An ordinary act of terrorism

Went into Local Store the other day, the local radio station was on in the background. “Er, yeah. So we’re going into level five in a few weeks. We’ve had a doubling of cases over in Ennis to at least thirty, and a report of someone sneezing in Shannon. Two elderly people died of an influenza like illness which we’re assuming was COVID-19. Health authorities believe a sniffle may have been involved and a Gardai task force has been set up. So we’re going to lobby Government to go into level five lockdown at the end of the next three weeks.”

All right, I made that up, but it is closely representative of the non-stop terrorism the mainstream media are inflicting on us all. Endless repetition of the disaster narrative. We’re all doomed unless no one can never ever go out of their house ever again. Don’t listen to the ‘Deniers’ or the doctors who say it’s not that big a deal, they’re all a bunch of cranks and half wits. On and on it goes. All the time.

This is how Hamlet’s father died in Shakespeare’s play, through having “Poison poured in his ear” by the evil Claudius until the King died of despair.

This is terrorism, plain and simple. A hostile act against an entire way of life, and we’re doing it to ourselves by listening to the scaremongers.

Switch off the propaganda, step outside out in your back yard, or open a window and take a breath of sweet morning air instead. Stop, look around and listen to the birdsong. Take a moment to drink in the calm. Masks are no longer necessary. There is little to be afraid of if you’re looking after yourself properly. Life, outside of the media terror bubble, is good. Chill.

This was a public service announcement.

4 thoughts on “An ordinary act of terrorism”

  1. I am really not sure, but I am too old to take a risk. Or at least this is how I feel.
    I have stopped reading all of the contradictory rubbish and I am just getting on with my life as best I can. Wearing a mask doesn’t bother me so I do it.
    Here in Rural Brittany there is no great fuss.

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      1. That’s okay. It’s what I do. And everyone else around here. I don’t go to Pubs and Bars, just shopping when I have to.

        Everything is relatively calm so I don’t really understand what all the fuss is about. Brittany remains largely untouched.

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