And Then, Another Wave...

    Awoke to day two of sunshine and it’s good to see the entire population seem to have cast off their outer garments; and a good few inner also...
   I also spotted that another of our cities is going to charge  the owners of ‘dirty’ cars eight dabs a day to enter the city centre. Not sure where this links to plans to re-vitalise the dying high street.
   Did they stop and think it through? We’ve had a lock down during which countless folk who’ve never done it before, have discovered online shopping. Those folk will now be thinking, I need a new thingy so shall I go buy gas, drive into town, pay the dirty car fee and the exorbitant parking fee  running the risk of finding it’s out of stock or, after a few clicks on the tap-top, get it with delivery tomorrow. Possibly a tad cheaper. Decisions, decisions. Let’s give that no never mind; just think how much greener we’ll be, right? Right?
   Anyhoo,  I see no change on the televisual receiving appliance as they, and their ‘trusted’ professors of this and that, hammer home the ‘news’ that a co-co calamity is incoming and the next freedom{?} steps need to be reviewed and possibly delayed some. Oh the shock...  
   Cut to the tired old footage of vaccine centres and the much used film of youngsters patiently queuing to be punctured.
   Here’s a bit o’ footage from the Freedom march which, for reasons not yet fully understood, haven’t appeared on the main TV channels up to time of typing. See? You’re not as alone as the MSM would have you believe you are. 

          
   Should you be a young person, or a mummy or daddy of an even younger person who’s blundered through into the Foggy Mirror, and in view of the fact that the jab is quickly your way a-coming, may I humbly suggest a viewing of the video below and then thinking it through carefully before saying, ‘Me, me next! Oh please puncture me and mine!’

 

   If that’s not enough here’s a late entry from the good Ripper. Just medical folk overloaded to the point of exhaustion, mentally stressed and distressed but still doing their best. Make of it wot you will.

            Quote; Ambrose Bierce.

ENTERTAINMENT, n. Any kind of amusement whose inroads stop short of death by injection.