Welcome to Let’s Pretend. Let’s pretend
everything is OK and Nice and Polite are going to win the day, and no one is
going to have to give up his position in life or his security. The missiles
fired into the heart of the economy will have no lasting effects. Politicians
who can’t find their asses with both hands will put things right. Fascist
governors and mayors will soon abdicate their power and never lock down their
populations again, no matter what. It was all just a bad dream. A cloud passing
over the sun for a few minutes.
There’s a reason MY contact tracing led to you, Mr. Trump.
You’re the only one left in the menagerie. You’re the only
political animal who could offer a shred of a sliver of a slim ray of hope. To
push back the invaders.
Several times you’ve said, “It’s no good if the cure is worse than
the disease.” Surely you understand by now, the cure IS the disease. The H-bomb
that went off in the middle of the economy was and is the whole point of the
invasion, which has been taking place under your nose.
With your assistance. As a result of your failed marriage to Tony
Fauci.
Let’s put aside the gloss, Mr. Trump. You understand the real
effects of the lockdowns. The effects the networks refuse to lead with, on the
evening news.
There is the symbolic economy, represented by the careening up and
down stock market. Then there is the real thing—the businesses and lives
destroyed.
Nixon and Kissinger. Bush and Cheney. Bill and Hillary. They don’t
hold a candle to you and Fauci.
You allowed Fauci to become head of the coronavirus task force,
and to remain in that position, spreading vast clouds of overblown lies about
the “pandemic” and the fascist measures needed to stem it.
That’s a crime you’ll have to live with.
But you can do something about it. The governors won’t. The mayors
won’t. Believe me, I’ve looked high and low to find someone other than you, to
whom I could send these dispatches. Some noble figure in the American landscape
with power, who could turn the tide in the economic war against the people. I
don’t see one. You’re the default choice.
You sat in the Oval, when Fauci slithered up to you with the
absurd computer projections Neil Ferguson authored, and that psychopathic
freak, Bill Gates, bankrolled. You accepted the numbers of deaths Ferguson
predicted. Two million in the US. You never had your people investigate Ferguson.
In an hour, they would have discovered he had a long track record of abysmal
failures. Failure is his whole story. Yet, you took those numbers and allowed
Fauci to run with them. Leading the nation into a crushing economic dead-end.
So you see, you’re actually part of the war against the people. If
you’re going to be a General now, you’ll have to admit that. You’ll have to
fire Fauci and stand up straight and reclaim your own soul.
If hundreds of thousands or millions of Chinese soldiers were
encamped in cities and towns across USA right now, smashing the American
engines of production, don’t you think you’d be justified in sending in the
troops? To liberate the people? Would anyone is his right mind cite Posse
Comitatus to try to stop you?
Well, the US governors and mayors and public health officials are
our enemies, and their lockdowns were and are the war. So send in the Army and
liberate those towns and cities. Forcibly. Open the American economy all the
way. Permanently. Tell your opponents, THE CURE IS WORSE THAN THE DISEASE. Tell
them 50 million Americans out of work is intolerable.
You’re supposed to be the riverboat gambler. So shove in all your
chips on this one, Mr. Trump. Crack the media delusion that all is well in
America, if we just “stick together,” which means bowing down to the masks and
the distancing and the dehumanizing and the isolating and the tracing and the
testing and the vaccinating and the shredding of the economy.
As you know, COVID is one supermax lie. Nothing worse than a flu
season is happening in the world.
Of course, I’m out of my mind. I must be. Who could imagine
sending in the Army to liberate the people, so they could live free?
Preposterous.
Better to huddle in fear. And wait. For the keeper of the cage to
open the door.
So we can go out for a little while.
Right, Mr. President?
Until the next time, the next wave, the next crisis—tomorrow.
Jon Rappoport
The author of three explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED, EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, and POWER OUTSIDE THE MATRIX, Jon was a
candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of
California. He maintains a consulting practice for private clients, the purpose
of which is the expansion of personal creative power. Nominated for a Pulitzer
Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing
articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin
Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon
has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and
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