COVID-19: There’s No Place Like Home

Unless your third eye has been squeegee-cleaned as per Bill Hicks’s suggestion … you will likely have been mesmerized by your Glinda-like government waving her magic wand and urging you to say “There’s no place like home … there’s no place like home … there’s no place like home ….”

And go home you did, we all did, dutiful little citizens that we are. Social distancing was born – but hadn’t that already been taking place … y’know … for years? Social Media created a chasm between us all long before a cold virus got weaponized by our shadow rulers.

There was a terrible scourge afoot and we were all in danger from the wicked witch of the East … and we needed to stay put and lose our jobs for our own good. For our own good. And a little bit for the good of the bankers too, of course – for they’re the only ones who ever truly benefit from global misery. History shows us this time and time again. And time and time again we forget how they just clowned us because we’re more interested in booze and pills than we are in history.

The bankers never lose … ever … they merely consolidate assets.

They contract the volume of currency on supply and create recessions. Then they call in their loans … and hey presto … they now own a bunch of new buildings, homes and businesses … based on loans that were created out of thin air.

That’s the business they’re in. Like Starbucks and McDonalds are in the business of real estate, not selling hot milk and fries. They never feel the pinch, for the bankers will always have pensioners to bail them out if … God forbid … they ever lose a few cents on the dollar. Occasionally the banksters will throw one of the runts to the wolves to hold up the illusion that banksters can feel the pain too – a Bear Stearns or a Northern Rock. But our rulers know best … and after all … there’s nowhere like home.

There was that niggling little feeling at the back of our minds, wasn’t there? Something wasn’t quite right about this.  A Corona virus? SARS and MERS had barely killed 1600 souls combined worldwide. And the people that were dying already had grave underlying conditions that threatened their lives anyway – facts that were buried beneath the umbrella of the deadly killer virus. Yet these poor souls were all thrown onto the back of the COVID truck as the spell continued to be cast. Nobody raised their hand to ask the question “But how many younger, healthy individuals has this virus killed?”

Nobody wants the moniker of Conspiracy Theorist after all – the psycho-label concocted by the Neo-Con think-tank, Project for the New American Century . A term constructed and employed to pave the way for American foreign policy without questions.

But we clicked our heels together three times and woke up at home in Kansas … in black and white …. twenty pounds heavier … many of us jobless now … but what else could we do with this terrible plague upon us? We have to trust the powers that be … because they know best, don’t they?  Yet it all felt so strange … so disproportionate a response. We got sick. We felt a little chesty for two weeks … but … this … was the great leveler? This was the great fear? Really?

Keep your concerns to yourself though. Wash your hands and stay at home. That’s what all the celebrities are saying. Mind you, they all have lovely big homes and bank accounts full of money, so it must be kind of fun for them. They can record songs about imagining no possessions in clever ways and make us all feel better about losing our jobs and our possessions.

But never question what is happening. Your government knows best. Do your duty. Stay at home. Wash your hands. Shut the fuck up. Don’t be one of those conspiracy theory nuts always questioning things. It’s your responsibility as a citizen to stay at home and do as you’re told. We’re all in this together …. some of us are very wealthy … but we’re all in this together.

Approaching fifty years on this Earth, it all felt very much like one gigantic social experiment to this ninja. Having received heavy social-engineering from our rulers since the dawn of radio and television … this felt very much like a test for its success. It was like an episode of The Twilight Zone, with an alien species probing our kind for information.  How much would we take? How far could they push us? How much would we bend before breaking?

As it turned out, they were probably surprised at how successful that engineering has been. We not only bent over for them … we lubed ourselves up … we grabbed both ankles firmly … and told them to keep on pushing.

Colds don’t kill … but … y’know … whatever.

There’s no place like home.

Update:

It’s been about a year since we learned about ‘the virus’ … isn’t it?

Do people shake hands anymore?

We don’t, do we? All the little NWO tick boxes are being checked: population-control; blind obedience to the state; commands not backed by legislature; restriction of movement; restriction of speech; Population cull – only elderly and infirmed affected, non-lethal to working [tax-paying] populace.

It took them a year to re-program us.

Truth be known … it was a lot sooner.

The human race, hog-tied in under a year. Impressive, no?