GET BOOSTED. Stamped on all my Christmas cards. Yours? Flashing on signs above motorways. Have you noticed? A text from NHSbooster sent to my personal phone on Boxing Day, ‘GET BOOSTED NOW’. My family received the same. Did you? Then, on Instagram, an alert from ‘Politics For All’: ‘Breaking: Door-to-door teams armed with Covid jabs will be sent to the homes of the UNVACCINATED – in plans being considered by Ministers.’. No words – though, nothing should surprise us anymore. However, that which, perhaps, resonates with me most is the following ‘promise’ – threat, even – in Monday’s Metro (don’t quote me!): ‘While all of this is promising news, it’s worth noting that whatever level of immunity you may have against Covid – even if you do not fall into the above category of having never been infected despite exposure – that doesn’t mean you won’t get it at some point.’ Gee, thanks!
Seriously, if the virus doesn’t get you, the ever-increasing rhetoric of doom will! Threatening to bang on one’s door, now, syringe in hand? That is harassment. No, worse, it is intimidation. Meanwhile, the insane continue to think this is sane? Come on! I have always maintained that the scariest part of all this – the most frightening revelation at the end of almost two whole years of indoctrination – is the blind acceptance of the masses; the willingness to follow rather than to question; the apathy which manifests as trust when, in reality, it is just a desperation to conform, unwilling to break the shackles. I have never understood it – nor will I – but there is a tendency, consequently, to feel like a visitor to the planet; like someone looking in. All those years of talk of those little green men, aliens in search of intelligent life, and I feel as though I, myself, have been recruited! Hang on a minute, though, that makes perfect sense …
I’m tired of it all. I’m tired of the division, the anger but, more than anything, I’m tired of being insulted. My gut told me, from the beginning, that something wasn’t right. Eighteen months ago, the vaccine was heralded as another Messiah and, quite rightly, the alarm bells began to peel. A vaccine – a safe one – takes years to develop affording data on potential long-term side-effects. Ten months this one took. Ten months! All been said – and, by most, ignored. Meanwhile, as the hype was ramped up, I followed my doubts, irritated but unaffected by the constant scaremongering of the mainstream media. There were, and are, plenty of doctors, medical experts and scientists who have fought to speak up as to the dangers of this unlicenced ‘vaccine’. Subject to blatant censoring – which, in turn, speaks for itself – they have found alternative outlets and platforms through which to speak and thank God for them. Not on the Government or mainstream media payroll, not on any Big Pharma Boards, nor shareholders in any of the aforementioned, what do they have to gain? Nothing. In fact, many have lost their jobs and their livelihood – and why would that be? No threat to the public, if these ‘vaccines’ were, indeed, safe – and effective – any criticism or doubts would be inconsequential. Of course, some may choose to listen and remain unvaccinated but that is their prerogative. Age old. So what? Has everyone had the flu vaccination? No vaccine is – or has been – mandatory for the general public in the past. Yes, Yellow Fever has been banded about, necessary for travelling to parts of Africa, but that is inherent in one’s choice to go to Africa! Hepatitis B? Yes, for certain sectors of the NHS but, again, that is inherent in one’s choice of job …
I have to leave this subject. My God, it has engulfed each and every one of us for the last two years but I find myself repeatedly justifying my anger, frustration and my very real fear! That fear, as I said, stems from the realisation that most are – and have been – susceptible to the scaremongering; the brainwashing. No thought for the Government Emergency Legislation which enabled the roll out of an unlicensed ‘vaccine’ – nor its continual extension. No thought for the pre-empted change in legislation to ensure no liability for Big Pharma in the event of the inevitable injuries and fatalities resulting from an insufficiently tested ‘vaccine’; in fact, an mRNA vaccine – entirely new. Gene therapy?! No questioning of the ongoing dominance of this virus – daily manipulated figures and stats projected through every mainstream media orifice – with no mention of the thousands of injuries and fatalities. Ignored. Moreover, cancer, heart disease, every other illness ignored! Where are the GPs? Why? Is everybody else asleep?! Brainwashed? What? This is what I cannot understand. This is what fires my fear …
Two vaccinations for freedom. Whoops! Two vaccinations and a booster? Pfizer or Moderna. You haven’t had these previously? No matter. In the words of Sajid Javid in response to a member of the public questioning that very thing: ‘So what? How about you show some respect for the NHS.’ Sorry? How dare he? A very good – and justifiable – question met with a very rattled response. It gets worse, though … apparently, the booster’s protection has a lifespan of about 10 weeks and then … and then … and then? Brilliant! Ad infinitam. These ‘vaccines’ do work, though – if you aren’t one of the ‘rare’ thousands unfortunate enough to be injured, fatally or otherwise? What a silly question! Yes, one can still catch COVID-19 and, yes, one can still transmit it to other people but, supposedly, it protects one from severe symptoms and hospitalisation. Does it? Not what I have heard – first hand – and, moreover, who knows whether mild symptoms are due to the protection of the ‘vaccine’ or whether one is just lucky enough to have an effective natural immune system? Some people catch flu. Some people don’t. Some people die from flu. Some people don’t … There is nothing certain in any of this but the enforced indoctrination, the scaremongering/brainwashing and the desperation for all to be vaccinated? Come on! Why do so many not care?!
The clock is ticking towards 2022. Apologies for those who are bored by my tirades but I shall never understand what has happened here – the apathy. I have an old friend who falls into the vulnerable category and whom I have not seen for a very long time. She has been in Edinburgh since before Christmas – and seeing select vaccinated friends – but has never suggested coming here, or me, there. She claimed my views had no bearing but, clearly, that is not so. She is afraid that she may catch the virus from me … Firstly, I would never choose to endanger her health – I would have met her outside – but, moreover, those who are vaccinated can still carry and transmit the virus. No difference. How sad. Wasted time. Reflecting on all those who died in care homes, alone, deprived of family, wasted time must, surely, be the greatest regret? For, without family and friends, just what is the point?
I must replenish my glass. It is, now, 8.45pm. I intended a humorous end to 2021 but, clearly, it is not deserving of one. I read, today, that this December is to go on record as the dullest in 65 years with only 26.6 hours of sunlight across the entire country. No surprise. It has been a year filled with doom and gloom, subject to the control of governments worthy of no respect. Deprived of both normality and certainty, we have, all, lived in differing degrees of anxiety and fear. As the mainstream media continues to scaremonger, there seems no prospect of an end. Travel? If ever again. The world is divided – remember Brexit? – as the UK descends the popularity scales. Division and isolation. Separate and divide – known to weaken. My God, I hardly recognise this world in 2021! While I welcome 2022, there is little room for optimism. All the more reason to hold those one loves close. Appreciate them. Spend time with them. Pray for their good health and happiness for, at the end of the day, there is nothing more important. In the words of Perry Como, ‘The book of life is brief …’. Never forget. Make memories and cherish them. Most of all, though, remember the greatest armour of all – humour! There is humour in all things and, you know what, if you don’t laugh, you cry!
To 2022, my best-selling memoir – ‘I Should Have Married a Vet!’ – and my country estate. Never forget the power of dreams, either …
‘You’re only given a little spark of madness and, if you lose that, you’re nothing.’
Robin Williams
Holding on. Happy New Year to one and all!
This is Trish, signing off.
