Another of my friends was buried yesterday.

3 pricks and gone, blood clots.
I have come to realise life is so short that it matters not what I write, what I say.
People will believe the TV, alleged scientists, abuse me even for trying to let them know the risks, so there is no point.
It all changes when mindsets change, not mine, other peoples, it all changes when people stop voting for people that live for free named politicians, that rage war and do not fight it, they send our children, then charge us for the war, every bomb dropped, every drone, plane or bullet we pay for.

When they want the poor gone, the disabled dead, the elderly buried, they do it via our children, or even us.

These freeloaders will also use thinktanks funded by us to think of more ways to divide us, splinter us into ever smaller groups, make us want to argue with each other, and on that note I put the shithead mark on mute, hive can keep him, and no, not got time to look at info on him anymore, no point.

I have always said change starts with self.

But that is a fallacy, a falsehood or stupid idea, it takes more than me. Than I.
I have changed the local area to me, made the mayor resign, given motorbikes away for free so children can have something to do, a purpose, but I can not change the entire country, or the world, that thought would be a delusion.

I took my daughter away from an abusive relationship with the state via indoctrination named school, but the majority are happy it seems the state abuse theirs, so yes, it takes more than just me.

Now I watch the west implode with thought crime, with insanity, safe spaces, pronouns, and all by design, and yes there is nothing I can do but be a mere spectator til people say enough is enough.

I watched the football/soccer in the UK yesterday, Manchester City V Aston villa, when the 3rd goal went in at a packed City ground for the home side I could see peoples faces screaming with passion, with delight, it was like a bag of wind named a football flying across the air and into a net named a goal meant as much as a life, where is that passion regards lock downs, regards ending government, regards real money backed by something other than belief?
Of course George Carlin was correct after all....

So as my buddy the gentle giant got buried, master of mixed martial arts, ultimate fighter that lost one eye doing it, I realised life is short, and it matters not what I write, so from now on I think my articles will be more light hearted, as it matters not does it?

Thousands of people turned out for him, his funeral, even bikers.
I just wish he could have seen it.

You can see his image on the stadium.

It took over a month to bury him due to ongoing legal action for cause of death, for his family insisting on an autopsy to PROVE it was not natural causes and was inflicted by multiple jabs, but hey, that puts them and me in the "conspiracy theorist" category by wanting to prove the junk mRNA jab is deadly, but prove it they did, big up to his family for insisting on an autopsy.

So it is with a heavy heart I say goodbye to my old friend, work mate, colleague, gentle giant, and possibly to my seri-arse articles, as I re-asses my own life, my own values, life is short, make the most of it, have a superb sunshine filled day.