When I got my first guitar as a teenager I would play it for hours as I imagined myself one day taking the stage. I guarded this instrument jealously; I hadn’t yet learned to share my toys. My brother also liked my guitar and it annoyed me intensely to hear him master a riff in moments that I’d been tripping over for days. (Like some sort of polymath he could also solve a Rubix cube in under 60 seconds.) One day I hit on the answer and put a small padlock on the top string before putting it back in its case. When I returned to it smiling a few hours later I found a second padlock on the top two strings. My cunning plan had been thwarted and my smile disappeared.
Imagine having wealth beyond the dreams of avarice where a similar spat was nothing more than a Kindergarten event. Real training for your role as a Master Of The Universe would involve padlocking people both physically and metaphorically as you moved your pawns across continents like some crazed Atilla. To pass time in your school years you might acquire some programming skills, build a computer or something and learn to bully, cheat and swindle. Entry to such private schools would be by invitation only and would require both oceans of cash and a distinguished lineage; no riff raff.
To go one better than the average toff carving notches on headboards or rifle butts you’d play the long game so that in time you could carve yours on a femur bone. But first things first, no time for hedonistic drunken orgies, champagne fueled raves or teaching your Rolls to swim, you have to focus your megabrain on making money, lots of it. You’d have to scheme far beyond your years of boyish looks when you’d munch your way through business partners and stock market deals until you resembled an ugly caterpillar. Then after a period of justified vilification you’d emerge from your chrysalis as a philanthropist to set about bringing joy and syringes to the needy and unsuspecting.
World population has always been kept in check by the four trustworthy horsemen – Conquest, War, Famine and Death. At around a billion inhabitants the game is manageable so that players can hone their skills across all the continents with relative security from discovery. Then Vasco De Gama and Christopher Columbus begin the age of colonial imperialism setting the scene for resource acquisition and war-gaming on five continents. The Rothschild family of Frankfurt, the de-facto gaming commission of the day, started issuing casino chips to warring parties. ‘Queensbury Rules’ now ensured that carnage was mostly restricted to the labouring classes and that the elites could grow fabulously rich. This ‘mega-monopoly’ game has rumbled on for generations, kept interesting by the periodic introduction of more lethal weaponry and arch villains like Saddam Hussein, George Bush and Tony Blair. But as of 2020 the population hit 7.8 billion and the game has become unwieldy. The built-in Eugenic control of population has clearly failed so it’s time for an upgrade. It’s time for The Great Reset. Enter horseman five – Conquest, War, Famine, Vaccines and Death.
So now in 2021 the rules have been rewritten to introduce ‘War 4.0’. Just as we whiz around the Monopoly board buying up properties before upping the stakes with houses and hotels, we now launch hostilities with a psyops campaign and a bogeyman virus in a programme of State Sponsored Terrorism. Enter our philanthropic hero with his Event 201 rehearsed masterplan for global domination / subjugation. The Technocratic putsch is underway led by a globally coordinated suppression of free speech, freedom of association and accompanied by social shaming and peer pressure. Covid-19 is the gift that keeps on giving. This war fights itself. The irrational fear it induces now allows whole populations to destroy themselves so that ‘Mr Global’ need only pull strings from afar. But as of today The Great Barrington Declaration has 813,000 signatures. This global con has been rumbled. We’ve placed a second padlock on his instrument (virus in his software) and wiped the smile off his face. The only ‘Get Out Of Jail Free’ card he’ll be getting will take him to join Jeffrey Epstein. No Health Passport will be needed.
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