Yup, I’m still here cluttering the place up and being a burden by the fact I have the temerity to accept free medical prescriptions.
Other than that, it seems the world is getting ever madder wot with that sixteen year old girl with the scary star, blessed be her name, on a yacht all the way through to Brexit, the formation of an emergence government comprising of the unelectable and the relentless, absolutely relentless climate doom and gloom. I have no idea why someone up there doesn’t get hold of our MSM by the scruff of the neck and shake it into our world.
Why don’t those ‘reporters’ and ‘journalists’, especially of the BBC, blessed be its name, just end every ‘interview’ they conduct{?} by thanking those interviewed with the stock phrase, “...and thank you for all that doom laden negativity towards our country, its peoples and what you foresee as the countries dire and hopeless future. Awesome!”
Do your best to stay happy, okay? My Enemies Lay Beneath The Prairie. Give it a bit o’ bass;
Quote; Toba Beta.
“News told, rumours heard, truth implied, facts buried.”
Arthur C. Clarke.
“The more wonderful the means of communication, the more trivial, tawdry, or depressing its contents seemed to be.”
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