning? The sick? The elderly? Asians, maybe?? I mean, how many septuagenarians will die in comfort knowing the Sydney Fish markets are now open for Easter?
We’re all cheering a bit (no high-five’s though, and we’re 1.5m apart) because we had only 48 news cases last night, and no new deaths. We’ve peaked! We’re plateauing! Collective sigh of relief? Not just yet. The Premier reminds us we’re still tripling our intensive-care capacity for the anticipated tsunami of very sick people pending from self-isolation in homes, quarrantine hotels, and the community at large. Except for the deaths linked to Dorothy Henderson Lodge and the Ruby Princess cruise ship (whose passengers scattered on March 19) we don’t know where the virus has gone. It’s out there, lurking in the community. That’s why Gladys is telling us to make social distancing “part of our lives” until a vaccine is developed, because the next spike is only one unguarded sneeze in a supermarket queue away.
BTW, we just had another death, so that’s 50 now.
But at least this isn’t New York (or Madrid, Paris, London, Wuhan, etc etc) or just about anywhere else, to be honest. At least our politicians are coming good. New York recorded 731 new deaths in the last 24 hours, so what’s the response from Agent Orange? Unity, coordination, leadership, a statesmanly address to the nation in its darkest hour? Nope, a whiny attack by the Demander-in-Chief upon the WHO. But wasn’t it Baby Fingers himself who poo-pooed the early warnings, refusing to declare a national emergency until weeks after the WHO announcement of a ‘public health emergency of international concern’. I know he struggles with polysyllabics, but ‘in-ter-na-shon-al‘ isn’t that tough. It’s clear that Chickenhawk only cares about business, and bodies stacked in freezers don’t matter so long as they’re those of people who can’t afford shares in Trump Inc.,
It’s way too easy to be critical of the US President. The guy is such a tool. Here in Oz our pollies are at least useful tools. Only time will tell if they’re the right ones for the job: whether we should’ve used an axe instead of a scalpel, sort of thing. Like most Australians, I remain confused by their restrictions. I can’t leave my postcode without a ‘prescribed purpose’ for fear of a thousand-dollar fine, yet the Sydney Fish Market has been re-opened for business, so … how do I negotiate the police gauntlet between my house and Pyrmont to secure an Easter platter of cooked jumbo tiger prawns (only $46/kg)? Yet I can’t visit my daughter and grandson who live 800 metres away? Get this mostly right, and the next election is in the bag for Gladys, and even Scotty from Marketing. But get it wrong, and we won’t be picking up a ball-peen hammer to express our disappointment, we’ll be reaching for the sledge.