For the prude at heart, there’s nothing like an out-of-context biblical verse, a religious admonishment, or better still, limp-minded government dickheads telling you to stop with natural inclinations and pull your pants up.
No Sex, please, You’re Unvaccinated – via thecritic.co.uk
The puritanical streak in the British character has gone into overdrive with Covid-19
The government’s recent announcement that from September vaccine passports would be mandatory to access nightclubs and “other large venues” is yet another state intervention that penalises the young and interferes with the usual pre-requisite for being able to have sex in its traditional form: meeting someone else.
During the past 16 months there’s been little frank discussion in media or among the commentary glitterati—and there still isn’t amid the continuing doom loop—about the impact of social-distancing restrictions on, at the more lustful end of the spectrum, the ability to get your end away to satisfy that primal urge and avoid clawing the walls, and at the more meaningful end, the ability to fall in love and everything that goes with it, such as starting a family.
But there’s something darker happening when a government feels increasingly empowered to control the loins of the nation. Announcing the requirement for vaccinations to dance the night away, Boris Johnson pronounced “some of life’s most important pleasures and opportunities are likely to be increasingly dependent on vaccination”, and that the government reserves “the right to mandate certification at any point”.
These shysters hate beauty, in whatever form.
During the past 18 months, they’ve banned concerts, banned hugs, banned gatherings, banned music, banned the sharing of a meal, banned the love shared between anyone. Why would it be a surprise that they might do their best to ban glorious intimacy.
Scare the bejesus out of everyone with their relentless propaganda and fear porn. to the point where the unwashed won’t consider anything, with anyone, who hasn’t had a poke in the arm of experimental chemical goo.
It is now a medical apartheid. The injected here…the non-injected mentally battered to take the jab of battery acid, and if they don’t, fuck them, starve them out.
This shitposting writer is at a loss.
How few care, how few love, how few give a shit about truth:
We are quite content to lap up the same tried bullshit; the same shitfuckery; the same demonic insanity the mainstream media produces each day.
And as we lay our heads upon our pillows each night, waiting for the gods to provide us a way out from this insanity – the nightmare afforded us each night is: ‘it won’t end until YOU end it’.
“The illusion of freedom will continue as long as it’s profitable to continue the illusion. At the point where the illusion becomes too expensive to maintain, they will just take down the scenery, they will pull back the curtains, they will move the tables and chairs out of the way and you will see the brick wall at the back of the theater.” ―
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Tonight’s musical offering:
Bach – Brandenburg Concerto No. 3 in G major BWV 1048 – Sato | Netherlands Bach Society
Dispatches from the Asylum 