And Then, Hubs...

   Of the caps type? No, vaccine pumping hubs.
   Strange is it not that lockdown ‘instructions’ state you should only shop locally and stay within  was it a five mile? radius of your home. However, now these mass jab-a-dab-a-do places are up and running, those over eighty and/or seventy, the most venerable we’re repeatedly being told, are being advised to travel half way across the country to their ‘closest’ jab spot.
   Not only are us old folk expected to travel many miles, against the rules, to get what is appearing more and more, day by day, to be a less than perfect chemi-cocktail pumped into us, we will also be in very busy indoor, thus germ laden, hubs. How cool is that then?   
   Never mind, get that damn jab and you can throw that mask away, hug the grandkids and visit friends. Oh, wait a minute, hate to burst your bubble but it seems you get jabbed but then carry on exactly as before. However, unlike before, you’ll now have the added worry, above and beyond those being ‘pumped’ into your head daily by the media, of strange chemicals roaming round the voluminous interior of your body and doing who knows wot. Oh the joy...
   This can only signal to me that this island and the elderly wot live thereon are just lab rats on a truly huge scale.

Quote;  Steven Wright.

“Why do they sterilize needles for lethal injections?”