By Tom Penn Haven’t teenagers got enough on their plate as it is, without being badgered, bribed or bullied into having the experimental Covid-stab – a shot-in-the-arm with a dose of the filthy bathwater of black-hearted politricks? What is wrong with you Boris, that you wish to heap further terror and potential health-ruin upon the
Tom Penn on vaccinating children You know you live in a faithless nation when your fellow citizens follow the medical advice of the Housing Secretary or Piers Morgan, and not, say, Dr Mike Yeadon, or any one of a substantial expert-panel of some eminence and global distinction. But finding a full thirty minutes to research
An essay from the stand of the Poetical Genius, by Paul Ursell The English are the most peculiar people. Something unusual and unique in the air of the islands and, perhaps, in addition from the long centuries of peace at home unknown to other nations has caused them to develop an extraordinary idiosyncrasy and native
By Roy R M McIntosh Well, yes 2020 was some year. Started off with so much evil propaganda being spewed out by WHO perfidious bought scumbag media, UN, bought politicians, evil government advisors like Ferguson, Drosten, “Devil” Sridhar etc. and Gestapo cops! With bodies dropping in the streets, emergency ‘folly’ hospitals built and bodies piling
Tom Penn reflects on the applause for the NHS and their miniscule pay rise. Two things occurred in March this year that I feel warrant revisiting; before the hysteria of the flu season is upon us and they are scratched from our collective memory for good. First was the proposed 1% pay rise for NHS
By Tom Penn As we are slingshot at warp speed towards the black hole of our future, the events of the past develop an accelerated capacity to recede from memory much faster than I’m sure they once used to. Distracted by the colourful, interactive controls of the starship ‘Enterprise’, and ever on the cusp of
A short story by Deniz Benim Lucy steps through the mirror leaving behind the world that was 2000 years into the future. She is glad to be back. She takes in the details that is her mundane room. The unmade bed. The jacket strewn across the chair that she’d wished she’d taken while she was
By Tom Penn When I was a young boy my dad used to tell me that watching Neighbours would turn my brain to mush, and with the benefit of hindsight, he was absolutely correct – although oddly enough he never told me to switch it off. Perhaps this in part explains why, after having watched
Written by Tom Penn To what extent do you feel your Government values human life? If the stringent social-controls implemented throughout this protracted ban-demic are anything to go by – collective dismissal of their collateral damage aside – then you might be forgiven for thinking that we inhabit one of the most altruistic nations on
An essay by Tom Penn Perhaps time – or lack thereof – is the biggest killer of all, and not the now thoroughly nauseating ‘C’ word. A paucity of time, created by the most crippling of all mutant variants – the lunatic pursuit of more square feet of shelter, to house a burgeoning collection of