The Revolution Is Not Being Televised

I’m pretty sure that the decision on ending the lockdown has already been taken, and not by governments or by medical advisors or squealing journalists or a police force who have become a dancing camp version of the East German Stasi.

Go out and look around; there are more and more cars back on the road, and more and more people walking about. It’s the kind of quiet rebellion everyone engages in without even thinking about it, the ‘I’ll just nip out for this’ rebellion.

If it carries on for many more weeks by the end it will look like those laws that told people not to copy a CD or DVD. ‘Piracy Costs,’ hard-hitting ads on the front of every video, including the ones you picked up from a Chinese woman at the local just after closing.

I remember being genuinely worried that the police would burst in when I was about about ten and a friend revealed his shitty new computer game was a pirated copy. After only one or two goes it dawned on me that stern voiceover warnings don’t actually mean anything.

People are starting to realise the same applies to ‘stay home.’

I still don’t know what’s right or wrong about the policy, and I still have an instinctive revulsion for tattlers, snitches, jobsworths, curtain-twitchers and people who phone the police about two extra people being in someone’s garden. But it’s just not sustainable, whether it’s right or wrong. People will ignore it in greater and greater numbers.

The revolution came, and like the rest of us it was bored and lonely. It didn’t throw a petrol bomb and it didn’t burn a car. It just went on an unnecessary journey.