Do you know what I’d like for the New Year? Just to be able to go back to my local pub and sink a quiet pint without having to think beforehand whether I am breaking any covid restrictions or infringing any social distancing rules.
And who do I blame for preventing me?
Not the government, not the scientific advisors, not the health experts. No, my ire is directed fair and squarely at all the fart-in-their-trousers anti-vaxxers who by their own selfish actions are restricting everyone else’s freedoms.
While I sympathise with those who cannot have the vaccine for health reasons, I have no time for the misguided libertarians, who believe they are upholding the principle of freedom of choice by not getting vaccinated but who, in reality, are simply following a self-interested political agenda. Personal liberty stands or falls as a community, not through anti-authoritarian individuals spouting dangerous, ill-informed conspiracy theories.
So, until the hallowed day when everyone can walk into a pub again without having to wear a face-mask; without having to worry about whether it is table-service only; or whether they are the requisite six feet away from their nearest neighbour, I will continue to drink at home, alone, in my underpants.
Päntsdrunk not Fart-in-my-Trousers.
© Beery Sue
Beery Sue examines her smalls for signs of anti-vaxxers.