Prisoner of Covid
the summer solstice
day 455 of coronavirus house arrest
Today, June 21st 2021, was supposed to be the end of lockdown, the day on which all Covid-19 restrictions were to have been removed and we English would be free to live normal lives again. Instead, our imprisonment stretches into the future, with a new release date set for the 19th of July, perhaps, maybe, if you can believe Prime Minister Boris Johnson, which I don’t because he’s a proven philandering, lying, cheat.
Why is lockdown set to go on and on and on when it’s all a gross perversion of the natural duties of doctors, politicians, and government officials? The whole sorry saga provides a chilling example of how a taste of almost unlimited power and prestige, wielded through secret committees, can distort the judgement of supposedly moral and intelligent people.
Those now in power justify their needlessly cruel rules, regulations and laws as necessary to help mankind at large, and specifically to protect our National Health Service. In reality they are feeding their own egos and pockets at the expense of the people.
There is no one with sufficient courage and morals to let go of the power they have stolen over us ~ besides they like it too much. They have all sat there too long for any good they have been doing. They will not likely be forgiven, if ever. The people are angry.
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
another angry day in the dungeon of my own home
Trouble Getting Out Of Bed
happiness consists of getting enough sleep
stop howling at the moon
If I remember correctly the header is a quote from R.A. Heinlein’s ‘Starship Troopers’, and reflects what it’s like to be pushed to the very limit, which I’m not, I live an almost idyllic life. I am getting my 7 hours a night, and yet lately I’ve been struggling to get out of bed in the morning. On top of that, for the first hour or so of the day I’ve been feeling groggy and listless.
That’s a very different issue to lack of sleep, and it’s called Dysania ~ trouble getting out of bed in the morning.
One reason for the feeling of just wanting to stay in bed is that there’s nothing worth getting up for. And I can’t be blamed for feeling a bit like that. Today is lockdown day 451, so for more than 16 lunar months I have been almost imprisoned at home, with nothing to do, nowhere to go, and nobody to see. All those of us who are independently wealthy, or laid off, or ‘working from home’, are entitled to have that feeling that we might as well just stay in bed. Worse when we do get up we might have the feeling that there’s nothing worth getting washed, shaved, and dressed in clean clothes for.
I have worked hard at not falling completely into that trap. I have some support, a person who I am accountable to, someone I go online with early every morning, and that ‘accountability partner’ does drag me out of bed. Another thing that gets me up and going is writing this blog, which is an almost every day thing for me. And, so help me God, I bought an Alexa which plays 70s and 80s hits every damn morning ~ until and unless I tell her to shut up.
I live in a small loft apartment, that has un-shaded skylights, so the dawn also helps me to wake up, although lately it’s still hard to get out of bed. The other thing I have is a daily plan, what’s on the agenda for today, and it does help if you know you have something you should be doing, maybe something that you really enjoy.
There’s a few damn good reasons it’s hard for me to get out of bed; anxiety, depression, stress, and poor physical fitness ~ all of which can be attributed to being locked up in solitary confinement for 451 days ~ by order of my own fucking stupid government.
But take heart, we can still be busy doing nothing.
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
it’s worth getting out of bed just to see the dawn
In a Country Churchyard
I’m not allowed to take an aeroplane to anywhere
but there are some places I can still go
At the north end of the bay the old town is now called The Headland, and it has been fortified since at least the 12th century. The last time it was attacked was on December 16th 1914, when German battle cruisers bombarded the town. Over 100 people were killed. The gun in the picture dates from Napoleonic times. The modern battery is now a museum.
The 13th century parish church of St. Hilda’s was built on the site of a 7th century monastery. It’s far too big for the size of today’s congregations.
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The old town is very peaceful now.
jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
click on the link
Monochrome Monday ~ Dystopia
are we doomed to live in the dystopian dictatorship forever?
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
international travel is banned
our borders are closed
Scenes on Sunday ~ English Spring
it’s May 12, Lockdown Day 412, and the weather is wintery
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
Tunes on Tuesday ~ Madness
Lockdown in England Day 400
It’s been more than a year in lockdown, I recently had a false positive test for COVID-19, and things are really getting to me.
This Madness song says it all.
I like the Jaguar ~ great car, drives like a truck.
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
a better Jaguar
Freedom
’emergencies’ have always been the pretext on which individual liberty has been eroded
the only casual sex allowed is phone sex
Here in England it’s Day 380 of the national coronavirus lockdown, and now that there may be some signs that some of the restrictions may be lifted in the foreseeable future, it is worth remembering just what has been taken away from us.
Just to focus on three of our inalienable rights;
- Freedom of Association. All through this lockdown we have been prohibited from meeting our friends and families. Two women sharing walk and a cup of coffee were arrested for ‘breaking the spirit of lockdown’. A lady was arrested just for being outside the care home of her elderly father. And while the Black Lives Matter ‘protests’ were allowed to go ahead, every other public gathering of more than six people was treated as a riot by our increasingly heavy handed police. Schools, Universities, and Churches have been closed, as have all other possible meeting places. Extramarital sex is out of the question unless you are part of the ‘governing elite.’
- Freedom of Movement. We have been told not to to go anywhere unless it was absolutely essential, not to leave home, not to travel more than a dozen miles from home, not to go to work unless you couldn’t possibly work from home….., and our increasingly Gestapo-like police force have happily arrested anyone seemingly breaking the rules. Airlines have been grounded, Wales and Scotland closed their borders, and do not even think about attempting to travel to the USA.
- Freedom of Trade. Apart from some ‘essential’ food stores and pharmacies, everything has been shut. Factories have been lying idle because nobody could buy anything they made. Agriculture has been badly hit because farm workers were told to stay at home, or in the case of ‘foreign casual labourers’ weren’t even allowed into the UK. And, of course, any business where people could gather together has been closed for the duration. Forget getting a pint with your mates down the pub.
Some say that losing our freedom was a necessary part of staying safe and protecting the Health Service. And that those who complained should be gagged. (Well, there goes Freedom of Speech.) All I know is that we have all lost more than just our basic liberties to combat a mild ‘flu epidemic.
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
all doors have been firmly closed
by order of some power-mad unelected officials
Lockdown Day 365
23 March 2021 ~ my birthday ~ one year of lockdown
trust me; howling at the moon doesn’t help
The British Government’s draconian response to the coronavirus crisis starts its second year today. We begin another year of lockdown. None of the numbers surrounding COVID-19 are either real and nor do they make any sense. In particular the alleged 126 thousand people who are said to have died of this virus in the United Kingdom in the last year is a completely false statistic.
There are three kinds of lies: lies, damned lies, and statistics. ~ Mark Twain
Here, as in most countries, anyone who has tested positive for the coronavirus in the 28 days before their death is deemed to have died from COVID-19, no matter the true and real cause of death. Even using the false statistics fewer than 2 in 1,000 who have caught the disease have died from it, (0.2%), and of those who have allegedly died from coronavirus, the vast majority have been over 82 years old, (which is older than the median age of death here).
A real statistic is that because of the coronavirus lockdown the UK is broke, and getting deeper into penury with every day that passes. The cost to the UK economy of this lockdown is said to be £521 million a day, ($730 million), although our government is actually borrowing a billion pounds a day, every single damn day.
And the lockdown just gets more and more severe. From next Monday, March 29th, taking a foreign holiday is illegal ~ in fact I would be fined £5,000 for just turning up at an airport. It’s like living in East Germany under the yoke of communism.
All I can do is wish myself a happy birthday ~ hoping and praying that things get better for us all very soon.
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
after we’ve been vaccinated
why do we still have to wear a mask?
Monochrome Monday ~ Alone
it’s not good to be lonely, alone, and sick
I was hoping to feel better today, not suffering so much from the symptoms of low blood pressure, and whatever the underlying cause is. Actually I do feel better, but that’s just comparing one level of distress with another. I still have no energy, I’m still pretty much confused, and I still want to throw up. We have a word; Manky, and that’s how I’m feeling this morning.
Hopefully I will get to see my own doctor today.
I’ll get through this.
The pictures are a visual expression of my mood.
It’s 6 months since I had a face-to-face conversation with anyone.
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
pretty much what lockdown for almost a year feels lke
Day 333
not everyone is insane but some are depressed
I’m not howling at the moon
I thought that I was going crazy. I was struggling to get out of bed in the morning, to keep myself and the garret clean, to find any interest in anything at all. I believed that being in solitary confinement for almost a year had given me a bad case of lockdown depression ~ the whole world is grey and meaningless kind of depression. The absence of feelings that leads to substance abuse and self harm.
The doctors don’t think that’s the case. It turns out that there is something physically wrong with me. It seems that I am sick in body, but not in mind and spirit. And, somehow that’s good. A physical illness can be treated and cured more easily and more effectively than can a mental illness.
The snag is that thus far nobody has any idea what’s wrong with me. Yesterday I had another physical and another lot of blood taken for testing. Next Friday I’m going for an MRI scan. The doctors will find out what I’m suffering from, and what kind of treatment is appropriate ~ it’s just that it’s taking a little while. But at least I’m getting all the tests they think I need.
What I know so far is that I’m not suffering from anxiety and depression ~ which is good. And, after yesterday I know that my blood pressure is fine, without medication.
So, for now, I will just get on with Life as best as I can.
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
I need to eat healthy stuff
like this
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