Prohibition 2.0

What the hell are European politicians on with all these endless lockdowns? Do they want to create Prohibition 2.0? Because that’s what happened between 1919 and 1933 in the USA, leading to the rise of a new criminal class, gang wars and the corruption of the entire justice system. It also fueled the rise of the death cults known as Fascism and Communism.

The historical parallels are all out there. They aren’t the same but the circumstances are strikingly similar seen through the prism of history.

1920’s and 30’s: A Government mandated clampdown on alcohol and socialising. 2020’s: COVID-19 restrictions on same. Massive unemployment caused by same restrictions and subsequent monetary disaster.

Weird and racist cults openly marching in the streets. 1920’s; The Communists, proto-Nazi’s and Klu Klux Klan. A century later Antifa, BLM and Extinction Rebellion. All seemingly operating with Police and local government approval.

2020’s Food banks vs 1930’s bread lines.

See the patterns yet? The warp and weft of human behaviour played out on the same loom with differing thread. The pattern may not be exactly the same, but the cloth will be very similar.

I’m betting on circumvention and corruption on a massive scale. If it’s not already happening. What do you think?

Follow the science

The science is public domain. There for all to see, yet the mainstream media, because they have product to shift, continue the drip-drip-drip of fear and panic, because fear, like sex, sells. Politicians, who live by the vote, seem to think that the mainstream media is the voice of the people, not from a relatively minor clique with their own agenda.

Now it becomes obvious that the pro-lockdowners and pantywaisters have real live blood on their hands. Because the real science tells us so. Not the Imperial college models, which have been responsible for public policy disaster after disaster, but the real live data.

Why do we believe these people? Why do we fall for the endless lies and verbal prestidigitations? I have a one word answer, drama. Because life on the whole is routine and we humans do love drama. We love plays and movies, action flicks and loud music to break up the monotony. Like monkeys we get excited over the repeated flickering unreality and novelty of it all. It’s why young men like violent video games. They’re exciting, dramatic, and what’s best of all, they get to be the Hero, every time. Numero uno. Top of the heap. The top dog, just for a while. Even though most of their real life seems to have no status or meaning. It’s why certain people will repeat an obvious lie, it gives them the power of drama and thus status and influence.

On the other hand, science, real science that is, is the realm of the Autist, the introvert. The idea-tamers and number crunchers who subdue wild ideas by subjecting them to the harsh whip of comparison and experiment. The people who leverage truth out of raw data and like good detectives, follow the truth wherever it goes. Like Ivor Cummins, watch his video below in full, and if they have not already done so, the media blinkers will fall from your eyes.

I hate having to keep on repeating myself, but the numbers do not lie. Science is numbers. Real science should not be whored out by charlatans to credulous politicians and thus to the general population as at present, but proven by experiment. But that wouldn’t be very dramatic would it?

Today I am going out for a good long walk in the fresh air at the beach to clear my head and reset my perspective. It is a practice I have long neglected. One that I know by repeated experiment, works.

If you are interested in a vaccine by the way, you’ll have to wait until late 2021. That’s another twelve months. I won’t accept a dose though because I think, like Dr Malcolm Kendrick, that any vaccine will be improperly tested. So I’ll wait for all the early adopters to suffer the side effects first before a safer version is released.

In the meantime I’ll keep my vitamin D and zinc levels up to snuff so my own immune system can keep me healthy. Proper food. fresh air and modest exercise. If I have to step over the corpses of a few vaccine victims, I will express my sympathy and horror for what has been done to them, even help if I can, but I will walk my own path as I always done.

For the sake of a little humanity

I’d like to share a little online exchange with you via a YouTube comments section. From Anna Brees’ project, giving voice to those ordinary people who dissent from the lockdowns. Out in the mainstream media, the word is, apparently, that we who dissent are ‘Sociopaths’, ‘Psychopaths’ and worse. From an anti-lockdown perspective this is pure projection. We who dissent see the damage that is being done, we feel it in our very bones, at our core we know there is a great evil being done for no great reason.

No-one with any sense disputes that SARS/COV-2 was a nasty bug that swept through care homes and took a great tithe in those places. I say was, because the worst passed in March and April, effectively bottoming out in late May. The data tells us this. The NHS and other health services were ‘saved’. What for I cannot say, as the anecdotal stories coming out indicate that the overreaction to this bug is having a much greater effect than the virus itself. Our very humanity is under assault from politicians and media who will not see the great harms lockdowns do.

I would like my last remaining reader to lend an ear to this lady, who tells the tale of her recently deceased father, and see if it does not move you.

To which I commented| “Glad your Dad had you to hold him at the end. Too many have not. They died estranged and alone. Horrifying. As mandated by government. As you say this is not just a crime against humanity, but just for being human. That can’t be right.”

To which she replied: “It is so bad isn’t it? I am glad we got to Dad too, but as you say, many other families did not manage it”

My last response was: “And the pro lockdowners have the nerve to slander those who disagree by calling us socio and psychopaths. Perhaps they should take a good long look in the mirror sometimes. Not holding my breath.”

I think we’ve all seen the video of the funeral director stopping a service because people in a time of deep lament had the nerve to try and comfort each other. He was only ‘following the rules’. As were others who prevented those requiring treatment for other diseases just in case hospitals were ‘overwhelmed’. They too were ‘following the rules’. There are no figures for those very preventable deaths, but we know anecdotally that they have happened. No figures for the lives ruined by Government edict, the suicides, the societal damage to name but two. Yet these effects are all too real.

Does my sympathy for those so afflicted make me a sociopath. or worse, a psychopath? Does my anger at the overt injustice of these lockdowns make me so? I say not. And there are a growing number who see the massive collateral damage to lives and livelihoods these lockdowns create and want to say; “Enough now. Enough.”

For the sake of a little humanity.

Update: It seems that the WHO agrees. Are they ‘Sociopaths’? Asking for some friends.

That was easy

Since we are no longer going to Galway, we’re now in our slightly echoing new domicile having run the gauntlet of Gardai checkpoints, which was a bit of an anticlimax. “Is your journey necessary?” Asked a young lady brightly, shivering in hi-viz.
“Er, yes.” I replied, fumbling with my mask while Mrs S glowered at me for letting the side down.
“Thank you. Off you go.”

And that was it. No “Where are you really going sunshine?” or “A likely story, chummy. Pull the other one” I must have an honest face or something.

I suppose they were a bit bored because there wasn’t much traffic about. Seriously, on our way north from Limerick the only traffic was the occasional truck and very few private cars. Nothing like the normal volume. There were times when we felt quite alone. Reminded me of certain parts of Devon and Cornwall in the off season. Like on a sunny December day. Even saw a rainbow.

Dropping in at local shop for provisions, checkout girl vouchsafed that the whole situation was ‘scary’. I was inclined to agree. If the only sources of information you have are feeding off the fear, of course it is reasonable to be afraid. Personally I switch them all off and just keep going. Life’s less stressful that way.

Bad news and good news

The forces of darkness known as big government has just tried to swat us (Amongst others) with another lockdown, but only succeeded in making my life easier and saving us money. The new lockdown restrictions mean that our next holiday booking meant to start on Saturday has been cancelled (Boo!) But we’re getting a full fifteen hundred dollar refund (Hooray!) Means we won’t be heading up to visit Galway (Boo!) But we’ve got a good permanent home in County Clare (Hooray!) and so on.

Tomorrow we’re going to run the gauntlet of Gardai checkpoints with a one word answer to the question “Where are you going sir?”
That answer will be a 100% honest “Home.” and I will tell them where that is and show them relevant documents if asked.

When we arrive there will be food, there will be drink. There will be zoom meetings with kids over Gigabyte Internet. Unfortunately there will be no hugs, little laughter and a hollow sense of part isolation. There is not enough furniture at present, as our worldly goods have another three weeks at least before they arrive. But we are fortunate, there is fresh bedding and beds to sleep in. Food in the larder. Money to pay the rent and bills. There are others feeling this lockdown crap much worse than us but I can offer them nothing that will do them any good. Save my encouragement that this too will pass. It has to, or we are all screwed.

God alone knows when this insanity will be over, and I wish to him he’d do something. But he’s been so busy thrashing the Chinese for their crimes against humanity with floods, locusts and typhoons that he’s probably still got his ethereal hands full. Maybe direct hits with a series of five metre meteorites upon certain seats of government might do the trick, but I doubt it. Our current crop of politicians just wouldn’t take the hint. If Jesus himself rode into the debating chambers on beams of heavenly light to show them the error of their ways they’d still argue that black was white and get run over on the nearest pedestrian crossing.

As for myself, I’m just an old fart with an obscure blog and a chequered past, what do I know? Anyway, we’ll survive this latest setback, but just because the powers that be think they’re virtuous, there will still be cakes and ale in the new Sticker household. I will see to that. That is my priority and I will take vigorous steps to ensure it remains so. In the meantime I will be following the real science, not the fake stuff peddled by the mainstream media, techniques handily explained below by the indefatigable Mr Cummins.

Blow the horn, increase the lockdowns. It won’t matter because, like the Tigers, the SARS/COV-2 virus is no longer a serious threat. The numbers do not lie. Unlike the media and politicians who quote numbers out of context to bamboozle and mislead. No idea why. Maybe they like the power they think it gives them. Maybe too many of them are banking on making a killing on the stock market over some putative vaccine. Who knows? All I know is that these lockdowns and masks are of little real effectiveness and even get in the way of developing immunity in the wider population.

About time, maybe…

Mrs S and I are taking a time out today, as she has been spending far too much time behind a keyboard. I have baked bread this morning and being an habitual early riser, left it to cool ready for her breakfast. When she gets out of bed there will be tea, coffee and toast. I like early mornings. There’s time to think and consider before the sun comes up and the noise of the day crowds around you. And who doesn’t like waking up to the smell of fresh baking and new brewed tea or coffee?

One of today’s tasks is getting out and about, checking on what’s open and what isn’t. Looking around and packing our bags for the next part of our journey. I’ve been taking advice from locals and they say that as we’re far out of Dublin, there won’t be much to worry about. I fancy a trip around the Dingle peninsula. Our last trip to a beach was a bit lonely as we were the only people in sight. Today’s forecast is for rain, but I have a seeming that it will pass and I’ll end up needing sunglasses by early afternoon.

Well now, we’re well into the third week of the ‘second spike’ or ‘second wave’ of ‘cases’, so can I ask a few questions? What’s the death and hospitalisation count? Anyone? Come on chaps, the rise in cases started over a couple of weeks ago, so hundreds of people should start to drop like flies around about now. Anybody seeing that? No? Riight.

Does this whole wavy hand panicmongering start to look more than a bit foolish to you? Because all the detected SARS/COV-2 infections should start to cycle through the system by now, surely? The ICU’s should be standing room only and the mortuaries should be starting to stack ’em up in refrigerated containers, right? What? It’s not happening? All the potential COVID-19 deaths the ‘Government scientists’ have been banging on about, where are they? Where are they hiding? Is there some dark and super secret government base where all the excess stiffs are being disposed of in huge crematoria, or on ‘black sites’ known only to a privileged few? Do you mean to tell me there aren’t any? What? Only one or two ‘extra’ deaths? Well that’s no fun. I feel rather cheated. I was promised a proper apocalypse and I want this one sent back for a refund.

All that drama, all the flashing red and blue lights and people in smart new uniforms dashing back and forth doing derring deeds? Or is the sad truth that there are few who need saving, apart from the usual falling over a toy on the stairs or one of the many banal banana skins of life. Even Trump is back in the saddle after only a weekend’s treatment. Much to the elevated blood pressure of all those deluded lefties who seem to be seriously intellectually challenged when it comes to understanding how the world works.

I hate to be a Donnie Downer (No I don’t – I love it), forever raining on the panicmongers parade, but the SARS/COV-2 crisis is over. The ‘second wave’ should be crashing down about our ears like a massive Tsunami right about now if all the ‘experts’ had even the faintest scintilla of credibility.

Let’s face it, as I’ve said before, these are the same clique of ‘experts’ whose advice led to the foot and mouth debacle, decimating UK beef and dairy herds, sending family farms into bankruptcy. And the same people who predicted an epidemic of Mad Cow disease in humans. Whatever happened to that?

Where are the zombie hordes staggering around the streets… no, sorry, you’re quite right, they’re the ones still wearing masks, wearing masks in their car with the windows rolled up, or all alone walking across an empty car park, glaring and shaking their heads at people going about their business maskless. Forgot about those. Apologies. The unthinking Zeeps. Gotcha.

Those are the people I intend to avoid today. Despite the forecast rain it might just be a lovely day.

Travel tribulations

Ireland just went to “Is your journey really necessary” restrictions to which my answer will always be “Yes.” The Gardai (Police) are requesting definitive guidance on how to Police this, which knowing the current crop of fearful vacillating political class, will take at least a month to draft. Which is to our benefit. Here the Police say they prefer to use the old Peelian model of co-operation with the public, which is good. Not like the UK where the idiots are known to kick down doors because someone had the TV on too loud.

Mrs S is fretting, because we have to get out of our current holiday let this weekend and drive our next stop. She’s worried about the travel restrictions and insists I go shopping today and buy lots of canned and dry goods in case we go into level five, which is complete lockdown of the entire fecking country. The ‘experts’ say level five is essential, but for once the politicians kept their nerve, or were more frightened of widespread civil disobedience and said level three, no more.

I’m going to hold back on doing a large shop of canned stuff until Wednesday. By which time our new bank account will be live so I can start moving money around. Once that’s started we’ll be able to get cracking properly. We’ll get the first tranches of capital over and the great work can begin in earnest.

At least the cops over here don’t make unpleasant little rap video’s telling the public that “We’re comin’ to get yer.” Whoever thought that was a good idea needs their head examined. Same for chasing people indoors, when outdoors was the safest place to be.

Overall there’s little of the heavy handed approach here than I’ve seen in the UK. The public are trusted to get on with their lives, and that will be to Ireland’s benefit. It will come out of this with trust in law enforcement more or less intact. And trust is crucial in matters of Policing. Without it you have coppers being run ragged and coming down heavy handed on the very people they are supposed to protect. With the result that more serious crime will skyrocket and public order will be seriously, if not irrevocably impaired.

Might does not make right, it just makes enemies of those authorities that ordinary people need to trust to keep things ticking over nicely. From my reading of Irish history so far, it was the “I say you peasant! Do what you’re bally well told!” attitude on the part of the English that led to constant Irish rebellion and finally the war of independence.

In short this boils down to ‘treat people like shit and they’ll give it right back’. In millions of tiny ways that damage and erode confidence, which was always the plague of management relations in the UK.

On the home front our new house isn’t fully ready for habitation at the moment. Our furniture won’t arrive for three weeks, and there’s decoration to be done. Lampshades, artwork and the like. Then there’s some conversion work to be done on the electronics like the TV and Computers. Replacement power supplies, that sort of thing. Which means Mr Amazon will be a regular caller on our doorstep for a while. Overall, I think we’ve fallen on our feet, which will prove a solid grounding for the next steps forward.

Settling in

Well, that’s the new place up and running, even though we have still have four weeks left on our holiday lets. Gigabyte (A whole Gig!) Fibre Internet connection is in and running. Phone is working. Extender network installed. Plague of flies battled. Heating fuel in and rent paid. Bank account should be ready to take first tranche of deposit money shortly and car insurance quote is on the way. We’ve been busy bunnies.

Tip for the interested; if like me you were doubtful about the efficacy of ‘essential oils’, note that Rosemary, Peppermint, Lemongrass or Lavender oil dropped (Just one, not all) onto the surface of half a jug of water repels flies while making your house smell of something that isn’t chemical and has none of the cloying overtones of supermarket air fresheners or aromatic candles. It’s probably cheaper long term too. We have a gallon jug of Rosemary oil treated water sitting upstairs and one with Lemongrass oil downstairs. They’re a little pungent at first, but the flies don’t like it at all. If the strategy is as successful as first attempts indicate, I’ll be buying those four on a semi-regular basis. Fly repellent and air freshener? Sounds good to me.

The whole mask thing is still a big deal in Closetown, but if like me you enjoy inhabiting the many coffee and tea venues, once you’re in a given set of premises you’re breathing the same air and you can’t wear a face nappy while you’re eating or drinking, can you? It’s also rather comical to watch people untrained in aseptic techniques get it wrong. Wear disposable mask, check. Wear disposable gloves, check. Wearing street clothes, whoops, you’ve just rendered the gloves and masks useless. It’s all a game of snakes and ladders from an epidemiological standpoint. Get one thing wrong and you might as well not be doing it at all.

Not that these masks do any real good at this stage of the game. They’re just a distraction from the wholesale removal of civil liberties. I predict that at some point there will be a massive pushback. An official will massively overstep the mark and it will all go viral. A child will be snatched and harmed and a parent will fight back and get badly hurt. Or something of that nature. The information will go public. It’s only a matter of time, then these ‘COVID Marshalls’ will find themselves with massive invisible targets painted on their backs. As will the politicians who forced this on everyone, regardless of individual culpability.

The UK Police have hardly covered themselves in glory with all the “We’re gonna get yer” Video’s and steaming crowds of non-violent protesters with batons while kneeling to every two-bit cadre of Marxist rioters. That’s coming back to bite them. In spades. Public trust, once lost, is a bloody hard thing to win back. Whoever is giving them their orders is both short sighted and incompetent.

Which convinces me further that the current crop of politicians, both in the UK and across Europe are only good at one thing; getting elected. At everything else they are about as inept as it’s possible to get. Boris Johnson in particular is only marginally better than Cameron and May, and that’s only by a pretty slim margin. He may be getting BREXIT done, but that will be no bloody good if the economy is a total smoking wreck caused by his cabinet’s incompetence.

As for even suggesting putting the Army on the streets to ‘enforce COVID restrictions’? Whoever came up with that suggestion needs to be defenestrated out of the forty fifth floor of Canary wharf. The only time the Army did street service in any kind of civil capacity on English streets was during the 1977 fireman’s strike. And then they were unarmed.

Armed troops should not be used in support of the Police like in Northern Ireland back in 1969. That just made a bad situation worse. As would deploying the Army in that capacity now. Stupid, stupid, stupid. ‘Putting in the Army’ is a hallmark of weak and ineffectual Government. Wilson and his cohorts sent in the Army to Ulster and that policy disaster helped expand what was originally a set of civil rights protests into ‘the troubles’, over three decades of murder and mayhem, including political assassinations, until people started to wind their necks in. Even in 2020, the conflict continues.

COVID-19 is no longer a threat. It does not justify the repressive measures and they should be ended. I say that as a member of one of the higher risk age groups. We need to get back to normal economic activity or we are all royally fucked. The news tonight from the Dail saying they wouldn’t lock down the country like the ‘experts’ wanted comes as some small relief. Our current rental runs out on Friday and we have to be on the move to our next destination. The last thing I want to do is waste time bluffing my way around road blocks.

Did I just repeat myself there? Well so I did.

Update: Ireland just went into “Is your journey necessary sir?” For the next three weeks.
My answer is “Yes officer. Because I want to sleep in a bed tonight.”
Rinse, repeat as necessary.

Bloody ‘experts’. Counting ‘cases’ which aren’t really ‘cases’ but ‘detections’. Those with symptoms are not even ten percent of the count and even the padded ‘death count’ is lower than seasonal flu. Some say it’s less than a quarter. One day Historians will look at this period of spineless insanity for a giggle and for examples of how to get handling a pandemic (That was over in May) so very, very wrong.

Our main weapon is…

Mockery, and bags of it. These bloody silly restrictions need mocking at every point. Like those you see in lifts (Elevators), where only two people are supposed to be in there at any one time. Has anyone seen the markers where there are two markers on the floor designating where users of the lift are to stand and it looks like they want you to think you’re on the ‘naughty step’ or the ‘dunces corner’ facing the wall, head down, not allowed to look around like some schoolboy being humiliated in front of the class for some petty infraction?

I roared with laughter. “Look Hon.” I said to Mrs S. “This elevator comes with it’s own built in naughty step.”
“Stand on it.” She said tersely. She finds my sense of humour a little trying sometimes.

So I did. “Sorry Miss.” I said meekly.
“You’re not kidding anyone.” She replied.

Moving on…

Despite all the lockdowns, Mrs S and I are busy dodging about, doing our thing and ensuring that we’re all stocked up and clean for when our worldly goods arrive later this month. It’s a bit of an odd sensation, but we’ve access to hot water, beds to sleep in and a reasonable food supply. Even some quite excellent traditional dry cure bacon. Give me the flour and there will be bread too.

I see old Donald J and his wife have caught the dreaded lurgi, or at least been tested positive for it. Their symptoms, it is reported, are very mild, so that will enrage the anti-Trump camp even more, if that is at all possible. If the first couple sail through with barely a cough, I won’t be surprised. Firstly they have the best healthcare available in the USA, secondly because although the Donald is in the higher risk category, he has no known underlying conditions which the virus can piggyback off and cause a more severe illness.

For those of you worrying about ‘second spikes’, may I refer you to the excellent Ivor Cummins succinct two minute predictions. It does put the drip-drip of mainstream media propaganda and misinformation nicely in perspective.

Doesn’t look so bleak now, does it? All those ‘cases’ with barely a sniffle. I’m tempted to ask; “what’s all the fuss about?”

Over at the source of SARS/COV-2, the Chinese are is serious economic trouble. The massive floods of September along with locust plagues and typhoons have seriously damaged their food supply chain. The giant Three Gorges Dam may have survived, but deliberate flooding measures intended to save it have seriously degraded agricultural output. Official CCP sources say all is well, but then they would, wouldn’t they? Less official sources closer to the ground paint a bleaker picture. New York based media output (See below) from NTD’s ‘Chna in Focus’ reports.

For our part we have diversified our small income streams so that if one goes belly-up we’re still going to be able to make the rent and keep the larder full. It’s the travel restrictions that bite because it interferes with our global family life. All of us have a touch of the gypsy in us, and this artificial confinement grates on the soul. Not to mention being far too much, too late.

We all want to be out there, generating income for travel companies with all the byblows of job creation and microtransactions that we shape with our lives. This Government-created economic inertia helps no-one and harms far too many.

Uncut footage…

…Of a Coronavirus briefing.

Because that’s what we’re in. A ‘war’ without end. Because the political class think they need something to keep the support of a continually frightened and enraged populace. They’re so, so very wrong.

I’d love to be optimistic, but unless the restrictions are fully lifted, we’re all screwed. The economy simply cannot support all those forced into unemployment.

Mrs S has been buying church candles. The big buggers. 100 to 200 hundred hour things. Four Euro’s apiece, which isn’t that expensive. Mainly because she likes candle light. We’re stocked up on oil. Note to self we’ll need a lock for the filler cap. As for the rest. The windows are triple glazed. We are based far from the madding crowd. We’re going to be cosy. I hope my last remaining reader will be comfortable too.

Not the end of the world

Moving forward into our new place and getting stuff organised. There’s a lot of detail to go through and I’m busier than a bee on amphetamines. However, each step forward brings us closer to getting sorted. It’s just time and effort. Mrs S is up to her neck in her own affairs, so it falls to me to ensure things happen in their proper order. Fortunately we agreed a division of labour for this move and we’re all good. Money is coming in and we’re actually paying less in terms of rent and utilities for a similar size property than we were in BC. All we have to do is ensure the cash goes to the right places. Such is the life of a permanent expat. Not that I mind, it’s actually fun if you have the right attitude.

As for all the COVID-19 restrictions, apart from masking up to go into shops when we’re in town they’re no big deal. The people who are suffering the most are the urbanites and students under house arrest, particularly if they’re living on campus.

Not that the people who impose these rules are following them, the hypocrites. They still get to go to dinner parties of more than six people any time it suits them. And their bars don’t have to shut at 10pm. I also bet no-one goes peering through their letterboxes.

One rule for us plebs and divine privilege for them. Don’t they understand that we’ve chopped the heads off royalty over divine rights and exclusive privilege? I bet that Charles 1st was thinking as he was being led to the block for a quick bit off the top “I wish I’d told everyone that one rule should be for all, not just the privileged few.” Foolish man. Took thirteen years to get back to somewhere near normal after three civil wars in the 1640’s. What? You thought there was only one? There possibly was one period of civil war, but there were actually three English civil wars where there was actual fighting if you take the time to read the History properly. Charlie boy lost all three. And his head because the silly bugger couldn’t take the hint. Dozy eejit.

Perhaps the current powers that be might benefit from reading their history a little more closely. Because this whole SARS/COV-2 business isn’t the end of the world. If people paid attention it might just be the beginning of a much better one. Which is why the current draconian restrictions are proving counter-productive, but who listens to me? I’m just a blogger with a lifetime of world-experience. They’re just chickens with their heads cut off wearing their face masks wrong. See inset picture and click to enlarge for a giggle.

And I’ve got this terrible pain in all the diodes down my left side.

Anyway, it’s not the end of the world, even if all the over privileged drama queens want it to look like it is. It’s effectively a lot of fuss about what we can clearly see now is a comparatively low risk. The worst is past. Time to move on. I’m sick of writing about it, and I bet my last remaining reader, if they’re still here, is pig sick of hearing the fear-porn about COVID-19 as well.