Lockdown dream and the Tibetans
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Jon Rappoport
The
author of three explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED, EXIT FROM
THE MATRIX, and POWER OUTSIDE THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US
Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. He maintains a
consulting practice for private clients, the purpose of which is the
expansion of personal creative power. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he
has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles
on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin
Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and
Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics,
health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world.
"Let’s 'elect' an old incoherent medical patient as the next president"
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After all, they would need him to sign all sorts of insane executive orders, and no one in his right mind would go along.
If
Chairman of the Joint Chiefs, Mark Milley, thought Trump was mentally
unstable---forcing him to tell a Chinese official he, Milley, would warn
him if the US was about to launch a nuclear strike against China---what
is Milly thinking now---with Biden in the Oval Office?
What is Milley telling his Chinese counterpart?
“Listen,
your boy Joe can’t find his way from the shower to his bedroom. Half
the time he thinks his wife is a psychiatrist from Walter Reed. Joe has
his good days and his bad days, but they’re all bad. Even when his mind
is right, he doesn’t know it. Catch my drift? We gave him an NFL
football signed by three quarterbacks, and Joe thinks it’s the nuclear
football. He keeps looking for the latch that opens it up. He says,
‘Call Tom Brady, Brady has the launch codes’.”
There’s
another Biden factor. At least half the nation’s economy now operates
on services for the disabled and the disadvantaged. So it’s natural to
feature a severely disabled man in the Oval Office.
I say put Biden on Workman’s Comp. Publicly. With pride.
Let’s
have a National Day of Recognition for Our Leader with Dementia. Send
him on a quick tour of nursing homes. Wheel him into day rooms full of
residents. Have him exclaim, “I’m with you. I am you. I suck on ice
cream. I can’t remember names. I start one sentence and then I’m in the
middle of another sentence.”
Don’t
try to hide what the White House reporters know. Bring it all out into
the open. Celebrate it. Interview those journalists:
“Yes,
now that you mention it, Joe said Barack Roosevelt was the sitting
president. I laughed and then he laughed. I don’t know what he was
laughing at, but he was very happy. That’s an important quality in a
President.”
“It
was amazing. Quite lovely, in a way. We were on Air Force One, and Joe
said the stewards below decks in the engine room were checking the
torpedo specs. He was like a child. Innocent. Looking at the world
through fresh eyes…”
“He
told me the vaccine was a like a rose. There were tears running down
his cheeks. He really wants to save this nation from the virus. It was
beautiful. He’s not thinking from A to B. He’s free of all that. He’s
like an astronaut on a long journey in space. He wants to take us there
with him. We’re on the cusp of a new era. This is beyond AI. This is
something very different.”
“When
Joe talks to me off the record, it reminds me of…he’s giving us clues
to another dimension. We shouldn’t ignore those clues. We have to study
them and decode them. Once, he said he was going to create a new
department in the military. To enlist 20 million mentally disabled
Americans. To put them on the front lines in battle. Their random
actions would confuse and distract the enemy. You see, they would all
suddenly graduate from being victims, to heroes. Removing the stigma. It
puts everything in new perspective.”
A disabled president for a disabled nation.
Of
course, there are moments when Joe lashes out at reporters, underlings,
and the American people at large. This is to be expected. He is
afflicted, and the afflicted are disturbed. Literally. We must
understand and show empathy. If one of Joe’s edicts rubs us the wrong
way, well, he might have issued it in a moment of anger. At the very
least, we need to go along. Obey. Show our willingness to concede
“space” to the less fortunate. That is, the differently abled. Because,
when you stop and think about it, who really knows what Joe knows? He is
out there trailblazing along routes we can only pretend to understand.
He
may see a far destination we can’t grasp. In his unique processes, he
may be guiding us to some Great Ice Cream Truck. As adults, we’ve
violated many principles of Nature. Joe will take us back to the
fundamentals of share and care.
You
remember those childhood days, don’t you? When you and your brothers
and sisters lived in perfect harmony? One for all and all for
one. Without a trace of envy, spite, or jealousy. O those days, that
time. Yes, it must be what Joe is thinking about.
Even
if the oatmeal is dribbling down his chin, even if he can’t navigate
from the limousine to the fairgrounds without thinking he’s the
principal of a girl’s boarding school about to launch an unannounced
inspection of the dorm rooms, even if he thinks Beijing is a corporation
registered in Delaware, he has his finger on the pulse of a distant
star, toward which we are all traveling, blinded by his light, but
faithful within its glow.
“I’ll take the shot in the arm, nurse. I’ll take three. For Joe.”
There’s a real chance the dangerous shot will turn you into something like Joe. Or worse.
But that’s a tribute.
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(Follow me on Gab at @jonrappoport)
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