I know it's pretty bad in Australia for rules and regulations. I've watched the announcements given by their Government, the way they bark their intimidating instructions. I've seen how they slaughtered rescued dogs to stop volunteers travelling to pick them up for transportation to a re homing centre. I've seen robo cops in full battle gear set about beating people up with batons and dragging them off. As if that isn't bad enough.
It makes me cry to see people I know who emigrated there a few years ago, post pictures on letsfaceitbook, walking on a near empty beach in the early evening, and they are wearing face nappies. Mother, Father, two children, trying to have a nice walk on the beach. Only the dog doesn't have it's face covered. Someone asked the question, why, when there is no one around. The reply was, read the policy for Melbourne mask wearing.
I remember how happy they were when they went. The pictures were coming thick and fast, how they had found jobs, a place to live in a nice area, the girls loved the school and did well. They settled in nicely and was glad they made the move. Now they live in a hell hole.
If that doesn't tell you that it isn't about a virus, I don't know what does. I've got swear words buzzing around in my head, it's hard to control my fingers on the keyboard. This whole circus is only leading to one end, and it's not about saving people's lives.
I need a coffee. Back later. ilona