Tripple A for Idiots!

So, I just finished watching 28 Weeks later. For those of you who haven't seen it, I will try to keep this a vague and spoiler-free as possible. In case you haven't seen 28 Days later either, The Rage Virus is spread just like AIDS, except that the concentration in spit is higher. Like rabies.

So, the main problem in this is the virus gets out. That's not a spoiler as it's fricken obvious. How does it get out? It gets out because the rescue opperation is run by AMERICANS. Firstly, the "Dad" guy? He has Access All Areas card, ne? So, here's a hint, I hope, should the world ever come down because of a virus, and the clean up be left to Americans, I sure hope this blog is still up, because here's some hints that the people in this film would have survived because of. If someone has AAA, give them some BASIC TRAINING. You know, BASIC. "This virus is spread via pretty much any bodily fluid. Should you be in, say a quarantine bay, with someone who might be infected, try to avoid, kissing, sex, bloodletting, biting, you know, the usual stuff. Okay, run that through, what do we not do to people who are in quarantine? No kissing, no sex, no biting, no blood-bonding, no urinolagua! Repeat back to me, Bitch!" See, pretty goddamned basic. If they don't get it, keep them out of the fucking quarantine bays!

The next big thing? Secure underground bunkers. Re-read SECURE. This means people cannot get in unless they have the basic intelligence necessary to say, enter a code, swipe a card, not eat their kith and kin. The bunker in the film was an old underground car-park. One thing that could have been done to make it more secure, would be say... locking the fucking doors? That bunker SHOULD have been impenetrable to thousands en mass of infected. As it was, the one kids' dad could just waltz in there and start chewing people's ears.

Now, should you ever find yourself a responsible citizen, drafted in to re-populate a disaster zone, where there is potential for more disaster, particularly when people get AAA without being taught the transmission rules, make sure you're up to it. People who, when locked into a SECURE (as far as they knew) bunker, run around screaming like any sensible person would do only if they where NOT in there, should not re-populate disaster areas! If you can't cope with a code red, stay at home in America!

Now, imagine your brother ran in with blood, fresh, potentially infected blood, all over his face. If you hug him, you are an idiot. Are we done now? Okay, correct procedure! Walk up to him, so you are minimum a meter away. Drop a pack of wet-wipes, a sergical gown, a lighter a can of gasoline and "Personal Hygene 101" "Nosophobia for dummies" or "the Complete Idiots guide to Not getting Infected with Blood Bourne Diseases". Turn around, let the kid undress, burn his clothes, wipe the germs of his face and put on the surgical robe away from your perverted eyes. Then teach him to read. Learn to not get Rage. Hugging is BAD.

Now, the sliiight containment failure at the end. I'm not blaming the helicopter guy. There's no way he could know. I blame the doctor woman. That child did not even KNOW he could pass it on... because the stupid hag didn't think to mention it! Idiot! If the people in this film knew what was going ON, then nothing bad would happen. Little fucktard wouldn't have gone off and had sex with French girls, make blood-brothers, joined a French Vampirists' Cult or celebrated their landing by French kissing his sister. He'd have stayed in Brittan and died like a good little shit. Or, survived like a good little shit.

So, on the off chance I survive this happening in real life, please don't suck cock at disease containment. (Also, don't suck cock. That's exchange of bodily fluid.) I don't want to watch you pittingly. If I don't survive, go ahead, why should I care?