I sometimes amuse myself by picturing the faces of the flunkies who read these emails (I'm damn sure the people they're addressed to never read them). Do they just hit 'delete' with a supercilious smirk? Do they read them, experience a momentary cold thrill of fear, and then reassure themselves that the 'experts' advising the government must surely be on top of all this, so there's nothing to worry about? Do they laugh out loud that the plebs are questioning their masters, since they themselves sure as hell haven't taken the clot shot? Are we dealing with rank incompetence or malice? I wish I knew.
I sometimes amuse myself by picturing the faces of the flunkies who read these emails (I'm damn sure the people they're addressed to never read them). Do they just hit 'delete' with a supercilious smirk? Do they read them, experience a momentary cold thrill of fear, and then reassure themselves that the 'experts' advising the government must surely be on top of all this, so there's nothing to worry about? Do they laugh out loud that the plebs are questioning their masters, since they themselves sure as hell haven't taken the clot shot? Are we dealing with rank incompetence or malice? I wish I knew.
“Advice.”
I always loved this Australasian oddity, or maybe the term is more common to the
Commonwealth countries in general. It’s not found so much in the US with regard to government guidelines.
It used to be funny. Now it makes me gag. “Advice.”
Let’s be clear. That’s the last thing it is.