The problem with allowing unelected officious little totalitarians a little bit of power, is that they get a taste for it.
Sir Patrick Vallance has called on Boris Johnson to go ‘hard and early’ with Covid restrictions at the first sign of infections rebounding in the UK.
England’s chief scientific adviser warned today that Britain remained in a ‘very uncertain phase’ of the pandemic, despite Covid cases falling for four days in a row.
He suggested that the Government’s winter Plan B — which includes compulsory masks, working from home and vaccine passports — should not be taken off the table yet.
Firstly, there is no pandemic. What pandemic there was ceased over a year ago. What we have now is endemic, which means that we live with it in the same way that we live with flu. We do not need ridiculous over reactions such as masks and destroying the economy to do this. None of these measures work. While there was perhaps an excuse eighteen months ago, now there is enough evidence to tell us that the whole thing was a waste of time, effort and money. Lockdowns don’t work and masks don’t work.
No one voted for Vallance. No one. Yet this puffed up poltroon is still trying to adversely affect our lives with his obsessive control freakery and gaslighting. It’s time he was put back in his box, frankly.
But ministers have so far held their nerve…
Well it’s about bloody time.
In another article, this vile creature is telling us what to eat.
Tackling the climate crisis could be as simple as eating less meat and not flying so often, according to the Government’s chief scientific adviser.
Sir Patrick Vallance said the planet cannot rely on a ‘magic’ technology to solve the climate crisis.
I do not take dietary advice from jumped-up jackanapes like Vallance. I’ll eat what I damned well want to eat and Patrick Vallance can do one.
I would love to see “Climate Crisis” defined. What part of the climate continuing to be perfectly normal, after three decades of failed dire predictions, constitutes a crisis?
An excellent question to which the answer has always been *crickets*.
Definitely not Liberty Vallance then?
But maybe the solution is there somewhere.
Well, yes, perhaps we need a resurrection of John Wayne.
Up yours, Vallance. I haven’t been on a plane since 1979, because I can’t bloody afford it. Meanwhile 30,000 people are about to fly into my city, buggering daily life up for hundreds of thousands – again – to hold a pointless conference that they’d tell anyone else to have on Zoom.
What an utter bellend.
I haven’t been on a plane since I decided to retire from my railway work nearly two years ago. The experience is so dreadful, I have no plans to fly again.
What i consume is my business no one elses.
The last time I went on a plane was 2010. I worked for a German company that threw a party on their 100 year anniversary. Just about all the flying that I did before then was work related. Presumably helping to keep the wheels of industry turning was harming the environment too.
Judging by the fact the ‘remainder section’ in every supermarket I frequent can always be guaranteed to have vegetarian and vegan items on it, no matter what, he’s onto a loser…
Surely going ‘hard and early’ has been the source of many problems for Boris with the wide range of women in his life.