Note:
This is a piece of fiction I wrote months ago, when there was some
question about what Trump was going to do...which way he was going to
jump...
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?
They say, "But people are dying." And that's the end of the conversation.
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 also 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 MORE cities. Make people
feel the sting. The sting and the crisis and the quarantine must equal
THE VIRUS. We own the virus. It's our psy-weapon. It's an idea, a
notion, a ghost, and the medical experts can contain 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? I see no convincing evidence they did. But 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, one ICU ward in a hospital is overflowing with sick people. Of
course it is. People are sick all the time. But now, they're all
afraid, and they're coming on foot, in cars, in wheelchairs, on
crutches, and 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
chaotic 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.
---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, "People are dying, it must be the virus!" It's pure gold.
Mine 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 wobbling. I'm talking about the diagnostic test for the virus.
First, your test kits were bad, they didn't work. Then you didn't have
enough of them to satisfy needs. Now the word is starting to leak out
that the tests are inherently unreliable and no one should believe
them. This crap must stop. 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 or Johns Hopkins, 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 sticks 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 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 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 to downplay corona, 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---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 and its viruses. 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 are
aware 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 canceling basketball
because of THAT. What the hell's going on?
The president starts to speak to the nation.
"Look,
the bottom line is, I have to protect millions of lives. I need to
sign bills authorizing two trillion dollars in aid to our businesses and
workers. I have to listen to the experts. People are dying, it must
be the virus. What else could it be?"
An unknown man in the back of the room says, in a very clear and loud voice: WELL, IT COULD BE COMPLETE HORSE---"
An
alert special ops team member steps in front of the man and quickly
sprays him in the face with a chemical. The unknown man is paralyzed,
and like a log he pitches forward and bounces off the floor.
The special ops man shouts: IT'S THE VIRUS. HE'S DEAD.
People scream. The doors to the room are suddenly locked. Doctors in white coats appear.
Someone yells, THE WHITE HOUSE IS INFECTED. WASHINGTON DC IS INFECTED.
The
president shrugs, looks at the camera and says, "I guess I'll be
speaking to you next from an undisclosed location. We WILL get through
this, America---"
BLACKOUT.
People are dying, it must be the virus. |
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