Bohemian Jab-sody

The word Bohemian, according to a quick online search, means : socially unconventional in an artistic way.

The last couple of years have most definitely been socially unconventional, to say the least. And, I suppose, if you think hitting someone over the head with a club qualifies as “artistic”, we can allow that too.

I find the words to the classic song Bohemian Rhapsody curiously apt. With very little modification, here’s the opening:

Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landside,
No escape from (sur)reality

Many of us wake up every day wondering what fresh hell is this? Our wonderment at the absurdity of it all is only surpassed by the anger at the destruction wrought by our response to covid - the collateral damage, if you like.

Later on in the song, when things start picking up, and just before us old rockers start head-banging, there’s the part that seems so prophetic:

Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go
Bismillah! No, we will not let you go
(Let him go!)
Bismillah! We will not let you go
(Let him go!)
Bismillah! We will not let you go
(Let me go)
Will not let you go
(Let me go)
(Never) Never let you go
(Let me go)
(Never) let you go
(Let me go) Ah
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia, let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me,
For me . . .

The unholy alliance between governments and pharma appears to have us in its clutches - and they sure as hell don’t want to let us go, do they?

They’re still banging all the drums they have in an insane and deranging cacophony.

Lockdown, mask, lockdown, mask, socially distance, one-way, one way, vaccine this and vaccine that, mandate, mandate, fuck the unvaxxed.

That last sentence sounded better in my head with a bit of rhythm and the drummer from the Muppets.

As it’s close to the end of the year I had thought about writing a kind of summary and having a stab at a few predictions - but I literally have no idea how everything is going to play out in 2022. Part of me thinks “it can’t be worse, surely?”, but I really wouldn’t bet the farm on that.

Although I do try to poke a lot of fun at things, underneath it all is a profound sadness, and a profound anger. So much (and maybe all) of what we’ve done has been senseless, needless and, even worse, damaging.

The “safe and effective” vaccines have turned out to be not so safe and not so effective, after all. It’s too big to hide now - although those who lovingly gaze with adoring eyes at the Divine Hypodermic of Salvation would probably beg to differ. These once-human cacti have been boosted so much they have the Glorious Goo squirting out of every orifice.

It’s heart-breaking. Whilst Big Pharma as an overall entity is probably not something I’d hold up as a particularly stellar example of morality, there are lots of people working for these organizations who are not motivated principally by greed, but by a genuine desire to improve our health. I’m sure the thousands of scientists working on the vaccines really did want to create a safe and effective product.

They failed, but our opprobrium shouldn’t be directed at the scientists. It needs to be directed at those who engineered the insane vaccine lust that has allowed the unscrupulous to profit from a dangerous and ineffective product.

We never were in any real kind of “emergency”, but this is the pretext by which all sorts of morally questionable things have been imposed. It’s the same pretext which has allowed the Goo generators to have zero liability for the juice of despair. The needless and damaging restrictions and measures could only be lifted, they told us, when the Messiah, Vaxxus, arrived. The Goo was our one and only Saviour. Nothing short of the divine intervention of Big Pharma could save us.

The vaccines haven’t saved us. I think they’ve made things worse. It’s kind of obvious to those whose eyes haven’t been Pfizered shut, that the Goo is having a serious impact on people’s hearts. It’s having a physical impact and a spiritual impact. Not only has it buggered up our tickers, it has also seriously buggered up our moral compass.

That’s just one thing we know about that has become too big to hide now. The attempts to explain this away in the media have been bizarre and transparent. Here’s some of the things we’ve seen in the media that have been offered as “explanations” of the rise in heart problems:

• cold weather

• climate change

• post-pandemic- stress-disorder (PPSD)

• missing breakfast

• too much freedom

If you had to do a double-take at those last two items, I don’t blame you. But, yes, these have been proffered as explanations.

They must have some meeting beforehand to think up some new things - anything except words beginning with the letter ‘V’.

We shouldn’t be too surprised in these Bohemian times, though. I still recall the interview with a “professor” who was railing against joggers who didn’t wear masks. During their morning jog they might kill that sweet dear old lady walking her dog, opined the august prof. She then went on to say that she could feel the breath of people walking past - or something similar.

In 2019 we would have offered such a person counselling. Today, however, we ask them to air their views on national TV.

Such are the “scientists” we are bludgeoned into following.

I had a great Christmas with family - everything to excess. I hope you all had a great Christmas break too. A little excess and indulgence is appropriate at Christmas. But the last 2 years have seen a wholly inappropriate excess that has permeated everything. Socially unconventional, or Bohemian, is far too kind a phrasing to describe what has been an unmitigated disaster.

There is no sense in which the ‘pandemic’ or the virus itself was “unprecedented”. Our grotesquely disproportionate response to it, however, has been truly unprecedented.

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