Yesterday the premier explained what it was that he had had in mind for Victoria when he asked the Parliament to allow another six months' state of emergency. One thing you could never accuse him of (at the moment) is trying to please voters or anyone. He therefore must be telling the truth when he says he thinks he hasn't any choice but to do it this way. What's with Labor politicians, don't they ever learn? Look at Kevin Rudd. Do you want to end up all alone, like him?
The management of the pandemic in Victoria has suddenly become a political issue for me, following on from phases of ennui, equilibrium and acceptance, personal terror, grief, terror but existential, all the way back to the beginning and the almost overnight disappearance of my sense of reality.
I've been watching with confusion and increasing disquiet as even the leftiest of my friends and acquaintances grow more and more quietly accepting and indeed supportive of increasingly authoritarian behaviour from the government (although they're happy to pour scorn on the police, and indeed the police are doing some really awful and ominous things - there are mobile surveillance units in Melbourne public parks ffs). The right to protest which was correctly recognised by the Left as a very important thing to protect, in May when the protests were about a progressive cause, is not regarded as worth speaking up for when the protestors are stupid and venal. Indeed it seems to be fine to see a stupid old person set upon and dragged away by ten armed cops. I am going to try to say something complicated now. The mostly very stupid, weak, confused and pathetic people who showed up at the lockdown protest on Saturday, with their incoherent and poorly designed signs bereft of the kind of witty yet sweary lines borne aloft by all the best people at all the best protests, their de trop crying and mumbling, their ridiculous conspiracy theories, those people are speaking the only language of dissent which our impoverished, unequal political culture has provided to them; they don't know how to radicalise when they have a grievance to express. But they have a legitimate grievance, and that they are protesting in kitsch doesn't make it any less genuine. Things are really bad in Victoria.
In the public conversation about how the pandemic is being managed is a sense of there being two categories of potential damage, social / economic damage and health damage, presented by manichean conservatives as alternatives to be weighed and balanced, and by technocrats in government as a false dichotomy. Of course the real false dichotomy is between these positions. Both are correct. What is missing from the damage manifest is the harm being done to the institutions of democracy, something that should matter to both sides of politics much more than it seems to, albeit for different reasons. And you know what, when I hear the Chief Health Officer saying, and the Premier parroting him, that he doesn't take a political stance on the management of a public health crisis, that's when I reach for whatever is the peaceseeker equivalent of my revolver, and also it fucking shits me to tears.
Well, I'm dismayed by the government's apparent determination to drag out as long as possible their blunt-instrument approach to containing and stopping the spread of the virus, and next to the decline and fall of Australia's progressive instincts, and the fact that my poor son may well not go back to school till some time in 2021, what cheeses me off is that the pandemic is making me fat. I've gained 7kg since this time last year - a little bit of it in a totally fine exchange of fat for muscle over summer when I really began to get confident with and enjoy weight training, but most of it dismayingly in the other direction, since May, when I could not do a daily 20km bike commute and lift heavy things four days a week, and do yoga on other days, and when I walked a lot at work and didn't sit next to the fridge all day. 7kg is a lot and I really, really don't like it, so I've gone on a diet and I am determined to get rid of it all within three months. Fuck you, Daniel Andrews, you fucking feeder!
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