Accept the lunacy with resignation.
At least, that’s what the governments here in Australia want us to do. Eighteen months after this shitty virus wreaked havoc across the globe, when almost all the rest of the world are returning to a normal life, most of Australia is, ironically, a penal colony. And what’s to be done about it? What can be done about it? Why are those in power still trying to lead us to eliminating COVID, when it is blatantly obvious—and has been for eighteen months—that this is not going away?
It’s clear the rules are being made up as those in charge go about their day. And they are ridiculous.
The madness toggles between sinister and comical. Especially hilarious are the comedy stylings of the bullying dolt who is turning Victoria into a post-apocalyptic wasteland: it’s acceptable to remove your useless mask to drink coffee on the street, he declares, but an offence to do so to drink alcohol. It must be excruciating for black-clad Melburnians, paralysed indecision warming their espresso martinis.https://www.theaustralian.com.au/inquirer/this-is-blackmail-not-leadership/news-story/f52c57e7e1144c1c8dc84272f5ae7297
Don’t even think of responding along the lines of ‘they’re keeping us safe’. I may have bought that line last year (although I really didn’t think it true then, either). Mounted police patrolling beaches, moving on mothers and toddlers building sandcastles? That’s just punitive.
Here in Melbourne, we’re at breaking point. A ripple of anger lies beneath our collective skin. We’re lean, torn apart by politicking, not the virus. Our mental health is stretched. Parents watch children cry over missed connections with friends, sport, school, and that simple activity we used to take for granted: leaving the house, without fear, without a mask, without a backward glance, just because we could.
I’m not sure how much longer we can live like this. And yet, in Melbourne, we’re expecting to hear that restrictions will be extended, both in time and into regional Victoria.