We are just at about the 5-year anniversary of lockdowns. In the Bay Area, where I lived at the time that Covid took over the hysterical media’s every utterance, lockdowns went into effect on March 16, 2020. The official line now is that lockdowns in California and the Bay Area continued until mid-May. The reality is they went on much longer.

Public schools were closed until September 2021.

Playgrounds in San Francisco were closed until October 2020. Let that sink in. Outdoor playgrounds were closed for 7 months. Once opened, they closed again, then reopened. While open (in the beginning) these were the rules: you could only stay for 1/2 hour, no eating, no drinking water (because 2-year-olds would need to remove their masks to do so), line up for the activities/climbing structures, kids (toddlers!) always 6 feet apart, if your child cries you have to leave (they might spew droplets and Covid). Sounds like fun, right?

Basketball hoops were boarded over and stayed that way for well over a year. Some longer because they were just forgotten about.

Skate ramps at skate parks were filled with sand.

Restaurants didn’t open until September 30. They’d open, then close again, then open again, at the whim of the red/orange/green system implemented by the city’s public health bureaucrats.

Once the city’s parks opened, people were forced to sit in chalk circles to maintain distancing.

It was truly the dumbest time.

I could go on. But I won’t.

Along with all of these constantly changing ridiculous rules, the citizens of San Francisco were encouraged to rat out their neighbors through a special 311 hotline set up for precisely that purpose. See something say something 2020 version had all the virtue-signaling and intrigue of 2001’s launch campaign, but this time people were encouraged to turn in their friends and neighbors rather than suspected terrorists.