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A few weeks ago, Redhead, My Mum, lost her ironing board to the big laundry in the sky. It passed from a non covid-related injury. Its legs just collapsed and it fell to the floor to iron no more. It was not vaccinated and it had never worn a mask. 

It simply became a deceased board that had become bored of life. 

So why am I writing an article about a dead ( deceased ) ironing board? Because I volunteered to buy a replacement for the fallen servant who had served so well. And that is where it all went wrong....

Social media has been in an uproar since a member of European Parliament posted a video of a hearing in which a Pfizer director admitted the company never tested whether its Covid mRNA vaccine prevents transmission prior to its approval for emergency use.

Though the fact that Covid mRNA vaccines do not prevent transmission was, of course, abundantly clear from the data soon after their implementation, this myth was a primary justification for vaccine passes and a primary cause of the unprecedented venom launched at those who refused Covid vaccines throughout 2021 and continuing through today.

It is a funny thing. Ever since we were children, we had an eye on the prize. The balloon, the Christmas present, the bike or toy we had always wanted. 

During the clot shot years, people had their eye on the balloon: that overseas trip that they could not take if they were not vaccinated. The job they needed to feed their families. 

Many people didn't listen to the words because they were too busy looking at the reward that they would get for being compliant.

And, too often, the words were weasel words. They were not honest. They were full of lies, treachery and deceit. 

The roots of socialism's tragedies can be found in Marx's famous Manifesto.

I recently had occasion to re-read Karl Marx’s seminal Communist Manifesto. It had been nearly twenty years since my first reading of the text in graduate school and I remembered little beyond class antagonisms, Marx’s materialism, and the exploitation of the proletariat. But the ongoing crisis in Venezuela led me to once again reflect on the Socialist and Communist Philosophy underneath the unfolding crisis.

One day, I took my late Dad for a drive in the country. He was 87 years old at that time. He passed at 89.

It was on a mountain top.  A small mountain but Dad rather liked it. And so did I. 

It was about 10 years ago. 

Dad and I looked out across and we saw the sea. We saw the vast expanse that was the Coral Sea and having imagined the Pacific Ocean beyond. .and we looked at it and said " we fought for this. "

Yes, he did. And lest we forget this. 

I can still see it now..

After some years, the wife decided that they should get a new pup. A terrier cross. Anyone who has had a Jack Russell or any kind of terrier will know that they eat energizer batteries for breakfast and only have two speeds: fast and really fast. Terriers are a mix of Formula 1 and Demolition Derby. 

A few months in, hubby is unhappy and complaining that the little fella is a handful, too energetic, too demanding and too tiring. 

All I could say was “ at least it’s not a woman. “