A Promised Land
Finally the BBC has questioned a Chinese cover-up as the communist government casually announced a 50% increase in the number of deaths.
I only caught the news by accident as Michelle had control over the remote. I’ve long given up any expectation of balance from good old auntie beeb.
I can hear Bertie Wooster describing her now: “This was not Aunt Dahlia, my good and kindly aunt, but my Aunt Agatha, the one who chews broken bottles and kills rats with her teeth.”
It was announced a bit like the discovery of that pound coin I thought I’d lost down the back of the sofa. Then one day, I reached down and there it was. Hey presto!
I suspect this was only a brief foray into the main causes of this whole soupy mess and that normal service will be resumed by the BBC, SKY and co in laying the blame solely and squarely at the feet of Boris and The Donald.
Mind you, we’ve not heard much from our PM since he went to recover at Chequers, the official country residence of office.
He’s probably hiding in the cellar with a saucepan on his head. I mean to say, any of us might be a bit deflated in the circumstances:
A sweeping mandate from the British people at the polls in December which, even then, was being undermined by dark forces -our bat, or rat eating friends. (Take your pick).
And then, after weeks of the WHO telling us there’s nothing to worry about up to the middle of January, a plague of Biblical proportions is unleashed. This time a plague of bats!
Pharaoh had suffered many plagues because of his refusal to release the enslaved Israelites so Boris must feel a bit peeved for merely trying to lead a people out of the EU as they had politely requested.
The EU even used its own dark magicians to conjure up a plague of aggressive leftists with #FBPE twitter handles, and tried to confuse us with with new gender pronouns; but we were not deterred. Could we vote more than once if we called ourselves ‘they?’ (To clarify, I think that only applies to postal ballots).
Perhaps, as in Pharaoh’s time, there was a higher power at play? And I’m not talking about Guy Verhofstadt or Tony Blair.
And Boris is certainly no Moses, I’ll grant you that. Do you know, that after all of Moses hard work to lead the Israelites to freedom, they spent the next forty years grumbling in the desert? Ungrateful bunch!
They were so close to the promised land, but they lost their way. They forgot to be thankful for their freedom and their daily bread, but instead complained and began to worship idols.
I think we could learn a thing or two from the Israelites, even now.
The penny has certainly dropped in China and there is, at last, realisation that the secretive and oppressive regime has made a momentous mistake in its belief that everything will return to normal, without any consequences. There are always consequences.
The cat, or bat (take your pick) is out of the bag.
In other news, the Cornish world-renowned Gin producer, Tarquins, is now making hand sanitiser.
I wonder if I’ll be able to buy CIF or Jeyes Rhubarb and Ginger Gin when the shops open again?
It’s certainly an upside down world we live in and anything could happen.