A War on Our World

Reflecting on Scamdemic on the 3rd anniversary of the announcement of the first lockdown.

“Good Evening, The coronavirus is the biggest threat this country has faced for decades…”

So, began Prime Minister Boris Johnson, three years ago. The evening he announced the first lock down - or more accurately, lock up.

Spring.

Yet the memory sits as bitter as the frost of winter.

There was something apocalyptic about that public address.

Something ‘War of the Worlds’.

Because it was a war of the worlds.

Or rather, ‘on’ them.

On MY world.

On YOUR world.

On OUR world.

As we knew it.

But it wasn’t invaders from Mars we had to worry about, but our own corrupt government who were the enemy.

All had their assigned roles.

Johnson, as the jovial fuckwit suddenly made to ‘come of age’ as he faced a so-called unprecedented ‘emergency’.  When he wasn’t doing poor impersonations of Churchill, he was channeling ‘The Lovin Spoonful’, forever telling us he “didn’t want to have to do it”.

The supporting cast of stony faced scientists who bored us rigid with their graphs and slides. Guys like Witty and Vallance whose presentations made a Ceefax revival seem appealing.

Each played their part.

From unelected so-called ‘experts’ like Gates to evil Alan Partridges such as Hancock.

From celebrities like Dolly Parton who ditched integrity quicker than ‘Jolene’ dropped her knickers, to the late Queen who threw her so-called impartiality under the royal carriage, faster than one parts with a posey from a peasant.

Not forgetting Labour who piped up like a porn star “More! Faster! Harder!” at every opportunity.

All were - and remain - culpable.

A population was corralled by fear, torn by love and worn down by confusing and ever changing messaging.

That’s right, both love and fear were utilised during the ‘pandemic’.

First came fear.

The pictures from China of people supposedly dropping dead in the streets.

The looming disaster as foretold in Neil Ferguson’s statistical modelling if we didn’t ‘act quickly’.

The inversion of words to create nonsensical new phrases like ‘social distancing’.

Our Government didn’t so much ‘seed’ fear with their constant scaremongering campaign on TV, radio and social media.

They propagated it as invasive triffids at every opportunity.

Catchy sound bites like  ‘hands, face, space’ burrowed their way as imposing ear worms into the space in our children’s brains where nursery rhymes should have been.

Next, came the weaponising of love.

Love we had for our families  - ‘save granny’.

Love we had for our jobs - by prescribing ridiculous terms under which we could keep them.

Love we had for travel - by telling us we needed to become jabbed to do it.

Love we had for human connection - by replacing it with Zoom and installing perspex screens ‘until we have the vaccine’.

Love we had for our freedom - by seeking to limit where we could go and who with.

Love we had for ourselves - gaslighting us at every opportunity. Constant references being made to us looking after our mental health whilst simultaneously constructing conditions that aggravated stress and anxiety.

Finally, came the phase of division.

Messaging began to veer away from softer language such as ‘reluctance’ and we were catapulted into a grizzly bear pit of  ‘us and them’. 

We became ‘refuseniks’ and ‘anti vaxers’.  Suggestions were made that we should be forcibly injected, have our children taken away.

Masks marked us out as targets better than any badge ever could have. The face covering became a visible symbol and reminder of who was and wasn’t on board. Who was ‘letting down the side’.

MSM ran articles that claimed those ignoring government advice and vaccines were intellectually inept, emotionally barren and politically far right.

And despite all that vilification, some of us still said ‘NO’.

We held our heads high knowing the truth would be revealed. Trusting our gut and own judgment.

The war on my world, on your world is not over.

But we must remember it is first of all, our world.

We share it.

People will continue to have different views despite what they are presented with - and oh boy, have we been presented with a lot!

From the dodgy data and reports of vaccine injury, side effects and death, to the photos of politicians blatantly disregarding their own ‘rules’.

From ‘What’s app’ leaks to evidence that our corrupt leaders’ friends and family profited from awarded contracts and soaring shares in Big Pharma.

From our own observations, watching those we know, line up for booster after booster only to hear of them becoming ill again and again whilst parroting the punchline of the same sick joke;

“But it would have been so much worse if I’d not had the jab.”

I still love all those things I loved in 2020 - freedom, free speech and connection.

And especially, my fellow man.

But we owe it to those who come after us, to give voice to a history we know happened.

A history that won’t be told by ‘trusted sources’ and ‘fact checkers’.

We know that coercion will be painted as camaraderie, because it is happening now.

That politicians will be painted as mere messengers.

That ‘science’ will be painted as a religious doctrine that could not have been deviated from, no matter how many hair pin bends and u-turns it took.

Those who seek to cover up, may possess the bigger brushes but we will paint in the vivid colours of lived human experience.

We will shit on their whitewash with every shade of ‘real’ we endured.

The yellow of their cowardice.

The green of their greed.

The black of their hearts.

The red of blood lost.

Official history will tell the stories of a nation rallying together.

Of clapping at the door and banging pans.

Of rainbows, stickers and ‘sacrifices we all had to make’.

But the other story WILL be told.

And WE will tell it.

Of lockdowns that killed more than they saved.

Of families forever fractured.

Of those who took their own lives such was their panic and isolation.

Of avoidable and deliberately orchestrated deaths in care homes.

Of children who lost massive chunks of education, setting them back years.

Of those damaged by experimental jabs.

Of those refused treatment because they failed to ‘comply’.

Of those who lost their jobs.

And most of all, of how it was never a virus that caused any of these things but rather a puppet WEF government and self appointed panel of cronies who manipulated a malleable public, already softened by years of ‘be kind’ groupthink, disillusioned by a crumbling sense of permanence and the erosion of family values. 

A society resigned to the inadequacies of a once enviable NHS.

We will be heard. It will be said.

More fraud exposed, the truth will spread.

For lies are never put to bed.