And Then We’ll Be Free...

   Yup, nearly Monday and I do hope you’re all as nauseous with  nervousness and wracked with anxiety as the TV is saying we all are. No? Oh... It’s amazing that the media can’t find just one expert, scientist or doctor who doesn’t believe that our utter doom beckons. A K Haart found a nice bit o’ doom.  
   As per the above link, their predictions seem to suggest all the hospitals will be full by Monday teatime thus overwhelming the NHS, blessed be its name, and folk will be dying in their thousands come Wednesday lunch. By Monday week, going on their ‘expert modelling’, the population of this once green and pleasant land will have been well and truly decimated and we will also be responsible for spreading the doom bug around the world. Seems climate change will mop-up the few remaining co-co survivors. It’s coming for you, punctured or not.
   As to the freedoms we’ll be granted come Monday, I haven’t figured that little detail out yet.
   It’s also noted, in places other than the MSM, that of the folk presently in dock with co-co, the number who’ve been punctured, to protect themselves from getting co-co, outnumber those that haven’t been punctured. That’s got to be a tad inconvenient for the narrative but, happily, the MSM are managing to ignore this at the moment. 
   At the risk of repeating myself, it’s also noted, in places other than the MSM, that the number of younger folk coming forward for the experimental chemi cocktail  is declining dramatically. Wot to do?  Ramp-up the fear factor of course. Hasn’t fear been flogged to death? Possibly, but there’s always more fear to be found so how about this.
   Make it widely known that a team of ‘leading scientists’ have completed a study. This study states that young folk wot don’t get punctured, may will catch co-co which may will lead to jolly long co-co and one of the many side effects of long co-co, for young bucks, is that their willies may will shrink. That’ll get ‘em, like, galloping along to the closest, like, puncture point pronto ‘eh?             
   Oh come on, I made that up, right? Sadly, no... Ah shacks ma wil... heed.            
   Night terrors you say? Those’ll come as a result of watching their willy shrink day by day I guess. You couldn’t make it up you say? I beg to differ again; it would seem you most assuredly can.
   In other ‘news’, about  wot I know not wot, there was an interview on the televisual receiving device this AM, with a young lady who was introduced as the Global Policy Director for Fashion. Say wot now? Who knew eh?
   Anyhoo, by way of celebrating this coming Monday, a momentous moment in our history, my little nest of vipers and I have broken out new muzzles for the last{?} weekend. Seems like the right thing to do, for the greater good an’ all, as the ones we’re using have been in use for over a year now which ain't too shabby for, as stated on the pack, ‘one use’ muzzles...
   As directed by those that would rule over us, it’s our duty to be scared. Thank you.

Quote;  John Wayne.

“Courage is being scared to death... and saddling up anyway.”

             Lily Allen.

“The world is run on fear and shame. And I don't feel like we can begin to overcome these things until we speak about them openly and stop being scared of what happens as a result.”