Nothing better than boiling frogs

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Boiled frogs is what they are Smithers,

Isn’t it wonderful watching society fall apart at the seams. Everyone is terrified, scared of their neighbours, their family and their friends.  They are wound up ready to tell the powers that be that this one or that one isn’t obeying the rules. Garda checkpoints keeping us all in check. More like east Berlin if you ask me. Each week we ratchet up the chaos a little bit more. It’s all just a little bit … a little bit of freedom lost; a short-time; it’s only a mask; it’s only a minor inconvenience; a small fine; a short jail sentence.

Every week there are calls for imposing sanctions, scaremongering, removing freedoms for a whole host of people. A nation subdued. Those that raise an eyebrow, get labelled as conspiracy theorists, extremists or even just get sacked. That’s the power of the mob, a badly informed, terrified mob. Those who swim against the tide are ostracised as weirdos and extremists. Thankfully the government isn’t affording it’s people a little bit of trust, to act responsibly.

Yet there they are, these souls with their faces covered standing divided and distanced from their communities.  With the churches closed again, the elderly isolated, sacraments unavailable in a time where death rates are likely to soar in the given pandemic. This is breaking down society nicely.

They’re  too scared. Scared to console, to come together, to offer comfort and reassurance. Too scared to offer an ounce of normality in all this chaos. And we love chaos Smithers, don’t we? It really allows us to wreak havoc in the world.   Another lockdown means more unemployment, more rents unpaid, more homelessness, more suicides, more depressions and more isolation.  And the best thing about it is that there are no sacraments.  There are no sacraments just when society needs them most to resist our dastardly plans.

The parish was always at the centre of Irish life, now churches are closed. People are afraid to stand close to one another. All of the things a community in crisis needs have been ripped away in a bid to keep them ‘safe’. In such uncertain times, we are quickly eroding humanity, fraternity and community. Soon it will be each person facing us on their own. Think of how we can play with them.

Wonderful work, Smithers. Wonderful.