I am unsullied. That’s how I see myself now. I will not be coerced into being injected with a toxic tidal wave of pus and shit. Therefore, I am unsullied.
Unsullied is an adjective. It means not soiled or made impure. Matt Hancock and his giddy mate in Number 10 Downing Street will never get a jab in my arm.
I don’t know how to feel about those who have succumbed. Initially, I felt sorry for them. They were terrified. They fell for the scam. They were genuinely concerned for their older relatives and friends. The propaganda was relentless. Still is. They knew no better. We’re all on a journey. There was a time when I was blissfully unaware of the agenda.
They believed that barrel of monkey-spunk Johnson and his bootlick Hancock, when they said we needed to lock down for three weeks to flatten the curve. It was bullshit. They believed them when they said we would all cry freedom when the vulnerable were jabbed. It was bullshit.
They kept believing them as the lies kept coming. They believed that when they had their jabs, they’d be off on their hols and that they could party like it was 1999. As they learned yesterday, it was bullshit.
It was all bullshit. We told them. I told them. That’s what pisses me off the most. They were told. They can’t say that they weren’t. Yet even now, as the truth is staring them in the face, rather than show a little humility, they’re screaming bloody murder. But they’re not yelling at the liars and the witchdoctors. No, they’re venting at me and you, the unsullied.
Look at Twatter. They’re not all 77th or mere trolls. Most of them are genuine. They are raging. I suppose it’s easier to believe a yarn about an Indian variant running riot because you and I said fuck off to the jab, than it is to face up to the reality that you were duped, again. Humility is in short supply.
I can still find it in my heart to feel for them though. Just about. It must be terrible to realise that your government was lying to you and that things will not go back to normal. It must be even worse when you start to wonder what’s really in those jabs you let yourself be coerced into taking.