You know how it is. You’re in the supermarket or the park or your car and you spot some stupid fuckin’ jackass wearing a mask.
You want to beat them to a bloody pulp.
But, alas, you don’t.
You sigh. You give thanks. You move on.
You despair.
And with the imbecile in the White House totally controlled by a certain group of rootless cosmopolitans who stand to profit from Covid mania, I fear we will be seeing these masked morons in our midst for the rest of our lives.
This post was a meditation on the ridiculous Covid mask mandates. And with some parents demanding the re-institution of masks in schools and the New York Times calling for masks in perpetuity for all, it has never been more timely.
For those of you who came in late, since President “I’m the dumbest fuck in the room” Biden extended the phony Covid emergency for another three months, I revisited my old posts on the subject. And, I was blown away by how prophetic I was and by how accurate my takes remain.
Nostradamus can kiss my ass!
Here’s a link to a prescient post about the “accuracy” of home test kits.
I know it hurts to relive past mistakes and catastrophes. And Covid is maybe the biggest of all time – second only to Casey Stengel not starting Whitey Ford in Game One of the 1960 World Series. (Let’s not go there.) But we gotta force ourselves to look and learn and then to act with extreme prejudice against those who perpetrated the hoax.
Ya gotta look in the mirror.
Here’s a link to my post about the way we allowed a bunch of third rate technocrats take over the world. It’s not a pretty picture and we should be ashamed of ourselves. I am. I called it –
I’m happy to report that my first Covid repost got lots of “thumbs up” and won me a handful of new followers. Could it be that scales are finally starting to fall from some eyes? Like the man said, ” You can fool some of the people some of the time…”
As promised, here is a link to the second of my reposts on the Covid hoax. I called this one –
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.)
For example:
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.
Yeah, yeah, Chingachgook, I know now that Merriam Webster was two guys but I was sixteen then so gimme a break. If you’re so smart, you write the fuckin’ essay!
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.
MASK
/mask/
Noun
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.
TO DISGUISE
TO AMUSE
TO TERRIFY
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
Children especially little children must see faces especially faces of adults and most especially faces of adult strangers in order to learn how to read faces for signs of safety or danger.
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.
The subtlety of meaning and mood that can be conveyed by the lifting of an eyebrow or the pursing of a lip is a wonder to behold and it is a crime that these miracles of expression have been censored from daily life for more than a year.
Forget the emotional and psychological damage caused by the mask-mania, how about the health damage?
Dentists report that wearing masks is causing a marked increase in tooth decay and gum disease.
Dermatologists report a marked increase in serious skin infections.
Pulmonologists report a marked increase in deadly pulmonary infections including pneumonia.
So what does Tony “I’m not a real scientist but I play one on TV” Fauci suggest?
Wear two and even three masks!
PURE GENIUS
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.
Watch and see how many sheeple continue to wear masks begging to be abused just as all good masochists beg for the lash.
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.
Convenient while eating shit with both hands.
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.
Honestly, can you imagine anyone being that stupid?
Welp…
You heard of the boy in the bubble? Meet the band in the bubbles.
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:
TO DISGUISE
TO AMUSE
TO TERRIFY
Don’t let them terrify you!
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.
Call me old fashioned but I can’t stand it when anyone (especially anyone in authority) isn’t good at their job.
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.
Imagine Heathrow twice this crowded!
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.
We got off lucky. There are regular reports of passengers being so scrunched for two and even three hours.
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.
So, dehydration at 35,000’ isn’t a health risk, I guess.
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.
That didn’t stop Captain Fuckwit from announcing totally incorrect info about the rules of quarantine in the UK.
Howzat happen?
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.
I was warned again and again of the dire consequences that awaited me if I flouted the rules.
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.
When I arrived in the US, my papers were barely glanced at, not checked, not scanned, not kept and I was waved through.God bless America!
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.
But, living with an infected person? No problemo.
Meanwhile… didja notice they don’t even talk about gloves anymore? Hmmmnnn…
Enough with the questions already.
Stay tuned coz next time out your reporter will offer the first of his Covid Answers. Sure to amaze and offend.
So, I was listening to an African lady doctor being interviewed on a major talk radio station.
This gal is a world-renowned expert on infectious disease and works for W.H.O.
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.
And you thought I was joshin’ ya.
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.
“Whoa, whoa, rewind – WHATTHEFUCK???!!!”
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?
Yeah, that TB.
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.
Curious to a fault, your intrepid reporter felt compelled to consult his well-thumbed copies of Gray’s Anatomy and Funk & Wagnalls dictionary plus official government websites where he learned this –
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.
White criminals, lunatics and those with TB were (Quite rightly) kicked the fuck out no matter how old they were.
The ships that had allowed sick Whites to board were hit with heavy fines. So much for give us your tired, your poor…
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.
Richmond Park, London… Central Park, eat your heart out!
London has many wonderful parks; some so large they are home to herds of cattle and deer! The parks in my ‘hood were royal hunting grounds in medieval London and are still surprisingly woodsy. For many years, I’ve used them for occasional long walks but, during lockdown, I’ve made them my daily haunts.
My ‘hood in days of olde.
“Haunts” is the perfect word because, as the lockdown continues and my boredom and anxiety deepen, I am not so much walking as haunting the same well-trodden paths day after day. And, I encounter familiar masked faces doing the same. We are so many woodland ghosts sharing glances of grim determination and forced friendliness as we carefully pass each other. Actually, I let them carefully pass me. I plow ahead as in normal times – refusing to make flamboyant gestures of “giving way” or to take drastic action to avoid breaking the two-meter social-distancing rule.
I shudder as my fellow citizens scurry into thick brambles to avoid coming anywhere near me.
I shudder as parents grab their children out of the path of the approaching leper – me!
I shudder as women grab their dogs into their arms lest the animal approach the gloveless scofflaw.
I shudder as masked and gloved couples hide behind a tree until the crazy, maskless man passes.
Who was that maskless man?
It’s the terror in their eyes that makes me shudder and makes me furious. They are my enemies – members of the 84% of the British public that want this insane lockdown to continue.
Of course, there are many in that number easily dismissed as low I.Q. slugs quite happy to lay about with the state bracing them up. (Uh… better make that the taxpayer doing the bracing-up.) And, hey, there might be some otherwise intelligent folk in the 84% who are enjoying the forced curtailment of their liberty. (Maybe they hated going into the office. Or, love playing with their kids.)
But, I can see in the eyes of my fellow woodland ghosts that they are just gutless wonders who fear. Fear the state. Fear their neighbors. Fear the future. Fear death. Fear life.
They are the obedient wage slaves, consumers and pawns coveted by technocratic dictators who plot our dystopian future on their desktops and slide rules.
It’s the timid couples I pass in the woods who make me angriest. I imagine their hushed, fervent pillow-talk plans to clap even louder next Thursday night for the NHS and start a collection for the rape-ugees who land daily on Britain’s beaches from the Calais jungle in France. Invariably, these couples are not only masked but masked to the max. No cheap paper masks or basic medical face coverings for them. No. They wear space-age contraptions with multiple fail-safe straps and vents. In the middle of the woods!
My neighbors gone A-Maying,
I guess they missed the memo that no two “experts” can agree if masks are even worthwhile. And, the “experts” to whom they grovel have admitted that they invented the two-meter rule with no scientific backing. And, those same “experts” say that Covid-19 droplets don’t travel or live in air for as long as they had claimed. And, the virus doesn’t survive on surfaces for as long as they had warned either.
Remember all those medical horror-hype stories of Covid-19 droplets traveling 22 feet and living longer than Methuselah? Well, you can forget that. Oh, this just in, now the “experts” say that you don’t have to wipe down your groceries after all.
I’m tellin’ ya, the virus was this big, No foolin.
In 1961, the late, great baseball manager Casey Stengel was fired by the mighty New York Yankees and immediately hired by the lowly New York Mets. One day he looked down the Mets dugout bench and asked, “Can’t anyone here play this game?”
I’d like to ask that question of all the “experts” who have clogged the airwaves and newspaper columns for months – all those fusty-musty eggheads carefully cultivating their images and soundbites as they salivate over a book deal and regular pundit spot on MSNBC.
Hey, who owns the media, anyway? Would they have a stake in promoting and prolonging the panic-demic? Just a thought.
But, I’m glad to say that some genuine scientists are asking (as I have) whether the astonishingly wrong predictions made by the “experts” could have been by accident. And, if the mistakes were deliberate, what is their agenda?
Maybe they felt that to get the attention of a dumbed-down population (Dumbed-down by them) they had to push the worst-case scenario.
Maybe they felt that to get the attention of polyglot, multi-racial countries (Made so by them) they had to push the worst-case scenario.
Maybe, however disastrous the result of their strategy, they had our best interests at heart. (What was that about good intentions?)
But, how ’bout this?
Maybe this pandemic:
born in a wet market or not
created and released from a lab or not
on purpose or not
a bio-attack on China and Iran that backfired or not
is now being manipulated by the technocratic elites to their own ends.
It’s anyone’s guess what their end game is but when Warren “Billionaire” Buffett drops his airline stocks, this “anyone” suspects that restrictions on international travel will be one outcome.
And, as the UK starts testing its new Covid-19 tracking App, restrictions on domestic travel will be another outcome.
Chew on this… if you refuse to comply with the tracking App you could be denied travel, health care, pension, education, housing and every other aspect of life controlled by the “benevolent” state. Last time I checked, Big Brother can give with one hand…
Welp… this is one ghost who plans to resist all technocratic incursions into his life. But, I’ll betcha my woodland friends comply in a heartbeat. And, I expect a knock on the door after one of those not-so friendly ghosts “drops a dime” on my ass.
So, the next time you visit the woods in my ‘hood don’t be surprised if you find me hanging around.
How have we allowed a pack of third-rate politicians and unelected eggheads, bureaucrats, careerists and apparatchiks take control of our world?
Our lives?
Our future?
Who died and left them boss?
Welp… as of today 218,000 have died from Covid 19. Possibly. Maybe. We’re pretty sure. That’s our guesstimate.
Ballpark figure.
Some with. Some suspected.
But, yeah, 218K. That’s the body count.
There or thereabouts.
Now, if you ask us about diarrhea… 1.5 million die annually from that. No foolin’. 1.5 million. Annually. From diarrhea. You can take that to the bank.
As long as we’re talkin’ numbers here…
The Flu pandemic of 1918-19 killed 20 – 100 million.
More than died in WW1
More than died from the Black Death
The Flu of 1957 killed 1.1 million
The Flu of 1968 killed 1 million
In an average year the flu kills 300 – 650,000
In the 1918-19 flu pandemic the sick were quarantined. Otherwise, life went on. And, there were no lockdowns in any of these earlier pandemics. In fact, aside from this corona-panic, at no time in history have the healthy been quarantined.
Before you argue that social-distancing and lockdown have kept the Covid-19 deaths down consider that the official modellers included those mitigating factors when concocting their original vastly exaggerated infection and death rates.
Those geniuses got it so dead wrong that a suspicious person might think they did so on purpose.
Could they have been that stupid? After all, from the git-go there were modellers who got it dead right.
What’s worse? They are Incompetent or duplicitous?
Any dispassionate observer who examined the history of the UN, WHO, CDC, NIH, NHS (or any other member of the alphabet soup of so-called public health agencies) would conclude that the inmates had taken over the asylum. Their record of wrong projections, lethal injections and spectacularly inept responses are beyond dispute and beyond belief.
Duplicitous or doofus? You decide.
And, yet. And, yet. They are lording it over us. Calling the shots.
And, we are allowing them to do so.
Coming soon to an economic zone near you, the motion-picture entertainment of the ages!
Cast of billions! Cost of trillions!
“1984 meets Brave New World”
Featuring elements of every dystopian movie you’ve ever seen!
Plus, you’ll thrill to the spectacular second feature –
“Big Mommy vs. the Big Bad Bugs That Might Give You a Boo-boo”
SEE – the masses fight to be first in line for vaccine shots!
THRILL – while morons demand more government surveillance!
MARVEL – as cretins beg for chip implants!
GASP – to see suckers accept a devalued, cashless currency.
I feel it in my waters. You do, too. We all do. We all feel it but dare not speak it. We know what’s really going on here. But, we also know that terrible truths must be spoken aloud to be made real. We are terrified of speaking into life the horrible future we foresee.
“In the beginning was the word… and the word was made flesh.”
Meanwhile… Don’t kid yourself. There won’t be any big pushback. Oh, sure, a few horn-honking, flag-waving, Bible and constitution-clutching diehards. But, no widespread revolt.
No 1776, No Yellow Vests. No Antifa.
No alt-right. No nuthin’.
Acquiescence. That’s all there will be.
Acquiescence. Surrender. Compliance.
POLICING BY CONSENT
I wish I was wrong. I hope I am proven so. But…
Daddy, what did YOU do in the Great Corona war? Obey.
Boy Outa Brooklyn 