Y’know, there aren’t many things that really, really, really, SEVERELY piss me off – though admittedly those who have been reading my work for some time might be forgiven for snorting derisively upon reading those words.
However, one sure-fire way to seriously cheese me off is to make me watch people tamely and spinelessly giving up their God-given natural rights.
Such is the situation in PommieBastardLande right now, where the Limeys are meekly submitting to a wildly out-of-control government that wants to keep everyone shut indoors forever.
They don’t say that, of course. The gubmint in Limeyland is terrified of the so-called “Indian Variant” of the Coof, which is supposedly considerably more contagious, but not any more deadly, and in fact is significantly less so, judging by the rate of hospitalisation and death. It does infect younger people a lot more readily, but so far, there is no evidence that it is anything to worry about.
The Limeys think that their not-vaccine will protect them, and indeed it may well do precisely that. I remain deeply sceptical of all of the Coof-related vaccines, except for the Russian one. (It says a LOT for how far the West has fallen, and how far the Russians have risen, in the last 20 years, that the very same people who were responsible for Chernobyl, Lada cars, and Communism, are now routinely outclassing everyone else.)
Nonetheless, there is simply no excuse any longer to live in fear. Ye Olde Phartes may well suffer and die from the virus. I can’t say I care much.
Do not mistake my words. I am not without compassion or care, and I do have a personal stake in the matter. Members of my own family are in the at-risk group – and other members of my family have caught the Coof, despite being fully vaccinated with at least one of the not-vaccines.
But, given a choice between letting the young and productive get on with living our lives, and shutting down entire economies and wrecking lives and ruining businesses just to keep people over 80 alive at the expense of everyone else… well, to me, that’s a VERY easy choice.
I will choose life for the young – EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.
If ever there was a time to come to the realisation that this world is controlled by a malign and dreadful force far beyond our mere mortal capacity to comprehend, the last 18 months was it.
However, as I also pointed out in today’s (epic) post, those lies are being exposed and destroyed at record speed. And this is VERY much to the good.
So don’t let yourself get too disheartened by the nonsense, the madness, the stupidity, of the people around you. Never forget that the vast majority of people will always choose cheap, easy, comforting lies over harsh, hard, difficult truths. Simply keep your eyes fixed on all that is Good, Beautiful, and True, and you’ll be fine.
Speaking of which – it is, of course, Friday, and we all know what that means.
This week’s lovely lady is Valeria Conca, age about 26, originally from Madrid and now living in Milan. She is half-Spanish and half-Italian by blood, or so I am told. Now, as combinations go, that’s a pretty interesting one, because you’d think that in most respects the two would be utterly incompatible. Their foods have different spice palates and philosophies, their climates are quite different, and their peoples have been waging war against each other since, oh, about 400 BC, if not earlier.
But they do also have a few things in common – like fiery tempers, really fast cars, a very laid-back attitude toward life, the Catholic Church, and STAGGERINGLY beautiful women. I’m talking about the kind that make time and traffic stop and rob you of breath, sense, and thought.
I leave it to the audience to decide whether this week’s lovely lass meets those lofty standards. As for the lady in question, apparently she studied Digital Marketing at the University of Reggio Emilia (no clue what any of that means) and aspires to be an actress. All I can say is that she sets the tone quite well for this mid-June weekend. (Ignore the captions on her photos, they are every bit as vapid as you might expect. She IS an Instathot, after all. Her beautiful smile more than makes up for it, though.)
Happy Friday, gentlemen. If you’re anything like me, you really need to get some rest. so make sure you do get it. Even the strongest rock will be worn down in time by the relentless action of sand and wind and surf. A bit of a break does a man good – especially if said break involves sleep, shooting guns, and time with family and friends.