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Editorial History In The Faking Well, here we are again fellow people of the social distance. It certainly is, in historical terms, a blast from the past as we contemplate and possibly assimilate yet another curse upon the human race. History, like a bent politician or an overdose of crème brûlée, has a habit of repeating on itself. And so, like all the previous calamities that have rightly or wrongly befallen the somewhat stupefied upright ape, our current plagues are surely destined to be repeated ad infinitum.

It is difficult to recall an age so detached, strange and subject to ignorant and primal behaviour unless of course we include the now long-forgotten Brexit Epidemic of 1916 when we all wore diapers or trousers regardless of our academic and religious leanings.

In more recent times the world has been turned upside down and inside out, politicians have been hoisted on there own sanitary and socially distanced petards, cruisers have been condemned to eternal cruising and (bless the Melton under my collar) if the country isn’t drifting towards that jingoistic pre-war feeling where anything goes.

The current plague upon us is not via corrupt religions, states, leaders, corporations or social media gurus) it is a viral pandemic. This means that it can affect anyone and it is seemingly, at present, running out of control. Indeed not dissimilar to our leaders, global corporations and twatter accounts. And the herd never has immunity as the individual animals making up the heard have no individual defence and so each is destined to suffer the fate of the whole ignorant and panicked whole. The more you all comply (without question) the quicker we will all get through this! Global detention is the current cure for an outbreak that some believe was manufactured. Certainly, to the casual onlooker, the clearing of the streets and shortages of basic foods hold more attraction for a fascisto despot than any socialist or libertarian. Politicians and their free-market friends appear to be devoid of the ability and wit to ensure that health service staff and units are provided both necessary and often statutory protective equipment and clothing to fulfill their crucial roles safely and efficiently. A National Health Service Trust, as an employer, must surely have a legal duty of care to assure the above conditions are met. Private business trumps public organisations because it is more efficient and better value for taxpayers’ money!

So these well-paid, well-educated political and business inepts cannot order medical supplies with two months notice but can overnight rustle up an emergency fourth Reich virus bill that subjugates the people under a totalitarian regime with draconian powers popular with the Nazis, South Americans and even some African states.

And so the new world order is one where citizens, much like 1930s Spain or Germany, are likely to infect themselves and each other with fatal consequences. Another similarity is the relish with which folk (or volk) are willing to greedily accept and swallow whatever they are fed. This regardless of where the feed comes from or what it contains. In the media lie after lie, misinformed pundit after clueless minister and smug pensioned ex-parliamentarian after above inflation pay rise sucking parliamentarian shamelessly espouse (lucrative) bullshit to the world and occasionally incredulous (but more frequently credulous) GBBC (Grievous Bodily Broadcasting Corporation) talent. I use the word loosely. Indoors the gob smacked wait eager to hear about the Chancellor’s extraordinarily generous package clueless that money is printed rather than growing on trees. All orchestrated behind the scenes by the be-duffle-coated Demonic Comings, the beet noir of the elderly and eugenically diverse amongst us. Times like these call to mind that great explorer Capt. John (Quaker) Oates whose last recorded words were, I’m just popping out to Iceland, I may be some time.

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