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My parents refuse to let me tell them about how the world is ending: the high end stores in NYC are boarded up, and people are lying on the bitumen-laid bridge in Portland in peaceful protest, and people in police uniform are shooting on the citizenry they have sworn to protect. The world is an anagram of what the human race should be, in the Year 2020.

The most vulnerable are being attacked. It’s like that film with Demi Moore. Everything is everywhere. We are shut down and shot down and locked down and shut up. And the consequences of our careless choices are all around us: we are being riddled with them. The joke is on us.

My friend told me 9 weeks ago that the trains going past the hinterland towns, stacked with n+1 new military vehicles being sent to the cities, were being made ready to distribute essential equipment for people during the coronavirus crisis. But there’s been shortfalls and shortchanging and shortages of protective equipment in the healthcare industry. Yet there seems to be no shortage of military gear and body armour for the security forces. And all of a sudden, the streets are full of not so random violence.

Are we being prepped for something now that can’t be spun? Something propaganda cannot cover? An outcome that even conspiracy theory failed to predict, or game?

Somewhere in the past few weeks, a line was crossed and something was shot down in plain sight, and buried, as if it had no name.