Think On

 

When you’re screaming at a policeman on the steps along the north side of Trafalgar Square

That’s Mental Health.

I don’t mean to denigrate your political position but do you realise how fundamentally unhappy you are?

As an individual you have no clout but when you mingle among a crowd of like minds it’s easy to think you’ve made a find.

“There are others that think like me, I’m not alone.”

You saw the EU as a virus and you voted to Leave and as you raised your hands to the skies to celebrate, your ‘British Leader’ dithered and dallied over a real virus coming in on aeroplanes.  

It doesn’t matter whether you believe that it was monkeys cooking up some bats via some pigs in a laboratory.

The fact is that people died. It was on the news. The people charged with looking after us were dying as politicians were working out how to make a killing from PPE.

You have a nerve to ask me for toilet paper when you refuse to wear a mask.

Getting vaccinated is a precaution, a sign of solidarity with others but I cannot scream and shout at you because you listened when Thatcher said there was no such thing as society.

Just you and your family. The human race are not your family as you stand there with a sign that says ‘Hoax’   

You could be taken kicking and screaming to a mental health facility, you could be injected with something else up your bum and you would wake with a sore head not being sure what to believe anymore.

I am not 100% sure that I am right. How could I be? I’ve just started to use my intuition.

Screaming toxicity on twitter will take you closer to the edge of this flat earth.

None of us can be sure of the truth when something was baptised as fake news but instead of being shitty and attacking Chris Whitty.

Think on.