There are many good reasons to be very skeptical about practically everything we are being told about the WuFlu (don’t dignify this bug by using the term we are being told to use – “COVID-19”- which sounds so much more impressive and scientific. . . so novel . . . but is political and being purveyed to us by the Fear Organ in just the same way that, for those who remember, the attacks upon the World Trade Center suddenly – almost as if a light switch had been flipped – became “911” as the Fear Organ sang that tune in unanimity and endlessly until everyone sang the same tune . . . in order to make it hard to sing a different one).
Well, here is another reason to be very skeptical about the cases! the cases! – which the Fear Organ won’t stop telling us about.
Always without context – without telling people that most of the “cases” aren’t dying – for the ought-to-be-obvious purpose of terrifying people that they are going to die . . . unless they Diaper. Unless they demand everyone Diaper. Unless – soon – everyone Needle.
It ought to be obvious by now.
It’s not because of deliberate deception.
I will now tell you about an aspect of it that I became aware of through a friend who holds a position of seniority within the hierarchy of a major medical apparat. I cannot name this person for reasons that also ought to be obvious as this person would be subject to immediate retribution that could extend beyond loss of job. Besides which, it is good to have a Deep Throat within the bowels of the Sickness apparat.
This person told me the following:
When a person goes to their doctor – or the hospital – for A (a condition or problem that has nothing to do with the WuFlu) they may leave with a very large bill for the services rendered. Unless those services are coded as B (WuFlu or WuFlu-related) and then they get a substantial financial break because the government compensates the providers of those services if they are “coded” as WuFlu services.
But he is also helping to pour gas on the WuFlu fire because the coding uplifts the cases! the cases! and this helps maintain the impression that there is an ongoing crisis – one sufficient to justify forcing every American to play Sickness Kabuki in order to be allowed to work or shop or do practically anything.
Even kids are being Kabuki’d – which is perhaps the most despicable aspect of the whole thing since kids are essentially immune from death by WuFlu, as the Orange Man correctly stated the other day. For which he was excoriated by the Fear Organ, precisely because what he said runs counter to the necessary maintenance in perpetuity of all this fear.
Kids are being terrorized in the name of a sickness that poses no more threat to them than a bad fall down the stairs on the way to the cafeteria, if that. Their childhoods are being ruined along with their peace of mind, which may never recover.
This ought to get parents – and any adult with a sense of humanity – angry. Instead, they get angry at people who raise questions about the cases! the cases! by asking about context. Who dare to point out that a “case” does not mean automatic or even probable death. Especially for kids.
Does not even mean symptoms for 80-ish percent of the “cases” and nothing worse than that for 99-plus percent of them outside of old-age homes, where old people tend to die . . . from complications of old age.
Many of them within the first year of being admitted. Not because of WuFlu. Because they aren’t immortal.
My friend within the apparat pointed out the vicious financial incentives pushing the cases! the cases! ever higher. Hospitals and the doctors who work there are paid to report the cases! the cases! – as many of them as possible because each one triggers a payday – and that fact alone ought to cast into disrepute everything the Fear Organ has been playing.
Why wasn’t the country locked down in 1968, every American pressured to wear a Face Diaper? There was a bad flu in the air that year – the Hong Kong Flu. But there were journalist in those days, not Fear Organ grinders – and they reported the facts and the context.
Flu can kill – then and now. But it doesn’t kill everyone or even most everyone and so everyone doesn’t need to take the same precautions; nor does it justify universal impositions – for the same reason that it would be silly and even vicious (because humiliating) to enforce a “mandate” that everyone who goes near a pool must wear a life preserver at all times – including people who can swim.
Today, the not-sick are forced to wear a Face Diaper. It amounts to the same humiliation.
And training. In the S&M sense.
If, back in ’68, hospitals got a check from the government for every “case” they reported, there would probably have been many more “cases.” And there would have been much more hysteria, if the journalists of that era opened every news broadcast – and ended it – with a hyperventilating counting of these “cases.”
But there were journalists then.
The National Enquirer and Weekly World News were not The New York Times and Washington Post. Today, the latter are the former – with the difference being that they are considered credible – which is an incredible thing.
It is so because of the lock they have on the public mind, which they have because corporations own journalism. There is no journalism unless you look for alternatives to what it has become – and most don’t.
They listen, instead, to the Fear Organ’s sick song.
And live in fear of a virulent nothing so terrifying that they are willing to surrender anything if only it will go away.
Which, of course, it never will.
The fear being the whole point of the thing.
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