What do most people say, if you raise questions about the reality of the
"epidemic," or even hint that the facts might be in doubt?
Two responses high on the list: "but people are dying"; and "the experts wouldn't lie."
So, in this episode of virus fakery and apocalypse on rye with mustard, I
present a tale I like to call: THE PROPAGANDA MASTER COMES TO TOWN.
This character is a wisdom figure and a teacher. He's an old pro. He
makes sure the lies are being told well and often. He reminds his
troops of their mission. Pardon his language, but he has a very low
opinion of humanity.
Here he is now, getting out of his limo and walking into a five-star hotel.
Conference room. A security team has checked the space for bugs and
other electronic snooping. The shades are drawn. A dozen propaganda
ops specialists are sitting at the long table.
The maestro walks into the room, stands at one end of the table, and without formalities, begins talking:
---I only have a few minutes. I'm on my way to Rome to brief the Pope.
So here it is. We put messages into the heads of the great unwashed
masses, so they'll pass those messages to others. Get it? THAT'S the
real contagion factor. Never forget it. We're
Info Central for the rubes and yokels and idiots, including high IQ
idiots who think their college degree means they're educated in science.
---We work with death. People all over the world are dying all the
time, every day. The public doesn't want to think about that. Good.
That's good for us. Our job is to convince the yokels that the "new"
dying which is happening now comes from a special
virus. We do that by equating DEATH and CORONAVIRUS. Get it? Never
forget it. "People are dying, it must be the virus." That's our
ticket.
---Our medical brethren in this great con have already done a terrific
job carving up death into various categories. But now they can make
ordinary pneumonia into coronavirus pneumonia at the drop of a hat.
They can make flu into corona. They can make a
man falling down stairs a victim of the virus. A flying saucer crashes
in a field? If that happened, a CDC official with a straight face
could tell the yokels and idiots that the alien pilot of the craft was
struck down by the virus and that's why he lost
control of the saucer.
---So we can't let our medical friends down. We have to ramp up the
intensity of the message. I want more predictions from Harvard and Yale
big shots. You know, millions are going to die. Half the world's
population is going to be infected.
---Some of the idiots and loons we target are politicians. They
"believe in science." We want these pols to lock down cities. Cut off
transportation. Make people feel the sting. The sting and the crisis
and the quarantine equal THE VIRUS. We own the virus.
It's our psy-weapon. It's an idea, a notion, a ghost, a terrorist, a
monster, and only the medical experts can control it, if people follow
all their orders. Keep pounding that message.
---Now, just between us, did they ever find a brand new virus in China
to begin with? Who cares? Are the diagnostic tests for the virus
inadequate and useless and worthless and deceiving? Of course. Is the
"virus epidemic" a gold-plated fake? Sure. Are
all sorts of people being diagnosed with corona who have no disease at
all? You bet. Are people who are sick for all sorts of reasons being
told they're corona cases? Yeah. That's our bread and butter. Some
poor bastard gets off a plane and he has a slight
fever from the bad air in the cabin and he's whisked to a military base
for quarantine. Play it up. "The virus can get you anytime,
anywhere." In a city, the ICU ward in a hospital is overflowing with
sick people? Of course it is. People are sick all
the time. But now, with the wave of a magic wand, they're put in the
ICU because they must be corona. Good. I want more pictures of that
ICU. I want video on the news. More of it. Get busy. Don't slack
off. This is a circus. There are rules for a
circus. The main rule is, people get bored quickly, so you need lots
of acts and tricks and animals and side shows and candy to keep the
audience occupied. An ICU here, an ICU there. A mother crying. Who
cares why? It must be the virus. I don't want
to hear about all the other reasons people are sick. I just want to
hear VIRUS.
---Never forget how easily you can fool the yokels. Yesterday, a guy
living in an apartment house had the flu. No big deal. But today, same
guy? Corona. Nothing changed except the news. All his neighbors in
the building forget that yesterday this guy
had ordinary flu. It's a beautiful thing. Use it. I want to see more
funerals on the news. Get busy. Show me more sporting events
happening in empty stadiums.
---Our holy grail, our perfect ideal, which is unattainable, would be:
every death in the world for the next six months or a year is called
coronavirus. But we can strive toward that ideal. We must.
---There are two echelons. There is WE. And there is THEY-THEM. WE
keep THEM in their limited minds. We bolster those limited minds with
our messages. Keep them yammering, "But people are dying, it must be
the virus!" It's pure gold. Keep mining that
gold.
Back in his limo, the maestro puts in a call to his contact at the CDC.
"Listen up," he says, "you people over there are starting to wobble.
I'm talking about the diagnostic test for the virus. First, your test
kits were bad, they didn't work. Now you don't
have enough of them to satisfy needs. Plus the word is starting to
leak out that the tests are inherently unreliable and no one should
believe them. This crap must stop now. Shore up your troops. Get them
in line. I want healthy people and sick people
and old people and young people and all people to be diagnosed with
corona, and I don't want any uncertainties. You and I know the test is a
joke, it doesn't work, but nobody else can find that out. Got it?
People over there at the CDC can be replaced.
They can find themselves out on the street. What's in charge of this
operation is propaganda, not science. YOU back US up. That's the
hierarchy. I want FEAR raging through the population. If you can't
hold up your end, you're going to find all the quotes
about the epidemic in the press are suddenly coming from the World
Health Organization, not the CDC. I'll make sure you're shoved into the
background. The World Health people are professional. They know how
to deliver a unified con job. Those two idiots,
the governor of New York and the mayor of New York, are doing more to
hype this fake epidemic than all the employees of the CDC put together.
Get your house in order. Fast."
He closes his phone and puts it in his pocket. On the way to the
airport, he hums a little tune. He looks out the window. He thinks to
himself, if we can stretch this out far enough, we can force a
cancelation of the Olympics. Maybe we can even stage a
presidential election in America on the Internet. No one votes in a
booth. Can't risk transmission of the virus. He chuckles. His phone
vibrates. He takes it out.
"Yes, sir?" he says. He listens. Nods. "Yes, sir, I know you're going
to address the nation on the pandemic in a few minutes. Well, sir,
this is a squeeze play. You're in the middle. I know you understand
that. If you go too far in minimizing the risk
of the epidemic, you're going to get hit hard from all sides. Mayors,
governors, scientists, doctors, public health officials, members of
Congress, big tech, the media---they're all going to carve you into a
grinning pumpkin. To say nothing of what's been
happening to the stock market. If you try minimize the "epidemic," the
whole economic picture is going to go upside down. Even Goldman Sachs
won't be able to protect you. Look around you. That schmuck mayor of
New York is making noises about shutting down
the whole Subway system. My advice is, let this operation run its
course. Read the tea leaves of history. Many presidents have trouble
at the end of a term. The coronavirus fakery is your trouble. Ride it
out. If you can't beat Joe Biden in November,
you should go back to building golf courses. He's hanging on by a
thread. I don't think the doctors can pump him up with enough drugs to
keep his brain functioning during a debate. You might stagger into
office on a low for your second term, but the epidemic
op will fade out, the economy will come back, and you'll---don't be
angry, sir, your enemies have been looking for an Achilles heel since
you started campaigning back in 2015. They tried this, they tried that,
it didn't really work. But this medical op works.
Are you really going to say the medical experts are all liars and fake
news? Are you contemplating that? Take it from me, it won't fly. You
know I'm right. The medical propaganda of the past hundred years is a
winner. How can you buck it, especially in
the middle of this current shit storm? If I cared about the truth, I'd
be in a dither. Fortunately, I'm above the fray. Listen to your wise
old uncle. Take the bitter with the sweet. You're a pro in your
field. The art of the deal. In this instance,
the deal is live to fight another day. You painted your picture of
"the grand economic recovery", and now they're spraying all over it with
graffiti. That's what enemies do. I have some interesting material on
Biden and Bernie, if you'd like me to---"
The maestro looks at his phone. "He hung up," he says to his driver.
"He's a quick study," the driver says.
They laugh.
"What are you going to say to the Pope?" the driver asks.
"I'm going to tell him to keep his big mouth shut. And if he can't do
that, and he wants to bring God into it, we'll work on the statement.
Change it to Nature. That's softer. Nature has its ways. It must be
respected. God gave us the intelligence to
work with Nature, and the means to develop medical science. Doctors
are healers. Follow their recommendations. Something like that. On
the way over in the plane, I'll come up with some quotes. Stay by my
side. You're packing heat. They'll ask for your
weapon before they let us in the Vatican. Give it to them. Keep your
eyes trained straight ahead. Don't look past any open doors. Who knows
what you'd see? I don't want anyone to call us as witnesses in a
future court case..."
"You're careful as always," the driver says.
"Careful in the details, absolutely reckless when it comes to the
overall plan. Tell a lie so outrageous, no one can believe it's a lie."
At the White House, the president steps to the podium and looks at the
camera. He thinks, I wonder what would happen if I went off script and
said, you know, there must be ten thousand people in Washington who know
there's something weird about this coronavirus
situation. There's the whole flu thing. The CDC says thirty thousand
people in the US die from ordinary flu every single year, like
clockwork, and there are millions of flu cases every year---but nobody's
calling THAT an epidemic. The stock market isn't
crashing because of THAT. Nobody's getting quarantined because of
THAT. They aren't going to play the whole NCAA March Madness tournament
in empty arenas because of THAT. What the hell's going on?
The president starts to speak to the nation. |
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