Posted on 03/25/2021 6:52:46 PM PDT by Tolerance Sucks Rocks
In 2004, Boris Johnson, now the UK’s Prime Minister, famously wrote:
“If I am ever asked, on the streets of London, or in any other venue, public or private, to produce my ID card as evidence that I am who I say I am, when I have done nothing wrong and when I am simply ambling along and breathing God’s fresh air like any other freeborn Englishman, then I will take that card out of my wallet and physically eat it in the presence of whatever emanation of the state has demanded that I produce it.
"If I am incapable of consuming it whole, I will masticate the card to the point of illegibility. And if that fails, or if my teeth break with the effort, I will take out my penknife and cut it up in front of the officer concerned.”
Today, his words are different. At the same time several countries are rushing to create digital vaccine passports, Johnson has announced that pub owners and landlords can now legally demand proof of vaccination when pubs reopen next month.
The government had previously insisted that vaccine certificates would not be required domestically.
Speaking to members of parliament in the lower house liaison committee, the PM hinted that it would not be unlawful for pub owners to demand proof of vaccination from customers before they enter their premises.
“I think that that’s the kind of thing, it may be up to individual publicans, it may be up to the landlord,” Johnson responded after he was asked if proof of vaccination would be required. “I do think that the basic concept of vaccine certification should not be totally alien to us.”
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Coronavirus PING!
What a horrible place to live.
So can they keep people with AIDS and herpes out of pubs too?
He took down from the shelf a bottle of colourless liquid with a plain white label marked VICTORY GIN. It gave off a sickly, oily smell, as of Chinese rice-spirit. Winston poured out nearly a teacupful, nerved himself for a shock, and gulped it down like a dose of medicine.Instantly his face turned scarlet and the water ran out of his eyes. The stuff was like nitric acid, and moreover, in swallowing it one had the sensation of being hit on the back of the head with a rubber club. The next moment, however, the burning in his belly died down and the world began to look more cheerful.
What an excellent question.
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