Gemini2. Sometimes more is more. Two chubby chappies for the price of one. Lovely. Two Snakes of Tindalos. Groovy! Two Bulky Ancestors… Well, that’s beyond spiffingness, innit. Have a grand week.

Questions, Questions. It’s as the cat says. No point. Waste of time. No matter how right your question is if it doesn’t suit Them and their servile media to answer it, or, more to the point, answer it truthfully, then They won’t. And there’s little point in seeking answers elsewhere (and there are plenty of trustworthy “wheres” out there, believe me). You’ll only end up with a lot of righteously groovy answers and … nowhere to go with them. Have a sponditious week.

G

Message. (New Series: Bottled Messages. No.1.) I have always dreamed of finding a message in a bottle. Two days ago I found one. In the rain water bucket outside my garden door. It came in a double bottle, look you. And a very good message it was, too. Unfortunately I can’t share it with you because a postscript informed me that it was creature-specific and extremely classified, very hush-hush. Too bad. So I’m posting a picture of the vessels and of Bubbles and BoomBoom in enraptured contemplation of the containers. You may say hello to Bubbles and BoomBoom. They always welcome cheery words and so on. You may also send them Smarties. They’d like that VERY much. Have a grand weekend, stay in the shade, drink lots of water and don’t waste any worrying energy on the impending Tory leadership “election”. Just assume we’ll end up with someone even worse that Bojo. Remember: A cada bugada es perd un llençol…

Fat Totem.
This fat little beastie totemic
Merry, subtle and polemic
Has witchings and jujus aplenty
Because of his modus vivendi:
Batty, gainly and ecumenic.

This plump little creature sublime,
A totem who’s now in his prime,
Has magic and purges galore
That will thrill and shake your core
And rid you of all mental grime.

(This chubby organism totemic
Is trying to start a pandemic
Of sweet rebel anarchism
Even if that means a schism
With some pompous academic.)

Making a Point. Pick a point. Any point. Make it a good one, though; one with brass knobs on and attendant dancing fireflies. Argue it clearly, cogently and free of jargon. Back your evidence with forensic precision and solid, easily provable facts. Put some passion into your delivery but don’t drift into messianic hysteria. There. You’ll have been wasting your time and breath.
For if your argument runs contrary to the mainstream doctrine, the prevailing Group-Thought of the moment, it could be delivered by God himself, on an all-channels prime-time TV stunt and still it wouldn’t cut any ice with either Joe Public or with the Masters of the Universe (aka Them).
Because if the Good Shepherds say that Covid-19 was worse than all the plages of Egypt put together, or that Putin, personally, poisoned the Skripals and invaded Ukraine just for the Hell of it, or that we live in a democracy, then that’s what the WeThePeople will believe and bleat back at you and to anyone else foolish enough to back you up.
And you’ll be called all sort of unpleasant names into the bargain. And in some cases burnt at the stake on the local Common. Now you know.
Have a spiffing life.