“Tales I Tell Myself” Vol.11
An insurrection of mind control
8th March 2023
“Twitter Watch Vol.14”
An Insurrection of mind control
Ahoy-hoy from a near sub zero UK and the light dusting of snow currently falling outside in the once industrial heartland of England. The star date is 8th March 2023 and if I bothered reading the “News” it’s no doubt warning all UK residents that the “Beast from the East” is returning for we are children who only function on ridiculous childlike catchphrases we’ve imported from our American cousins. We give human names, in strict alphabetical order, to storms and hurricanes now too. For we are children and we should be treated as such, lest we have any rational thoughts that we truly are fucked as a species.
I’m a man of the summer hence I despise the winter. My “seasons in the sun” are 25 degrees Celsius, constantly, and the only clouds above me and my Barbadian friends is a constant and thick plume of smoke from the plant of the Gods as we watch the game of the Gods, waves lapping gently ashore on the adjacent beach.
And why not?
I’m also a man of questions and a man who answers his own questions so they become as rhetorical as they immensely annoying. It’s a personal charm I’ve perfected over time. Here’s an example:
Rather than scaring the living piss out of the population with tales of beasts from the east or storms named Linda, or how about The Doomsday Clock they wheel out, once a year, a regular reminder if you will that we’re all going to die in a Nuclear winter much colder than this current one, rather than this, how about that shiny faced person with the calming, soothing, childlike vocal tones on your telescreens just say look, it’s going to be fucking cold for a few days so do your best to stock up with supplies, don’t forget the chocolate and hunker down?
Work? That’s what your home is for silly! Work from there. Hot water bottles on a strict rotation. Light a fire! Have a game of Scrabble! Teach the children a new card game. Close the curtains (or keep them open and watch the snow gently falling). You’ll never feel more alive! Make love with the love of your life! Have long breakfasts and even longer lunches. Treat yourself to some indulgent treats as you binge watch yet another series on Netflix. Take the dogs on elongated walks during the breaks in the weather. Keep telling someone in the family how much you love them. Eat, drink and be merry with those you cherish the most.
We’ll be back in a few days.
And don’t cheat at Scrabble!
Instead, the Evil Empire wails “Insurrection” and “the greatest threat to our democracy since the Civil War” all whilst the “Land of the Free” and paragons of democratic virtue scream for censorship and for everyone to reject the evidence being laid out before their eyes and ears. But there’s little need for such a command anymore. The children of The Matrix will readily agree that 2+2=5 without any further prompting now. They’ve been frightened into acquiescence, their “behaviour changed” and “nudged” to the point whereby a sitting MP and Minister in charge of the nation’s health can admit to wanting to “scare the pants off everyone” during a pandemic that cost the lives of millions around the world and he’s lauded as some kind of figure of fun.
What larks.
There was an insurrection, long before the children were born.
And the mind control continues to spread like a virus.
In the words of Canadian Prime Minster Justin Trudeau, why do we “tolerate these people”?
Why indeed.
There are umpteen phrases in today’s upside down world that gnaw at my bone marrow. One is “Let me be clear” and almost exclusively the preserve of politicians who have no intention whatsoever of being clear. The second is “reading the room” or “to read the room” and even I’m incredibly guilty of this, but not of its use, more the fact I often fail to take the temperature or setting of the room or, on this occasion, my local friendly convenience store. With Bobby and John present, the three amigos often set the world to rights and with a little football chat thrown in for good measure, we’re good for fifteen minutes of escapism from a maddening world. This day, this very recent day before the drifting snowfall that has fallen all of today, I failed to read the room.
I’m continuing to struggle with the now forever absence of a grand old lady who deserved far better than the way she eventually departed this mortal coil. I have images that I cannot shake that haunt me and I desperately miss that dear old soul. Angrily, I pontificated to my fellow amigos that she deserves a semblance of justice with her family seeing the perpetrators of this heinous, unimaginable crime facing the full force of the legal system. I was upset, ranting at those vexatious vermin who laugh their way through the destruction of people’s lives, the very people, lest I remind you, who wanted to “scare the pants off everyone”, one of innumerable text messages now coming to light to tell the sadly small minority of us what we already knew three long years ago.
So I changed tack, reverted to a degree of comedy as I laid out the ludicrous assertion that the “Insurrection” was nothing of the sort let alone the hilarious repeated statements that a bunch of Americans in fancy dress, without a single gun, were going to topple the Establishment of the Evil Empire and its Military Industrial Complex. A threat to the democracy of the USA as bad as the Civil War?
Are you fucking kidding me?
So I changed tack once more, laughing at a sitting USA President calling the Moon. From a landline! In 1969!
What larks!
With very little in the way of laughter coming my way I changed tack for a final time as I floundered from a son’s grief to a staged coup orchestrated by the very people who benefit from such upheaval to the man in the moon on the telephone to Richard Nixon to a soapbox I felt sure would generate a laugh. Here in the UK, and perhaps wherever in the world you read this, we had mobile vaccination centres everywhere and especially so where there was a very real captive audience, namely supermarket car parks. So my tirade continued, chafing at the absurdity of undergoing a procedure with a medicine under emergency use authorisation and with next to zero safety studies. But hey, as long as you’re okay after a 15 minute period you’re home free and welcome to browse inside your local supermarket or perhaps you’d rather treat yourself with a big fat cheeseburger as you sit in the shadow of a white van in which you’ve just trusted your human body to a medicine that was, AND I QUOTE, produced “at the speed of science”, a science that was as “settled” as the horribly inaccurate “safe and effective” balderdash those lying wraiths in expensive suits were ever so keen to reinforce.
“Shall we do the shopping first” I laughed, “or shall we just submit ourselves to an experimental new medicine inside this temporary shack inside an Industrial Estate car park on the side of the busy ring-road that circles the town, and with no, zero, nada, nil, cero, null accountability for the producers of this “medicine”.
“Or shall we just have a cheeseburger first?”
I laughed that at least it would be a delicious final meal but sadly neither John or Bobby joined in with the merriment. I was called “an old cynic”, a compliment I’ll add to the others I hold dear to my heart, but I worried too as my two companions seemed genuinely shocked I was even raising this as a pertinent issue. Maybe I’m wrong (I’m not), but who in their right mind thinks that taking an experimental medicine released under an emergency use authorisation should be conducted in some car park in the shadow of a supermarket?
Then again, if you lock people in their own homes, persecute and prosecute people for going outside.
For a walk.
In the fresh air.
Then request them to “snitch” (and so many Governments around the world used this very word) on their own neighbours, flood the “News” channels with 24–7 details of despair and death and “Newspapers” with paid for advertisements from the Government (using taxpayers money) to continually frighten, “nudge”, “change behaviour” and coerce people that you want to, and intend to, “scare the pants off everyone”, is it any wonder that so many people felt so helpless as to have this medicine before going to Burger King?
To bastardise the words once more of a supposed liberal (stop laughing!) leader (I said stop laughing!) of the “Free World” (stopped laughing yet?)
Why do we “tolerate these people”?
The answer is mind control.
But you’re not ready to accept that notion just yet, and you probably never will.
Well that was yet another fun filled article from my “Twitter Watch” series! Fear not, I understand that you won’t or won’t want to agree with any of the above but hey, here’s the book it’s from and just look at that cover. Isn’t it beautiful?
"Tales I Tell Myself" - link to Amazon
Thanks for reading. I hope this message in a bottle in The Matrix finds you well, prospering, and the right way up in an upside down world.