Life in bed and Heard in court

Today I stayed in bed. I am still struggling with this wretched Piriformis Syndrome. It’s still better than having to give evidence in the Johnny Depp and Amber Heard case.

I followed the case today as it was streamed live. It is fascinating to see how very meticulous the questions have to be from the lawyers to the witnesses.

I disliked the Psychiatrist. But then I dislike them all. I find them mostly disturbing and disturbed themselves. The Psychiatrist got a good clobbering from the Depp lawyer. Good on him, he’s very clever but not as glamorous as Ms Vazquez! I’m sure there will be some clips of that on YouTube.

I’m vacillating between Depp is horrid to Heard is horrid.

But the witness who has been fascinating about how the movie industry works, is Kathryn Arnold, witness on the side of Amber. She has been the most convincing expert I have seen. She has analysed how Depp’s career has hardly been affected by the defamation article Heard wrote which has been the cause of this court case. And how Amber Heard’s career has been utterly destroyed by the Social Media hate campaign against her. Kathryn Arnold does many cases where she analyses ‘losses’ incurred by various sides in libel cases.

Johnny Depp is still popular. Amber Heard is now not.  She has lost out on millions of dollars, because Social Media and this case ( aka Johnny Depp?) has killed her career.

I’d hate to be an actor. I’d hate to be a famous actor. I’d hate to be a very wealthy famous actor. I’d hate to be married to either Amber Heard or Johnny Depp.

They both sound absolutely unbelievably horrid.

I think both men and women have been fascinated by the Depp/Heard case because there, we see ourselves, our ugly sides, reflected at our very worst.

It’s much better to be relaxing in bed on this Monday, comfortable against my lovely pillows with a hot water bottle in the small of my back.

There is a great advantage to not needing fame nor fortune, nor drugs, nor alcohol, nor beauty, or  admiration from others in the persuit of happiness.

Mad hatters – the tea parties

Recently, I have failed to blog here.

The reason is because because fake news, conspiracy, woke and offended persons seem to be on the menu everywhere I read these days. I have been struck dumb.

At some tea parties I attend on the Internet, the fans post admiring comments about how wonderful the Mad Hatter is who is leading their tea party. Often, the fans post links to other sites more whacky than the one they are on. Or they suddenly explode bile against the Jews, Bill Gates, or other perceived criminals.

The whole of society nowadays, seems to be filled with bile and hate – and fear. Never known anything like it.

Conspiracy and fake news is more availiable to anyone who wants a high from it, than ever before because the world has contracted to be a tiny size with the Internet. Fear, shock and horror is the drug of choice for Mad Hatter party attendees…

Wherever you go now on the Internet, you can get wound up by the drugs of Feminism, Racism, Porn, vaccine deaths, fake Covid, New World Order, Gates, the Pope, missing children, the sex slave trade, climate change, narcissism, me too, dirty politics, hidden agendas, fascist goverments removing our freedoms, our ‘rights’, critical race theory, animal critical theory, decolonisation, single parenting, men’s rights, covid passports, microchips, LBGTQ, trans, discrimination, exaggeration, and a general mental indigestion from all the poisonous fodder offered by the Mad Hatters leading the current favoured binge.

I have attended many Mad Hatters’ tea parties on the Internet. I’ve always enjoyed the thrill. But I’ve never believed at any one table the party-fare proffered , is the only food out there, delicious as it might momentarily seem.

I think I just enjoy watching the inmates of the asylum on YouTube/Bitchute, or reading about them in the alternative news.

I like parties where I can sing and dance and feel uplifted. I’m far too old for gloom. When the government reports a drop in Covid cases, hospital admissions, and sucess with vaccines, I believe them. At the moment they look more sane at the party they are hosting, than all the other Mad Hatter tea parties I’ve visited.