Moronic Invariants

There is nothing quite like a national crisis to rally support for an ailing government, to unite the populace, to hush the bickering. Kaiser Wilhelm found the start of the Great War to be a wonderful distraction from the socialist agenda of the Reichstag. General Galtieri, the Argentine dictator, thought his invasion of the Falklands would remedy his low approval ratings. He was of course mistaken, though it worked wonders for Mrs Thatcher’s. A real cynic- and I am not one yet- might suspect the current government’s rush of activity surrounding the latest variant to be a mere cunning distraction from its trail in the polls, the whiff of scandal surrounding its leader and an increasing sense of national boredom connected to anything associated with the words variant, pandemic and virus. Of course, this is Britain. We are not governed by German emperors nor south American generals. Still, the BBC reports:

At least one person in the UK has died with the Omicron coronavirus variant, the prime minister has said.

This unfortunate person need not have died of the variant, merely with it. There are lots of things we die with- arms, freckles, birth marks, blonde hair, tattoos- but seldom from. I pray for Her Majesty’s government and all those in authority, but I do not believe everything they tell me.

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