I know the perfect mental health place for them. Its called San Francisco. Head honcho is a guy named Newsom and his aunt Nancy is head nurse ratchett.
I admit I was an eejit at first. Then I nearly fainted on a hot day. Saw 2 people walk in without and figured no more - this is craziness. Never did after that and started seeing more and more people. Then I delved down into the rabbit hole and boy was it ever an eye opener - and I started with the government's own website! Disgusting people. Mind you, a friend drove her car with one on and that takes the biscuit of idiocy.
Thankfully I never masked up but it took me a while to double check gov.uk website. When I saw the Guidance (it was labelled Guidance and advice but they have altered it since the buggers) I realised that it was not necessary to follow it even if common sense said no.
I have my lovely uncle and aunt who delivered a birthday card to me, I guess February 2021. They drove round and were not wearing masks. They then put them on when they drove off. What was that all about??!
If you should be interested here's more on masks. I am really thinking about the first few paras about a mask event I saw. My WordPress site.
Interesting - especially when I read about Sussex and my masked driving friend lives there. I'm not sure about here, the Devon bods are quite rebellious in this area, but when it came to scaring them with this clap trap they took it to heart. But then the more people that "rebelled" the more people let go. It seems to be old people. My mum asked when I took her out "shouldn't we have masks on". Nope, not if you want dementia or breathing difficulties or lung issues. She never wore one after that - well, when I was around. She has dementia now though and I wonder how many more will suffer early onset dementia due to lack of oxygen in the brain.
I also checked out the asthma lot. They said yes masks must be worn but you can acclimatise yourself by wearing it for a few minutes each day and gradually increase the time. Hmmm, didn't buy that. Yes, it did say guidance when I looked. But seeing as it was not a problem for those partaying at our expense and doing whatever they pleased - the little International meeting in Cornwall where they stood 6ft apart and masked up - then as they walked off it was hands over the shoulders, side by side, Joe sniffing. Ahem - did you all forget to practice what you preached?
The Sex Pistols - I'm so happy we no longer have a turntable for my husband to pogo himself around the room. Hahaha! For me I think it was my long term people pleaser mode, thankfully now well and truly out the window. A shock for some as I learnt to say NO. And now I'm enjoying being rebellious - it is true freedom!
Halloween night had fallen, and a line of costumed children, giddy with excitement and clutching pillowcases laden with candy, approached the looming house at the end of the street. The door creaked open, revealing Dr. Safe and Effective, dressed as the Grim Reaper, his wide smile both welcoming and ominous. Before the kids could chant their ritual “Trick or Treat!” Safe and Effective leaned forward, and, in an unsettling, sinister tone echoed “Trick or Treat? sending a shiver through the group.
One teenager, bold and cocky, smirked and responded, “Trick! We’ve got more candy than we can carry!” Safe and Effective’s grin widened, his eyes glinting with dark glee. “Very well then,” he said, stepping aside with a grand gesture. “Step inside.”
Unsuspecting a thing – they knew the ‘doctor’ from the neighbourhood, after all -the children crossed the threshold. Inside, the dim lights flickered, casting eerie shadows across the walls. A chilling soundtrack filled the air: distant shrieks, wind howling, creaking doors, and the signature, stabbing violins from Psycho. The atmosphere grew tense, but before they could turn back, Safe and Effective’s henchmen pounced from the shadows, surrounding them.
Each child was seized and strapped into a row of cold, gleaming dentist chairs. Suddenly, blinding lights flooded the room, revealing the ghoulish henchmen, their faces hidden beneath black hoods. One by one, the hoods were lifted, and the children’s eyes widened in terror as they recognized these Merchants of Death. The infamous faces stared back at them, each one grinning with twisted delight. The ‘doctor’ had gathered the elite of Halloween horror: Gates, Collins, Vallance, Whitty, Hancock, Ardern, Trudeau, Farrar and more. Each child faced their own personal Grim Reaper.
If regret were a trophy, these children would’ve won the highest honours. Bound at the wrists and trembling, they watched a figure in a pristine white coat stepped forward: it was Fauci, who welcomed them with a gleeful sneer. “I understand you asked for a trick,” he said. “But tonight, I have something even better – a true Halloween treat.” He paused, savouring the panic spreading across their faces. “There’s been a pandemic of happiness lately, and that simply won’t do. Halloween demands a darker touch.”
At his cue, each henchman stepped forward, brandishing massive syringes adorned with demonic faces, the glass chambers filled with a smoky, toxic-looking serum. “A little dose of safe and effective, just for you,” Fauci continued, chuckling as he savoured their horrified expressions. “You see, there’s another epidemic out there – one of ‘vaccine’ hesitancy. Tonight, we’re going to make believers out of you.”
With a menacing flourish, the henchmen squeezed the plungers, releasing a hiss of sinister vapor that curled into the air like ghostly tendrils. Lightning cracked outside, silhouetting the ‘doctor’s’ house in a stark flash of blue, while maniacal laughter echoed through the room. Fauci’s grin widened as he nodded approvingly. The henchmen advanced, their syringes bubbling with a fiendish concoction – a witch’s toxic brew of hemlock, lizard innards, and bats wings courtesy of the Pfizer cauldron. Then, with a single nod from Fauci, the henchmen plunged the wicked syringes into the arms of the helpless children. Their screams filled the room, mingling with the sinister cackling of Fauci and his minions – a symphony of Halloween horror that echoed through the night.
Out of the 100 children lured into the ‘doctor’s’ lair that night, only one survived: Laura, age nine. Traumatized and forever scarred, she promised her parents she’d never go trick-or-treating again.
The morning brought an eerie calm, and soon enough, the government officials and pharmaceutical executives arrived to shake Safe and Effective and Fauci’s hand. With knowing winks, Big Pharma suggested to the ‘doctor’ and Fauci that next Halloween, they up the chronic illness and reduce the deaths. After all, they reasoned, keeping patients alive just long enough for a lifetime of treatments was simply good business.
And with that, they left the ‘doctor’s’ house to the echoes of sinister laughter and a whisper of, “Happy Halloween.”
Cheers, guv!! I have your article to thank for getting my arse into gear. After reading, I was like, fuk!! I've neglected to use Halloween - the perfect op - to call out the Death Cult!!
The DEMS are trying to place a permanent mask over the FIRST AMENDMENT, stifling the freedoms it guarantees until they wither away, like a child forced to wear an N95 day and night.
I know the perfect mental health place for them. Its called San Francisco. Head honcho is a guy named Newsom and his aunt Nancy is head nurse ratchett.
Ha! glad these horror times are in the rear view. I trust for all time. But never forget.
Never ever.
I admit I was an eejit at first. Then I nearly fainted on a hot day. Saw 2 people walk in without and figured no more - this is craziness. Never did after that and started seeing more and more people. Then I delved down into the rabbit hole and boy was it ever an eye opener - and I started with the government's own website! Disgusting people. Mind you, a friend drove her car with one on and that takes the biscuit of idiocy.
Love those anagrams!
Thankfully I never masked up but it took me a while to double check gov.uk website. When I saw the Guidance (it was labelled Guidance and advice but they have altered it since the buggers) I realised that it was not necessary to follow it even if common sense said no.
I have my lovely uncle and aunt who delivered a birthday card to me, I guess February 2021. They drove round and were not wearing masks. They then put them on when they drove off. What was that all about??!
If you should be interested here's more on masks. I am really thinking about the first few paras about a mask event I saw. My WordPress site.
https://alphaandomegacloud.wordpress.com/2022/01/01/face-nappy-new-year/
Interesting - especially when I read about Sussex and my masked driving friend lives there. I'm not sure about here, the Devon bods are quite rebellious in this area, but when it came to scaring them with this clap trap they took it to heart. But then the more people that "rebelled" the more people let go. It seems to be old people. My mum asked when I took her out "shouldn't we have masks on". Nope, not if you want dementia or breathing difficulties or lung issues. She never wore one after that - well, when I was around. She has dementia now though and I wonder how many more will suffer early onset dementia due to lack of oxygen in the brain.
I also checked out the asthma lot. They said yes masks must be worn but you can acclimatise yourself by wearing it for a few minutes each day and gradually increase the time. Hmmm, didn't buy that. Yes, it did say guidance when I looked. But seeing as it was not a problem for those partaying at our expense and doing whatever they pleased - the little International meeting in Cornwall where they stood 6ft apart and masked up - then as they walked off it was hands over the shoulders, side by side, Joe sniffing. Ahem - did you all forget to practice what you preached?
The Sex Pistols - I'm so happy we no longer have a turntable for my husband to pogo himself around the room. Hahaha! For me I think it was my long term people pleaser mode, thankfully now well and truly out the window. A shock for some as I learnt to say NO. And now I'm enjoying being rebellious - it is true freedom!
Speaking of the freaky Jerry NoNadsler, this is hilarious; Introducing the Mentally Retarded - The Democrats of America :
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VG6gIyubvvk
Utterly priceless, thank you so much heidi.
Republicans: Half as dumb as Democrats! Vote for us! We'll do half the damage!
:):):) Sounds about right!
Happy Halloween
Halloween night had fallen, and a line of costumed children, giddy with excitement and clutching pillowcases laden with candy, approached the looming house at the end of the street. The door creaked open, revealing Dr. Safe and Effective, dressed as the Grim Reaper, his wide smile both welcoming and ominous. Before the kids could chant their ritual “Trick or Treat!” Safe and Effective leaned forward, and, in an unsettling, sinister tone echoed “Trick or Treat? sending a shiver through the group.
One teenager, bold and cocky, smirked and responded, “Trick! We’ve got more candy than we can carry!” Safe and Effective’s grin widened, his eyes glinting with dark glee. “Very well then,” he said, stepping aside with a grand gesture. “Step inside.”
Unsuspecting a thing – they knew the ‘doctor’ from the neighbourhood, after all -the children crossed the threshold. Inside, the dim lights flickered, casting eerie shadows across the walls. A chilling soundtrack filled the air: distant shrieks, wind howling, creaking doors, and the signature, stabbing violins from Psycho. The atmosphere grew tense, but before they could turn back, Safe and Effective’s henchmen pounced from the shadows, surrounding them.
Each child was seized and strapped into a row of cold, gleaming dentist chairs. Suddenly, blinding lights flooded the room, revealing the ghoulish henchmen, their faces hidden beneath black hoods. One by one, the hoods were lifted, and the children’s eyes widened in terror as they recognized these Merchants of Death. The infamous faces stared back at them, each one grinning with twisted delight. The ‘doctor’ had gathered the elite of Halloween horror: Gates, Collins, Vallance, Whitty, Hancock, Ardern, Trudeau, Farrar and more. Each child faced their own personal Grim Reaper.
If regret were a trophy, these children would’ve won the highest honours. Bound at the wrists and trembling, they watched a figure in a pristine white coat stepped forward: it was Fauci, who welcomed them with a gleeful sneer. “I understand you asked for a trick,” he said. “But tonight, I have something even better – a true Halloween treat.” He paused, savouring the panic spreading across their faces. “There’s been a pandemic of happiness lately, and that simply won’t do. Halloween demands a darker touch.”
At his cue, each henchman stepped forward, brandishing massive syringes adorned with demonic faces, the glass chambers filled with a smoky, toxic-looking serum. “A little dose of safe and effective, just for you,” Fauci continued, chuckling as he savoured their horrified expressions. “You see, there’s another epidemic out there – one of ‘vaccine’ hesitancy. Tonight, we’re going to make believers out of you.”
With a menacing flourish, the henchmen squeezed the plungers, releasing a hiss of sinister vapor that curled into the air like ghostly tendrils. Lightning cracked outside, silhouetting the ‘doctor’s’ house in a stark flash of blue, while maniacal laughter echoed through the room. Fauci’s grin widened as he nodded approvingly. The henchmen advanced, their syringes bubbling with a fiendish concoction – a witch’s toxic brew of hemlock, lizard innards, and bats wings courtesy of the Pfizer cauldron. Then, with a single nod from Fauci, the henchmen plunged the wicked syringes into the arms of the helpless children. Their screams filled the room, mingling with the sinister cackling of Fauci and his minions – a symphony of Halloween horror that echoed through the night.
Out of the 100 children lured into the ‘doctor’s’ lair that night, only one survived: Laura, age nine. Traumatized and forever scarred, she promised her parents she’d never go trick-or-treating again.
The morning brought an eerie calm, and soon enough, the government officials and pharmaceutical executives arrived to shake Safe and Effective and Fauci’s hand. With knowing winks, Big Pharma suggested to the ‘doctor’ and Fauci that next Halloween, they up the chronic illness and reduce the deaths. After all, they reasoned, keeping patients alive just long enough for a lifetime of treatments was simply good business.
And with that, they left the ‘doctor’s’ house to the echoes of sinister laughter and a whisper of, “Happy Halloween.”
Ghoulishly Good that is. The reality is the same only sanitised. :(
Cheers, guv!! I have your article to thank for getting my arse into gear. After reading, I was like, fuk!! I've neglected to use Halloween - the perfect op - to call out the Death Cult!!
The DEMS are trying to place a permanent mask over the FIRST AMENDMENT, stifling the freedoms it guarantees until they wither away, like a child forced to wear an N95 day and night.