Truth Is the Only Drug You Need

By Ray Wilson

Silly Moo

We stepped into a time warp, a vortex of pure energy, and were transported to another place and time on Friday night—a more familiar and happier time and a much more relaxing place—a place of hope. A place where volunteers are helping to build a parallel world—a beautiful green, joyful world.

Our friend Trev was running late, having left early due to the orchestrated motorway shenanigans—all designed to infuriate, frustrate, and annoy—road closed signs are now an invitation to drive down those very roads—invariably to find they are not actually blocked—fortune favours the brave. Our tickets were from a previous event that was cancelled due to heavy showers and strong winds just a week after Storm Babet caused serious damage on its rampage. I look at the “Silly Cow” flyer. I am waiting for Trev to get him parked up and into the venue; it’s jam packed tonight. The flyer reminded me of the black-and-white TV episode about Else and Alf Garnett’s 25th wedding anniversary. Our friend Trev loves the old series and knows all the punch lines. Rita and Mike wait for them to come downstairs for breakfast, planning to take them to a posh restaurant. Trouble arises when Alf doesn’t give anything to Else. She is sad because of his lack of love for her. Despite Mike’s gift, Alf still complains. The characters in the series “Til Death Do Us Part” are known for calling each other cruel names, making the story engaging and heartwarming. Else calls Alf all sorts of names, such as a fat pig. Alf is worse and loves to call Mike a Scouse git. Alf always calls Else a silly moo. This is his polite way of avoiding calling her a “silly cow.” We laughed because it was funny; if it wasn’t funny, we wouldn’t laugh. If we hated the characters, well, we simply didn’t watch them. We had plenty to do back then and didn’t have time to get “all offended.” There were far more important things to look at on the radar back then. Then, as today, they are approaching us fast—indeed, you could say at a turbo boosted rate. We need more truthful and unfiltered speech, not less. We need to learn to laugh at ourselves and not take everything so seriously. Let’s focus on what truly matters and embrace honest communication.

“Trev, you made it,” I say as he hops out of his van. “Don’t worry, my missus has our seats, so you have time for a drink.”

“Bloody motorways—diversions—it’s all about diversions, isn’t it?”

Trev heads towards the cafe with a chuckle, shaking his head. “At least we are all back here together again, hundreds of us,” he replies, and we both laugh as we enter the cafe together.

The marquee is enormous, and it is packed with people—people who simply want to laugh at the madness—laugh at themselves and each other.

“Remember that last phone call—the one where we were talking about Tarzan—you know the auditions for Tarzan?” Trev says.

“That Peter Cook and Dudley Moore one, you mean?” I reply.

“Yes,” Trev says. “Well, it was on my phone—the YouTube “One Legged Tarzan. ” It was on my phone; I hadn’t searched for it or anything else.”

“Maybe it’s something like “Pegasus Spyware,” I say, “but let’s not be paranoid because that is loosh energy and that is exactly what they want—even though a helicopter flew over here a couple of times earlier on.” I say this as we head towards the marquee.

Mick and his missus are handing out magazines.

“Free Dom, Free Dom, Free Dom.”

“Who is this Dominic? How long has he been incarcerated? A woman in the queue asks, looking concerned.
Mick hands her a magazine and says, “You will have to read it to find out.”

“You are doing a great job, Mick,” I say.

“Alright, mate, freedom has been behind bars for years,” Trev says, slapping Mick on the back. “Let’s keep spreading the word and fighting for justice.” Mick nods in agreement, a determined look in his eyes as he continues to hand out magazines to people entering the venue.

My missus waves us over to our seats.

“You see over there—that lady and her daughter—her daughter asks, Where are we to sit? Well, at that point, there are over 400 available seats. The mother replies, It better be near the front so I will be better able to hear.”
“I call out to them—sit anywhere you want—and I guarantee them they will hear everything no matter where they end up sitting.”

It was an explosive first half. The audience was smiling and heading to get an unvaccinated real meat burger or a methane free pizza.

“I have three eyes too,” someone up ahead was saying, “two for looking and one to see.”
The use of colourful language, though perhaps unconventional by today’s standards, adds depth to the narrative, inviting laughter and connection rather than offence.

All those seekers of truth are ambassadors of a movement that knows sovereignty and knows your sovereignty ends where mine begins.

“Five minutes, five minutes to the second half,” the gentleman on the megaphone announced, his voice carrying over the bustling crowd. The anticipation for what would come next hung in the air, sparking conversations and excitement among the spectators.

“It’s okay; bring your food and beers in; it’s about to begin.”

The music roars—the announcer announces it is time for everyone to take their seats and strap themselves in for the ride of their lives, setting the stage for an exhilarating second part of the show. The energy in the marquee is palpable, creating a sense of unity and shared experience among all in attendance.
“Did you hear what she just said?” The woman in front of us is laughing like a hyena, high on truth and helium. “I think she’s onto something,” someone whispers to the person sitting near her, feeling a sense of camaraderie in this sea of strangers. The energy in the room shifts, as if we are all suddenly united in our quest for truth and freedom.

I think she’s a bit of a dimensionist. You know, there are short, fat, tall, and thin people, but then I come from a family of dwarfs; among my people, I’m considered tall.

You know,in the land of true giants, even if you’re seven feet tall, you are considered a mere midget.”
“I came here alone, but I’ve made so many new friends.” Someone else was sharing their story of overcoming adversity, and I felt a deep connection to their journey. It’s amazing how strangers can become allies in the blink of an eye.

In a world increasingly preoccupied with offence and sensitivity, the narrative serves as a gentle reminder of simpler times when laughter was uncomplicated and genuine. The call for embracing honest communication and learning to laugh at ourselves resonates deeply, offering a refreshing perspective amidst the chaos of modernity.
Ultimately, Silly Cow eviscerates the ridiculous automatons that pretend to have the power to control us,to force us into submission, and to bypass the autonomy of thought, body, and mind, and the show encapsulates the timeless power of authentic storytelling and the enduring power of laughter to bridge divides and uplift spirits. It serves as a poignant reflection on the importance of cherishing the past while embracing the present with a lighthearted spirit and a generous dose of white knuckle humour.

The stage is the focus of incredible energy; if the energy of the universe is with you, you will succeed. The ability to find humour in our own faux pas and imperfections can foster a sense of humility and connection with others, fostering a sense of unity and understanding. Embracing the lightheartedness of life can lead to personal growth and a more positive outlook on the world around us.

“I believe that we will win this; it may not be in my lifetime, but we will win.”

“Truth is the only drug you need, but combined with laughter, it is a powerful panacea indeed.”
Nobody said that reversing over six thousand years of pure, unadulterated evil was going to be as easy as pie, but that is exactly what we, the people, are going to do.

I would like to say a big thank you to all of those who contributed their time and faced head on the slings of public derision and poisoned arrows of malice—the torment, the cancellation, and all the other things that tend to happen these days against anyone who has dared to speak the truth. The truth is the only drug you need to set you free.

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