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The Last Vaccine Resister in Australia

by Jon Rappoport

August 26, 2021

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7News Brisbane, 8/21: “A man has ridden his horse through today’s protest at the Queensland-New South Wales border, encouraging crowds to cross through checkpoints. ‘Cross over! They cannot arrest all of us!’”

ABC News Australia, 8/21: “More than 2,000 anti-lockdown protesters gathered in Brisbane’s Botanic Gardens before a planned march through the city…Thousands of demonstrators [in Melbourne] were seen breaking police lines near Parliament House in Spring Street, where the demonstration started…[A Victoria police spokeswoman said that] ‘For the first time during lockdown protests, police were forced to use a range of non-lethal options including pepper ball rounds and OC foam cannisters in an effort to disperse the crowd.’…Each person arrested will be fined $5,452 for breaching lockdown restrictions…”

December 2, 2023:

Hello, everybody. You’re shocked, right? I just cut in and interrupted the news broadcast you’re watching.

I’m sure the cops are busy trying to pinpoint my location.

I’m wearing a mask to make it a little harder for them. Not because I’m afraid of a virus.

Here in the land down under we’re under the tightest COVID lockdowns in the world.

Australian cops are busting heads, breaking into people’s houses and arresting them because they aren’t wearing masks. They’re holding people down and testing them and shooting them up with the vaccine.

They say everybody in the country is now vaccinated. I’m not. So I might be the last holdout.

I don’t want the jab in the arm. I have the right to say no, to walk down the street, drive out into the country and sit on a rock and smoke a cigar. Screw the authorities.

Does the right come from God? Maybe. I don’t know. Depends on the day of the week. On Tuesday, I might believe God said we’re free. On Wednesday, I might not believe in God. Either way, I’ve decided not to line up for the jab.

I don’t believe this pandemic, whatever it is or isn’t, makes me a slave.

It could be a hurricane, a flood, an earthquake, a war, a riot, and we still have the right to go outside and go to work and make a living. Have a picnic in the sun with our family and friends.

We can tell the politicians to fuck off.

And if enough of us do, the politicians lose.

I don’t like them. I don’t like their attitude. They think they own us. Even if they kill me, they don’t own me.

This country was once a lot freer than it is now. Nobody can deny that. But then the busy-bodies started butting in and making a lot of rules. They meddled with us. We thought it was easier to go along. We knuckled under. And THIS, what we’ve got now, this Police State, is how it all played out.

Now we can’t take a piss in the middle of the night, in our own bathrooms, without wearing a mask.

Don’t you get it? The bosses like watching us squirm. That’s their game.

You think they really care about us? About our health? Are you that stupid? They care about themselves, their power, their money. They’re control freaks.

Australia was a penal colony. The British sent their worst prisoners here. Outlaws, rebels, thieves, killers. Crazies. And now look at us. Our brains have melted down into pudding. We’re afraid of our own shadows. We’re afraid of cops with guns. It’s disgusting.

Remember when they took our guns away? They always do that. Somebody shoots a few people, and they take the guns from all the people who didn’t shoot anybody. You think they did that to protect us? They wanted sheep and they got sheep.

People argue about whether the vaccine works or doesn’t work. Whether it’s safe or dangerous. I’m past all that. It comes down to: do I want to take it or not? I make up my own mind for my own reasons. I’ve still got my goddamn freedom, no matter what anyone says.

If two or three million of us get off our lazy and scared asses and go out into the street every day, every single day, the bosses lose. There’s nothing they can do.

For a long time, I took my freedom for granted. But now I don’t. I realize it was always on the line.

You might be wondering who I am.

Well, I’ll tell you a secret.

I’m nobody.

That’s right. The only reason I exist is because of you.

I’m not on any list. I don’t have a name. I’m not in any file.

You created me.

I came out of your minds.

I’m a phantom. I exist because you dreamed about me, whether you know it or not.

If they make slaves out of all of you, in your MINDS AND SOULS, I stop existing. If you surrender all the way down, I’m gone.

That’s how Reality works.

The only question is, what are you going to do about it?

I’ll tell you another secret. The bosses know that if they let us all out in the open living our lives, going to work, sitting and playing in parks and on the beaches with our kids, our health wouldn’t be any worse than it was before this “pandemic.” Our health wouldn’t be any worse than it is now. THE BOSSES KNOW THAT. THAT’S WHAT THEY’RE TERRIFIED OF. THAT’S WHY THEY’RE CLAMPING DOWN SO HARD.

I’m here. I’m what you made me. I’m your reflection. I’m what your spirit is when you take all the bullshit away.

The bosses dream about me, too. But in their dreams, they’re sweating. They’re trying to chop me to pieces. Blow me away with bullets. Burn me down.

I’m your dream, their nightmare.

Bottom line, I’m your freedom.

So what are you going to do about it?

You can try to snuff me out, but that means you’re trying to kill your own spirit.

Spirit can be a tidal wave, or it can be a little piss-puddle. Your decision.

If it’s a tidal wave, it’s bigger and more powerful than any so-called germ that ever existed.

See, the germ the bosses are twisting your minds with is also a dream—and right now, you’re saluting it and taking a knee in front of it.

You screwed up. You fell for the con.

But it’s never too late.

You can sell out your lives down to the last penny, or you can break the bank.

I’m here as long as you want me to be.

I’m standing up as long as you’re not lying down.

I’ll be here interrupting the cocked-up news from your fascist bosses and thugs as long as you want me to be…

Exit From the Matrix

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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.

God finally consents to an interview about COVID

by Jon Rappoport

August 25, 2021

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As you can imagine, it wasn’t easy setting up this interview. Across the world, there are so many intermediaries, cutouts, and organizations that insist you have to go through them to get to The Man.

For example, I tried the Pope. One of his minions came back with a cryptic message suggesting I should offer a gift to the Church before formal negotiations even commence. And I’m not talking about a nice wrist watch or a crystal vase. More on the order of a truck full of cash and a personal pledge of my immortal soul for all of eternity.

Anyway, eventually I managed to work things out on my own. A direct appeal is best, I found.

The meeting place was a motel room on the outskirts of Columbus, Ohio, on a warm Thursday afternoon. I made coffee, and we sat across from each other at a small folding table near the chugging air conditioner. He smiled and said, “Lucky you have a website. Nobody would believe you’re talking to me. Nobody would publish this conversation.”

And so it began.

God, did you make humans to be free? To have freedom?

Think it through. You don’t MAKE freedom. Freedom exists. You can only try to take it away. And I didn’t.

So if someone says he doesn’t want the COVID vaccine—

He’s free to refuse. But he has to pay the price. When the government or a corporation clamps down and mandates the shot, it’s a tough situation.

Where do you stand on the vaccine?

I can speak with authority on the human immune system. I created it. Vaccination is supposed to be a rehearsal for the real thing, right? The antibodies and the T-cells swing into action and neutralize the protein or the piece of the virus that’s injected.

Yes? And?

Well, if the rehearsal goes well, then why did you need it in the first place? Are you catching my drift? If the rehearsal is a success, why wouldn’t the real thing be a success without the rehearsal?

I hadn’t thought of it that way.

Nobody does.

Why not? Did you create humans with low IQ?

You can’t put that on me. People make themselves and each other smarter or dumber.

Again, freedom.

Well, yes. If every person’s IQ was 102 forever, it would be a strange world.

I take it you’re against the lockdowns.

Imprisoning innocent people in their homes? I’m very much against it.

The rationale is, “we have to stop the spread of the virus.”

I’m very familiar with rationalizations, reasons, and excuses. They tend to hide actual motives.

In this situation, what’s the actual motive for the lockdowns?

Do you really need me to confirm it? Control. Over populations.

But you yourself, when you made the world and everything in it—you were exercising extreme control.

Really? Is that what you think? I never changed or corrected what I was doing? I never stopped to consider an alternative? The bible says it all happened in six days. Do you suppose I was sitting somewhere counting? Saying, “All right, that was Tuesday, and now I’m almost in the middle of the week…”

You made mistakes?

I made changes. A mistake is when an engineer looks at his plans and says, “This won’t work. The bridge will fall down.” I wasn’t building a bridge. I’m an artist. I had an infinity of possibilities before me. I could have gone a trillion different ways.

Did you create viruses?

Cutting to the chase, eh? All right, let’s get down to it. I made a lot of little particles. Some of them can alter their forms. But in the sense you mean it, no. I didn’t make Rockefeller-type germs, each one of which supposedly causes a so-called specific disease. That’s a human story. A nonsensical fairy tale. I’m not on the hook for that. That’s a business model.

So what about SARS-CoV-2?

What about it? It’s the kind of shadow people are afraid of. They think, as they’re walking around, that the shadow follows them. And eventually, some pathetic character will say he’s discovered the cause behind the shadow—and it’s the sun. So the sun has to be neutralized. Or blocked off. Or shut down. Or changed.

So accusing the sun of causing all the trouble is like saying diseases are really genetic in origin, and in order to cure the diseases we have to re-engineer humans.

And meanwhile, a pipe from a factory is leaking into a river, and the river is filled with poison, and the fish are dying, and people who swim in the river and drink the water are getting sick and dying. But to protect the company that owns the factory, scientists say the people have defective genes and that’s the problem. Another business model.

Did you make SARS-CoV-2?

No. Why would I?

Then who made it?

Who made the shadows people are afraid of? The press, governments, propagandists.

Who made the actual virus?

I believe I’ve already answered that question.

I want a clear answer on the record.

And I want to lead you to give your own answer. What good does it do to make a pronouncement from on high?

You’re God.

And you’re free.

I was afraid we’d get into a pickle over this issue.

It isn’t just a pickle, my friend. It’s a whole apocalyptic pastrami sandwich on rye with mustard. The people of Earth have to decide whether they want to destroy themselves or lift themselves up with vital life-force—which, by the way, is the ultimate immune system.

You can’t make that decision for us.

I could, but then I would just be a super Bill Gates.

Freedom means freedom.

That’s the ticket. If you buy it, then as they say, you take the ride.

You have empathy for us?

In my own way, more than you know.

Does SARS-CoV-2 exist?

Does fear exist?

You’re saying both questions are the same? Look, these virologists in their labs—they’re working with soup in a dish, and they’re saying they’ve isolated a virus. They’re not isolating anything.

Don’t you think I’ve been in those labs? I have wide, wide experience. I’ve been everywhere. Watching the virologists is like watching a cheap circus act. When it’s over, you want your money back. I have to go now. I have appointments to slap some priests of various religions on the head. They’re taking my name in vain.

That’s a lot of priests. It must keep you very busy.

It’s similar to doing a spot-check of products coming off the assembly line.

Why don’t you just shut down the line?

Why don’t I make everything everywhere perfect all at once? Because I’m not running a puppet show.

Some people want a puppet show.

I’m not Fauci or Klaus Schwab.

Then slap those two.

Oh I have. But they like it. Sadists often do.

If a person was going to be executed…you know, killed; and he could save his life if he answered one question CORRECTLY ON THE BASIS OF ABSOLUTE TRUTH; and the question was, does the SARS-CoV-2 virus exist; and he prayed to you to give him the answer, would you?

Yes.

What would you tell him?

I’d tell him it doesn’t exist.

But you would never reveal that to me.

Of course not.

Exit From the Matrix

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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.

A hundred years in the future: joy during the lockdown

by Jon Rappoport

August 12, 2021

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A dreamer dreams many things. In this case, he was merely walking from his living room to the kitchen, and a thought struck him, and he went AWAY for a few seconds, and a dream laid itself out like a fresco…then folded up and disappeared. He shook his head and resumed walking to his kitchen to make coffee. Crazy, he thought. Where did THAT come from? He looked at his watch. Another day in lockdown.

THE DREAM:

On May 14, 2266, the New England Journal of Medicine and Psychology published a paper titled:

WHAT IS ‘A NEGATIVE CONSEQUENCE?’

A quote: “Brain research discovers common patterns of activity across a whole population. These patterns would be called ‘normal’. Exceptions would be classified as various categories of ‘disordered thought’. It’s assumed that only ‘harmonious and symmetrical’ brain patterns are positive and beneficial.”

A reader commented: “This assumption is grossly false. It’s a stunted version of aesthetics. Creative force always breaks out of these little geometries. So does every new idea. Increasingly, Earth culture is unable to understand this.”

—The reader receives a government notice and is summoned to a hearing. He’s interviewed by a virtual AI employee of the federal Department of Stat Research.

HOLOGRAPHIC i-FIGURE: “Are you all right during this epidemic lockdown? I see you live alone.”

“Yes, I’m fine.”

“We want you to enjoy yourself. Are you watching learning programs?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t like them.”

“Well, we have a report on you. It indicates an output difficult to measure or interpret. What can you tell us about this?

“I don’t know. I’m composing a symphony.”

“A symphony? What is that?”

“It’s a piece of music written for a large orchestra.”

“I find no extant orchestras in the country.”

“That’s true. Nevertheless, I’m composing.”

“Why?”

“For that day when an orchestra may come into being again.”

“Your thought-impulses entered ranges we were not able to summarize.”

“I suppose that means your instruments are limited.”

“Your last statement might be viewed as incendiary. It suggests we are imposing a restriction. As you well know, the science is settled on this point. We measure and interpret thought that contributes to an overall positive outcome, for the population at large.”

“I’m aware of that, yes. But the science rests on certain assumptions. I would call it greatest good as a lowest common denominator.”

“What do you mean?”

“You assume a certain mindset contributes to the consensus reality you favor. You legislate a range of thought that will produce the consensus.”

“That’s a gross oversimplification.”

“It doesn’t describe the algorithms you employ, but all in all I believe my summary is correct. You’re reality makers. You monitor thought-emissions, and when you find a departure from ‘combined averages,’ as you call them, you issue a citation.”

“What is this symphony you’re composing?”

“It’s impossible to explain. It’s music.”

“It has a specific message?”

“No. If it did, I would write out the message and leave it at that.”

“Why have we not heard of you before?”

“I was doing illustrations for the Happiness Holos.”

“We know. What happened?”

“I became bored. A machine could make those pictures. So I decided to compose music.”

“The Happiness Holos are an essential social program.”

“Perhaps. They encourage people to stay on the positive side of a construct called Positive&Negative, which as you know is a State-sponsored theme. But what is superficially indicated by those two opposing sets is, in fact, fuel for the fire.”

“Fuel for what fire?”

“The artist can use and transform any material.”

“Where did you hear such a thing?”

“Nowhere. I’ve experienced it many times.”

“Your views are highly eccentric. I will have to consult your childhood history to understand their roots.”

“I’m afraid that won’t do you any good.”

“Why not?”

“Because your version, the US Department of Psychology version of cause and effect, is propaganda for the masses.”

“This is your idea of a joke?”

“Not at all.”

“When you compose this…symphony, how do you think?”

“It’s not thinking in the way you use the term.”

“No? Then what do you do?”

“I invent sound.”

“Preposterous.”

“Large masses of sound.”

“Absurd. According to what underlying pattern?”

“None. Check the Library of Structures. I doubt you’ll find my activity in the catalogs.”

“Only known structures and patterns are contained in the files.”

“I don’t invent through pattern.”

“No? How then?”

“I improvise.”

“And this term refers to?”

“Something done spontaneously.”

“And you exceed prescribed ranges of thought in the process.”

“Perhaps. I would hope so. I don’t keep track.”

“You’re being flippant.”

“I assumed you’d eventually cite me. I’m just composing music during the lockdown.”

“There is no citation yet. You’re an anomaly. We investigate. We consider.”

“I’m afraid your and my idea of ‘consider’ are quite different.”

“Let me ask you this. When you are composing, do you ever believe you enter into a realm or area that could be called ‘non-material’? We’ve heard such claims before.”

“Not if you’re referring to some fairyland. But all thought is basically non-material. The brain registers it after the fact. Thought, the real thing, doesn’t take place in the brain.”

“You’re deluded. And disordered.”

“If I could simply confess to that and be on my way, I’d be a happy man.”

“You live in a society. To keep the peace and maintain the Positive, science has discovered that thought should occur within certain parameters.”

“If you insist.”

“We want to study you. It’s a great honor to be called. You could help extend the boundaries of research…we register variation from the norm in your present thinking.”

“What present thinking?”

“What you’re thinking right now.”

“That was quick.”

“The readouts are instantaneous…what are you doing?”

“I’m starting the fourth movement.”

“Wait. What you’re doing is disruptive.”

“It’s because of how you set your frequencies.”

All along the major esplanade, and in the lake area, and in the industrial parks and residential high rises, virtual structures shattered like glass.

The i-figure went dark.

A thousand holographic government buildings froze and vanished.

The composer said to no one, “I’m just composing. Well, apparently not just.”

—Back in his room at the edge of the city, he said, “I suppose that’s what they mean by a negative consequence.”

He sat down at his computer and turned it on. Before he went to the composing page, he had to click on a sunburst icon and read a government message for the day. It appeared:

“We want everyone to be happy during the lockdown. This is very important. Because much government function is being carried out by virtual assistants, we’ve encountered a disruption in service owing to a segment of Disorder entered into our Net. Please be patient. Repairs are underway. These are learning experiences for us. There is always a certain amount of disordered thought in the environment. Most of it is unintentional. We welcome the opportunity to study such examples. As a member of the educated class, we’re sure you can appreciate the research aspect of our work. Thank you for your patience. Food deliveries will be delayed by a factor of…two hours. Our latest figures indicate 2,147 new epidemic cases have been detected in your sector in the last 24 hours. Re-testing is underway. Please place your hand on the screen now…thank you. You may remove it. Just a moment…we’re unable to process your assay at this time. You’ll receive a message indicating your viral status as soon as the system is up and running again. End of message.”

The composer plugged a small module into the side of his computer. The screen went red. Black letters formed: DISEQUILIBRIUM. He pressed the send key.

The encrypted score of the first three movements of his symphony set out on a rapidly changing zig-zag journey to a series of caverns below cities in Belgium, Switzerland, Germany, Italy, America.

A program consisting of the synthesized instruments of a full orchestra read the score and began to broadcast the music to small groups of people sitting in the caverns…

Exit From the Matrix

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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.

Open letter to Curtis Sliwa and all New Yorkers: fight tyranny or stay down on your knees and suffer the destruction of the greatest city in the world

by Jon Rappoport

July 28, 2021

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You’re Curtis Sliwa.

You’re the head of the Guardian Angels, the group you founded in 1979. Unarmed, you and your people made citizens’ arrests of scores of criminals in New York.

In 1992, you got into a cab in Manhattan, and two mob thugs shot you five times. You escaped. You survived.

Insufficient courage is not a problem you have.

Now you’re running for the office of Mayor of New York. You’ve got nothing more than a desperate puncher’s chance.

Unless you and most of New York wake up to what’s happening to the City, the City is doomed. It’s going to turn into a desolate hulk, a garbage dump of crime and poverty.

I was born in New York. I lived there long enough to know what a great city is all about. That was 60 years ago. Those people are gone.

Now there is a COVID war. I’m talking about the masks and distancing and lockdowns and the massive destruction of businesses and now the expanding vaccine mandate. The people of the City have gone down on their knees to De Blasio and Cuomo and the public health predators.

The bottom line is, Curtis, people either come out into the streets by the hundreds of thousands and say ENOUGH, or the whole show—the whole City—is over.

Beyond a certain point, no matter what you believe this pandemic is or isn’t, you and the rest of New York have to live your lives out in the open, come hell or high water.

NO perceived threat justifies the imprisonment that has been put on the citizens of the City.

You have to see this, Curtis, and you have to go directly to the people and challenge them. Live, or fold up and die.

You have the courage, Curtis. The question is, do you see what’s there in front of you, what’s been there in front of you for the past year?

You have to know there was a time when the people would have shaken off the COVID restrictions and the vaccine mandate like a bad dream and gone about their business. New York would never have bowed down in fear before political tyrants, with barely a whimper.

Now they have. Now many of them are proud of their self-styled sacrifice. They worship the government as if it were a god who is going to keep bailing them out. This is their delusion.

You have to be the revolutionary you once were, Curtis, when you and your people boarded subway trains late at night and defended citizens against criminals because the cops couldn’t or wouldn’t.

The stakes are much bigger this time. Basic freedom. Survival. But you have to SEE that. You can’t pretend the dragon of fascist control isn’t there.

You have to shove the truth in people’s faces. You have to get into their minds and souls and say, DO YOU WANT TO LIVE? LIVING IS COMING OUT OF YOUR HOMES AND TAKING TO THE STREET. A MILLION OF YOU WHO’VE HAD ENOUGH. ENOUGH OF THE LOCKDOWNS AND FORCED VACCINATIONS AND ENOUGH OF THE THREATS OF MORE QUARANTINES.

I don’t know, Curtis. Maybe you’re over the hill. Maybe you’ve become politically institutionalized. I hope to heaven that’s not true. It’s time to land the desperate punch. If you can. If you will.

Remember the old days, when you had half the City in your hand? You, a private citizen, with no big-time official backing? You saw who the bad guys were, you saw they were going free, and you and your friends busted them. Who the hell else in New York would have done that?

Do you still have the electricity?

Rain, snow, floods, wind, crime; people live and go on. COVID is no different, no matter what the bought-off experts say. This is what I’m telling you, Curtis. New York is under a spell. It’s under de facto martial law. It’s in prison and the threat of prison. This isn’t science, it’s tyranny.

There’s plenty of science to show the fascist regulations have been harming and killing far more people than a supposed virus.

You’re 67 now, Curtis. You’re in the ring up against a machine fighter. Puncher’s chance. If your mind’s been twisted, and somehow you think the political bureaucracy of New York can be tuned up to do good, the machine fighter in the ring HAS the bureaucracy in his CORNER. Take a look. Can you see it?

The odds of you winning the race for Mayor are ten thousand to one against. So why not go into a crouch, pick your spot, and swing from the heels? Do it in front of the crowd, so they can see courage one more time. You never know.

Moments have ripples.

Things are never exactly what they seem to be. The book is not completely closed.

Out of the dark walks a puncher who throws caution to the winds. That’s you, Curtis. It has to be.

The Matrix Revealed

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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.

The Delta Variant, the unvaccinated, the two Americas, and other propaganda fabrications

by Jon Rappoport

July 5, 2021

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There is no Delta Variant.

Because there is nothing to vary FROM. In other words, as I’ve been proving for more than a year, SARS-CoV-2 doesn’t exist.

But the vaccine establishment and public health officials are pumping up the Delta hoax in order to convince more people to take the highly dangerous RNA COVID vaccines (genetic treatments).

Their narrative is a threat: in unvaccinated pockets, the Delta percolates and then breaks out, infecting many…followed by a further spread into communities of the vaccinated, where…

It can infect even those people.

Gibberish.

Every covert op starts out with a goal, an objective. Then an action-plan for achieving the goal. Then, the story that will be told to make it seem as if the unfolding actions are “responses to actual events in real time.”

The story about the Delta Variant, for example—from the beginning of the fake pandemic, tales of Variants were always part of the plan, in order to move closer to the goal of universal vaccination.

“When we see the scale of the resistance against vaccination, we’ll give them a Variant narrative, to induce more people to take the shot.”

“Right. We’ll say the Variant is more deadly and contagious than the original form of the virus.”

Another current element of propaganda: “we now have two Americas; the states with high rates of vaccination and those with low rates; this divide is intolerable; we can’t allow it.”

Why not? If millions of ignorant people insist on taking the destructive injection, and a smaller number refuse, and you have bordering states with vastly different vaccination policies and rates, then people have a choice. Live in state A or B.

But choice is not what the establishment wants. THAT’s why they whine and moan and warn about two Americas.

And from the beginning of the op, they knew there would be states with very different vaccination rates—and they knew they would be warning against it.

But wait. There’s more. The propaganda describes people/areas where the vaccination rates are low as: uneducated and Republican, or “people of color.”

All along, the planning involved special targeting of these groups. Demonizing the “uneducated Republicans,” and sympathizing with “people of color” as victims of disinformation.

“You blacks and Hispanics, it’s not your fault you believe the vaccine is dangerous. White anti-vaxxer Devils have been telling you lies.”

The total sum of all this propaganda? “We don’t want to, but in order to save the nation, we may have to institute mandated vaccination.”

The technical term is “layers of bullshit.”

In case you’ve missed the last 10,000 years of human history, political leaders have always called for Unity. It’s been their basic con.

Dissent and freedom of speech have always been afterthoughts, as far as these elitists are concerned.

Therefore, “some people vaccinated and some people unvaccinated” has nothing to do with science (especially since, as I’ve described in dozens of articles, the whole immunization hypothesis is a rank fake). Rather, it has to do with disunity.

“We can’t have division. It would destroy the foundation of this great nation. We must censor dissent from the artificial consensus.”

“Science” is a basic weapon for canceling and burning the 1st Amendment:

“We know what is true. So we don’t need to permit debate. It’s time-consuming, useless, distracting, and harmful. To be generous, we could say people have a right to be wrong, but why bother?”

Phalanxes of overgrown children emerging from colleges without a clue about logic or investigation have a special need to assert the value of their education. They fulfill this need by demanding everyone must follow the (unthinking) science they’ve mastered.

A minor obstacle like the 1st Amendment can be brushed aside as out of date.

“People used to have a right to argue in the old days, before the truth was established.”

The COVID narrative, from 2019 up to this moment, was planned. The art of propaganda involves making that narrative seem as if it’s composed of in-the-moment responses to unanticipated reactions of the public.

And the plan doesn’t require genius or even extensive data collection and profiling. Any reasonably intelligent person could sketch it out on a napkin during lunch. Why?

Because a hundred years of Rockefeller Germ Theory and vaccination lies have tuned up the population to respond to words like “outbreak” and “epidemic” in predictable ways.

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COVID: Martyrdom Meets Fascism

by Jon Rappoport

June 25, 2021

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I have a stack of articles I’ve yet to publish. I wrote this one on April 21, 2021.

Collectivism: “Everybody is connected to everybody. Government decides how they’re connected, and what they must do, to contribute to the Greater Whole.”

Anytime someone tells you…

You can’t exercise your freedom…

Because every move you make adversely affects someone else…

Know you’re looking at a con.

“By walking out on the street in New York without a mask, yawning, stretching your arms, looking at the sky, you’re devastating the life of a man in Bombay.”

It’s the wet dream of every little Collectivist. “We really ARE all in this together. Finally.”

Meanwhile, every corrupt politician sees the opportunity to tell lies and issue edicts on a larger stage. The curtain is going up, and he can sink his teeth into a leading role. He can bloviate to his heart’s content about The Good. He’s fighting a war and he doesn’t have to expose himself to a single bullet from the enemy. He’s Mussolini and he has medical backup.

Political Lefties have been waiting for this moment, too. Workers of the world, unite…it never achieved traction in America. It was a loser. But this; this SCIENTIFIC DICTATORSHIP; why didn’t anyone try it before? It’s such an obvious hole card. We’re all equal, we all carry the virus. Beautiful.

And big money people can gobble up distressed properties and assets at bargain basement prices. Buy a block, buy a town, buy a farm, buy a strip of buildings right through the middle of a city, buy a nation.

“I’m just trying to do my part and help the economy…”

“You know, at first I was thinking of moving out of New York. The rampant crime, the horrific taxes. But then I realized I could buy New York.”

Authors have been launching bad science fiction novels about collective “humanity coming together as one” for a hundred years. There’s an ominous and imminent threat to the planet from an alien force; people of all nations band together and repel the invader.

The authors omit one factor: who is going to run the newly unified planet, and how are they going to run it?

The answer is: people you wouldn’t want to allow within ten miles of your children. How are they going to rule? Mechanically. “Humans are units who need to be trained to think the same thoughts.”

Why is that vicious program hard to understand? Because most people are not independent-minded. They have no history of thinking beyond prescribed borders, on their own, with no concern about consensus.

Therefore, they believe “a little bit of fascism” might be good for us. It isn’t that far from their own ideas and opinions.

As for dumb-as-a-rock mainstream medical scientists, it never occurs to them that COVID case and death numbers are being jacked up, rigged, and faked by every possible means, in order to sell the notion that a virus is attacking Earth.

If this really were a viral pandemic, no faking of numbers would be necessary.

Why WOULD these medical scientists wake up? Their own “science” is forced and artificial consensus. “We who publish in the most prestigious journals are, by definition, dispensing truth. Everyone else is an outlier.”

COVID is a system and a syndicate, pushing collectivism like heroin.

Most political leaders believe the people must be fed a strong diet of maxims, slogans, memes, and headlines. “The masses will always be stupid. Slogans guide and control them. Otherwise, there would be sheer chaos.”

From that basis, collectivism follows. All problems, at the top, are strategic; how can propaganda work to form bubbles of consent?

As I’ve warned for the past 30 years, the medical cartel is the most powerful of all information outlets. It can shape public opinion like no other elite group.

Tests, diagnoses, and treatments are the raw material of the cartel. Shaping that clay into structures of preposterous threats—“a pandemic has reached our shores”—the leverage is magnified beyond the expectations of even the most optimistic propagandists.

Marx, Lenin, Stalin, Mao never dreamed of such a ploy.

“You mean, with media and government pronouncements, and just a modest degree of police crackdown, we can cow a whole population into wearing masks and refraining from public gatherings? We can even order them to submit to house arrest without firing a shot? We can tell workers and business proprietors to shut down and they’ll voluntarily follow orders? A miracle.”

Not only that, the population will believe they’re on the side of justice and truth.

Until the oppressive collective trance expands to the limit of its elasticity, snaps, and the shit hits the fan.

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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.

O Canada, you’ve got medical Nazis; their stench is rising into the sky

Scum

by Jon Rappoport

June 10, 2021

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They’re called the College of Physicians and Surgeons of Ontario (CPSO).

As their home page states, they “regulate the practice of medicine in Ontario. Physicians are required to be members to practice medicine in Ontario.”

In other words, CPSO is THE medical board. They run the show. If practicing doctors make a wrong move or say the wrong thing, CPSO is there to step on their faces and discipline them and even cancel their licenses to practice.

But now a new rebel group of Canadian MDs has emerged. Why? Because CPSO has issued a fascist edict threatening practicing doctors. Read the threat carefully.

College of Physicians and Surgeons of Ontario [CPSO] Statement on Public Health Misinformation (4/30/21): [1]

“The College is aware and concerned about the increase of misinformation circulating on social media and other platforms regarding physicians who are publicly contradicting public health orders and recommendations. Physicians hold a unique position of trust with the public and have a professional responsibility to not communicate anti-vaccine, anti-masking, anti-distancing and anti-lockdown statements and/or promoting unsupported, unproven treatments for COVID-19. Physicians must not make comments or provide advice that encourages the public to act contrary to public health orders and recommendations. Physicians who put the public at risk may face an investigation by the CPSO and disciplinary action, when warranted. When offering opinions, physicians must be guided by the law, regulatory standards, and the code of ethics and professional conduct. The information shared must not be misleading or deceptive and must be supported by available evidence and science.”

WE’RE YOUR BOSSES. YOU DO WHAT WE TELL YOU TO DO. SHUT YOUR MOUTHS. MARCH STRAIGHT AHEAD. KILL YOUR PATIENTS IF YOU HAVE TO, BUT OBEY US.

The new rebels against this monster call themselves the Canadian Physicians for Science and Truth. This is a brief excerpt from their response: [2]

“On April 30, 2021, Ontario’s physician licensing body, the College of Physicians and Surgeons of Ontario (CPSO), issued a statement forbidding physicians from questioning or debating any or all of the official measures imposed in response to COVID-19.”

“We regard this recent statement of the CPSO to be unethical, anti-science and deeply disturbing.”

“As physicians, our primary duty of care is not to the CPSO or any other authority, but to our patients.”

“The CPSO statement orders us to violate our duty and pledge to our patients…”

I wondered what medical treatments, in general, CPSO supports and tolerates. It took me three minutes to find a Toronto outfit called the Centre for Addiction and Mental Health Foundation (CAMH). They promote electro-convulsive therapy. In other words, shock treatment.

In other words, delivering electric shocks to the brain. As a cure for “mental illness.” I call it torture.

Apparently, this treatment is just fine and dandy, but telling patients the COVID lockdowns are criminal is forbidden by the Nazi bureaucrats at CPSO. Saying the vaccine is dangerous is forbidden. Saying masks are useless and harmful is forbidden.

What would happen if these medical rebels, the Canadian Physicians for Science and Truth—say, 10,000 of them—took this war to the wall?

Practiced non-harmful medicine, kept warning their patients about the sociopathic COVID regulations and the vaccine, refused to knuckle under to the Nazi bureaucrats, even to the point of having their licenses stripped and going to jail?

What would happen, as many thousands/millions of Canadians rallied to their side?

I’ll tell you what would happen. Sanity. Revolution. The downfall of the scum.

We’re at Nuremberg 2.0, people. If you don’t know what that means, look it up.

Doctors clear their vision and their brains and do their level best to HEAL, or they follow orders of the Commandants and maim and kill. It’s one side or the other.

In my 83 years, I’ve known a few very good doctors, and a number of The Cold Ones. The Cold Ones administer, without feeling or remorse, the Book of Death.

They’re ice on the outside, and rotting fungus and stench within.

Many of them sit at the top of medical boards.

They turn open societies into concentration camps.

REBEL.

SOURCES:

[1] https://twitter.com/cpso_ca/status/1388211577770348544

[2] https://www.globalresearch.ca/declaration-canadian-physicians-science-truth-2/5744810

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Fauci defends the Crown, descends the evolutionary ladder

by Jon Rappoport

May 6, 2021

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Anthony Fauci woke up in the middle of the night.

In the dark room, he saw a man sitting in a chair and reached for his masks on the night table.

“It’s all right, Anthony,” the man said. “I know you don’t wear them apart from public occasions.”

“Who the hell are you? How did you get in here?”

“It doesn’t matter, Little Anthony. Would you like a banana?”

“What?”

“You’re descending the evolutionary ladder. You’re turning into an ape. You’re losing it.”

“Losing what?”

“The knowledge of freedom, of course, Little Anthony. What it is. How it came to be.”

Fauci stood up, found his bathrobe, put it on, and sat on the edge of his bed looking at the man in the chair.

Recently, Anthony, you expressed annoyance at people questioning you about liberty. You said liberty was not the issue. The issue was public safety and health.

Well, it is. Safety. Freedom from lockdowns is CONDITIONAL. WE, the professionals, decide…

Are you sure you don’t want a banana, Anthony? Maybe a nice peach. They’re coming into season. I think I have a bag of peanuts in my car.

Stop that with the fruit. No one can be free until the virus is under control.

Anthony, remember John Adams? “There is danger from all men. The only maxim of a free government ought to be to trust no man living with power to endanger the public liberty.”

That was in the 18th century. We didn’t have a PCR test then.

How about a bag of grapes or a melon? Adams also wrote, “…mighty struggles and numberless sacrifices made by our ancestors in defense of freedom.” Anthony, you toss aside freedom with a casual shrug—you have no knowledge of the ten thousand years of war fought to achieve even the BEGINNING of liberty—spilled blood, courage…

I’m a scientist.

And that excuses you? Little Anthony, little ape, there is a line that can’t be crossed. You can’t take away people’s Constitutional freedom FOR ANY REASON. You can’t take it away because of floods, earthquakes, volcanos, war, disease, terror attacks.

We did. We did take it away. We imprisoned millions in their homes.

Yes. And you have great confidence as you swing from branch to branch in the trees. But freedom and liberty are on the move again.

I know which side I’m betting on.

You’ve always been on the side of power for its own sake, Little Anthony. Hubris. It delivers blowback.

I don’t think so. America is a nation of cowards and fools. They’re more than willing to surrender what’s left of their so-called liberty.

The ghosts are gathering, Anthony. They’re coming back. The souls who fought for what you want to take away. “Heaven knows how to put a proper price upon its goods; and it would be strange indeed if so celestial an article as FREEDOM should not be highly rated.” —Consent of the governed. The people give it, and they can remove it.

Nonsense. We’re locked into a system.

You would believe that, because you’re so shortsighted. You believe you can call Liberty counterfeit money and take it out of circulation. The Jesuits at Regis High School and Holy Cross College taught you well. Strategy, advantage, deception. You traded your soul for underground skills. And now you’re gradually slipping back into the monarchy of apes.

I have no idea what you’re talking about.

Of course you do. Your old teachers would be disappointed in you, Anthony. You’ve been contradicting yourself in public—about masks, the test, the vaccine. The Jesuits taught you Aristotle. You’ve been violating his logic.

I’m the preferred authority. That’s the overriding factor.

Among the other apes. But among humans, rebellion arrives.

This is always the gamble, isn’t it? I’m shoving in all my chips on slavery.

As I said, Anthony, we spirits are coming back. We don’t like what we’re seeing. We can still disturb the sleepers.

I doubt it.

I woke you from your dream of ape glory.

By the way, have you been tested?

I’m immune. To you.

Even if you have no symptoms and are completely healthy, you could be a COVID-19 case.

Remember, Little Anthony, when you said asymptomatic people never ever drive an epidemic through transmission of a virus?

Well, it turns out I misspoke then.

You mean you let the cat out of the bag. Remember when you said masks are useless? And then you said everyone should wear one, then two, then three, and now one again? Remember when you said the PCR test, when performed at high sensitivity, turns out meaningless results—but neglected to mention that all laboratories do in fact perform the test at high sensitivity? Remember when you said the vaccine was the light at the end of the tunnel? And now you’re saying people have to wear masks after they’re vaccinated, and they have avoid large gatherings?

The people don’t understand these issues. They just accept what I tell them to accept.

You’re doing evil things, Anthony. And like all major criminals, you redefine freedom in the process. You make it into a protection racket.

Well that’s what it is. What else do people want?

You’re living proof that devolution of the species is possible. The land crawlers go back into the sea. The many-celled organism retreats into a single cell. The human opts for apehood.

I want to go back to sleep now. I have to give a speech in the morning.

I could take you on a tour of your past crimes, Anthony. It would be a long trip. But I’ll just let those crimes nag at you. Not because you feel guilt. You know your devious actions were necessary to maintain the structure you’re standing on. And the structure, although it looks firm, is unbalanced. The architecture is all wrong. That’s what keeps you up at night.

Nothing is perfect. Every position carries risks. Only the daring succeed.

You’re an ape with homilies.

The virus has many strains and mutations.

There is no virus, Anthony. You know it. I know it. There is a STORY about a virus. Your ape masters have appointed you salesman of the story. You’re a cheap hustler selling a used car.

I’m the director of the U.S. National Institute of Allergy and Infectious Diseases and the Presidential coronavirus advisor.

Funny thing, Anthony. I called over there, to NIAID and the White House, and they said they’d never heard of you. I asked several people.

Don’t be ridiculous.

I’m serious. One person said, after a search, that a research lab connected to NIAID has a monkey in a cage in a lab. They call him “Fauci,” but no one seems to know why.

WHAT??

—For the second time that night, Fauci woke up in bed. He suppressed a howl and grabbed his phone and pressed a name.

A sleepy voice answered. “Who the f—k is this?”

“Hillary, it’s me, Tony. Tell me I’m the head of NIAID. I’m Biden’s coronavirus advisor. Please.”

“Jesus, Tony, having that dream again? Yes, you’re all that. You’re a big shot. We all love you blah-blah. You’re good-looking, sexy, a goddamn matinee idol. Now f—k off and go back to sleep before I have Bill put you in the psych ward at Walter Reed.”

“Bill wouldn’t do that to me.”

“Not my husband, you idiot. Bill Gates.”

“Shit, don’t tell BILL. Please.”

“You’re our boy. Now go back to sleep.”

CLICK.

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Governor Newsom’s secret conversation in his underground restaurant, where he entertained fantasies of becoming the next JFK—but now he’s on the recall ballot and his boyish grin is collapsing

The fakers are eating their own. Chomp-chomp.

by Jon Rappoport

April 29, 2021

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Governor, it’s official. Recall. They’ve got enough signatures to put you on the ballot.

Those morons! What do they think they’re doing?

Trying to rip you out of office and set you loose on the street like a mutt. It’s time you took it seriously. You’ve been trying to float above it all.

I’m the goddamn governor!

So far.

Can’t you say something positive?

You turned California into a shithole. What did you expect would happen?

Shithole? How dare you—

Look, Gavin, I’m your FORMER advisor. I just put in my letter of resignation. I’ve had enough. But I wanted to talk to you before I left, so I could give it to you straight. Without fear of repercussions. I’m gone. I’m a ghost. But there are a few things you should know.

You’re resigning? Wait a minute. I need you. You can’t just—

It’s done. Too late. I’ve been warning you I was on the edge. But you didn’t listen. Besides, your problems are a lot bigger than me leaving.

They’ll never recall me.

Why not? People are packing up and scurrying out of California in droves. The tax base is shrinking. The state budget? The last time I looked, we’ve got unfunded liabilities verging on half a trillion dollars. The cities are rotting. Homeless camps everywhere. And you want to pay for more immigrants? Come on, Gavin. You’re cratering.

The feds will bail us out.

For how long? The stunt you pulled at the restaurant without a mask—people don’t forget that. They were locked down, and you were happy as a clam. I know you want people to see your teeth and your smile…but come on. Your presidential fantasy is over. You’re not going to become the next JFK. Nobody is.

I’m going to fight. I’m too young to retire.

How are you going to fight? By telling people there’s a new deadly strain of the virus and the economy has to shut down? Florida and Texas are booming. Don’t you get it? The states are in competition with each other. We’re losing. I was watching a baseball game in Texas the other night. They had 38,000 people in the stands. What have we got? A college track meet with two transgender groups of 12 people holding signs and cheering.

We’ve got principles.

Don’t kid a kidder, Gavin. You care about you.

You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? I guess you were a traitor all along.

I was a political opportunist. Just like you. But I saw the end of the road. As now we’re there. Our limo is dead-ending in a pile of shit.

You’re a quitter. Things get a little tough, you bail.

You fell for the COVID scam like you were Fauci’s brother. Lock everything down. Play the prophet of doom. I told you over and over it was a bad idea.

I had my marching orders.

From where?

California and New York were supposed to execute a squeeze play. Move in from the edges and put the whole country in a trance. And it worked.

For a while. But now we’re getting the blowback. Even if you win against the recall, you’re a lame duck governor. Everybody knows it.

You’re looking short-term. I hold markers. People owe me for my COVID work. I can go to Washington. Rehabilitate my career. Get an appointment as an ambassador. Work my way up to Secretary of State. Then Vice-President. After that…

You’re delusional.

There’s a thing called destiny.

Wow. Really. How does that work? God has a plan for you?

The Universe knows where I fit. The Universe is City Hall. You can’t fight it.

This idea comes from where? A weekend seminar in Big Sur?

People with insight.

I don’t know who those people are, but your future isn’t in California. If you’re talking about Mark Zuckerberg, and the time you two had tea and biscuits together, forget it. If you think you’re an operator, Zuck has you beat six ways from Sunday. He uses people like paper plates, and dumps them in the garbage.

Bill Gates and I have an understanding.

He understands that he’s Stalin and you’re a little officer in the KGB.

I locked down California! That’s what they wanted, and that’s what I gave them.

For that, you get a pension and a free pass to Disneyland. More governors are figuring out the COVID test scam. The numbers are cooked. A guy with no symptoms whatsoever and a false-positive result is suddenly a “pandemic case.” It’s complete fiction.

We’ll go with the mutant strains. That’ll scare everybody.

You’re behind the times, Gavin. Day by day, Fauci is earning his stripes as a laughingstock. The man can’t keep his story straight.

He told me I was a warrior in the cause!

Coming from a buffoon, that’s not exactly an endorsement you can take to the voters. You’re living in March 2020. The friggin’ NFL is going to play their games in full stadiums this year.

Not if I can help it.

If you shut out the Rams, Chargers, and Niners fans, you think they’re going to repay you with love? You squeezed their balls. Now they’re going to squeeze yours.

You don’t understand. You’re lost in the details. This is the big picture I’m looking at. The New Normal, the Great Reset. That’s where the action is. Brave New World.

Maybe you’re right, Gavin. But along the way, the heavy hitters have to throw a few bones to the crowd. And you’re a bone. Your political death will satisfy the crazed mobs for a little while. Don’t you see it? You’ve been set up to take the fall. You and Cuomo. Crunch, crunch. The wild dogs are having you for lunch.

I know too much. The show runners can’t just thrust me aside. I know some of their secrets.

Stop right there. That kind of talk’ll get you discovered by the cops, face-down in a Malibu tidepool. Keep your college-boy mouth shut, Gavin.

I was just venting. Didn’t mean it.

I want to go on the record and say I have no secrets. I know no secrets. I know nothing about purported case-number scams or unnecessary lockdowns or vaccine deaths. It’s all conspiracy crap. Are we being recorded?

You never know. But don’t worry. I would never try to lay blame on you. Even though you’re bailing on me in my darkest hour, I stay loyal. Of course, you could reconsider…

Listen, Governor. I have a little black book on you. Dates and places and other restaurants where you sat around with your pals and nobody was wearing a mask. And that $30 billion in Pandemic Unemployment Benefits? The missing $30 billion that went to criminals gangs in foreign countries, because you couldn’t figure out how the hell to distribute it? That scandal could resurface again. I have some interesting reports I could share with the Times.

You do that and I’ll bury your precious ass. The divorce, the custody battle, the hookers. You’ll be lucky if you can get a gig picking up garbage on freeway exits.

Really. Suppose the good citizens of California knew that, at most, seven percent of so-called COVID cases in the state were real cases? How would that play, especially when people learned you’d been briefed on it by those epidemiologists at Stanford? Don’t try to screw with me.

Those guys are crazy. No dice.

The Lancet doesn’t think so. Neither does the New England Journal. It’s all about how the publicity hits the media. Remember, Mr. Good Teeth, that’s my job. Doing PR for you. I know how to rev up media. And that high-speed rail project you shut down? The construction union has 450,000 members. Maybe I should revisit the story and breathe life back into it. You know, the human interest angle. The rail worker who lost his job. His family fell apart. When COVID hit, he was locked down. He started drinking, finally committed suicide. Had no life insurance. His wife and her two kids are living on the street.

Calm down. Take a breath. We’ve been friends for a long time. I’m not going to torpedo you, you’re not going to launch a missile at me. This is ridiculous.

Of course it is. We’re not two scumbags threatening each other. We’re brothers-in-arms. Hi-Ho California. It’s still the land of golden dreams.

Okay, we have a problem. My political future is on the line. At least it looks that way on the surface.

The deeper you drill, the worse it gets, Governor.

Whatever. The point is, we’re in this together.

We’re in a Mexican standoff.

Please. Try to look at the positive side. I want you with me. I don’t want you to leave.

Then you have to open up the California economy. Faster. Before it sinks into the Pacific.

There are too many eyeballs watching me. Important eyeballs. They want economic destruction. How are we going to get around that?

You sold out to them, Gavin. It’s not on me.

The FUTURE is what’s important. A new world. To get there, we have to destroy the old one.

That’s somebody else’s idea, not yours. Face it, you’re short on ideas. You always have been. Your specialty is generalities. You’re basically playing the role of a Yuppie, in a time when all the Yuppies are gone.

Drop the jokes. Do you have a strategy for getting us out of this trap?

I have lots of strategies. First thing, we’ll set you up for a meeting in Washington with Susan Rice. She’s pulling a lot of the day-to-day strings on Biden. He’s lucky if he can’t get from the bed to the bathroom without radar.

What will I tell her?

You’ll spell out the untenable situation in California. You’ll ask for her advice. We want to see what she’s got. Don’t just listen to her words. Listen to the tune she’s singing. Does she think you’re still useful, or does she intend to throw you to the wolves? We’ll go from there. Tell her you have a plan for bringing major corporations to California, but they’ll need serious federal money, loopholes, write-offs, tax breaks. Make the plan sound real. Say you can send her the details.

Makes sense. Good.

And start listening to me, Gavin. I’m not just throwing crap at the wall. You’re in the political fight of your life. This is not going to be easy. We’ll have to invoke some serious partnerships to work our way out of the hole.

What partnerships?

We need money. Lots of money. To inject every which way into the state economy. It’s our only hope. And we’ll have to hide most of it, so no one knows where it’s coming from.

Wait a minute. You’re talking about…?

What’s the biggest state industry that’s off the books?

Shit.

That’s right. Shit. Drugs. My cousin’s bank can put together the meetings for us.

With the…cartels?

Two cartels. They handle most of the freight.

So you’ve been a busy boy.

I’ve been looking out for you, Governor. It’s all about you.

Sure it is. How much have you personally been raking in—

No time for that now. We need to structure and formalize our arrangement with the cartels. And when we sit down with these people, you’ll have to drop your college-boy persona. No smiles. No teeth. No hail-fellow-well-met.

I can get tough, don’t worry.

Yeah, you can try to impersonate a corrupt cop on Blue Bloods. Forget that. Just think of it as business. You’re a dry businessman. It’s all about numbers and details. Are you with me?

Are you with me?

We’re stuck with each other, Gavin. So let’s go to work.

I knew I could count on you to help preserve my career.

Climb down off your high horse. Stop trying to hustle me. I’m not some liberal putz from San Francisco.

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Boris Johnson reveals secret of his hair and the future

by Jon Rappoport

April 23, 2021

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BBX reporter Baldy Maxwell caught up with UK Prime Minister Boris Johnson outside a conference room in the basement of Parliament and managed an interview—

Sir, how do all your lockdowns work together with your Brexit campaign? Is there a connection?

Of course, Baldy. The plan was to leave the European Union and then establish ourselves as a floating Prison Island. I thought I had made that clear from the outset.

Apparently, sir, most people missed it.

Well, then, let me go on the record. Brexit had nothing to do with freedom. It was always about future lockdowns. I suspected that the EU might object to a member country sentencing its entire population to in-house arrest…so the UK had to sever its tie to the EU.

In other words, the plan for imprisonment predated COVID.

Of course. When COVID came along—and by the way, it’s no more troubling than a flu season—I grasped that pretext. People always want a reason for new policy implementation. I gave them one.

However, this leaves the real explanation for the lockdowns hanging. Why? Why put the country in jail?

It’s the logical extension of decades of increasing government regulation. In for a penny, in for a pound. Obviously, the population has wanted greater government control. I made the extra leap. I saw the finish line and I took us there.

So the lockdowns will go on forever?

In one form or another, yes. Immunity passports, cell phone apps, tracking, surveillance, police break-ins, universal guaranteed income tied to behavior. If a person wants enough money to survive, he must obey all rules.

What about people who want to work for a living and earn their money the old-fashioned way?

That’s an extinct system, Baldy. It’s unsupportable for many reasons. We’re in the age of robotics and AI. This is where all the jobs are going. Humans have one indispensable function; they consume. They buy products. They can do that from their homes. They don’t need to be out and about.

Sir, for some time I, and many others, have been wondering about your hair. How it’s done.

Done?

Do you wake up in the morning and get out of bed—rumpled—and leave your hair that way all day?

Again, I thought I’d explained that. Goodness, no. I tried the random rumpled strategy and it didn’t work at all. Variations of an unpleasant nature result from the anarchic approach. I have a stylist. She’s very good.

What does she do?

Before breakfast, she handles my look. She more or less copies yesterday and the day before, and so on. Nothing is casual.

I ask, because it seems to me your presentation is on the order of “oppressed English schoolboy.” You know, the lad who’s mocked and beaten by his mates on a regular basis and is deeply ashamed. And at moments, I’m reminded of a child who’s stolen a plum and been caught.

Right. I fancy that it’s straight out of Dickens. I’m a regretful little thief. I’m brooding over my fate.

Obviously, you like the look.

When I slam the hammer on the population—the fourth or fifth lockdown—it’s always with a certain degree of sadness. Guilt. I want people to sense that, to see it in my hair, face, and manner. At any rate, we all serve the cause.

What cause is that?

Since the end of the Empire, aside from brief respites of heroics, our way of life has been: Suffering. That’s the theme. It’s deep, and runs through all classes.

You’re saying there’s no—

No way out. We stand in line. We huddle. We bitch and moan. Occasionally, we erupt into violence. Our art is making something out of that suffering. I’m the whipped schoolboy in all of us.

Sir, isn’t that in itself a rather pathetic cartoon with which outsiders have characterized us?

Yes and no, Baldy. But you see, now we have a new chance. There is light at the end of the tunnel. We can remake our society in the form of a brilliant machine.

A what?

The New Normal is going to be a functional slot for every person, and a person for every slot. No citizen or immigrant left behind. Technology demands a civilization that, step by step, is planned to provide specific duties for each human—and altogether, those duties integrate and add up to a whole clicking and blinking and whirring Organism.

Orwell? Huxley?

But first, we must break every person down so that his independent impulses are squeezed out of him. Hence, the lockdowns. And that is why I wear my hair the way I do. To register a note of grief about the pain of necessary imprisonment.

I see.

I am a symbol, as it were, of both regret and joy. Because the future will shine. It will contain, after several generations, no scabs or scars. Its perfect surface will reflect our commitment: all for one and one for all and all for all.

Slavery.

Willingly, freely, pleasurably lived.

And if you’re still remembered in that future, sir?

Sipping a glass of tea or whiskey on a quiet afternoon, someone will look at a photo of me and chuckle at my hair and my demeanor. And since all memory of the past will have been deleted by then, that someone will have no idea why I was the way I was.

Just like now.

Perhaps.

You’re Big Brother who’s made himself up to look like Little Boy.

Bingo. You win the prize.

What’s the prize?

Locked down in your home—a delivery of something indispensably British: a watercress sandwich with a whisper of butter on white bread with no crust.

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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.