Hey, They Convinced Folks that Masks Are Necessary, So This Should Be Easy

The controlled world Our Rulers are substituting for the (marginally) freer one we knew before COVID requires a sales-job—one the loyal media now cheerfully supplies on both sides of The Pond. For example, a blogger in the UK gushes over metal bars that separate attendees at a concert:

The future of socially distanced gigs is here and they look so much better than normal gigs.

Everyone knows that the worst thing about seeing your favourite band live is the rogue elbows you get jabbing you in your face and ribs. That’s not an issue anymore.

A Sam Fender concert held in Newcastle has been dubbed the world’s first socially distanced gig, with people standing and dancing in their own private booths on the grass.

Their “own private booths.” The gentleman who sent me this story subsisted for several years in one of the government’s cages, so he knows whereof he speaks when he writes, “Don’t know about you, but this looks like prison to me.”

Second, here’s an enthusiastic review of the altered, al fresco “restaurants” New York City’s despots have foisted on metropolitan serfs—even if the review is from the Chief Despot himself:

Declaring the city’s outdoor dining program a success, Mayor de Blasio said Monday that the program will come back next June.

“Whatever else we have to weather, we have seen that this experiment worked,” Hizzoner said at a press conference. “Expect to see that wonderful outdoor dining back next year.” 

More than 9,000 restaurants have participated in the city program that allows them to serve hungry New Yorkers on sidewalks …

“Look at what we have been able to achieve together — improvise something amazing,” de Blasio beamed.

No disclaimers, such as pointing out that deBlabbio is praising his own diktat, nor that previously, customers chose where they’d like to eat (many establishments always offered patrons seating on the sidewalk; the restaurateur paid the City’s fee [exorbitant, I’m sure] and set up tables there. Those who prefer privacy, cleanliness, and a cool interior ate inside, as usual. But now diners have no choice).

Nor did the reporter ask deBlabbio such awkward questions as, “Temps have been in the 90s this week, Fidel, and the humidity is so high that walking the streets, let alone eating on them, is like moving through Jello. What do you say to those who’d rather sup in the restaurant’s empty and air-conditioned dining room? Why have you forbidden such a simple pleasure to taxpayers?” 

No, we are to believe that dining in the middle of a hellishly hot, stinking (bake hundreds of tons of garbage and litter under the broiling sun, mix with the exhaust from thousands of cars and trucks, and you’ll have some idea of the miasma smothering New York’s streets in the summer), deafeningly noisy and crowded roadway is ”something amazing.”

Oh, it’s amazing, all right. So is the denizens’ patience.

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12:03 pm on August 15, 2020