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This Chinese Virus, Wuflu, Coffin Flu, this Fear Flu has changed our lives for the foreseeable future. Lives have been turned upside down. Businesses destroyed. Our entire worlds have been stripped of touch, tactile and temptation.

We are no longer able to hug our loved ones. No longer able to embrace our friends, wrap our arms around someone in comfort and heartfelt love.

Love is expressly forbidden, should it be displayed physically.

Unless it is about that special love that relates to pedophilia or that other fake love called prostitution, in which case the world is your oyster.  It seems that the expression of decency is verboten and sex is fine but hugs are banned.

Get your head around that.

Brothels are opening up but you can’t hug your Granny.

I wrote this some days ago and have been too frightened to submit it for publication. Will I sound like a headcase? A nutter? And then I thought: isn’t this what this site is all about? Freedom to express my thoughts and opinions? So here I go with my Q theory and you never know; maybe, just maybe Q will let me know if I am on the right track. Or even Prayingmedic… to those of you who do not follow Q, maybe you are better off to skip this article and or, better still, open your minds and give it a go.

I am going out on a limb here. Is it possible that this Chinese Virus feeds on fear and that it attacks our body’s ability to react to that fear.. through the production of adrenalin? Lack of Zinc?

As is so often the case these days, we sign up to contracts and agreements which require us to provide credit card details or authority to direct debit our bank accounts. Every few years, the credit card details need updating. 

And so it was, this morning that my Mum, Redhead, valiantly attempted to renew her card details by phoning her internet provider, TPG, and prepared herself for the normal " your call is important to us " stuff and, with luck and a fair wind, get through to someone before the card came up for expiry again a few years down the track.

And that is when it got interesting.

In Adelaide, Australia, a woman who had spent her 54 years of life trapped in a body that would not “ do as it was told “ because she had cerebral palsy, died. No, she did not die from cerebral palsy but from neglect. Yes, neglect. Despite being under the CARE of the Government funded National Disability Insurance Scheme, she died – alone, in a chair from which she had not moved in a year, with little food, no refrigerator, no toilet facility… and a Government funded “ carer “ had been looking after her.

When the Police found her, she was literally rotting. She was almost glued to the chair, suffering from pressure sores septic shock, multiple organ failure and malnutrition.

She was immediately sent to hospital where she died the next day.

The horror of this story is that she was under Federal Government Care.

There is an ever increasing number of sad stories coming out about how the 70 plus are being treated.     Is it a campaign to get them out of the way,   so that the more conservative members of the population are either locked up and only allowed to go outside at certain hours   to make sure that they become more quickly senile. Then the Leftie Luvies will  vote with their sick minds and place yet another idiot in power .  Is what what they hope to achieve all over the world.

We all know the fear of the axe. Older people remember well chopping wood ready for winter and the hard work it takes to chop the firewood that fuels the fire that keeps us warm in the long winter months.

We never needed to be told to be careful. We just knew. It was instinctive.

Some years ago, I watched a short video of a kid with an axe. It took me a few goes before I could watch it. I held back from the screen; I retreated and felt so horrified at what I was seeing that I could not bear to watch any more.

Eventually, I bit the bullet and watched through the entire 2 minutes. And it took a hell of a lot of courage to do so.

It made me cringe, draw breath and gasp. It was awful Yet, nothing in it was awful. It was my anticipation of what was coming that frightened me. I feared what would happen next.