battle for the soul of the planet of the jackanapes

 

Melissa Strickland whose job title is Quality Auditor at Pfizer, has this month spoken out to accuse her employer of concealing the use of cells from babies murdered by abortion in the production of their Covid 19 Flu virus vaccine. 

She has produced email evidence of a deliberate policy of concealment among senior management at Pfizer regarding the use of tissue from murdered children in the testing of the vaccine.

In an interview she says: "This is not about Republican, Democrat, Liberal or Conservative... This is informed consent on injecting something inside of you from a company that has called it an experimental vaccine... This is about seeing something that has been done that you do not think is right and exposing it."

Meanwhile across the internet, articles about the use of murdered babies in the production and or testing of vaccines are being suppressed, removed and programatically ignored by search engines. The agents of Big Pharma are systematically replacing those articles in search results with falsehoods and inuendos obscuring the truth of the matter.

There is no media reportage of the death toll or the cripple toll from the vaccines except to downplay it.

Soylent Green is people.

idea for a novelty music video in aid of charity

Establishing shot: Roadside. Distinctive looking girl thumbing a lift. A Toyota Carolla screeches to a halt. She gets in.

Girl: "You're..."

James: "Bong, James Bong."

Girl: "You mean Bong like the drug user's paraphenalia?"

James: "No, no. I mean a cutesy word that sounds funny. Think of the bonging of a bell. That sort of bong. You people have completely lost all sense of innocence."

Girl: "Is this going to be a multi million dollar vanity video like Michael Jackson's Thriller?"

James: (Business with facial expressions.) "Er, well, there'll be vanity in it anyway."

Exterior shot: Casino. Bong's car screeches to a halt outside.
Interior shot: Bong is now at a card table facing off against some characterful actor. Maybe a big fat guy. Some of those guys do great characters. The game is player's choice.

Dealer: "Mr Bong the deal is to you. You may choose the game."

James: "Seven card stud, aces low."

The Dealer deals. Each player gets two cards face down, and one community card is laid in the centre of the table. Much card acting. James has two Kings down. Le Chiffre has two Aces down. The community card is an Ace giving Le Chiffre a three Aces. Both players bet desultorily. Another community card is dealt. It is a King. Le Chiffre still has three Aces. James has three Kings. Both players ham it up and bet desultorily again. Another community card is dealt. It is a Two of Diamonds. Le Chiffre still has three Aces. James still has three kings. More ham acting and desultory betting. The last community card is dealt. It is a Two of Clubs giving both a full players a full house, Le Chiffre in Aces, James in Kings. Neither bets. Each receives a final down card. James gets a King. Let Chiffre gets an Ace. James now has a Poker of Kings. Le Chiffre has a Poker of Aces.

Le Chiffre: (Sliding pile of chips into the centre of the table.) "One hundred million dollars. (To sexy girl beside him.) Oops, I dropped a chip. Would you pick that up for me? Thank you. (Ogles her bum characterfully and actorishly.)"

Crowd: "Murmur, murmur, murmur."

Camera Close Up on James. Lots of thoughtful face pulling, beaded sweat, loosening of ties. opening of shirt buttons.

James: (rubbing his neck issues a sudden scream) "Eeeeek. I've got a double chin."

(Gorgeous waitress appears with a drink on a tray.)

Waitress: "Your double gin Mr Bong."

James: "Thank you. (Still rummaging about his collar.) I knew I shouldn't have worn three ties today."

Point Of View Camera Shot From James To Le Chiffre. There are several really good looking girls beside him. They are wiggling at James and indicating parts of their bodies suggestively. Opening fur coats to reveal scanty clads. That sort of thing. Subtle is the mot injuste.

James: (To camera) "It's the blog. Chicks love the blog."

Sinister Arab In Full Abaya Standing In Crowd: (to possible accomplice) "What's an abaya? Oh and... Kill James Bong."

James: "I heard that. I mean I'm right here. For crying out loud."

Arab: "Sorry. Sorry. (In a stage whisper.) Kill James Bong."

Rather Splendid Girl: "I'm a waitress Guv."

Girls flanking Le Chiffre are now holding up signs that say: "Get it here." And somewhere the ghost of Rowan Atkinson's scriptwriter is smiling. (Or suing.) With difficulty James brings his attention back to the table.

Dealer: "Mr Bong. We are waiting."

James: "What was the  question again?"

Dealer: "The bet is to you. A hundred million dollars. You must play or fold."

James: "Neuf a la banque."

Dealer: "Excuse me?"

James: "I mean bloody hell." (He looks at his down cards. Lots of looking at cards acting.)

Le Chiffre: "You cannot bluff me."

James: (Pushing money into the centre of the table.) "I'll see your hundred million..."

(James waves an airy hand)

James: "And raise you..."

(James waves an airy hand again. This time he knocks his double gin into the cleavage of an exremely atrractive woman sitting at his right.)

James: "Sorry. Sorry."

(Lots of James frantically wiping the cleavage with a hankie and saying sorry and patting the cleavage apologetically. Woman's facial expressions vary and are a study. Somewhere the ghost of Woody Allen etc etc.)

James: (to Le Chiffre and getting back to the business in hand) "Raise... Five hundred million dollars."

Crowd: "Murmur, murmur, murmur."

Dealer: "Will you people stop murmuring! At least say real words. Cabbage or something. Didn't any of you even go to acting school? Try a little method, people. Think of your back stories."

Le Chiffre does some looking at Bong acting, some looking at cards acting and some loosening his shirt acting. Beads of sweat etc etc. At Bong's bet, the sexy girls move from Le Chiffre's side around the table to Bong's side and begin wiggling suggestively at Le Chiffre.

A cat suddenly lands on the table amid the chips.

Cat: "Meyow."

A Woman: "Screams."

Dealer: "It's alright. It's only a cat. Who let that cat in here?"

Le Chiffre: "Here, puss, puss, puss."

Dealer: "Monsieur Le Chiffre. It is your call."

Le Chiffre: "My name's Trevor."

Dealer: "Okay. Monsieur Le Trevor. You must play or pass."

Le Chiffre: "Very well Mr Bong. I will see you. Five hundred million dollars."

(He pushes remaining stack of chips into the centre of the table.)

They turn over their cards.

Bong: (Announcing his hand.) "Four Kings."

Le Chiffre: (Triumphantly) "Four Aces."

Music FX: The clashing metal riff from View To A Kill by the British music combo styling themselves Duran Duran gives a false start to the music and dies out. The riff is catchy but curious.

A Woman: "Screams."

Dealer: "Who let Duran Duran in here?"

Le Chiffre starts to draw in the chips.

Dealer: "Monsieur Le Chiffre, the game was called Aces Low. Aces are low. Mr Bong wins."

Music FX: The Duran Duran clashing metal riff again.

A Woman: "Screams."

Arab: "Kill Duran Duran."

Waitress: "Not me. I like them."

Le Chiffre: (to Bong) "You dare to defy me?"

James: "Never mind old chap. It's only money. Gosh it's late. Must fly. Yawn. Time to settle up our debts."

Le Chiffre does some great sinister Fat Guy villain acting and calls to a lacky.

Le Chiffre: "My checque book."

James: "I prefer cash."

Le Chiffre: (Tearing off checque and handing it to waiter) "Cash this."

Waiter stares at checque, his eyes become avid, he looks at camera maniacally, stuffs checque into jacket and exits.

James and Le Chiffre haven't noticed the waiter is absconding with the checque. They eye each other defiantly but neither can think of anything to say.

Le Chiffre: "Eh, err..."

James: "Ah, um, oh..."

Le Chiffre: (Optimistically) "Yes?"

James: "Nothing. I thought I had a good one there. But no. It's gone."

The waiter returns and dumps 500 million dollars on the table.

Waiter: (to camera) "I couldn't steal it. Stealing is wrong."

Le Chiffre: "Spend the money quickly Mr Bong."

James: "Waiter. Get me a coca cola please. And keep the change. All of it."

Waiter: (Joyful) "Neuf a la waiter!"

Le Chiffre: (in cold fury) "Bong, you bollocks. (Then to the waiter.) Spend the money slowly. Try to hold it on to it for at least five minutes."

Music FX: The clashing clashing metal riff from A View To A Kill. James speaks and continues into his version of the song.

James: "How do they do that riff? What sort of an instrument do you play it on? Do people actually specialise in that instrument? Oh yes, I play the grinding, scraping, clashing metal thing for Duran Duran. I studied it at the Sorbonne... Meeting you with a view to a kill. Face to face, secret places, feel the chill."

The song is performed straight. Not even a parody. But a few amusing visual vignettes. A pie fight. Gotta have one of those. Le Chiffre trying to throttle the waiter. The Arab pleading plaintively: "Is there anyone here who will help me kill James Bong?" The song version should be as good as Duran Duran's orginal. Maybe we could extend the video concept and follow View To A Kill with the Norwegian combo Aha's classic Living Daylights. Yes. Let's make this a double A Side.

valhalla

 

a feasting hall of the dead

the place is thronged

with anonymous provincial poets

the walls ring with their songs

and far down sit the few

who won great fame whilst yet alive

and in this place

where triumph and pretention are ripped bare

and fame and fancy torn to dust

yeats and shakespear

dog the heels of one such

ciaran smith

vying for his favour

pleading his attention

he in turn

is kind to them

velour mists drifting over reeds

Lovely gentle light octobering the leaves as the music of the spheres chimes from an evening breeze.

A bunch of ducks faffing around on the bank spot me and come running.

Ginger duck is with them. She's a different kind of duck completely, a size bigger than the others, and coloured orange no less, but she hangs around with these and they seem to accept her.

I wonder could she be a goose.

For now she's Ginger duck.

Presently I'm aware of Baybay Swan at my elbow waiting quietly. This is the only swan on the three lakes that doesn't bite.

The other swans would have announced their presence by taking a chunk of arm into their generous beaks and giving it a good pinch.

As we sit another baby swan, big as a labrador dog, dashes by on the path.

She's not a part of any of the lake families but has strayed in, and she's running because Cecilia the Mama is in hot pursuit trying to drive her off.

Jess and Pancho are on extension leads but they're as good as gold staying clear of swans n dux.

Maybe the fleeing swan has been weaned from somewhere nearby. I hope they'll let her stay. I reckon she's a girl swan because it's the Mama chasing her. Normally X the Papa does the territorial enforcement work but he might opt out when it's a girl.

I haven't seen Ceecee do this before.

People are sauntering around the lake in quiet good fellowship.

The ghost of the singer Van Morrison appears. He is keen to reprise a line from his best song.

"Ah Heelers," he says, "if only it could be like this all the time, eh."

It is a very pleasant evening.

The ghosts of a music combo styling themselves U2 arrive and set up a piano under the trees.

Then their lead singer tootles, possibly trying to impress Van Morrison:

"October

And the trees are stripped bare

Of all they wear

What do I care

October

And kingdoms rise

And kingdoms fall."

There are still leaves on the trees, lovely gold and yellow and red ones but the song is very good really, quite poignant and plaintive and perfect.

As I walk home I realise I've lost my mobile phone, a realisation followed quickly by a cosmic frivolity.

Maybe I don't need a mobile phone.

the first letter of saint james to the commentators

 

Coffee with someone.

Someone says: "Do you not think priests should be speaking out against the vaccines?"

I say: "I tend not to tell priests to do this, that or the other. These things call for discernment. They're getting criticism and manipulation from all angles. They're individuals too. Some of them don't have strong insight or convictions about the vaccine. Some of them are a bit left wing. Some of them are doing their best to remain priests in an age that sneers at them for it. It's not necessarily up to the Padres to micro manage us on every issue. Catholics have two thousand years of what Jesus taught, they have lifetimes of priestly witness, and they also have the teaching of the scriptures which God made known through the Jews. We weren't born yesterday. We all of us know enough to know we shouldn't be ingesting substances marketed to us as vaccines and made out of the bodies of unborn children murdered by abortion. Of course the Pro Life rug has been pulled from under the priests' feet by Pope Francis the present occupant of the seat of Saint Peter. It's hard for them to speak out for that reason too. And boy when I say occupant of the seat of Saint Peter, do I mean occupant. His government has just announced contrary to natural law, contrary to the gospel and contrary to tradition that vaccines made out of aborted babies can in fact be used by Catholics. And he's made the vaccines mandatory in the Vatican itself. Remember that old gag about the abomination of desolation standing in a place that was not his. It's him. He's standing there now. Anyhoo. I don't want to go casting no aspoyshuns. Priests are naturally wary as am I about criticising the Pope. Every Communist, Nazi, Freemason, and Satanist in history has sought to diminish the Pope whenever they could. If you think priests should be speaking out about anything maybe you might consider going to church. You might also think about befriending priests before you start telling them what to do. Befriending means not putting them on a pedestal with excessive deference or respect, not giving them a perfunctory greeting and hurrying away, and not expecting them to agree on everything or to know everything about everything. The Catholic church is best understood as a family. Why on earth do we marginalise our brother priests and sister nuns? The worst scandal of the age is that we often abandon priests and nuns to grow old alone. And you know every two bit commentator like myself is telling priests what they should be doing. On the internet it can be like everyone with a website is setting himself up as Pope. The situation is all the more complex if you accept my analysis that the present Pope is a false Pope at the same time as you accept me saying that the Catholic church is ancient, beautiful and true and that the Papacy is a treasure of the human race. It is. But history will refer to this Pope who presumes to use the name Francis, as Jorge the Apostate. Just slipping that one in there so you know where I stand. But think of what we're up against. The forces of darkness have always had it as a main war aim to smash the authority of the Papacy and stampede the people away from their priests and nuns. There has always been factioneering in the church, some of it well intentioned, some of it mischievious. Saint Paul wrote about this in the first chapter of his Letter To The Corinthians. One of his greatest hits. Saint Paul says: "Some of you are saying I am for Paul. I am for Apollos. I am for Cephas. I am for Christ. Has Christ been parcelled out? Was Paul crucified for you?" I would note that today some people are saying: I am for Doctor Taylor Marshall (who talks vexatious nonsense about various types of crucifixes being heretical depending on the position of the arms of the Christ figure): or I am for Michael Voris from the Church Militant website (who regularly engages in equally vexatious nonsense talk of his own with a broad brush calling Bishops monsters in mitres); or I am for John Henry Westen at Lifesite News (who wrongly accuses the Pope of committing an offence by not naming the Blessed Mother as mediatrix of all graces, a title the church has never formally accorded her); or I am for Raymond Arroyo (who you can see on EWTN and is about the best of the bunch but some of his showboating on Fox News with Laura Ingraham is less professional than his usual measured principled fare) or the rumbunctious, occasionally maniacal sounding, Father James Altman  (who at this stage appears to have called half the population of the planet earth panseys, and that's just the half he's going easy on.) All these people are right sometimes, perhaps sincere always, and wrong sometimes. But Christ has not been parcelled out. Remember. Okay. All I can suggest is try befriending a Padre today. Thank him for his celebration of  mass. Ask him to discuss the sermon with you. Give him feedback. Show appreciation. You wanna see the Padres running when I approach em to do this. Like startled fawns bounding up the mountain path. But they might take it from you. Maybe invite him to dinner with your family. Enjoy his conversation. Show him he's valued as a friend. If it comes up in conversation by all means you have my permission to urge him to preach a sermon against the vaccines. Some of them are doing it anyway. Even in the times of the end, our Lord has his servants in every town."

obitcheries

 

General Colin Powell who served in Vietnam and rose to become head of the Joint Chiefs Of Staff of the American military, entering political life as Secretary of State in the administration of President George Bush, acting in that role during the successful liberations of Afghanistan from the Taliban and Iraq from Saddam Hussein's murderocracy, liberations later undone first by President Barack Obama who ceded Iraq to Iranian influence and then by President Donald Trump who ordered the surrender of Afghanistan back to the Taliban and by President Joe Biden who followed through on the Trump surrender, has died.

The vaccines killed him.

the crunch question

 

Question: Is Doctor Anthony Fauci of the American National Insitute of Health, evil?

Answer: You have to look at what goes on in those Chinese laboratories where Mr Fauci's collaborators created the Covid 19 virus by taking a harmless Flu virus from bats and turning it into a Flu virus that could affect humans. There is a disrespect for life in those laboratories. Those who engineered Covid 19 had no respect for the human beings who might die in any pandemic or outbreak caused by their amoral adventurism. But it is not just human life that is routinely disrespected in Chinese laboratories funded by Anthony Fauci. The laboratories, along with many laboratories in the West, routinely torture animals, damaging them systematically and keeping them alive for months on end as they serially violate them, demeaning life itself in frivolous trawls for data. The scientific gain from the torturing of dogs and other animals is purely notional. This is monstrous evil. I am not Anthony Fauci's judge but as much as a human being may pronounce on such things, I would state that Anthony Fauci and all those disprespecting the human race through adventurist medical pseudo scientific experiments and disrespecting life itself through the torture of animals in laboratories, are evil.