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Peek-a-Boo Flu…


Big-Bee’s bunker looked like it had been burgled by way of an untidy search…


The rustling and scraping sound emanating from a corner of the room

behind the television-screen suggested that the burglar may very well

have still been about his or her untidy search.


“What the devil…” exclaimed Big-Bee, peering incredulously

around the edge of the television-screen at a now wide-eyed

Teigue-the-Fool seemingly caught red-handed, “…are you up to?”


Teigue thrust the latest edition of The Moon under Big-Bee’s nose.

The front-page headline read, ‘Flu eradicated!’

“It’s not possible to eradicate coronaviruses sire,” said Teigue,

“So, it must be here somewhere.”


“You think I’m hiding a virus in my bunker! Have you gone mad?”

“Not the virus, sire. The announcement that you were intending

to run the Flu and Covid statistics together.”


“Out!” shouted Big-Bee,

his hand shaking uncontrollably, as he pointed to the door.




Big Bee flung open the door to his bunker and glared!

He was a trifle red around the gills.

“What’s up now?” asked Teigue-the Fool.

“Bloody cops, charging and arresting a group of defenceless women!” raged Big Bee.

“Applying your ‘laws’ you mean?”

Big Bee shot Teigue a ‘don’t mess with me in this mood’ sort of look,

which Teigue, as was his wont, completely ignored,

“All protests should be equal before the law,” he smiled.

Big Bee started to growl, menacingly.

“But don’t worry,” continued Teigue, “I have a solution.”

“You do?” said Big Bee, suspiciously.

“I do.”

“Let’s hear it then…”

“Given that a policeman, sorry police person, has been arrested for the murder of the woman whose death has sparked this latest peaceful protest…”


“And that the murder took place after six-pee-em…”

“Go on…”

“We just need a curfew for all police officers after that time to make the streets safe for all women!”

Big Bee buried his head in his hands and started to sob, quietly…









Would you jump off a cliff if the Government asked you to?


I can still remember the mirth when a Soviet commentator

completely ignored a goal by the opposing team in a late seventies world cup match.


Such examples of ‘cognitive dissonance’ are now commonplace in our own media.

Even worse, ‘we’ now habitually peddle fake news and spin stories to fit political bias.


Late seventies footage of Soviet housewives queuing for bread

was the image often resorted to when a need to re-assert our own superiority was necessary.


Our own food bank queues now regularly extend for miles.


None of this is due to a virus but to the government policy implemented to deal with it.


Would you jump off a cliff if the Government asked you to?

Count Jack Black


‘To Vaxx or not to Vaxx’…


“Let’s make sure we are clear… This is not a vaccine. The drug companies are using the term “vaccine” to sneak this thing under public health exemptions. This is not a vaccine.

This is mRNA packaged in a fat envelope that is delivered to a cell. It is a medical device designed to stimulate the human cell into becoming a pathogen creator. It is not a vaccine. Vaccines actually are a legally defined term under public health law; they are a legally defined term under CDC and FDA standards.[1] And the vaccine specifically has to stimulate both the immunity within the person receiving it and it also has to disrupt transmission.

And that is not what this is. Moderna and Pfizer have been abundantly clear in saying that the mRNA strand that is going into the cell is not to stop the transmission, it is a treatment. But if it was discussed as a treatment, it would not get the sympathetic ear of public health authorities because then people would say, “What other treatments are there?”

The use of the term vaccine is unconscionable for both the legal definition and also it is actually the sucker punch to open and free discourse… Moderna was started as a chemotherapy company for cancer, not a vaccine manufacturer for SARSCOV2. If we said we are going to give people prophylactic chemotherapy for the cancer they don’t yet have, we’d be laughed out of the room because it’s a stupid idea. That’s exactly what this is. This is a mechanical device in the form of a very small package of technology that is being inserted into the human system to activate the cell to become a pathogen manufacturing site.

And I refuse to stipulate in any conversations that this is in fact a vaccine issue. It is a medical device, not a drug because it meets the CDRH definition of a device. It is not a living system, it is not a biologic system, it is a physical technology – it happens to just come in the size of a molecular package.

So, we need to be really clear on making sure we don’t fall for their game. Because their game is if we talk about it as a vaccine then we are going to get into a vaccine conversation but this is not, by their own admission, a vaccine.  I get frustrated when I hear activists and lawyers say, “we are going to fight the vaccine”. If you stipulate it’s a vaccine you’ve already lost the battle. It’s not a vaccine.

80% of the people exposed to SARSCOV2 are asymptomatic carriers. 80% of people who get this injected into them experience a clinical adverse event. You are getting injected with a chemical substance to induce illness, not to induce an immuno-transmissive response. In other words, nothing about this is going to stop you from transmitting anything.

When the paymaster for the distribution of information happens to be the industry that’s doing the distributing, we lose. Because the only narrative is the one that will be compensated by the people writing the check. That goes for our politicians… and our media – it has been paid for – if you follow the money you realize there is no non-conflicted voice on any network.”

– Dr. David Martin, Jan 5th 2021.

‘Thick as Thieves’…


Big-Bee re-entered his bunker and appraised the scene.

“I nearly died,” he said taking in the piles of foolscap ‘sky-scrapering’ every available surface.

“There are now many who wish you had,” said Teigue-the-Fool, from behind one of the sky-scrapers.

“Treason is still punishable by death in this country you know,” said Big-Bee.

“So’s genocide,” replied Teigue, cheerfully.

“What is all this, anyway?” said Big-Bee.

“Evidence and affidavits,” said Teigue.

“Evidence of what?” said Big-Bee.

“Government incompetence, mainly,” said Teigue.

“Good job I’m back then,” said Big-Bee, “You’d better fill me in.”

“When asked why our death rate is the highest in Europe, one of your ministers claimed it was because we collect our data differently from other countries.”

“Bugger!” said Big-Bee, “That’s practically an admission of malfeasance.”

“Or an indication we’re less dishonest than the governments of other countries.”

“More honest, yes, I like that,” said Big-Bee.

“Except, when asked the same question another one of your ministers claimed our population was older and more obese than that of other European countries,” continued Teigue.

“Dammit, blaming the people for this mess is not necessarily the best way to go.”

“Nor particularly honest, either,” shrugged Teigue, “Italy has a far older population than we do, and you yourself have recently claimed that our ‘new variant strain’ is more deadly than the original infection.”

“Yes, I did didn’t I,” said Big-Bee puffing himself up, and then noticing Teigue’s expression, “Well, what of it?”

“That’s not how viruses work, sire.”

“What do you mean?”

“They mutate to ensure survival, not annihilation.”

“Who says so?”

“The science of Charles Darwin, says so.”

“Isn’t that Old-Science?” asked Big-Bee.

“Old but still current, sire,” replied Teigue with a weak smile.

“I nearly died,” said Big-Bee.

 “Yes, you said, sire,” said Teigue-the-Fool, and shook his rattle.

One of the paper sky-scrapers shuddered and slid slowly from its desk-top to the floor with a gut-wrenching ‘fallollop’…







Rule of Gelid Eels…


‘You need hands

to hold a little baby…’


‘A face to express

how much you care…’


‘Space to cross

and reach out to others…’


Deep in the bowels of the Dream Factory,

there was a sound of grinding

like unfound gears,

then a metallic clunk, and eventually,

after a long, slow, wheezing descent… silence.


Big Bee crawled from his bunker,

rested a shock of blonde hair on the kerb-stone,

and opened his mouth to gulp in fresh air…


A slither of green mucus fell into the gutter.


Drag On Draconia…




“Not so long ago now, we concerned ourselves with serious cases and death…”


“Now we throw up our arms in horror as the infection rate rises in the inevitable face of our more testing times…”


“It was Old Adolf who championed the idea of ‘Living-Space’. On the back of that slogan he conquered half of Europe and his administration was responsible for the death of millions…”



“It is incumbent upon an elected body of politicians to implement the will of the people. To circumvent that by attempting to dishonestly manipulate the will of the people seems at best questionable, at worst fasci…”



“Shut it!”

“As you desire, Sire.”

“Face-Space-Place” …

‘The Cavalry’?…


‘I remember when I was with Special Forces…

Seems like a thousand centuries ago…

We went into a camp to innoculate the children.

We left the camp after we had innoculated the children for Polio, and this old
man came running after us, and he was crying, he couldn’t say…

We went back there, and they had come and hacked off every innoculated arm.

There they were in a pile… A pile of little arms.

And I remember…I …I …I cried… I wept like some grandmother.

I wanted to tear my teeth out.

I didn’t know what I wanted to do.

And I want to remember it.

I never want to forget it.

I never want to forget…’

Colonel Kurtz, Apocalypse Now!