Madness Reigns

I’m Losing Patience with the Zombies

Weaver

We had our first proper day out after the recent shutdown in the UK. The non-essential shops – the ones selling clothing, furniture, books, shoes and other items considered non-essential by the malignant lunatics running the world – were open and desperately waiting for customers.

There weren’t many customers, of course. A local store had huge crash barriers up to control the hordes desperate for the closing down sale bargains. But there weren’t any people.The bankers and the journalists, who understand nothing, had all predicted that shoppers would be out in masses, desperate to spend the money they’d saved. That was never going to happen. In reality, the figures show that the number of shoppers in high streets and shopping centres was down by a quarter. Wait until the furloughing ends – if it ever does – then you’ll see real panic on the streets.

And you can’t blame people for staying away from the shops.

Apart from the fact that even the thickest mask wearer realises that the future is unendingly gloomy, and that money is going to be tight for everyone, the shopping experience was a dismal one.

The majority of shoppers dutifully wore their masks and kept them on when they were outside on the street. The ones who removed their masks crumpled them up, stuffed them into a pocket or bag and then put them back on when they entered the next shop.

Everywhere I look the lunacy seems to be getting worse.

Some hospital departments and churches which have been shut for a year are now open to be used as injection centres. It’s OK to go into hospital to have a jab that doesn’t stop you getting or spreading a disease that isn’t likely to kill you but not OK to go in to have treatment for a disease which will. It’s OK to go into a church to be injected with experimental gene therapy but not OK to go in to pray.

We’ve all been advised that we should get rid of dogs and cats because they can catch covid, are bad for the environment and we’re all going to be living in tiny apartments. If we want a pet, we’ve been told, we should have a tortoise. They’re apparently officially acceptable.

And soft toys are apparently also unacceptable because the morons have decided that the soft toys carry nasty covid germs.

It gets madder by the day and I cannot forget that the World Bank plans for this fraud to continue until 2025 – I assume that by then they expect that we’ll all be either controlled or dead.

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