And So It Continues…Or Does It?

As the year draws to a close, and the Christmas shopping gets more frantic, I would like to say a few words of my own, to anyone who cares to listen.

The Covid insanity is still in full flow. We are now on vaccine number three, government is threatening yet more restrictions, even imprisonment in some places (namely, Austria). If, at this point, you are not yet at least starting to wonder why the narratives (and there are many) make no sense, and if it’s possible another agenda is at play as many are saying then I have to ask a question. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU???

ASK the question WHY, if lockdowns, masks, distancing, etc worked, we are here now?

WHY if the vaccines worked at all, are boosters necessary already? WHY is your personal health any of anybody else’s fucking business? WHY is nobody asking who exactly is testing , counting and identifying every case of COVID-19 to discover these fucking variants, apparently overnight? ASK since when does the UK government give a fuck about the NHS? Have you forgotten the queueing ambulances? Packed corridors full of people dying through lack of available beds, staff, funding? Operations cancelled? The NHS collapses into chaos every single winter, or have you forgotten this too?

ASK the families of the 17 million people who died from the effects of pollution in 2017 in the UK alone how much the government cares. ASK the friends of the homeless who have literally died on the streets how much government cares. They won’t even give them a fucking roof and food! ASK the families and friends of the people who died because of cruel government sanctions, cuts to an already below – subsistence allowance, and left them to starve and freeze to death, how much they cared?

ASK why, every single narrative has matched the goals (even the language is the same) as declared by every country that was a signatory of AGENDA 21, now AGENDA 30, which, by the way is over 130. ASK why your media says nothing, censors anything that may educate or inform you in any way. ASK why you are living in an echo chamber with all dissent or questioning ridiculed. I could continue in this vein for some time, but I won’t.

If you still believe that suddenly they care so much they have to lock us up, destroy our patheticly low paid, miserable debt-ridden livelihoods and forcibly stick shit in us regardless of our personal choice , it’s to ‘protect’ US?


READ the history books. DO the research. STOP watching the television. STOP listening to them and live your lives while you can. WAKE THE FUCK UP because you are going to get us all killed if you don’t.

Rant over. If I’ve offended you, good. Maybe you’ll listen, maybe you won’t, although thats if you’re even allowed to see it…feel free to research that too. Maybe learn about framing and narratives in media while you’re at it. In the meantime, I would like to wish you all the very best Christmas you can have, and many blessings for the New Year.


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RIP Humanity

A couple of years ago, my hair stopped growing. Next it got thinner and thinner before falling out in patches, which became so bad I was left with no choice but to shave what little was left. Now, to open the front door, or leave the house I put on a clever little piece of material called a cancer cap and/or a hat. I do this because I feel ugly, and ashamed – I had my ears pinned as a child and have hated the abnormal shape of them ever since, so I don’t make a ‘beautiful baldie’ and I sure as hell don’t feel like one. I won’t even look at myself in a mirror because I can’t bear the distress it causes me. I can’t bear to see what I am – a freak. Every day is an exercise in humiliation, every time I have to leave the house, or answer the door. The worst thing, is the deliberate invisibility. The people who stare but won’t make eye contact. The people who move away from me in the queue at the supermarket. The people who pretend not to see me as they turn away. The people who will never even acknowledge that they see a problem, much less ask why, and I don’t just mean strangers – I mean everybody. To this day, ONE person has spoken to me about it, a cousin, once. No person has asked why it has happened. No person has asked how I feel about it, or how it affects my emotional health. No family member, other than two of my children, says, or has said a word about it. If I say something about it, my words are skipped over, subject over, unacknowledged and undiscussed. My heart breaks, over and over as I remain silent, trapped in a very public private hell because nobody wants to listen or even acknowledge my obvious pain – it is hardly a hidden condition. Nobody wants to talk, because nobody wants to look at the freak show in front of them. You think you feel uncomfortable? Stand in my shoes.

If I had cancer (I don’t) or Parkinsons, or some other fashionable disease, I would hear how ‘brave’ I am, told to ‘fight’, and ‘be strong’. You wanna know what I think to that? I think you’re a bunch of fucking hypocrites. Every last one. Because I don’t have a terminal illness, there IS no physical cause, and this may or may not be permanent, who knows? It is too late for any bullshit sympathy, too late for platitudes, too late for you to pretend you cared, too late to pretend that there is anything resembling kindness or compassion left in anybody. It may not be the worst thing in the world, indeed there are many far worse off than me, traumatised, agonised people screaming out to be heard. You may refuse to see what cannot be hidden but with your silence you perpetuate that which causes it. If my experience is any measure, then may God have mercy. Covid didn’t kill humanity – it’s already dead.