Does your death trump your liberty?
Looking outside, around suppertime. Not seeing much; we’re at the point in the clock vs daylight cycle where darkness rules, long before bedtime. And when we “switch” the clock, in just over a week, the improvement will be shifted to… actually, I don’t think there’s any benefit. Not that I’m planning to wander around outside. Too dark. Too cold. Too wet. I’m a wuss, and being inside is fine with me. Hey, there’s lots to keep me distracted.
We were supposed to go to a play. Virtually, at a theatre two provinces over. Bought tickets and everything. And then, we forgot to check the calendar. Missed the show, although our financial support remains important. Depending on a public that can’t come out to play means that the members of the artistic class are hurting right now. A lot. Funny how governments are willing to throw money at millionaires, while ignoring those that actually offer us something in return.
Another provincial election, today (in BC). We’ve been warned that the returns won’t be available “right away”. In a world where everything needs to be instantaneous, the good old mark the paper ballot and then count them, one by one, seems anachronistic. Necessary, in a world where the ability to cheat through technology haunts us. This is the second province to cast their fate upon the water.
Across the country, another polemic. Public health officials warn that the pandemic is starting to “race out of control”. Meanwhile, idiots are gathering to protest their loss of personal liberty. I wonder when your own death trumps that imagined freedom.
