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Three major events occurred for me last year (2010), all in the space of about 2 weeks. I turned 50. The following day I got married. Two weeks later, my oldest daughter became pregnant with her first child and my first grandchild.

Most middle-aged people will tell you that in their minds, they still feel 20 something. It's the same for me.

Wasn't it only yesterday that I was planning a night out with guys from the surf club? That gorgeous new perm. Flaired, cuffed denims and the red t-shirt with the off-the-shoulder frill. Corked platform wedgies. **sigh**

Suddenly I'm looking in the mirror and wondering how 30 years can flash by so damned quickly!

So here I am in cyberspace, sharing my genuine shock and horror with anyone who'll listen and maybe I'll even meet some other over 50s who find themselves in the same predicament!

Welcome to my dilemna!!

Friday, October 17, 2025

Coupla Dayz

Shared by Doctors for Covid Ethics:

“Dancing nurses were never about the morale of healthcare workers or stress relief. They were a test, a sorting mechanism, revealing who would accept the contradictions and who would resist them. These videos on TikTok, which appeared simultaneously across all continents while governments declared medical emergencies, represented something unprecedented in the history of propaganda: the authorities showed that they could make populations accept two mutually exclusive realities at the same time. [Hospitals were "overwhelmed" and yet doctors and nurses spent hours rehearsing dance routines.]

What we witnessed was not traditional propaganda aimed at persuasion, but something more akin to what abuse experts recognize as gaslighting on a large scale. The psychological mechanism was elegant in its cruelty: it presented citizens with an apparent contradiction—hospitals that were both overcrowded and empty enough for choreographed routines—and then punished them socially for noticing it. 

This essay explores how this technique fits into the broader context of psychological warfare 

The dancing-nurses were a test for the distortion of reality. Once populations accepted this initial contradiction, they were prepared for more: each accepted absurdity weakened the public’s ability to trust their own observations.

This technique seems to draw inspiration from what Michael Hoffman calls “method disclosure“ — the practice of cryptocracy revealing its activities in plain sight, knowing that public inaction in the face of such a revelation produces a discouraging effect. The message becomes: “We can show you the contradiction between our words and our actions, and you will do nothing. You will accept both the lie and the evidence of it.” It is a form of ritual humiliation that works not through concealment, but through unabashed display. Almost four years later, we can see how this enterprise created precedents that persist.


On Thursday, while BGWLBH spent time in The Bay and Adoring Husband played golf, I had a very pleasant couple of hours at the local club with an old friend who I haven’t seen for over a year.

When I arrived home, both BGWLBH and AH were home too. Unexpected that was!

I heated up leftover crumbed chicken for dinner, served it with leftover coleslaw and potato salad. I made a fresh garden salad to go with it.

Today was a fabulously luscious bed day where I learnt more about quantum science, I journaled, I caught up on Jet lag the game and MAFS UK, and at 5pm the Indian Golf Championship was televised.

I made myself a pizza at lunch time and ate 2/3 of it so I didn’t need any more food. AH made some soursop tea for me this evening.

Friday night is chicken wing night (cooked by AH) so I didn’t have to spend time in the kitchen.

Now I need to sleep! It’s almost 11.30pm!





Nite all.

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