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The only way you can remove a tumour is to have a competent surgeon. One who has the will, the expertise, the determination and the tools to perform the life saving operation.

It does not matter how skilled the surgeon is, how well equipped the operating theatre or the team of staff the surgeon has at his side, without the scalpels and tools, the tumour cannot be excised.

As the fraud in global elections is mounting at an alarming level and we lose more and more of our freedom to the so called Corona Virus, 2020 has seen us plunged in to lockdowns, masks and a constant campaign of fear mongering.

Climate Change was put to one side while the planet was conditioned to accept unacceptable restrictions on our day to day lives, all under the guise of keeping us safe.

We have had years of social engineering where our opinions are callously disregarded if we do not submit to Black Lives Matter, babies are sacrificed on the altar of " my body my choice " , our elderly and vulnerable are subjected to abuse and neglect and our children brainwashed in to believing that pedophilia is normal. Little children are encouraged to learn about sex, become transgender and abandon the centuries old family values that have cemented our communities and kept us united.

 We as humans are supposed to be above cruelty and  neglect, inhuman treatment it is called,  but we as humans are doing this very thing.

In every respect we are  without feelings or compassion, not only to our animals,  but to our elderly , in a lot of cases to our children  also to our wild life.   I am going to go into a list of examples.   Look at motherhood for a start.   In almost every case with very few exceptions the new mother is very protective and loving towards her new born.

Redhead bought a new fan a few days ago. One of those tall slim ones that hum away in the background and don't blow your wool off if you are Shaun the Sheep. As always these days, it came in flatpack, and, in the absence of her late husband, it fell to the young neighbour to put the bits together.

I have a love hate relationship with flatpack. I hate putting it together and love it when someone else does the assembly. 

Having worked in a mens maximum security prison, I know all about lock downs. They happened when something was up or something was about to go down. Drugs on the compound, hooch ( illegally brewed alcohol) being hatched in a garden hose somewhere; or the tell tale signs : prisoners returning property to the property store instead of being in their cell. Hair being cut, a change in telephone habits. A riot being planned. 

The easiest way to quell the forment was to lock down, isolate prisoners from each other and cut off their means of communication.