Let’s not mince words, lads: if you’re living in a Western country, chances are pretty high that you’re currently living under tyranny.
People are not brave enough to call it that, obviously. But that is effectively what we are all living under, when the bifactional One Party of the Statist Quo in the USSA can effectively overturn the results of a democratic election, and then have the audacity to claim that they did so in order to “save” the country. That rather brings to mind the way that Dubya insisted that he had to abandon free market principles in order to save them.
We certainly don’t live in free countries when people run riot in the streets of places like Holland and demand that their governments ease up on the increasingly idiotic Coof restrictions. The famously liberal Dutchies are fed to the back teeth with this nonsense. But if they actually lived in a free country, their government would drop this pretence of locking up people for their own good. They won’t, of course, because like all tyrants, they are in love with their own power and sense of self-importance.
Here in PommieBastardLande, the Coof is rapidly receding as a threat. Everyone knows it – well, anyone with the sense that God gave a honey badger does. That is to say, anyone who doesn’t watch the thrice-cursed Bolshevik Broadcasting Corporation and SkyNet knows it. But the government of Boris the Flabbergasted Sheepadoodle thinks that it can just keep the whole country locked down forever.
Calling them “insane” is an insult to the mentally ill. This sort of profound idiocy can only be the product of feeble minds pushed far beyond their boundaries of comprehension. The British people are constantly told to stay at home and get their flu shots. Yet this advice is always based on models that start with garbage assumptions.
For example, the gubmint’s pro-lockdown scientists think that if restrictions are eased up now, 130,000 more people will die from the Coof. This would be the same gaggle of over-credentialed idiots who told us that 500,000 people would die from the Kung Flu without harsh lockdown measures back in April of last year. No such death toll ever occurred, with or without a lockdown.
And this would be the same pack of morons who said that without another lockdown in December, the NHS system would collapse completely and thousands more would die than in a normal year. Yet the data show plainly that NHS hospitals are always close to maximum capacity in winter, and that even with General Tso’s Chicken Pox, there has been no real trend of excessive mortality this year.
The plain and simple fact is that these appallingly stupid policies are doing far more harm than good. In the name of “saving Granny!”, we’re killing off our economies, our mental health, our children’s futures, and our way of life. And we’re letting those in power get away with tyranny of the worst and most egregiously stupid kind.
If you haven’t already started resisting this nonsense in every way that you can, then don’t complain when the restrictions that they told us were “temporary”, end up becoming permanent. That is how government overreach always starts. And government policies are rarely, if ever, overturned with anything short of a violent and extremely painful revolution – which is precisely where the USA, at least, is heading.
Those are serious thoughts for a serious time. But now, given that it’s Friday evening and I am WELL past due for my first glass of good red wine, let’s get on with the necessary libations to prepare for the weekend.
And ’round ‘ere, in the ‘ome of yer very ‘eavy, very ‘umble servant, that means a lady in red to get the party started. So here she is.
Her name is Sarai Rollins, age 31 from Topanga, CA. Apparently she’s a really-for-real international model (or so she claims) and got her start doing shoots for Rockstar Energy. (Whatever that means.) She says that she’s also a licensed real estate agent – y’know, just in case Instathottery doesn’t work out, it’s always good to have something onto which to fall back.
But, if she isn’t at least 20% plastic, I’ll eat my hat. Without mustard.
Happy Friday, gentlemen. Ease into the weekend and enjoy yourselves, but not too much. The ride never ends and we have a LONG way to go before we can even begin to claim that we are making serious progress in fighting back against the tyranny that threatens so many of us.