09.04.2020

Warrren Buffett is often quoted as saying “when the tide goes out you can see who’s swimming naked.” I think he was talking about market corrections, and finding out the true value of assets when the financial shit hits the fan. But for media in the UK, the difference between reality and the way it’s presented is a gaping chasm. They are having their own private apocalypse, the tide is well and truly out and all their arses are on show.

Despite briefly finding its spine for a day, when even the Telegraph, a notoriously Tory paper, ran the front page headline “QUESTIONS WITHOUT ANSWERS” about the daily briefings, The Independent questioned why only 2000 NHS staff had been tested for coronavirus.

But yesterday, when we had just shy of 1000 deaths in hospital from coronavirus, the BBC lead with a story about Boris Johnson sitting up in bed, the deaths were relegated to second.

When Italy was at its peak of deaths, an appalling amount, around 900 a day, our media were describing it in apocalyptic terms. This from the BBC in an article written on the 27^th of March –

“Every day is a struggle for Italians to take in the scale of this tragedy. It's as if the country is losing the population of a village day after day. There have been 541 deaths just in the region of Lombardy in the past 24 hours. It's staggering.”

Or this headline on Sky News

On the 19^th of March, the Guardian was talking about how the Italian army were struggling to take the bodies away, how a generation died. Here’s the article - 

I found a couple of front pages from when Italy was going into quarantine.

Versus today’s front pages.

 

But the day after our daily death toll topped Italy at its worst, here’s the Guardian top line –

And the BBC News front page –

We won't get a refund on our £17,000 chalet! OMG, I weep for you. 

And yesterday, just after the daily deaths were announced, Laura Kuensberg, the BBC political editor tweeted this –

It is just bizarre. We now have the second highest daily death toll apart from the USA, and we’re being told, everything is tickedy boo with Boris, he’s doing a great job, lets give him a round of applause, which, if anyone in future happens to be reading this, categorically did not happen. At least not where I was riding from Dalston, past Broadway market and into Hoxton.  

Is this Hypernormalisation? 

And this today from the Sun, who I don’t even want to link or look at their website, in case that bit of ad revenue keeps them afloat one second longer.

But last year - 

The good news is, several of their high profile journalists have been tweeting ‘support journalism, The Sun costs less than a cup of coffee.” Fuck off and die.

The Sun has been a loss leader for Rupert Murdoch for years, he’ll save more money avoiding tax by keeping his chosen party in power via his vile propaganda rag than the £68m loss it made in 2019. If his papers went bust, we would really see a change for the better in the world.

Now Corbyn’s out, they don’t need to keep pretending to give a hoot about anti Semitism either. In fact, The Evening Standard, now edited by economically illiterate ex chancellor of the exchequer Gideon Osborne, AKA George Osborne, who edited the paper while sitting as a member of parliament, which any serious democracy would not tolerate, published this anti-semitic cartoon of Britain’s most prominent Jewish politician. Hook nosed, eating a bacon sandwich. On Passover.

And last night Bernie Sanders pulled out of the Democratic candidate race, so Americans now only have the choice between voting for a senile rapist, or, a senile rapist. So things have a melancholic feel at the moment. I don’t know what will happen, but I hope things change. America looks like things might get ugly.

Proof

In other news, a comrade of the goof is signing up to join the illuminati. This guy’s done done time for the goof, puts himself at personal risk for it, and always, always, takes it too far. He once spent a night in a cell for prank calls. Goofed someone so hard they called the police.

Anyway, he’s been looking for the inside track to make it big in business for a long time, but luckily came across a keeper of the gate to success. All he wants is £200 to sign him up, and bingo, the world’s your oyster. Talk about being productive in lock down. Apparently they’ve got a handle on covid too, it can’t touch illuminati members because they’re protected by the illuminati necklace.

And my dad’s put his 3D printer into action, printing headbands for protective masks for hospital workers.

Oh, and the hospital recruiter got back to me. I'm in the queue, they're doing inductions every week so hopefully I'll be in the next lot. The mice are getting bold, I really need a hair cut but but all the barbers are shut and the helicopters and sirens are more or less constant now. 

Here are a few photos of the old weird London.

A hut, where legend has it, one of Jack the Ripper's victims' autopsies was performed, with the steeple of St George in the East church, built by Nicholas Hawksmoor, and sits on the eastern arm of the pentagram his churches make across London, behind it. 

The churches built by Hawksmoor super imposed on a map of London. 

Abandoned ripper hut in front of the now abandoned St George's leisure centre.

The occult associations of the Hawksmoor church seem to still attract those who glimpse the other side. This was pinned to the ripper hut. There are other cryptic art works made out of spent laughing canisters, but unfortunately too many have fallen off and it is illegible.  

I know how emo this is, but this is my favourite gravestone where I walk my dog. I wonder if this person was born during last plague outbreak in London in 1665-6. Would have had a good long life if so. 

 

Stay safe comrades! Hail Satan!