IT struck me the just the other day, as I was contemplating the little things in life – Covid-19, compulsory medical experimentation, what is really going on in the world, and just when did the ‘Great Reset’ start – that I had acquired a group of new companions.
I say ‘companions,’ not with any affection, but as a simple measure of their ubiquity. I refer, of course, to the cast of Covid-19; the long-running farce brought to you by Davos Inc and the World Economic Forum, produced by Bill Gates, casting by George Soros, and directed by Klaus Schwab.
Like all contemporary productions, the participants are many, but I only have time to feature the most eminent stars.
First up, Bill Gates – that now-single, global billionaire ‘philanthropist’, and darling of the, bought-and-paid-for mainstream media.
Bill has starred in multiple fantasy events, including ‘Let’s jab the world’, ‘Why have babies when you can eat bugs,’ ‘Who needs the sun,’ and the soon to be released, big-budget feature, ‘Oops Honey, I blew up Wyoming’. A card-carrying eugenicist, Bill adores technology, and wants to turn all the ‘little people’ into bio-tech hybrids.
Bill features alongside Dr Anthony Fauci, the 80-year-old diminutive charmer and director of the US National Institute of Allergy and Infectious Diseases. A long-time favourite with globalist and Chinese establishment audiences, Tony is now a household name and the gnomish lead in ‘The Three Masks of Sorrow’ and ‘Gain of Function-Plausible Deniability’.
Fauci has delivered stellar performances over the years resulting in an accumulated personal wealth estimated to be $10million, according to Celebrity Net Worth, a site that researches the fortunes of famous people. Paid more than the President, not bad for a lifelong federal employee.
In the UK, some previous unknowns have been making a big impact, especially Professor Jonathan Van Tam, who not only chairs the SAGE (Scientific Advisory Group for Emergencies) Scientific Pandemic Infuenza Modelling subgroup responsible for UK lockdowns, but is also the Deputy Chief Medical Officer. Van Tam is a crowd-puller who loves the idea of how ‘vaccines will change how we live our lives’.
Tied to Big Pharma, he has played roles with SmithKline and Beecham, Roche, and Sanofi. Panned by critics in 2006 for spending £424million of taxpayers’ money on unnecessary stocks of the Roche influenza drug Tamiflu after Neil Ferguson predicted a bird flu would kill 200million people worldwide, he ‘rested’ for a while, but is back on form.
Van Tam can be relied on to deliver consistently energetic performances, with his distinctive vocal style, and deadpan comic timing. He became a social media hit last year, after his performances on ‘How to lie with statistics,’ the long running prime-time soap opera. He can play both the benevolent father and the intimidating thug with aplomb.
Professor Neil Ferguson is the go-to British comedian who has kept us laughing all through the pandemic. With award-winning previous successes in ‘Mad Cow,’ and ‘Don’t sneeze on me, you swine,’ Ferguson plays the romantic lead in the Covid farces ‘Whose wife is she anyway?’ and ‘If it’s good enough for the CCP, its good enough for you.’
A regular on ‘Lie with the BBC,’ his children’s programme, ‘How to count with big, big numbers,’ has become a classic in the Education Department’s distance learning library.
Debonair Sir Patrick Vallance is the UK’s Chief Scientific Advisor and Chair of SAGE. He brings suave sophistication and style to our merry band of players. Enriched by time spent with GlaxoSmithKline (GSK), recipients of UK government contracts for 60 million doses of its Covid-19 vaccine and 100million doses with the US government, he was granted shares worth more than £6million at current value. He still has £600,000 worth of shares in his pocket. Dr Vallance has fancier footwork than Fred Astaire.
Professor Christopher Whitty is the ‘funny one’ in the Vallance/Whitty comedy duo. England’s Chief Medical Officer and head of the public health profession, he was professor of Public and International Health at the London School of Hygiene and Tropical Medicine, much-funded by the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation.
‘Wobbly Whitty’, widely tipped for a gong, represents the UK on the World Health Organisation Executive Board, whose purposes include preparing ‘for emergencies by identifying, mitigating, and managing risks’ – applause all round.
Whitty is the epitome of the eccentric scientist – dishevelled and introverted. Like most ‘great brains’, he adores the spotlight and has gone from obscurity to media stardom. He has a growing army of fans, who buy merchandise emblazoned with his image. Voted Person of the Year on a UK gossip site, The Handbook. He is expected to lead in ‘Scorched earth, revenge of the Nerds,’ after overseeing the worst ‘public health’ performance ever.
One old favourite who has made a big comeback this year, is former prime minister, peace adviser, and all round ‘good guy,’ Tony Blair. With a fat wallet, a face like a death mask, and a network of unsavoury contacts stretching from Saudi to Davos, the old trooper just will not lie down.
Blair has stepped in to fill the role of éminence grise to the Three Stooges https://www.threestooges.com/– Johnson, Gove, and Hancock – who have been performing pantomime for the last 18 months.
A useful vehicle for warming up the audience, Blair has reprised his earnest man of the people act by entreating the crowds to roll up their sleeves to get us out of this fabricated health crisis. The joker tells us that the ‘EU is preparing to welcome’ those already given both jabs and that we should all be happy living in a future Covid vaccine apartheid.
Which brings us to Boris, once considered a promising actor, now a much-diminished creature blighted by indecision and stage fright. Assailed externally by a manufactured virus and weakened internally by his own moral turpitude and greed, he is a much-weakened figure after overcoming his personal struggles with Covid-19 offstage.
His emissaries, of course, took his absence as licence to impart fear and to stun the masses into compliance, whilst all the while plotting tyranny and abuse. No wonder Boris has had no time to comb that golden fleece, what with implementing the New Order, keeping a mistress wife happy, a new baby, a dog, a diet, planning G7, and wallpaper to hang.
At his side, if not his back, two malcontents: Dangerous, ‘lean and hungry’ men who ‘think too much’. (Apologies to the Bard). I speak of course of Michael Gove, who having failed to prevent Boris’s elevation to Caesar, still hopes to wield the knife, and Matt Hancock, whose perpetual rictus of a smile somewhat gives the game away.
Gove cannot suppress his envy, nor Hancock his avarice. Gove has curried favour with EU panjandrums and slipped unctuously into the role of UK Minister for Propaganda, leaking denials of future policies of ‘freedom passes’ and mass oppression in a biosecurity state. A bitter actor, he has clearly sold his soul for top billing.
More dangerous, perhaps, than either Boris or Gove, is the hyena that is our ‘Health Minister’: Me, me, me – Matt Hancock.
A lacklustre performer, Hancock is prone to spouting forth self-aggrandising nonsense and lies – by intent, error, or omission. He has cast himself in the role of superhero, but his ill-considered behaviour has caused damage to millions. Those in the know suggest he will not make the cut for the next tour.
Never in the history of this country have such a motley crew of knaves and clowns sought to enfeeble the people: The game is up – time to drop the curtain.
