When the final tally of the dead is made

Subject: When the final tally of the dead is made.

As the virus tsunami  hits and envelops us more and more each day, as the death toll rises exponentially the people trying to deal with it on the front line the doctors and nurses in our hospitals received last night a round of applause from the citizens right across Britain in a spontaneous thank you which must have been both rewarding and emotional for them.
And yet, despite many calls from these brave people they still have to make do with inadequate protection as they fight the virus on the wards. The call to order and receive the appropriate kit, even the simplest face masks seems to have fallen on politically deaf ears. The politicians seem to be unable to acknowledge the the dilemma the doctors and nurses are when they are asked to treat patients with the virus and continue to obfuscate and deny the facts laid in front of them from scenes in hospitals in Italy and Spain.

Instead they nominate a smooth talking public school boy, Robert Jenrick, Secretary of State for Housing to do the rounds on the media. As he bats away all the sensible questions we are asking with the resolution of Geoff Boycott at his best, we see the well oiled salesman who would never let truth get in the way of a prepared statement, never to be swayed by possibility that he is wrong, always to follow the party line, come what may.
Not a moments hesitation, not a grimace of doubtful recognition that the answer he had just given totally ignored the question he had been asked as he ploughed on with his lines like a well rehearsed actor. It's like watching an automaton, part man, part robot, programmed to do a job of work no matter how distasteful.
Who is this man Robert Jenrick  wheeled before us, the font of all knowledge, the man who knows the answers or at least has read the Parliamentary book on sticking to a story when the facts unfurling around him are plainly contradictory.
It's politics in its worse form, a corruption of what we assumed when we turned out to vote. Lies and deceit are the characteristics of the crook, the embezzler but more and more, especially under the reign of Boris Johnson as he tries a poor imitation of evoking the 'churchillian spirt', pounding the lectern with his fist, flanked by his fall guys the medical and scientific experts, he denies and then contradicts, he hides behind platitude and avoids the facts at all costs.
It's denial on a grand scale and it's message to us all is that the protagonists of firstly doing little and then reversing all previous advice and insisting, too late in the day on closing down the nations population by insisting they stay at home, that the advocates, that we delay our response and accept natural immunisation assumed to be effective when people catch the virus in what was called 'the herd' effect, have themselves succumbed to the virus.
Boris Johnson, Mat Hancock, and now Dr Whitty the chief Medical Officer have all withdrawn from daily contact with the virus. It's only a couple of weeks ago that with a collective voice they tried to minimise the problem even whilst Rome was burning around them. A lack of direction and a lack of action to obtain the supplies of a virus test kit, protective garments for doctors and nurses, ramping up the procurement of ventilators or ordering a clamp down on the movement of people, all this happened on their watch and in many ways they all will have blood on their hands when the final tally of the dead is made.