Alexandra Shulman, former Editor-in-Chief of Vogue, is taking the role of your new mommy. She is a brutal mommy that wants you to be penetrated by a needle and filled with a strange concoction.
According to your new mommy, if you don’t want to be vaccinated, then you want everyone to live in an eternal lockdown, because everyone needs to be vaccinated in order for the vaccine to work.
Recently, I’ve felt my life measured out in emptying coffee grounds from the day before’s pot. What’s going on today? Ah yes, the coffee pot needs cleaning out. Again.
It’s the dead hand of repetition that has floored me in Lockdown 2, the inability to shake things up and go out and find something new.
And then – ta da! – comes news that not one, but three vaccines are going to be available.
And, for those not spooked by those developed in China and Russia, there will be more. Although these can’t wipe out the virus, they will immunise against the severity of the disease just like the regular flu jab.
So we can return to a previous world, one that now seems like Shangri-La, where we can meet each other, hug our family, go to concerts and theatres, eat in restaurants, work in offices.
I had imagined that most people would feel as excited as me. There are many subjects where I may take a perverse stance – whether it’s worth spending £30 on a bottle of olive oil (actually, yes) or whether walking is the world’s dullest form of exercise (yes again).
But I thought the offer of a vaccine would be a no-brainer. What’s not to love about a discovery rooted in the world’s best pharmaceutical research that will rid us of the shackles of tier restrictions and lockdown, and put an end to the creep of fear enveloping all our lives? Surely everyone must buy into that?
Yet, as in so many things, it appears I am wrong. A thoroughly unscientific multi-generational poll shows more than 50 per cent of those I asked about this would not take the vaccine. At least, not yet. Maybe not at all.
On hearing Monday morning’s news of the success of the Oxford vaccine, I thought how wonderful it would have been to have volunteered as a guinea pig in the trial. You would have helped alter the course of history.
Yet surprising numbers of people are going in the opposite direction, waiting for a substantial number of canaries down the mine before they accept the jab.
Some are inherently anti-vax, a stance remarkably common among a wealthy, obsessively weight-conscious, New Agey crowd. I offer you Elle Macpherson, partner of anti-vax proselytiser Andrew Wakefield.
But more are just generally dubious about the safety of these rapidly developed vaccines, think they may have had Covid anyway (although they aren’t sure) or just have some other woolly objection.
Well fine, but it’s a somewhat selfish view. Vaccines are only efficient – as they were in wiping out the horrors of polio and smallpox – if they are taken up by the great majority. The scientists have done their job – now we need to do ours.
To paraphrase the immortal words of Philadelphia mayor Jim Kenney, it’s time to put on those big girl or boy pants and stick out your arms. This is not only about you.
People who refuse to go along with the demands that Jews and governments make in the name of keeping people safe from the virus are going to be labeled as bad goys and shamed into compliance.
The reality is that nothing done in the name of fighting the virus needed to be done.
We don’t need a coronavirus vaccine in order to “rid us of our shackles of tier restrictions and lockdowns,” because the virus is not responsible for anything. If people stopped testing for the virus and only looked at total deaths, no one would think that 2020 looked any worse than previous years.
Coronavirus is a hoax intended to rapidly transform society while encountering the least amount of resistance.
Anyone defending the hoax is either a soulless husk of a human or pure evil.