spending a summer under a belly of cloud is one thing (actually, it’s to be expected, i live in Scotland, after all) but spending a summer under a Government imposed ‘lockdown’ is not something i ever envisaged having to endure in my lifetime.
but here we are.
we are living history, in the present tense. and things are tense.
locked down, under house arrest. only permitted to leave the house to shop for ‘essential’ items and/or to partake in some form of solitary outdoor exercise – keeping a safe 2 metre distance from all other humans at all times.
with that said, i must’ve walked for miles.
life sucks right now. no work. no pay. having to claim benefits to keep a roof over my head and food in my fridge. but i’m not the only one. we have all been stricken by this… whatever it is…
“pandemic” they say.
this pandemic is serious, with serious repercussions for us all. life will never be the same.
but i have a lot to be grateful for. i have my health and my sanity.
while words like “social distancing” and “lockdown” were once upon a time confined to lines from some Hollywood script they are now in everyday use, uttered by five year olds out for walks in the park with their fearful masked parents.
i wonder (and worry) about the psychological effect of this new ‘norm’ and burgeoning fear being pressed upon us by Governments and the media on the children of this world.
A world where children can no longer play with their friends. A world where they can no longer hug their grandparents. A world full of rainbows in windows and applause, ringing out from the streets and gardens, on Thursday nights as we are asked to applaud key workers, risking life and limb, it would seem, in our hospitals and hospices.
we were never prepared for this. were we?
but ‘they’ knew it was coming. i’ve seen the videos of speeches from the world’s ‘leaders’ and their band of equally megalomaniacal aides. i have followed this with interest, impartiality, and, to some extent, fear and shades of cognitive dissonance.
i have followed the money trail and i’ve been sickened by what i have learned when digging deep. deeper than any mainstream government/Gates Foundation-funded media would ever allow. i suggest you do the same.
so many deaths. so many lies. lies and fake news. fake news and lies. conflicting statistics and contradictory statements from polarised camps of scientists and government lackies.
and rest-assured some people stand to make a fuckload of money from this ‘plandemic’.
but i’ve been a good citizen, i am doing what i’m told as i watch more and more truths unfold.
sitting on my doorstep, sipping iced tea i watch empty trains flit by; i hear birds singing, oblivious to it all; i hear sirens wailing and i watch as storm clouds gather overhead.
i see it. i see it all so clearly.
and i cannot believe what i am seeing.
but i will keep being a good citizen and keep doing what i’m told. controlled.
but this has changed me. i can feel it.
this will change everything. i know it.
our lives will never be same after this and the smoke clears.
i watch as the world, our beautiful world, spins out of control, spilling and contorting into a dark and terrifying place to be. this is year zero.
is there hope for the human race, or are we marching closer to engineering our own extinction event? sometimes, i hope so.
the way things are heading that may not be that far away, or as far-fetched as you may think. again, dig deep. check sources, who is funding what articles, actions, and casting what aspersions.
open your eyes. question everything. follow the money. don’t believe everything you read in the paper, or see on BBC etc (remember, they were complicit in the harbouring of paedophiles for decades).
it’s hard to know just what is real, and what is spin for profit and power.
all we can do is hope. hope one day love will prevail and the sun will return to our skies and unite us as a species.
and one day, Orwell will be considered fiction again.
(c) Kat McDonald, June 2020