In The Bleak Mid Winter

 

Yesterday was St Valentine’s Day, an oasis of hope pointing to a forthcoming spring. As I looked out of the bus window I saw an earnest looking young man brandishing a bouquet – a man on a mission wearing a full head of hair and dark designer stubble concealing his pimples. Internally I heard my Dad saying ‘I’m glad I’m past that dangerous age’. These days pollen brings me out in a rash.

Across the pond RFK Jr has been sworn in as the new secretary of the HHS to embark on a programme of national navel gazing to avoid Americans having to look outside. He will have a busy two years but it is very necessary as 60% plus of Americans are too obese to even see their navels. I hope he can do it without resorting to the Chicago mobster approach, once popular at this time of year but if your name is Fauci it would appear that many State AGs would look the other way if nature chose to even the score.

Trump’s apologists are busily finding weasel words to justify Netanyahu’s carnage in Gaza. Donald himself brazenly talks about lasting peace in the area - after the current population have been moved to neighbouring Arab states or planted in their home country – probably under the 15^th green.

Today Zelensky is a worried man. He now realises that the gravy train has crashed and that payments on his wife’s credit card sprees in Paris might soon fall due. Some NATO nations are happy to prop up his ego and foment war against Russia by providing armaments to hit deep into foreign soil. Behind the scenes they’re probably plotting his demise. God forbid that monster would ever acquire nuclear weapons to get his revenge in first. His days are numbered.

In the UK handsome young farmers in their wellies have Katie Hopkins in a flutter as she walks among their blockading tractors. I hope and believe these guys have the support of the nation as people gratefully acknowledge them for the food they grow and animals they raise. Even WEF rat Starmer likes to eat. What possible dirt do the puppet masters have on him that he won’t put his own electorate’s interests first?

Beside all this international intrigue, Northern Ireland’s past troubles now look very 20^th century. That’s not to say for one moment that they weren’t very real and very painful for those caught up in the events. But now hindsight shows us that the same puppet masters orchestrated the conflict and revelled in the pain they created. Sometimes it would indeed be tempting to pull the duvet over our heads and to distance ourselves from the drama, but another view tells us this is possibly the most exciting era since the formation of the world, and we’ve got ringside seats.

So where was I going on the bus and why did I have a smile on my face? Hope springs eternal;  perhaps I’m a dyed in the wool romantic after all 😊

Slaughtered on Suspicion

 

Several Years ago the UK Column team made a documentary about the UK government response to Foot and Mouth disease in 2001. Tony Blair was PM at the time and it gave him his first taste of blood. An estimated 11 million animals were slaughtered and even ten years later British farming had not recovered. It’s estimated that 79% of the farms where animals were slaughtered, were not infected. Even then academics at the Imperial College were modelling worst case scenarios.

Next came the fake ‘Weapons of mass destruction’ dossier, which was used to drag us into a war with Iraq. Having practised on cattle, pigs and sheep, the stage was set to murder men, women and children. The actual numbers are unknown, over a million for sure and in all likelihood 80%+ were non combatants. Real families were turned into statistics, to ash or buried under rubble.

Fast forward to 2020 when ‘Project Warp Speed’ brings us a jab mandated for everyone and once again supported by statistics from Imperial College to terrify us into mindless compliance. With every passing month more is being learned about the contaminants of these jabs unwittingly accepted by a large percentage of the population. Without action being taken to mitigate their effects many are to be ‘slaughtered on schedule’ over the next five years as immune systems are compromised and infections previously held in check take control and take us down.

All the time the slaughter continues in the Ukraine, the Middle East and many other hotspots around the world that lack the oil or mineral deposits to justify invasion.  The criteria used for suspicion vary. In the Ukraine, if you’re male, over 17 and under 60 you might get bundled into a van and sent to the front. A couple of weeks later you’re slaughtered. In Gaza it’s simpler. If you’re alive you shouldn’t be. Death rains down from the sky unannounced. Just this week, a celebrating Netanyahu thanked Trump for the strong support of his greatest ally and presented him with a special gold pager mounted on a board cut from a Lebanese cedar. Which of them is more crass – Netanyahu for giving or Trump for accepting?

Over the last few years we have also seen many doctors dying mysteriously – slaughtered on suspicion of telling the truth. Suicide victims floating face down with two gunshot wounds in the back. Rashid Buttar’s death is a complete mystery. He was a martial arts fanatic in excellent heath so most likely he died from a conspiracy theory. His idea that 5G pulses could be used to rupture vaxxine payloads and release haemorrhagic agents such as Marburg into circulation clearly caused his demise. What a dangerous thought to have.

Might the day come when there is a danger of being slaughtered on suspicion of being a politician?