You ask the impossible — to live with Covid-19
Disclaimer: This article has been written piece by piece over months. I’ve not been able to finish writing it because of my disabilities, but I need it to be heard. Any time I’m referring to the present, is the present of writing, so it will be a discombobulated mess. However, I think it’s important to keep it because it signifies the time it’s taken me to complete this piece of writing. Nothing changed, nothing ended, so the main theme is still highly relevant, even though the specific examples are probably out of the collective memory by now. But it doesn’t matter, I believe you’ll understand me anyways, if you want to.
Content Warnings: Depressive episodes. Capitalism. Ableism/ableist language. Death implied and otherwise.
When I told my partner today that I was going to finish writing this article “about how the government want us all dead” he thought I sounded crazy and I think I’m sounding kinda crazy. And I know it’s not the government per se, but the government are acting as lackeys for these capitalist shit-heads and it’s so internalized that capitalism is only way to live, the only way for Society to work. But still there’s enough capital in the world for us to make a Better World. There is enough food produced every single year to feed everyone on Earth, yet people go starving. We have produced enough vaccine to vaccinate everyone with two doses yet some people have got in their third doses and some haven’t even got on their first yet. And that doesn’t even have anything to do with the people who are hesitant to Vaccines. What I want to say is this: it’s a distribution problem, same as with the food situation. It is also a capitalism problem, which is a severe resource hogging problem. Let’s begin shall we:
The discombobulated introduction
The famous comorbidities, and the death toll. The mild symptoms, and the desire to go back to normal. The invisible many, who are blantantly ignored.
I am so angry and I’ve kept seething for what feels like weeks now, but it’s probably just a few days, or actually months. I’m just going to write it out, to get it out of my system, so it stops poisoning my well. As usual I’m not the only person saying this, and I am sure someone will talk much more eloquently about it than I am, yet, I need to add my part to…