being farmed

I’ve been listening to this May 2017 talk between Semiogogue and Michael Black:

In our masked times, three years on, it’s interesting to consider the image of the human herd, branded and counted; not to mention the video thumbnail – in case the channel gets Shoahed, it’s a woman wearing a BDSM mouthgag, mask-like. As with much of Semiogogue’s old content, it takes on a new resonance in the Year of the Mask.

Joe Biden has apparently promised to inflict another lockdown upon America, and even suggested forcing people to wear masks in their own homes, at all times. One can scoff, “well how could they enforce that?” – but that may be just the point, that once you have the regulation, the police can justify violating the Fourth Amendment and break into your house at any time to check you’re wearing your mask. Perhaps a Biden government would even require citizens to install a camera in every room, so a central surveillance operator can check for compliance. Children will be encouraged to inform on their parents, neighbour on neighbour.

As so often with our masters’ rulings, there seems a psy-op element. It is already clear that the mask does little or nothing to prevent contagion; and it is clear that Covid is now on a par with the flu, i.e. dangerous only to the elderly and enfeebled.

Just wearing the mask makes me feel isolated, alienated (in addition to the real physical discomfort), and I am not the most sociable of men. Peter Hitchens is right to call it “the muzzle”. For the elites – lovely types like Klaus and Hilde Schwab – we are nothing but animals; and they enjoy watching us muzzled like bad dogs.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

These ghastly people regard themselves as gods. For them, we are just beasts, cattle. They want us to be muzzled, to hide our faces before them, before each other, before even ourselves; they want us to shut our mouths, to speak only when spoken to and then only in agreement and submission. They want to take away our higher intellect, to reduce us to gene slurry. The mask is a symbol of their domination over us, like a BDSM mouthgag, like a collar. And just as every dog collar should have an identity tag, so we will be tagged with their vaccine, so they can keep track of us, lest we get ideas.

Perhaps it was inevitable that the rich & powerful would move from competing against each other to conspiring against the rest of humanity. After all, for most of human history the very rich (the aristocracy) were all related, some very closely.

The financial elites were and are likewise closely related. 

I was talking to someone from BMW once in Munich, and she admitted that the rivalry between BMW and Audi was largely fictitious, marketing for the plebs (think Blur vs Oasis), that the two great automakers even cooperated on projects; for example they went to a supplier together to discuss a new rear view mirror, which would be essentially the same in both Audi and BMW (they could thus save money through economies of scale). And yet there were others in BMW who thought Audi shite – intelligent people who nonetheless believed their own Marketing Department’s manufactured rivalry. 

Perhaps it is similar with politics and war; but it is of course hard to judge – a fairly senior political operator I knew in Germany, who had direct access to one of the highest in the land, was baffled by Merkel’s decision to indefinitely host the Third World, and said no one could understand it.

As best I can judge, the elites – or perhaps I should say, “Cabal”, as they don’t strike me as exceptionally intelligent or gifted, merely rich – want to destroy the white race, Christianity, Western civilisation, and create a subservient mixed race of manageably-low IQ chattels. An impressively grand ambition. For whatever reason, it seems to be time critical, judging from the unseemly haste with which Merkel beckoned the entire Third World into Europe.

Judging from Q’s reference to “The 16 year plan to destroy America”, I would wager that the millions of military-age Muslim males were part of a wider plan, and the election of Donald Trump postponed not merely America’s but also Europe’s destruction. Presuming the timing was not coincidental, I see these two events – the 2015 Migrant Crisis and the 2016 US election – as intertwined. I’m guessing Merkel’s plan was to use the Muslims to instigate massive, widespread violence, either to exterminate the white population or to create so much panic that the people would cry out for a totalitarian regime to take away their (few) liberties in return for security. I’m inclined to suppose the end goal was utter white genocide, given other indicators.

Perhaps the violence was scheduled to really kick off in late 2016/early 2017, and Hillary Clinton would have sent a “Peacekeeping Force” to round up the whites, separating the children for, uh, pizza parties, and most likely allowing the Muslim invaders to exterminate the gulaged Germans. I can imagine the New York Times and Guardian headlines now, after Muslims mysteriously equipped with the latest assault weapons, gun down hundreds of thousands of Germans in an American camp, while the (black) American guards take selfies: FAR RIGHT EXTREMISTS VIOLENTLY ATTACK INNOCENT MUSLIMS. With a photo of a German grimacing angrily, and another of a 5-year-old Muslim child looking sad, perhaps even crying and holding a teddy bear.

In which case, it’s ironic that almost every German I met had a visceral hatred of Donald Trump. His election threw a spanner in the works, a huge orange spanner, and now the Cabal are having to accelerate their program. Perhaps, if they had had another 20 years to slowly tip the demographic balance and weaken the people yet further, their final goal would be, in let’s say 2040, quite plausible. As it is, it’s too much, too soon, and I doubt it will go smoothly. I imagine good Germans in the Intelligence services have been reading Q since 2017, and coming to whatever dark conclusions stirred the Q group to act.

I wouldn’t even be surprised if the Kraut turn out to be one of the first to throw off the fallacious Covid lockdown; for all their bovine conformity, they have a werewolf-like tendency to go from being very nice and orderly and well-behaved to being, well, not; they have survived a great deal and always risen from the ashes of their own near-destruction. And once they decide that a regime is illegitimate, rather than just grumbling about dishonest politicians they have, historically, demonstrated a capacity for organised resistance & bravery; consider, for example, this man who performed an act of public defiance:

This anonymous hero, whose name we will most likely never know, should inspire modern Germans in their resistance to tyranny. 

conspiracies, Archbishop Viganò

We’re getting to the point where Alex Jonesian conspiracy theories have gone from being an entertaining intellectual diversion to a sound predictive model. In a sense, they were always a reasonably good guide to the future (more surveillance, less freedom), but the correlation was not so exact, and the final destination still seemed improbably distant & surreal. Before 2015, studying conspiracy theories was like watching a horror movie when you’re safe & snug at home, with a warming drink: the titillation of letting yourself get scared, knowing that you yourself are fine. Since the so-called migrant crisis, and especially now with the organised panic of Covid-19, it’s maybe more like reading about wolf pack attacks & tactics as you hear the howling in the distance, and your cat won’t go outside anymore, and Eastern European strangers turn up at your door reeking of garlic and offering cryptic remarks about that which cannot die, and your phone signal just cut out, and your massive TV keeps playing the monolith scene from 2001, and when you look for reassuring naughty teacher porn your browser redirects you to Hunter Biden dick pics, and the milk soured in the fridge, and the ravens have all departed.

When I was younger, I liked Neil Gaiman’s line from his Sandman comics: “any view of things that is not strange is false”. As a wide-eyed youth I just liked the idea that maybe the surrounding banality & mediocrity was not final; years later, I had enough “supernatural” experiences, that I accepted our reality as indeed stranger than we normally suppose. And yet I still find it hard to accept just how evil our rulers are – not so much the apparent rulers, the bumbling Boris, for example, as his masters. Increasingly, the evidence I accrue leads to dark theories. I know that there are malevolent non-physical intelligences, demons if you will, but I always found it hard to imagine they could interact with us in a more than haphazard, opportunistic fashion, serial killer style. And yet, it seems they can.

A letter from Carlo Maria Viganò, Archbishop of Ulpiana, to Donald Trump:

a mask in time of plague

Coronachan has withdrawn but people still wear masks here in Italy, often as a fashion accessory. I hate the mask. Perhaps in time people will choose to wear the mask at all hours, even when the government admit there is no further risk of contagion.

I readily imagine a future where everyone wears the mask, all the time. What special etiquette and caution must attend the removal, to eat and drink, to kiss. How to die in a mask. A city of men & women who wear increasingly decorative masks, ingeniously adorned & festooned; and then there will come the time when the masked citizens adopt a sponsor, when Audi or Bacardi or Siemens will pay people to wear a branded mask, when one can make a living walking about all day with a corporate insignia covering one’s mouth.

Plague Journal, 18 May

My city here in North Italy is slowly returning to normal, the streets full of people, albeit people in masks. It is curious how quickly everyone accepted the masks & gloves as not merely a medical necessity but even as somehow acceptable, as normal.

I hate wearing both mask and gloves, so rarely go out even for a stroll. My mask is several weeks old – I was given one for free back in April and have been wearing it every time I go outside; I gather we are supposed to throw them away after a couple of hours. I also recycle plastic gloves for several days, even though they are free at every supermarket.

After watching this video of Dave Cullen’s

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O0fsg8ijn8E

my initially mild scepticism has developed into full-blown tinhattery; I think the Wuflu is basically a bad flu, particularly dangerous for East Asians and the elderly, and highly infectious, but otherwise of little import.

I wear the mask to placate the rabble. The other day, tugging it off as soon as I entered the gates of my palace, I reflected that the mask could stand for most of my social interactions – I see no point to it, feel at best uneasily acquiescent, but force myself to comply because it is, after all, what everyone expects.

Plague Journal, 1 May

Lousy weather here in North Italy, overcast and windy. It now seems mandatory to wear a mask and gloves outside, previously it was only in the few open shops; I would rather stay indoors than go out with a mask and gloves just to get some exercise, and since it’s too cold to sit on my balcony with a book I am becoming increasingly a pale hermit in my cavern.

It is typical of Italy that no one is really sure if you need a mask & gloves to go outdoors; the government change the regulations every few days, so I’ve now filled in three different autodichiarazione (self-declaration) forms in case I’m stopped by the police – each has the same basic info (my address, where I’m going, why I’m going there, and that I haven’t had Coronavirus) but with pointless variations. Probably the latest version is now out of date and I can be arrested and imprisoned for not filling in an almost identical update.

A contrast between German and Italian bureaucracy: both are heavy, but the former eventually makes some sense, as the Hun are a race of engineers in search of function and efficiency; Italian bureaucracy is more akin to a building made up of randomly hurled pasta and old wine bottles and dead prostitutes: it is inefficient, burdensome, and incoherent to the point of insanity. It is as if the Italians wondered at the Germans: “Mario! Come see! The Germana they have-a so many a-moneys! How is possibile? Maybe because of-a all-a tha paperaworka! If-a we have-a many bureacracia we have-a money like-a the Germana!”

Waiting in the local town hall back in early March, the ticket system screen inoperative (someone had probably stolen a cable to sell the copper), the Italian staff wandering slowly around looking grumpy and baffled to be at work, I thought, This is what happens when a low-IQ, low-conscientiousness nation adopts a high-IQ/conscientiousness technology and system. While it wasn’t quite as bad as e.g. some African shithole, it explains the prevalent corruption in Italy: over the last few months I have been repeatedly tempted to just say, Do you want a bribe? Can I pay you 100 Euros and you do your job the way you should, instead of losing all my documents for the third time?

Strangely, some ice cream shops are now open. I’d be curious to know the reasoning behind such a choice, a government office somewhere with a group of grumpy, baffled Italian bureaucrats indolently pushing papers about a big table, then one says, Mario! I ‘ave an idea! We can open the gelaterie! and they then spend two weeks creating bureaucracy to this effect. I suppose it might be a good idea to have a phased return to normalcy, and why not begin with ice cream, especially since the weather is so shitty no one would want to stand about eating anything cold anyway.

The Italians seem to accept the dictates of lockdown with their usual cynical equanimity, they don’t like it but then everything the government does is insane anyway, so who cares.

Plague Journal, April 12

Life continues amidst Plague. Masks are now mandatory to enter the supermarkets, as are plastic gloves. I only have two masks. The pharmacies are often sold out, indeed I only procured my two through charity – a couple of girls were distributing them to anyone they found without a mask; I would otherwise be unable to even go into a pharmacy to ask if they have masks, because I wouldn’t have a mask.

Most supermarkets have now instituted a maximum shopper-number policy, so there are often lengthy queues.

As I walked home, tearing my mask off, I reflected on the curious sense of constraint and spacious freedom – there are so many new rules to obey (I suspect they will soon make it illegal to even go outside without a mask) that everything becomes awkward; and yet the streets are almost empty, as if the city now belongs solely to me.

I find myself largely untroubled, even relishing the atmosphere of emergency. I always felt ill at ease and out of place in peacetime; the smug confidence of the average apple polisher, getting on the property ladder, gonna get a Volkswagen Scirocco, DVD boxset weekend, holiday in the Sarf of France, always (unreasonably) repulsed me. I felt, all the time, as if these people were living in a bizarre fantasy of plenty & prosperity while the Red Army artillery came closer and closer.  I am, it seems, not designed to do well in times of peace and plenty.

Plague Journal, March 27

The weather here is very unItalian, cold, windy, grey. When the sun breaks I go onto the balcony to read, at present Purgatorio and Black Swan. I would kind of agree with Bruce Charlton that Nassim Taleb seems “consumed with pride” but then this isn’t incongruous with high talent/genius. Taleb is a good read, even if I sometimes find him a bit of a know-it-all in his Socratic “know-nothing-at-all” pose.

I just saw this video by Coach Red Pill:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jLeakZG7Yig

I’m not as smart as Coach Red Pill of course, and certainly don’t know as much about statistics & forecasts, but it seems to me that he’s making a mistake – he’s projecting a linear (if that makes sense for exponential growth) progression, and saying that major infrastructural services will collapse at such-and-such a point; however, my understanding, as a numerical illiterate, is that things rarely progress in a predictable and stable fashion. For example, as Anonymous Conservative has observed, the R0 (infection rate) will be higher at first as no one is taking precautions, and the toilet-seat-lickers & Springbreakers cull themselves from the herd; but then the ‘rona will meet stubborn, Marine-like resistance, an increasingly stubborn resistance as finally people walk about in full Hazmat suits and bleach spray.

In every real world system, the situation is dynamic as the actors react to stimuli; even the wise cannot see all ends, as Gandalf would say, and Taleb is, I suspect, right to criticise the so-called masters of the universe who sell themselves as prescient rather than haphazardly lucky. I think of this via the offside rule in football – it was originally intended to stop an attacker lurking by the enemy goals, but the defending team can actually provoke an opposing striker into violating the rule, to the defendant’s advantage. Every rule will provoke unexpected responses from the actors within the game, and these responses will trigger additional responses from other actors, until you have a hurly burly largely unmediated by the initial parameters.

Not to mention Black Swan phenomena, which are such precisely because they cannot really be predicted; merely, perhaps, imagined.

Plague Journal, March 22: introversion and social distancing

I’m trying to reduce my visits outside as I find it more stressful than anything else. I’m not so much worried about getting Coronavirus – indeed, I suspect I had an early variant when I was ill for 3 weeks in early February (c.f. Spanish Flu waves) – as I am unhappy at the eerie desolation of an empty city, the masked & awkward citizenry, as if everyone has out of fear become a superhero. When I passed a guy leaning against a pillar outside a restaurant, a delivery bike/hamper nearby, and he didn’t move aside, I just shrugged and held my breath then wondered, Is he unconcerned about the ‘rona because he already has it? – but he doesn’t care if he gives it to everyone who passes?

Most of the people I saw when I went shopping last night were food delivery guys on motorbikes, electric bicycles, one on some kind of electric-powered Segway, lit up in the dark, a food hamper on his back.

I’ve been considering the Spanish Flu as a precursor and possible model. In the 1918 pandemic, Italians were disproportionately affected, and there was a clear north/south divide in Europe, the Mediterranean countries being significantly impacted relative to the north. As I was walking to my local supermarket today, I noted Italians on bikes, in masks, all babbling excitedly on their phones, and wondered if it could be – genetics aside – a question of gregariousness; that Finns and Germans are an introverted people who prefer a small social circle, and are undemonstrative in their affections. Could it be that hundreds of thousands of people were saved in Finland because the Finns don’t like to socialise so much? Could infection (if not fatality) rates correlate to extroversion?

It could be that periodic pandemics exercise a pro-introversion selection, culling the extroverts. It is hard to see how typically extrovert behaviour would be other than deleterious in a time of Plague; whereas the lonely scholar in his tower, leafing through his Augustine and his Kant could well be a lone survivor. Plague might, then, serve as a corrective mechanism to societies which unduly favour the extrovert. One could argue that only a fairly prosperous individual could survive as an introvert, but that only means that introverts would tend to be higher IQ (since wealth is correlated with IQ) – so the introvert would come from a higher-IQ family, his inherited wealth serving as a buffer against an extroverted world.

It would be interesting to study IQ/introversion correlations, as I find it hard to imagine an impoverished introvert surviving outside of the very recent welfare systems of the West; could an introvert survive in Karachi or Mogadishu, or would the constant screaming and bustle rather deplete his energy, suppress his immune system, and lead to an early shallow grave, eaten by feral dogs and shit-encrusted urchins? My guess is, introverts tend to be from more wealthy families, and so will also be higher IQ.

Over time, recurrent Plagues could, then, select for high-IQ introverts, culling off the worst of the extroverts and dummies.

 

film report: Contagion

I decided to while away the (remaining) time with 2011’s Contagion, directed by Steven Soderbergh. I knew almost nothing about it except the title and that it was something to do with a lethal disease, “well that sounds all right, if I’m going to die, choking on my own lung fluids,” I thought.

I ‘d forgotten Soderbergh’s style so was a bit wrongfooted when Matt Damon and Gwyneth Paltrow appear but then drift out of focus as she gets ill and looks like a crack whore. I even began to wonder if it really was Paltrow and Damon, as both look kind of, well, ordinary.

Anyway, there are lots of scenes of people touching things all over the world.

Some of these people then start sweating and looking ill.

Jude Law appears, sporting an odd English accent and a hat and tie:

this is, I suspect, an American’s idea of an Englishman.

Anyway, Paltrow dies like a dog.

Doctors tell Damon “she died” and he replies: “but we just had dinner” then looks at the doctors angrily, panting like a retard.

Then his kid dies. The kid is called Clark, what is it with Americans and their names.

Various vignettes of scientists in conference rooms.

Scientist exits a building, is intercepted by Jude Law, who is apparently a “blogger” whatever that is (it’s as if the writers are stuck in the late 90s).

Scientist: Get away from here, you’re not a doctor and you’re not a writer.

Jude Law: Yes I am, I’m a writer.

Scientist: Blogging is not writing. It’s graffiti with punctuation.

I suspect the writer/director were not being ironic here; that they actually think all real writers are published by mainstream firms, and if you can’t get published it’s because you’re just vermin of some kind.

The rest of the film is basically various scientists, played by famous actors, doing lab tests and trying to find a cure; the civilian aspect is mostly seen through Damon’s character as he realises that “people are only as good as the world allows them to be” (the Joker). He gets a gun. There’s a sense that the victims are actually trying to infect others, as a women tries to grab Damon and his daughter in a supermarket, screaming “help me!” – but it’s almost as if the only relief she can imagine is to share her death with others.

Meanwhile Jude Law’s character deliberately creates panic on Twitter, in order to peddle a homeopathic cure that doesn’t work. The benign governments and World Health Organisation officials and scientists work on a cure while trying to control the population; as one bureaucrat puts it, “we just need to make sure nobody knows, until everybody knows”

Of course the benign scientists and global bureaucrats find a cure at the end.

Overall, I found it an enjoyable film though the New World Order is a little rich for my palate: the heroes being Soros/Rothschild/etc-funded bureaucrats (having met some of these, I find them appallingly incompetent and ignorant, not to mention nauseatingly “progressive”), and Law’s character presumably a representative of every non-mainstream writer/creator.

I’m unsure if the film would really persuade anyone to trust the government and distrust independent researchers; but I suppose as propaganda, which it clearly is, it’s just one more little nudge in the direction desired by certain masters, certain parties.

It’s quite good as a film, however, and I enjoyed seeing Gwyneth Paltrow’s character die.