Month: June 2020

Criminal Waste

Air Farce One.  For my good mate don Ricardo Hinks, alias the Professor, who send me the revealing link in the first place. Look! Even old Mother Chaos is in extra turmoil and Yog-Sothoth is alarmed by such psychopathic display of idiocy. Ay que dolor!… 🙂

The link that originated this here doodle:

https://www.msn.com/en-gb/news/uknews/paint-job-on-boris-johnsons-plane-will-cost-taxpayer-c2-a3900000/ar-BB15CiEQ

And here’s a nice wee link to more of what’s coming:

https://www.psypost.org/2020/06/psychopathic-traits-linked-to-non-compliance-with-social-distancing-guidelines-amid-the-coronavirus-pandemic-56980


Seasonal Points

Peaks & Troughs. Here you go. Have a lovely Solstice even if there’s little cause for celebration. I’m sure we can fin something to make whoopy about. And here’s a wee bit of apocalyptic gossip to make you smile: The world is due to end tomorrow, June21st. Apparently the readers of the Maya prophecy read the calendars (which one I’m not sure) and got it all wrong for 2012, so the End Is Nigher that we thought. Have fun!


TimeMarks

Pre-Solstice 2020. Dig out the teddy bears! Pile up the lemon ice cream! Sharpen your dentures! Dark times are coming and the Tories are not going anywhere any time soon -which is why dark times are coming. Still, resistance is not futile. Keep chipping at the boulder. Solstice card proper soon come. Hugs and rockets.


Jiggery Pokery

The Great Hong Kong Swindle. Here are the threatened Squiggles with a home truth or two, poor darlings. Actually, it is 1,500.000 citizens. But really it doesn’t matter. One million or one, he has no intention of granting a single solitary passport to nobody nohow. It’s just another of those pathetic exercises in that China-Bashing I predicted right at the start of this pantomime pandemic caper; a direct command from the Masters of The Universe’s own Meat Puppets. Because that’s what globalization is, innit? Monkey see, monkey do. What fun!:-(
The whole aim of practical politics is to keep the populace alarmed (and hence clamorous to be led to safety) by menacing it with an endless series of hobgoblins, all of them imaginary.
H.L. Mencken