In an Unfree Society the Only Place for a Free Man Is Prison.
Your editor gets himself nabbed for COVID detention
Where I’m at we’re having a prohibition going on as part of our “COVID measures” so bars find it wiser to pretend they’re closed (as opposed to pretend that they’re open to serve orange juice):
Anyway about two weeks ago returning from such a “speakeasy” I got myself nabbed by the New Normal goon squads for being outside past the 10pm curfew and not wearing a mask. Albeit my real crime was violating the curfew while riding a bicycle because they don’t ever bother people “rich” enough to ride around in a car.
Since March 2020 this was the fourth time I got myself caught by the military or police for one COVID “violation” or another, but this time I couldn’t talk myself out of it, and off to detention I went.
After a stop at the police station (I rode in the jeep while one of the cops cycled my bike to the station) where I met the rest of the curfew-breaking rascals for the night, we were taken to a processing center which just happens to be a former basketball court (ball sports have been banned for over 18 months now so at least we’re getting use out of them) so we can all be socially distanced like:
There at the basketball court-detention our hosts presented us with the option to either pony up the $20 fine and go home, or for those who can afford the fine — and most can not, especially in lockdown — to hang around until morning and then take a “seminar” on serfs’ duties in times of COVID repression.
As much as I would have liked to have stayed and had more to brag about, it was more of a younger crowd at the court and I’m getting a little long in the tooth for adventures of this type, so I said my goodbyes to the police station crowd, snapped a few photos (then pretended to delete them as our hosts took issue with me documenting their hospitality), and ponied up the twenty and off I went.
With a receipt for a fine paid in my pocket, I was now immune from curfew patrols for the night, but sadly with nowhere to celebrate. The best I could do was load up on icecreams in a 7-Eleven (prohibition extends to stores) then shun taxis despite intermittent rain and take a two-hour walk home instead, basking in the freedom and the immunity provided by the $20 “license to roam”.
As I walked the empty streets at night I was of course sure to sprinkle COVID-19 all along the sidewalks as the bioterrorist that I am.
BTW “COVID measures” — what a truly Orwellian phrase. What they really are are measures for some of the world’s most corrupt politicians to demonstrate how deeply they care about COVID by punishing the poorest for there being a virus. The more you repress the populace, but especially the poor, the more you show how much you really care. Kind of like our Saturday plastic bag ban (because our politicians care about the Earth so much), except if the Saturday plastic bag ban turned back the clock on the poor for 50 years.
UPDATE — Outdoor dining for the unvaxxed second class is here:
What better way to celebrate a 50% adult vaccination rate in the city than by kicking out the unvaxxed disease vectors to eat on the sidewalk.