A Horror Story from South Australia By James Reed

Well, the South Australian election is now over and forgotten, and the Tweddle Dum Party defeated the Tweddle Dumber party. It is predictable the way the sheeple vote; terrorised by the left or right party, in name only, since they are all one team, the sheeple get hit with the right fist, then turn their head next voting day, to get hit with the left. There could have been an awaking, since many independents, some anti-mandates, stood, but did not get elected. Thus, it will be more of the same, and probably worse, as the general public, which is being ethno-racially replaced anyway by the diverse, do not learn, even in the face of impending oblivion. All vaxxed up, they are trundling, zombie-like into the next stage of the Covid New World Order. But, don’t worry, there will be a happy ending, for the good guys win in the end. Isn’t that what the great play script of reality says? Sure thing.

Disclaimer: Much of this diatribe is my Adelaide brother John’s lamentation to me on the blower on election night after he had started drinking, and unlike his older brother, yours truly, he seldom drinks, and cannot hold his grog. He said that this world is now so depressing that it is enough to drive a tea-tootler to drink. Or, to write blog pieces.