Firstly, old age is catching up on me. It was just 8 or 9 months ago that I was at what I call the peak of what I call my physical fitness. But suddenly, injuries which would have disappeared in a couple of days a couple decades ago, are now hanging around. And not only that, they are ganging up with other, older injuries to make getting rid of them ever more difficult. Getting myself mended is taking a lot longer than I had planned. It’s very frustrating.
I’m not impressed.
Secondly however, I am fairly impressed with this article, which appears to weave together a whole lot of threads into one long ugly strand of… er… thicker thread in the wicked wide world of disseminating disinformation around Covid-19.
I don’t watch news programmes specifically for this reason. But last night, I flicked on eNCA because I wanted felt I had to watch Ramaphosa’s address on reducing the lockdown. This was long, long, overdue, but clearly held back so that he could wave his little “we’ve got some vaccine” flag.
And wow. The blatant fawning during the pisspoor pre-speech small talk was absolutely sickening.
I looked up several times from the ironing (it’s all about the glamour here, ok?) and was eventually told off by Mrs 6000 for using the phrase
What the actual fuck?
four times – ever more incredulously – in about a 90 second period.
I’m well aware that the art of politics is all about spin, but this was so robustly applied that we were all almost flung outwards at mass times angular velocity squared times radius*.
Stay away from news channels, guys. Or at least watch them with the knowledge that they’re all pushing some sort of agenda. This one wasn’t pretty. But at least it was pretty obvious.
Right. While I’m sounding like some sort of Trump fan with a Masters in Media Conspiracy from the Dunning-Kruger Online College, might I just ask why we’re bothering with this whole injection thing anyway?
It’s a tiresome, clumsy, process and people can avoid getting the jab if they so choose.
Ugh. No. That’s not what our reptilian overlords want.
Why not just use chemtrails?
After all, Darth Putin has got one of his planes in Cape Town right now, ready to go:
The Russian-built, Russian-registered, catchily named Illyushin II-76 TD-90VD arrived last night from the so-called Novolazarevskaya Airbase (which also sounds Russian), and features a huge cargo hold, capable of being adapted to hold fluids to bomb fires (definitely) or spread weather-modification and mind-altering chemtrails (possibly). Surely it shouldn’t be such a big thing to fill it with vaccine and get us all done in one go?
I mean, that’s almost certainly why it’s here, right?
I’m glad you are all in the know as well.
*engineers and physicists will know ** ok, that was a bit of hyperbole *** back to no hyperbole
Equally clever stuff by Mr Reuters in getting Joe in front of the Presidential seal (it’s a symbol, not a marine mammal). Clearly deliberate and clearly echoing Renaissance depictions of saints:
Also equally religiously iconographic, but very much batting for the other side.
Look, I’m with you. Trump was awful. Is awful. And don’t get me wrong, I love both these photos, and they both demonstrate high quality, thoughtful photography. But just because Donald was bad, certainly doesn’t mean that Joe is a saint, and I’d like a bit of time to make up my own mind about President Biden, please.
Time without having your subliminal messages thrust upon me, Reuters.
require independence, integrity and freedom from bias.
And yes, I know how it works: you licence all their content, but you then only share the photos and articles that you choose and that suit your narrative or fit your story, but this image was actually part of a Reuters tweet:
Which makes me feel a little awkward about just how independent their journalism is on this particular subject.
I’m squeezing in a quick blog post now, because I have a piano lesson to facilitate and then a school meeting to attend and I have been extraordinarily productive this morning. Delivering bread, buying drugs (careful now), making and then taking charity sandwiches to the farm stall for distribution, organising a door repair, assisting with homeschooling and managing a quick (ok, short, not quick) run as well.
Not only that, but dinner is already bubbling away on the stove (and smelling really good), and it’s not anywhere near dinner time yet. The organisation is
And if I can make this post happen fairly quickly, I might even manage to pack a box or two before I’m needed elsewhere.
I’m not like this every day (in fact, I’m very much not like this at all on most days), and so I have to make the most of it when I am.