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March 4th; Thursday. Long but rewarding article about putting viruses on the tree of life.
March 3rd; Wednesday. An interesting time to look back at a British TV drama from 2013 about a politicised pandemic: 'Utopia'.
March 2nd; Tuesday. Toyota CEO (confusingly called Mr Toyoda with a D) says there is not enough electricity for all the electric cars.
March 1st; Monday. Among discoveries of the last few days, "Sheilaism".
February 28th; Sunday. Fascinating alternative-history claim from English woman Claire Khaw: had Louis 16th been an Islamic Caliph there would have been no French Revolution.
February 27th; Saturday. Q: Why are covid-19 "cases" sharply dropping now? A: Because in mid-January WHO changed lab instructions on PCR cycle numbers to magic the pandemic away, now that its two main goals have been achieved.
February 26th; Friday. Smart-alec sniping at the mildly unsettling Peter Thiel, but interesting detail.
February 25th; Thursday. Yesterday woke out of a dream at 7am hearing someone speak the following sentence: "And among those studying Anglo-Saxon, Norse & Celtic was a light sprinkling of Italian blonde girls driving Mustangs and Ferraris." (This is an authentic passenger statement.) The feeling that these are someone else's dreams, not mine, grows stronger every week now.
February 24th; Wednesday. Another type of human.
February 23rd; Tuesday. In a big patch of warm sunshine just out of the chilly silhouette of a 19th-century building, I spot a mobile telephone lying on the Andrassy street pavement at Oktogon. When it starts ringing, I find I cannot answer it, so take it home, and begin texting the numbers that keep calling in. Eventually, meet the owner just outside a nearby supermarket for the handover. Building-site labourers and other manual workers come in two body types in Hungary: bulls and goats. The phone owner, broad-chested, cheerful, stocky, wearing one of those crisp chartreuse dayglo jackets, was a bull. With him was a friend/colleague in a tracksuit, so painfully thin and shrivelled (one of the goats) he looked as if he'd been packed in a barrel of salt for a week to extract all moisture. Also cheerful, but in a vaguely sad way, his head balanced endways on his neck like a large raisin. Everyone parted happily.
It seems Ivor Cummins has been banned from Linkedin.
February 22nd; Monday. More from Mises-dot-org about The Great Reset.
February 21st; Sunday. Salisbury Review reviews postmodern wokeism book.
February 20th; Saturday. Our Man in Bucharest reviews why governments didn't panic about Hong Kong flu.
February 19th; Friday. Speak to the dreamers!
February 18th; Thursday. For several days in a row, have been catching the golden hour of the early afternoon when a slice of winter sunlight pours down Kiraly street, but today was out earlier. The sun was warmer and this week there's an unmistakable feeling of hope and energy returning to the Big Pogacsa. Yesterday, I ducked into the nearest supermarket and saw two laughing long-legged brunettes tottering on heels and towering over the security dude flirting with them. Delighted by the male attention, they were giggling with an upsurge of sheer girlyness, both their coiffs tressed up to add to the tallness & slimness. Possibly dancers, but probably trade-show girls or receptionists. Spring here always arrives suddenly, like an ambush, and it seems to have just turned up.
February 17th; Wednesday. Last night finished Zoe's copy of her father's 1994 book ('Not Ordinary Men') about the 1944 battle to hold the pass at Kohima in northern Burma. This is what stopped the Japanese army from entering India, and Colvin describes it as the Indian/British Thermopylae. As Colvin stresses, in two weeks of vicious and unrelenting fighting in April that year, in the grimmest of monsoon conditions on steep hillsides in thick, muddy jungle, a few hundred Indian & British men, alone and without support, halted the advance of thirteen thousand hitherto-undefeated Japanese soldiers. More maps scattered through the text would have helped me, since Colvin clearly had the layout of the fighting vivid in his head, almost hour by hour, individual officers and privates described in quick, crisp prose. Almost every death & sacrifice is remembered where possible. The reader comes away with a sense of the near-inconceivable tenacity & willingness to die it takes to block an attacking army of hugely superior size. An army which until Kohima was having one of the most remarkable winning streaks in the history of all warfare.
February 16th; Tuesday. Useful overview of how China's CCP corrupted the US.
February 15th; Monday. Genetically-engineered CCP Chinese super-beings? Exciting!
February 14th; Sunday. Saint Valentine's Day - from an Instagram account for France's online libraries comes this gorgeous Valentine book from the 1475 Savoy court. Raises the curious question of just what it was France did to the Duchy of Savoy in the mid-19th century, but that's another topic.
February 13th; Saturday. Nifty tips to distinguish Arabic/Persian/Kurdish by sight.
February 12th; Friday. 2 views of Michael X, the man who wasn't Malcolm. Adam Curtis versus V.S. Naipaul.
February 11th; Thursday. 'Hudson Mohawke' sounds more like a US attack helicopter than a Glaswegian DJ/music-producer - perhaps why this radio-show/mix gets a rating of Outstanding, Red Leader.
February 10th; Wednesday. Half an hour early for an appointment, and not allowed to sit down anywhere for a coffee because covid-19 etc etc, finally head for a sad-looking used-book outlet with orange walls I know is ten minutes away. Some odd sense tells me that there are some books waiting there for me. It's underground in a grim 1960s tunnel beneath Nyugati railway station and I've walked past it hundreds of times over the years. Within five minutes, I find the books. An illustrated biography of the cinematic career of Michael Powell, who made his best films with Hungarian emigre screenwriter Emeric Pressburger; then a slim Christmas-stocking-sized booklet, almost a pamphlet, with an untitled purple spine barely 1/16" wide; and a 2004 novel called 'Codex', part of the Historical Relic / Mysterious Old Book genre (Name of the Rose, Harry Potter, Dan Brown) that a one-time schoolfriend predicted when we were in the sixth form would be the big new thing after the year 2000. This is a scene which plays out in the opening pages of many novels & films: the curious urge to go in and look at the old books, the drab-yet-enigmatic premises, the magnetic pull drawing me towards a certain shelf, the bookshop owner's conspiratorial nod of approval as I take custody of the volumes, as if he knows that exactly the right person has come to collect these three titles.
Just good salesmanship, of course.
February 9th; Tuesday. There seem to be people still playing the kind of records I listened to at college: they still sound the same.
February 8th; Monday. Some handsomely bookist accounts on Instagram:
konyvcsempesz (book smuggler) /
rita_konyvespolca (Rita's bookshelf) / gallicabnf.
February 7th; Sunday. Stumbled across references to two novels by this woman: Madeleine Henry. They certainly sound like the kind of thing you have to write to be crowned Smart Young Novelist.
February 6th; Saturday. About ten days ago Esoteric Veronica told me she was practising her English by following a period costume series set in Regency England (the 1810s) called 'Bridgerton' which absurdly has several major characters played by black-skinned & brown-skinned actors. She referred to it offhandedly to me as "the satirical drama". As an intelligent East European, she naturally assumed that wokeism is some sophisticated new trend in British humour.
February 5th; Friday. The dark, locked-up, pleasantly scruffy second-hand book shop a hundred yards down the street looks alluring, but of course I can't go in. The respiratory disease which kills typical flu victims at an average age of 80 if they're already dying of something else means this and millions of other small firms must be driven out of business.
February 4th; Thursday. In the dark, empty countryside, I persuade Bela & Robin to watch a couple of delightfully eccentric Russian documentaries, including this fine specimen - those mirror-assisted telepathy experiments again. The almost-English subtitling is a special feature.
February 3rd; Wednesday. Suddenly whisked off to Robin's country retreat for a couple of nights. Hungary's Great Plain and its small villages are as flat, bleak, and eerie as ever.
February 2nd; Tuesday. Book-themed excitement picks up pace over at Instagram.
February 1st; Monday. Reports from the home country sound stranger and stranger. I wonder if finally the world is ready for a film adaptation of that curious British sci-fi novel 'Mandrake' I read in Ghana? From the mid-60s but set in the near-future of 1973. Mandrake's time might finally have come.
Recent weblog entries
Who can translate the next 300 words into
us and there will be revelry.
Languages dying out each week
- who cares?
We do - otherlanguages.org is gradually building a reference resource for over five thousand linguistic minorities and stateless languages worldwide.
Thousands of unique language communities are becoming extinct. Out of the world's five to six thousand languages, we hardly know what we're losing, what literatures, philosophies, ways of thinking, are disappearing right now.
We may soon regret the extinction of thousands of entire linguistic cultures even more than we regret the needless extinction of many animals and plants.
The planet is increasingly dominated by a handful of major-language monocultures like Mandarin
Chinese, Hindi, Arabic, Indonesian, Urdu, Spanish, Portuguese,
English, Swahili, Russian, Cantonese Chinese, Japanese, Bengali - all
beautiful and fascinating languages.
But so are the 5,000 others.
These are groups of people?
Linguistic minorities are communities of ordinary people whose native tongue is not their country's main official language. Swedish speakers in Finland, French speakers in Canada, Hungarian speakers in Slovakia - and hundreds more - are linguistic minorities.
And totally stateless languages are the native languages of some of the world's most intriguing, little-known, cultures. Like the Lapps inside the Arctic Circle, the Sards in Sardinia, Ainus in Japan. Cherokee in the US, Scots
Gaelic in Britain, Friesian in the Netherlands, Zulu in South Africa.
There are only a couple of hundred recognised sovereign states and territories, so 5,000 languages - more depending on how you count - are the native tongues of linguistically stateless people.
How could I help?
You don't need to learn an endangered
language - any more than go to live in the rainforest to help slow its destruction.
A good start is to just tell friends
about websites like this.
Broader public interest makes it easier
for linguists to raise funds and organise people to learn these languages while there's time.
That's right. There are people who love languages and are happy to learn them on behalf of the rest of us, but they need support, just like zoologists, botanists, or historians.
Fewer languages still sounds good to me
Depends what you think languages are for. They're not just a tool for business. We never said you should learn three or four thousand rare languages - or even one. And which ones we make children learn in school, or whether we should force children to learn languages at all, is another question.
Typical scene in a European city;
Chances are, folk here speak some sort of foreign
A century ago - before we understood ecology, and when we cared less about wilderness, most educated people would have laughed at the idea of worrying about plants or animals going extinct. Now we understand how important species diversity is for our own futures, we are more humble, and more worried.
In the same way, linguistic triumphalism by English-speakers who hated studying foreign grammar at school is dangerously ignorant as well as arrogant. Few of us know what we are losing, week by week.
How many people realise these languages have scientific value?
You can think of these languages across the planet as beautiful cathedrals or precious archeological sites we are watching being destroyed. That should be motive enough.
But these five thousand languages may also hold clues to the structure of the human mind. Subtle differences and similarities
between languages are helping archeologists and anthropologists to understand what happened in the hundreds of centuries of human history before written history. And that is one of our best chances of understanding how human brains developed over the thousands of centuries leading up to that.
Wireless radio can be a great comfort to those unable
to leave the textbooks in which they live *6
Study of the mind and study of language go hand in hand these days. The world's most marginal languages are actually precious jigsaw pieces from an overall picture of who we are and how our species thinks and evolves. Every tiny language adds another brightly-coloured clue to this academic detective story.
Yet researchers have hardly started sifting through this
tantalising evidence, and language extinction is washing it away right in
front of us.
And worst of all, most people have no idea that there is this
fantastic profusion of cultures across our world, let alone that
they are in danger of extinction. Even just more people learning that
there are still five thousand living languages in the world today (most
of us would answer five hundred or fifty) is already a huge help.
We English-speakers hardly notice English - it's like air for us.
But every other language is also an atmosphere for an entire cultural world,
and each of these worlds has people whose home it is. Each language encapsulates a unique way of talking and thinking about life. Just try some time in a foreign prison, being forced to cope in another language, and you'll realise how much your own language is your identity. That's true for everyone.
Minority languages are a
One of the most basic.
Dozens of millions of people worldwide suffer persecution from national governments for speaking their mother tongue - in their own motherland.
Many 'ethnic' feuds puzzling to
outsiders had as their basis an attempt to destroy a linguistic community.
Would the Northern Ireland dispute be quite so bitter if we
English had not so nearly stamped out the Irish Gaelic language, for
example? Almost nowhere in the world does a language community as
small as the few thousand Rheto-Romanic speakers - the fourth
official language of Switzerland - get the protection of a national
government. Next time you see some Swiss Francs, check both sides of the
But outside exceptional countries like
Switzerland or the Netherlands, speakers of non-official
languages have a much less protected experience.
Speakers of minority languages are often seen as a threat by both the governments and the other residents of the countries where they were born, grew up, and try to live ordinary lives.
They experience discrimination in the job and education markets of their homelands, often having no choice but to pursue education in the major language of the host state: a deliberate government policy usually aimed at gradually absorbing them into the majority culture of that country.
Mighty oaks from tiny acorns grow, of course *7
Most governments are privately gleeful each time another small
separate culture within their borders is snuffed out by a dwindling
population or a deliberately centralising education system.
The United Nations is no help. It is an association of a couple of hundred sovereign states based on exclusive control of territory, almost all of them anxious to smother any distinct group or tradition that in any way might blur or smudge the hard-won borders around those pieces of territory.
The usual approach by sovereign states is to deny their linguistic minorities even exist.
Mark Griffith, site administrator /
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*2 "Al-Araby" in written
*3 "What?" in American Sign
Language; image from , with thanks
*4 "Big" in written
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*6 image from , with
*7 image from
'B?ume', with thanks to
Bruno P. Kramer,
and Franckh-Kosmos Verlag
January 31st; Sunday. Impressive club-music mix, partly in tribute to a recently-dead someone or other music producer I'd never heard of but who sounds like he was a much-loved soul.
January 30th; Saturday. Scots Nationalists seem to be scrapping with each other.
January 29th; Friday. 10-minute film, via molecular-biologist friend, explaining how PCR tests have created the illusion of a neverending epidemic.
January 28th; Thursday. Clear summary of the elements that made November's US elections the biggest vote fraud since 1860. Visit my cheerful cardiologist and he seems pleased with my progress.
January 27th; Wednesday. How China could turn off Britain's lights. Might count.
January 26th; Tuesday. Two online radio shows:
strenuously weird versus
Mexico City (Sonora Mulata from 23 mins: 15 secs).
January 25th; Monday. A 2006 disease-control study whose conclusions got ignored, worldwide, all through 2020. Lockdowns & curfews don't work and
shouldn't be used. Bear in mind covid-19 has all the necessary similarities to influenza to make this review of evidence authoritative. Relevant quotes -
(1) 'Large-Scale Quarantine Measures': "There are no historical observations or scientific studies that support the confinement by quarantine of groups of possibly infected people for extended periods in order to slow the spread of influenza. A World Health Organization (WHO) Writing Group, after reviewing the literature and considering contemporary international experience, concluded that 'forced isolation and quarantine are ineffective and impractical.'" and
(2) 'Travel Restrictions': "Travel restrictions, such as closing airports and screening travelers at borders, have historically been ineffective. The World Health Organization Writing Group concluded that 'screening and quarantining entering travelers at international borders did not substantially delay virus introduction in past pandemics . . . and will likely be even less effective in the modern era.'" and
(3) 'Prohibition of Social Gatherings': "During seasonal influenza epidemics, public events with an expected large attendance have sometimes been cancelled or postponed, the rationale being to decrease the number of contacts with those who might be contagious. There are, however, no certain indications that these actions have had any definitive effect on the severity or duration of an epidemic."
(4) 'School Closures': "In previous influenza epidemics, the impact of school closings on illness rates has been mixed. A study from Israel reported a decrease in respiratory infections after a 2-week teacher strike, but the decrease was only evident for a single day. On the other hand, when schools closed for a winter holiday during the 1918 pandemic in Chicago, 'more influenza cases developed among pupils . . . than when schools were in session.'" and finally
(5) 'Use of Masks': "In Asia during the SARS period, many people in the affected communities wore surgical masks when in public. But studies have shown that the ordinary surgical mask does little to prevent inhalation of small droplets bearing influenza virus."
January 24th; Sunday. Wonderfully lucid thoughts from Anthony Daniels / Theodore Dalrymple, article more than a decade old, about utopias and dystopias.
January 23rd; Saturday. Here's an interestingly slanted piece about PCR testing from Reuters. The failure to quote the PCR test's inventor exposes their bias.
January 22nd; Friday. Austrian MP a month ago PCR-tested a freshly-opened Coca Cola for government officials. The fizzy drink tested positive for covid-19.
January 21st; Thursday. Finished a borrowed mid-1960s paperback called The Age of Complexity by Herbert Kohl, actually quite ambitious, better than I expected. Still alive today, it seems, Kohl in this short, accessible book introduces, when he must have been 28, all the main 20th-century philosophical movements to general readers. He alternates chapters of explanation with shorter chapters excerpting passages from some of the philosophers, or even short stories, somehow clarifying the main ideas of that movement. Bold, but surprisingly successful, Kohl (himself an educational campaigner), makes the single overarching point that philosophers of all types since 1900 have emphasised how much we are all implicated in everyday life. Whether Ordinary Language philosophers like J.L. Austin, phenomeonologists like Husserl, German mystics like Heidegger, American pragmatists like Pierce & Dewey, existentialists like Sartre, this is his main point of comparison. Russell, Wittgenstein, or lesser-known thinkers like the psychiatrist Binswanger, even Bergson or Quine, yield to this simple but convincing overview that philosophers of that century tried to stress man's 'embeddedness' in our shared social life. It was, he explains, a century based on removing philosophy from the ivory tower of timeless abstraction. In a more subtle way, the game was also pruning away various thinking habits still hanging over from that timeless abstraction, shaped by the society-wide vision of religious belief common two centuries earlier.
January 20th; Wednesday. After a year of not putting Swedes under house arrest, 2020's death rate in Sweden comes out as the same death rate as 2015. Shame about the viscous/vicious typo, but a very important message cutting through the hysteria most others are promoting.
January 19th; Tuesday. Been meaning to get one of these globes for some time.
January 18th; Monday. Life chugs along at Instagram: mysterious novels abound.
January 17th; Sunday. Encouraging developments allow data transfer between DNA computers & electronic computers.
January 16th; Saturday. Some newly-discovered particles appear to be "flat".
January 15th; Friday. A couple of years before he died, Christopher Hitchens wittily and convincingly argued that women aren't really funny (he was mainly talking about stand-up) - even if (as he phrased it) women must have a sense of humour so as to judge men's efforts to make them laugh. Now, watching these two, I'm not so sure he was right. Whitney Cummings:
3rd, and Iliza Schlesinger:
January 14th; Thursday. Claims emerge that the November US vote fraud operation's online side involved Italy.
January 13th; Wednesday. A gentle overview of the confusing physics behind teleological evolution.
January 12th; Tuesday. It seems Switzerland is considering a referendum to strip its government of the power to enforce curfews. This echoes Spiked magazine's attack on lockdowns. Meanwhile, studies keep appearing saying curfews/lockdowns have no health benefits.
Meanwhile I have to wait on the street for fifteen minutes and notice my blood medications, intended to slow my pulse and lower the pressure, have made my hands and feet acutely sensitive to the cold in a way I've never experienced before - now I go through the cold-discomfort women complain about. Out on that chilly day my feet feel as if some kind of acid is coming through the soles of my shoes, and my fingers sting, constantly as if just slammed in a door seconds before. Perhaps I should buy gloves?
January 11th; Monday. Supermarkets here are strangely packed with employees. One day about a week ago I counted 14 people somehow moving about to keep things going for 12 customers. The shop was crowded as a result. Oddest in Hungary (elsewhere in Eastern Europe too probably) are the "security guards". I never once saw these in any shop in Britain. They have black shirts (often with 'SECURITY' on in English in white capitals) and are invariably fat. Not the majestic fatness of older Gypsy musicians, spreading sideways to fill entire shop aisles, looming round corners like fabulous sea monsters, but a smaller, more compact type of fatness. Security men in shops here in Budapest are almost all either of normal height and pot-bellied, or shorter and more simian. The second type are thickset too, but are most noticeable for shoulders sloping broadly down at 45 degrees - far enough out that their paws hang quite widely away from the body at knee level. They lope across the shopfloor more rapidly than the pot-bellied type, swinging their arms primate-style, on their way to be importantly fat in another part of the store. I was watching a typical scene like this and suddenly realised I've got used to this. I hardly notice any more how weird it looks.
One Canadian infectious-disease specialist thinks lockdowns do ten times the damage compared to whatever good they do. "It turned out that the costs of lockdowns are at least 10 times higher than the benefits. That is, lockdowns cause far more harm to population wellbeing than COVID-19 can."
January 10th; Sunday. There are certain moments in daily life when you're reminded that most salaried managers make zero effort to improve anything about the products their employer makes unless they're put under major pressure. They just ride through life, doing the absolute minimum, hoping no-one notices their entire career skillset could be replaced by a pencilled diagram on a napkin. One of those moments that reminds us of this is opening a box of pills.
First, they're not easy to open, and they're not easy to reclose in any neat way. I'm on eight prescribed medications at the moment, and with every one, because they're intended for sick people who have no choice about what to buy, (so sod them, thinks the manufacturer) no changes have been made to the packaging since your mother was at school. You'll get what you're given, and if that means a box you have to struggle to rip open, whereupon it doesn't close again neatly, so be it. No-one cares what you think anyway - after all if you're on this product you're dying, aren't you?
And the sheets of pills always conform to the latest bright idea in tablet packaging from 1970 - you press the thing out of the foil sheet and either break the pill or rip the sheet because nobody in 1/2 a century thought Oh let's make part of the foil weaker along one edge of each pill bubble, that wouldn't take much thought, would it? So let's not do that.
And the pills should mostly be white because some spoilt greedy toddler once found brightly colour-coded capsules in Mummy's handbag (which the fat little brat shouldn't have been poking around in to start with), porked himself on the lot and died, so let's inconvenience billions of adults for another hundred years by making most medical pills white, cream-coloured, or salmon pink and never changing this. And just as you open that box messily, you're at the end where access to the pills is blocked by the folding leaflet in four languages that some nifty machine wrapped round them and jammed in so when you pull it out you fling foil sheets of vital medicine all over the room. It would be super easy to mark on the outside of the box which end the useless document is (or even insert it in another way), so let's not do that either. Would require at least one manager for one afternoon in his life to not be brain dead at head office. It's the same with those boxes that tubes of toothpaste come in. Nothing has changed since the Korean War. And of course governments force the manufacturers to put thick little wedges of tightly-folded useless documents inside those boxes too, doubtless explaining in a multitude of languages & scripts that rubbing toothpaste into your eyes is unwise. Every one of these steps is hundreds of thousands of managerial decision-makers in scores of countries, every single one of whom just couldn't be bothered - whole towns-worths of lifetimes of not giving a stuff.
January 9th; Saturday. Another interesting look at how suspect the November US vote tally was. Trump totals reducing during some cumulative counts.
January 8th; Friday. Again claims covid-19 was a Chinese bioweapon, perhaps released by accident.
January 7th; Thursday. 2 stand-up comedians: an Australian in a chopper gets flown across Iraq; a South African compares racism country by country.
January 6th; Wednesday. 12th Night of Christmas. As such, a time for deliberate mayhem and choosing a Lord of Misrule. Note the Congress-invader mob mostly stood round taking photos on their phones.
January 5th; Tuesday. Back in the days when he thought he might get a nice ECB sinecure for subverting Brexit, Mark Carney, quisling Governor of the Bank of England, signed off on a Jane Austen banknote. Sadly, the P&P quote didn't quite mean what he thought it meant.
January 4th; Monday. An article proposes towing an asteroid closer to earth as its iron & nickel content is worth 70,000 times the world economy. The journalist forgets to consider the big lump would push the price of iron & nickel down close to zero.
January 3rd; Sunday. Rather sweet article about a mathematician and a geologist getting together to show the world is made of little cubes. At least most of it.
January 2nd; Saturday. Although it was just before Christmas that Cardiologist Akos said I could stop doing my thrice-daily blood-pressure measurements with the small pump-up rubber sleeve device Paul & Marion kindly bought me, I still feel strangely bereft of the ritual. Measuring my blood pressure and pulse three times each day and writing the numbers carefully onto a paper sheet printed with a grid over about 70 days created a soothing rhythm to passing time. It made me feel somehow more involved with the mending of my weary heart. In an odd way it even made the matching rhythm of the twice-daily medications (now up to eight different pills each day) easier. I'm still taking the medications, but Akos said I am improving and did not need to keep measuring. Fascinating how quickly a new thing can become a comforting habit.
January 1st; New Year's Day. Here's an article with commentary on the November paper in Nature finding no long-term covid-19 infectiousness from people without symptoms - meaning the devastating curfews/"lockdowns" and paper masks were pointless all along as well as counterproductive. Meanwhile, statistically shrewd Ivor Cummins, in his Hibernian brogue, shows why covid-19 is vastly less serious than the Spanish Flu of 1918.
Plus a strange fortnight-old piece of news, US military co-operation with the Biden team halted. Separately, James Delingpole explains why Trump should continue to oppose the November vote fraud that switched hundreds of thousands of votes from him to Biden through computer backdoors.
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