SIX years, virtually to the day, since political and pseudo-scientific apparatchiks around the world pressed a button far deadlier to humanity than any hammered by a Trump or a Putin. Six years, virtually to the day, since the world lost its mind. And in a plush Edinburgh restaurant, I find myself as silenced now as then.
I still shake my head at the blinded ‘wisdom’ of Covid Inquiry scientific sheep who insist ‘locking down a week earlier would have saved a million lives’. Idiots. Morons. And yes, I know they didn’t say ‘a million’ but they might as well have, for all the fanciful stupidity of the widely discredited idea.
Six whole years and it’s an authoritarian dogma that stubbornly endures. The emperor is still riding around stark naked, but no one in mainstream scientific/political authority chooses to hear the truth of it, no matter how loudly it’s shouted.
Late March, 2020. Those cash and ego-fed fools Johnson and Hancock condemning a generation of young people to a previously unimagined dystopian future; condemning a generation of our elderly and vulnerable to covert death within a murderous health/social care system.
So pathetically ironic, don’t you agree, that while our lords and masters today argue themselves blue in the face over an assisted dying Bill an entire society has already, conveniently, turned the blindest of eyes to acts of demographic genocide, with not a single person yet held to account? All those thousands of kindly administered midazolam injections. All those thousands of lonely, isolated deaths. All covered by one nation-sized blanket of silence.
And unthinkably the worst was yet to come, because those snake-bellied U-turners Whitty and Vallance (‘face masks are useless/you must ALL wear masks and stand six feet apart!’) were merely paving the way for the greatest act of murderous treachery in human history. Yes, the covid (not a) vaccine.
Late March, 2020. I lost more than 90 per cent of my businesses and within months the fascistic implementation of the jab mandates (they’re still not vaccines!) cost friendships, saw family relationships strained almost to breaking, and not inconsequentially, witnessed previously fit and healthy friends and family struck down by heart attacks, turbo cancers, rapid onset dementia, and suffer all kinds of serious auto-immune conditions (literally out of nowhere) that blight so many of them to this day.
And they all – all – had two things in common. Firstly, they were all fully jabbed, some more zealously than reluctant but obedient others, and secondly, I’ve never heard a single one of them (or their survivors’ families) appear remotely interested in questioning the possibility of the toxic mRNA injections playing a part.
That, my friends, explains in a nutshell why we will never see either accountability or justice where this mass extermination abomination is concerned. When the victims themselves are tacitly ashamed of their subjugation upon being faced with confronting their complicity in it, then submissive Orwellian outcomes are so easily understandable.
But back to my fabulously posh Edinburgh dinner. I hadn’t met these old friends since pre-covid times. He’d had a minor stroke a good few years before but had seemed well recovered the last time we played golf. She still is a super-successful business leader and was a fanatically super-fit gym bunny. No longer.
He now has a severe auto-immune diagnosis which, amongst other things, plagues him with an evolving rheumatoid arthritis his private doctors struggle either to explain or treat. Her consultants are similarly challenged by a sudden decline in general health and confusing blood-test results. It’s not the most cheerful catch-up dinner conversation, admittedly.
I didn’t clearly hear her comments that preceded a vehement reference to ‘those bloody anti-vaxxers’ but I studiously avoided looking at my wife. I would have felt the burning glare if I’d been outside in St Andrew Square. So I politely kept shtum. Like you do. Like so much of the world does.
And here we are, six years on. The damage is done, I guess, and no sharing of peer-reviewed studies, globally acknowledged data, bravely explained victim statements, will open the eyes of those who are so blind they will not see. Just don’t try blaming the blindness on their umpteenth covid booster . . .
