As ‘Bungling’ Boris Johnson and his bunch of incompetent Merry Men continue their ridiculous journey down the rabbit hole with their insane restrictions in an attempt to turn our glorious nation into the Weimar republic, I have been inspired to create a highly controversial protest painting:
Click on the picture above to go to my Etsy page, and share far and wide with your friends and supporters of freedom in all forms.
With all the talk in the media now about changes to our ‘promised’ freedom in June, as we are once more being ravaged by a new ‘Scariant’ – I mean, VARIANT – to which actual scientific experts (the mostly silenced ones!) all agree is no more worrisome than the original strain, and just like FLU (another coronavirus!) will continue to change and adapt and have many, many more ‘Scariants’, I ask the question, “Just WHO are these people behind SAGE…?”
WHO Is Behind SAGE…?
To be totally honest, prior to this ‘panic-demic’, even though I had heard of Wuhan, China, as I have traveled through it, I’d never heard of SAGE (Scientific Advisory Group for Emergencies). I also never knew that an UN-ELECTED panel of people could wield so much power over a (so-called) democratic society, and based on their ‘expertise’ create so much chaos, fear, and damage. When I did hear about it, since I come from a marketing background, my first thought was that it was a very clever acronym, as it implies wisdom without there necessarily being any – it is merely assumed from the title! A very clever marketing and PR trick, if you will. I’ve therefore come up with my own interpretation of what SAGE means from my meager vantage point:
Please feel free to use the above jpeg, if you agree with my sentiments, and share it around. I’m rather proud that I managed to create it with my very limited knowledge of computer technology!
Who Picked These Experts?
I’m a very simple man, and a bit dim at that, but I do ask a lot of questions, and the past 15 months or so have sent questions swirling around my head like never before. Firstly, I was amazed that the world reacted as it did, based on the information that has been shared with the public. What information did they get that we still haven’t gotten that made them panic so much, and send terror into the hearts and households of the country I love? They’ve never done it before. We had MERS, and SARS, and WWII bombings… what on Earth was different now? But all of those questions took second place to who this panel of experts were that were calling the shots and causing all this panic, mayhem and disorder?
As said, they are not elected like our politicians (not that that makes much difference!) so, who picks them? Obviously they SHOULD BE experts in their fields SPECIFIC to the emergency at hand, right? Not in this case, it would appear. Why were so many ACTUAL experts overlooked? Or were they just silenced for fear of losing their funding from Big Pharma, or bad press at their universities? Surely the person that picked them must by default be a BETTER EXPERT for being able to pick them, yes?
Survival Of The Fittest!
This wasn’t meant to be an essay, and I hate long, drawn out posts, all I wanted to do was share my new acronym. Personally, I think the damage is done, and worse it yet to come through the fall-out of cancer patients waiting for treatment, those suffering from isolation and lack of contact with loved-ones, and let’s not forget the tsunamic, Titantic-iceberg-like economic crash that is heading our way very, very soon. People die all the time, and only a tiny percentage of ‘extra’ mortalities have happened during this panic, so people, let’s get real: there are MUCH bigger issues to deal with, and we HAVE TO take back control of our lives and get on with living again…!
New, illustrated children’s book coming Spring 2021.
Here’s the second sample section of my latest children’s story, Michael and the Magic Hiccup, which will be released some time in March. If you haven’t read the first part, click on this link: Part One.
The Story Continues…
” Ha- Ha- Ha – HICCUP!”
This time, something very, very peculiar happened. When he opened his eyes, he noticed that the rain had finally stopped, and the sun was pouring down upon him instead. His wet clothes, drenched from the cold rain, now steamed in the warmth of the sunlight. As he looked around, he realised something even stranger had happened, he was no longer in the front garden of Mr and Mrs Poops!
As Michael stood there looking around this new land, the goldfish started to wriggle and cough on the end of his fishing line. This was all getting stranger and stranger by the second! Eventually the goldfish managed to cough himself free from the fishing line and landed with a ‘splosh!’ upon the grass. Michael just looked in amazement.
“Cough! Cough! Cough! Oh, that’s so much better,” said the goldfish, clearing the water from his gills. “What dreadful weather we’ve been having for the time of year!”
“Excuse me?” was all Michael managed to say, as he stared at the silly goldfish, wriggling like a fat, orange worm upon the green grass, his scales shining in the sunlight.
“Excuse you? Why, what have you done?”
“Nothing,” replied Michael, “well, I don’t think I’ve done anything. I just hiccupped.”
The goldfish stopped wriggling and looked up at Michael with his eye nearest to the gnome. “You did what?” exclaimed the goldfish.
“I hiccupped. I was about to sneeze, but then I hiccupped instead, and now we’ve ended up here.”
“Oh, that’s great that is! One minute I’m dangling from a fishing rod in the comfort of Mr and Mrs Poops’ garden, the next I’m flapping about on the ground like a fish out of water! Now that’s a fine state of affairs for a goldfish!”
Michael didn’t like getting told off, especially not by a silly, plastic goldfish, but before he could speak, a large breeze started to blow and the sky went dark, very dark.
“Oh no, not more rain!” coughed the goldfish.
It didn’t feel like rain, but it did sound like thunder. Michael looked up at the sky to see if he could spot any rain clouds – he had spent so much time outside staring up at the sky, he knew every type of cloud. As he looked up, he jumped back with fright. A huge, brightly coloured dragon was swooping down towards them. Michael crouched down with fright clutching the fishing rod for protection. The dragon spotted the goldfish wriggling uncomfortably upon the grass and screamed with delight.
“Ooh my, what have we here… GOLD! Oh goody-goody!” she screeched, as she swooped lower, holding out her talons to grasp the goldfish. In one huge glide, she plucked the poor fish up by the tail, and began her flight back up into the sky.
“What the-” came the shocked response of the goldfish as he dangled precariously from the dragon’s clutches.
“Oh no!” cried Michael, as he watched the dragon fly off with his fish. “What on earth do I do now?”
To Be Continued…
To find out what happens next, stay tuned and subscribe to my blog, as I’ll be announcing when it’s ready to pre-order and buy from Amazon as we get closer to the release date. In the meantime, while you wait, why not print off the pictures and colour them in, I’d love to see them! Pre-order your copy here.
Here’s the first part of a new children’s story I’ll be releasing later this year. Subscribe to my blog to stay up-to-date on the release date. I’ll be uploading the next section and some more pictures later this month, and hope to have the final version ready for mid-March. I hope you enjoy it, and if you do, please let me know in the comments below. If you’d like, why not print off the first picture and colour it in – I’ll love to see how it looks once you’re finished.
The Adventure Begins…
Michael was bored. He was always bored. Today, more than ever, he was especially bored. It had been raining constantly for over a week now. Not just the normal, drizzly rain, but that cold, grey rain that made everything look even more dull and boring. Nothing exciting ever happened when it rained, in fact the only thing that happened when it rained like this was that things got wet, very, very wet. That was exactly what was happening to Michael, because Michael was a garden gnome, a very wet and very bored garden gnome.
If he’d had a choice in the matter, he would much rather have been a knight, or an explorer, or an adventurous snail, or anything else for that matter, as long as it wasn’t a garden gnome. But he didn’t have a choice, so there he was, Michael, the garden gnome, stood in the front garden of Mr and Mrs Poops, very wet, and very bored. Year after year he stood there alone in his silly red hat, bright green tunic, dark blue trousers, black rubber wellington boots and, not forgetting, his very stupid fishing rod with the plastic goldfish dangling boringly from his fishing line. About the most exciting thing that ever happened to him was Mr and Mrs Poops’ Ginger Tom that would come and sniff at him every once in a while. It really was a boring life being a garden gnome.
The old couple weren’t so bad. Mr Poops had long since retired as the town’s local bank manager, and spent most of his time tinkering in the garden or in his potting shed. Mrs Poops, who Michael thought must be going a little mad, spent most of her time stroking her ginger cat, or stranger still, talking to it! As if a cat could understand what she was talking about. Mr Poops had long since stopped paying attention to his wife, choosing instead to talk to his favourite garden ornament.
Michael really was getting fed up of standing there in the pouring rain. He hadn’t seen anyone for days now. Not even the Ginger Tom had come out to have a sniff at him. He hadn’t even seen the postman come up the pathway to deliver their daily mail. If it didn’t stop raining soon, Michael thought he would have to do something rather drastic. He didn’t know what that would be, but he had a great deal of time to think about what he might do. Most of all he longed for some kind of adventure.
Michael was bored, wet, cold, and tired. Having been out in the cold rain for so long, the stupid goldfish had filled with water, which made his arms ache from holding the heavy fishing rod. Worst of all, Michael could feel himself coming down with a cold! He felt like just throwing down the rod and running away. Just then he felt a strong need to sneeze:
“Ha- Ha- Ha…”
Oh, he hated that, when you could feel a sneeze coming, but it didn’t!
“Ha- Ha- Ha – HICCUP!”
Michael couldn’t believe it. He hadn’t sneezed, but hiccupped! What was all that about? How very strange. Had he been out in the cold too long that his mind was playing tricks on him? Even the silly goldfish looked surprised that he hadn’t sneezed. Then he got the feeling again:
To Be Continued…
The story doesn’t end there, it’s only just begun. Stay tuned for the next section, which I’ll be posting up later this month. Let me know in the comments section what you think about it so far. Pre-order your copy here.
It’s been a bit peaceful over here on my blog, as I’ve been distracted promoting my charity Christmas song on my band website, but my writing and artwork projects have still been simmering in the background.
Michael and the Magic Hiccup – Coming Soon!
Although I wrote this story back in 1998 before I emigrated to the US, like many of my other works that have only been more recently published, this too slipped through the cracks. In my twenties as an up-and-coming writing sensation, having written ‘Eric, the Brick‘, I had bragged that I could write a story about anything. I was challenged to write this story by a close associate at the time based upon five random words/ items: a goldfish, a teapot, a broom, a ginger cat, and a dragon. The obvious solution was a fairy-tale about a common or garden gnome!
Here’s a sneak peek at a draft idea for some of the cover art:
Stay tuned, as I’ll be posting up other artwork and a sample chapter to read as the weeks progress. Naturally I will let you all know when the book is finally available for pre-order in due course. Read a sample of the book here: First Sample
With under a month until Christmas, we’re spreading some Christmas cheer and trying to raise money for the struggling pub trade who have been unfairly penalised by the UK government’s mishandling of this so-called dangerous panic-demic.
Click on the link below to hear the song and watch our video, if you like it, please subscribe to our channel, and click on the link to buy the song!
I’m sorry it’s been a little quiet over here recently, but ALL my energies have gone into my Christmas song, “I Got P*$$ed with Santa Claus”by Tone Def Tony, to help bail out the pubs that are being unfairly, unjustly, and unethically crucified this year due to Government incompetence, shooting-from-the-hip restrictions, and padding their own pockets and livelihoods!
As more and more credible evidence comes to light about the true impact and dangers of COVID-19, which would appear to show that SARS-CoV-2 (the real name for the virus strain) is no more deadly than influenza, governments around the world will soon be faced with an even bigger problem:
“How do they tell their voting populaces they massively overreacted based on false, inaccurate, or no real information?”
Putting far too much faith and belief into an un-elected body like the World Health Organization (WHO) is a big mistake to begin with, especially when they are able to make far-reaching blanket statements like the potential death-rate from SARS-CoV-2 being 10 times that of influenza based on absolutely no tangible facts, but for our elected officials to simply swallow their lies without question and dump us in the world’s largest economic catastrophe is inexcusable! The WHO should be disbanded, or at the very least needs very close scrutiny over this and other incidents.
The impact of the actions of almost every country around the world based on false information has put us in a much worse and longer lasting situation of danger. Hundreds of thousands of small businesses will not rebound from this enforced sabotage of the global economy. Millions of hard working citizens will remain unemployed for many years to come. Things may not become so dire that we fall into another global war, but with current talk of massive changes to the way the world interacts with China in future has the potential to fuel yet another war.
So, this does beg the question, “Who will fall on the sword for this?”