You come across as a self righteous opinionated health professional. But what are you like in real life?
Rational. Not obsessional. Et tu ?
You come across as a
redacted person. But what are you like in real life ?
PS: I don't lower myself to ad-hominem attacks. Merely state facts, and sometimes venture my own opinions, which cannot be other than selfish. And occasionally righteous. You don't have to pay any attention to them.
Freeforester is a big boy, with his own theories, so should be able to answer my question, should he choose to do so, without the likes of you chipping in. The positive that I take is that he is doing his best to "break the cycle". Whether we do that by lockdown, social distancing, mask wearing, washing our hands, clapping for the NHS, accepting a vaccine, or choosing some alternative therapy, is still, I think, a personal choice here. As long as we do something.
Sealing our borders is a bit trickier than in Oz or NZ, so views from that faraway land are naturally a little different. You are a bit stuck though, until you all get vaxed (I've heard that that isn't going too well so far), or maybe all get dosed up with ivermectin ?
Here in the Northern hemisphere we are approaching the "silly season", when news stories traditionally become bizarre, and civil insurrection abounds (already started). We are rather good at riots. It's going to be a long hot summer.
Lyrics (abbreviated) :
I play out my role
Why I've even been out walking
They tell me that it helps
But I know when I'm beaten
All those lonely films
And all those lonely parties
And the feeling is off-screen
An' the tears for real, not acted, anymore
I'm all mixed up inside
I want to run, but I can't hide
And however much we try
We can't escape the truth and the fact is
Don't matter what I do
...
'Cause I'll end up hurting you
One more covered sigh
And one more glance, you know means goodbye
Can't you see that's why
We're dashing our seconds on the rocks of a lifetime
Don't matter what I do
...
'Cause I'll end up hurting you
What once was pleasure, now's pain for us all
(In my heart, only shadows fall)
I once stood proud, now I feel so small
(I don't know whether to laugh or cry)
The long hot summer just passed me by
Shu du du du, du de de wop
...
I want to run, but I can't hide
...
'Cause I'll end up hurting you