For those of you wondering why your posts have not been published, ask yourself a few simple questions. Were your posts enlightening, entertaining or intended to stimulate discussion? Or were they intended to hurt, embarrass and demean? I know some of you have grudges going back many years and I am sorry that I am taking up so much space in your heads, but from hereonin, you will have to get your jollies elsewhere. Call it censorship, call it unjust, call it what you like, but I am no longer giving you a platform for your hate.
But back to now, and back to day 7/8 or 9 of quarantine. I have cabin fever! Not that I am going to the shops, apart from the local one, but I hear the shelves are emptying at a batshit crazy pace. My hope is that they will be eating rotting, unappetizing food for the next few months! This crisis is bringing out the worst in some people's natures, their true selves are being revealed and it aint pretty. Sure, there has been a domino effect, no-one knows where the toilet roll panic buying began, and many are not being greedy, just trying to get some before it runs out. But others are hoarding because they have gone into full blown 'every man for himself' mode. Had they been on the Titanic they would have trampled over the women and children without a second thought. This is society now - Gawd 'elp us.
For myself, I am getting a feeling of wartime, Churchillian morale, thinking up creative new ways to make lentils and dried pulses exciting. Thus far, they are the only 'staples' left on the shop shelves. As our forefathers, and mothers, learned, necessity is the mother of invention. Mostly from having to live on minimum wartime rations - a bag of pearl barley and split peas can make a hearty stew!
I am of course, also heavily influenced by having watched all 10 seasons of The Walking Dead. We, a collective we, are pretty much where they were in Season 1. One of the biggest fears right now is that the excessively greedy, those with toilet rolls from floor to ceiling, will start to form gangs to protect their stash, and take over the black market. Happily, they are not all running to gun stores as they are in the USA, because we don't have them, but there will probably be a high demand for camouflage gear and catapults.
Meanwhile, none of us are technically alone because we have the wonders of the internet. We are still being informed of everything that is going on. As a lifelong fan of disaster films, the catastrophe really kicks in when the information stops. That's the time to hook up with a Rick or a Daryl and learn lethal fighting skills should you have to take on a herd to get hold of the last pack of Andrex.
Of course we could all use this Quarantine time to learn something amazing, a new language, wartime cookery skills, lethal fighting skills. I am presently torn between Spanish and Kung Fu. Maybe I should do both? I feel I am halfway there with the Kung Fu as I watched most of most of the series and have a litany of Grasshopper quotes. Floating like a butterfly and stinging like a bee might present problems, with the arthritis, though I feel I could emulate some of Michonne's (Walking Dead) fighting kills if I had a katana. The Spanish I'm struggling with, if I could just say one sentence perfectly, I feel I could get past the wall.
Buen dia mis amigos, or should it be amigas? Doh!