Javid embodies the move to outright insult & humiliate those that choose to remain free

Tom Penn writes at www.neoconscription.wordpress.com

Twitter: @NeoConscription

It is time to acknowledge that we have entered a new phase in Britain’s Covid-19 response in which insult and humiliation is being heaped with near-total disregard and disdain upon the many injuries already suffered throughout this coup on our sovereignty. 

Megalomaniacal ministers have ceased any attempts at linguistic restraint, and in so doing are beginning to reveal the ethical depths to which they would be willing to plummet in order to concretise the post-Covid International Order.

Health Secretary Javid in particular has totally unshackled the serpentine tongue writhing inside his foul mouth, that it may now taste the air of the new world proper and sense out the psyches its keeper wishes to swallow whole.

Utterly incredulous that this man, a public servant in so-called civilised Britain – where decorum, politeness and awkward social restraint typically reign supreme, at least domestically – is now cockily calling parents concerned for their children’s health and safety ‘idiots’, and is recommending ‘exclusion zones’ around schools, so that the emerging generation may be brainwashed with impunity into submission to the normalised tyranny of the State.

An exclusion zone around a facility is typically reserved for those such as military bases, prisons – or camps. Whatever matter dwells within his caustic coconut must surely have derived immense pleasure from having gotten away with uttering such a wickedly loaded term: a sign that he is relishing his new found role as Chief Bully to a population who appear not to mind wetting their pants and then handing over the tuck-money of their liberty in exchange for a beat-down nevertheless.

Power is now flooding the cerebral cortices of all those steering this political juggernaut without brakes: a sure sign of which is their testing the boundaries of flagrant mockery.

On ‘anti-vaxxers’, a wholly inappropriate, divisive and offensive term for any person to use let alone the Health Secretary, their refusal to be vaccinated against Covid-19 is apparently ‘their choice, nobody’s going to force them. I think it’s a bad decision to make but that’s their choice’, Javid said/hissed to the media on Monday (October 25), ‘they shouldn’t really be passing on these kinds of false, vicious lies to ordinary people, especially parents who are trying to do the very best for their children.’

Ordinary people? It is impossible to refer to the vaccinated as ordinary without inferring that the unvaccinated are freakishly unusual, and by extension must therefore, unlike their robotic compatriots, not be trying to do the best for their children, and choice? CHOICE Javid?! Please do explain your definition of choice to all whose jobs – nay vocations – will be terminated as a result of your existing and useless care home and imminent NHS mandates. Please, illuminate us upon how the psychological effect of 20 months of behavioural manipulation and fearful propaganda campaigns ultimately then results in this ‘choice’ you speak of. 

Building upon the work of your psychotic predecessor, the only option you are affording the nation is that put forward in the single-question multiple-choice survey you are forcing us all to take: jab, jab, or jab.

Now that I have picked my jaw up from the floor, allow me to mock you a while if I may: I feel it only fair to be able to exchange fire in this, the great game of war.

You Mr Health Secretary, no longer care what you say because you are a frightened child trapped inside a fake man’s body, and know not how to remedy your own pain except through lashing out at others and inflating your ego as distraction. The nation have become frightened of a virus: you sir are frightened of yourself.

You have stumbled into the position of Health Secretary by hopscotching over the mass-grave of ethics your colleagues have left in their wake since March 2020. Now you stand at the fore puffed-up, cocksure and moralising to those refusing to dig: those for whom the one true purpose of life remains the maintenance of moral integrity and the nurturing of its companion, dignity.

The upholding of these principles is a lifetime’s work Mr Secretary: one’s masterpiece. It demands a level of vigilance over oneself the likes of which you couldn’t possibly master as an emotionally scarred Fisher Price despot. You have auctioned your heart to the highest toy-maker, and I know beyond all reasonable doubt that the personal demons now feeding off your capitulation to the manufacturers of misery, haunt your psyche night and day: the demented Jiminy Crickets of you, Public Health Pinocchio. 

Your warm and kind face betrays all the dark secrets of the primitive human behind its cherubic facade when you attempt to be the brand of faux-humanitarian policy. The pitiful juxtaposition is clear as day for those who refuse to live in the substantial shadow of your coping-strategy-self; whilst you true self struggles to turn and face the light. You have vulnerability written through you like a stick of Brighton rock.

Give in Mr Health Secretary. Give in to the euphoria of brotherly and sisterly love and forgiveness: it is far sweeter than the anthracic affections of your seniors in Government and beyond. It is we the people who can shield YOU, the trembling man-boy.

Give in or depart this world for the great unknown more terrified, bewildered and defenceless than the day you entered it.

Give in or get out of our sight. 

 

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