And Then, Wot To Say...

   First things first; you got Sky TV? Seen the advert for the loyalty program? Are my aging ears missing something in translation when it’s stated ‘Fan of movies? You can meet the anuses’
   Anyhoo, I’ve been sitting here pondering wot’s going on on this planet of ours and have come to the conclusion I have absolutely no idea other than it’s, like, totally nothing remotely good.       
   Floods and droughts, bird flue running rampant, you MUST get a pair of experimental chemi cocktails pumped into you as it’s going to be a doom laden winter, escalation in some war or other with Vlad the bad blowing up his own gas lines. We’re supposed to believe that? Really?
   On top of that no more affordable private cars and it also seems any and all personal money is slowly, slowly becoming worthless aided and abetted by rising prices across the board and home ownership is also getting turfed out the window – that would be a rental window I guess. Your pension? Hanging on by a thread and it’s all, allegedly, thanks to Queasy kerching and his mini murky bidet.  Simply put, bu-by beef and a roof.
   Could this be a snapshot of where ‘they’ are  sending us? Welcome to our future/past...

        

   Bet y’all had forgotten that number eh?

Quote;  Charles Dickens.

“Credit is a system whereby a person who can't pay, gets another person who can't pay, to guarantee that he can pay.”