When you least expect it

First an apology to Julia … I mixed up my days, meaning to schedule the Covid inquiry for this Thursday morning. Had a look just now and oh my goodness … I’d dropped it on Julia’s day. 

Oops.

To business and this came through early morn in the inbox:

As you do, I have all sorts of subscription feeds coming through, this from the Geelong Advertiser, near Melbourne, Oz, had that lead story … it’s paywall, so I never go into it, just catch headlines.

Right, so immediate thought is … all the mayhem going on out there in the world and yet your normal, goodhearted human being truly is barely aware … just look at those three above, esp. the young mum.

That’s one heck of an expressive pic … even sad in a way. 

Sad?  That two young people have just got themselves married, are employed, have a mortgage in a home or are still renting … need we go on and on?  Exactly as they “should” be doing, with those they meet along the way smiling ethically upon them, wanting it all to work out for them.

I look at her though and think oh my goodness … how easy to hurt her, how easy to wreck their life … had I a Hamas-like mind, a Globopsycho Schultz, Soros or Blair type mind.

And politically, ladies and gentlemen, despite the carnage snd wastage of my own past … I still wish these three nothing but happiness in what they’re trying to do in a now very trying world. All the safeguards in “civilised society” should be in place … but are clearly not … think Rainbow Plod, think feckless and violent, think new invaders, think corrupt Woke courts, Covid whitewashes, deepcaptcha MSM … all of that … what chance does that young couple have on that slippery ladder upwards?

And what are her “politics”? Only what she’s fed I’m afraid, on drive time radio and the nightly “news” on TV or on the screen in her dentist waiting room:

And what of him?  What of the child too? What does he have coming up? I really do despair.  But even leaving aside politics … onto the field goes the young footballer with that “I’m in control” male smugness we males have … nice chap though … thump … concussion. End of family. 

Not nice. 

Is it any better than a father and mother and baby at the breakfast table … in parachute Hamas animals, father’s eyes gouged out, mother being repeatedly raped, baby in microwave … why? Why? 

Sorry to drop that on you right now … but that’s what this is all about … things suddenly dropping in on you from above.

And Globopsycho Nethanyahu, the Rothschild disciple, who’d switched off all the defences to enable (CIA groomed) Hamas easy access to his people … the narrative says we must have this atrocity, see, let Hamas do their worst to those criticising me in Israel, see, then in righteous anger, I lay waste to Gaza, slaughtering millions more, while taking out a few hundred Hamas in tunnels.

And the crowds supporting Hamas in London, totally ignoring that family at the breakfast table? The same people ripping down photos of the victims, along with Plod, because they’re the wrong colour of victim for the Wokerati, aren’t they … the same people gluing themselves to roads … all rainbows, nosebones and tatts … young middle class whites, students … same age demographic as the two in the picture, different life priorities …

I’m done.