With apologies to Charles Dickens, there’s no best of times these days, sorry.
The W.H.O. declared a pandemic on March 11th, 2020. I somehow got the day wrong, thought it was the 17th for some reason. Also missed that day, so here we are, the 19th, as good as any day if any day should be so fatefully blighted with that disaster.
The Covid Times did give rise to some interesting ‘toons though, so I suppose I should be thankful…
They say hindsight is 2020, (ha ha) but Canada and America missed the boat imho. We could have been Sweden, or Brazil even. We would have lost only marginally more people and spared ourselves the inflationary whirlpool that we are caught in now. The whole “let’s throw money at problems” thing might never have started. Then again, economic and political changes of cataclysmic proportions are maybe inevitable now as we stand on the brink.
I blame the W.H.O., whose bloated bureaucracy of autocrats had the insufferable arrogance to dictate to “the world” what was to happen next. And doctors, who overnight became celebrity pundits. Democracy? Out the window. Science? Only if it aligned with the flow of power.
For me, the most disappointing thing about the pandemic is that we seem to have not learned one damn thing from it. Remember how quiet it was? The animals came out of the forest. The sky was free of jet trails. The air was clean. Carbon emissions plummeted. It ain’t rocket science after all. In fact, solving global problems isn’t science at all, It’s just us people. Just us.
end of rant