When I was 18, I spent a year learning poet Philip Larkin, for my A-levels.
Strangely, a lot of his poetry actually spoke to me, and as I age, I find more and more of his stanzas popping into my head.
Like, after my post office experience, and after so many different members of my family also got attacked by proto-nazi ‘Karens’ for not wearing face masks over their noses, this verse popped, unbidden, into my head:
Come, friendly bombs, and fall on Slough
It isn’t fit for humans now,
There isn’t grass to graze a cow
— Swarm over, Death!
Except of course, I mentally scratched out the word ‘Slough’ and replaced it with ‘Karen’.
It’s been a rough week, emotionally.
A week of super-high stress.
A week of really starting to worry again, that this isn’t going to turn out so well after all.
My husband is Mr Super-chilled.
He’s one of those that stays calm and collected on the outside, while all the time secretly cultivating mouth ulcers.
Even he came home yesterday super-super-stressed, by his experiences on the Jerusalem tram.
Two days ago, two pensioner Karens called the ticket inspector on him, because he wasn’t wearing a mask.
The ticket inspector had seen his ticket – when he was maskless – and not mentioned anything.
But once these proto-Nazi Karens started screaming and hollering that he wasn’t wearing a mask!!! That dirty Jewish person is not wearing a mask!!! Get him off the train and disinfect him in some camp somewhere IMMEDIATELY!!!
The ticket inspector found themselves between a rock and a hard place, and told my husband to fully mask up, or get booted off the train.
This stuff wears you down.
I went to Kever Dan yesterday with a friend.
I wasn’t wearing a mask and had no intention of wearing a mask.
Suddenly, a minibus of middle-aged Sephardi grandmas joined us at the Kever, nearly all wearing masks.
I tensed for the coming assault….
Baruch Hashem, it never came, and most of the ladies ‘de-masked’ pretty fast themselves once they settled in.
But it showed me just how much I am living in fear of the next confrontation with the Karens.
Come friendly bombs…
Another friend of mine told me she was sitting in the park when she met someone into ‘healthy’ stuff, who she’s had some good conversations with in the past.
Somehow or other, the conversation shifted to Covid 19 ‘vaccinations’, and my friend confessed she hadn’t lined up to be injected with graphene nanobots and DNA origami.
The other woman – who it turns out was totally vaccinated up to the wahootsi – narrowed her eyes, and told my friend:
You are putting my life in danger.
Why are you taking the ‘vaccine’ if it doesn’t even work, Karen?
Of course, logical arguments like this get you precisely nowhere, because this isn’t about ‘logic’ or facts – and it never was.
And it really puts you off going out of your house, when you have to deal with proto-Nazi morons whose bad middot and lack of emuna have totally swamped their humanity and ability to think.
So here in Israel, the fear factor, the fascist ‘blaming people’ factor, is going through the roof again.
And our dear leader Naftali Bennett is spouting his corona-fascism every chance he gets.
The good news is, he’s no Bibi.
Bibi was a much better actor, a master manipulator, while Bennett is kind of like a chainsaw sculpture.
Get vaccine or no holiday…
Get vaccine or no job…
Get vaccine or we take your dog and shoot it….
It’s not subtle, is it?
And more and more people are slowly starting to figure out that something is very wrong with this picture.
Nearly all my daughter’s friends were ‘vaccinated’, mostly so they could get their freedoms back.
Now they are seeing there are no freedoms, still, there is no end to the ‘coronavirus scamdemic’, and the endless demands to curtail their liberties and human rights, at least some of them are starting to regret that they rushed to get the shots.
I’m sure their ranks will swell and swell, as the next few weeks play out.
Ima, this is the blanket being shaken, and it’s amazing that we’re holding on!
My daughter told me yesterday.
It IS amazing that we are holding on.
I just hope we can continue, as the madness escalates further and further.
But let’s just come back to those proto-Nazi Karens.
And to all the other ‘small people’ who are keeping this rule of evil going, like the nurses who are busily injecting the graphene oxide into old and young arms; and the police who are busily enforcing illegal ‘quarantine’ regulations; and the ticket inspectors on the public trams, who would rather keep their jobs in the Third Reich, than stand up for freedom and human dignity.
Let’s ask those people this question:
When all this is finally unmasked; when this whole plandemic is finally exposed as the ‘final solution’ for humanity it was engineered to be, are you going to tell your descendants that you were ‘just following orders?’
And are you going to expect your descendants – and the rest of us – to accept that, as a reason for why you continued to function as a small cog in this fascist, evil, destructive machine?
If that thought is making you a little uncomfortable (and it really should….)
Get out now, while you still have some of your soul intact.
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