From cheery, beery 'Corona' to butch, James Bond-type 'Covid-19'. 'My name is Covid...... Covid 19' it said, tweaking a spike and moving with effortless confidence.
And now to bring back my favourite word - Alas! Some people have gone from being coronasses to covidiots - different name, same behaviour.
It's bad enough when regular people (loosely speaking, judging from the pic of the chap below) display covidiotic behaviour, but it is quite disturbing when it comes to people who are meant to lead by example because they are responsible (and should be answerable) to the people who put them in their position of power.
First, to start with this upstanding regular Joe.
The Police came and took him home. But, 15 minutes later, Mackie moron returned, proclaiming, 'I can do whatever I want'. Turns out he couldn't, as this time he was arrested.
His lawyer must have a sense of humour (or irony) as he, Mackie moron, was the only one who turned up to Court sporting a face mask.
His lawyer also argued that he shouldn't be given a hefty fine as he was unemployed (bet that surprised you). Well, he was fined, not sure how much, but hopefully that's his cigarette money gone.
Don't know if he smokes but .... hold on a minute as I throw on my favourite jacket.
Now, moving on to the people who are meant to Govern responsibly, starting with the President of Belarus, Alexander something or the other.
His answer to avoiding coronavirus is, vodka and sauna. Yes, while the rest of the world is social distancing and self-isolating, Belarus, at the behest of its President, is on an all-inclusive holiday.
Football and Ice hockey matches have carried on regardless, with Alexander not-so-great himself playing in an ice hockey match.
The above picture was taken at one such football match. I can't help being amused at the sight of that one lone woman in the centre with a face mask.
Going by the looks of the gentlemen surrounding her, one would think she would have opted for an eye mask instead.
Anyway, what can you say when Mr President asks, 'Do you see them (coronas) flying around? I don't see them too.There are no viruses here. This is like a fridge'.
Begs the question, just how much of vodka was in the fridge and did he consume it all.
Apparently, at least 94 cases of coronavirus infections have been reported in Belarus, so obviously there are some of them flying around in the fridge.
Moving from a President to a Prime Minister.
Mr Modi, India's PM, decided to react dramatically to coronavirus and order a 14 hour curfew, followed by a lock down, without much forewarning or planning.
At the very beginning, I (and millions of others I'm sure) anticipated what was going to ensue.
So, if someone of average intelligence (I know, I flatter myself) could see it coming, why couldn't the Indian Government?
Some might say, scant thought or callous indifference towards daily wage earners and the impoverished.
Personally, I don't know what to say. I am at a loss for words when I see hoards of migrant workers rubbing shoulders, as they head back to their villages, for fear of starving if they remain in the cities.
Well done Mr. Modi. You've managed to achieve the exact opposite of social distancing, where a large part of your population is concerned.
And finally to President Trump, who has changed his mind (and the rattling two brain cells in it) so many times, most weather vanes are considering retiring.
I don't know, if like President Alexander not-so-great, he too thinks that coronas fly around but I am fed up of seeing him try out his bully boy tactics on the virus.
First, he tried to wish it away, like a miracle - from 15 to 0, he predicted. He was right in a way, except, sadly, it was more than one zero and on the wrong side of the number 1.
Then he decided to give it his own special name - Chinese virus. So much easier to bully a virus with a familiar sounding name. But that did not work either.
Watching his press briefings, you knew that things weren't going smoothly, when he got even the director of the National Institute of Allergy and Infectious diseases, Dr Fauci, behaving like a forehead slapping emoji.
On 24th March, with the petulance of a restless five year old, he recklessly suggested that he would love to have the Country opened up and just raring to go by Easter.
Mercifully, he has now conceded that it will possibly be towards the end of April, after it has hit its peak.
And on the assumption that everyone watching is a similar covidiot, he raises his little hand and draws a peak in the air.
Up and down, just like his rhetoric.
Until next time, stay safe.
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