expiring on March 25th
It's Friday next week, voting days before. So too little time for news to percolate/ create fear hence no time for any "mutant ninja turtle strain" to spring up it is presently "all quiet on the variant front".
re: womens safety narrative. Cycle has moved on, it's a dead donkey, until the perp is in court.
Re: miraculous 3rd wave of "cases" , again too little time to percolate/ create fear. Dr Fuck-witty has left it too late for that.
re; Will Bojo and Co just extend without giving a hoot at all whether the data justifies it?
no need see below. It's going to cause a shit storm.
re:Could we see the protests against the met. No that's a dead donkey already. just hurt feelings, no news in that.
re:Or shock horror will the act be left to expire. no need. The act has a two-year time limit that may be shortened or lengthened by six months at ministerial discretion.
"Cases" and "Schools".
With more and more asymptomatic LFD testing combined with the false positive rate (0.32%) is going to cause a spike in "cases".
Even now its roughly 1 million a day (the majority of UK tests are now LFD....) which gives about 3,200 even if there is no covid at all present due to the false positives.
Step that up with schools and its easy to get 5-6000 a day false positives. So lots of "cases" you can never reduce so restrictions that can never end.
They don't even need variants any more. The idiotic testing regime does it for them.
For what it’s worth here’s my thoughts along the lines of Jackanory as to be honest 12 months ago where things are now would have been a most stupid story..but alas, here we are..So in honour of the ‘Story’ so brilliantly peddled by the Government Puppets creating machiavellian fact from fiction and hoodwinking so many, I couldn’t help but adopt a similar reductionist way of thinking..
Once upon time their was a ‘the road map’.. this roadmap will pan out over the coming months giving the Sheeple a fresh field of green grass to gorge themselves on, run around and forget about the last 12months of living in the Sheds. Amongst all the chewing will be salutations to the Great Shepard and its dogs for keeping them, other sheeple and the National Vet Service protected. They’ll bleet on about the wonders of getting dipped in a miracle disinfectant allowing them to brandish the newly inked numbers on their backs and so grateful for a fresh field to holiday in, chew the cud and meet up as part of a collective bleet of worship to the big silver metal shed at the top end of the field. Within a short period of time once the sheeple have gorged themselves on the grass and had plenty of good shits, probably around the end of July into August, the strange looking person from the big silver metal shed will be overhead (talking about excel spreadsheets, windows 7 and the need to follow scientific models again) by some dumb sheeple rubbing their backs against the barbed wire fence like they did in the good ol’days, that due to non-sheeple a new strain of killer foot rot that’s so virolant even a fart can transmit it is being spread by these unclean heathens. Very quickly the once tranquil picture perfect field of sheeple becomes a scene of panic and hysterical bleeting. The Shepard and its dogs will round them up and order that they wear face masks and also arsehole masks. The Sheeple will stand motionless gazing hypnotically at the strange looking person from the big silver metal shed for (s)he* is their salvation. After a short time thé Shepard and its dogs will announce that a new form of disinfectant has been created and freedom awaits in the big silver metal shed. The Sheeple won’t be able to que up quick enough and one by one they’ll head to the entrance doors of the big silver metal shed where they’ll be told to wait as only one can go in at a time. As they wait outside a faint single short sharp ‘crack’ sound will be heard. ‘Coincidentally’, after each ‘crack’ the door opens and the strange looking person with ‘Chief Vet’ embossed on their plastic coveralls guides another Sheeple into the Shed. The Sheeple makes its way to through a metal gate into a small stall with a gap at the end just big enough to put its head through. The Sheeple thinks nothing of it, totally unaware of what’s really happening, already thinking of the next green lush grassy field once all this is ‘over’. The Sheeple doesn’t even register within its now dumbed down mediocre brainwashed excuse of mind that took the best part of 5 billion years to evolve yet only 12 months to dissolve the significance of the captive bolt gun know being placed on its head by the Chief Vet. All in time for the autumn harvest around September, October when the dipped sheeple will start keeling over and the fields will be shut off again to all but those with ID tags now in their ears. The End.
Meanwhile, the rest of us will somehow try and navigate through it like we’ve done the last 12 months, but maybe with an increased focus on practical networks of support and effective resistance.
Disclaimer: No sheeple were hurt in this story. No science was followed. No disinfectant used. No PCR testing was undertaken. No graphs or spreadsheets were injured. No anti-anything was suggested as the author asserts their ‘pro choice’ position protected under international law. No dogs, Shepard’s or vets were hurt. No gender affiliation was suggested. No grass was hurt either.
This post is worthy of a Nobel prize for literature Fudge, fine work 👍
Love it fudge..sadly it's the reality and not jackonory unfortunately..a great post though 😊
