For NoMoreFakeNews Readers who haven’t yet visited my substack page,
here’s a sample of what I’m doing over there. What follows below is the
Lite version. At substack, every day, I’m DESTROYING REALITY---the
reality nobody wants, except for the demented ones.
It’s my self-appointed task, and frankly, nobody does it better. I take the odd jobs. And I go all in.
---Several TV channels, back there in the mists of time---July---went wall to wall with shark shows and promos.
I
have a theory. Scientists have found a way to pipe those shows to
sharks around the world, and then the big fish swim close to shore and
attack swimmers. Some of those sharks have Swiss bank accounts, and they
pocket fees from media networks.
Also,
just like the word “recession,” “great white shark” is being
redefined. They can be much smaller than the beast in Jaws. So there are
many more of them (for TV). I have to take a look at my tabletop
aquarium. I may have a few buzzing around in there.
The
shark shows feature lots of boat crews. These crazy guys drop fish in
the water to attract sharks in order to film them. The guys go
underwater in metal cages and wait for the monsters to bang against the
bars. The guys fly in helicopters above shore lines and look down and
speculate about why the sharks are coming ever closer to beaches:
Seals, otters, climate change, systemic racism, gender dysphoria.
For
some reason---maybe it’s in the sharks’ TV contracts---the great whites
open their mouths VERY wide, exposing all their teeth, when they’re
going after six little trout the boat guys dropped overboard as
bait. Seems very inefficient. Nature doesn’t usually operate that way.
I
watched a show that ran footage of hundreds of fins poking up above the
waterline close to a beach. I suspect those fins were plastic
forgeries. Especially since the show’s host was doing his stand-up about
20 feet into the water.
I’m
fascinated by the shows, because they raise a question. Is the viewing
audience rooting for the guys or the sharks? In the larger scheme of
things, is the audience rooting for the heroes or the monsters?
You
could take this out to: Are most people willing to sacrifice humans for
the sake of the environment, even if it means massive depopulation?
I know people who would choose the environment in a second.
Maybe this is behind all those shark shows: Nature is coming to get us, and we should let it.
It
has a certain appeal, especially for people who’ve given up on the
human race. They’re like the fish who swim along quietly with sharks,
eating the big beasts’ leftovers.
Would you die to save one giant redwood?
Would you?
Lots of people say they would. I wonder what they’d do if they had to die in the water by great white attack.
I
actually believe it’s possible for individual humans to rise to a level
where they can make friends with the wildest of beasts. But short of
that, a long slithering crocodile coming out of a river can take off a
leg and a crotch before you can punch in 911 on your cell.
Generally
speaking, I’m not a worshipful fan of Nature. For instance, take the
rainforest, which I rightly call the jungle. I know that when you get
down in there and you’re fighting your way through the undergrowth, you
encounter an astonishing variety of life. But viewed from the air, as
you’re flying over it, you see it marching all the way out to the
horizon. There’s a paralyzing SAMENESS to it, as if one
football-field-sized chunk has been exactly replicated, over and over
and over. As if Nature said, “Ah, the hell with it, you get the
idea. I’m just going to copy that original piece a million times and lay
each piece next to another and multiply the whole ‘army’ on and on
until you humans do something with it…”
Humans
eventually obliged. Indeed, they did some crazy shit with it. But the
basic notion of intervention made sense. Otherwise, we’d still be living
in a whole world of nothing but jungle.
Many
people SAY they want that. They’re all cuddly with the idea. But if you
dropped them down into the middle of a dense patch, with the prospect
of living out a whole life of 60 years or so there without let up, I
think you’d have lots of conscientious objectors.
I’d put up one of the great Rembrandt self-portraits against a giant redwood any day of the week.
And
one of those blunt tropical trees that spreads out horizontally in all
directions with twisted roots above the ground? Versus, say, the
Chrysler Building in New York? I’ll take the Chrysler.
I’ll go all in with the Brooklyn Bridge against any square mile of jungle anywhere in the world.
Now
if it was a choice between a fantastic black leopard picking his way
through foliage in Southeast Asia, and, say, the entire corner of 8th
St. and Sixth Avenue in Manhattan, I’m taking the leopard.
So I’m a mixed bag. It’s case by case.
Great
white shark, or the crazy TV guys in the boat filming the
beast? Theoretically, it might be a draw. But I do have species-biased
loyalties. I’ll pick the guys. As long as I don’t have to sit in a bar
and listen to their stories.
A koala bear in a tree or Klaus Schwab? The cute koala, hands down.
Which
would I prefer? Great white ate Bill Gates, or Bill Gates ate the great
white? See, I think Bill DID eat the great white. That’s why he’s the
way he is. So turnabout is fair play. Maybe next year, we’ll see that
turnabout explode on screens during shark week. The ratings would go
through the roof. Both sides would pause the war in the Ukraine and
watch.
This is my problem with television. The networks know very well how to send their numbers soaring. But they back off.
My
production team has put in a proposal to Sea World in San
Diego. Capture a great white. A really huge one, not a renamed
barracuda. A slathering monster. Dump it in a giant pool at Sea
World. Keep it there. Have staff members feed it a few hundred pounds of
meat from the ends of poles every day. (This is all broadcast to a
global audience 24/7 without let up.) Train this shark to sit up and beg
for food, bob for apples, turn somersaults. The works.
Finally, the beast is domesticated.
A
trainer can ride it around the pool. He can pet its mouth and clean its
teeth. He can administer castration drugs without objection. What a
show.
And
then one day…just like humans who have been subjected to endless mind
control reeducation…the shark blows his top. He shakes off all his
programming.
My
production team has scripts prepared for that day. We have a voice-over
narrator who will explain to the viewing audience---as the shark is
wreaking havoc in the bloody pool and leaping out into the stands where
the onlookers are sitting paralyzed, waiting to be munched---the
narrator will describe the way mind control works and what happens when
it reaches a limit.
The
narrator will explain why a society based on individual freedom with
responsibility, as opposed to State tyranny, avoids such a horrific
outcome.
It’s an object lesson in, let’s call it social studies.
I think it’ll have a beneficial impact.
Don’t you?
For
example, people might rethink the recent Los Angeles arrest of two
traffickers who possessed 150,000 fentanyl pills, capable of killing
several million people. After charging the duo, the DA released the
traffickers on their own recognizance.
The
public’s PASSIVE ACCEPTANCE of such an outrageous prosecutorial action
surely speaks to the influence of mind control and entrainment and
programming.
Or to put it another way---individuals fear what the State would do to them if they put aside their fear.
Shark week brings up many interesting thoughts. That’s why it’s so majestic.
Don’t forget to visit my substack page. Jaws are opening and closing there every day.
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(Episode
18 of Rappoport Podcasts -- "Busting Fake Reality: The Job of the
Century; The Knight’s Journey" -- is now posted on my substack. It's a
blockbuster. To listen, click here. To learn more about This Episode of Rappoport Podcasts, click here.)
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(The link to this article posted on my blog is here.)
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