Part One

It was Friday March 5th, this year. 11am. I was at the hospital. Not for me, but for my wife: accompanying her. Just a routine appointment - audiology, hearing aids, that sort of thing. I knew it was going to be fun.  

The former reception desk was cordoned off. In its place there were two nurses sat behind desks with plastic screens in front. We queued up awaiting our turn, the questions, the directives. It was like airport check-in. 

A slightly elderly woman in nurse uniform  peered out at us from behind her pale blue mask. "Have you got your mask?" "Exempt." "Are you both exempt?" "Yep." 

She peered again. "I need to go to the department to see if they will see you without a mask. It's a new regulation. We've had some trouble with people not wearing masks."

Prompters failing miserable already. Clearly expecting an 'oh, I see' understanding response - causing trouble is the last thing anybody wants to do, isn't it - from me, with the hope of an ensuing 'Alright, we'll wear a mask this once.' Instead I smile at the possibility of people actually turning up and showing their faces. Causing a bit of bother. Good stuff.

"You see, some people feel uncomfortable if other people aren't wearing a mask" she persisted. Another failed emotion manipulation. I suppose that I was meant to feel sorry for these poor fearful souls, ready to drop dead at the flicker of a smile from me at fifty paces. We must be considerate, after all. Instead, the thought factory was informing me how silly these people were, and it all comes from believing the BBC instead of actually reading a proper report or two where, horror of horrors, they will discover that the protection offered by a cheap and nasty manufactured face nappy against viruses is in the region of....... zero. Ever been had? Yes, constantly, it would seem.   

Off she stomped to the department. Then back she stomped a couple of minutes later. "Can you put on one of these?" she volunteered, producing one of those visor things. At this moment I remembered the reason I was here: to accompany my wife to her appointment, not to create mayhem. It would certainly be interesting to put on one of these visor things. I had never worn one in my life. At least you can show your face, smile, gnash, whatever. 

On they went. Bizarre. Enormous space for bacteria, viruses, smoke, polar airstreams, anything to get in from below and blast your nose, mouth, and face generally. The performance has now fully entered its comic act. My sense for the weird and wacky is truly satisfied.

I have a question. "So, are you saying that I can turn up here with a serious illness, and can be turned away if I don't wear a mask?" The grey hairs on the nurse's head turn slightly greyer. She is clearly not accustomed to anything less than utter and abject compliance from the goodly folk of Highland Scotland. "I'm just doing my job" she eventually stutters, before looking around desperately for something else to do.

Part Two

Just doing my job: by now I have lost the will, and have learnt to choose my battles carefully. I recognise a no-hope situation when I see one, and reserve my energetic resources for pastures more fruitful. It's become a cliche. Just doing my job. And the reply is a cliche as well. That's how Nazi Germany worked. How come you killed a thousand Jews today? Just doing my job. Maybe we should forget the Nazi example, and apply it to any vicious and genocidal situation in recent history. There have been enough of them.

Mind you, I have been there myself - just doing my job. It was the way that things were done during the eight years or so that I was working in outdoors retail. Directives would come down from head office, and you'd follow them, or else. Most of them seemed pointless, or silly, or counter-productive, but there you go.

After a while, something surprising became clear to me. Directives from head office were not primarily about maximising profits, which I naively assumed to be the name of the game. No. Their number one purpose concerned control; being in charge. And imposing a uniform system on all stores in the company, from ours in northern Scotland down to those on the south coast of England, was their priority. Control, power, not money, was the overriding concern.

There were numerous occasions when my colleagues and I were ordered to do various things which we all knew would not work, or would be an enormous waste of our time. For periods we had a good, experienced team, and we could have made far more money for the company if we had been left to our own devices, our own ingenuity and creativity. But no. That idea was anathema. It was all about keeping a tight rein.       

The past eighteen months have taught us something: Just doing my job doesn't cut the mustard any longer. It's no longer an excuse. It is no longer acceptable or accepted. Each individual person needs to stand on their own feet and take responsibility for what they do or don't do. Passing the buck is no longer an option. Human beings have to grow up or suffer horribly then die.

The bar has been set high. I fear it is too high for many people. They seem incapable of getting there - or of even seeing the bar in the first place. This is not what I wish to see, but it is what undeniably presents itself. Grow up or perish, folk. Grow up or perish.

Part Three

'Just doing my job' doesn't end with the spotty teenager on the supermarket check-out. It goes on right up the line. Hancock, Johnson, Sturgeon: just doing my job. Further: Whittie, Fauci, doing their job. Put a little toe out of line and you'll be mincemeat. Even further: Gates, Soros and beyond: the families, the Rockefellers and Rothschilds, all doing their job. They are not to be envied, since personal choice, individuation and individuality don't enter the equation. They are better considered as programmed automatons, designed to fulfil a specific purpose. At the end of the day, they are as dispensable as the guy selling tickets at the train station.

The question remains: who or what is not simply doing their job? Who is dishing out orders and receiving none - if indeed such a being exists? But this is another topic.

It may be thought that those ostensibly in charge, the big boys and girls on the television screen, are self-motivated, self-determined beings. Few things could be further from the truth. They exercise little if any personal choice in matters. Individual action and decision-making is out of the window as much as is the check-out kid deciding on which prices to charge for the apples today. 

Any freedom of thought is quickly knocked out of the public face folk, the politicians, who are the punch and judys on the front line, the fall guys and gals. You see this time and again. Someone almost passes as a real human being until they get elected. Immediately, they undergo a transformation, and come out the other end of the sausage machine as an identikit version of all the rest. So, in my corner of the world, when people pay much attention to what Johnson is saying, or Sturgeon, they are off the track. They are saying what they have been told, been scripted, to say. Just doing their job, as automatons, as enactors of programmes, devoid of originality and independent thinking.

Any doubts about this state of affairs were convincingly quashed with the arrival of the bug story last year. Within weeks of the dreaded novel virus being announced, virtually all the national 'governments' on the planet were implementing more-or-less identical moves to counter the new global peril. 

All these measures were bizarre, grotesque, untested, unproven; but everybody just adopted them. Closing the shops, the businesses; putting the inhabitants of the planet under house arrest; ordering them to stay away from each other, everywhere, even in the open air; forbidding touching things or people. Then, as the lie continued, we got to the masks.

All of this - I repeat, all of this - had virtually no proper science behind it, no trials, no tests. It certainly wasn't a case of all these wise specialists in every country getting together, studying deeply the nature of this new menace, and deciding independently what to do about it. No. They were all just doing their job. Following orders. Doing what they are told. And in this case the orders boiled down to something very simple: Follow China! Do what China is doing! Do this, or you're mincemeat!

I shall very likely post a video in a few days' time which closes the case on the 'virus'. Until the next time....    

And don't forget: The pandemic ends when you turn off the television. Simple as that.

Some Interesting Links

David Icke at the London May 29th mass gathering: https://www.nutritruth.org/single-post/david-icke-we-re-laughing-with-you-now

On that theme, anyone still believing in the BBC etc, could you please explain this?: https://newspunch.com/bbc-silent-after-londons-massive-march-for-freedom/

Good news from the USA: https://greatgameindia.com/ban-vaccine-passports-mandatory-vaccination/

I can't vouch for the factual status of this one, but this perspective does exist. https://greatreject.org/got-jab-no-more-fly/ 

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