Kamala Harris FURIOUS with art directors
"Trump had the Secret Service pulling all his stunts. What did I have? Nothing."
Shoddy Workmanship Wins
“How many fake-ass Trump assassinations were there? Two? Three? I lost count. Who are the Secret Service working for anyway? The Orange Man or Potato Head? I read the truly excellent and well-researched Globalist Gazette articles on the subject some time back and laughed like a hyena- which is something I never do- as you know. Just where are they getting these fourth-rate actors from anyway? Are they on day-release? I mean I knew the general public were stupid when I found out what they were prepared to let me away with, but even they keep surprising me. But now that I can see how effective these lame-ass takedown attempts are I’m wondering why my people didn’t organise the same for me. Am I not worthy? It’s getting to where we don’t need to bother any more- We could simply just tell the voting public- Uh.. Sorry everyone. We can’t do voting- cos- well, it’s complicated, but never mind- We made some nice photos of your new leaders that we chose, and here’s a free donut for everyone. Enjoy.”
Harris Fires Hair Stylist
“My hair was fabulous obviously, but evidently just not fabulous enough. I mean look at my opponent whose hair, or what’s left of it, is just a kind of afterthought. Last time we ran a female candidate we all learned that offering up a crumply, angry old hag won’t do- Even I knew that- It was obviously time for a female candidate that, at least on the surface, looks female. Doesn’t anyone care about surface appearances any more? I just don’t get it. I thought my hairstylist Leslie Fremar had this all under control. Obviously not.”
I’m not drunk
“People just love to accuse me of being loaded and I can kind of understand why. I’m just a relaxed kinda gal. What’s wrong with that? I get a lot of people saying I can’t form coherent sentences. What they fail to appreciate is that I’m operating on a higher plane of consciousness and they can’t connect with me. There isn’t a lot I can do about that. People think the Presidency is a tough job and you’ve got to be on your top game, but we’ve got plenty people around here to deal with the business of making decisions. They just need someone to provide a little encouragement and positivity. That’s where I fit in. Anyway it doesn’t matter now, right? They tell me I didn’t get the job, right?”
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Tales From The Lockdown is a true personal account of one of the strangest periods in history, where ordinary civilised people abandoned the familiar trappings of humanity, logic and scientific rigour in favour of approval from a bizarre new secular cult whose roots have been quietly cultivated for centuries. The aims of this cabal were finally implemented in the 20th and 21st centuries by a conglomeration of transnational organisations, banks, corporations and their loyal servants- “democratic” national governments and their lackeys. Séamus recounts his adventures with the police, the courts and a new kind of self-appointed law enforcer: Ordinary cult members.
We begin our story in the South of Ireland in late 2019 when unusual events begin to unfold- Starting first as a trickle of activity, then a flow, and then a raging torrent. The book details the escapades of the author Séamus O'Laoi who tries to make sense of what's happening; It details his small but nonetheless important personal challenges to the authority of the Irish state in the period between the interestingly exact 2 year perriod: March 2020 to March 2022 (When attention switched overnight to the Ukraine war, and off came the masks and the mandates.) Séamus details some of the main characters involved in the greatest scam the world has ever known; The policies pursued by the Irish government and their attempt to fulfil the requirements of their masters: The UN, WHO, EU, and WEF.
This book is a record of what happened in Ireland during the period Séamus mockingly refers to as the "Period Of The Dreadful Disease" when erstwhile invisible forces emerged and revealed themselves to the world, perhaps assuming that no-one would pay too much notice. Following brutal assaults by governments against “their” people, it has become obvious for anyone with eyes to see that they are not fit to manage an ice cream stand, much less “govern” a geographical region or a people.
It is hoped that books such as this one can help provide the reader with an enhanced understanding of what happened in March 2020; The preparatory events and players which preceded it. Séamus examines his local environment in the context of global events, and the curiously well-coordinated actions of governments everywhere. He asks some very pertinent questions like: Where did all this madness come from? And, How do we counter it?
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