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Tuesday, 24th March 2020
I suppose everyone starting a blog in the Coronavirus year (2020) will call it A Journal of the Plague Year in imitation of or hommage to Daniel Defoe's novel. And, of course, they will all have read it. Well I haven't, but I promise to do so if I survive the virus which is presently sweeping the world.
Tuesday, 24th March – 10am
I am puzzled by viruses. I don't really know what they are, and, especially, I know nothing about what they look like, how they behave or why. It seems to me that you need to know these things if you want to fight against them. Going the vaccination route is one way, but another, surely, is to get to know the formation, behaviour and habits of the virus. Catch it sleeping, for example, and surely it is easier to deal with. But if we show no interest in its habits, we are unlikely to be able to deal with it at all. If it turns out, as I'm sure it will, that the virus likes to take it easy in the afternoon, put its feet up after a frantic morning infecting people, have a nice cup of tea and a digestive and maybe put in forty winks before girding up its loins for an evening's death and destruction. If we don't take advantage of that to destroy it, then we're not really using our brains about this, are we? Nearly everything in Creation takes a rest, or sleeps, or has a bit of down-time. Everything goes in phases, a busy time, an easy time. Why should the virus be different? All this rushing around in laboratories pretending they are doing something that's very difficult seems to ignore this more obvious and direct approach.
And another thing. This virus obviously likes to sneak about invisibly. This needs to be tackled. We can't just go along with it. That is to be complicit. Surely what we need to do is challenge it face on. If it wants to be microscopic, we have to insist on making it bigger. Much bigger. Let the scientists tackle that. Bloat it. Feed it carohydrates and give it a regime of no exercise and watching Netflix from the sofa. That will soon make it both visible and a sitting duck. You see scientists always take the wrong line. They start by accepting the virus as it is. Big mistake. You need to challenge it in its very nature to get at it properly. So, don't accept its microscopic nature. Put all your effort into making it big. Very big. Visible even. Then it doesn't stand a chance. Don't try to kill it and make a vaccine against it, taking chemical leaps and maufacturing stuff which you then test on beagles. Just make it big. Then, when we can see it, we can kill it easily. The Americans may be on to something, you know. When they are frightened by something, or confronted by something they do not understand, they rush out and buy another gun. The only problem here is that the virus is invisible. So let's change that, make it visible by feeding it massively on McDonalds and coke and keeping it in a house, and when it is spotted sitting on a sofa, blast it to kingdom come.
Tuesday 24th March – 11am
Another way to tackle this is to establish what it doesn't like. We know that it doesn't like soap and water. So what's the problem? Get those huge transport planes and bomb the whole country with soapy water. Wipe it out in one go. It's obvious, but people are scared to say it.
Tuesday 24th March – Noon
And then there's the simple business of what it eats. It can't be possible that it doesn't eat. It must eat something. Everything does to live. So what does it eat? Whatever it is, we need to starve it of that. So, if it's Kentuky Fried Chicken, we have to ban that for a while and starve the thing out. You can be sure it will come out into the open after a few days of no KFC. Then hit it with the soap. I don't know why scientists and politicians make such a fuss about this, claiming we need months and months to work on a vaccine. It's obvious. Get the soap guns out. Blast it.
I suppose everyone starting a blog in the Coronavirus year (2020) will call it A Journal of the Plague Year in imitation of or hommage to Daniel Defoe's novel. And, of course, they will all have read it. Well I haven't, but I promise to do so if I survive the virus which is presently sweeping the world.
Tuesday, 24th March – 10am
I am puzzled by viruses. I don't really know what they are, and, especially, I know nothing about what they look like, how they behave or why. It seems to me that you need to know these things if you want to fight against them. Going the vaccination route is one way, but another, surely, is to get to know the formation, behaviour and habits of the virus. Catch it sleeping, for example, and surely it is easier to deal with. But if we show no interest in its habits, we are unlikely to be able to deal with it at all. If it turns out, as I'm sure it will, that the virus likes to take it easy in the afternoon, put its feet up after a frantic morning infecting people, have a nice cup of tea and a digestive and maybe put in forty winks before girding up its loins for an evening's death and destruction. If we don't take advantage of that to destroy it, then we're not really using our brains about this, are we? Nearly everything in Creation takes a rest, or sleeps, or has a bit of down-time. Everything goes in phases, a busy time, an easy time. Why should the virus be different? All this rushing around in laboratories pretending they are doing something that's very difficult seems to ignore this more obvious and direct approach.
And another thing. This virus obviously likes to sneak about invisibly. This needs to be tackled. We can't just go along with it. That is to be complicit. Surely what we need to do is challenge it face on. If it wants to be microscopic, we have to insist on making it bigger. Much bigger. Let the scientists tackle that. Bloat it. Feed it carohydrates and give it a regime of no exercise and watching Netflix from the sofa. That will soon make it both visible and a sitting duck. You see scientists always take the wrong line. They start by accepting the virus as it is. Big mistake. You need to challenge it in its very nature to get at it properly. So, don't accept its microscopic nature. Put all your effort into making it big. Very big. Visible even. Then it doesn't stand a chance. Don't try to kill it and make a vaccine against it, taking chemical leaps and maufacturing stuff which you then test on beagles. Just make it big. Then, when we can see it, we can kill it easily. The Americans may be on to something, you know. When they are frightened by something, or confronted by something they do not understand, they rush out and buy another gun. The only problem here is that the virus is invisible. So let's change that, make it visible by feeding it massively on McDonalds and coke and keeping it in a house, and when it is spotted sitting on a sofa, blast it to kingdom come.
Tuesday 24th March – 11am
Another way to tackle this is to establish what it doesn't like. We know that it doesn't like soap and water. So what's the problem? Get those huge transport planes and bomb the whole country with soapy water. Wipe it out in one go. It's obvious, but people are scared to say it.
Tuesday 24th March – Noon
And then there's the simple business of what it eats. It can't be possible that it doesn't eat. It must eat something. Everything does to live. So what does it eat? Whatever it is, we need to starve it of that. So, if it's Kentuky Fried Chicken, we have to ban that for a while and starve the thing out. You can be sure it will come out into the open after a few days of no KFC. Then hit it with the soap. I don't know why scientists and politicians make such a fuss about this, claiming we need months and months to work on a vaccine. It's obvious. Get the soap guns out. Blast it.
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