by Joseph P. Farrell, Giza Death Star:
(Well, I’m back… more or less. Before I get on to today’s blog, a word of thanks to everyone who sent well wishes and prayers and so on, and also to all of you who kept the articles coming in. You’ll note that there have been no blogs since last Thursday, but that doesn’t indicate how long I had this stuff. It actually began a week ago today. The pre-scheduled blogs ran until they ran out. In any case, I’m back, more or less, though I’m still not 100%.)
If you’ve been following the Skripal spy case, then you’ll know that things have taken a turn into the surreal. I’m reminded of the old television situation comedy Green Acres with Eddie Albert and Eva Gabor, which was something of a twisted mix-up between Hee Haw and Salvadore Dali; the plots and storylines were so self-evidently absurd that one kept watching just to see what sort of nonsense would follow. Lisa – played with remorselessly chic and stupid elegance by Eva Gabor – was often so confused that she would notice the “credits” at the beginning of each episode, and sometimes read them.
That’s the feeling I get when I’m watching the May Government “handle” the Skripal spy case: Lisa is reading the credits and other prompts in her already badly-written screenplay: “No, Minister, those lines in parentheses are what you’re supposed to do, not say… Take two!” Mrs. Thatcher could and would occasionally go off script and she could get away with it because whatever else one thought about her, she was not stupid. Watching Mrs. May, I have to wonder if she even knows what a script is.
Why am I bothering you with all this? Well, consider the latest developments(and I have to thank so many of you who found and sent various versions of these updates):
First, Britain’s major chemical and biological weapons facility, Porton Down, has not been able to conclusively prove that the alleged “nerve agent” used on Skripal is from Russia:
But never mind, because the “case” against Russia, we were assured, was absolutely air tight and compelling, even though the central feature of the story linking the whole affair to Russia can’t be proven. One senses, perhaps, a bit of double entendre in the Ministry of Defence’s quip about letting the Government “piece together the conclusions.”
Wait, it gets better: Secondly, Yulia Skripal is now apparently not only still alive, but awake from her deadly nerve gas attack, which turns out not to have been so deadly (and maybe not even nerve gas, but we’ll get back to that):
Now, just in case you missed it, the screenplay writers at the New York Times were kind enough to point it out:
Russian television broadcast a telephone recording on Thursday said to be of Yulia Skripal, who was poisoned with a military-grade nerve agent a month ago and is at the center of an escalating confrontation between Russia and Britain.
In the recording, which the Rossiya 24 news announcer emphasized could not be verified, Ms. Skripal tells her cousin Viktoria that both she and her father, Sergei V. Skripal, are healthy, and that neither of them has suffered long-term health damage from the poisoning. The recording contradicted public statements by the British authorities, who have described Mr. Skripal’s condition as “critical but stable” and said that only Ms. Skripal was conscious.
Within hours of the program’s broadcast, the British police released a statement on Ms. Skripal’s behalf, in which she said that she “woke up over a week ago now” and that her “strength is growing daily.”
Now, whether or not the telephone calls actually occurred, the important point here is to note that the U.K. appears to agree with the Russians that Yulia Skripal is alive, and more or less “well” and “conscious.” And this raises a few questions: