So What Is It?

It might just be ‘old guy stuff’ but it could be anything. It might be because the warranty on the thyroid and other vital parts expired. It might be conspiratorial corporate post chemo radiation pharmaceutical trial horseshit slash and burn toxicity. For sure it cannot be a common ague cold or flu or undigestible malady. It cannot be ZIKA Malaria or Pringle’s Shingles or Rheumatoidalytic Arthritis or Hong Kong Hangnails. It might be complications from EMF radiation or the millimetre waves bolting from fast breeder communication tower deployments. The atmospheric spraying or terraforming perhaps? Nuclear, ultrasound and x-ray imaging and blood analytics are inconclusive. For certain it can’t be the ‘End of the Millennium Psychosis Blues’ which is also the title of a brilliant third album by That Petrol Emotion, a brilliant Irish post punk band from U.K. that featured American Steve Mack and the O’Neill brothers from Derry pop-punk band The Undertones plus ex-members of fellow Derry bands Bam Bam and The Calling and The Corner Boys. They recorded five albums between 1986 and 1994, fusing alternative, swamp rock, post-punk, garage and dance music which in part anticipated and overlapped with the dance-pop era of the 1990s.

It might be the Russians.

That Putin!

There is the possibility that it’s The Covid-19, you know, the virus that’s never been isolated or successfully tested using an RTPCR test that was never meant to test for any virus or illness in humans. You know, the cause of the health emergency of international concern, the deadliest horrifying smackdown death crisis ever unleashed on peoplekind. Millions and millions of people watched television and fondled ‘smart’ gadgets and got sick just following the carefully crafted news and infotainment which told them what to think and do. They were subjected to the fear and horror of the most outrageous and oppressive measures unleashed on humanity…all designed to keep everyone safe.

Controlled.

Safe.

People willingly and fearfully and often gleefully shuffled into the virtuous embrace of a mass formational psychotic death cult. If they had the reproductive organs or inclination to reproduce, they offered up their young and most dear for sacrifice at altars of medical experimentation presided over by monsters.

So what is it?

Where does it come from?

Who is doing it?

Can there be any doubt?

Thank Satan for the nanny state. 

Darwin is sweating and toiling in overtime.

But not fast enough.

Crank it!

This could be a good thing.