BIDEN: “Now that they’ve dragged me across the finish line and propped me up in the Oval, I can focus on my cognitive decline and wonder what the hell they’re having me sign. Row, row, row your boat, life is but a dream…”
by Jon Rappoport
March 3, 2021
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ONE: IF I CLAIM TRUMP WON THE ELECTION
The media would have you believe I’m guilty of inciting the overthrow. Of. The. Federal. Government.
And, they’d say, perhaps I helped foment the Capitol break-in on January 6.
And certainly I’m a racist.
It’s a new day in the American republic.
Incitement is a wonderful tool in the hands of moronic predators.
Suppose a guy reads an article I write about the stolen election and copies a few sentences from it in a notebook and puts the notebook in his pocket and, packing heat, tries to scale the fence at the White House, and is arrested by the Capitol Police and the FBI and a Pentagon Swat team and agents of the FDA, DIA, USDA, the Office of the Surgeon General, Secret Service officers, a gaggle of civilian contact tracers, and National Guard troops, and they find that notebook in the guy’s pocket?
What are the chances I’d be interrogated? After all, I INCITED his actions, didn’t I? He didn’t have a choice. My words brainwashed him instantly. He turned into a robot.
My words weren’t protected speech under the 1st Amendment, because according to the new regime, I was shouting fire in a crowded theater.
Perhaps after my arrest and extensive interrogation; after spending a few weeks in a jail cell; after wall to wall media stories appear about me, with photos; after the Attorney General tells Chris Wallace I’m a white supremacist/domestic terrorist filled with the kind of hate that must be rooted out from American society, in order to preserve our way of life; after I receive tens of thousands of anonymous death threats; after I’m censored and de-platformed and banks refuse to carry my accounts; after a new domestic terrorism bill is passed which mentions me by name; I’m quietly released from custody on a rainy night at 3AM on a lonely street in DC—and the whole case against me is dropped.
I’m free, in the freest nation in the world.
And so are you.
And in the privacy of our homes, where we are locked down on the basis of a phantom virus, we can celebrate, via interactive Zoom, our rights as citizens.
No harm, no foul.
And if you think I’M suffering from extreme paranoia, suppose YOU, in a moment of frustration, voiced the opinion that the election was stolen, and some person with a cell phone happened to capture those words and posted them on YouTube, and that guy packing heat watched the video and saved it, and after he tried to scale the fence at the White House and was arrested, the authorities picked up his computer and tracked you down and brought you in for questioning.
And I’m sitting here at home watching all the newscasts featuring you, and I’m munching popcorn and copping a small adrenaline burst by wondering whether such a thing could happen to me.
OF COURSE NOT. NONE OF THIS COULD HAPPEN. TO YOU OR ME. IT’S JUST A FANTASY. WE LIVE IN AMERICA.
We have a Constitution. It contains the 1st Amendment. If through some administrative error, you or I were dragged in for questioning, millions of aware of citizens would organize and demand our release immediately. Right?
Mark Zuckerberg and Jack Dorsey would champion our cause on Facebook and Twitter. They would say, NOW THINGS HAVE GONE TOO FAR. You and I would win. We would help explode the bubble of censorship.
In The People’s House, Nancy Pelosi and Mitch McConnell would stand up on their hind legs and say, TODAY THEY CAME FOR THESE TWO POOR BASTARDS, TOMORROW THEY COULD COME FOR US. THAT’S ENOUGH. STOP THE PERSECUTION OF THE INNOCENT.
Joe Biden would disconnect his drug drip, rise up out of bed, stagger to the Oval Office, address the nation, and say, I MAY NOT KNOW WHERE I AM HALF THE TIME, BUT I DO KNOW THESE TWO ACCUSED TERRORISTS ARE GUILTY OF NOTHING MORE THAN SHOOTING THEIR MOUTHS OFF, AND IN AMERICA WE PERMIT THIS BECAUSE WE MUST. ONCE WE DESCEND THE SLIPPERY SLOPE OF CENSORSHIP AND MALICIOUS PROSECUTION, WE’RE THE TRULY GUILTY ONES. BY THE WAY, I’M PROMOTING A FANTASTIC BUSINESS OPPORTUNITY IN THE UKRAINE. IF YOU’RE INTERESTED, YOU CAN INVEST A WEEK’S PAY AND SCOOP UP A FORTUNE…
Supreme Court Chief Justice John Roberts would announce, WELL, WE REFUSED TO HEAR A STOLEN ELECTION CASE BECAUSE THE ELECTION HADN’T HAPPENED YET, AND NOW WE’VE REFUSED TO HEAR A CASE BECAUSE THE ELECTION IS OVER AND THE WHOLE POINT IS MOOT AND IRRELEVANT, BUT YOU KNOW, I’VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS, AND FRANKLY, I’VE ACTED LIKE A MINCING COWARD. THESE TWO PEOPLE WHO’VE JUST BEEN ARRESTED FOR CLAIMING THE ELECTION WAS STOLEN? WE’RE GOING TO TAKE UP THEIR CASE AND SHOW THE PROSECUTION IS MALICIOUS. THEY HAVEN’T DONE ANYTHING WRONG.
With that kind of backing, how could you and I lose? We’d be anointed heroes of the resistance. Years from now, our faces might appear on money. What money, you ask? Let’s not get into that right now.
OK. I wouldn’t say, and neither would you, that the election was stolen. So the whole premise is pointless. We both know there was no election. Joe Biden was made president by popular acclaim. How that process actually worked is unimportant. Justice was done. Ends justify means. In the end. Which is where we are right now. It’s the end of something and the beginning of something else. We have to wait to find out what that something else is. Let’s not jump the gun. And I don’t mean “gun” literally. Understand that. I don’t mean “jump” literally, either. No one is jumping. It’s not permitted during the pandemic. We shuffle along slowly. By design. We look around to see whether anyone within a hundred yards of us is maskless. We get tested. We get traced. We take the experimental injection. We wait to see whether, having submitted to the shot, we can dine indoors or invite more than two people to our homes. Assuming we don’t collapse from the shot.
If we’re fired from our jobs, owing to the economic devastation, we can find new work as contact tracers and paid trolls. We can compose and send nasty emails to people who refuse to join the ever-expanding layer of bottom feeders (and top feeders) of society. We can speak out to our hearts’ content, in order to silence others. It’s just a shift of target, that’s all.
Or…or…if we want a terrific different kind of fun, we can just say:
THE ELECTION WAS STOLEN.
I like that sentence. It’s short, blunt, and solid.
And from all the evidence I’ve read, it’s true.
But I would never say that.
TWO: PENNSYLVANIA LT. GOVERNOR IS SURGING IN THE PACK OF BLOVIATING HYENAS
In this era of censorship, Pennsylvania Lieutenant Governor, John Fetterman, has reached new heights.
He states: “This idea that saying that Pennsylvania was ‘rigged’ or that we were ‘trying to steal the election’ — that’s a lie. And you do not have the right, that is not protected speech.”
Fetterman goes on to claim such a statement is on the order of shouting fire in a crowded theater…and anyone who tweets this lie should have the tweet taken down immediately.
The First Amendment most certainly DOES guarantee the statement is, in fact, protected speech. It isn’t within a hundred miles of unprotected speech.
Fetterman ought to go back to junior high school, but I can’t imagine any junior high school is teaching the Constitution.
“Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.”
As for the Lt. Governor’s claim that the statement about a rigged election in Pennsylvania is the equivalent of shouting fire in a crowded theater, we’re dealing with amateur night in Dixie.
That argument has been tried many times, in many situations, and it fails when the issue of INCITEMENT is vastly overblown. There is no fire, and there is no crowded theater.
Although some individual may take hold of a statement, true or false, and USE it to justify launching an act of violence, this is no proof the statement was made to inspire the act.
Suppose I say, “Trump never won the 2016 election. It was a fraud, a conspiracy cooked up by Trump himself, collaborating with Russian agents.”
Then, someone writes that down in a notebook, carries the notebook with him, and packing heat, tries to scale the fence protecting the Trump White House.
Upon his arrest, the notebook is found. Can I be prosecuted in a court, because I incited this person? Can I be legally censored?
Not unless the judge is drunk, deranged, utterly incompetent, or some kind of fascist.
There is no rational link between my statement and another person’s attempted act of violence.
But now, in this climate, many people are climbing on the “incitement” bandwagon.
“Trump incited his followers to assault the Capitol…even if he didn’t command them to, in so many words…” “He urged them to ‘fight’…and it’s obvious what he meant.” “And even if he didn’t mean it, we have a good excuse to impeach him…”
And then there is this: a remarkable number of people, badly educated, are incapable of rising high enough to view a landscape in which two people who disagree with each other can have a conversation AND protect each other’s right to free speech at the same time.
Instead, the badly educated throngs take an easier path: find the leader or group who is always CORRECT AND RIGHT and join them, while insisting that “anything incorrect and wrong” must be taken off the table and banned. That’s their limit of comprehension.
Is a Congressman, in 2018, claiming the 2016 election was rigged in favor of Trump, breaking the law?
Some clueless mutton head: “Well, no, because in that instance the charge is true, whereas a person saying the 2020 election was rigged is lying.”
I see. So according to this version of logic, no one has a right to be wrong.
Mutton head: “And anyway, saying 2020 was rigged In Pennsylvania is staining the good reputation of election officials…”
95% of all political discourse is meant to stain reputations. Therefore, let’s have 24/7 drive-through courts in thousands of locations across the country, to process all the offenders and put them in jail.
Then, finally, peace and tranquility. We might have one or two people left serving in Congress and in each state legislature. The White House and the governors’ mansions will, of course, be empty, and all political PR and lobbying personnel will be out robbing banks to keep up with college tuitions for their children and house payments.
Wait a minute. We might have something there.
Ban 95% of all politicians. Then see what happens. Give it a try. Roll the dice. Who knows, it might rescue the Constitution and the Republic.
Meanwhile, as King, Pope, and Chairman of the Board of All Media Regulation, I certify this article is Protected Speech.
UPDATE: Among the bloviating hyenas, we now have “experts” claiming that huge numbers of Americans (Trump supporters) need to be deprogrammed and re-educated, because their point of view is inherently violent and “insurrectionist.”
Pretty much anyone who was in Washington DC on January 6th, or voted for Trump, or wears a MAGA hat, supports violent overthrow of the federal government. That’s the new propaganda campaign.
I have news for these experts. The US school system IS that re-education program, and despite its success over the course of many decades, millions of people have managed to resist it.
The program has leaks. One of them is called freedom of speech.
Claiming this freedom is a danger to our very existence as a nation is the new tune, brought to you by the hyenas. If anyone needs re-education, they do. And it’s simple. All they have to do is look inside themselves and see the marching fungus their lives have become.
THREE: THE PROPAGANDA MASTER COMES TO TOWN—MARCH 2020
What do most people say, if you raise questions about the reality of the “epidemic,” or even hint that the facts might be in doubt?
They say, “But people are dying.” And that’s the end of the conversation.
So, in this episode of virus fakery and apocalypse on rye with mustard, I present a tale I like to call: THE PROPAGANDA MASTER COMES TO TOWN.
This character is a wisdom figure and a teacher. He’s an old pro. He makes sure the lies are being told well and often. He reminds his troops of their mission. Pardon his language, but he has a very low opinion of humanity.
Here he is now, getting out of his limo and walking into a five-star hotel.
Conference room. A security team has checked the space for bugs and other electronic snooping. The shades are drawn. A dozen propaganda ops specialists are sitting at the long table.
The maestro walks into the room, stands at one end of the table, and without formalities, begins talking:
—I only have a few minutes. I’m on my way to Rome to brief the Pope. So here it is. We put messages into the heads of the great unwashed masses, so they’ll pass those messages to others. Get it? THAT’S the real contagion factor. Never forget it. We’re Info Central for the rubes and yokels and idiots, including high IQ idiots who think their college degree means they’re educated in science.
—We work with death. People all over the world are dying all the time, every day. The public doesn’t want to think about that. Good. That’s good for us. Our job is to convince the yokels that the “new” dying which is happening now comes from a special virus. We do that by equating DEATH and CORONAVIRUS. Get it? Never forget it. “People are dying, it must be the virus.” That’s our ticket.
—Our medical brethren in this great con have already done a terrific job carving up death into various categories. But now they can also make ordinary pneumonia into coronavirus pneumonia at the drop of a hat. They can make flu into corona. They can make a man falling down stairs a victim of the virus. A flying saucer crashes in a field? If that happened, a CDC official with a straight face could tell the yokels and idiots that the alien pilot of the craft was struck down by the virus and that’s why he lost control of the saucer.
—So we can’t let our medical friends down. We have to ramp up the intensity of the message. I want more predictions from Harvard and Yale big shots. You know, millions are going to die. Half the world’s population is going to be infected.
—Some of the idiots and loons we target are politicians. They “believe in science.” We want these pols to lock down MORE cities. Make people feel the sting. The sting and the crisis and the quarantine must equal THE VIRUS. We own the virus. It’s our psy-weapon. It’s an idea, a notion, a ghost, and the medical experts can contain it, if people follow all their orders. Keep pounding that message.
—Now, just between us, did they ever find a brand new virus in China to begin with? I see no convincing evidence they did. But who cares? Are the diagnostic tests for the virus inadequate and useless and worthless and deceiving? Of course. Is the “virus epidemic” a gold-plated fake? Sure. Are all sorts of people being diagnosed with corona who have no disease at all? You bet. Are people who are sick for all sorts of reasons being told they’re corona cases? Yeah. That’s our bread and butter. Some poor bastard gets off a plane and he has a slight fever from the bad air in the cabin and he’s whisked away for quarantine. Play it up. “The virus can get you anytime, anywhere.” In a city, one ICU ward in a hospital is overflowing with sick people. Of course it is. People are sick all the time. But now, they’re all afraid, and they’re coming on foot, in cars, in wheelchairs, on crutches, and with the wave of a magic wand, they’re put in the ICU because they must be corona. Good. I want more pictures of that chaotic ICU. I want video on the news. More of it. Get busy. Don’t slack off. This is a circus. There are rules for a circus. The main rule is, people get bored quickly, so you need lots of acts and tricks and animals and side shows and candy to keep the audience occupied. An ICU here, an ICU there. A mother crying. Who cares why? It must be the virus. I don’t want to hear about all the other reasons people are sick. I just want to hear VIRUS.
—Never forget how easily you can fool the yokels. Yesterday, a guy living in an apartment house had the flu. No big deal. But today, same guy? Corona. Nothing changed except the news. All his neighbors in the building forget that yesterday this guy had ordinary flu. It’s a beautiful thing. Use it. I want to see more funerals on the news.
—Our holy grail, our perfect ideal, which is unattainable, would be: every death in the world for the next six months or a year is called coronavirus. But we can strive toward that ideal. We must.
—There are two echelons. There is WE. And there is THEY-THEM. WE keep THEM in their limited minds. We bolster those limited minds with our messages. Keep them yammering, “People are dying, it must be the virus!” It’s pure gold. Mine that gold.
Back in his limo, the maestro puts in a call to his contact at the CDC. “Listen up,” he says, “you people over there are wobbling. I’m talking about the diagnostic test for the virus. First, your test kits were bad, they didn’t work. Then you didn’t have enough of them to satisfy needs. Now the word is starting to leak out that the tests are inherently unreliable and no one should believe them. This crap must stop. Shore up your troops. Get them in line. I want healthy people and sick people and old people and young people and all people to be diagnosed with corona, and I don’t want any uncertainties. You and I know the test is a joke, it doesn’t work, but nobody else can find that out. Got it? People over there at the CDC can be replaced. They can find themselves out on the street. What’s in charge of this operation is propaganda, not science. YOU back US up. That’s the hierarchy. I want FEAR raging through the population. If you can’t hold up your end, you’re going to find all the quotes about the epidemic in the press are suddenly coming from the World Health Organization or Johns Hopkins, not the CDC. I’ll make sure you’re shoved into the background. The World Health people are professional. They know how to deliver a unified con job. Those two idiots, the governor of New York and the mayor of New York, are doing more to hype this fake epidemic than all the employees of the CDC put together. Get your house in order. Fast.”
He closes his phone and sticks it in his pocket. On the way to the airport, he hums a little tune. He looks out the window. He thinks to himself, if we can stretch this out far enough, we can even stage a presidential election in America on the Internet. No one votes in a booth. Can’t risk transmission of the virus. He chuckles. His phone vibrates. He takes it out.
“Yes, sir?” he says. He listens. Nods. “Yes, sir, I know you’re going to address the nation in a few minutes. Well, sir, this is a squeeze play. You’re in the middle. I know you understand that. If you go too far in minimizing the risk of the epidemic, you’re going to get hit hard from all sides. Mayors, governors, scientists, doctors, public health officials, members of Congress, big tech, the media—they’re all going to carve you into a grinning pumpkin. To say nothing of what’s been happening to the stock market. If you try to downplay corona, the whole economic picture is going to go upside down. Even Goldman Sachs won’t be able to protect you. Look around you. That schmuck mayor of New York is making noises about shutting down the whole Subway system. My advice is, let this operation run its course. Read the tea leaves of history. Many presidents have trouble at the end of a term. The coronavirus fakery is your trouble. Ride it out. If you can’t beat Joe Biden in November, you should go back to building golf courses. He’s hanging on by a thread. I don’t think the doctors can pump him up with enough drugs to keep his brain functioning during a debate. You might stagger into office on a low for your second term, but—don’t be angry, sir, your enemies have been looking for an Achilles heel since you started campaigning back in 2015. They tried this, they tried that, it didn’t really work. But this medical op works. Are you really going to say the medical experts are all liars and fake news? Are you contemplating that? Take it from me, it won’t fly. You know I’m right. The medical propaganda of the past hundred years is a winner. How can you buck it, especially in the middle of this current shit storm? If I cared about the truth, I’d be in a dither. Fortunately, I’m above the fray. Listen to your wise old uncle. Take the bitter with the sweet. You’re a pro in your field. The art of the deal. In this instance, the deal is live to fight another day. You painted your picture of “the grand economic recovery”, and now they’re spraying all over it with graffiti. That’s what enemies do. I have some interesting material on Biden and Bernie, if you’d like me to—“
The maestro looks at his phone. “He hung up,” he says to his driver.
“He’s a quick study,” the driver says.
“What are you going to say to the Pope?” the driver asks.
“I’m going to tell him to keep his big mouth shut. And if he can’t do that, and he wants to bring God into it, we’ll work on the statement. Change it to Nature. That’s softer. Nature has its ways and its viruses. It must be respected. God gave us the intelligence to work with Nature, and the means to develop medical science. Doctors are healers. Follow their recommendations. Something like that. On the way over in the plane, I’ll come up with some quotes. Stay by my side. You’re packing heat. They’ll ask for your weapon before they let us in the Vatican. Give it to them. Keep your eyes trained straight ahead. Don’t look past any open doors. Who knows what you’d see? I don’t want anyone to call us as witnesses in a future court case…”
“You’re careful as always,” the driver says.
“Careful in the details, absolutely reckless when it comes to the overall plan. Tell a lie so outrageous, no one can believe it’s a lie.”
At the White House, the president steps to the podium and looks at the camera. He thinks: I wonder what would happen if I went off script and said, you know, there must be ten thousand people in Washington who are aware there’s something weird about this coronavirus situation. There’s the whole flu thing. The CDC says thirty thousand people in the US die from ordinary flu every single year, like clockwork, and there are millions of flu cases every year—but nobody’s calling THAT an epidemic. The stock market isn’t crashing because of THAT. Nobody’s getting quarantined because of THAT. They aren’t canceling basketball because of THAT. What the hell’s going on?
The president starts to speak to the nation.
“Look, the bottom line is, I have to protect millions of lives. I need to sign bills authorizing two trillion dollars in aid to our businesses and workers. I have to listen to the experts. People are dying, it must be the virus. What else could it be?”
An unknown man in the back of the room says, in a very clear and loud voice: WELL, IT COULD BE COMPLETE HORSE—“
An alert special ops team member steps in front of the man and quickly sprays him in the face with a chemical. The unknown man is paralyzed, and like a log he pitches forward and bounces off the floor.
The special ops man shouts: IT’S THE VIRUS. HE’S DEAD.
People scream. The doors to the room are suddenly locked. Doctors in white coats appear.
Someone yells, THE WHITE HOUSE IS INFECTED. WASHINGTON DC IS INFECTED.
The president is baffled. He looks at the camera and says, “I guess I’ll be speaking to you next from an undisclosed location. We WILL get through this, America—“
People are dying, it must be the virus.
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