Nobody discusses climate change at the funeral of a seven year old girl. Nobody would stop to use hand sanitizer, before rushing to the liferaft on a sinking ferry. Nobody would turn down a plastic drinking straw, after your car breaks down and you’ve spent 3 days in the desert.
So much of what passes for news or culture these days is just rich people bullshit (RPB). The kind of shit that you can only care about if nothing difficult is going on in your world. Usually old rich people.
Or maybe you’re not old and wealthy? Maybe you’re just an avocado muncher, and you believe in bullshit because you think that consensus equals truth? Maybe you just want the old rich people to like you, so you can keep your job at the Guardian?
The kind of self indulgent bullshit that used to be associated with fur coats, expensive cars, and big fancy houses is now accessible to all, at least online. You too can hold bullshit opinions and display them on social media, in the new game of virtual impression management. Then nobody will know that you have a worthless degree, a crappy job, and share an apartment with 12 people despite being 35 years old.
The UK Covid response is also just RPB.
A disease that mostly kills people in their late 80’s, if they are fat, vitamin D deficient and have multiple other ailments. A statistically insignificant disease, compared to almost any other in the world. The kind that people in the East end of Glasgow, where life expectancy for a man is only 59 years old, should care one tiny bit about. A disease that you can bully and harass people on social media for failing to take seriously enough, because it affects you, in your wealthy octogenarian comfort zone, more than anyone else.
The people who have a right to be worried about Covid are not worried about bigger killers that are still rife in poorer countries, like Tuberculosis, or malaria. No, they are more worried about donating to the cat’s protection league when they die, than helping people.
In other words, rich, narcissistic boomers. The ones wealthy enough to make or withhold political donations. The ones wealthy enough never to leave their home, and get their foie gras delivered. The ones with enough spare time on their hands to write endless letters of complaint to Tom, Dick and BoJo. The ones who think Twitter is real life.
These Waitrose-dwelling malcontents are the ones who love ‘rules’ because they have benefitted from the status quo their entire life. They bought their house with a £2K deposit 35 years ago, and believe that the inflation of its value is somehow a result of their IQ or discernment.
These are the idiots who will blame the general public for ‘not following the rules’, as if the rules had any effect and proudly proclaim themselves ‘Rule Takers, not Rule Breakers’, like that sickeningly weak-brained article by Jonathan Dimbleby in this week’s Spectator magazine.
One could only believe the government’s claims that lockdowns have saved lives, or that social distancing works or that asymptomatic transmission can possibly occur if you are not living in empirical reality. If you are shielded from getting down and dirty with the proles, while a disease spreads around the entire world in 3 months, reaching the top of Mount Everest and the bottom of your cat’s litter tray in one irreversible outbreak.
These people can say ‘don’t believe your lying eyes’, to those of us who know the rules and the claims are bullshit based on our lived experience because they spend too much time reading the news and listening to Twit-wits online.
They see a different world to the rest of us.
Now, I can’t lie. I was a big advocate of the precautionary principle, back in March 2020, when we didn’t know what was coming. With China’s sulphurous response to Covid being leaked on social media, missing scientists, disappearing journalists and scenes of horrific totalitarian plague response coming out, I was quite keen on border closures and splashing a bit of sanitiser around the office.
The fact that the BBC and other mainstream outlets were playing down the virus, and hailing Pelosi as a hero for hugging an Asian in Chinatown, and bringing up race, just made me more cautious. I don’t trust a word these people say, so this disease is probably the real deal. The big one. Airborne Ebola.
I wore a mask to the supermarkets for the first 6 weeks of lockdown, when nobody else did, because I was told by the government that masks should not be used. I suspected this was their claim, due to the worldwide shortage of masks being too difficult to admit to the public.
When the first lockdown stay at home order was put in place, I complied strictly. Worked from home, played with the kids only in our own garden, took exercise alone in wide-open spaces, etc. I even sanitised every item of shopping before bringing it into the house and then running upstairs to have a shower.
My wife was pregnant at the time, so, as a voluntary male sacrifice, I took the apparent ‘risk’ by doing every shopping trip alone. I found Friday night at 9 pm the best time to go, as there were no other shoppers around, and our local Aldi stocked their shelves at about that time, so we were not really affected by the food shortages that hurt many others.
But after a few weeks, the evidence in my own life made it clear that the claims of the government didn’t stack up. None of the supermarket workers wore masks or effectively socially distanced at that time, where peak transmission occurred. None of them was dying or even seemed that bothered to be honest.
No children were dying of this supposedly ‘deadly’ virus. How could that be? Surely we’d only shut schools and lock children up, destroy their prospects and ignore their plight if they were in grave danger?
The 3.5% of people in the UK that were projected to die of Covid, (UCL stands for Utterly Complicit Liars, now, doesn’t it?) amounting to 3 of 10 people you know, would be 2.4 Million dead in the UK. Two years on, and the world has barely breached that as a total.
The only person I know who died was my uncle, who died (I suspect) as a result of his cancer treatments being suspended by the NHS due to Covid hysteria. He died after a lot of time alone in the hospital, in excruciating pain.
Quite early on during the first 6 weeks, as we learned that sunlight kills the virus, its half-life on surfaces was rapid and the statistics were dissected by heroes like Ivor Cummins and Mike Yeadon, I grew bolder. Exercise, meeting with friends, etc. By the end of 6 weeks, I was over it. And it seemed the government was too when they declassified Covid as no longer a High-Consequence Infectious Disease in May of 2020!
The lockdown restrictions were eased enough after 6 weeks that we could have my uncle’s funeral. Although, one year on, we are still looking for the opportunity to spread his ashes as he would have wished.
But the news. The bloody news! Panic-merchants. Doomsayers. Scumbags. Propagandists. What have they done to our nation?
You see, my town is predominantly working class, or lower. These people couldn’t avoid going to work. The warehouses, factories and truck depots around here were busier than ever. Jeff Bezos was hiring in West Lothian!
The working people never missed a day of being in crowds, or going into people’s homes to fix their boilers, or sitting on crowded buses. And they knew that the government didn’t give a fuck if they died. And they weren’t dead. So they were over it by now. I saw mandatorily-masked supermarket workers hugging and high-fiving after hours when the stores were almost empty. My canaries were doing fine.
No, the only way you could believe any of the claims of the government and the media after those first 6-8 weeks was if you lived completely in BBC’s ‘Narnia-of-Doom’.
The British Brainwashing Corporation has an average viewer who is in their late 60s, upper-middle class or higher and is a fear-porn loving, lefty-looney, bullshit merchant.
Talk about a ‘bubble’.
The final straw that broke the camel’s brain was the BLM riots. If the claims of Covid were true, everyone who attended those riots would be sick, and the hospitals would be rammed to breaking point. We’d have millions of people dying in the streets. Surely?
It never happened!
But you’d actually have to go down the street and open your eyes to know that.
If you lived in the countryside or on the Western Isles where I come from (originally), you could be forgiven for being taken in. The media is your only way to know about the world beyond your village or small nearby town. You can’t help believing some of it. And you’ve got wine in the cellar and cucumbers in the garden anyway, then lockdown could be rather cosy.
You were never really convinced that ‘society’ was a viable concept, after all. That’s why you live in the sticks. And all your years of semi-serious doomsday prepping that your wife always laughed at, or labelled you a hoarder for? Well, who’s laughing now, wifey?! ‘It really is the end of the world’ must be providing a warm blanket of smug to some people.
Of course the ‘I told you so’ people are in favour of lockdowns.
The rest of us however, are absolutely sick of them.
As if the working class didn’t have enough reason to mistrust their globalist, open-borders, lying, betraying government before now? Just wait until the furlough money runs out, the worst recession for 300 years kicks in, and the working class see that they will be criminalised for wanting to buy a car that costs less than £50K after 2030, while all of their job opportunities are ground into dust by government policy.
This power grab might just backfire a little when that time comes.
In the meantime though, just to save you the bother, I’ve compiled a handy list of bullshit that only rich people, or those pretending to be rich, can possibly believe:
- Such and such homosexual couple is ‘having a baby’, not ‘adopting a baby’.
- Pronoun Lives Matter
- Avocados are people too
- Carrying a stainless steel straw for the rest of your life will magically stop Chinese fishing boats from filling the Pacific Ocean with their polypropylene trawl nets.
- Total Safety is desirable and achievable, even if women will insist upon walking around dangerous neighbourhoods,half dressed, unarmed and unescorted. What are you, some kind of sexist victim-blamer?
- Having 17 different kinds of wheelie-bin will improve the weather 100 years from now.
- The government loves me, doesn’t make mistakes and never, ever kills people. Well, not without a good reason.
- Deflation is bad.
- Ray Kurtzweil is going to save us all in the cloud, which Elon Musk will run from Mars.
- When I get my eggs unfrozen and have my first baby at 45, Kirsty and Phil will find me a nice 2 bedroom flat for £500k, and it’ll all work out fine.
- The Pensions crisis will never happen, and welfare money will never run out. They can’t do that.
- Electric cars, trams, veganism, windmills and solar panels are not luxury goods for the smug patrol, they are lifesaving moral imperatives.
And remember the biggest one of all:
‘You don’t have an immune system, so we need the police to enforce mask-wearing, vaccines and unauthorised speech. And if everyone follows the rules, we will all live forever and utopia will finally ensue’.