Bob the Gob here. I’ve put together these two quick-fire articles straight from the hip, because trying to make sense of what is going on, no, not with the level of institutional corruption and whose finger is in whose pie, but more to do with the absolute state of apathy from what used to be Great Britain. So, some good news for a change, but not for me, it’s for those amongst you who ‘love to jab,’ or be jabbed, and jabbed, and jabbed.
It’s coming, yes, more of the same for you Vaxxed folks, because our government knows that there is at least one more variant on its way. Yes, another opportunity for you to again exercise your victimhood and be part of the crew, I mean queue, or perhaps you might like to be called the ‘queueing crew,’ because by now it must be a place to meet old friends and make new ones.
“Hi, we haven’t met, but I saw you at a previous jabbing venue when I received my 33rd jab. My name is Biff.”
“I saw you to, but I was too shy to say hi. It was my 33rd jab as well. My name is Karen.”
Courtesy of BBC
I wonder when the first queueing crew wedding will take place. Imagine the reception and the guard of honour because it will stretch for miles just like…err…a queue? And what about when the first queueing crew child is born, will they name it Dolly?
Although the government has not decided the name of the new variant yet, it has been pre-booked for a UK appearance around springtime and the ‘word is,’ that the name for it will be drawn from a Tory ‘top hat,’ most likely on a Wednesday afternoon, shortly after Prime Minister Bo-Jo has just ‘owned’ the Shadow Prime Minister, having made him look like a snotty child who has just had his sweets bullied from him in the school playground, by a younger schoolgirl.
If only I could remember that Shadow PM’s name? Anyways, he was the one who was boss of the Crown Prosecution Service when Prince Charles mate, Jimmy Saville, was bobbing and weaving his way around accusations of being a paedophile. “So, nothing to see here then folks, move along, thank you”
Getting back to the possible names of the new variant, they have not been decided yet by the Great Reseters, the Globalist New World Order types, and it might be that they set their bar too high, because the last two will take some topping I tell you, remember them: Delta and Omicron.
Delta was very clever, and many people were looking at it as an anagram to discover its alternative meaning to reinforce the Globalist disdain for us useless eaters. I must admit that it was very clever how they made us wait for the answer, which came in the name of the next variant: Omicron.
Of course, Omicron was good, very good, given it is an anagram of: MORONIC. But the fun did not stop there, did it? A little bit of shuffling the letters around and we have: I C MORONS. That was a deft touch,’ I See Morons’ that is. However, we knew there was more to come because these were too obvious, not subtle enough to satisfy the mocking that the Great Reseters do, and we were right, there was more.
With a little tweaking here and there using all the letters from the words Delta and Omicron we have: MEDIA CONTROL. So, whatever the name of the next variant is, I’m sure we’ll find out soon enough when Bo-Jo is given the names to put into his top-hat to draw them from.
Bob The Gob.