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Europeans, are a bit more pessimistic : That my friend, is a personal choice that all people should be free to make. In America things are a bit different, I know. But here in the UK, at least for the moment – it remains a free choice. It should never be otherwise.   Europeans, are a bit more pessimistic of government. And for good reason.   https://www.bitchute.com/video/DsiOdnTSeSKb/       And then, there’s this… the vaccine doesn’t work.   https://www.bitchute.com/video/ngjmGO6BLuP9/       My grandmother always said, if you want the truth… follow the money.   https://www.bitchute.com/video/ZEWxAXFfHVka/     ~/~    

  my favorite line of this:   my favorite line of this sweet poem is 'arise   for even the vermin   can be saved.' God bless you and your all inclusive heart  

Gravity: as a conspiracy - cool image, it resonates. "Sun and see only trees" - that's a lyrical way to greet the gravidics of time.. Lady A 

Thanks again:   Thank you once again for the kind words. I will put them in my pocket for a rainy day.

a bit of rubber on the wheels:   The road of life – is full of lumps and bumps. Best to put a bit of rubber on the wheels and know a touch of first-aid. Poetry, being one of those cathartic practices.

zombies have never been known: zombies have never been known to be all that bright.  I suppose if someone could manipulate the zombies and pull strings like a puppetmaster they would be pretty powerful.

At the moment, a close: At the moment, a close relative---one of those who believes no government can tell him what to do (although, he has a perfect driving record, so he most obey signs and lines; and he pays a ton of income tax, not by choice but in compliance)---has been infected by Covid, as are two of his sons and both their wives.  He can barely hold his head up, and they tell me he looks like a zombie. As I write this, a close friend, a Church musician of profound talent, who also refused the vaccine in assertion of his rights, is about to be taken off life support at the request of him family because he is fading fast.  We expect to hear sad news on Monday afternoon, barring a miracle of course.  I wonder what he would think of the vaccine's risks if he knew its absence might have allowed Covid to rob him of seeing his grandchildren grow up, or of playing at any more worship services.   I took the first vaccine last Saturday.  Until earlier today, it hit me hard, and the ride was rough.  They tell me the second dose will hit harder, and the patch will be rougher, so I am bracing myself.  Although my Faith does not allow me to fear my own death, I have seven grandchildren (only two of whom are adults) and two great-grandchildren under the age of two.  Despite my spinal infliction and percolating aneurysms, it is conceivable that I could live long enough to see a great-great grandchild---given the tradition in my family of having babies while in adolescence.  (Several of my grandchildren arrive in that way; my great-great grandmother, Amy Kirby, was an Indiana farmgirl who, at fifteen, ran off to New York, became a very pricey and successful outcall girl, and only left the business after giving birth, in her eighteenth year, to her only child, my great-grandmother.)  I am not going to risk future Christmases with grand- and great grandkids on a fatal dose of Covid, as my dying friend has done.