Here we go again. With Christmas on the horizon, a holiday that should be a time for families to put the past behind them and look towards the future, a new variant of the virus has seemingly been despatched from poor old Africa as the gift no one asked for and no one wants.
After months of messages of fear from our governments and their favoured scientists, here comes more of the same. We can only presume that too many of us were seen to be awakening from the toxic trance into which we had been put by propaganda from the nudge unit. Fear has been the key to nearly two years of unprecedented power for politicians and their scientists – fear has also blinded people to the reality of manipulation and mass hypnosis used to make them, and to keep them, compliant. But with that fear on the wane, losing its power to do harm, much like the virus was losing its power, it was plainly time to cast another spell.
And here it is, in the form of yet another variant. How timely. Someone even managed to sprinkle, for a while, the acronym HIV over this latest mutation, like bitter icing on a stale cake.
While our government, like so many governments around the world, seeks to eke yet more months, perhaps more years, out of the worn-out pandemic by replaying their greatest hits of last year, something else is becoming obvious – and it’s that the virus seemingly had the power to stop people – including supposedly clever people – from thinking for themselves. Covid overcame logic, reason, and common sense. Covid even made some scientists unlearn science.
Throw another variant into the mix – as they have done – and now more and more people, folk wanting only the peace to go about the business of their lives, would be forgiven for wondering which way is up.
Because - with science unlearned, or at least set aside – it is apparent to anyone with their eyes open that those scientists and doctors have got themselves into a proper tangle now. I hardly know where to begin to list all of the apparent confusion. In no particular order, I have heard it said today that the new variant might sidestep the vaccines – and that it is therefore vital for everyone to get their booster shot. How does that work? The vaccines might not stop this variant, so take more vaccine?
Some scientists and doctors are saying now that maybe they vaccinated too many people too quickly in some parts of the world – while not vaccinating enough people in other places, like the African continent.
Apparently, and I think I have this right, this has forced the virus to act like any species under pressure, in that those mutations best able to cope with the new, tougher conditions, by being more transmissible perhaps, are coming to the fore … survival of the fittest, and all that.
I’m sure it was at least rumoured, at first, that the new variant, the Botswana variant or Omicron – wasn’t he a Transformer? – or whatever they’re calling it now, had sprung from unvaccinated people.
Now I read that, no – all four confirmed cases were fully vaccinated, so that it becomes clear that mutations – more dangerous or not – are just as likely to come from the fully jabbed.
And don’t get me started on natural immunity – which is what you have if you’ve had Covid and got over it with only your immune system for company – because while one scientist says it’s the best option, others say it counts for nought and that the only way is to roll up your sleeve for the third time, or the fourth, or the fifth.
Let me put it this way – for a while there, those scientists given the spotlight and the microphone had a good go at driving a single narrative. It almost, almost made sense for a while, in a twisted, not quite right, something funny going on there, sort of a way. Not anymore, though. Now the cracks are starting to show, the wheels coming off the state-sponsored wagon.
I’ve said all along that this would prove, when all was said and done, to be a tragic lesson in the hubris of some humans – the sort that wear white coats, or that like to give press conferences – which is to say overconfidence from those that said they had all the answers and that everyone else should just shut up and do what they’re told. As the months go by, hubris seems more and more like the explanation for so much that has gone awry.
But enough about the virus – whatever it is, wherever it came from and whatever it’s doing right now while I speak. Tragically, this process of unlearning science, forgetting, replacing true with false, did not begin with Covid-19. Strange to say, Covid is just a symptom of something much more dangerous – and that is the deliberate dismantling of so much that our ancestors learned and built and handed on to us, in trust. It enabled an acceleration of something we really should have been aware of for years – the taking apart of so much of the world of science and reason and enlightenment, by those who might have been expected and trusted to be its inheritors. Over the last few months, in their efforts to craft a narrative with the power to dupe the unwary, governments, scientists, academics and others have, at best, lost their way, and at worst they have knowingly vacated, walked away from the vast cathedral that has been the home of history, science, culture, beauty, indeed all that is good and worth preserving.
In their hell for leather scramble to grab and then secure powers previously undreamed of, our leaders and their advisors have turned their backs on decades, centuries in fact, of wisdom carefully acquired by the ancestors. Some of those that went before them – in the age of reason, the age of enlightenment – laid the foundations for the civilisation with which we have been blessed.
Those that came after built upon the foundations, carefully and painstakingly furthering our understanding of the world, and of our own species.
They learned many things – the ancestors – by observation, by careful development and application of the scientific method. They learned about medicine, and about biology. They learned, just as a for instance and long, long ago, that the human species is split into two sexes – male and female – and that while outward appearances might be altered, sex cannot be changed, not with scalpels and not with drugs. Some scientists and doctors have unlearned that as well.
They learned, the ancestors, that chattel slavery was a grotesque stain on humankind and did away with it. They saw to it that power rested not with kings or emperors or preening elites, but with the people. They made provision for the education of all. They understood that tolerance and inclusion were better than any other options and made laws so that men and women were to be treated equally. They learned to be tolerant of other faiths. They learned that people should be judged by the content of their characters and not by the colour of their skins. More and more people are being told now that in being white they are guilty of original sin – a sin for which there is neither forgiveness nor redemption. Those that came before us learned – late in the day, right enough, but they also learned – to be tolerant of different sexualities.
All of this learning and wisdom was raised up like a cathedral, or the grandest colosseum. But cathedrals and colosseums depend upon solid foundations. When the power of Rome waned, their great structures fell into disuse. The barbarians, for the most part hardly knew what to make of them, those towering edifices, and so ignored them as they fell into decline – amphitheatres, great bridges, viaducts, aqueducts, entire cities.
It is up to those of us who care to conserve and to maintain the wonders raised by our ancestors, to re-occupy the space made of reason and enlightenment and left vacant by those who have, on account of wishing to push a new ideology that mocks and seeks to undo the past, wandered away into the wilderness of the social justice warriors, of the so-called woke. They have turned their backs on so much that was learned after great effort and often at great cost. That grand and lofty space, that cathedral of our culture and our civilisation, is still there, at least for now, but it requires constant maintenance, and love. Those of us who care should go about the business of looking after the old place. Only then might we continue to benefit from the shelter it has long provided from the cold, confusing world outside