I wish the discouragement in a moment and the bitter lips. The government’s statements this week in reaction to the immediate accumulation of Covid-19 cases are very similar to the end of the 1970s: incredibly disappointing.
The Covid-19 infection rate in Ireland is now the fourth highest in Europe and is expanding throughout the hour.
The government’s reaction to this new risk to the country’s suitability has been as ruthless as Rambo did.
Instead, it is more Bambi: weak, hairy, fluffy and ultimately spineless.
Health Minister Stephen Donnelly said after Tuesday’s tense closet assembly to talk about the government’s response: “We’re at a tipping point.”
Well, if that’s the case, why announce a series of unconvincing restrictions that might not replace Ireland’s growing trajectory of the virus?
If ever there was a time to take Covid through the skin of the neck, as we did in March with wonderful good luck, this is the time.
Instead, the government capitulated. The next three weeks will tell the story, I’m afraid. Expect infections to increase, because you can’t fight Covid-19 with a series of half-baked nonsense.
And that’s what we’ve had this week: an incoherent disaster that leaves most of them scared and confused.
Consider the technique of gastropubs and restaurants. Not only will they remain open, against all common sense, but Taoiseach Micheal Martin has extended its opening hours until 11:30 p.m.
Who’s having dinner in Ireland right now? Do they do it in Madrid, yes, in Mullingar or Myshall, or Mullinavat?
Be. Shoot the other one.
Now the government’s reaction to the explosion of house parties across the country. Your message to revelers: there can be no more than a dozen of you and no one from more than 3 homes.
Repeat? A scraper on his head, imagined in the puzzle factory through Mr. Illogic.
The new rule is like an ashtray on a motorcycle, unless you give the police the force to break the depressing parts wherever they happen.
The government has promised to do just that, authorizing the Gardai to close gourmet pubs, restaurants and houses that disobey the rules.
It is the only heavy artillery piece in the government’s anti-Covid arsenal.
But it will remain in your case at a time when it’s probably necessary. For what? Well, the Dail is on summer vacation and probably won’t meet until September 15, in four weeks.
By the time it is enacted, let’s say before the end of September, if you had a transparent passage, it would be too late. By then, Covid-19 will have gone through the wandering parties in the house and the bars and restaurants that break regulations like a dose of salt.
The party generation will have returned the virus to mom, dad, grandmother and grandfather, and we will return to the bad times of March, when our entire fitness service threatened overcrowding.
The promise that “cops get tough” is like Donald Trump’s head.
Add to the combination the Irish Council on Civil Liberties, which fears undermining citizens’ freedoms, and we will most likely see Leitrim win the All-Ireland that watch the police close the bars and party mistakes in this aspect of 2020.
Even if the police had power and knocked on your door while drinking cans with your friends beaten at night, you can simply say that your home party is a wedding or a meeting at the theater.
The wedding and theatre industry, as you see, have its own flaws, opposed to the recommendation of NHEPT, I add.
Micheal Martin will have to be the romantic type. Either that, or someone from the company has a stake in Brides Of Frank Inc.
Under the new rules, if you host a wedding or a play, you can “safely” group into groups of 50.
Apparently, Covid-19 understands better those who wear a wedding dress and a monkey costume. Logic came to the back when this proposed.
Then we come to the impasse of imaginared regulations for over-70s, regulations as transparent as the San Francisco skyline in summer.
If you’ve never visited the Golden Gate City, create Clint Eastwood as the Dirty Harry who lets loose in the fog with his Array44 Magnum Smith-Wesson, the king of revolvers.
Ah Frisco. What city.
But I’m moving away from it. Let’s go back to the government’s approval recommendation for OAP.
In one aspect of his mouth, the passing government told the over-70s this week: “Restrict your movements.” On the other, he asks them to “use their own judgment if it transmits a suspension”.
Christ on a motorcycle without sunset lighting artifacts in Manhattan.
Stay home, don’t stay home. Talking on both sides of your mouth at the same time is an Irish custom.
If they allowed the game of language gymnastics at the Olympics, we would get a gold medal every time. It’s exasperating.
Why not tell the over-70s that the most productive form of infection and death is to snuggle up at home until we have a smart concept of this problem?
So the government proposed some other nonsense. If you are in a car with other people from another home, wear a mask, they advised. Crazy, like the winner of two flies crawling through a wall. It happens, but it shouldn’t.
Why not simply say that you do not enter an enclosed space, on the road or elsewhere, with someone other than your family, as long as the virus is not under control?
But of transparent and easy-to-understand sets of rules, the suffering government this week served a lot of weaker gur waffles than the p.m.
They have implemented some of their new regulations, out of equity for them.
First, you should avoid public shipping, if possible, regardless of your age.
Scientific evidence that buses, trains and trams are conduits for very spreading occasions when the virus is about to get out of control, as is the case in Ireland. Avoid it like the plague, for now.
Second, everyone paints from home, if they can. Once again, science shows that painting sites are centers of viral transmission. The workplace is one of Covid’s most productive friends. Stay away until there is a vaccine on the market.
It’s hard for some of us, I know. Under the conditions in which you have to paint on the site, the government must provide those places to make sure they are safe.
Is that going to happen? Well, the government a little on guard when the virus spreads in meat processing plants and direct origin centers, isn’t it?
Blocking fatigue is key to the job. People have had enough. It’s just human nature.
But that doesn’t mean the government has to give in to impatient laments, which put everything at risk.
The silent majority in Ireland has endured the pain over the past few months. They know what’s at stake.
And they are in a position to continue with the sacrifice, whatever the requirements. If that means preventing as we did in March to remove the virus, so be it.
The government made a desperate mistake this week. This has taken an absurd approach, Schwarzenegger as Terminator, in the face of the growing infections and developing groups of Covid-19.
Instead, the government has shown that it does not have the bullets in the nettles and takes the most complicated path.
Management is paralyzed by the concern of causing tough interests that must keep the economy open, despite the apparent health hazards of the population.
The government has also shown that it is more willing to pay attention to those for whom lockdown is a frustrating task.
A team of Irish scientists said this week that if we meditate on the virus, we’d have a Covid Zero country until Halloween. NPHET agrees.
This is the goal of the government, not the diluted flimflam that served this week.
The Russian megalomaniacal has once returned to the task – he denies any involvement his usual way – the stone face and no emotion.
You can put cigarettes in your arm and it doesn’t flinches.
Russian President Vladimir Putin’s dirty hands appear to be the poisoning of Aleksei Navalny, the guy who builds opposition to Putin’s tyranny.
Navalny, a 44-year-old lawyer, Huguy rights activist and guy at all levels, in Siberia to build his political network for the upcoming elections when he fell seriously ill on a flight back to Moscow.
His spokesman, Kira Yarmysh, wrote on Twitter: “We assume Alexei was poisoned with anything combined with his tea.
“That’s what he drank this morning.”
A video taken aboard the plane shows Navalny unconscious stretched in an ambulance waiting at the runway.
Pavel Lebedev, who posted the video online, said of Navalny: “It was at the beginning of the flight and he did not return.
“He began to feel very bad. They may just revive him a little and scream in pain.”
Navalny last night in “serious condition” at Omsk city hospital.
Putin’s in the police, quoted in state media puppet Tass, said it’s possible that Navalny simply took anything. Yes. Naturally, wondering.
Last year, after being imprisoned for 30 days through Putin for daring to protest against the electoral commission’s resolution of banning several of his candidates from running for the Moscow City Council, he was hospitalized after suffering a “severe allergic reaction.”
They were never given to the back of his illness, however, there is a strong suspicion that he poisoned.
Navalny’s star rises, Putin’s star fades. Trying to kill your main challenger will be just his prospects. Bad move.
What about dictators and moustaches? Low libido, perhaps? A ruthless father? Unsmoker mother? The 3 of us, probably.
A special Magnum PI does not compensate for a depressing life.
It just accentuates your lack of self-esteem. Trying to fill a gap in your lifestyle with a lock of hair on your nose shows how empty and rotten your lifestyle is.
If the moustache gave your life a manly meaning, you’d want to imprison and murder your detractors, wouldn’t you?
The intensity of a dictator’s inadequacies (and the roundness of his ronnie) determines the brutality of his regime.
Belarusian mustache leader Viktor Lukashenko has sported mustaches worthy of the world’s most productive autocrats in his 26 years of murder, torture and slavery for the ten million inhabitants of his country.
But the reign of the last European dictator is over. All that remains is a grizzled Adolf and a persistent disbelief among the other Belarusians for having been ruled by a middle-aged guy with a moustache for so long.
Venezuelan tyrant Nicolas Maduro is on a long list of dictators with voluminous moustaches.
This week, his heinous regime was convicted of imprisoning thousands of others as “bioterrorists” for contracting Covid-19.
His police prowl towns like San Cristobal, marking the homes of those who suspect Covid-19 is imprisoned.
Sordid concentration camps have sprung up along the border with Colombia, where upon returning to Venezuela he is arrested for “infecting the country”.
Maduro’s been here for seven years.
During this time, he presided over the collapse of the formula and the demolition of the economy.
Watch out for whiskers.
His realistic vision, told as seen from the world, is a breath of air.
And he also knows what he’s talking about, which adds to the excitement of hearing the Irish legend. It’s gold on TV.
As for the comparison with Sam The Eagle of the Muppets. Well, the eyebrows in my mind.
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