Inhuman, unnatural behaviour. Mob obedience. The destruction of Citizen Healthcare. Sovereign fiscal insolvency. Unparalleled job losses.
Is anyone
still seriously trying to tell me that all this was done with
the best intentions to save us from being wiped out by a virus that kills
0.0064% of us?
Band together
Thinking People: this is nonsense, and we all know it.
I have owned one
property or another in France for over thirty years. No event has come close to
the Coronavirus hype in its quite extraordinary ability to change Gallic
culture.
There is an
overwhelming sense of obedience being the only moral choice for
a responsible citizen – the diametric opposite of the normal French attitude,
which is to ridicule every politician, evade as much tax as possible, and break
every speed limit as a matter of course.
One feels the
change very keenly: the almost jingoistic tone of regulatory notices – ‘unifié
contre le virus’ – the tut-tutting or stony silence if one says anything
contrarian, and of course the fear in those eyes above the mask.
The habit of
kissing on greeting and stopping for a gossip has disappeared. Even when it’s
possible to show people with one chart that immunity is growing and deaths are
falling sharply, they shrug and say, “I faut rester prudent” – we must remain
on our guard.
Three months ago,
the obligatory wearing of masks in the street was being hotly debated in the
media, and largely opposed in Opeds. Today, large areas of Paris have adopted
that ridiculous obligation without a murmur….despite the now massively
quantified data proving that management drugs are highly effective at dealing
with the infected, and 85% of the population has only the tiniest chance of
dying from Covid19.
De Gaulle said,
after his long term in office, that France could not be governed in the
accepted libertarian sense of the term. In just four months, Emmanuel Macron
has shown that the emerging French generations will applaud the idea of
collaboration’s meaning being shifted from a potential insult into some kind of
patriotic duty.
There is a life-lesson
I have relearned over the last five years: that friends from
normal cirumstances are largely useless as comrades when
malign forces have made them scared. Brexit and Covid19 did that. One has to
seek out new colleagues capable, as Kipling put it, “of keeping your head when
others are losing theirs”. The ultimate loneliness of Gary Cooper in High
Noon is being played out in millions of relationships in the 21st
century West.
That alone results
in disastrous cultural change. It is hard to find a single EU State now – even
a single Anglospheric State – that isn’t socially and politically split down
the middle on nationalism, blocism, globalism, race, culture, creed,
independence….and now, even health is emerging as (despite the surface robotic
opinion-forming) yet another canyon of divide.
At its core, the
divide is about telling the truth come what may, restoring the balance of our
natural instincts in the context of society, and opposing both the mendacious
censorship and puerile propaganda of the State’s information apertures.
A staggering percentage of Western citizens still quietly
believe that, as it were, keeping quiet about injustice can somehow be in the
common good. An almost equal percentage see opposition to issues like EU
practices and Big Pharma’s malign influence on public health as evidence,
variously, of igorance, stupidity, racism and the sort of mental derangement
that leads “the gullible” to indulge in “silly conspiracy theories”.
The disbelief in censorship is, for me, the most
incomprehensible given its blatant nature.
The above block
chart illustrates the effect on my readership numbers over the last three
weeks. The daily average (it began just out of shot to the left) that had been
8,000-9,000 has slumped to 3,000. That’s about the number of signed-up Slog followers
I have. Comment levels have stayed roughly the same, but my inbox remains full
of complaints that Slog Tweets on Twitter are no longer appearing on their
timelines.
This a topline
analysis from somebody ‘out there’ of how my site’s settings have changed for
the worse during the period in question:
· Pages
indexed by Google are low
· W3C
Markup validation Issues not fixed
· Meta
Tags need to be Optimized properly according to targeted pages
· Errors
in the coding part of your website
· Robots.Txt
File not present
The Slog’s tweets
are now regularly blanked under the panel heading ‘potential sensitive
content’.
Referrals from
Google have halved.
The new site at
covidisinfectant.com was up just 36 hours before the second page-build
disappeared behind ‘403 Entry Forbidden’.
Again, there is
obvious massive libertarian damage in such corporate social media censorship;
but what one detects now is the emergence yet again of cynical smuggies who
smile and say, “Yeh, well – whaddya expect?” as if that somehow addressed the
problem.
I strongly believe that
cynicism is the new naivety.
Yesterday’s Slogpost showed how
Big Pharma has compromised the ethics of public health’s infrastructure as
well as the directions taken and conclusions reached by research
bodies developing new drugs. Not only have they infected the NHS, for example, they
are also steadily destroying this institution by (a) making a fat profit at the
expense of taxpayer budgets and (b) evoking in it an obsession with Covid19 so
obscenely out of proportion to the real nature of the threat, other vital
duties the NHS has are being neglected…..with appalling consequences for
British citizens.
I will furnish you with two ongoing examples.
My first witness
has had enough exploitation from the British 21st century State as it is
without being treated like dirt by the Health Service she has supported all her
life. For she was – along with 3.85 million other women – a victim of the SPA
‘reform’ whereby three UK administrations in a row used the limp excuse of
gender equality to delay State Pension commencement for 1950s born women.
Now she has some
serious health issues. In her own words:
“Polyp in the
sigmoid area just before exit….removed for biopsy.
Another interesting 1.5cm polyp hidden by a piece of adhesion on the outside of
the bowel….When they snipped the adhesion on the inside part of the bowel it
revealed this polyp. They went all the way round to the exit from the
small intestine into the large one and snipped out numerous samples of bowel
wall which looked like “micro polyps”. All gone for analysis….The fiasco
during the procedure was that I suddenly went hot and sweaty, then my blood
pressure dropped to an alarming level of 51/25 and they had to resuscitate me. They
have no idea why that happened….I was then sent home. Feeling very dizzy
and unwell which I put down to the effects of Fentanyl.
“I rang the surgery
next morning. Because of Covid19, this was to be a telephone appointment.
An unintelligible man of Asian origin rang at 5.30pm Friday evening completely
disinterested and told me to monitor the situation and if no better after the
weekend, to ring again. He did not have my notes, had not seen the
electronic report from the hospital the day before and did not know my
case. “What do I monitor it with then?” He was busy so if I needed
help I should ring 111.
“Saturday and
Sunday I deteriorated. As it happens I do have a BP monitor and pulse
reader. My BP was all over the place. I felt very sleepy, nauseous,
dizzy when standing up and pains in my chest. So I rang again on Monday
8am having spent much of the weekend in a befuddled daze. By day three, I
suspected this was not just the Fentanyl….a second locum doctor managed to ring
me by 4.30pm. Told him the story and how I was feeling. Said I had
been monitoring my BP and pulse and that my pulse had not gone above 38 all
day. He told me I needed an ECG and to ring 999.
“I was put into a
4-Bay Ward on my own, and was told I had to wear a mask, even though I was on
my own in bed, held down by multiple wires, sticky tabs and wires up to a
machine which talked by Bluetooth to a control centre. I coudn’t have a
fan “because of Covid”. After three days of torture in the heat, unable
to wash out my only pair of undies because “damp clothes could spread Covid”, I
discovered that I had had a heart attack in Bristol, but they had sent me
home. I was now due a heart ultrasound, and more bloods were taken and I
was to have a Heparin injection and a Cortisol stress test.
“I couldn’t stand
another night of this sweltering torture, so checked with the cardiologists
that I could go home instead of waiting until morning with only a breakfast of
porridge or white elastic bread and synthetic jam to look forward to. I ordered
a taxi and slipped into the wet night, to go home, where I delighted in a warm
bath and a cool bed. They said I needed someone with me at all times because I
live on my own – and in the next breath told me to self isolate for 7 days
because I’ve been in two hospitals in one week.
“Next day, back in
hospital again, this time in the cardiology unit as this bigeminy or trigeminy
heart rate caused me to collapse at home last night. Same paramedic who
came on Monday night and same strange ECG readings. I must be one of the few
unlucky individuals to go in for a tube up my bum and come out with a heart
attack and a dodgy ticker.”
As for the tube up
her bum, my witness still has no results from the biopsy, and no idea what all
the other symptoms mean. What’s
clear from this epic saga of cavalier observation without either diagnosis or
prognosis, however, is that Covid target obsessions and regulations are
massively in the way of curing an older lady with several disturbing pathogens. And
that is a disgrace of unspeakable obscenity.
And so to my second
witness. This is a chap I’ve known for many years: stoical, upstanding,
successful in his own field and now – like all of us – beginning to suffer from
failing powers. This is his personal testimony:
“I fell and broke
my right hip in mid-June. Since then I’ve spent a week in hospital, nearly
three in a care home and have been home since July 9th.
“My progress
getting to walk normally again has been – to say the least – a bit of a struggle.
“Last November I
was operated on for liver cancer .Since that time I complained about a
painful right hip which got worse and worse until that evening 15 June
when I fell and it broke. The surgeon saw me after the
operation for a few minutes and said he thought the hip had failed due
to bone cancer and that he was sending bits and his findings to
the oncology dept. That was 16th June.
“I should mention
that until I started phoning my surgery last week, I had heard absolutely
nothing from anyone in the “wonderful” NHS….Zilch. Surgery,
hospital, specialists, none have spoken nor written. Yesterday I
phoned again, and was called back by yet another doctor (sounds
familiar?).There seems to be no doubt that the initial liver cancer has spawned
another (or others?) and that radiology is the next thing. How long
it will be before the shambles of a health service (cowering behind Covid19)
that many pretend is any good, will it be before I am seen again –
goodness knows.
“Sleeping is
restricted to one side away from the now replaced hip. Moving around
without some sort of support is not possible and I am not feeling any
progress at all in that department (hence my calls to doctors).”
A week later, he
adds:
“Tomorrow, after
weeks of inactivity by our “world class NHS” and quite some pushing by this
patient, I will be having complete body C T scan. Very immobile. Feel a wreck.
More news when I have any.”
Now this is a bloke
who has lost mobility, been assured that his cancer had gone, complained about
hip pain – and then pestered a ridiculous amount of time before being told he
had cancer in his hip as well. I have no news as yet (four days later). Covid19 is, in this case history
too, clearly causing both chaos and potentially mortal delays.
Meanwhile, Governments around the world – including the
UK – face a wave of lawsuits from foreign companies who complain that their
profits have been hit by the pandemic.
Bless. Do they
include Sanofi, GSK, Astrazeneka and their fellow travellers, we ask ourselves?
If rich globalist
companies wish to sue nation States rendered both fiscally and morally bankrupt
by the pernicious actions of pharmaceutical giants and their infinite hordes of
medical whores, might I make a small suggestion? Would it not be a good idea for those same nation States
and hacked off globalists to join forces and sue the collective arses off
Megadrug Combines?
After all, why sue the pauperised Sovereigns* when the
prosperous sociopaths are there for the taking of rich pickings? Don’t chase
the ambulance to the publicly-funded hospice, guys – follow the sedan chairs to
places like Imperial Private Healthcare.
Never heard of IPH? Let me enlighten you: Imperial Private Healthcare is part
of Imperial College Healthcare NHS Trust, one of the
largest teaching hospital groups in the UK.
You know….the one where Leftwinger Neil Ferguson works.
You really could not make this shit up.
*I use the term
pauperised Sovereigns there without any sense of hyperbole. Here’s an extract
from a new Ambrose Evans-Pritchard piece – in my view, AEP is still the most
erudite media fiscal economist in Europe:
‘The accumulated
loss in GDP has been 22% from peak to trough for the UK’
He’s right. From
April and June alone, UK GDP collapsed by 20.4% – the worst three-month
fall ever recorded according to the Office for National Statistics
(ONS), as almost every industry was crushed by the
response to the pandemic.
There is no way a
post-EU economy like ours could ever afford to chuck away a fifth of our net
trading volume during what is (if you strip out the bonkers QE element) a
global slump likely to exceed that of 1929.
That’s simple maths
of the kind I have been promoting since
this farcical Contrick19 hoodwink got under way.
If this post doesn’t convince you of a destructive,
anti-social, illiberal and amoral global game in play, then I’m at a loss to
know what will.
A massive banking, bourse, currency and corporatocracy
reset is imminent.
You have been warned.