Life is a Cabaret, old chum

The classic movie was set in Berlin in 1931 as the Nazis were rising to power. I never found it to be a particularly uplifting movie, nor could I discern any great human insight from it, but it is curiously addictive for all its bleakness and depiction of human dysfunction.

Well, we’re certainly living in dysfunctional times now aren’t we? And then some. We’re all just players in some weird covid cabaret that is being played out around us - whilst the spectre of jack-booted authoritarian rule hangs over us.

And it is deeply weird.

Nearly two years into this “pandemic” - this thing that has caused a little blip in age-adjusted all-cause mortality - and so many people are still caught up in all the unnecessary drama of it all.

It’s mostly being driven by fear-propaganda. Most of which is the most outrageous unscientific drivel you could possibly imagine. I still haven’t worked out why - but it’s really quite clear that the politicians themselves are not personally afraid - they just want everyone else to be afraid, for some reason.

The only emergency measure we actually need right now is psychiatric help for those still afraid of covid.

You have people with 3 shots of the Glorious Goo, who believe they are now safe from covid, but who still won’t sit next to an unvaccinated person.

If I had 3 shots of a smallpox vaccine in a year, and still caught smallpox, don’t you think I might be justified in asking one or two questions?

There have been so many clear and level-headed scientists, doctors and data analysts pointing out all sorts of problems and inconsistencies with the officially-approved narrative, too many to even keep track of now, but they have been ignored in favour of a narrative that only heads in one direction; fear, panic, and paranoia.

It’s like a lot of people actually want to be afraid, to live in a perpetual state of worry and panic. Lots of people, right now, appear to be calling for immediate lockdowns and restrictions to “save us all”. Save us all from what, I wonder?

I think we need saving - but not from covid. We need saving from this psychotic delusion that has spread amongst us. This is no way to live. Covid is real, and serious for some, but we can’t keep being held hostage by the relatively few unfortunate instances - as tragic as they are for those involved.

We’ve been told that the dread Omicron is rampaging through the population like some viral Casanova thrusting its horribly mutated spike into everyone it meets. No titillating and delicious foreplay here - just a straight wham, bam, thank you ma’am for our Omicron.

2 full doses of the Glorious Goo won’t be enough. But, relax, take another shot of exactly the same stuff, giving you exactly the same antibodies as before, and it’ll work this time - we promise. We spoke to “scientists” and they told us it will work this time.

Perhaps they spoke to scientists like this

This guy’s not interested in science is he? He’s interested in the value of his stock options. It’s so ludicrous, and obvious, now. I can only imagine there’s a competition going on to see who can get away with the most ridiculous thing they can say on mainstream media.

I wonder, too, about conversations post-Christmas:
“What did you get for Christmas”
“A little myocarditis, some blood clots, and a touch of Bell’s palsy. How about you?”

Remember folks : a booster is not just for Christmas - it'll mess up the rest of your life too

More people do seem to be waking up to the nonsense, but so many are still caught up in the utterly surreal and bizarre cabaret that’s going on.

One thing that’s interesting is how our relationship with disease has utterly changed over the last 2 years. We’ve been programmed to fear as never before. When was the last time (pre-covid) you heard anyone express real fear over flu? I’m sure there were some - but with covid it is out of control and has exceeded any kind of rational bound.

Life might be a cabaret, but we really do need to go back to normal (proper normal - not this new made up bollocks they’re trying to force upon us). We need to start living again. Dangers are all around us - they always have been - but 3 months of watching Netflix is really not much of a substitute for a well-lived life is it?

Here’s a brilliant poem by Linda Ellis - it’s The Dash Poem :

I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend
He referred to the dates on the tombstone
From the beginning...to the end

He noted that first came the date of birth
And spoke the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years

For that dash represents all the time
That they spent alive on earth.
And now only those who loved them
Know what that little line is worth

For it matters not, how much we own,
The cars...the house...the cash.
What matters is how we live and love
And how we spend our dash.

So, think about this long and hard.
Are there things you'd like to change?
For you never know how much time is left
That can still be rearranged.

If we could just slow down enough
To consider what's true and real
And always try to understand
The way other people feel.

And be less quick to anger
And show appreciation more
And love the people in our lives
Like we've never loved before.

If we treat each other with respect
And more often wear a smile,
Remembering this special dash
Might only last a little while

So, when your eulogy is being read
With your life's actions to rehash...
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent YOUR dash?

I absolutely don’t want my “dash” to be spent living in fear. Do you?

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