storms in small town tea cups threaten the world

 

The aunt beetles in.

"Pat Maloney was on the phone," she says. "Do you know what he wanted?"

"He wanted to talk to me aunt," I reply, "but he was afraid I might kick his lily drug dealing ass."

(Maloney's ass is known locally as Eeyore and is a bad egg.  Ah yes. Maloney's ass loves his grass. Moroccan usually.)

"No," says the aunt, "he was wondering where he could get old copies of the Bridge magazine. I decided not to tell him you had a complete edition."

"Good on ye."

"He says Noel Clare has the virus."

"What virus?"

"James, you know what virus."

"Gonhorrhea?"

"No Covid 19."

"Oh, so he's got a virus that can't possibly harm him. **** it."

The aunt issued a strangulated sound, suddenly remembered something she had to do in another room, and left me.

Well, well, well bold readers.

Noel Clare with Covid 19.

Here's larks.

Alas poor Noel Clare, I knew him Horatio.

So top Kilcullen science boff Noel Clare has Covid 19.

I struggle to resist the unworthy thoughts arising in my man boobs. (cf Bosom.)

My thoughts range far and wide.

Bergoglio the apostate who currently occupies the chair of Saint Peter (and I mean occupies) had positively crowed when he heard that Cardinal Raymond Burke had Covid 19.

Raymond opposes the use of vaccines made out of unborn babies murdered by abortion and additionally opposes governments or false Popes forcing people to ingest those vaccines.

Bergoglio remarked with barely concealed glee when Cardinal Burke got the virus: "Even in the College of Cardinals there are some vaccine negationists. But one of them, poor thing, has been hospitalised with the virus. These are the ironies of life."

I don't want to fall as low as Bergoglio the apostate in my heartfelt sideswipe commentaries about my newly sneezing atheistic abortionist pseudo science worshipping townsman.

Suffice it to say, everyone is getting the virus. Cardinal Rayo is a bit of a fatty and was at risk for other reasons too. But we're all getting it. The salient differences arising among those of us getting it, ie all of us, is that some of us, Cardinal Raymond Burke included, didn't sell our souls as Bergoglio did in a futile effort to avoid getting it.

So I'm not going to jeer at Noel Clare as Bergoglio did over Cardinal Burke's health issues.

On the other hand, we owe it to ourselves to live a little.

Noel Clare is a retired secondary school teacher in my home town.

He has ingested more unborn babies marketed as vaccines than I've had hot dinners.

He recently wrote a review for the Bridge magazine of a book advocating essentially atheistic pseudo scientific solutions to societal issues from abortion to euthanasia to pandemics. The title of the book and Noel Clare's review was: Never Mind The Bollox Here's The Science.

Johnny Rotten, not being a conformist ********, would turn in his grave.

More to the point as a teacher at Kilcullen Convent Noel Clare gave a first grounding in his amoral version of currently prevailing  pseudo science to local girl Teresa Lambe who as Professor Teresa Lambe at Oxford University has gone on to put her name to the unborn baby milkshake she concocted for profit on behalf of Astra Zeneca.

By the way, that's the same milkshake that killed BBC broadcaster Lisa Shaw aged 44, wife and mother of a young child, a woman who had no risk of dying from Covid 19 and who pleaded as Teresa Lambe's vaccine metastasised into blood clots throughout her body: "Please don't force people to take this vaccine."

Incidentally, the little girl that Teresa Lambe stuffed into her milkshake was a baby girl styled by the great humanitarians of modern pseudo science as HEK 293 or Human Embryonic Kidney 293, who was murdered by abortion in the Netherlands in 1973, that is to say murdered to order by abortion service profiders on behalf of pharmaceutical companies who required her organs and tissue to be harvested in advance of the murder so that the cells and organs would be alive and cultivable and not in the dreadful condition little girls' cells and organs are reduced to after the girl is murdered by abortion, and which same pharmaceutical companies retained, after pre purchasing the little girls body parts, for their ongoing experiments culminating in the present vaccines for Covid 19.

Cells from the little Dutch girl are still grown off her corpse in laboratories worldwide to this day.

I kid you not.

So Noel Clare ingests the vaccines himself, slugs down the booster shots, wears face masks wherever he goes, stands two metres away from any human being he meets, drenches his hands in anti septic spray at every shopping outlet he visits, trained Teresa Lambe the small town eejit who set her name to Astra Zeneca's vaccine, and has most recently established a bursary for students in honour of Teresa Lambe to propagandise the next generation of small town eejits at Kilcullen Convent prior to their initiation into Astra Zeneca, Pfizer, Johnson and Johnson, et al's satanic vaccine cult.

And Noel Clare has Covid 19.

Of course he does.

The claw of the gawdelpus gets us all in the end.