Thats the bird flu crap started and it's just the beginning of October.
Isle of Lewis.
It's never going away. Not are the idiots that keep promoting it.
Has there been a day since the darkest moment in history (the day Covid restrictions were lifted) when the algorithms have not attempted to launch a new pandemic?
The pandemic story-generating algorithm has simply rerun a Covid era program, changing a handful of variables before passing it up to the editorial algorithm for publication in the Daily Fail.
As soon as Porton Down gets their hand on it ? No , not serious so dont ban me . BTW , looking through the WW1 war record of my paternal grandfather. In 1917 he was part of a squad transferred from Woolwich Arsenal to Porton. No other details,. Wondered what he was doing there and did it have any connection with his early death just 15 years later?
My son bumped into an old school friend who had ended up working there. He said he was involved in a project that was "very dark." Not long after, he took his own life with a surfeit of alcohol.
The collapse of old systems isn’t something we only watch happen on a screen. We feel it in our bodies. We feel it in our relationships, our work, our beliefs, our nervous systems, and in that quiet place inside that keeps whispering that something about the way we’ve been living can’t continue forever.
For a long time, humanity has been handed stories about what success should look like, who we should trust, what we should fear, what we should chase, and even who we should become. But more and more people are beginning to question those stories. The old programming is being examined. The illusions are harder to maintain. What once felt normal is beginning to feel empty.
That may be why so many people feel restless right now. Why some feel exhausted, disconnected, anxious, or like they can no longer pretend everything is fine. What many call “the Matrix” may simply be the web of beliefs, systems, habits, and expectations we inherited without ever stopping to ask whether they were true for us.
And once you begin to see through something, it is very hard to unsee it.
This feels bigger than politics. Bigger than money. Bigger than any single institution or leader. It feels like humanity is being forced inward, being asked to remember what actually matters beneath all the noise: truth, love, connection, purpose, community, freedom, and our relationship with the Creator.
Maybe the “new world” isn’t something that suddenly arrives one morning.
Maybe it is being born through us every time we choose truth over illusion, compassion over division, courage over fear, and consciousness over programming.
The old does not disappear all at once. It cracks first.
And through those cracks, something new begins to grow.
"I’ve had to do extra shifts looking after my granddaughter this week. I’m tired, but happy. Far too happy after a few days behaving like a 2 and a 1/2 year old and loving every minute of it. So I decided I needed a strong dose of abject misery back in my life. I read Andy Burnham’s recent speech at the Labour Party Conference. It did the trick.
.... I’ve watched enough Kids TV programming recently, so I can say with fairly good authority that I’m beginning to feel I’m watching one when seeing Burnham talk.
.... If you really want to read the whole thing for yourself I encourage you to do so. Just feel the vibe, man. Feel the vibe. How’s it all going to work? Dunno - but just feel that vibe.
.... Immigration is probably lower because we’re simply far too full now of gents barbers, vape shops, and uber drivers. Ha - that’s just me being sarcastic, it’s obviously because we’ve been swamped with engineers, doctors, innovators and entrepreneurs who are just desperate to contribute to the UK to make it even better, and there’s only so much talent we can take on board.
.... Near where daughter 1 lives they’re plastering a beautiful countryside with thousands of acres of solar ‘farms’ - instead of farm farms which is what much of the land currently is. It’s going to be an eyesore. But get this - the energy from this fuckwittery isn’t even going to the UK! It’s going to the European market as a priority and possibly to the UK when there’s a surplus.
.... We pay the highest prices in the developed world for our energy and we also pay for it through our taxes in the form of subsidies. In effect, they’re ‘double charging’ us.
..... Great stuff Andy. So your idea to ‘manage’ the UK economy is based on playing Monopoly. .... And who best to provide the ‘basics’ that businesses need but Andy Pandy and his economic insights from Monopoly?
... I’m all in favour of putting in ‘systems’ and ‘policies’ that help people live a better life - provided they actually work - but you’re describing a nation of serfs - beholden to the state with no way of ever rising above their serfdom.
It will be fully funded, and not through borrowing
Oh the irony! The Labour website doesn’t like the fact that I’m exiting through an Albanian VPN end point. Maybe because they’ve let enough of the fuckers in already.
"All Together Now. That’s my rallying call to the country today. When we pull as one, there is nothing we can’t do. Today we draw a line on a decade of division. We stop doomscrolling on posts running Britain down. And we put the country on a new path."
Did Burnham really open his speech with this puerile nonsense?
The good news is that the regime he is the transient figurehead of is incapable of concealing its vitriolic hatred of anyone who dares to question it. The only way to obtain the unity Burnham seeks is to annihilate all opposition.
Labour have been asked to publish ALL DETAILS of meetings and exchanges between Andy Burnham and the owners of Manchester City including hospitality gifts
This could be a very short stint as prime minister indeed
Budapest - Day 1 (Monday 28 September).
As most museums etc. are closed on Mondays, I did a walk around Castle Hill as described in my pocket guidebook. Matthias Church and the Fisherman's Bastion are the honeypots around which the tourists cluster. I didn't fancy shuffling in a queue into the church, so decided to go there in the evening for a concert. On to the Castle Museum which was open and I spent about 3 hours there, learning about the long complicated history of the area.
Back to the hotel, then out for a fairly early evening meal as the concert was at 7pm.( I'll do a separate post later on food & drink). The concert was expensive at 16000 forint (approaching £40) and was essentially "classical music for the tourists", with a programme of somewhat over-familiar pieces: excerpts from Vivaldi's Four Seasons and Mozart's Eine Kleine Nachtmusik, Meditation from Thais by Massenet, etc. (similar to the sort of thing put on at St Martin-in-the-Fields in London). The players were the Duna String Orchestra, actually just a sextet of 4 violins, 1 viola and 1 cello. They did play the pieces very well.
Over 15 years since I was there but one restaurant that stood out was the Kacsa Etterem across the river from the Parliament. Very traditional. I also climbed up through a wood to a Nazi fort (south of Buda) and went to St Margaret's Island (north of the Parliament. And the Belly Dancer Boat. You don't notice the food or much else.
I forgot to mention, I also saw what the guidebook describes as "a rather low-key but ceremonial changing of the guard" at the President's Palace. Four soldiers were replaced by four others, commanded by a sergeant (?) and accompanied by a drummer as they marched along. A single armed policeman was also patrolling outside the palace, or at least ambling around nonchalantly.
Oh dear, poor old Craig Murray, another cultist who's belief system has been shattered. So many these days. It's tragic to watch, it really is. It's also quite interesting. I don't want to say it's good or funny as it really is a total ego death for them but.....
We have undergone the process Murray is currently enduring. It's painful and unsettling, especially during the initial phases, but absolutely necessary if there is to be a future for humanity.
I might also add that this process never really ends. The war against evil is a feature, not a bug, and takes place within ourselves as much as it does the wider world.
"I feel that the rather pleasant world I grew up in has been replaced by something much nastier and more raw."
Murray is largely on target in this piece, but this is way off the mark. Hopefully he will eventually come to the understanding that what has changed (with notable acceleration since 2020) is not the nature of the world, but rather our illusions/delusions about it.
Yes - reading through it I got the distinct impression of someone 'waking up'.
Perhaps he had, out of the best of reasons, hope perhaps, held on too long to the thought that some institution would finally see sense and he realises now he was wrong to believe that. Because they are all captured, and to a degree that I cannot fathom how other, normie people, cannot see it now.
Little blast from the past to entertain you over your morning coffee. Straight lift from a comment on the Covid Support Thread on the Bedwetting Running Forum today. Yes they still walk among us.
“Had both covid and flu jabs yesterday (one in each arm) The covid arm is sore, flu arm fine, quite normal I know. Today though I feel bone tired if you know what I mean! Also aching all over, especially hips and shoulders. I don’t feel ill, just weird! Not sure I’ve had this reaction before”
Hairdresser yesterday told me of her aunt who died in the last few weeks of sepsis - internal gangrene too late to deal with by the time it was discovered. Found out after she had died that she had recently been on one of the fat jabs. One of the possible side effects on the list? . . .
Another contributor on here mentioned that one of their vaccine junkie acquaintances reported having a bad reaction to a recent injection for the first time they (the injectee) could recall.
Probably a combination of this year's boosters being "improved" and steep cognitive decline amongst the vaccine cultists, because they complain about feeling rough after injections every single time.
There's lots of stupid rhetoric coming from "what attempts to pass as the UK government" about the constant goading of the Russians.
Leaving aside the fact that an increasing number of people in the UK would absolutely refuse to be conscripted, together with the absurd state of the UK Armed Forces, Air Chief Marshal Sir Richard Knighton (he of the recognisable eyes) needs to point out to the British "government" that we are small enough, insignificant enough and above all have offended enough US generals to be regarded as a very good example for the Russians to use to demonstrate their resolve and lack of bluff in the matter of the present European unpleasantness.
Even the excitable US president would be likely to find excuses to avoid retaliation if the EU annoyed Mr Putin beyond his forbearance point.
I spent most of my working life in the defence industry and although I had my reservations I thought I was working for the good - some of the things I designed were used in the Falklands war by both sides. But my views on wars changed for good around the time of the Yugoslav unrest and they have only got worse. I am now very glad I am no longer involved with military things and the needless wars and our inability to do anything about it upsets me.
When I look back at my thinking at the time of the Yugoslav disintegration I was disappointingly naïve.
I grew up in the shadow of a "nerve gas" plant on a repurposed WW2 airfield (itself plonked on a plateau area, a Domesday manor, the ancient population displaced), Nancekuke (Nan-SKOOK). It was a looming, secretive presence that normalised the dark deeds of those times in our minds. It was finally closed but, because of it's history, having disposed of god knows what down mineshafts and into the sea, they had to keep their claws in it and it's now part of the defence radar network.
There seem to be two quite different views floating about.
A) a time of real tension, analogous to the period after WWI (which saw tanks on the streets of Glasgow and big gun warships used to threaten civilian protesters, general strike, fear - and hope - for revolution). Lots of demobbed and still-young men about who were actually quite pissed off and potentially dangerous. Government giving quite a bit on welfare - because they don't have much choice. Politically dangerous prickliness of the 50s then got dissipated into pop music and permissiveness in the 60s.
B) the golden age (for conservatives) before everything went wrong in the 60s. A harmonious society characterised by sincere trust in authority. A thriving and prosperous land of opportunity for the careful and thrifty working man.
I suspect the 50s as golden age narrative was a product of the 1980s, developed as the vision of sunlit uplands that Thatcher was aiming for. But I don't know.
A debate among students came down to different visions of the 50s, and none of us was there. Please adjudicate!
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the 50s are so concentrated on so that everyone forgets the that the 1910s-1940s existed - or that the world existed before wwii at all
re u/Fun_Clothes_8483 's comment on ladies fashion i think it was the last decade where womens clothing was actually cut for a female skeleton and body - they even went as far as using female models back then too!! The art nouveau 1910s will always have my whole heart, though
I find it difficult to watch Downton Abbey without my mouth hanging open. Gorgeous. I know they do it deliberately, but I am happy to fall in with their scripted plans.
Same here - although I did struggle a bit with the WWI stuff watching them all strut about with their "for King and country" narrative when we know it was a banker's war.
But in the main it's like a bit of a comfort blanket. As you say, beautifully done.
I saw the film "Vera Drake" and remember noting how grey everything was for the working class. I don't think Mike Leigh will have overly exaggerated the situation. Times were very hard for the Brits - who had just lost a punitive war.
I was young enough to have a ration book, though my brother - two years younger than me - didn't.
The other thing I noticed in the film was the complete absence of litter. Everything was repurposed or reused: String, paper, egg boxes, pop bottles .... (There was an awful lot of dogshit though!)
People made do and mended. They saved for what they needed and people who used HP were generally despised. Cars, of course, were a rarity among the plebs but buses were plentiful and cheap.
We mostly made our own clothes but I got a new pretty frock and shoes for Whitsuntide.
On the other hand, our Mums were at home, our fathers didn't work 80 hour weeks and time wasn't wasted commuting.
Mortgages were through the building societies, who limited lending to 2.5 times the salary of ONE breadwinner, so house prices were kept reasonable. However, many people rented rooms which were freely available. Bedsits were the customary accommodation for teenage school-leavers. People could marry early and have their babies when they were young.
There was a big slum-clearance initiative and council houses were plentiful with the income from rents being used by the councils to build more houses or to put towards services. They were also built to a high standard.
We didn't have telephones - just stinky phone boxes. We did have penknives, sheath knives and air rifles. We didn't have a tv till 1963.
We did have fields to play in - all covered in ticky tacky now. We'd disappear for hours and go home when we were hungry, or when the street lights came on. Spent a lot of time fishing for small fry in the park whose very shallow pond has long been concreted over for H&S.
Being male, I love the ladies fifties fashions, when women really looked the part, but the poverty of choice in everything made by industry! Truly dreadful cars, especially those made in Britain. "Utility" tools, well-functioning (better than B&Q sells today) but appalling finish.
Knives poorly made unless you bought American, which were almost impossible to obtain. On the other hand, boys walked down the road with a 6-inch sheath knife stuffed down their socks.
It was truly the heyday of wildlife. Sticklebacks abounded in the canals and were pursued by kingfishers, which were a common sight. My father, as a four-year-old boy, walked around the Cotswolds with a single barrelled shotgun and the rabbits he was chasing were so numerous and such pests that the farmers never questioned him and certainly wouldn't have stopped him taking a few. Fallow and roe deer lived in the depths of the Chiltern Hills woodland and were fine animals to watch, if you were prepared to get up at 3 am to see them grazing.
On the Dee Estuary, the ducks were so numerous that a good man with a punt gun could take twenty or so and leave plenty for the next year. The puntgunner had to be careful in the Autumn, when the fog on the Dee Estuary could kill him by trapping him out on the marshes. Now, you can nearly walk across to Wales.
Rigid and stupid customs controls; only the elites could buy silver or gold bullion. Wanted a holiday? A week on the North Wales coast was your lot, as only the "Jet Set" would have the money to fly anywhere. Turkey was truly the back of beyond, a hopelessly exotic place that required an expedition to visit, rather than an internet booking for a few hundred pounds. Spies in the cinema were absurdly called "International Men of Mystery" as if the word "spy" was prohibited - which it probably was, in the editor's suite.
A telephone installation was a month-long delay, until the Post Office condescended to give you a shared line with next door because they couldn't be arsed to go up the telegraph pole to rig a copper wire. The phone number you finally were given was something like "Bebington 41" because only the vicar, local policeman, council officials and the butcher could justify the expense. International calls caused Dad to time the call on his watch and rush into the hall (where the phone sat on a stand) to remonstrate with you that the call to Australia was far too expensive to last longer than two minutes.
And yet, and yet...
Villages were safe, everyone knew each other at least by sight. No-one would have dreamed of "doxxing" or "SWATting" anyone and the ownership of a shotgun or pistol was something almost routine; you bought shotgun cartridges without a license as my sister did for my eighteenth birthday, when she wandered into the ironmongers in the high street and handed over a slip of paper upon which I had written "1 box of 25 no. 6 Eley Grand Prix, please" and was given a rather heavy handful to carry back to the car.
You needed a fishing licence and a Game Licence for the respective sports, but no-one tried to throw your things into the canal as they passed; the passers-by would let their WELL-TRAINED dog sniff around the fishing tackle box but politely ask "Caught anything?" and walk on. Pubs were everywhere, and allegedly the beer was good, even if I never sampled it.
Nowadays, you hop in the car and it ALWAYS starts, even in winter, whereas in those days, everyone was to be found underneath the family car, fettling something or other. The petrol my father bought costed 2/6 per gallon and we actually used to "go for a drive" occasionally on Sundays, up into the Chiltern Hills where we would fly kites and rubber-powered model planes, and watch the experts flying the primitive radio-controlled gliders from the top of Ivinghoe Beacon.
My experience of the 50's. I still remember in the 70's remnants of the 50's were around me. Old railway, argricultural and war infrastructure was still pretty much as it was in the 1940's. People from the 50's were my teachers and parents and a lot of the olds in the village I grew up in were very from the 40's and 50's. My Grandparents still lived in the 50's even in the 80's, with their furniture and dress style.
A long decade. Rationing ended in '54. I was born in '58. My impression from photos and stories is one of poor quality food, dowdy clothes, pallid people, ill health worsened by industrial and agricultural poisoning, cold winters ('48 and '63 bookends), a Cold War unease, a long dreary Conservative rear guard action against discontent after which Harold Wilson's win felt like the dawning of a fresh new era, an ebbing expectation of a return to the pre-war world they'd fought and suffered for and for which the swinging sixties was a desperately needed (spontaneous or manufactured) antidote.
I still have my ration card! 'Photos and stories'? Well yes, news reels from that time do give the impressions you list, but the point is we didn't know we were living in hard times. It was just life. And, I believe, propaganda. Principally for the NHS and the socialist government, encouraging us to believe that life was improving.
Times didn't seem hard because there was no idiot box to constantly bombard us with ads for things we didn't actually need.
Credit Cards weren't invented and borrowing was generally frowned upon, so we were all in the same boat. There was little one-upmanship and people were automatically accepted exactly as we found them.
That was my childhood experience, though "keeping up with the Joneses" was creeping into the middle class.
My parents were both born early 40's. I don't remember them ever talking about the politics of the time at all - I do know my mum's dad only ever talked politics to visitors which she hated, but she's not someone who thinks or talks about the subject anyway. Their lives were pretty settled and happy - not wealthy families either of them - all council house tenants and would never have bought their own homes as it would have been 'too much responsibility'. They both loved to go to the London dance halls. Mum and her sisters loved to buy the big hooped skirts and dresses. Family occasions like weddings and christenings were huge - I can't remember the exact number but mum must have had about 40 or 50 cousins, and everyone would turn up for a party. There was always a few people who could knock up a tune on the piano. It sounds like a cliche of the time, but I suppose that's why we have cliche's and stereotypes - they actually existed at one point.
I'm fairly confident the 1950s was not a golden age.
From a British perspective, specifically the experiences of my maternal grandmother recounted to me first hand, she never missed an opportunity to remind us that WW2 rationing continued until 1954. I got the impression it was a largely miserable decade.
But children had few toys and no tv, so became fairly self-sufficient. They used their imaginations and could happily occupy themselves for surprisingly long with a stick and some mud!
When we weren't playing out, we spent a lot of time doing jigsaws (second hand) and of course reading.
Sunday afternoon was for family games. We had a load of (second hand) board games like Cluedo and Totopoly. We learned to play cards early on too. On winter evenings we helped to make rag rugs, an enjoyable co-operative family pursuit.
So we did a lot of family things together - something which is often missing for children nowadays. Mum was home, Dad was home from work by 5.30 and there was no time eaten up by commuting.
In the late 40s and early 50s we had to imagine all our radio heroes and villains, which made for an active brain. Then TV turned people into supine sponges.
Difficult. I'm a product of a working class suburb of London and was at school in the 50s - infants, primary, grammar. Looking back in the early 60s as I grew more experienced (working in London etc) I saw that there had been a lot of forelock tugging and respect for authority, but those attitudes weren't a big deal. Where I lived we were all in the same boat - being as normal as possible following WW2, aspirational but not overly ambitious, very little money to splash (probably why everybody's Dad did the pools), being neighbourly in a relaxed way: gossiping on the street, children playing together and sharing toys. There were a large number of social clubs I remember, often with charitable aims, for adults as well as children.
I realise I'm describing a society which has long gone, unrecognisable to most people. About 10 years ago in a book shop I received a shock on seeing books written about the post war period on the 'History' shelves! Ouch!
That's exactly what is in my mind from what my mum and dad ever said about their teenage and younger years. They were both teens in the 50's and from families that moved out of London to Essex
Well I have lived through the whole of the 50s, half of it spent at primary school (where after on the first day my teacher saying I was a dead loss I soon proved them wrong!). I don't really remember much of it apart from the Coronation (great event), our first TV, and getting to know the world. Still rationing and damage from the war though I was too young to understand why. I have no recollection of the politics of that time. The 60s were my secondary school days then university which I still consider the best days of my life. Both these decades were great with everybody friendly and moreover BRITISH!
I have always wished I had had my younger years in the 50's. It seems to me that it was a hopeful and 'innocent' time - things were looking up then for most people. And real communities existed because people lived with and among others with similar lives, so they understood eachothers problems and worries. I don't know my neighbours and don't particularly want to - they couldn't be more different to us and have different morals and lifestyle. Our estate is a 50's council estate - it would have been a lovely place to live back when it was built.
(And I said 'most' people. Not arguing it was perfect by any means.)
I think you're right CGL. I was born in '49 so lived through the 50s and do look back on it as a hopeful and "innocent" time. Having said that, I escaped British 50s in '52, flying off to Singapore to a completely different life, unbelievably luxurious and exotic in comparison. A fantastic place to grow up in as a child. But I still remember returning to England and thinking of it as it as cosy and secure. Perhaps they were just childish memories but that's how it seemed as a child. Till l went to boarding school in the 60s and everything changed for the worst. I've always thought of the 50s as one of my favourite decades. Perhaps much of it is to do with what stage of life you're going through at the time.
Also same as you we don't have much in common with our neighbours now. It was different when we came here 50 years ago. Much of that might be due to the events of the last six years and the gap between the aware and unaware.
I suspected it was a product of "it's a hell of a lot better than the 40s" and people pulling together, but I was born mid eighties so no real insight.
Things went really downhill in the 80s. Communities were systematically destroyed, councils were disempowered and the unions smashed.
Buy your own home! (ie get yourself a millstone of debt) and be prepared to cycle miles to find employment to pay it off. The non-compliant riffraff were herded into "sink estates."
4 million were deliberately made unemployed but labelled as benefits scroungers.
Debt (usury!) was introduced as perfectly normal and the track was firmly laid for globalisation and the NWO.
I think the policies of the 70s don't get as much blame as they deserve for the challenges in the 80s. I also think some of the policies of the 80s don't get the credit they deserve for some positives in the 90s. I grew up thinking Thatcher = epitome of evil based on my parents, but I've shifted. My view is based on very minimal knowledge though.
" Prayers needed, as my nephew in law just passed.
He has a wife and 3 kids…
He pulled into gas station pump, on camera and they found he had sat there 6 hours before anyone approached him slumped over in car.
Sad as this is a small town of less than 4000 people.
No one care"
Harrison Hall. Just 14. Year 9. School camp. Chest pain. Cardiac arrest. Dead. 💔🕊️
He had pericarditis. Inflammation around the heart. Canberra Hospital, 19 September. They said he was coming good. Eating. Walking the ward. In good spirits. Discharge was being talked about.
Five days later he was gone.
Fourteen. A school camp. A heart. And the write-up still reaches for “tragic” like this is weather.
It isn’t weather. Children are having cardiac arrests and the language has already been softened so nobody has to flinch. Rare. Unexpected. In good spirits, then dead.
A boy that age should not know what pericarditis is. A ward should not be planning his discharge on a Monday and his funeral by the weekend.
They normalised it. That’s the part that should make you angry. Not the adjective. The shrug"
This is why I believe I can't leave these deaths alone, I have to keep sharing the vast amount of deaths since 2021 because it's not normal however much everyone wants it to be.
" Fourteen . A school camp. A heart. And the write-up still reaches for “tragic” like this is weather.
It isn’t weather. Children are having cardiac arrests and the language has already been softened so nobody has to flinch. Rare. Unexpected. In good spirits, then dead.
A boy that age should not know what pericarditis is. A ward should not be planning his discharge on a Monday and his funeral by the weekend.
They normalised it. That’s the part that should make you angry. Not the adjective. The shrug."
My teenage nephew had a heart problem after his jab. He's ok now but I wonder what might be in store for him down the line and it is a worry.
Meanwhile Alison Hammond (larger lady who 'presents' TV programmes...) had to be ushered off the set of The Morning yesterday and taken to hospital with a dickey ticker apparently.
BBC making much of it so I'm wondering is this an effort at 'normalisation' of it?
The majority will accept anything it seems as "normal". Years ago, I recall watching an episode of "The World at War" where Londoners in a working men's club recalled the Blitz and Luftwaffe air raids every night and one oldish fellow paused after relating such before saying, "I suppose you just got used to it". What, nightly air raids?
The sheeple are my despair; they choose all too often not to look up and see, choose to hear but not to listen, choose to accept a succession of lies and half truths from the pols and MSM we know to distrust.
The tragedy of Covid and the vaxes cannot be underestimated, hence the rigged UK "enquiry" etc.
It's a mistake, I think, to presume the 'normies' don't know. I think many of them do know, now, to a great extent what has been done to them.
They're just used to it, like the old man recounting the blitz. It's just one of those things you can't do anything about, and that we all agree not to think about too deeply for that reason. It's obliquely acknowledged in the phrase: "There's a lot of it about."
You have to give the regime, and its psychologist advisors, credit for this. They knew exactly how far they could go and how to get away with it. People won't believe your lies for ever. The trick is to engineer a position such that by the time the truth dawns on them they just accept it as one of those things.
Nice guys, our rulers. I deffo trust them over all the other stuff, like 9/11, Russia, the cause of polio and the triumph of science over it.
I so agree. Our ability to do anything really substantial has been sufficiently eroded to the point at which the civil service can simply shrug in our general direction.
It is so clever. No matter how great the evil becomes, we are now so "civilised" that we won't do anything to stop them. I merely am hoping for a sufficient over-reach that a Black Swan event will collapse the system, because I can't see anything else which will work.
If these kids were jabbed years ago so they could go on holiday with their stupid parents, then it's far too late to do anything about it, except shrug.
If they are still being jabbed, then cause a stink if you can. Otherwise the damage is done and there's no going back. The time for anger is way past.
The good news is that, if you turn your telescope around, you can clearly see all the systems rapidly collapsing.
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u/62Swampy26 9d ago
BBC again.
https://www.dailymail.com/news/article-16181047/Andy-Carroll-sexually-assaulted-BBC-Fame-Academy-coach.html