That sound you hear isn’t Alka Seltzer tablets hitting water with the promise of relief to come.
No, it is the sound of athletes, celebrities, politicians, newscasters and assorted other imbeciles who took the Covid jabs dropping dead. And they are doing so at a rate of knots with no end in sight.
Not a day goes by without a front page story about someone collapsing on a sports field or TV screen without warning and from no apparent cause. And most of these corpses were in the prime of life!
Meanwhile, the experts assure us that these deaths had nothing to do with the fact that the dearly departed had been vaxxed to the gills!
As I’ve said, the most important histories of this sorry episode in human history will be those that delve into the emotional, psychological and sociological aspects of it.
Hey, it ain’t called Covid Mania for nuthin’.
The vaxxed ain’t called Covidiots for nuthin’ either!
Here’s a post I did that took a swing at analyzing the part that group dynamics played in the spread of this pseudo-plague-hoax-scam-racket. It makes more sense now than ever!
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.
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.
Some things hurt so good. And that’s true of this repost of what I encountered on my forced marches through the parks of London during the first two years of the Covid plan-demic. I had forgotten just how pitifully cowed my fellow prisoners were.
So while I was pleased to read how well I had evoked that dreadful time, it made my blood boil to recall the unquestioning obedience to the state of the sheeple of London. I want you to share my pain. So…
In light of President Depends recent announcement that the Covid emergency will be extended for yet another three months until April 10th, I have decided to repost my Greatest Covid Hits.
I reread my takes on the subject going back to April of 2020 and was saddened and delighted to see how “on the money” and prophetic I was. I hate to brag but… I nailed the hoax from jump street.
For those of you who bought into the scamdemic, it’s not too late to admit your mistake. We all make them. (God knows I’ve made some doozies!) Don’t worry. All is forgiven. Take a deep breath and start opposing the tyranny here and now!
Now, fasten your seat belts, it’s gonna be a bumpy ride. I take you back to those early days of the plague in April of 2020. (You read that right. This bullshit has been going on for three years!)
Remember, “Two weeks to flatten the curve?”
Remember, “Hundreds of thousands dead on the streets of Britain per month?”
Remember, “Once we have the vaccine, one shot will solve the crisis?”
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.