The Caravan is settled nicely in the cave in the Cairngorms. Our dog Grampian is hot, fat and happy, and Mrs Grinch is also fat. Again, we are thankful that we got out of Carnoustie just before the lockdowns begin. Tell me though, how are you enjoying the ending of your summer of semi-euphoria? What can I say? Except, “I told you so, ” and I tell you once again, that “you a’int seen nothing yet,” for the rule of 666 (no more than six people gathered and all six foot six inches apart) is quickly dissolving as the lockdown screws are turning. Of course, Boris doesn’t want to do it, but then he’s not in charge, for it is obvious that most of the nations are getting their orders from above them. Yes, indeed, we are now seeing a second wave and it is saying, “Bye-bye Britain! Bye-bye West.”
So, new virus rules are 'inevitable’’ ‘Circuit breakers’ will be applied here, there and everywhere, for indeterminate periods of time, whilst the nosey neighbours of Ken and Karen, will now snitch their way to a self-pleasing heaven.
We are all, of course, extremely concerned at this critical time that things might spiral out of control if a firm view of things does not get a firm grip on the trend, nay, even the trajectory of the rising infection rate. Oh, and by the way, it’s all you social distancing naysayers, you silly and irresponsible anti-mask muppets, even you who want to be tested, who have brought us to this place once more. You should be made to bury the Covid dead, which, at the present time will take one of you about 20 minutes. Still, you should!
Yes, there are not many dead at the moment, no, not many at all. No matter! For lockdown, sorry, the circuit-breaks, will put paid to that. Thankfully, our universities want you young-uns to be kept safe on campus, so just to make sure, you won’t be let on campus. Viva distance learning! Oh, and you won’t be able to travel any distance during lockdown anyways as travel restrictions will be on the rise, especially on buses, many of which will shortly be going bust due to lack of demand, except school buses, of course, where currently there is no social distancing at all until you get in your school bubble. Still, it’s good to see a soaring Spitfire bank and thank the stressed and apprehensive NHS for their work as all the care-workers are encouraged to receive a pay-rise for their rising anxiety and continued sacrifice, while millions have already been sacrificed on the altar of ‘led by the science’ by these spiky sticklebacked and snot-nosed sleeve wiping politicians will get bugger all.
Paltry, pitiful little pee-men these politicians are, and that’s just the women. As for the slammed Nightingale Hospitals, (remember them?) well, though they are not looking to open them in the near future, health bosses are ‘sufficiently concerned’ to put them on the higher alert state, especially in Brum, where anyone else in the country who exhibits an inexplicable black-country accent will now be exhibiting a new symptom of Covid, along with crooning like Jimmy Clitheroe and coughing like a Crankie. I now count 246 symptom of having Covid, including ear-ache, heart ache and testicle damage, to name but three more. When will it all end? Never. Not even when there is a vaccine, which, in case you are interested will be next year and Ken and Karen will lead the way in rolling up your sleeves.
£10,000 IN FINES!!
Meanwhile, Boris is making people in England who refuse an order to self-isolate eligible to be fined up to £10,000. From 28 September, the new legal duty requires people to self-isolate if they test positive for coronavirus, or, are traced as a close contact. New measures also include a penalty for employers who ‘punish’ those told to self-isolate.
Yes, the ‘guidance’ to self-isolate has gone friends, and now it’s law, and breaking it means a kick in the financial gonads, again. How will it be enforced? Well, NHS Test and Trace will make regular contact with those isolating to check compliance, and maybe one of those marshals, dressed in a hazmat suit, will come a knocking on your door? Or maybe, just maybe, you will be forced to download a track and trace app and let your phone do their monitoring for them? Failing that there are always ankle bracelets, or neck bracelets filled with explosives! No, I am only joking. Our government and its boss, the United Nations, would never hurt anyone that broke their draconian declarations. They might put you in a camp, but kill you? Surely not. All those large black plastic coffins on the USA are simply large storage units for FEMA picnic hampers, and the talk of guillotines are simply evidence of paper cutting only, and that, for the making of birthday cards and the like to send to you while you self-isolate. There is nothing to see here or speculate about. Move on.
RELIGIOUS REPRESSION IN THE UK
I understand that in the USA, the City of Niles has dropped all four “disorderly conduct” citations against Pastor Daniel Chiu of the Romanian church Logos Baptist Ministries. Pastor Chiu received the $800 fine for holding peaceful morning and evening worship services for two consecutive Sundays. Liberty Counsel Founder and Chairman Mat Staver, who represented with mad Romanian man, said,
“It is beyond belief that a pastor would be charged with ‘disorderly conduct’ for peacefully and safely holding a church service. Think about it – a pastor who survived Communist Romania is charged with ‘disorderly conduct’ for holding a church service in America – the Land of the Free. This is shameful. The repression against the church under Communism failed, and it will not succeed here in America.”
Or will it. It has certainly succeeded in the UK?
ARE MASKS ARE FOR MUPPETS OR CAMP GUARDS?
I digress, let’s go to the science, for these particular Yanks, are obviously following a different set of scientists than Boris. To highlight a different scientist, a Dr. Rancourt (no doubt a quack of sorts) has apparently said that the most recent randomized controlled trial [published] this year basically concluded that they could find no evidence that masks, hand-washing and distancing, in terms of reducing the risk of these types of diseases, were of any use. IE, [They] didn’t help!
Apparently, the virus is lighter than air and floats in it, and therefore carries on quite easily through any kind of mask, Gucci designed or otherwise, and thus is transported along in the air. Now then, not being a scientist, I cannot comment on this, however, there are a growing number of mindless muppets standing like camp-guards in front of the gates of stores who can comment on this, and in the so doing, insist on you wearing a mask and washing your hands in their sanitizer. My wife, an ardent reveller in retail therapy, has no skin left on her fat little fingers as it’s all been burnt off by hand these sanitizers. We are, of course, pursuing this in the courts, and with our winnings, shall buy a gold plated plastic face visor with matching mask. Anyhoo, I digress again, (is digression a symptom of Covid?) for as I dutifully wore my mask at Maccy D’s the other day, and scanned in the QR code from the window pane into the track and trace system provided by the government on my phone so as to indicate my entering the premises, whilst avoiding the bogey which a five year old had left on it I ordered my food on the touch screen display with gastro-intestinal gurgling delight, and then eagerly perambulated around the one way track to my directed seating area. Here I quickly removed by mask and bit deeply into Big Mac and Fries. Unfortunately, I was far too eager, and one of the fries went down the wrong hole bringing on an eye watering coughing fit. Having now quickly cleared all the tables around me of petrified punters, I finished my ‘meal,’ breathed deeply, licked the polystyrene tray, donned my mask once more, and made my way to the exit, parting the people before me like Moses in the red sea, the twins of fear and ignorance giggling by my side. The punters obviously did not know, that the virus is both stopped by my mask and like a dog, sat quietly at my feet whilst I ate my food, climbing back in my gob, just before I put the mask back on. No nonsense here, that’s for sure.
THE DEATH OF A MODERN-DAY SAINT & CHRISTMAS TURKEYS
On a more sombre note, I hear that revered saint of a woman, Ruth Bader, is now dead. I am sure millions of murdered babies are desperately sad over her descent. I hear Trump is planning to put a conservative woman into SCOTUS, because gender wise, apparently, it’s a ‘like for like’ exchange when it comes to women, or as TED says, ‘womxn.’ Interestingly, I hear ‘Big Mike’ might be put forward as a candidate for Scotus? And talking of Michelle, as Netflix now pushes paedophilia, let’s forget the pushing of the same by Cuties, because a Danish TV show for children is asking young kids aged 7-14 to comment on naked adult bodies. The program, “Ultra Strips Down,” puts a live audience of children in front of naked adults to “encourage body positivity,” as explained by the show’s producers to the New York Times. Apparently, Young children are exposed to adult bodies of all sizes and ages who disrobe in front of them during the show. Ultra’s producers see the show as an educational tool to combat body shaming. Imagine that! Now then, speaking as an older man’s genitalia, when I get my kit off, it’s like seeing the last Turkey in the shop hanging in a butcher’s empty Christmas window and quite frankly, it’s a sight I would not inflict on Mrs Grinch, never mind children.
The world has gone mad.
WHAT CAN WE EXPECT IN THE COMING DAYS?
We can expect an acceleration of the madness in all of its manifest forms, including the halting of the building of new roads in Wales. ( I kid ye not) There are over 10 million people in some form of lockdown in the UK. right now, and despite the ever-rolling regional lockdowns, the call is out for another national lockdown. In the increasingly tense, complex situations before us, anything could happen in the chaos and confusion which now so clearly exists, and I suspect that it will. Our only hope is being presented as the vaccine and all of its accoutrements, which shall all be hoisted upon us all shorty, and after the winter tightening of the screw, you just might be gagging for it, and if you are not, then watch out!
Hear me now, the dark days of winter begin in 36 days. The Government is now changing gear very fast indeed, now quickly driving us over the precipice of madness. A new national lockdown is ready to fall upon is as the government inconsistency of message, coupled with consistency of the NWO communist takeover will see their gains pounded home. I still say ‘Get ready, I say get ready!’ Because you ain’t seen nothing yet.
Remember, that if the truth alarms you, the problem is not with the truth. Oh, and one more thing before I go today, that sound you hear, is the sound and impact of the technocratic hammer of tyranny falling, and the track and trace and isolate dance macabre which is now well underway as the New World Order tries to push its control and kill agenda. IT IS TIME TO SAY ENOUGH!
Remember, the NWO’s only answer to is the New World Order, and its Control Vaccine, as it attempts to speedily implement its plans of World-Wide control to usher in the Anti-Christ, in what history shall record to be the Greatest Depression of all time.
We need a Saviour and I wonder if one shall soon be presented to humanity?
Meanwhile, get to the ‘New Abnormal’ as soon as you can, because your world which you once knew has now gone forever.
The Future is here and it is NOW time for the ‘time-of-the-end’ disciple to arise and for New Antiochs to be birthed, to meet the times now here.
PS, I am beyond angry at what is going on, I am furious! And you should be too. Indeed, I am angry BECAUSE I am a Christian. If you are not angry yet, then I doubt your salvation. Maybe YOU are not a Christian. Think about that.
PPS, I know you don’t believe it, but.. food shortages are still coming, so, please plant a garden and protect it, and then quietly extend and disperse your pantry. Without a public uprising, a dark, dark, winter of discontent could be our portion, the likes of which we have never seen before, followed by a decade of destruction.
Until next weekend, Grinchy.
Freelance Researcher & News Compiler | The Grinch | Published | 2020 | September 20th | 07:30 |
(I am The Grinch, both by name and nature, and, on the whole, I care more about having you informed rather than uplifted. I think that's why ‘The Way’ still uses my services.)
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The editors of The Way are STILL insisting I put up my source links and number-link them! Dream on. My Gonzo writing style does not easily allow numerical referencing, plus, they don’t pay me enough. Also, as a long-standing researcher I have a VAST AMOUNT of sources, and having been researching for many, many years, I consequently draw on the historical archives of my memory, which, if you ask my wife, Granada, is not at its best even on sunny days. Oh wait a minute, Granada is our dog. Well, that just goes to prove it. Look, do your own research, for much of what I write about is open source. Don’t be so lazy! You have to ‘search the *Scriptures’ to see if your Pastor is on track (unless you go to Hillsong or any other mainline denominational church where you can guarantee they are off track anyway), well, you should be! Therefore, Google what I tell you and see if it ain’t so. Even so editors, I will try harder. But not too much.
* Scriptures-The Bible-God’s Book. It used to be very common in Christian churches and people actually used to read it, and some even obeyed it.
Who is The Grinch? | I met Rev Victor Robert Farrell of ‘The Way’ over 40 years ago when we served together on the same Submarine. Therefore, like him, I am old enough to know better but still young enough possess some fire in my bones. Unlike him though, I have nothing to lose, and consequently, I say what I like, making sure I always like what I say. I am also a great fan of ‘Gonzo’ style types of journalism, as you can probably tell.
I live with my wife, Mrs. Grinch, not Mrs. Hinch, though she has all of her books, though I am not sure if Mrs. Hinch is a follower of Mrs. Grinch? Anyway, having moved out of our council flat in Carnoustie, we now live ‘off the grid’ in a 4 berth caravan parked in a big enough cave up in the Cairngorms with our 5-year-old West Highland Terrier, Maisie. If push comes to shove, we shall eat her, but that’s a long way off as we have been preppers now for years. Meanwhile, we love her to bits.
I do not have a cell phone, and only communicate with The Way via email, and to do this I have a satellite uplink to the internet. It is old technology, and though the signal redundancy is longer than I would like, it works and it keeps on working. Meanwhile, The Way has instructions to delete all my details PERMANENTLY and once a month to follow the tried and tested, ‘Acid and Hammer Hilary Method’ of Hard-Drive Data Destruction.
I am a Christian, A Bible Believer and I am pro-human. My only goal in life is to speak the truth from a Biblical World View, and that means I am part of the biggest conspiracy theory (so-called) ever! Oh, and yes, like me, don’t like me, I still don’t really care.