The Nutty Professor Unrepentant

or 'Duck and don't touch that football!' revisited

She was the darling of the pandemic bio-security theatre crowd in South Australia, her name up in lights every night of the week in a performance feted by all the critics and lapped up by all the show-goers.  She made you feel that she really was The Science, that she really believed in the veracity of ‘Covid cases’ and ‘Covid deaths’ and in the efficacy of every preposterous intervention called for in her script.  She was Professor Nicola Spurrier, Chief Public Health Officer and the lead Corona diva in my neck of the woods, the state of South Australia, but she was interchangeable with any number of her state and federal peers here and overseas.

She held absolute power over the state’s 1.8 million people to micromanage our lives and dictate our personal health choices and she is still basking in self-glory and self-justification.  In one of her recent interviews with her adoring media (the ABC, naturally), she is unperturbed by any of the past or ongoing problems arising from the state’s handling of the ‘pandemic’.  She was, she said, "very, very comfortable with our decision-making" and "I would not have done anything differently". 

Everything she did, in her view, saved from viral doom many South Australians who, mesmerised by her performance and faithfully obedient to her every word, never “experienced severe disease or having lost a loved one” as a result of the ‘pandemic’ restrictions imposed by her.  No one’s business was destroyed, no one lost their job, no one had their lives pointlessly upended.  No one died or ever got sick from Spurrier’s vaccine push.

None of these bad things ever happened, all thanks to the spell-binding Spurrier and her memorable lines.  Such as the order to only leave home once a day and not travel more than 1.5 kms when you did so.  All the three-seater benches taped off so that only two could sit on them at a time.  The mask mandates that made life hell for self-respecting and free-breathing citizens.  The virus-free eating areas where a mask was not required when sitting but had to be worn when standing up or going to the loo.  The police with tape measure in hand enforcing the density limits for shops and sporting venues.  The kilometres-long traffic queues during the ‘testing’ mania.  The quasi-religious QR sign-in ritual for contact-tracing.  The compulsory isolation and quarantine attendant on a mostly meaningless ‘positive’ PCR result, enforced by police making unannounced calls to check you hadn’t taken your diseased body out into the world like some latter-day Typhoid Mary.  The magnificently bonkers supermarket check-out Plexiglas Screen of Safety.

If there was a high-water-mark to her lunacy, it was probably her advice, delivered in all solemnity, that football crowds were, at all cost during our ‘Zero Covid’ delirium of doughnut days of no new ‘cases’, to "duck and do not touch" any errant footy that came their way over the fence at Adelaide Oval because it may have been infected with the virus from travelling Collingwood players from the plague state of Victoria (which was then in the midst of a ‘Covid outbreak’ and extension to lockdown) who had been granted a travel and ‘social distancing’ exemption in June 2021.  One of her lackeys was subsequently rolled out to say her remark had been “taken out of context” and that you could probably safely touch the footy providing you used hand sanitiser.  This ‘clarification’ was nonsense raised to the power of bat-droppings crazy.

Never did Spurrier, like her other state public health peers who found themselves suddenly thrust into unaccustomed positions of power, think about anything other than this one pathogen.  She was smitten with a wild fanaticism over a virus that is a cold for most people and a flu for some (because that is possibly all it ever was, just relabelled).  She has no idea of the carnage she caused nor does she care.  She took us on a medieval jaunt back to a world of demons and magic and incantations and superstitious rituals and witch-burnings of dissenters.  She wiped out three centuries of the Enlightenment and scientific progress and apparently she is just fine with that. The Nutty Professor, as some of her detractors called her, remains unrepentant.

Some deity or other was said to be slow to anger but quick to forgive, an admirable motto, but one which, with regards to Professor Spurrier and her endless stream of nonsensical rules and damaging edicts, I can not emulate, either side of both our graves.

There is some consolation, at least, in the fact that most South Aussies are not really listening to her anymore, including her sort-of-half-hearted advice to keep up with the latest booster.  Her power to disrupt and damage our lives has collapsed further than the Pfizer share-price, so there is some satisfaction in that.  But accountability there is none.  She is ensconced in her desk job and many of her subjects still believe that she got us through the Worst Pandemic Ever.

South Australians were royally conned by our High Priest of Covid hysteria who will not apologise either because she is genuinely blind to the damaging madness she instigated, which would be bad enough for a public health ‘expert’, or, even worse, she is masking a duplicitous desire to keep all the sciencey stupidity and social carnage she is responsible for hidden from accountability.

The latter, which she shares with the rest of the Covid ‘expert’ class, may explain why the Australian Senate have, for a third time, rejected a federal Senate motion proposing that the issue of excess mortality in Australia during the Covid vaccine rollout years be referred to a Senate committee for an investigation.  The usual suspects (Labour, the Greens, the Jacqui Lambie Network and the utterly mad former Greens’ Diversity Pick and now independent, Lydia Thorpe) voted it down with only the Good Guys (the Liberals, the Nationals, Clive Palmer’s United Australia Party, and Pauline Hanson’s One Nation), with the usually ‘progressive’ ACT independent, David Pocock, joining in, supporting it.

What’s that old saying ….. oh yes, “Nothing to fear, nothing to hide”.  The Covid criminals clearly have something to hide (the truth) – and to fear (accountability).

(Hope he’s using hand sanitiser!)