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Still the financial compensation has nullified the anguish. They pretend to care. It is not far to leave the comfort of their homes to cheer. Do they ask themselves what has bought them here, of their heroes being send into battle without amour to fight this invisible enemy. Alas, it was not the virus that starved you of those resources. It was not the virus that heralded those preceding years of austerity. It is so easy to forget, wrapped in the veil of nostalgia.
You see him as a hero that sacrificed a promise to save you, years of bountiful harvest, never mind that it was his incompetence that bought us to this place. You see him as providing you with the space that enabled you to maintain your sanity. As, always, we look at symptoms and not the causes. These great act of chivalry, he speaks as if he is a great orator but comes across as a pastiche of ghosts from the past, someone craving greatness. He speaks of war, about wrestling the beastly enemy to the ground. He pronounces that we are defeating it. It, I ask you, does it possess a consciousness? The seeds of this narrative has long been sown, after all. we played no part in this event; the beastly virus, came from nowhere and invaded or consciousness. And so, they prepare the foundations for the return to normality: the unquestioning truth. As in their wars of the past, this story will live long into the nights. It will be…
