In a world perched on the brink of self-annihilation, where solace is found in the sweet embrace of ice cream and Netflix, we’re caught in a peculiar dance of political propaganda and questionable decision-making. “I scream, you scream, we all watch Netflix with ice cream” has become the anthem for a future that raises more eyebrows than hopes.

Enter the mRNA vaccine, a technological marvel hailed as humanity’s savior. Behind the scenes, experts play a game of genetic roulette, fully aware of the life-altering effects and potential dangers lurking in this newfangled technology. All in the name of protecting the older population, we witness a moral society swerving off course, guided not by the wisdom of Captain Robert Salmond RN in 1852 but by the erratic decisions of a politically irresponsible journalist.

Captain Salmond, commanding the Birkenhead, faced an uncharted rock near the Cape of Good Hope. In a moment of crisis, he exemplified true leadership. Surviving soldiers followed orders diligently, with women and children safely tucked away in a cutter. The haunting silence aboard was broken only by the kicking of horses and Salmond’s resolute commands. “Women and children first” echoed through the chaos, immortalized by his courage, notably during the Titanic disaster.

Fast forward to today, and we find ourselves in a different crisis – a journalist at the helm of an ice cream van at the foot of the popular tourist destination for the blind, Barnard Castle, weaving a narrative around the new mRNA vaccine era. The only complaint from the opposition is there should be more, MORE… ice cream. The risks are known, yet they are overshadowed by tantalizing offers for unsuspecting children. Free ice creams, McDonald’s treats, and even educational goodies from universities, all designed to entice them into taking an untested vaccine that, from day one, held no promise of stopping the virus’s spread. Storm troopers are now employed in the defense of the realm.

As we question the sanity of risking the future of the human race for the sake of what seems like a dubious cause, we must wonder: Are we witnessing the Birkenhead moment of our time, or are we just being handed a melting cone of political irresponsibility with a side of propaganda? The answer remains elusive, much like the hope that a scoop of ice cream and a Netflix binge can truly mask the reality of our precarious situation.