I’m no fan of the our local rag the Cape Times, but even though it misses the mark on most everything, even a broken clock is right twice a day (unless it’s a digital clock, in which case, probably not).
The Cape Times is not a digital clock though, and it was probably right with its headline for Freedom Day yesterday.
I didn’t read the article. I didn’t need to.
I’m not claiming that any other government anywhere else is necessarily any better, but I would argue that any other government anywhere else never had the hope and positivity that came before the 1994 elections here. The opportunity for a proper fresh start.
If you choose to believe some people, we are currently living in 1984 – not the year (some of us have been through that already) – the George Orwell novel in which the population is controlled by Big Brother and the totalitarian state.
Get a grip. It’s just a bit of cloth on your face.
But what really happened in 1984 – not the George Orwell novel in which the population is controlled by Big Brother and the totalitarian state – the year?
Well, talking of totalitarian states (eh?) there was a by-election in Chesterfield and there were 17 candidates. By law, if you mention one of them (and clearly, Moira Stewart had done so), you also have to mention all of the others so as not to show any sort of bias.
So Moira: take us through the other names, if you would, please?
Of course, none of these individuals came close to challenging the big three, and Labour’s Anthony Neil Wedgwood… er… “Tony” Benn romped home with 24,633 votes, much to the chagrin of John Connell of the Peace Party who came in 17th, just 24,626 behind.
I haven’t written a blog post today, because I’ve been chasing about all over the place. Fortunately, there is an election thing happening somewhere overseas, and so I don’t think anybody noticed my absence.
On that note, might I point you in the direction of the video for DJ Shadow’s Nobody Speak as the perfect representation of the current chaotic state of play in the US?
I’m not going to put it on here, because it breaks a lot of my family-friendly rules as far as NSFW language goes, but here’s the link if you want to see what I’m on about. Mute it if you don’t want to hear the naughty words, although I actually quite like some of them.
The pig is (obviously) great and the flung stack papers against the falling white dove is actually really clever.
Last night, the President announced that from June 1st, religious gatherings of up to 50 people would be permitted again.
I’m going to get straight in there and suggest that this is a stupid, populist decision which will mean more Covid-19 hotspots, more pressure on the health services and more deaths.
Throughout the lockdown, the SA government has made a number of decisions which appear to have absolutely no basis whatsoever in science or reason.
– You can buy closed-toed shoes, but not flip-flops. Why? – You can’t buy cigarettes “because they are not healthy”, but alcohol can go on sale again on Monday. Silly. – You can only exercise between 6 and 9am. Even though busy pavements make for greater risk of infection.
But this one is different. This one has got scientific evidence all over it: it’s just that the evidence all points to not allowing religious gatherings of up to 50 people.
Churches and places of worship all over the world have been highlighted as epicentres of infection since the pandemic began:
In France: “‘Spreading at our church was so strong’, says French doctor infected with COVID-19”
In Germany: “More Than 100 in Germany Found to Be Infected With Coronavirus After Church’s Services”
Already infamously, in Korea: “Why a South Korean Church Was the Perfect Petri Dish for Coronavirus”
In the USA: “California megachurch linked to spread of more than 70 coronavirus cases”
And in… er… South Africa: “Entire church congregation being traced in response to coronavirus in Free State”
And they allow this, now? Really?
(We would have more cases if we had any test kits left to use to detect them.)
It might seem that I’m only singling out religious gatherings for criticism here, but it wasn’t me that chose that. Cyril did that when he told us that they’re the only gatherings which will be allowed.
I might rail against family braais, but I don’t have to, because I can’t have a family braai in my back garden with 2 visitors who I know have been observing all the rules and regulations for 9 weeks in case we spread the infection. I can, however, spend 3 hours in an enclosed space with 49 strangers, singing and dancing.
I would have shouted about them re-opening restaurants, but that’s not necessary, because my friend can’t re-open his restaurant for even 10 people to have a burger at lunchtime in case anyone there has the virus. Still, it’s fine for the post-service Sunday morning tea to go ahead.
To be honest, I probably wouldn’t fight about people sitting on a beach, on their own. Sadly though, I can’t sit on a beach on my own. But I can sit next to someone who didn’t wear a mask when they went to the supermarket yesterday. Or the day before.
I’ve got nothing against religious gatherings. But the dichotomy stinks.
However, it’s likely that when Cyril comes up for re-election, he will gently remind the pastors of yesterday evening, and they will nudge (what’s left of) their flock to vote for him. Some method in his madness, then.