After all, so much of "normal" has returned since the spring. In my neck of the woods, people can leave and enter the country without any sort of intense questioning or testing.
Huge pop music festivals and other cultural events are drawing boisterous throngs from around Europe and the world.
Refugees continue to pour in from the country to the east, and as far as I know, none are required to show any proof of being pecked.
Furthermore, the media has more or less fallen silent on the birdemic. Instead of running seemingly endless pieces on the pecks, masks, social distancing, peck passports, and all the rest of it, the media is now content to focus on pressing issues like where Hungarians plan to spend their summer vacations.
Against the backdrop of what I was experiencing a mere three or four months ago, it is all a rather surreal.
Be that as it may, the birdemic continues to linger. Like the stench of a rotting corpse hidden somewhere beneath the floorboards, the birdemic refuses to go away. I sense it is just a matter of time before we are back to what has become a sort of customary fear program, augmented this time around by other factors like climate change, war, high prices, supply shortages, or whatever.
Every now and then a ripple rolls across the placid surface of the media's birdemic coverage. Short articles about some minister somewhere prophesying a return to masking; a blurb or two about the infant peck program initiated in America; or the odd mention of the WHO's global birdemic treaty. Other than that, a person could easily be persuaded that the birdemic is not only over, but that it will never return.
In all honesty, I wish I could persuade myself that the birdemic is over, but I can't for the simple reason that so much of it is still ongoing. And come September or October, I suspect we'll be right back in the thick of it.
Contrary some opinions, the masses will not reject the fear and manipulation this time around. No, no -- they will likely be on board with whatever program the System serves them . . . yet again.