Last year it was the war against global warming which brought out the imitative marchers. This year it’s been the war against the coronavirus. More recently our feeble-minded wets, in tedious copycat fashion we’re all so wearingly bored with, marched in a war against racism, marching against the virus not being something they had a foreign example to emulate.
With all of these war analogies the most applicable is the phoney war, the term applied to the lengthy standoff “you go first” period between Britain and Germany, after the 1939 declaration of war. But as we know, eventually the fireworks started.
Currently in New Zealand we’re at a phoney war stage but very soon, all hell will break loose when the realisation sinks in of the true damage our ill-considered destructive and as always, copycat approach to handling the virus has caused. My pick is an initial unemployment of circa 300,000 which, with its economic contagious nature, will rise to 500,000 within 6 months.
So next year world-wide it will be marching against unemployment and our saturated set will be out parading again with as always, the idiotic token half-witted hakas featuring. As with all such futilities these marches will not make an iota of difference to anything.
By the end of 2021, again following foreign leads, it will be marching against the rich. When that happens I hope the marcher losers spare a thought for the tiresome task the rich have every morning, raking up the $100 bills raining down on their homes each night. After all, how else could they be in a comfortable financial position if that wasn’t the case?