Got a few other little points to make before I descend in to full on drunken shitposting mode.
Was just talking shit with my mum on the phone the other day. Been health problems here and there and they needed to go in to the surgery at one point. Pretty hard getting to go in to a surgery these days in Bongistan as you HAVE to fill out ze forms first.
Ihre papiere bitte. Oh and only in electronic form. But they made it.
Once there, she told me, there was a new sign above the receptionists desk, well two, actually, but we'll deal with this one first. It said, in BOLD CAPITALS.
WE DO NOT TOLERATE ANY KIND OF FUCKING ABUSE FROM YOU CUNTS AND WE WILL GET YOU SWATTED IF YOU GIVE US ANY SHIT
Paraphrasing, and going from memory, but that is the gist.
What got my mum's goat was the fact that, in over 50 years of going to a doctor's surgery (keep in mind we are not London or A&E) she has never once seen any one ever abusing a doctor or receptionist. She cottoned that it was to do with the 'pandemic' and this was a new form of mind control. She was pissed off.
Oh, the other sign, not on the wall but on the desk, before I forget, said: NO MATTER HOW BAD YOU'RE DAY IS, BELIEVE ME IT WON'T BE AS BAD AS MINE WHEN I HAVE TO DEAL WITH FUCKERS LIKE YOU.
I paraphrase again. But the gist is there.
Now, mumsy is a boomer. A fucking annoying boomer. You know those boomers you heard all the shit about? That's my mum. Multiplied by 10000x. She makes boomers look good. She's a super boomer. A fucking right little cunt of a boomer (sorry mumsy, love ya really). And she is used to a diet of shit and giving that shit out to others when they don't want to accept the boomer shit diet.
But still, that rattled her cage.
She knew what the game was. Emotional blackmail.
Hubby had a potentially life threatening condition, not covid. Got fobbed off with having to phone '111' - 111 fobbed them off. Back to the surgery. Fuck ups. Doctor phones to say sorry. They play the game. It works for many. Most doctor's time is spent phoning up patients to say 'sorry' to those they couldn't fuck off. Cunts.
Can't PL too much more. But in the last few days, my opinion of doctors has reached rock bottom. Hers too. Our family has seen much tragedy. But this is not my blog.
Doctors who were good got pushed out. We're in the fucking rural country for fucks sake. It's not even Londonistan. But it's an old population. A pain in the arse population who are better off dead. As are all the mental cases with suicidal thoughts and ideation. Kill the fuckers off.
Anyway. I suppose what I'm trying to say is this:
All this shit is the modern equivalent of this crap -
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I wonder how many of them have had cancer and late stage heart failure plus broken hips all in one go?
But still, no matter how bad you're day is, it won't be as bad as the shit that a doctor's receptionist has to go through.
It's time to start calling them out for the cunts that they are. We'll get to the fucking doctors next.
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So there is that. Oooh, what else?
Oh yeah, there is now at least a couple of articles a day of people in Bongistan beating each other up over not just NOT wearing a mask, but actually wearing a fucking mask. In one incident, the girlfriend ended up beating the boyfriend up when he started beating other people up for wearing a mask. His rationale? The longer people wear masks, the longer this will go on. I can see his angle. But still, it was nice to see him getting a few clouts from his missus.
People are getting some serious kickings here. I won't bother to link or show the vids. I don't fucking care. But people are cracking.
Basically, if you go out in public and don't wear a mask, you stand a risk of being attacked. And if you go out in public and
do wear a mask, you stand a risk of being attacked.
Man plans, Boris laughs...
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I think if people were genuinely scared and that they saw this was something to be truly feared, then they would self-isolate. We've seen that already. But no one knows anyone who had this shit, and if they did, they were over it in a bit, and if they died, well, they were already on death's doorstep. The high street has just about been raped to death now. There is nothing left. Or there won't be in 6 months. In fact, this thing will ravage all those shops more than even the INTERNET/AMAZON did in 10 years. The Earthquake has popped off, but the Tsunami will only be felt when it reaches the shores from the epicentre.
We now have a mixture of people in society who believe WE'RE ALL GOING TO FUCKING DIE, combined with, NO ONE IS GOING TO FUCKING DIE EXCEPT THOSE TARGETED BY 5G TOWERS.
Some call it 'insanity'. I would not disagree.
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So it looks like the whole country is being closed down bit by bit and no one will be allowed to leave their house by Xmas time. I hope not. My folks have come close to death and they won't be missing their last ever Xmas with their family because of some cunt with 'ambitions'. It may be our last Xmas together. There will be no stopping that. Good luck trying. And I don't even like my family. But fuck me, that's a decision for me to take. Lockdown or no lockdown.
That's another thing, why do they call it 'Lockdown'? - it's not the fucking Andromeda Strain or a fucking political uprising. Why not just call it 'quarantine'? Serious question. 'Lockdown' smacks of insincerity and conditioning and things to come. It's sinister.
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Finally, and this is the big one, got a friend who has been referred for urgent scans, but can't get them, whether NHS or private. He has money. Can only get a Covid test. And it looks bad for him, almost like signs of cancer. Don't want to say too much more. I'm sure it's nothing coz he's a strong fucker with a very successful business. I know how cancer likes to take those people, especially, though. I hope he'll be alright.
Gonna be a lot of people who have no voice who are going to suffer needlessly because of this. Say a little prayer for them if you can.
