Alas and woe, what a dismal, non-event
fucking disappointment Easter 2020 has turned out to be – with the Tory Nasty
Party's dystopian 'stay home – or else' social distancing decree
enthusiastically enforced by a uniformed (powers that shouldn't be) Plod Squad
Stasi - fining critical thinkers and like-minded dissenters for challenging the
veracity – and logic - of this 'new normal' – where lockdown questioners and
sceptics risk arrest for not following the novel socially-engineered zeitgeist
of hanging out of an upstairs window each evening at the official pre-appointed
20:00 hours time slot and banging pots n pans in applause and adoration for the
service of the National Ill-Health Service 'heroes'. – and any other fucker and
their dog who's still fortunate enough to be 'in work' – exempt from the loony
Lockdown - and earning a salary.
And there we have it, thanks to this overplayed Covid-19 pantomime pandemic and media-manipulated headcount figures – plus the Tory PM, Bonkers Boris Nonsense, playing his cough n sneeze 'I'm infected too' crisis actor role - Easter parades were cancelled – or postponed til next Easter, perhaps - (with a big 'maybe' on the 'perhaps' factor).
No Easter egg hunts – no 'snare an
Easter bunny' activities – no egg-rolling down nearby hills – and a silent
prayer of sorrow for all those zillions of Cadbury's cream eggs that shall
never hatch and grow into choccy chickens.
If push comes to shove then the
progenitor of the spiritual / semi-divine linked Easter celebrations – Jesus H.
Christ himself – probably had a better Easter being nailed to a big piece of
wood – at least he got outdoors for a spot of Palestine sunshine – (essential
for Vitamin D formation) – and enjoyed a group therapy 'social' bonding session
Last Supper piss-up with his twelve disciple mates – including that
back-stabbing twat Judas.
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