Signs that this pandemic is really far from over, and despite the apparent certainty from all sides, there’s plenty we still aren’t sure of… Who knows what the final tally will be in India (or anywhere for that matter).
Recorded cases, and recorded deaths in India are still growing exponentially it seems.
https://www.worldometers.info/coronavirus/country/india/
Although if the analysis by fellow poster David are correct, then the true number of cases per day is at least an order of magnitude higher.
However, if the seroprevalence in India is really reaching 60% (the number that was touted by Valance and Whitty as the number we need to reach for herd immunity) then all the cities in the UK need to prepare now for another huge wave as we head into the worst possible time of year for it…
Seems all governments and lamestream mediawhores have now had the (invisible, unwritten) memo to switch to casedemics, as the actual death toll - even with heavily-massaged stats - continues to fall steadily to perennial background level in country after country.
Eventually, I suspect, we are indeed going to have to ‘take it on the chin’, and allow the normal cull-leading-to-immunity process that characterises these things to take its course naturally, ecologically; saving all those who can be saved, of course, with the already well-proven preventive and curative treatments that we have to hand, once the goddamned gics-on-the-make such as the Bellender Gates Foundation can be stopped from trashing them with lying propaganda and censorship.
The dead will still be dead of course, though most of those would have been going to die soon anyway; and reincarnation will offer its perennial compensations to them - all who are not yet ready to quit the wheel of re-birth voluntarily. Bloody tough luck on the grieving mourners, though. For that, only commiserations are appropriate (and the quiet hope that it will help them to realise eventually that the death of the individual is not really the death of the animating soul, simply its transition to the next lifetime). Cold comfort though it may appear, that’s the real deal, and it does in the end have its healing affect on grief.
I speak as one who is just about to put down one of my dearest darlings, as an act of euthanasic mercy for a life that has slipped over into being nothing much more than a geriatric burden now. I’m confident that I shall see her again, when I follow after; not too far ahead now, I surmise… 