subterranean corona virus blues

The Facebook website has announced that it will no longer censor people who use its social media platform to claim the Corona Virus may have originated in a laboratory in Wuhan China.

I fail to understand why any human being would have anything to do with a website that would dare to censor them on this matter in the first place.

Here is the news. Not only was the virus generated in the Wuhan lab, it was generated using funds from American health supremo Anthony Fauci, improperly and immorally sent to the Chinese to further research which had been made illegal in America. The research the Chinese were doing, involved taking non threatening Flu viruses from animals and re engineering them to affect humas. The justification for this was that they might one day find a way to prevent similar viruses affecting humans if by chance a virus managed to jump species on its own. And while they were playing this Frankensteinian game, they released the virus that has caused the last year of world wide shut downs. Did the Chinese release it on purpose to damage then American President Donald Trump? Neither I nor Mark Zuckerberg of Facebook, know the answer to that.

Lisa Shaw of the BBC has died. She was 44 years old, healthy, a mother of a seven year old child and a successful broadcaster. She's dead because two weeks ago she took the Astra Zeneca Corona Virus vaccine which she didn't need to take, which is made out of dead babies murdered through abortion, and which gives you blood clots and kills you.

Bishop John O'Connell of Trenton, New Jersey has been hospitalised with blood clots. He got the vaccine a few weeks ago.

The bard of Kilcullen Billy Redmond published a poem in two months ago in the Bridge magazine. The poem was a sort of ode to the Corona Virus vaccine entitled Vascillate Or Vaccinate. Its salient point was an expression of thanks to clinicians, health boards, the Deity and the vaccine itself for giving the poet peace of mind. Today word comes via Irish broadcaster Brian Byrne's website that Mr Redmond wishes to thank all who sympathised with him during his recent hospitalisation. Brian Byrne is also editor of the Bridge magazine so he would be aware of any issues arising from the sudden hospitalisation of the poet. But there is no word as to why Mr Redmond was hospitalised or as to whether his hospitalisation preceded his poem, or as to whether his hospitalisation was caused by the Corona Virus vaccine, or as to whether his hospitalisation was caused by the poem itself which certainly made me feel a bit sick. I think we should be told.

Sitting on a bench on Main Street Naas. A little old lady toddles up.

"Are you taking the vaccine James?"

"Not in this world possible."

"Why not?"

"Because it's made of babies murdered through abortion."

"Good man. I'm with you all the way."

She shows me an official looking tag hanging around her neck.

The tag reads: "I am unable to wear a face mask for medical reasons. It is illegal to ask me for more details." 

"Where did you get that tag Maisie?" I enquire.

She puts a finger to her lips and will divulge no further information.

Later in Naas Church another little old lady approaches and lays a hand on my shoulder.

"No vaccine James," she whispers.

"Amen Teresa," I answer.

"Any news?" enquires she.

"Maisie Baines has an official looking tag excluding her from face mask provisions," I tell her,

She holds up her own tag.

"They're very useful," she says.

"Maisie was like a secret agent," I muse, "she would under no circumstances tell me where she got hers."

"She got it from me," smiles Teresa,

I gasp at their effrontery.

The little old ladies are the last hope for humanity.