Today is Freedom Day! The long promised day where the government would finally take its knee off our necks and let us breath again.

Except of course it’s not.

Like a narcissistic abuser, they promised it would be different this time. Dangling hope in front of us, before snatching it away. At the last minute, they oh so apologetically found an oh so convenient excuse, with clearly cherry picked data, and moved the goal posts once more.

As everyone knew that they would.

“The rules are simple: they lie to us, we know they’re lying, they know we know they’re lying, but they keep lying to us, and we keep pretending to believe them.” 

Elena Gorokhova, A Mountain of Crumbs

Freedom day is now July 19th, except nobody seriously expects these compulsive liars to keep their word this time either. They never have in the past. Indeed, a leaked Whitehall document outlines this has been the plan all along – to drag this out until the winter, where the inevitable rise in cases will force us back into full lockdown again.

Why, when the country has one of the highest uptakes of the vaccine anywhere in the world, and we’ve clearly demonstrated that we have broken the link between case rises and deaths? Oh, I’m sure there will be a new “concerning” variant appearing, or some rise in cases that will be “alarming”, which will be trotted out closer to the time as a post hoc justification for a decision that has already been made.

Who knows why they’re doing this, but I rather think that – like any abuser – the pencil necked bureaucrats in government and in SAGE (who are clearly running the show) rather like having power and the ability to micromanage our lives. SAGE and government ministers now get to determine who we can see, what we wear on our faces, how we greet each other, where we can travel, and who can dance at a wedding. They get to determine who we can have in our homes, what kinds of businesses can trade, what activities you are allowed to enjoy, or how close you can stand next to someone you’re not living with.

Sitting at a restaurant table, is ok, but don’t you dare stand up without putting a mask on, because SAGE tells us this will murder a granny!

Do the rules seem capricious and contradictory? Is it maddening how often they change? Can’t make firm plans or commitments, lest the whims of SAGE change without warning? Shut up! Science Denier! Don’t you dare try and divine the wisdom of the almighty SAGE!

If this sort of abuse were levelled against another person, in an intimate relationship say, then the police would rightly be involved. However, it seems the country is in the grips of a massive case of Stockholm syndrome, and can’t see the blatant absurdity of all of this, and the obviousness of the abuse.

Hey UK, blink twice if you’re in trouble!

“But you see my love, it’s because of the virus! Can’t have you meeting up with your friends, they might be dangerous! Oh, and I definitely can’t have you galavanting around the globe, you have to stay here with me!”

Except, of course, if you have a diplomatic passport.

I’m a big behaviourist. Don’t listen to what people say, watch what they do… actions never lie.

G7 leaders from around the world, and their entourage, all jetted in to Cornwall last week for a summit. Of course it was vitally important that they all meet face to face. None of these vitally important conversations could have been conducted over Zoom, that would just be silly in the midst of a global pandemic.

Did they do the mandatory two weeks of house arrest for quarantine that SAGE insists is vital for everyone’s safety? Did they even have a test? Do you seriously believe that Joe Biden had a swab stuck up his nose before he got off Airforce one?

No, of course not. As soon as the socially distanced press photo was taken, and the cameras were thought to be off, the masks were ripped off and the champagne started flowing. Definitely no social distancing, and I’m pretty sure there were more than two households mixing.

It looked almost as if they were on holiday! You know, that thing that SAGE tell us riffraff we’re definitely not permitted to have.

This is nothing new, of course. Every day a precession of masked up ministers walk into No. 10 and rip the rag off their face as soon as they think the cameras are not on them.

It’s almost as if our elites don’t think Covid is all that big of a concern anymore, eh? It’s almost as if we’re being played for fools. Shouldn’t be a surprise… if it wasn’t for double standards, they’d have no standards at all.

“But you see, my love… it’s all those vaccine refuseniks that are to blame! It’s them making me do this to you!”

Despite the UK having one of the highest uptakes of the vaccine anywhere in the world, our abuser is trying to shift the blame. Trying to shift our attention away from their own flouting of the oppressive, ever changing capricious restrictions, which they force us to live under. Instead, they encourage us to turn on each other… divide and rule, got to love a classic!

You must loudly proclaim that you can’t wait until you’re called up to get your shot! … lest someone think you’re a dreaded antivaxer, denounce you, and blaming you for all their suffering. Be sure to post a selfie of you in your mask to Instagram, proudly showing off the bandaid on your arm, and don’t forget to update that Facebook profile picture with a vaccine badge!

Believe your abuser, who has lied to you throughout, and listen carefully when they tell you that the vaccine is perfectly safe. Believe them, despite there being no possible way they could know what the long term health effects of an entirely new and experimental vaccine technology will be, when rolled out on such a massive scale. Believe them, even though the longitudinal data simply does not exist, so there are no grounds to make any claim beyond “it seems to work ok so far, so long as you don’t look at the yellow card report too closely”.

Do you have questions as to whether it’s necessarily a good idea to conduct perhaps the largest public health intervention in human history, on essentially the entire global population, using an experimental drug technology, all without even stopping for breath? Act in haste (or in this case fear), regret at leisure. Maybe you have concerns about taking a drug, for which the long term health effects are entirely unknown, when you are in a very low risk category for the virus itself?

Having questions or concerns like this is clearly insane, and not at all what any rational person would ever do, our abuser tells us.

Our abuser informs us sternly that this is WrongThink, and people who think like that are crazy antivaxers who all believe the Illuminati and the lizard people are using the vaccine to implant everyone with 5G tracking chips made by Microsoft!

Our abuser tells us there is no sane reason to refuse to have the vaccine, and that anyone who does so is a crazy conspiracy theorist who wants to murder your grandma! Our abuser tells us that of course they would never lie to us, and that they only want the best for us! You must have imagined all those times they’ve lied before, you’re so silly like that!

So, put aside any silly worries you have about taking an experimental drug when you’re neither elderly or clinically vulnerable. The new chicken tikka flavour of Covid is super duper extra special dangerous, which is why you always see me wearing my mask and standing two meters away from everyone, when the TV cameras are on me at least!

Don’t you listen to anyone who asks questions as to the sense of all of this. Don’t listen to anyone who points out that new variants of viruses happen all the time. Don’t worry your pretty little head with those silly little logical deductions, like if the criteria for freedom is “no new variants”, then that basically means “never”.

Don’t notice things like the way the herd immunity threshold has constantly crept up ever higher, or that it is always conveniently just above where we are now. Did I say you’ll have your freedom back when we’ve vaccinated the elderly and vulnerable? Na, you must have imagined that, you know how bad your memory is, silly! When we’ve vaccinated the over 50s? No, you must have imagined that too.

You remember? I said I can only give your freedoms back after we have vaccinate everybody, didn’t I. I’ve always said that from the beginning! You must have imagined all the times I said anything different. So remember, it’s that healthy thirty year old who has concerns as to why they are being pressured into an experimental medical procedure by people who lie all the time… they’re the reason I’ll have to lock you in your house this winter! They’re the reason I’m going to have to cancel Christmas again! It’s not that it’s an entirely political decision, or that the hospitalisations and deaths from Covid are at a record low and falling, or that power is an end in and of itself, or anything silly like that.

You know you shouldn’t listen to them. Just do what you’re told, you know I know what’s best for you.

“Darling, I love you! Why do you make me hurt you?”

Our abuser cries, as they beat us.

The Dear Leader has requested that we all reflect on the last year, as today marks the one year anniversary of when the country I am currently stuck in went into its first (of many) lockdowns.

One year. One fucking year.

One year of dodgy models and disingenuous press conferences.

One year of the theft of hard fought for liberties, and of ever shifting goalposts for when we will get them back.

One year of shattered lives, livelihoods and and stunted futures.

One year spent minimising non-covid deaths.

One year of our lives stolen from us.

Urgh. I could go on.

Mine is a minority view, or so it would seem. Covid is a real virus of course, but it is increasingly clear that the hardship we all face now is down to government policy, not as a direct result of the virus.

Truthfully, I am not even slightly concerned about the virus these days. Do I want it? No. Of course not. But hiding inside the house, not seeing friends and family, not travelling, not doing any one of the number of things, now verboten, which give you a reason to get up in the morning, is not a way to live your life. Especially for a virus which, while serious if you’re unlucky enough to get a bad case, is far from being airborne Ebola or the Zombie plague.

We have several highly effective vaccines now, and say what you want about the government, they have at least done that right. All the elderly and vulnerable have had their dose, and death rates are plummeting as a result. All the data indicates we should really already be almost back to normal. So, why are restrictions tightening rather than relaxing? Why are we talking about internal Covid passports, mandatory vaccinations, ongoing travel bans, and masks and social distancing until 2023 or beyond?

Whenever a minister is pressed on the question of exactly when we will get our freedoms back, they always avoid the question, dissemble or deflect. The goalposts are constantly being shifted. Whenever we reach one of their arbitrary criteria, and we see the end in sight… Lucy moves the football… and the funny thing is we all know she’s going to move the football. Each time we all go along with the lie, we try convince ourselves that she won’t, and run at that football all the same. We pretend it will all be ok.

It’ll all be ok if everyone just obeys the Rules!

“The rules are simple: they lie to us, we know they’re lying, they know we know they’re lying, but they keep lying to us, and we keep pretending to believe them.” 

Elena Gorokhova, A Mountain of Crumbs

I want my God given freedoms back, if it’s all the same to you. They were never yours to take in the first place! But, the medium is the message and the message is crystal clear.

We’re not going to get our freedoms back unless we take them back.

Sadly, if the polls are to be believed, a large swathe of the population are in favour of these restrictions, and the only thing our useless opposition leader would have done different would have been to go tougher, harder and earlier… Charlie big potatoes loves to stand behind that podium. Never mind the decimation of the working classes his party ostensibly is meant to represent, ah yes, but those class traitors in the North voted the wrong way didn’t they? This was meant to be your time, wasn’t it Keir. I guess they get what they fucking deserve, don’t they?

I can only wonder what world the supporters of all this lockdown insanity are living in. I can only imagine it’s a world where they live in a comfortable house, with a comfortable family, where they can comfortably work from home. Or a world where they can play video games all day, getting fat on a year long tax payer sponsored holiday from a job they hate. Charitably, I can only imagine that the fear pumped out in the media has warped their perception of reality, and with everyone around them reflecting their emotionalism back at them, I guess I can understand.

But am I crazy? I’m looking at all the data, and the outlook is better not worse. We have a vaccine. Covid isn’t as deadly as we thought last March. We won. Well done! Take the W, Boris, and let us get back to our lives!

But no.

It seems to me that we are held captive, not by the virus, but by fear. Held captive by emotionalism. Held captive by a “safety at all costs” government, myopically obsessed with covid (and the future public enquiry), as if it was the only thing going on and the only thing anybody ever dies from. Held captive by, frankly, a bunch of hysterical pearl clutching cowards who are afraid of the fucking flu.

Bah. I’m angry, and I’m running my mouth. My blog.

Look, it looked bad back in March 2020, I get that. I got caught up in that wave of emotionalism as well. However, as more and more data came out, the outlook kept on improving… and yet, here we are. One year on, facing increasingly authoritarian measures, not a cautious and proportional response based on a realistic assessment of the threat.

If you’re vulnerable, I get it. But we have the vaccine now, and Covid isn’t the only thing that can bump off someone who’s clinically vulnerable. Nobody wants someone to die, but unfortunately that’s just a fact of being alive and mortal. If you care about someone who’s vulnerable, I get it. We all have elderly parents and grandparents, I’ve not seen mine in over a year, and given that two of my more elderly relatives are in failing health I doubt I’ll ever see them again. Nobody is saying don’t take precautions or exercise good judgement.

But honestly, for the rest of you, I’m out of sympathy. All you fit and healthy folks virtue signalling with your mask selfies. All you Karens glaring and spitting passive aggressive venom when someone dares to walk slightly too close past them on the street. All of you who are so scared to go outside, and because of that fear, want to place restrictions on other people… except of course unless they’re delivering your Amazon packages or Waitrose tender stem broccoli.

Fuck all of you. You are all cowards. You want to limit the lives and opportunities of others because you feel scared.

Sorrynotsorry, but it’s time for you to put on your Big Boy pants, harden the fuck up, and go outside.

Like many people around the world in countries struggling to deal with with the Covid-19 Coronavirus pandemic, the state in which I’m currently living has put its entire population under a “lockdown”.

We are only meant to leave our houses for a set number of reasons – buying food, a short bit of exercise, a medical emergency – and when we do we’re meant to keep a strict minimum distance away from each other.

If the numbers are accurate and are to be believed regarding the mortality rate of Covid-19, I can understand the reaction. Things haven’t got bad here yet, and with the sun shining brightly outside it’s hard to picture the scenes from China or Italy happening anywhere near here.

But, knowing something of what is going on behind the scenes to prepare, as I do… I know the threat is real. Even if, as we all hope, it turns out to be nowhere near as virulent as feared.

The police are patrolling and even setting up checkpoints in order to check that anyone outside has a reason to be. They’re patrolling the cities with drones and helicopters.

I fully expect we’ll be required to produce some sort of documentation to be let out of our houses before long, like they are already doing in Europe (but at least they’re not welding us into buildings like in China, so thank heaven for small mercies).

I have an individualistic libertarian streak a mile and a half wide, and I find this (as well as people’s acceptance of the new world order) more disturbing than the virus threat. I had no problem with these measures when they were suggestions, but now they’re orders I find myself … deeply troubled.

Fundamentally, I recognise that this changes our relationship with the state at a very fundamental level. Our rights are no longer inalienable, they’re now granted to us by the state, and will be given back to us when those in charge deem it appropriate.

Troubling, and something I personally find more troubling than the virus. After all, history has taught us many many times that rights quickly surrendered will often take years (and more often than not, a whole lot of bloodshed) to get back.

I don’t know. I guess we’ll see how this plays out. Perhaps I’ll be singing a different tune when the bodies start stacking up in the street and people are collapsing all around me.

Perhaps this current state of emergency will be over relatively quickly, and the government will hand back the liberties it has taken from the people.

Right now I’m just thinking about hypotheticals… what if… but to those who say that I’m just being paranoid and you reason that it couldn’t happen here… well… who amongst you would have scoffed had I said to you at the beginning of this year that we’d all be stuck in lockdown right now?