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Your reporter recently got a cheery message courtesy of the lethally incompetent and lethally politicized National Health System of Great Britain.
Here it is –
Throughout the pandemic we’ve seen various mutations of COVID 19. The latest variant of concern originated in India.
This new variant is a reminder that the pandemic isn’t over. The world will need to continue taking measures to keep ourselves and our communities safe for some time to come.
For those of you whose knowledge of the Indian sub-continent consists of re-runs of Sabu movies allow me to explain that India was once the “Jewel in the Crown” of the British Empire. And, even though it won independence thanks to the efforts of that noted urine-drinker Mahatma Gandhi, it remains part of the British Commonwealth.
That’s why Indians can easily immigrate to Britain along with former colonials from Africa, Asia and the Caribbean.
This is a perfect example of that dire warning –
“If we go there, they come here.”
So, when this latest Covid variant reared its ugly head in the shit-caked sub-continent, half the population of Mumbai and Delhi packed up their begging bowls and high-tailed it to Britain.
Ever vigilant, Prime Minister Boris “I’m the laziest, dumbest douche in England” Johnson sprang into action and ordered flights from India blocked two weeks from next Tuesday.
The major airlines that brag about being concerned for passenger’s health and that they fully support BLM and LGBTQ+LMNOP and every other poison of our age, immediatelytried to add more flights from India to Britain.
To their credit (although they should have barred all flights from India immediately), all but one of the UK’s airports refused to add additional flights. The one exception was Birmingham Airport.
One look at the racial demographics of that city will explain why.
Hint: Birmingham is as British as a biryani.
If you think I am being a mean ol’ racist consider that allowing possibly infected Indians into Britain jeopardizes Indians already there. Duh.
Hey, ya want racist?
Take a gander at the Hindu Caste System. It is apartheid, segregation and eugenics on steroids. And Indians flying into the West bring the caste system with them as a carry-on.
Meanwhile… We in the West are constantly told that we must import massive numbers of “brilliant” Indian IT engineers and coders or we won’t be able screw in a lightbulb.
Anyone who has endured the sheer hell of phoning an Indian call-center or computer help-line knows how preposterous that claim is.
Lissen ta me.
These Indian “geniuses” (with massive families in tow) are brought into the West to squat in low-pay IT jobs and keep out more qualified Whites who will demand better wages from the “progressive” Robber Barons of Silicon Valley.
Lissen ta me.
Far from being a land of geniuses, India is a land of street-shitters.
Don’t believe me?
Find the TedTalks episode on youtube of the heavily disguised Indian academic who dares to tell the truth about the lack of basic hygiene in his homeland. He is heavily disguised lest those peaceable Indians cut him into pieces.
Hear him explain how Indians for all their brilliance have yet to figure out the care and feeding of an outhouse. So, excrement in its various forms – liquid, solid, steam and dust doth abound.
And that’s just the human excrement.
Don’t forget cows are sacred in India and they roam everywhere.
Ever wonder why India produces so many boys with nine legs and girls with seven arms?
Ever wonder why India is still plagued by leprosy, smallpox and well… plague?
Ya know… when your fingers, toes, arms and legs putrefy and fall off and you go blind?
I’ll tell ya why India is still home to these scourges.
Coz it’s a fuckin’ shithole.
And the denizens of this shithole are flooding into the West and the “progressive” airlines are doing everything they can to increase that flood.
India is teeming with holy men, gurus, seers and mystics. One of the current top shysters…er, I mean Sadhus is one Sadhguru. Think of him as a latter day Maharishi Mahesh Yogi – ya know, the holy snake oil salesman who entranced the Beatles, Beach Boys and half of Hollywood.
On youtube, see Sadhguru become indignant when a Westerner dares to question why India is so hygienically-challenged. He defends India’s status as an open-latrine as being glorious chaos that the Indians love.
If the Indians haven’t cleaned up their act since Buddah was a boy what makes ya think they ever will?
Hint: They won’t.
Outraged and offended Indians (and their apologists) can prove me wrong at a stroke. Forbid the Indian geniuses from leaving and put them to work solving India’s problems and healing the poor bastards afflicted with plague, smallpox and leprosy.
Seems practical and compassionate to me.
India is full of millionaires and Mensa members.
What’s stopping them?
Feel better now?
Whether Covid is real or as dangerous as claimed, as long as the West allows free movement to and from the Third World, it will be vulnerable to endless pandemics real, imagined or manufactured.
Unless our borders are closed, the entire world will become the Third World.
Or, is that the agenda?
So, how do we fix it?
The solution is simple.
I’ll let the incomparable Noel Coward have the last word.
First I made with the Covid Questions as to the how, why, who and wherefore of Covid craziness.
Now, I’ll make with the first of several answers.
Here’s one hint – it had nothing to do with medicine, science or reason. Mark my words, the telling histories of Covid 19 will be the psychological and behavioral studies. If they are ever allowed to be printed, that is.
“So, how did we get to this pretty pass?” I hear you cry.
All the third-rate minds who couldn’t cut it in the real world, work in academia, government and NGOs. One way or another we pay their exorbitant, undeserved salaries. Think of that Oxford numb-nut, Neil “We’re all gonna be dead by May 2020 but I’m too busy fucking my fat-pig married girlfriend while you’re all locked-down so I don’t give a shit” Ferguson.
And, don’t forget Whatshisname – that mentally, morally and ethically challenged Ethiopian douchebag who runs W.H.O.
They and their ilk are terrified they might lose their reputations or tenure if they admit error so they double-down on their debunked ideas and predictions.
Their minions are terrified they might lose their jobs and pensions if they stick their heads above the “official opinion parapet” so, they go along with the boss.
They become classic “Yes Men.”
Meanwhile, all the third-rate minds who put themselves forward as talking heads and pundits on TV and radio know that to get a book deal or that much coveted regular spot on CNN, MSNBC or the BBC, they must regurgitate the party line. And, most importantly, keep sheeple watching.
In high school English class, whenever we were told to submit an essay of more than two words in length, we immediately resorted to padding our work with a big fat quotation from the dictionary. Good for fifty words at least. (Hehehe.)
Jack Antonio: Sophomore 2A
Subject: Literary themes
As we ponder the question of theme in James Fenimore Cooper’s immortal tome The Last of the Mohicans, it behoves us to reflect upon what Mister Merriam Webster had to say on the subject of literary themes.
Then followed as much of the dictionary material as I dared risk sneaking by my teacher.
Therefore, in tribute to my literary criticisms of yore, I now choose to begin this essay on the theme of masks with a quotation from my main-man Merriam.
a covering for all or part of the face, worn as a disguise, or to amuse or terrify other people.
I am sure we can all agree with Merriam that masks have their time and place and have been part of the human experience for eons.
But the time and place for these Covid masks is not here and not now. As the Brits say, “They are well past their sell-by date.”
Trust me, only pea brains wear masks while driving alone in a car or walking down the street or through a park or standing online at a shop or ATM or anythefuckwhere.
Worst of all are the designer masks and worst of those are the masks that try to be funny or clever.
“Hey, you in the mask, lissen ta me now. I’m your best friend coz I’ll tell you the truth. You look like a fuckin’ jerk in that thing and your humor is tame and trite.”
TAKE THE MASK OFF
It pains me every time I see a masked adult smiling at a child only to realize the kid can’t see that smile.
The human face is the most expressive single thing in the animal kingdom. It is inhumane to deny humans access to their glorious instrument of communication.
Forget the emotional and psychological damage caused by the mask-mania, how about the health damage?
So what does Tony “I’m not a real scientist but I play one on TV” Fauci suggest?
Wear two and even three masks!
Faithful readers of this blog will remember that over a year ago I reported that the Head Chemist (Pharmacist) at the UKs top drugstore chain warned that wearing masks was counter-productive and even dangerous.
They shut him up right quick! Last I heard, he was delivering prescriptions by row boat in the Outer Hebrides.
Sure, the all-knowing, all-powerful third-rate-minds at the CDC have announced a partial lifting of the mask mandate but that is subject to review and removal at any time.
Meanwhile, much of the world is still under full face lockdown.
Don’t believe me?
Look at how many halfwits have happily embraced the mask and made it into a virtue signalling billboard,
Then there are those money-grubbing scumbags who marketed ever more ridiculous variants of the muzzle.
Oh, how we laughed while watching the movie Naked Gun when Leslie Nielsen and Priscilla Presley donned full body condoms at the height of the AIDS hysteria.
And, Daddy-O you ain’t heard a tuba wail some blues until you’ve heard it from inside a resealable baggie.
Remember that according to Merriam Webster masks are:
Take that filthy, useless rag off your face and breathe the air of health, reason and freedom.
In the first two exciting instalments of Covid Questions, I raised the vexing question of Covid test reliability and the hidden, ignored, deadly threat of tuberculosis. This time out I’d like to bring your attention to the problem of systemic government and corporate incompetence.
Okay, I admit it. I’m a curmudgeon. Correction. I’m a Covid curmudgeon. Anyone who isn’t hasn’t been paying attention.
Sure, we all make mistakes and have bad days at work. But the non-stop fuck-ups and chronic incoherence of those in charge of the Covid response frost my pumpkins.
Case in point:
Your reporter recently flew into Heathrow airport in London where the walls were covered with signs ordering arriving passengers to stay two meters apart – that’s more than six feet in old money. But, the crack, elite, Covid-security staff at Heathrow forced the arriving passengers into a line that snaked back on itself two, three and four times.
This twisted the passengers into a suffocating, huddled mass in which it was impossible to stay even two feet apart. Plus, it was impossible to breathe without inhaling another passenger’s fetid breath and exhaling my own back at them. And we were so locked for ninety excruciating minutes.
I guess the crack, elite, Covid-security staff at Heathrow didn’t get the memo about social distancing. Or, maybe they can’t read English. God knows most of them can barely speak it!
Heck, on my flights into and out of Heathrow, the airline used Covid as an excuse for not giving its customers even a bottle of water. But the airline wasn’t so worried about infection that it wouldn’t sell you one.
Meanwhile, we were packed into the flying metal tube for almost three hours breathing what we’d been warned could be recycled Covid-rich air only to have the airline make a big play of having us de-plane a few rows at a time so Covid couldn’t jump on our asses. I guess the virus slept through the flight until the landing jolted it awake and into attack mode.
I assume the pilot who flew us into England has been flying that route weekly if not daily and should have known the Covid arrival drill.
Another missed memo?
I eventually managed to escape England feeling all the while like I was escaping East Berlin in the depths of the Cold War. Leading up to my flight day, I received numerous ominous emails and texts from the airline and US and UK governments reminding me of the danger of Covid and the necessity to stay home and not travel.
In order to fly, I had to pay for an expensive test to prove that I was Covid-free. Before check-in and at check in and even while airborne, I was presented with yet another form to fill in and declaration to sign. All told I had seven separate pagesthat I had to have on my phone and/or about my person for inspection by the airline and UK and US immigration officials.
Howzat for government and corporate competence and vigilance?
Here’s more Covid craziness –
Many live-in carers and spouses who are living in close proximity to infected patients and partners are not getting infected by this “super bug” that we are told can leap tall buildings in a single bound. Remember we had been warned that Covid is so infectious we had to quarantine our groceries in special rooms for days to kill the virulent pest.
Meanwhile… didja notice they don’t even talk about gloves anymore? Hmmmnnn…
So, I was listening to an African lady doctor being interviewed on a major talk radio station.
For those of you who haven’t been paying attention, W.H.O. is the World Health Organisation of the United Nations. Along with being notoriously corrupt and inept, it’s the main purveyor of the pandemic hoax.
Anyway… this woman explained that Black African immigrants have higher rates of Covid infection and death than Whites due to “cultural factors.”
What she dared not say was those factors include all too many Blacks believing wacknoid conspiracy theories about Western medicine being part of a genocidal program perpetrated against them by evil Whitey. So, even those Blacks genuinely infected with Covid (or, anything) avoid effective health care.
Hell, Africans still consult witch doctors when plagued with pesky problems like kuru, scrofula and, uh, well… plague.
Hell, in Africa, witch doctors chop albinos into little pieces to make magic potions to cure impotence, dandruff and the heartbreak of psoriasis.
Hell, in Africa, men rape infants to cure AIDS.
If that isn’t happening then why are charities asking me to give money to stop it?
The African doctoress went on the say that many “people of color” including those of African descent work at “ground zero” of Covid – public transportation, care homes and hospitals. Then, she inadvertently spilled the beans –
“The sad truth is that the vast majority of non-White immigrants who come to the West carry latent TB.”
That was when your correspondent spat his Fruit Loops all over his radio.
When I was a kid in Brooklyn, we joked that TB stood for Twisted Balls. Now, let it be said that Twisted Balls is nothing to sneeze at. In fact, sneezing whilst afflicted with Twisted Balls must really, really smart. But that’s not the TB to which our Black lady clinician was referring. No, she meant Tuberculosis. Ya know, Tuberculosis? The world’s most infectious and deadly bronchial infection?
Now lemme think… wasn’t there something in the news recently about a super-infectious and potentially deadly bronchial infection making the rounds? Hmmmnnn… wait… it’ll come to me… oh, yeah – Covid -19.
If you have latent TB, the TB bacteria in your body are ‘asleep’. You are not ill and you cannot pass TB on to others.
However, the bacteria might ‘wake up’ many years later, making you ill with active TB.
Latent TB bacteria are more likely to wake up if you experience lifestyle stresses or other illnesses that weaken your immune system.
Uh… might working at “ground zero” of Covid count as a stressful lifestyle?
Uh… any chance Covid might weaken a person’s immune system?
But, enough about them. How ‘bout us?
If you were already battling a serious bronchial infection would you want to be driven, nursed or doctored by someone carrying the most infectious and deadly bronchial infection known to man?
Be honest now. Would ya? Huh?
Lest you think I am being a meanie to those poor folks from the Third World who are sadly afflicted with TB, I remind you that during the Great European Migration into America, White immigrants deemed physically or mentally unfit were shipped back whence they came.
Today, our governments literally invite the sick into our countries while airlines compete to see which can fly in more of the “wretched refuse.”
Hmmn… better make that “wretched andretching refuse.”
Here comes the $64,000 Covid Question
And , it’s a two-parter –
The same creeps who are pushing the official Covid narrative are those pushing for open borders and all the other outrages that will lead to The Great Replacement.
So… Hands on buzzers, contestants.
Do these creeps not know that TB is rampant in immigrants from the Third World? (In which case, they are criminally ignorant, medically incompetent and should not be allowed to dispense a single aspirin.)
Or, do they know and are eager to flood the West with millions of ticking TB time-bombs which could explode at any time causing financial ruin and widespread death?
It’s one or the other boys and girls.
Back in my misspent Brooklyn boyhood I heard this ditty –
TB or not TB?
That is the congestion.
Consumptive be done about it?
Of cough, of cough.
But not for a lung, lung time.
Funny how prescient kid’s can be.
Funny how Covid is being used to distract us from a genuine threat to our existence.
I had put my CDs and LPs in alphabetical order and was hunting for something else to fill my empty day when I decided to throw caution to the wind and send away for one of those snazzy, jet-age Covid-19 test-at-home kits. (Not available in stores.)
The kit arrived a few days later in discrete plain brown wrapper and I opened it with trembling hands
The test instructions were simple enough. I had to deep throat a Q-tip then jam said implement up each nostril and wiggle it around five times while facing West and whistling Dixie before sticking it into a small vial of magic elixir and mailing the sample back to the lab for the results.
Then I read the small print.
Mind you, this was a UK government approved Covid-19 test. The small print on the package clearly stated that a negative result did not mean I did not have Covid-19 and a positive result did not mean I did have Covid-19. But, wait, don’t touch that dial, there’s more … if perchance I got a positive result it was likely that the test had picked up a remnant of flu in my system.
Waaaiiittt one pea pickin’ minute here…
Hmmmnnn… so people are released from quarantine (or not) and allowed to fly (or not) or allowed to work (or not) based on the results of tests that the testers themselves admit are bullshit.
Pay attention in the back…
The hallowed NY Times reported that the most widely used test in the US was returning 93% false positives!
The Supreme Court of Portugal found their test was returning 97% false positives!
A major lab in California could find no Covid in thousands of supposedly positive samples.
Remember these facts the next time you are fed scare stories about a spike in Covid cases in Sweden which is (Ahem) doing just fine without lockdown.
Ya ask me these Covid cases are as phoney as a three dollar bill. They are as fake as the “derivatives” wished into being by those nice vampire-capitalists at Goldman Sachs. You remember, those “investment packages” that contained nothing but debt, were worth bupkis and nearly bankrupted us all back on 2008.
Folks, ya gotta know the real thing from the counterfeit.
As we say in Brooklyn, “Ya gotta know shit from Shinola.”
As Cole Porter said, “Is this the real turtle soup or merely the mock? Is this Granada I see or only Asbury Park?”
I’m reminded of these other plain-speaking truth-tellers.
Look, I’m no brain. I’m a regular Joe of average intelligence but I’ve got a good nose for bullshit – especially bureaucratic bullshit. And, my honker has been twitching 24/7 ever since this whole Covid thang was sprung on an unsuspecting world last year. I’ll bet many of you have equally twitchy honkers.
They say that being “politically incorrect” means that you notice things…. welp… here are some of the most spectacular examples of government and NGO happy-horseshit that I’ve noticed. Sadly, all too many of our fellows are not noticing while hungrily devouring this Covid-crap with both hands and begging for more!
Here’s a pandemic puzzle –
In the middle of what we are told is a health crisis that could destroy Britain’s National Health Service, the “oh, so woke” but “oh, so stupid” Mayor of London, Sadiq Khan wasted £1.5 million on a New Year’s Eve fireworks display. That’s two million bucks! How many crucial operations could that money have paid for? Is Khan just a dipshit or does he know this pandemic is a hoax?
Speaking of the “oh, so stupid”…
How come Prince Harry and his “keeper” chose a pandemic to clog our screens and front pages with their hard luck story of a third-rate actress who fucked her way to fame and fortune? Wasn’t that a teensy-weensy bit selfish?
Shouldn’t they be flying all over the world in private jets preaching to us about carbon emissions?
Shouldn’t they be lounging in their gated mansion with their bodyguards extolling the virtues of open borders?
If Covid was that serious would the world media drool over Saint Oprah and the pampered-pair engaging in a circle jerk of nauseating pettiness? Who cares if someone looked cross-eyed at the bitch on her wedding day? I mean, we’re all gonna die of Covid. Right?
Hey, did ya see the leaked minutes of the Pfizer stockholder meeting at which the president of Pfizer rubbed his hands with glee at the stupendous profits Pfizer will be making?
If we were actually in a life and death battle with Covid then such wartime profiteering would be illegal and all the vaccine companies would have been nationalized. The fact that they weren’t and are protected against lawsuits tells you all you need to know. If they knew no one would be harmed or die from their vaccines then what’s with the protection from being sued?
Fact of the Day
In wartime, more die from disease than from battle.
Moving armies are moving petri dishes.
We are constantly told that we must give money to eradicate Covid in the squalid migrant camps of Europe.
Come to think of it, why is Joe “Where the fuck am I?” Biden allowing Covid infected hordes including MS13 gang members, murderers and child rapists to flood across the border into an America that he insists is still in Covid-crisis?
And, don’t forget…
We are told there are new, more lethal Covid variants every day and international air travel is especially dangerous but…
Professional athletes are allowed to fly all over the world and are racking up almost as many carbon rich air-miles as Greta Thunberg and John Kerry.
ATTENTION HOUSE FLIPPERS
We are told that the fate of humanity hangs in the balance but the vaccine pimps and their bought-and-paid for stooges in governments worldwide can’t agree on the basic facts of medical science and the efficacy of their various potions. They are too busy competing and engaging in corporate and state espionage and sabotage.
There are voices of dissent but they are censored. It’s a weak argument that fears examination. It’s a worthless argument that silences the opposition.
Johns Hopkins University released a study which showed there were no excess deaths in 2020. The Covid-pushers simply moved all deaths from heart disease, flu and pneumonia into the Covid column.
The CDC released a study that showed over 90% of deaths attributed to Covid were actually due to other causes. You know, stuff like heart disease, flu and pneumonia.
Major labs have failed to find any trace of Covid in thousands of supposedly positive test samples. Their findings have been verified independently by top schools such as M.I.T. and Stanford.
W.H.O. advised that any positive test should be followed by another test because the results are so unreliable. Further, W.H.O. advised that even after a second positive test, if you feel well, you probably are.
Meanwhile, we are forever told that our Black brethren possess a deep medical-wisdom rooted in Africa that Whites can only dream of having. In fact, many Blacks believe they are superior to Whites due to their high levels of melanin – a sort of real-world vibranium.
The contradictions and outright lies in the official narrative of Covid are too numerous to list. But, what the hell, here’s one more for the road…
One year ago, I repeat, ONE YEAR AGO, I told you about the seven massive emergency hospitals built in the UK to handle the predicted overwhelming need for hospital beds.
7 specialist hospitals + 1000s of beds = 0 patients.
They were built, not used and dismantled.
They were rebuilt, not used and dismantled again.
They were rebuilt and… you get the picture!
While we are being told that the NHS is in imminent danger of collapse we get this…
For those of you who came in late, I repeat – I’m a regular Joe of average intelligence but even I can see that this mask, lockdown and vaccination regime is just the first step in a long march into technocratic dictatorship. And, as the Hollywood mogul Sam Goldwyn so brilliantly observed, “Include me out.”
Folks, the emperor has no clothes. And, in the case of Biden, the president has no brain.
They hate you. They want you dumbed-down, doped-up, docile, distracted and dependent. Better yet, they want you dead.
Me? I’m with the great American poet e.e.cummings. He put it best –
Last time out, I took the ladies on a tour of vintage how-to books plus ads in magazines and comic books to see what wisdom and good ol’ common sense was available to their grandmothers and even great-grandmothers.
Now, it’s your turn.
Believe it or not, there was a time when every boy was expected to be (and wanted to be) handy around the house and handy with his fists.
Our enemies feared this breed of boy and began a constant campaign of criticism and ridicule against all the manly virtues that had been the norm.
Several generations of sissies who mutilate their bodies and are incapable of throwing a ball, changing a lightbulb, cooking a steak or winning fair maiden’s heart.
If you are one of these suicides-in-training, I urge you to follow the advice of yesteryear and snap the fuck out of your deluded, deballed, deracinated life and fight your way back to he-man health and happiness.
If you are a mother, please raise your boys to be men not feminized mama’s boys.
If you are a woman, do yourself a favor and encourage the boys and men in your life to act like real men.
Ladies, you’ll thank me for it.
Ready, boys? Repeat after me, “Curls for the girls!“
No excuses! You’re never too young or too old to get fit.
Hey, ya wanna meet girls?
Stop playing computer games and start playing a musical instrument.
Chicks really dig drummers!
Yo, Dudes, learn to dance!
Girls love to dance and they love boys who can dance!
Don’t forget what they say about artists and models…
Remember – our enemy wants you to be dumbed-down, doped-up, docile and dependent.
Don’t be that dipshit.
Read, read and then read some more!
You are the keepers of the flame!
You are the keepers of the watch!
You must hit the bullseye every time.
You must keep your powder dry!
Even The Bambino knew…
Armed with all those skills, you will be ready for your most important duty in life – being guardian of the family and our children’s future.
While taking a break from rearranging my sock drawer and staring at the wall, I somehow stumbled across some vintage book covers and magazine ads. They seem to be from a pre-Jurassic world yet could not be more timely. I guess it’s true, “The more things change…”
It’s funny/tragic to see how straightforward and commonsensical things were “back then” and to see how much we have forgotten and can still learn from those who came before.
So grab a cup o’ Joe and stroll with me through this treasure trove of timeless advice for women.
The advice of yesteryear wasn’t just about being handy with your fists and shootin’ iron; though having a “classy chassis” and putting a tight grouping of six shots in an intruder’s torso is nothing to sneeze at. No, that advice was all about having a sound mind in a sound body.
Priceless wisdom then and even more so now and it holds double for men!
Read. Read. Read.
Read everything that’s not nailed down.
Read kitsch. Read classics.
Get off your phone.
Turn off your TV.
Men do make passes at girls who wear glasses!
Ladies, we need your feminine aspect, your wit, your wiles, your womanliness at its most natural and nurturing.
In the coming time of tribulation, we will need all of that plus we need you to be legally locked and loaded for bear!