Off to the Races

Has the whole world gone nuts or is it just me? Over the last couple of years many people I considered well balanced have told me I’ve lost it and seem embarrassed to be seen with me – Paul’s a sandwich sort of a picnic, walk the other way. Being thought of as mildly eccentric was an entertaining part of the brand; crazy but innocent enough and harmless – perhaps even a tad naïve?

Then along comes 2020 and now I’m definitely the odd one out. No, I don’t want to wear a mask. No, I don’t feel the need to stand 2M away from everyone else. No, contact tracing is simply nonsense and NO, I definitely don’t need to take a vaxxine. “If your vaxxine works then I don’t need one. If your vaxxine doesn’t work then I definitely don’t need one.” Take your pick, it’s not happening.

Suddenly I’m persona non-grata – a looper, an oddball, but beneath the surface, the worm has turned. I look with concern at my friends, wondering how so many have been misled. I see the triumph of fear over common sense and feel some admiration for the success of this carefully orchestrated psyop. As evidence emerges that nothing about the covid jab was ever ‘safe and effective’ it baffles me that even the state collated data, from MHRA, or VAERS overseas, are being ignored. Control of the narrative has been so comprehensive that folk are convinced it’s still OK, even desirable, to roll up their sleeve for another booster. Mark Twain told us – ‘It’s easier to fool someone than to tell them they’ve been fooled.’ So in the majority of cases people will never admit they were wrong. Every future decision is to reinforce, rather than re-examine, the last.

I’ve tried, and always will, to protect my fellow man but I’m very much aware that it’s time to find my own tribe and prepare to walk a different path. My work was office based. I have no farming experience, nor did I ever consider how natural health treatments might be superior to the latest blockbuster drug from big pharma. Now in retirement I’m busier than ever, meeting new friends and learning new skills. Growing potatoes is not one of them; indeed I might be the only Irishman to fail this entry level test. But the slugs in my garden have really enjoyed my cabbages. Perhaps next year they’ll leave some for me?  Our true needs are quite basic – food, shelter, love and hope, so although I might go hungry, for the moment I’m dry and have a smile on my face.

I’m past caring whether folk think I’m off to the races or two pence short of a shilling. The times in which we live are too dangerous to not weigh up the evidence and speak one’s mind.  Yes, it’s important to be open to new data and it’s also time to be guided by truth no matter how far it drifts from the official narrative. Throughout history every decent detective has been a conspiracy theorist. A crime’s committed and something doesn’t smell right so detectives search for evidence until bad guys can be prosecuted. That’s their job. So I’m learning to wear the ‘conspiracy theorist’ label as a badge of honour. It’s not acceptable to be told what to think. That’s a responsibility I can abdicate to no one.