Diary of a Dissenter: A Week From My Window

‘We’re not going to do it, we may have to do it, we’re doing it.’

Everything You Know is Wrong


I step out my front door in Yeats Country and see a masked man headed my way across the field to the south-west, the metropolis of Maugherow to his rear. It’s not the Lone Ranger: He’s wearing one of those blue snotrags gullible people wear in the belief that they are protecting themselves from something called Covid-19…

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