WHO Deletes Naturally Acquired Immunity from Its Website
December 25th, 2020Via: AIER:
What this note at the World Health Organization has done is deleted what amounts to the entire million-year history of humankind in its delicate dance with pathogens. You could only gather from this that all of us are nothing but blank and unimprovable slates on which the pharmaceutical industry writes its signature.
In effect, this change at WHO ignores and even wipes out 100 years of medical advances in virology, immunology, and epidemiology. It is thoroughly unscientific – shilling for the vaccine industry in exactly the way the conspiracy theorists say that WHO has been doing since the beginning of this pandemic.
Uniquely Qualified…?
Once hung my hat on an argument — WAY back in a high school debate class in ’83 — that when dystopian society came to full fruit in the “first world” it would actually be a more effective and less obvious hybrid of the various social models described by Zamyatin, Blair, Huxley, et al.
Sadly, much like the rest of my precocious ideas about the nature of society and humanity of the time nearly forty years ago, they keep turning out to be accurate. I’ve never wanted to be wrong MORE than I am today, and WE have collectively never been in a position to do less about what’s unfolding rapidly before our eyes — much less gradually than I honestly expected.
Started life as a “gifted” child, inside and outside of mainstream curriculum environs, due to a steady string of 99’s during all the various standardized testing, with spatial relationships, language and linguistics as strengths.
From the get-go, something always felt “off” about the orthodox versions of history and the humanities I was ingesting. Once I’d punched holes in the officially sanctioned accounts offered in my 7th grade social studies text a few times (each begrudgingly acknowledged by Mr. Gordon — outside of class) a hazy outline inferring the actual nature of our world began to form.
Growing up in a small, entrepreneurial engineering household during the rise of the computer in the 70’s, the loose religious component in our family life hit the sidelines soon after I began arguing about free will with the youth pastor — and he discovered that I was only attending the summer retreats to hang out with girls.
Also arrived with a powerful urge to help the underdog as original equipment, despite a “laissez faire” attitude toward life and living developing thanks to parents possessing little to no internal prejudice. This combination of inputs led to meeting many quality friends from the “wrong side of the tracks” over the years, for which I remain eternally grateful.
Found just enough trouble along the way see the inside of the criminal justice system early, the fly-by offering both an un-romanticized glimpse inside the systems of justice and law enforcement AND the lesson that personal freedom was not something to be taken lightly.
By the time university was an option, early common sense suggested that butting heads with the orthodoxies of academia would likely be even more unpleasant than it was in HS, so I took the easy way out and joined the Marines.
While this not being a long-term “career” choice was clear going in, it did get me out into the world and help me observe institutional power and collective conditioning up close d in a whole new light — from the inside out. There are rules to be followed — until there aren’t.
Moving into the technology sector, I leveraged my early life skills (elec. theory, soldering, artistic skills, 99’s, etc.) for a few years of concentrated earning, before flipping to the editorial world to write about tech, eventually accepting an “offer I couldn’t refuse” from the corporate world to join the “dark side” (marketing & PR).
Invested several years, wielding a substantial subset of the propagandist’s toolbox, before the tank I’d been shunting the frequent complaints of my conscience into for nearly a decade to keep the checks rolling in finally began to overflow. In 2002, I leveraged my situation — bolting for the security of a rural redoubt where the wife’s family has kept a garden for centuries.
This flight path to the present provided a strangely practical preparation to comment on the nature of institutions, power, the vagaries of order, the value of service, as well as the hubris of wealth and the historical relationships between master and servant.
In many ways, I was born to serve technocratic role, to become a handmaiden of power. Lord knows the “system” gave me plenty of opportunities. Truth is, keeping the little “elitist” in the back of my mind at arm’s length all these years has not been always been easy, along with choosing NOT a one-way ticket for the primrose path when offered.
In the present, what little collective faith I ever did have in humanity writ large has largely flown the coop, never to return. Not out of cynicism or for any misanthropic reasons, but simply because after forty years astride the planet — and wading through professional situations with much to teach about our world, a few basic facts have become readily obvious to this kid :
1) Faith is best invested in individuals who have earned it, not institutions (of any stripe).
The misuse of faith is a subject FAR larger than this essay, so suffice it to say that the mechanics of the process — via media, authority, etc. — are often revelatory.
2) The vast majority of the world’s population can’t be chuffed to understand (or therefore admit) that the world we live in is not as it seems at the surface.
This state of affairs has everything to do with indoctrination (and repetition) of every flavor, from the old-school ways of tribalism to the new-school media mindf**k.
3) History is NOT linear and “gradualism” is not a good thing.
Make of this what you will, but it appears that we’re currently moving BACKWARDS historically speaking. Do yourself a favor and talk to anyone you know who experienced life in the Soviet bloc (or similar) firsthand. I know quite a few here in Europe, and they ALL recognize what’s happening to our world at the moment.
4) This time, it probably IS different.
Unfortunately, based on my technical background and training in the military (ENTNAC/TS), I’m also hip to the sheer scale and capabilities of the physical Panopticon our gracious financial overlords have been building up around us these last few decades. No theories required.
CONCLUSION : Trying to explain the arch-generalist ideas underpinning the nature of our world, the fallacy of the L/R paradigm, or help motivated individuals transcend the prefab cognitive frames installed in their heads since birth, is mostly a fool’s errand. Battling the pervasive nature of systemic control and the voices of the technocrats who facilitate for the ownership CLASS is a fool’s errand at best.
Truth be told, based on the “gradualist” nature of the Fabians and their progeny in the present, I’ve been quietly hoping I’d shuffle the coil before history went all recursive again and society slid backwards into the global digital feudalism now being unveiled with plenty of fanfare.
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@Miraculix. Hang around awhile. Things are just getting interesting 🙂
Dylan Thomas:
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
This famous verse from Dylan Thomas is a fine choice, Dennis. I’m not planning on leaving anytime soon. Just a little sad that my adopted life strategy of “silence, exile & cunning” didn’t see me to the end of my run, whenever that might be.
The quote that’s been rattling around my cranium quite a lot dovetails nicely : “May you live in interesting times”.
Personally, it’s also become *much* easier why individuals would choose to become a hermit over the last year. Came as close as I could, leaving any semblance of urban life in the dust back in 2002. We’re not exactly in the outback here in Europa, but we have put as much distance as possible between ourselves and the “Big Stupid” surely coming to more than a few cities around the world in the years ahead.
The most difficult part of the whole s**t show for this ex-pat is how it leaves me feeling about my own parents and close relations, all more-or-less caught up in the Wurlitzer’s siren song.
Thank goodness the wife and I are both on the same page, philosophically speaking, or life would be MUCH more challenging. As it stands, our place was paid off in 1751, we owe nothing to anyone and our expenses are minimal.
We have the luxury to hunker down and wait it out, unlike many millions of other “First Worlders” who’ll be on the streets — or squatting in one of the zillions of empty bank-held properties.
If the overlord’s own literature from the years prior to 2020 is to be believed (it’s been playing out like a train schedule thus far), 2021 will provide the cowed masses the polar opposite of relief.
BTW : the other recognizable aphorism ricocheting around the brain recently is “no one gets out alive”, rendered all the more ironic for who Jim Morrison’s pop actually was, historically speaking.