A Modest Proposal

Dear fellow humans, we’ve got ourselves in a right old mess over these last two years. We have allowed our governments to control our lives into the tiniest details, even when they were punishing our meekness with devastating sadism. Some couldn’t even hide their triumphant smiles. Having grown stale after two months, the covid scare has only been kept alive thanks to our weasel behaviour in the face of an extraordinarily coincidental adventure in which reality always seemed one step behind authorities’ reaction to the same. It was a kind of Alice in Wonderland affair, with people locked to their looking glasses telling them how dangerous life was becoming.

 

And then you all took the elixir. They told you it was an experiment and that you wouldn’t have any form of reclamation in case of damages, so why participate? Why lend your body to genetic intervention? I was not raised in any recognisable religion or denomination (a bit of everything and a load of disbelief) but I feel a strong reprehension to having my genetic make-up fiddled with under the scornful eyes of my maker, whether God or Mother Nature. I wouldn’t want to lose my soul, if that is possible, nor my mind or my heart or any other organ. I just wouldn’t do it under any circumstance, kill me first. If my existence on Earth is no longer appreciated, then why don’t you get it over with. But don’t expect me to help you. You will have to outsmart me. I despise you too.

 

Dear fellow humans, you have been poisoned. There was no reason to protect you against a disease which had become mostly controllable for the vast majority. The absurd measures, beginning with disrupting the GP-patient relation, followed by locking people up and refusing to treat them, never did anything to relieve the burden of those who were in the fire line and who had mostly stopped paying taxes, a cardinal sin in neoliberalist society. Think of that. By creating a bogus scare, hospitals were nudged towards the wrong approach, thinking they were dealing with the bubonic plague and killing thousands of elderly people in the process before they understood what was actually going on and began to get a grip on the situation. That’s when this whole epidemic was over, in May 2020, yet nobody was interested in this fact. Nevertheless, the numbers are to this day available on official EU pages. This screenshot was taken from euromomo.eu.

 

 

So, here we are. Covid has mutated into omicron and everybody gets it while very few people take it hard. The virus is harmless and has become part of our constitution. As it goes with viruses, the story has come to its natural conclusion. As always, nature bats last. That is, if this whole virus story isn’t simply made up and people were poisoned in different ways. That’s the stuff of speculation. It doesn’t hurt to follow the viral narrative here. Covid imploded right after it started, as it was obviously staged and the few wouldn’t release anything honestly dangerous so as not to risk their own high net worth lives. Yet, few were able to see this. Finally, a shift is noticeable. In the face of growing civil impatience, countries are loosening restrictions and turning their concerns to the possibility of war, that old and time tested fearmonger. Yet for two whole years our governments have managed to forestall inevitable herd immunity, forcing us to wear masks, close down our businesses and worst of all, be maniacal monsters to our poor little children, stealing their lust for life and their sense of being. My question is: fellow humans, are you willing to learn the right lessons from this biblical tragedy? Are you ready to fundamentally change your ways or are you already mesmerised by the looming threat of nuclear war?

 

We have come very close to extinction this time and we aren’t safe by a long shot, especially the majority of you who have already had three kill shots and are starting to feel a bit feeble, yet there seems to emerge a workable collective of resilient individuals who are ready to confront the power elites who dreamt up this fanciful idea of culling western consumers for the benefit of their own, endless futures. At the same time, the elites are showing to be surprisingly insecure of themselves. Think of it this way: three investment funds rule the world with their money, which is basically the money of millions of medium and small-time investors and which gives these savers – what in their heart they still are – a shared responsibility for the tyranny that is presently coming into being. And clearly, not everybody deals with this realisation in a similar heartless way as the lizards at the top. Many of the well-off love their land and town equally as poor folk, not imagining having to say goodbye to either.

 

Dear fellow humans, the time has come to put our daily struggles aside for a while and, in the words of our great adversary Klaus S., imagine the world we want for ourselves. I believe the time has come to rethink our relationship with authority. For as long as I can think back and for at least two thousand years, we have been subjected to the whims of church and landlords and later money, government and other distant manipulators. We believed them to be superior to us at first and then we believed they represented us and had our best interests in mind. Either way we have been betrayed by those who threw themselves to the fore and shouted: look at me, I’m wonderful, I’ll be your king, your priest, your banker, your minister, your manager, all you must do is trust my kindness.

 

These people are psychopaths. That’s how are system works, we select for the smartest and the cruellest, with neoliberalism especially fruitful for the latter. We cannot trust these people. They are the worst of our kind. They show it in their willingness to save their world by getting rid of what they perceive as useless eaters. The best you may hope for under their plans is to do at all times as you are told by means of direct brain impulses, the technology for which is being injected into you jab by jab. Of course, you may choose to play it safe by not seeking your limits. This is how electric fencing works. But don’t worry, your soul will be taken care of through genetic manipulation. You will leave your body, if you not simply dissolve, rendering your experience down here instantly worthless and your body a walking corpse. This is heavy stuff. Check on what serious physicians have to say about it. You may want to start here.

 

At the same time, ever since the real bubonic plague, we have managed to create a workable society that offered a growing number of people comfortable jobs, exploding in the twentieth century to the levels of non-primary employment we still see today. We seemed to have learnt to live without too much overt authoritarianism in our everyday lives and we believed in growing awareness. Early 21^st century brought shock and awe and a relapse in fortitude. The scandalous financial crisis was subserviently assumed and covid follows a similar vain. Many believe in obedience more than their own observations. It must be clear now to everybody that we can’t go back to our old ways. CO₂ is fear porn, but pollution is real and so-called green energy solutions are only making matters worse as well as being incapable of providing for 8 billion people. We will have to scale down and localise. One planet, a thousand oases, one people, a thousand tribes. Let’s reoccupy our lands and build back our relationship with nature. It will be hard, but we can do it. We surely will have some comforts left. The Internet has proven to be a powerful tool in the hands of well-meaning, caring and sharing humans all over the world. Let’s give Africa the chance to be herself. But first, we must get rid of those at the top. They are few and we are many and they live in constant fear of our uprising, which we never do since we believe in their right to rule us. We don’t have to kill them, all we have to do is go for their positions and possessions. New centuries tend to get going only a decade or two in. If the 19^th century began after Napoleon and the 20^th after 1918, the 21^st may very well start for real in 2022. So please, stop complying. Just stop. Everybody is ready for it.

 

 

Locked up in fright

Life wasn’t quite as merry as it used to be in the Empire. The golden years of prosperity and fun seemed to have come to an end. While most people still had enough to eat and a roof over their head, persistent rumours were going round that soon the party may be over for many and bitter times were lurking. This instilled in the people a sense of insecurity and they automatically clung on to what they had, savings and stuff, rather than looking for new opportunities as a means of regenerating their society, the approach which had brought them so much wealth in the first place.

 

And then, one day, seemingly out of the blue, a face appeared on screens all over the world, a face that wouldn’t easily go away again. It belonged to Dr Toni, who in his younger years had been a locally famous fearmonger, and who with his nasal voice and closely set eyes managed to bring viewers worldwide in a state of trance where they believed, as the good doctor had told them, that there were plenty reasons to be fearful. In fact, no serious consideration could take away the logical acceptance of fear as the only possible answer, since every aspect of life carried the potential of entering in a major crisis. At least, that’s what the screens told, that everything could basically go wrong so there was always ground for fear. Life’s scary, you know. Especially, when your civilization is taken away from you.

 

Fear is democratic in that it offers everybody the chance to be afraid and indeed many, mesmerized as they were by Dr Toni’s stare and his poorly veiled Brooklyn accent, embraced fright wholeheartedly. Unsatisfied with life as it had been lately, people found in fear a new belonging. Scared together, right now, over me. It was tiresome, being scared all the time, it also led to more alcohol and drugs consumption, yet at the same time it was the only thing to be. The faint at heart were proud of their condition. Fright makes right, a wordsmith had forged.

 

As so often, children suffered from the madness that had grabbed the adult world. They were forced to stay at home most of the time out of fear something might happen, and they were only allowed to know a handful of people. At school they were kept away from each other and encouraged to log in from home. Many children were very unhappy at first, but they are children and they do what they have to do, which is play with life as it comes. To a child even fear can be fun. So, for a while, the children survived emotionally. Their parents were not always so lucky. Many had a hard time keeping the faith and often felt that being scared was not so different from that good old feeling guilty: both sucked.

 

After a good half year of heavy panicking which some elderly people just couldn’t bear, meaning they died from stress, while younger fainters sometimes felt they had entered a bad lsd trip, Dr Toni, once again on every screen, came with the solution: an injection, to calm the fears. And indeed, the mere thought that a fright easer was on its way already cooled anxieties and distinctly lowered flight hormone levels. Once the injections were starting to be given, a jolly insouciance grabbed the population. Let’s all get back to normal, a popular slogan went. Yet, this wasn’t in the planning.

 

The cooldown wouldn’t last long. Dr Toni was at it again. There were new fears on the way, he warned, and new injections, too. Some people were not ready to sink back into fright, so they resisted the common scare and continued enjoying life. Yet, many more still followed Dr Toni’s voice. Yes, there were new reasons, there were always new reasons, in theory. There’s certainly reason to fear theory. And so it happened all over again, the scare, the injection, relaxation and a new scare, as if there were no end. At every round more people stepped off the carrousel, yet Dr Toni stayed the course with his fear trip and a sizable portion of the electorate was still following his dictates, taking the scare and loving it.

 

And then, with Christmas approaching, things turned ugly rather quickly. Many of the friends that had jointly taken jabs that year suddenly suffered blood and heart problems. Still, most did not, but numbers were going up fast. People asked: what’s going on, but nobody knew what were happening. Maybe it’s climate change, somebody said, and the next day everybody said it’s climate change and two weeks later nobody mentioned such a silly notion anymore. Meanwhile, the heart patients themselves were queuing for life-saving help. Hospitals were busy injecting non-functioning fear relief potions. Cancers were also in recurrence. People were dying when they shouldn’t be, and things were getting into large number territory. Now there was something to fear, rather than fear itself. What was going on in our bodies? Had the injections anything to do with it? And where was Dr Toni? Dr Toni was rumoured to have taken his Brooklyn tongue to warmer climes, where he was allegedly trying very hard not to appear on screens any longer.

 

With Dr Toni gone, had also the injections come to an end? People weren’t quite sure whether they should fear such a situation or not. Freedom, from anything, from drugs, rules, other people, it must be a noble achievement for sure, but it was simply too dangerous to be seriously considered. It was hard not to be alert all the time with so much going on, according to the media at least. Inevitably, fear won out again, yet, while the jab frightened people more than anything by now, they also knew only the next jab could give them temporary relief from their scares. Whatever the injections contained and however dangerous they were – nobody was supposed to know or even question – they also provided the short-lived and intense relaxation every next shot delivered. Taking the jab had become like smoking. You know it’s going to kill you but not necessarily immediately. You also know the only problem with this comparison is that a single jab is worth ten years of heavy inhaling.

 

Unfortunately, this is where we’re at for the moment. While it is easy enough to shed the fear, since it has no base in reality, most people still won’t do so. This has driven the growing numbers of fearless humans to despair. Why is Earth ruled by the meek? they wonder. The meek are mostly unbearable with their soft complaints and lack of initiative, quite like the woke who are their children. While we are changing the year, this is perhaps the right moment to share the plight of the lonely unjabbed who get to swallow and neutralise all the bad shit the jabbed are spreading around town and who then realise that they are much like Jesus Saviour, loading the suffering these misguided people were causing onto their bare shoulders. Inevitably, they were going to suffer beyond their dues. One unjabbed said in a zoom call, you may as well torture me to death, as this is what you seem to desire, a true expression of your anger, and I can no longer sustain your nonsense. Hers was a story which yearned for a hero to save her from crucifixion. But the hero won’t come, of course, ‘cause people are busy complying.