by Jon Rappoport
February 11, 2021
(To join our email list, click here.)
Hello, this is 911, Tampa police.
O the horror!
What?
This is CNN Karen. I’m a reporter covering the Super Bowl. I’m near the stadium and people are sitting in cafes without masks! The horror!
Not wearing masks?
Dozens of them. Hundreds. I’m filming them, so you can hunt them down.
Are you wearing a mask, Karen?
I’m wearing two! To protect myself.
Try three.
What?
If two are better than one, three are better than two.
Is that a wisecrack? Because if it is, my network has connections all the way into the White House.
You mean Joe Biden will come down here and personally arrest me?
There are people standing in the street with drinks in their hands, and they aren’t wearing masks!
Are you aware the governor has issued an order against fining people for mask-less-ness?
No.
It’s true. You should do a little background research for your report. I understand it helps.
Who the hell is this?
I’m not permitted to give out my name, Karen. Rest assured, I’m a member of the Tampa police.
Did you vote for Trump?
I voted for the man in the moon, on a write-in ballot. I’m a registered independent. Let me ask you, Karen, are you in any physical danger at the moment?
No one has approached me yet, but it could happen.
Why do you say that?
Because I’m a reporter.
We don’t automatically hate reporters in Florida. The state, in fact, has a number of newspapers. To say nothing of television channels. I believe CNN broadcasts to Floridians.
I’m going to skewer you.
I’m trembling, Karen.
We’re in the middle of a pandemic!
And you’re doing your duty as a snitch. Let me ask you another question, Karen. Do you have a family?
I don’t identify in that way.
Excuse me? We’re having a GENDER conversation now? How DO you identify, Karen?
None of your business!
Let’s see…I have your bio page on my screen. You’re 36, you live in Greenwich, Connecticut. Married, two children. Your husband is an investment banker. He’s probably looking for good deals for his clients. You know, distressed properties. Businesses that have been destroyed by the lockdowns. I’m sure he’s doing quite well.
How dare you!
I just like to know who I’m dealing with. Wait. Here’s a photo of you at a restaurant with friends. What do you know, you’re not wearing a mask.
That was just the one time! I had a cold. I was having trouble breathing.
All those people you’re telling me about right now? In the cafes, in the streets, without masks? I’m sure they’ve been having trouble breathing…and working, too, and earning a living, because their businesses have been destroyed. They’re trying to have a little fun.
I’m going to report you to your superiors.
That’s it? Come on. Include me in your story. I want to be heard in my own words. I’ll send you a recording of this call.
I need police assistance!
Well, I’m looking further…yes, I thought I remembered you. You did several stories on defunding the police. It was pretty clear you were on the side of the people who demanded defunding. But now you want my help. I find that odd, to say the least.
There are extraordinary moments when we all need the police.
You’re saying that now, when you’re afraid, but when you’re with your friends and colleagues, you want to put us out of business. You’d like to see me out on the street without a job. You don’t care that some poor bastard is having his home invaded or his store burned down and he can’t get help.
Look, I’m just trying to say people are out here right now spreading the virus. That’s all.
No, that’s not all. Have you checked the official number of flu cases, Karen? Has it ever occurred to you that people with ordinary flu are being re-labeled COVID-19? Of course not. Why would it occur to you?
Did I really reach 911? Is it possible my phone is being hijacked, and this call was rerouted to someone who works for Tucker Carlson?
Bingo. You caught me, Karen. Tucker has a vast network of spies, more than 500,000 people. We’re everywhere, and we’re all connected. We roam the landscape and expose people like you. I’m actually in a suite at the Four Seasons. Three grand a night, and Tucker is personally paying for it. He owns oil wells in Saudi Arabia.
I’m starting to sniffle. I feel feverish. I think I just caught the virus.
I don’t doubt it. You see, we have special weapons that shoot the virus, and we pinpoint our enemies. It’s all commanded remotely, from our headquarters in Moonshine, Tennessee. We’re the bitter clingers, with our guns and religion. We never went to school, but we have a native craftiness. We built these virus-shooting weapons from simple tubing and gunpowder.
Get an ambulance over here. I feel faint.
It must be the MUTANT STRAIN. It originally comes from Mars. Did you know that, Karen? CNN has access to Fauci. Get him on camera and grill him. He’ll admit it. You see, Karen, there are basically two groups of people in America. There are YOUR PEOPLE, and then there are OURS, and all of us are QAnon. That’s right. Those three huge Trump rallies in Washington DC? ALL of us—the three million people—are sworn members of the official Q Group. ALL three million of us planned the Capitol break-in. The brainstorming took place in the Arizona desert months and months ago. We were ALL there for a week. We lived on canned Spam, cactus juice, and hope. That goofy schmuck wearing fur with the Viking helmet and horns? He’s our leader. He’s actually a genius. He works with Tucker. Out there in the desert, we all took a vote and decided to break into the Capitol and kidnap Nancy Pelosi and take her to the backroom of a deli in Brooklyn. We’d exchange her for a new law declaring that Trump would be appointed Commander General of the United States for Life. That was the operation. We bribed the Capitol Police with six hundred cans of Spam, so they would let us in. But at the last minute, Trump backed down. In his speech, he was supposed to say, SPAM FAKE NEWS DRAIN SWAMP ATTACK NOW OVERTHROW CREEPY JOE, but he never gave the signal. So the whole op collapsed. I’m giving you the inside scoop, Karen. Report it. CNN’s ratings will go through the roof.
I think I’m passing out.
Courage, Karen. You’re a JOURNALIST. Don’t fade. You’ve got the story of the century. You’ll be an instant star.
A star?…You swear you’re telling me the truth about all this?
Scout’s honor. It’s pure gold.
I can say “a source inside the Tampa Police confirmed…”?
Yes. That’s the ticket. Hit it hard. Our nation turns its lonely eyes to you, Karen. Report THE NEWS.
I think I feel a little better.
Of course you do. You’ve got a sacred mission now.
…Is it really GO time?
Launch, baby, launch…
“Hello…HELLOHELLOHELLO, red alert, this is CNN Karen, live, and I’m standing on the streets of Tampa, Florida, where people who are part of a vast conspiracy to overthrow the government of the United States are partying like there’s no tomorrow. Buckle up. An unimpeachable law-enforcement source has just handed me the bottom line on a story that will shake the foundations of this nation. I’m going to remove my masks because I want to make sure you receive my message with unmistakable clarity. Three million sworn blood-oath QAnon members almost killed America, and here’s how it happened. It all started on a cloudless day in the Arizona desert. A day of Spam, cactus juice, and hope…”
(To read about Jon’s mega-collection, The Matrix Revealed, click here.)
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 creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free NoMoreFakeNews emails here or his free OutsideTheRealityMachine emails here.
I regret that I have but one mask to remove for my country.
This is GREAT!!!!! Love it!
Fabulous Jon.
BRAVO!
Hahaha…A great parody of schnook world.
Way to fight the stereotype, b!t*h.
Tom Brady is my president.
I’d lol if there wasn’t so much truth as to the lack of operational integrity of all the corporate propaganda repeating stations.
“corporate propaganda repeating stations”
Good one.
Great way to start my day, Jon
LMAO!!
(not that you actually read these posts)…,
Thanks for this – it was amazing! I laughed out loud twice!
Oh the horror!
Good article, Jon. Wish it was satire, but unfortunately it’s true. Linked an article on this on Monday. Now we have CNN telling us what to do or they will report us as well. Linking your commentary today as usual @https://nothingnewunderthesun2016.com/
* * * ROTF-LOL! * * *
Jon,
It seems to me you really are trying your best to be the next George Carlin! LOL!
I so love the way you think and write. You’re an incredible person Jon and I admire your work and am ever so grateful for all you do. Thank you for helping keep my head clear on the facts through this whole covid nonsense. You’re the best!!!!
Spot on
Simply brilliant.
This made me laugh. I guess it is becoming almost pointless
to show yet again, how this whole fake pandemic is
totally based on lies. How many more ways are there to
try to expose this scam?
People no longer trust their own everyday experience.
Where are casualties? No extra deaths, except from the new
vaccines.
So those deaths will be put down to covid, even though
the victim just received a vaccine, that people imagine
was to protect from covid.
So the pandemic must be getting worse.
“The first shot made be feel really bad: so it must be
working. I am keen to get the second shot; then I’ll be
safe”.
There are times when words just don’t convey nearly enough gratitude, but here goes: Jon, thank you!
A great story about Karen!! Thank you.
KAREN’S CUPCAKED PANTRY
We’d like to know a little bit about you
for our files
We’d like to help you
learn to help yourself
Look around you
all you see
are sympathetic eyes…
Laugh about it, shout about it
Our Nation turns…
Hey Hey Hey
hey hey hey
https://youtu.be/yfSny4MkS3c
S & G
Paul:
I was thinking along the same lines. (Karen) Mrs. Robinson. Are you trying to seduce me?
Jon:
This was great!!
Apparently Prez Brady needed help walking, just like Prez ‘Joltin’ Joe. (But from the back, it was hard to tell which one it was that required assistance with their gait.)
Hi Piksil,
IMO, many of today”s TV correspondents are of that East coast, provincial, WASPy upbringing. The “best colleges” & that sort-of-thing.
Although their higher-ups place them on the streets to “correspond” with The People, they remained “walled-off” from the spirit of things. Their “input” is nil & therefore their “output” remains pantry-ed.
Figuratively speaking, of course.
Paul:
A lot of them are cupcakes….
There are times when words just don’t convey nearly enough gratitude, but here goes: Jon, thank you!!!
I sacrificed my life I gave my mask for my fellow man so he is wearing it saving his life.
Oh boy! I needed this good laugh. The wierd thing is that this story is actually true. Except for the blood oath qanons! Id never share blood with someone they might have covid!! Love this…
Black… darkness, frigid quiet, and an echo of music rise to a crescendo of pipe organ as the light starts to show through to sunrise and the narrator starts to speak.
“And now… another episode in our saga of…
”AN HOUR IN THE LIFE…OF MICHAEL”
Dundun dun…
The scene opens with Michael leaving his little cottage home in QuackBack, Saskatchewan. Dressed in his usual snowmobile suit and size nine Saskatchewan sealskin winter boots, he trods alone and fearless, his strikingly handsome face seared to the windchill of a Saskatchewan -45 degrees centigrade and three feet of snow. The wind howls and grabs his breathe and flash freezes it into icy frost as it falls to his feet. The ole codger stiffens his back and mutters to himself.
“WTF!”
Our scene breaks to our hero entering the local bank, the Quackback Credit & Union Bank. Michael casts his eyes to the right as he is about to enter and notices a dwarf dressed in a little tiny red snowmobile suit that has got his tongue stuck frozen to the bank door. Michael sighs and mutters…
“An omen. Gonna be another one of those days”
Arriving at the teller’s window he peers through a one-inch-thick plexiglass screen at a two-masked pretty teller on the other side. Her pretty eyes bat wildly at his rather striking good looks. And then she frowns as he smiles and an Irish twinkle makes a tinging sound at the side of his right eye.
He is not wearing a mask?
“I’d like to pay some bills please.” He speaks flashing his handsome white teeth.
The teller mutters a muffled phrase and Michael already hard of hearing, looks here straight in the eye and says…
“WHAT, I CAN’T HEAR WHAT YOUR SAYING, TAKE A COUPLE OF THOSE MASKS OFF FOR GOD’S SAKES?”
“You’re not wearing a mask?”
“YES, I KNOW, WE’VE HAD THIS CONVERSATION BEFORE, AND I TOLD YOU THEN I HAVE ASTHMA AND CAN’T BREATHE IN THEM.”
“Do you have a doctor’s note?”
“WHAT?”
“You don’t have to yell I can hear you, Mister Burns…”
“I know, it’s me that can’t hear you, I figure if I yell maybe you’ll raise your voice and I will be able to hear what you’re saying, though those masks and this one-inch thick soundproof plexiglass wall. You want a doctor’s note? You want a doctor’s note so I can do my banking? Do you realize it is -45 C outside, and nothing is alive out there at that temperature? I have walked close to a mile from my home and I need to breathe warm air into my lungs after all that? They are frozen and anything that was alive in them is now dead. And you need me to prove I have asthma?”
“Well, you don’t have a mask on, and it’s a pandemic, and I need to see your doctor’s note.”
“The dog ate it my fucking note?”
“WHAT?”
“Now your yelling, I can hear you now. Keep it up. I need to pay this power bill for $300 and my gas bill for $58?”
“You’re being difficult Mister Burns, and swearing, you will have to go and stay in that room until I am finished your transaction.”
She points to a room to the side of the row of tellers’ booths.
“YOU MEAN THAT LITTLE OFFICE…THAT, EIGHT BY TEN LITTLE OFFICE RIGHT THERE *Michael points to a side office*?”
“Your yelling Mister Burns.”
“YEAH, I KNOW, I’M MAD NOW, ARE YOU INSANE? You’re segregating me to a small room while you conduct my banking request? Have you heard of the civil rights movement of the sixties and the changing of the civil rights laws that you cannot have a separate entrance or segregated places for anyone because of their race creed or colour or if they don’t have two masks on?”
“It doesn’t say anything about masks in the law. Bank policy only requires you to have one mask on Mister Burns, you’re exaggerating.”
“One mask? Then why do you have two? You breaking the rules. And you’re a civil rights lawyer?”
“Extra protection. We can do your banking over the phone if you wish, otherwise, you have to go in the room.”
“Do I have to close the door and shut off the lights, I’m claustrophobic too — do I have to take a shower after I come out of the room?
If I had more money, than I presently have I would take you personally and this bank to court in a lawsuit over this matter, you are ridiculous. And you and your types are turning the world into a goddam prison. I will call this afternoon with my banking requests. Fuck your room.”
Michael leaves the bank and drags himself towards his cottage home. Disgruntled and cold and then, there, at the street corner, sitting in the snow he notices a little tiny man, proportional to his size, with funny little clothes and a little tiny pipe he’s puffing and a little tiny beard. Michael kicks the little bastard recognizing that he is a leprechaun, and gold coins come out of the little fellow ass. making a tingling sound as they fall into the snow.
Hahahahahaha!
Brilliant multi-levels of satire. I saw the video of the Karen reporter expressing righteous indignation (mocked) about the unmasked revelers. I also watched a recording of the Super Bowl- just before the kick-off, the stadium announcer paid tribute to the smattering of the allegedly “vaccinated” medical personnel spectators, presumably to promote the agenda of persuading the millions in the TV audience to get the insidious experimental genetic modification jab of the serum masquerading as a vaccine.
Incredible Sir Jon.
Because there was a lot of Spam mentioned, ya’ll must indulge yourselves…
https://youtu.be/zLih-WQwBSc
(the Spam video on CrapTube)
Enjoy!
Multiple PsyOps rolled into one piece of brilliant satire.
Thanks Jon.
I do wonder though why the Q PsyOp only gets exposure now that Trojan Trump is gone.
The PsyOp continues with a different narrative. Will the American voters be fooled twice in another few years?
* * Will the American voters be fooled twice in another few years? * *
The answer is a resounding “YES”. Too many stupid people are the ones (still) voting. So of course they will continue down this inane road of insanity – because they either don’t know any better, or they simply don’t care.
Jim S Smith,
Yes, it was a rhetorical question.
And meant specifically concerning Trojan Trump.
Brilliant article, Jon. Thank you.
Meanwhile, Karen misdirected the sheep to ignore the Global Warming that is gripping much of the nation. Those icicles outside? Warmer than normal icicles. If only we switched to solar and wind power, just think of how righteous we would all be right now? Since we are dying way too slowly from phony viruses, we could freeze to death much faster from this Global Warming/Climate Change.
Darn pesky people, using up all those resources the bazillionaires could be using themselves. Wear three masks as tight as you can get them. If you can still breathe, wrap your head with saran wrap and tape it down with duct tape. Guarantees that you will never die from COVID, and you can save Karen for another day and another great story from the Ministry of Truth.
Spam does it every time…bravo Karen, just keep those posts flowing into the hallowed halls of the MSM and don’t forget to get that mask off!
Lucky we have death cause these people need a reset, totally brainwashed by the system.
Actually Karen is missing out on the real story.While she’s focusing on stuff that’s not there such as COVID,Focusing on everyone doing their part.What she don’t know is”INVASIVE ANIMAL SPECIES have tooken over The Everglades.And have nearly eaten up all the native animals of Florida.Some of these Animals are Burmese Pythons(Which can lay 30,50 to 100 eggs in a year)Anacondas(Green and Yellow),Monitor Lizards,King Cobras,Nile Crocodiles etc.Back in 1995 Hurricane Andrew did considerable damage.Which includes Exotic Animals imported from other countries,plus irresponsble Pet owners.If Karen doesn’t get on top the INVASIVE ANIMAL SPECIE PLAQUE,It will literally bite her in the ass and kill her
“In the cafes,
in the streets…
They’re trying
to have a little fun.”
https://youtu.be/vrMvblpZFq0
HahahahahahahahahahHhahahahahahahhaahhahahahahahahhahHahahahhahahahah
Thank you…
LOL
I used to post comments on a ‘progressive’ website. would get about 20-30 downvotes, 2-3 likes. Antilockdown post last summer got me 2 likes 50 downvotes.
I posted yesterday AntiLockdown comment. Score 23:23. That is strange as sheep look as dumb as ever to me.
Nothing unexpected these days.
I can not remember when I last saw just how much an epidemic/pandemic of “STOCKHOLM SYNDROME”, as we have all around us now.
Simply beyond any incredulous aspect of the human mind could ever dream of!
Really, You should know that up and down votes will be abused. Ignore them. That’s one of the very attractive features of Jon’s blog and James Corbett’s website as well. Do really think that those who profit from what the hoaxsters are doing aren’t sending out hoardes of trouble-makers to every website and blog that they can think of?
WHO experts with no mask, no social distancing in wuhan: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B0ZOTdEmco0&feature=youtu.be
Hello jon . I have not wanted to comment due to privacy and whats happened. You have so many well informed members and i will risk this. All ofyou have been dead on. I am the daughter and guinea pig of a former US high ranking official from the late fifties tied in with all you have been writing on and i have been fighting for my life.
I have a foreign refugee attorney for my asylum case.Please keep going. I have cnbc excerpts that discuss my deal and my firm was interviewed on issues too,
My cousin read an Off Guardian article recently in which the author (an OG staffer named Catte Black) wrote an allegory of covid 1984 in which people long ago were experiencing a plague of locusts and looked to a priest for solutions. Any boy did that priest fleece that flock! See “Locusts; or A Tale of Monstrous Foolishness.” I said to him, If you lied that then you’d enjoy Jon Rappoport because he’s an excellent storyteller and many of his blog posts are like Catte’s article. (I call an article an article when there are more than one author involved and a blog post when a website is a blog with a sole author. Otherwise, same thing.)
The ‘only’ thing I would quibble with in relation to Jon’s stories is that I sometimes lose track. It’s never enough to ruin the story and the lesson that it imparts, but it makes the road a bit bumpier than it has to be. If it’s a story about a patient and a doctor, then something like:
P. Doctor, I’m worried about the covid injection slash poison.
D. Don’t be. Getting poisoned just makes you one of the many, many pod persons and you’ll therefore have lots of company.