Yes, I’m aware that Joe Biden’s* Inauguration is only taking place tomorrow, but I might want to save the date (or rather the day) to take stock and look back at other stuff, given the significance of the cardinal number for that day.
I’m not sure if – wherever you’re reading this from – you have plans to watch the US Presidential inauguration proceedings tomorrow, but if you are, then please just be aware that you might be watching a familiar, unfamiliar face being sworn in.
Not seen much of either of the protagonists in this saga over the last few days? Well, now you know why. Hopefully the surgery will all be done by tomorrow and we can watch Joe… er… Donald being sworn in for his first… er… second term in office.
Wow. It’s complicated, isn’t it?
I wonder how they sorted the hair issue. There’s quite a difference.
And that’s not all. Donald is 7cm taller and 30kg heavier. But presumably they sorted all that while they were swapping the faces.
Let’s get the good side done first, because the bad side is going to take a while.
This is very much the wholesome content that I signed up for when connecting the internet this week:
There we go:
Duck’s real name was Montague, apparently. I don’t have the time or the desire to follow up on whether that would assist with completing the list.
Weird. Niche. But kind of cool.
Not then like the rabbit hole I ended up descending this morning via twitter, thanks to a stray retweet from a local loon. That was some serious stuff. Examples to follow:
Well, they kept that quiet. Almost like it isn’t actually happening. But then of course, that’s exactly what they want you to think.
DO YOU NOW UNDERSTAND THAT THIS IS USED IN CONJUNCTION WITH COVID PLANDEMIC?
Probably not. I mean, I have some degree of intelligence (no, I really do) and I actually read the thing and I’m still none the wiser. To be fair, the rather weird website to which this tweet links doesn’t even claim that there’s connection between Geoengineering and Covid.
Which was surprising.
I’m glad that there’s an artificial ionospheric mirror involved though. That does at least give it some semblance of credibility.
Our protagonist (who I am not naming, no) continues:
That’s a lot of bingo boxes ticked from a single image.
All we need now is some right-wing, nationalist, Christian rhetoric.
Full house! This one actually began a rambling, 1,500 word diatribe about… well… I’m not really sure what.
We have enough clear evidence to support our claim but need not explain it…
…as it is our right to take back our country with or without Force. We do not and have not supported this Evil Luciferian World powers, and suggest they refrain from trying to tarnished History and their Laws upon us.
There’s a lot of weird, racist, poorly written, somewhat scary stuff on his sites and links. And this guys has the same voting rights as you or I. He and his fellow loons walk amongst us. You might even unknowingly have passed him in the soft drinks aisle while doing you shopping last week.
And then he goes home and writes this sort of thing…
The Viral plan of Pandemics and War was and is a method often used in the past, but now Historical Data is being uncovered and a Vail of true knowledge is being lifted World wide exposing them as Evil and corrupt Luciferian Elite.
…before sitting back and enjoying a swig of passion fruit and soda water.
Yesterday was a bit of a write-off. I’m still not sure what happened, but I came down with “something”. This was rather worrying because we’re in a situation at the moment where we’re trying very hard not to come down with one particular thing, and the spin-off from that is that we shouldn’t really be coming down with anything else either.
Incidentally, it has been working as well: I haven’t been “sick” for close on two years now. So yesterday was a bit of a downer.
Given the symptoms, I narrowed it down to four possible causes, one of which was obviously you-know-what (because that has to be considered in everything we do at the moment). The others involved having consumed a dodgy garage pie (which I hadn’t), a severe lack of sleep (which I had suffered with the previous night), or a delayed reaction to the excessive heat on Wednesday (it was still 52.5°C in the sun at 6pm), which I actually thought I had handled quite well at the time.
Thing is, it could have been any one of those four, any combination of those four or something completely different.
Medicine is hard, hey?
Anyway, having felt crappy for most of the day, we postponed, cancelled, delayed our braai plans, I loaded myself with drugs and had an early night. I’m happy to report that I seem to be mostly mended this morning, which at least seems to rule out the most concerning option on my makeshift list and proves that the human body – yes, even this one – is a wonderous thing.
No, this concerns the house from which we are moving in the near future (Covid-willing). It’s striking back – hence the title of this post.
I’m not for one moment suggesting that the house is a sentient thing, is aware that we are moving out, and – a bit pissed off about the whole situation – is taking some sort of preemptive revenge*, but at the same time, I actually am.
Because that’s pretty much exactly what is happening.
First off there’s the mandatory inspections for electric fence, plumbing, beetles, electrics and gas. This is like an MOT or a Roadworthy for your house, done each time you move, and it’s there to make sure that the new residents aren’t moving in to a death trap, even if you’ve been living in one.
And apparently, we have.
Because regulations have changed (a lot!) during our long stay here (almost 16 years), because some builders clearly took some shortcuts when working on our place (lesson learned), and because wiring deteriorates, our house doesn’t comply in a number of ways, all of which require remediation.
On the plus side, I completely recognise the need for this and we’re also going to be moving into a house which has also been inspected and made safe.
But that’s (expensive, but) standard stuff. It’s the little niggles that the house has thrown up since it discovered that we were leaving it that are causing us more problems. A jammed outside door, a gas hob plate that’s suddenly not working (and even after being fixed twice, still insists on not working) and a lawn that is defying the fertilisers and the watering and just being yellow. Oh, and then the hosepipe just burst on me**, which wasn’t actually that bad since it’s stupid degrees Celsius out there today, but still – you get my point, right?
We have another few weeks to get through here before the new house – irritated that we were instrumental in taking away its previous and much-beloved owners – takes on the mantle.
* is this a thing? wouldn’t it just be “venge”? ** no, I wasn’t watering during the day. conciliate your breasts.