I know it’s hard right now. The future is uncertain, and you’re doing it tough. You’re going it alone, and you’re not sure how it’s going. So, here’s a gentle word of advice from a Melburnian who’s been through it: go the fuck home and shut the fuck up.
Seriously, you’re whining and deadly incompetence is really pissing everyone off. Well, maybe not everyone, but most everyone. And you’re pissing me off enough for everyone.
Last year I was inside Melbourne’s ring of steel. I was inside while my frail and frailing 300 year old mother looked after herself in a rural town. I was inside when she clearly was declining, and when i had to arrange for doctor’s permission to get through the ring. Which wasn’t easy. And then I was with her in a country hospital, with the nurses and doctors navigating Covid procedures, with a beautifully human and erratic mix of compassion and shit-scared rule-following. I brought her back, for a week, when she died. And two weeks later was the funeral, with a limit of ten, and an ad hoc reception in the cemetery pavilion, because everything was closed and home visits were forbidden.
My mother’s story, of course, does not compare to the horrors of others, and her story could have been so, so much worse. She spent her last days with her family, which many did not get to do. But it was bad enough, and it was frustrating as hell.
But through it all, did I, or anyone, blame “Dictator Dan”? Of course not, It was, and is, a fucking pandemic, and when you’re in a fucking pandemic you follow the fucking rules. So, when I see the privileged fucking whining from you selfish Sydney twats, I just want to puke. Fuck you.
You want to blame Gladys? Fuck that. Yes, of course she is a loathsome, irresponsible ScoMoFo-esque conman, backed by shit-for-brains hayseeds. She should rot in Hell. But it’s not just her, and you know it. It’s your whole idiotic laissez-fairground culture which is fucking you up, and fucking us all up. And you know it.
So, please, with all due respect, go the fuck home, shut the fuck up. No one wants to hear anything from you but the sound of your doors closing.