I'm dreaming of a covid Christmas . . .

. . . just like the ones we never had

As we hurtle towards the season of good will and cheer, a time when our hearts are opened to others and we remember friends, family and those less fortunate than ourselves, let us not forget what Father Covidmas might be bringing in with him.

Omicron, the mother of all variants, which causes an exponential growth in lunacy and medical fascism, has arrived. From whence it came no one knows, but why not blame Africa? Those buggers steadfastly refuse to get vaccinated - or suffer much from covid. Let’s teach them a lesson eh?

When did our good and charitable hearts change from “Feed the World” - and asking “Do they know it’s Christmas?” - to Jab the World and “Don’t they know there’s a pandemic?”

The only people allowed to have parties this year are governments and the elite. The UK government have been having parties throughout - but their Christmas one last year hurt the most. During a bad seasonal outbreak in Winter 2020, there they were, stuffing scotch eggs in their smiling un-masked faces, whilst stuffing us in an entirely different orifice.

But politicians are paid to be liars and hypocrites - it’s their job. They do it rather well - let’s give them credit for that. Their one-rule-for-us attitude does rankle - but the country did vote them in, after all.

What’s most important to realise, however, is not the hypocrisy or their ability to laugh whilst we suffer.

No - it’s the fact they clearly weren’t worried at all about this super-duper deadly, jolly awful, fight them on the beaches, virus

Let that sink in. Ignore their words - they talk shite - we know that. Look at their actions. These are not the actions of people particularly terrified they’re going to be struck down by some deadly plague are they?

This should tell you all you need to know about the covid “crisis”.

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