As expected, the British government has finally imposed a lock-down, turning homes into prisons and turning power-walking grandmas into hunted escapees.
It feel like the bandwagon just road through town and passed out tinfoil hats to people who are ill-equipped in the art of processing the typical disturbing information that always accompanies a juicy conspiracy theory.
Nothing grinds my gears more than all these new-crazies running around yelling: “The sky is falling!”
I know the sky is falling, I’m old-crazy!
But that doesn’t mean that you should be buying up all the toilet paper as if it’s your new currency. Seriously, what the hell do you plan to do with ten crates of toilet paper? Dress up like mummies? While the rest of us die from rotten ass syndrome?
Batteries, lighters and medicine: these items have a proven track record for helping barterers survive during the dark period when a country collapses; not fucking toilet paper!
I’m really concerned that if I turn my back on all these new-crazies, they’ll begin misappropriating even more of my culture, like: Tartaria, flat earth, Dr Fredrick Klenner, and how we’re really living in the tenth century.
I honestly can’t believe that coronavirus was the straw that finally broke the public’s back and transformed every soccer-mom into an Alex-Jones-style nut-job. Let’s face facts, coronavirus is just swine flu with a better publicist and more paparazzi.
And this is coming from the guy who always holds his breath to the point of blacking out, just because he heard a stranger coughing near him on the bus. Seriously, have you seen some of these retched souls who ride the bus? They look as though they were picked up from the black death side of Britain, with their crackling Christmas coughs sounding far worse than anything that the Corona Company could ever brew up.
I know I’m not perfect, because every time we arrive at an out-patient appointment, Sarah starts durdening:
“Rule number one! Never go to the toilet in a hospital! - Rule number two! Keep your hands away from your face!”
Now, I don’t know what planet she’s living on, where bladders of steel are handed out with draft cards, but in my world, people are just one scary needle away from pissing themselves.
And how the fuck am I supposed to avoid touching my face? Just the thought of not touching it creates an obsession that must be satisfied, repeatedly, like a wrinkled blind man attempting to remember what he looked like in his youth.
Sure, I’ve had a sore throat, but that’s just psychosomatic! During our last visit, my subconscious was invaded by the terror-stricken faces of the blue-mask-wearers, as I picked morsels of delicious bacon from the hospital furniture and pieced my dribbling BLT sandwich back together.
So here we are, the mainstream has hijacked another perfectly good conspiracy theory and now they’re telling us that we can’t even go outside, thus creating two far more deadly illnesses: poverty and cabin-fever.
Seriously, we’ve all seen The Shinning... How much danger do they think Sarah can handle?
God I hate new-crazies!
Let’s not forget, these are the same assholes that show up late to every birthday party, only to tell you not to cut the cake, because they vaccinated their kids into droopy-eyed, little zombies that foam at the mouth with the mere mention of a peanut and somehow, these are the idiots running the show!?
Well, I’ve got other plans: when their fear and paranoia reaches duck-and-cover levels, I’m going door to door, banging on their windows, yelling: “I got the virus and I’m coming in!... Unless you toss down some food, jewellery and all your toilet paper!”
Then I’ll proceed to roll their house with all their precious ass wipe, while they wish curses on me from the windows above, what fun!
Halloween will be everyday and I’m going as a monster.
Then, when their fear subsides and they’re left with the haunting reality, that they were duped by another Y2K, it will be too late; Sarah and me will finally be living the British dream, filled with crumpets, cockles and Yorkshire puddings.
just read prince Charles tested positive, and I thought of you so... is that a hoax what is going on today there?
To be honest, I haven't paid any attention to the news, but I think I already had the coronavirus or an earlier strain. In December there was an outbreak in Nottingham of some illness that was absolutely brutal and it fit with all the same symptoms.
When the fever kicked in, I megadosed Vitamin C for two weeks to avoid all the symptoms, but a few weeks later it tried to come back, so I megadosed the shit out of it again and it finally ended. I heard that people who weren't megadosing were in agony for five weeks.
This is the image that came into my mind when I read that:
Uhh, the 'late to the birthday' part of the rant made me almost spit out my coffee bwa hahahaaa :) Glad you're keeping your beautiful sense of dark humour through all life is throwing at you!
Thank you, that picture is great!
All I can do is laugh and a complete overhaul of my eating habits, because I'm suppose to be walking, but the government is cracking down on that. Although, some sort of parade came through the ghetto last night, tossing bombs and all clapping in unison, so, I don't even know what to make of that, protesters?
Anyways, how are things in America's prettier sister: Canada? Are their any hints of a lockdown that will stop the flow of beavertails... Seriously, what's up with beavertails? They look so delicious that Sarah instantly got sad when I showed her an image, because she can't have one.
Well about the beavertails, I've never had one either so tell Sarah not to be sad! I think it's an Ontario thing (our most popular province, home to Toronto). People I know from there just rave about them! Fuck, now I want one like I've never wanted one before hahaa!!!
People here are allowed outside, though big parks are forbidden sauce lol. No congregating anywhere either. Only letting one person go to the store etc. I live out in the boonies so no one is giving me or the boys the stink eye for being outside. Yet... Who knows how far the brainwashing will go. ... kind of frightening...
Yeah, I've only ever seen them in Ontario. My friend has a franchise.
Beavertails are so fucking good. I miss them terribly.
Hahaha, You're getting too nice over there in England. Is it because you know if you tried that shit in the States they would blow your head off by the time you said you were coming in?
I think you should get out and walk anyhow. You are allowed to go get medicine and is there a rule that says your medicine isn't in a park? Do they have parks in the ghetto?
You just hit the nail on the head, these people are crazy for not being armed. The only thing they've got going for them is that Great British head butt, so, I just have to look menacing without entering their woody wood pecker zone and I should be fine.