Today, and hot off the press from British Columbia, a province that contains around 5 million people spread out (the Greater Vancouver area holds half of that number) over 944,000 square kilometers, wherein this equates to 5.0 something people per square kilometer of social distancing possibilities, have laid out new 'sweeping' covid-dictates. What a lovely day in the neighborhood...
Masks are official business now - a must, and like elsewhere, there are to be no friends gathering together either - no suppers nor waltzes, if so inclined. Travel between any community area is being highly publicized as a no-no, although public shaming will aid its unwritten law in the Order. The head covid-in-chief medical officer (aka Messenger), Dr. B, has spelled it all out, so tomorrow the public will wake to a new reality. That reality, again like elsewhere, does not include worshiping in a church, and some businesses are back in the days of March and April - closed. Around 320 people have sadly died since the beginning, they say, and what they don't tally, like elsewhere too, is what of those peoples' original health condition. They also say that around 80% of people died in Canada in
care homes, and some in hospitals, so if applied to that number it leaves a much smaller number who died in regular life outside care homes and hospitals. People who could not get or maintain a medical appointment included. For all that, the province is being destroyed economically, socially and in 'collateral' human lives from the usual problems, such as starving to death, freezing to death outside in the cold, exponential suicide rates, alcoholism, along with massive fentanyl abuse and the fatalities that result et cetera. Crime will skyrocket as the money tap has been closed, and people might begin to club each other silly. For all that, thank god we are being protected from cases .
Health officials escalate public health orders to include the entire province; Henry's office adds new restrictions and steps up enforcement
www.burnabynow.com
Now, without outright stating a few expletives or keyboard symbol equivalencies at these problems, Mr. Gurdjieff, in his
Paris Meetings 1943 (as I was once reminded), perhaps
captures some of my sentiments for these global covid-in-chief medical types and those 'behind' them (no pun intended) with his look at chicken derrieres:
"Your monarchy, your communism, your surrealism [George might have added global
technocrats if alive today], all have exactly the same quality, the same value. All four, five, ten, however many exist, it is the same thing,
the same smell. It smells like a chicken's ass. The expression does exist. When you buy a chicken, you always sniff it in one place, whether it's old or young, there is one place you sniff - under the tail. That's the way you can tell if it's old or young, if it was killed five days, a week or a month before. That is why you smell it there. All chickens smell the same in that place, but with different qualities. Old, one quality, young, another quality, but both are mixed with the smell of shit.
It is the same with all your political parties. The smell is mixed with the smell of shit."
Digressing (venting through George), the covid-measures trajectory in BC has been incremental so far, as bad as that has been - and now this so called 2nd-wave must be pushed from the top down, and hard just to remind people. The mental and physical pressure on people through the holidays into the New Year will not be a fun time. It is not fun seeing friends, family and colleagues either in a state of self-induced Stockholm syndrome or struggling in pain without words - oh yet the words are there. It is no fun talking to colleagues that know better of the science, and yet they have built this Jenga tower around themselves that is holding on by a stick being tugged out before collapsing. It is mind boggling, but nothing new as all these pages before describe.
Thank the DMC for romance novels :)
