My wife and I did something foolhardy this morning. No, not spelunking — we went grocery shopping! In a supermarket! We left the house!
It was scary, TBH.
There were signs everywhere in the shopping centre reinforcing the mask rule, yet I saw more than one bare-faced miscreant. My arms are long, but I can’t deliver an uppercut and maintain 1.5m social distancing, so I opted for a disapproving glare.
One villain was even wearing this t-shirt:
What a dickhead.
Short of euthanazing 46.8% of the human race, there’s not much I can do to combat next-level stupid. But the Premier of NSW could. His predecessor, who valued human life over tax revenue, sent Greater Sydney into a hard lockdown in June 2021 that lasted 107 days. Her trigger? 5589 confirmed cases, and we’d just recorded our 56 death.
Fast forward to January 2022 and there’s no lockdown because we’re going into an election year. Nil, nada, just piss-weak exhortations to wear a mask (if you feel like it). The confirmed case number is probably double or triple the official stat (238,645), but at least the authorities can’t fudge the total deaths: 1096 deaths in NSW alone.
Thanks Parrothead.
Promoted to Premier on the 5th October, Dominic Perrotet is personally accountable for 60% of all COVID deaths this state has ever registered. All attributable to his policies. But instead of resigning, he has the gall to step out in public every day and insist he’s doing a great job?
Gladys Berejiklian would be ROFLing like a absolute mad bastard.
She who laughs last, laughs loudest. Because if this is what you call leadership, Parrothead, then I’m prepared to give communism a shot.
(*) DISCLAIMER: For all the nervous-nancies out there, the title to today’s post is not in any way a threat either actual or implied — it is a well-known aphorism of the laconic Australian variety.
Don’t panic!