Things don’t seem so bad today. Whilst the World Health Organisation (WHO) says Omicron poses a “very high global risk”, Scotland’s deputy first minister John Swinney reassures us that “there is no evidence of serious illness” with those poor Scots who have caught the virus. Given that Swinney was a research officer for the Scottish Coal Project (1987–1988), a senior management consultant with Development Options (1988–1992), and a strategic planning principal with Scottish Amicable (1992–1997) (thanks, Wiki) before joining the Scottish Nationalists who run Scotland, you can see he is ideally qualified to provide that reassurance. Anyway, everything is fine now. Isn’t it?
I’m not an expert on things like the “50 mutations and more than 30 on the spike protein” but it doesn’t sound good to me. In fact, it reinforces my sense of doom and gloom to the extent that I have restarted wearing masks in shops and will do the same on the bus next time I am on one. It’s a small price to pay to protect others (and me) but already the usual suspects are protesting.
Arch loon Piers Corbyn – who knew there could be an even worse Corbyn than Magic Grandpa? – was on London’s Underground trains removing mask-wearing instruction stickers, quite possibly in a bid to kill his opponents so that he can go one better than his wretched brother and become prime minister. Various other far right crackpots are doing the same, including that Scottish oddball who used to present Coast and now appears on a new, barely watched crank TV channel which is so low on talent that even the acquisition of Eamonn Holmes seems important.
My biggest fear about the Covid variant is that we are led by a government of liars, the leader of which is the worst liar in British political history. I don’t trust the likes of Boris Johnson and Sajid Javid and if they say everything is fine, you can be sure it isn’t.
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