Continuing my "greatest COVID hits" articles. To read my introduction to this ongoing series, go here. To support my work and get value for value, order my Matrix collections here and subscribe to my substack here.
March 11, 2020
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...
~~~
(The link to this republished COVID article posted on my blog is here. For the article published on Wednesday, click here.)
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