The Covid Prison Experiment.

In The Wire, the great crime saga from fifteen years ago, one of the characters D'Angeĺo Barksdale starts teaching the meaning of chess pieces on the board to a young crack dealer in the projects of Baltimore. The Castle that's a mans stash, touch that and feel his wrath. The Bishop that's a mans Ideology, it might slip and slide but it has to remain the same. The Knight is a mans capacity for violence, to defend friends and family. The King speaks for itself, as the most important piece on the board. But The Queen? If you.take a mans Queen! You destroy a mans ego. You reduce his world to rubble. Leaving him to limp on. Hiding behind pawns. The little guys who might help you out of a crisis. But probably wont.

The world has been on lockdown for over a year now. And where are the piles of bodies in the third world to justify this universal bang up? They are nowhere to be found. Herd immunity is now the result of months of uncertainty. Lies and obfuscation. Old people are still dying and the flu no longer exists. Or so they say.  Because we wear masks. All causes of death are stamped COVID, Its ridiculous. So what is the point of this social experiment? To achieve optimum levels of compliance in the general public? To prepare the ground for a second, more serious threat to world order? And the vaccine is being pushed on us with the hard sell of emotional blackmail dialled off the scale. So what?

We are having bribes and money thrown at us by the government in the form of furloughed wages and benefits. You hear everywhere these days about the boiling of the frog. Me, I prefer the example of the guy who falls out of a thirty storey window and as he's falling through space he's saying "so far so good." It amounts to the same thing. Conspiracy theories are like the rain just now, and it's hard not to get wet. Personal takes on Covid are everywhere. But we never seem to get so angry that we want to saw through the bars of the cage and get at our tormentors. Like flooding UK prisons with heroin. An idea the feds no doubt copied from the FBI in late sixties USA. A brand guaranteed to pacify and subdue. Heroin. Except nowadays its Netflix, Porn, and the promise of fun in the summer. All lies if you ask me. Come back for the next lockdown your cage is clean. The jailer wont even jangle the keys through the bars soon. He will melt them down in front of our eyes. Pour the hot metal over the cold stone floor. And pass us a hairpin and a fork through the bars along with a three month study course. How to pick locks and win permanent freedom. Another lie. It might just be the carrot and stick principle used on dumb animals but it's working. Kiss the wife. Stuff your face. Drink three bottles of red wine and be a comedy genius on facebook. In your own mind st least. So how do you escape from an island with local restrictions about moving from place to place? How do you exploit the shadows and sneak away? And to where? Tunnels. Gliders. Boats. Hijack. All seem a bit melodramatic and ridiculous. And then the money disappears.You lose your job. House. Family. You are your own King on the board with a little pawn for company. The irony is not lost. Time to act. Time to get fit enough to withstand a voyage. Get to a harbour and try and stow away on a ship. England is being rinsed by its London tory slime. Its objective,? To soften up the population for more mass migration and the replacement of indigenous Britains, with people from the third world. London has gone. Birmingham has gone. You can try and dispute these facts with lies. The truth hurts.