Europe is currently experiencing its “second wave” of the Wuhan Coronavirus, and a number of countries are in the process of imposing varying degrees of a new lockdown. Spain, France, and the UK have adopted particularly strict regimes.
MissPiggy sends this report of her personal experience with Coronamadness in Germany:
Yesterday I visited hairdresser’s and immediately ran afoul of the Corona regulations. First it was about not having the “right mask”. Then I was given my next instructions about going to the bathroom to wash my hands. After that I was told my hands needed to be disinfected.
I said, “I’m sorry, I just washed my hands — that should be enough.” I showed my hands, and said that I have an allergic reaction on my hands (fingertips) from all these disinfectants. So I refused, and they said, “Sorry, then we can’t serve you.”
Then they agreed to just spray the palms. So far, so good. Then I had to fill out a form with my contact information. That’s when I said, “Nope. I’ll spend my money elsewhere.” So now there’s a “mobil friseur” coming to my house on Tuesday.
As for that hairdresser’s, they can go bankrupt. The owner even said in the end that he had no understanding for people who wouldn’t comply with these measures. His reasoning was that because of people like me, there will be a second lockdown. I told him that was going to happen with or without people like me.
At one point I just asked, “What’s next, a PCR to get your hair cut?” Their response was, “No, no…” That launched a whole discussion about how this isn’t their idea, that they have to follow instructions, and they don’t want another lockdown because they barely survived the first one, etc.
I had the same conversation with a lady at the fish counter in a grocery store. I didn’t have my glasses on and she pointed at something I couldn’t see, so I leaned forward. She barked at me to stay behind the magic tape on the floor. I retorted, “If I don’t, will you call the Corona police?” She explained to me that they are also sick of it all, but they have secret shoppers from the health department checking up on them.
MissPiggy’s story brought to mind the following poem by W.H. Auden. I’ve posted it before, but it’s worth revisiting.
It was written in the 1930s, during another rapid expansion of the all-powerful socialist state:
The Unknown Citizen
By W.H. Auden
(To JS/07/M/378 This Marble Monument Is Erected by the State)
He was found by the Bureau of Statistics to be
One against whom there was no official complaint,
And all the reports on his conduct agree
That, in the modern sense of an old-fashioned word,
he was a saint,
For in everything he did he served the Greater Community.
Except for the War till the day he retired
He worked in a factory and never got fired,
But satisfied his employers, Fudge Motors Inc.
Yet he wasn’t a scab or odd in his views,
For his Union reports that he paid his dues,
(Our report on his Union shows it was sound)
And our Social Psychology workers found
That he was popular with his mates and liked a drink.
The Press are convinced that he bought a paper every day
And that his reactions to advertisements were
normal in every way.
Policies taken out in his name prove that
he was fully insured,
And his Health-card shows he was once in hospital
but left it cured.
Both Producers Research and High-Grade Living declare
He was fully sensible to the advantages
of the Installment Plan
And had everything necessary to the Modern Man,
A phonograph, a radio, a car and a frigidaire.
Our researchers into Public Opinion are content
That he held the proper opinions for he time of year;
When there was peace, he was for peace; when there
was war, he went.
He was married and added five children to the population,
Which our Eugenist says was the right number for
a parent of his generation.
And our teachers report that he never interfered
with their education.
Was he free? Was he happy? The question is absurd:
Had anything been wrong, we should certainly have heard.