Last night I gave myself the displeasure of watching the Eurovision Song Contest (ESC). To those across the pond, the ESC is a yearly event where the nations of Europe compete in a song contest (probably obvious) that is shown on prime time TV in every country of Europe. The only context in which it is at all palatable is in the context of irony, but you get the feeling that the performers and those in the crowd are not there for ironic reasons, they are there because they are the scariest, wokest mob on the planet and they actually love the ESC for all that it stands for (more on that a little later).
I watched the ESC because it was on after the FA Cup Final, which I still like to watch, as it reminds me of when I used to watch it as a child. To be fair, yesterday's game was probably the best cup final in years, like the good old fashioned cup finals 30 years ago. You know those days, when the advertisement boards around the ground were made of wood and advertised the local tyre shop. Unlike now where every 5 minutes we are told to #STANDWITHUKRAINE in between being reminded that we will die of cancer or get Alzheimers or to bet all of our money away. I prefer the good old days.
My son loves his music, and I know that pop music was used degeneratively in its respective era, but I don’t care, I can still enjoy good music from the 60’s/70’s/80’s/90’s and a little 00’s. But this latest lot of pop from the last 20 years is not at all fit for human consumption and should come with warning labels for subversion. My son is not yet in his teens but to his great credit his favourites are Queen, Bowie, AC/DC and Def Leppard. Now I know that Brian May is a tosser and Bowie was in league with the devil, but cut the kid some slack. When you hear your child sing along to Def Leppard “What’s that smell? WOMEN!” It warms the cockles of my heart to know that he has been little affected by the subversive agendas that are working their way into every aspect of his young life. He, like me, just enjoyed laughing at how crazy and awful the ESC was.
The whole shebang was, of course, won by Ukraine, and to those that voted for Ukraine last night, congratulations! You have once again fallen for the shit storm of propaganda that has been kicking you in the bollocks and smacking you in the kisser for the last 3 months telling you to stand with Ukraine, well done. They might not have been the worst, and indeed they might have been the best, but that would be like selecting your favourite torture to receive, or your favourite tasting fox shit.
Actually If you voted at all then you are probably already beyond help anyway but nevertheless, there is no way on god's green earth that anyone voted for the Ukrainian entry out of merit, and that's with the appreciation of the exceedingly low bar that was set by all the other contestants. This is the same every year of course as the nations of Europe, which now includes Australia (oh how inclusive), try to outdo each other in the race for who can come up with crappest song and perform it in the most subversive, degenerative way while ensuring that every box is ticked on the “Are you virtue signalling your marxist credentials” check sheet.
I think next year I will enter, I intend to dress up as a dildo while identifying as a non binary giraffe and sing the Lord’s Prayer backwards, and everytime I hit a high note copious volumes of mRNA will jizz from my head over the baying crowd as they fight amongst themselves to be the one to catch it in their mouths. Half way through I will perform a little musical interlude where I play an instrument that I have crafted from one of my own wonderful turds, birthed exactly 1 month and 29 days before, that has dried in the sun and been hollowed out to make a kind of flute. Behind my onstage performance I will show a video of me giving birth to said turd with all important close ups as my baby leaves the birthing canal. I will then sacrifice my turd on stage, which is my right, as in my world, murdering a turd that’s been living for less that 2 months is fine, as anything less than 2 months old is not actually a valid life.
The audience will cheer as I do this, while they foam at the mouth with a faecal lust that they have been whipped in to by the corporate media over the 3 months building up to the contest to not value the life of anything or anyone unless it is a life that they are told is worthy by the TV.
I will win by a landslide and be proclaimed king of Europe (and Australia??), I will tour the nations on a tour bus sponsored by Pfizer and will be injected with my daily booster live on stage every night, while the audience screams in adoration as I load myself up on experimental heart stopping, cancer inducing, brain killing, immune system degrading serums to protect each and every one of them. On the 6th night of my tour I will die on stage, of Covid of course, and a week of mourning will be declared. It will be compulsory for everyone to play one of their own turds like a flute every night in their front garden and anyone not doing so will be reported by their own child or parent to the authorities and sent for thought realignment. The last mRNA free person in Europe will be blamed for my death. All of the other refuseniks were genocided as the 6th wave of Covid, now on its Bellend variant, worked its way through the vaxxed population in late 2022. The vaxxed went at the mRNA free with pitchforks for somehow asymptomatically spreading it to all of the vaxxed while appearing healthy themselves. They kept the last mRNA free refusenik alive as they needed to have someone to blame for all of the Covid deaths or else all of the vaxxed might actually realise that the vaccines are not actually vaccines, that it is the vaccine making then ill, and that, if there ever was a virus, they are more at risk of getting it with every shot they take, as more and more damage is done to their immune system.
Back to reality, a friend said to me this morning “It's a fix isn’t it”, “Yes” i said, “but in the same way that elections are fixed. Just brainwash the masses enough and they will get just what they have been told to want. Democracy is alive and well, but the minds of those that practise it has been mashed into a big sack of excrement that has just about enough capacity for critical thought for them to still wipe their own arse”.
The blatant hypnotism of tell-lie-vision is nicely evident in the FA Cup billboards followed by the Eurovision blah so much so that the reasoning of Jacques Baud will only confuse those who watched and probably voted.
One thing struck me about Jacques Baud's analysis:
He represents the Templar stronghold of Switzerland and he avoids reminding Delingpole of the other major Templar stronghold, the Crown Corporation nicely settled in the City of London. He uses the Templar giveaway phrase "rule of law" effectively but, as is common practice among these geo-politicians and intelligence officers, he avoids mentioning that the modus operandi of the Templar Law regime has long been to destroy Russia and China, first by communism and now by an initiated final solution, WW3.