I just got back from the shops somewhere in Melbourne, on day one of yet another lockdown.
The shelves were full, there were about the standard number of people in the shopping centre and cars in the parking lot. There were no queues. In other words, it was a normal Friday afternoon shop.
Being a sample of one, there is a possibility that I am misrepresenting things, especially as I have not bothered to cross reference the experience of other Melburnians, but allow me to extrapolate.
This stands in stark contrast to last year when the lockdowns were first introduced. I saw empty shelves, long queues, full carparks and genuine fear in the eyes of strangers. Nationally, foreign fatties were fighting over toilet paper and Aussies were yelling at Chinese people.
Normies are normies for two reasons:
- They are too scared to face reality.
- They have never faced a crisis great enough to cause them to face reality.
The panic buying in the wake of the first lockdowns was just such a crisis which woke many normies from their slumber. It tore a bright red scar across the space time continuum which holds the fragile Milky Way together, a scar which spewed forth demons, forcing normies to decide whether to stand on the side of order or chaos.
Sadly, the warp has closed, the portal to hell is shut and the lockdowns have become utterly common, at least in Melbourne.
This is scary, not in a scary scary kind of way (I only fear God) just more of a weird scary kind of way. Like facemasks, lockdowns have now been normalised for many Australians. Australian governments can now get away with locking down entire cities with minimal disruption, let alone opposition.
You can guarantee that lockdowns are now, as we have repeatedly pointed out, a permanent feature of our lives. They won’t end when ‘everybody gets vaccinated’.
They’ll end in death camps.
