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The confession of a Priest

by Jon Rappoport

May 27, 2021

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This is a work of fiction. It shouldn’t be.

The New York Herald, 6/14/21: My name is Frank Murphy. I’m writing this story about my childhood friend, Father Michael Carl, who has become world famous, because he appeared on television and spoke about the COVID vaccine in uncompromising terms.

I’ve worked as reporter for the Herald for 16 years. During that time, I’ve made confession several times to Michael. The last time was a day before he refused to resign from the Church.

To the best of my memory, this was my recent conversation with him. Read it.

A CONFESSION

—Why are you here, Frank?

I’m pulling on a string, Father.

Short or long?

It’s longer than I thought it was. It starts with what everybody’s talking about. The vaccine.

Right. I’ve read several of your articles.

I quoted experts who say it’s safe and effective. But now I see those claims are wrong.

And you blame yourself?

My confession is not exactly on my behalf.

What are you talking about, Frank?

The other New York papers, the news networks, the Vatican, the Pope—

I see. You’re a saint now, asking me to forgive OTHER sinners.

No. I’m not asking for any kind of forgiveness. I’m asking for justice.

You know, I’ve had other people come to me with this sort of thing.

What sort of thing?

The delusion that they’re responsible for the whole world.

The vaccine is dangerous. I’ve seen reports the government won’t release to the public. It’s a lot worse than people think. It’s a disaster. Horrific.

Assuming what you’re saying is true, what do you want from me?

I need advice. The Pope is telling all Catholics to take the shot. What does he know? Nothing. He’s part of the problem.

Which problem is that, Frank?

Let’s call it an apparatus: the authorities who are pretending the vaccine is safe. The Pope is involved.

Knowingly? He’s making statements he’s sure are untrue?

Yes. That’s my opinion.

Well, Frank, many people would say he’s going with the tide. He’s on a wave. The Church makes decisions based on public opinion.

I thought God’s opinion ranked first.

It should, but we don’t live in that world. Our institutions, including the Church, are committed to Collectivism.

Meaning what?

Meaning the first priority is believing THE GROUP is paramount and THE INDIVIDUAL and his conscience mean nothing.

What about God?

He helps those who help themselves.

I’m not hearing that from the Pope.

And you won’t. He’s…

He’s what?

He’s put himself and the Church into captivity.

I never thought I’d hear you say that.

When I was younger, I never thought I would.

So you and I are in the same boat? How did that happen?

We took a step back and looked at the corruption.

Why do you stay in the Church?

To hear the confessions of people who are troubled.

So you’re a rebel inside the system.

I’m the same person you’ve known since we were children.

The Pope is corrupt.

OF COURSE he’s corrupt. He’s looking the other way whenever he needs to. He’s the CEO of a major transnational corporation called the Church.

Pedophilia, child rape…he would be looking the other way on those crimes, too.

I assume so.

You wouldn’t look the other way.

I’m not going to become the Pope.

Why don’t you speak out against him?

I’ve been considering it.

I came to you for advice…but you’re in a worse situation than I am.

Maybe.

But you’re a priest.

What does that mean? To me, it means I pray for God’s guidance. That’s all. And I try to do the right thing.

According to the Church, being a priest means a lot more than that.

I ignore the inessentials.

Suppose the Pope sends you a message ordering you to recommend the vaccine to your congregation?

I’d ignore it. And that message has already been sent. The Pope has made the Church’s position clear.

So do you have any advice for me?

Do the right thing. Make your views known. Write what you believe is true.

Then lots of people would think I’m crazy.

Wear that as a badge. If the world believes you’re nuts, you’re making progress.

What makes you…different?

It remains to be seen how different I am. But I’ve never taken my robe and status as a license to steal the truth and hide it.

So if I show you documents about the vaccine, and studies—you know, evidence that it’s dangerous and ineffective…

If your evidence makes sense, I’ll go public with it.

You will?

Why wouldn’t I?

A little thing called consequences.

It’s too late to worry about that.

I never expected to hear all this from you.

You never brought up what you’re bringing up today.

So you’ve been waiting for me to catch up with you.

We’re not in a contest, Frank.

What keeps you going?

My faith. THE LOST SHALL BE FOUND.

Meaning what?

It means the people we love and the ideals we love…that are taken away from us…they’ll be restored. We’ll find them again.

And if they aren’t restored?

Then we’re living in an artificial prison, and we’ll have to force our way out and search for what we lost.

Against all the odds?

That’s right.

I came to you to talk about one thing, and now we’re talking about something else.

It’s all one proposition. We’re in a corner. We need to come out fighting.

You think God wants us to?

It’s hard to believe He wants us to be passive.

Even if the whole Church goes down?

I doubt you or I will decide that. But we can remain true to ourselves. Jesus threw the money changers out of the Temple. I think he was having an off-day when he said “render unto Caesar the things that are Caesar’s.”

After all the years we’ve known each other, why is this the first time we’re talking about these things?

Because Caesar recently locked down—imprisoned—a major piece of the planet. I thought the Pope would have something serious to say about that, but I was wrong. Naïve. I was deluding myself.

And now you’re not.

Maybe you and I have arrived at a similar place, Frank.

By coincidence?

If Las Vegas posted odds on such outcomes, I think they’d be long against coincidence.

Maybe we should consult the Pope about those odds.

Unfortunately, he’s too busy with other matters.

The Church is too big.

The Church, governments, foundations, secret societies. You can’t even get an audience with the Devil. He’s in meetings.

You tried to put in a call to him?

I once talked to a serial killer. He came to me. Looking at his face was quite an experience.

But you were bound by the seal of confession.

Fortunately, the day after our conversation, by sheer accident, the police picked him up.

By accident.

That’s my understanding.

Who do you confess to?

God.

Does He listen?

I believe He does.

How do you decide whether a person is evil, a coward, or just an idiot?

Every seminary student should have to wrestle with that question. I work well in close quarters. That’s why I’m in the confession business. Put someone in front of me, let me talk to him, and I think I can make a pretty good assessment of his character. At a distance, I’m not as competent.

I should find a way to bring Andrew Cuomo here.

Give me a half-hour with him, and I’d have a reliable report.

How do you assess my character?

You’re serious, but you hold back. You want to keep an ace in the hole. You want to win the Good Housekeeping Seal of Approval. That’s why you’re talking to me.

You’d rather I make up my mind what to do on my own?

Of course. I’d be a fool if I didn’t. Because that’s what it comes down to anyway.

I thought people were supposed to take their inspiration from the Church.

From God.

The Church is a lot easier to find.

That’s why it has so much money.

I vote for you to declare a Schism and found a Church Apart. Become a Pope in Exile.

We’re in a bad time, Frank. My bosses are corrupt. So are yours.

Did God create us with a conscience?

The core of one. But we have to develop it. And then guide ourselves with it.

I’m leaving this folder with you. It has the information about the vaccine.

If I’m convinced the case is solid, I can get on television. I have a way. I can talk directly to New Yorkers. The Catholics, in particular, will pay attention.

Are you sure you want to do that? What if something happens to you?

Tell people to call the Pope. Pull him out of his meetings with accountants and lawyers and PR flacks. If I find myself in the next world, in the afterlife, I’ll pay you a visit and tap you on the shoulder. THE LOST SHALL BE FOUND. Now let’s go have a drink and talk about the Yankees and the Mets. And summer afternoons on Coney Island Avenue…

Those were better days.

Maybe not. Now, today, we have a chance to show what we’re really made of.

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.

Coronavirus and Island X-24

by Jon Rappoport

May 14, 2021

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Note: I wrote and published this piece of fiction a year ago. It was the story of an isolated group of people living on a small island. They were essentially a control group: free of all COVID restrictions and medical measures.

In real life, you’d think the public health experts in charge of monitoring the “pandemic” would have assembled their own control group.

After all, since these experts were willing to test, trace, treat, and lock down a significant portion of the planet, shouldn’t they have observed what would happen to a population they left completely alone?

Shouldn’t they have tested “the other side” of their hypothesis?

“We need to see what happens to, say, a thousand people who might contract COVID-19, if we don’t test or treat them, if we don’t tell them to wear masks or distance. This would be a group who live together in one location, who interact with each other…”

But no, this was never done. In fact, there were, and are, many places around the world where people are still living free of COVID measures. Public health agencies don’t report convincingly on their health status.

Why not? Obviously, because if such a group, or several groups, remained healthy, the whole mad notion of the pandemic would begin to collapse like a house of cards.

Hence, this piece:

Coronavirus and Island X-24

There was a small island.

Amazingly, it had never been claimed by any country. It just sat there. It was inconsequential. Geographers were irritated that it had no name. In 1998, they named it X-24.

123 families lived there. They had emigrated from 14 countries.

During the 2020 onset of the trouble in China, 19 citizens escaped the lockdown in Wuhan and found their way to the island in a small makeshift boat, which broke into pieces near shore. The resident families rescued them, welcomed them without fanfare, and offered them housing in huts on the north side of the island.

People on the island practiced agriculture on their tiny farms, and they raised chickens and ate eggs. There was no government. The families met once a month to discuss any issues that might have arisen since their last meeting. They did not vote. They used common sense. They were sensible people. They had no ideology. They had no phones, no computers, no electricity.

One of the newly arrived Chinese women explained, at a meeting, the coronavirus, the epidemic, the lockdown, the testing. She asked whether anyone was concerned that her people might have brought the virus with them. The people of the island looked around at each other and shrugged. They didn’t seem interested.

Three weeks later, an article appeared in the mainland Chinese press about X-24 and the 19 escaped Wuhan residents. It was picked up by a wire service and then republished by a number of outlets around the world. It did not become a big story.

However, a boat soon arrived at the island. A Chinese official and an American public health officer from the CDC stepped off. Several conversations ensued. The two bureaucrats were concerned that the virus might have come to X-24. The residents said they didn’t travel, and they didn’t even fish. Why not? No one had an answer. The bureaucrats took samples of rainwater from a backyard container. They took a look at all the X-24 residents and saw they were healthy. They took throat swabs from the new 19 Chinese residents. There was a bit of tension when the Chinese official told these Wuhan escapees they were living illegally on the island and should return home. The Chinese residents said they wouldn’t, but they had no intention of causing trouble. The visitors left.

A week later, at a meeting in government offices in Wuhan, CDC and Chinese scientists told a deputy mayor of the city that nine immigrants on X-24 had tested positive for the coronavirus. A call was immediately made to the public health and safety office of the national government, and the news was reported. Two hours later, a message came back: leave the people on X-24 alone for now.

The government in Beijing took up the X-24 issue in several committees. A decision was made. Drones would do high flyovers and surveil the island. No one would be permitted to leave it.

Three months later, with the world in lockdown, a small elite government committee met in Beijing. The news: all the residents of X-24 were going about their daily business. No sick people were observed, even among the elderly. No one had tried to leave the island. No one was practicing social distancing. People met and mingled as usual. A CDC/WHO message was read: It expressed concern about X-24. People who were positive for the virus couldn’t be allowed to live outside the limits of control. Something needed to be done.

Three weeks later, X-24 residents observed a group of armed boats approaching. Maneuvers were executed, and the craft made a ring around the island. They sat about 20 miles offshore. They stayed there.

This operation was noticed by the press. The X-24 story made a brief limited comeback. INFECTED PEOPLE LIVING ON AN ISLAND. QUARANTINE FORCED. A few reporters tried to get information on the condition of the X-24 residents. They couldn’t.

CDC meetings took place. The gist was: These people remain healthy. There is no sign of trouble. No disease. No illness. “What happens if THIS becomes a story?”

The issue was kicked up to the Chinese and American military. Very private meetings took place. “We could launch a drone missile attack and wipe them out.” “We could send in a kill-team.” “How about a massive fire? Drop a few incendiaries.” “Spray them with nasty chemicals. They’ll have a hell of time trying to breathe, they’ll foam at the mouth and die.”

But in the end, the military held back. A message from a carefully guarded private source came down the line: “Leave them alone. Remove the stupid ships. Observe from drones. Do not attack. They rate as experimental subjects. They constitute a control group. By CDC projections, at least a few of them should become ill. So far, that’s not the case.”

…A year later, on X-24, the Chinese woman, who had originally told the island residents about the coronavirus, wrote in the diary she had been keeping, “The mainland madness is just a faint memory. My mother here is 93. She is reasonably healthy. A few people get sick, as a matter of course, and then they get well. Nothing unusual. There were two deaths last year. A French woman and an American man. They were both in their 80s. I helped their families make them comfortable at the end. I saw no sudden illness of the lungs. I liked all these island people from the start. I feel close to them now.”

Old habits die hard. She looked around her small cabin, as if some government authority might be present. She walked to the pile of stones arranged in the corner, where a low fire was burning. It occurred to her there was no reason to continue her diary. She bent down and placed it in the flames and watched it for a minute. The past was past.

Nothing untoward had happened on the island.

Back at the CDC, a private analysis was carried out. Nine mitigating factors were listed to explain why no one on the island had fallen ill from the virus. The conclusion was the island was not a proper representation of the real world. The analysis was sent up the line to the guarded source who had ordered the ring of ships to back off. He read the CDC analysis.

He sent back a message. “I wasn’t asking you to cover your ass or justify your role in this fiasco. Your so-called mitigating factors are a crock. Apparently, you’re unable to be honest. So let me send you my analysis. The people on X-24 didn’t get sick because they didn’t get sick. Remove promoted fear, diagnostic tests, treatment with toxic drugs, and other damage falsely labeled as COVID, and you have nothing. I see why you were disturbed about the story of X-24. But then, accounting for healthy people who stay healthy has never been your strong suit, has it? You’ve gone too far. I should set my hounds loose on you.”

A colleague of his walked into the sauna, picked up a pitcher of cold water and poured it on the rocks. Steam rose and the rocks hissed. Wrapped in white sheets, the two men sat side by side.

“Did you tear them a new one?”

“I gave them something to think about. These people are incorrigible. They really are.”

“When our friends arrive tonight, we’ll discuss the situation.”

“Yes. Recess is over. The bureaucrats interrupted business. Products must flow. Money must flow. They don’t understand we’re the engine of the world, for better or worse.”

“We’ll school these little bureaucrats. They parade around thinking they’re princes. They’re going to pay.”

The steam spread. The men were invisible.

That was the story I wrote a year ago. Unfortunately, the “little bureaucrats” and the men behind them haven’t paid. The real-life versions of the big-time businessmen in my story (in the sauna) haven’t made a move to stop the economic ruination. Why? Because they don’t have the courage. And they prefer to gather at the government money-trough with their hands out.

But free people are out in the streets in larger numbers.

They see each other.

They know what freedom is and isn’t.

The Matrix Revealed

(To read about Jon’s mega-collection, The Matrix Revealed, click here.)

Jon Rappoport

The author of three explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED, EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, and POWER OUTSIDE THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. He maintains a consulting practice for private clients, the purpose of which is the expansion of personal creative power. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free NoMoreFakeNews emails here or his free OutsideTheRealityMachine emails here.

A child chooses a new skin color in the technocratic paradise

by Jon Rappoport

May 7, 2021

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Month 12, 2039: Court Hearing 10456 in the Western Region of United North America (UNA).

Mr. Campbell, while you were sequestered, I spoke with your child, James.

Yes, Your Honor.

James told me he wants to change his skin color because he thinks it’ll be “cool.” I asked him whether he had any other reason for his decision. He said no. He’s eight years old.

That’s right.

We have many precedents. In the Region, there are more than 32,000 children under the age of 10—some as young as four—who have chosen to undergo a change of gender. Puberty blocking drugs, counseling. In every case, it was the child’s decision that was considered paramount. The opinion of the parents was irrelevant.

I understand, sir.

This situation is somewhat different. Now that we have the technology to produce a complete change of skin color in a single treatment, safely, with no adverse effects…

Are you sure there are no lasting problems?

Yes, Mr. Campbell. I’m sure. I want to hear your objections to your child’s choice.

Obviously, my family and the wider community have a rich cultural history. African American, and before that, African history. But James wants to have WHITE skin. Aside from the massive protests that would break out if his request is granted, in America it is more or less taken for granted that whiteness is racist. Those are my objections.

Yes. Mr. Campbell. On the other side of the argument, there are many influential and powerful groups who demand that a child should make his own life-altering decisions. If I rule against James, we can expect outrage from those groups.

So what do we do, Your Honor?

We run the numbers.

I don’t understand.

The government has extensive profiles on every citizen. We utilize algorithms to predict which court decision will provoke the most trouble and blowback. Actually, those calculations have already been made.

And what’s the result?

Either way, I would instigate an unacceptable level of public uproar. The numbers suggest ruling against James’ choice, but only by a very slim margin. A statistically negligible margin. In such cases, we try to look for another course of action. A third way.

Have you found it?

Yes. We can put your whole family into protective custody.

For how long?

Indefinitely. Until we are satisfied that your child is content to keep his birth skin color. If that ever happens.

What is protective custody in this situation?

First, I secretly rule in your favor. No white skin for James. Then we transport your family to an undisclosed location. We assign you a job. You settle down in a remote spot with your family and…live.

How remote?

We’ve selected a military installation on a small island close to Guam. Forty people are stationed there. They are the only people on the island. You’ll be assigned to work compiling reports in the satellite observation group.

What about James?

You’ll home school him. His mother will. James will not be allowed to leave your property.

Will anyone know what happened to us and where we are?

No. Potentially, the situation is too volatile.

Do you realize how absurd all this sounds, Your Honor?

Of course I do. But looking deeper, it’s quite in line with the edict to prevent social upheaval by any and all means necessary. That’s the overriding concern. In our civilization, people are shifted from location to location all the time, in keeping with their assigned jobs, their conditioning, and the overall pattern of Integrated Population Function. As we say, a position for every person, a person for every position. Yours is just an extreme case of the principle.

What about my monthly allotment from the government? And my social credit score?

Your score will remain the same—in the high range—as long as you follow orders. Your Universal Guaranteed Income payment will be doubled, as an incentive, and as compensation for any psychological effects stemming from relocation to an isolated environment.

I’m a black man. Of the 40 people on the island, what’s the racial distribution?

Eighteen are black, fourteen are white, five are Hispanic, and three are Asian.

Will I have an opportunity for promotion at work?

Yes, but the options are limited. You can advance from a 32 pay scale to a 39. That’s in addition to the doubling of income I just mentioned.

I have a suggestion, Your Honor. I’d like to spell out our new life to James, and see how he feels about it. Maybe he’ll change his mind about the skin color change.

I’ve already spoken with James and told him what to expect. He still wants to opt for white skin.

Suppose he becomes depressed and angry, when he finds out he can’t change his color?

James is going to receive three virtual sessions of conditioned-reflex therapy a week, from here on out.

Is it painful?

Only if he rebels.

This case of my son—it’s called “competing interests.” Correct?

Yes, Mr. Campbell. And adjudication is made on the basis of the doctrine of State Good. What enhances the State? Our flow charts prove that increasing government power benefits the individual, in the long run.

I once wanted to study the law. I don’t suppose there is any chance I could—

No, Mr. Campbell. We have too many lawyers. Most court cases are now conducted in this setting. The relevant citizens and the judge are the only participants.

Your Honor, why can’t you rule against my son and be done with it, instead of sending us to a remote location in the Pacific?

We’ve already gone over that. In this Region alone, there are 42 million people who demand that a child’s decisions concerning identity be honored and followed. They would come out into the streets if I made a public decision against James.

Yes, sir. I’m frustrated.

I can understand that, Mr. Campbell. But what you want or I want doesn’t matter. We contribute to the Whole. That’s all that counts. It’s really mathematics. Once we understand what the Greatest Good is, we can calculate the value or harm of any action on that basis.

May I be frank, Your Honor?

Yes.

Last Halloween, James painted his face white and ran around the neighborhood pretending he was the Joker from the old Batman movies. That’s how all this started. He had fun. That’s all we’re talking about here.

Yes, we have the surveillance video. Nevertheless, your son is now adamant about his choice of skin color. We can’t turn the clock back and say it’s just a Halloween prank.

Your Honor, suppose a year from now James decides he loves that TV character who has a metal hook for a hand? Suppose James wants a hook?

That would be an easy determination. He could have a surgical procedure to remove his hand and replace it with a hook. It’s his choice. A child’s wishes must be honored.

Suppose I myself want a hook?

You’re an adult. That’s an entirely different situation. I would have to consider the case carefully. Why would you want the hook?

Because it looks cool.

I doubt I would rule in your favor.

Why?

An adult should know when he is making a frivolous request. A child is more focused and single-minded. For a child, there are no frivolous requests.

And that matters?

Yes. There is much legal precedent to support the sanctity of childhood wish-fulfillment. To cite just one example, any four-year old can obtain vaccination without parental knowledge. The child can offer a doctor or nurse informed consent.

But in this case, you’re ruling in my favor and against my son.

Only because granting your son’s choice of skin color would create massive social upheaval on a wide scale, once it became news.

Your Honor, do you ever wake up in the middle of the night with the thought that we’re all crazy?

No, I sleep well. During the day, when I hear cases, when I look around me, I KNOW we’re all crazy. But you see, that’s a good starting point. THE LAW is what we create to work our way toward sanity.

And you believe we’re succeeding in our effort to become sane?

Of course. Otherwise, I would retire and tend my roses and imbibe drugs to dull my senses.

Have you ever considered outright rebellion?

—The judge smiled and shook his head. He banged his gavel, walked down from the bench, and as he passed Mr. Campbell, he deftly passed him a folded slip of paper.

Later, at home, Campbell unfolded it. A message read: “We’re all trapped in a dream.” A local address was listed.

James was elected as a judge for mock disciplinary hearings at his school.

When he turns eleven, he’ll enroll in online training for surveillance work. He could have a bright future in that sector.

I see.

His…shall we say, disposition for rebellion can be re-channeled to good use. Outliers often become ardent advocates for State policy.

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.

An American city is burning on television

by Jon Rappoport

April 15, 2021

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In the city of Poreattle, it was all police lieutenant Eddie Lace’s fault. He dreamed up the scheme during the third straight night of riots, in which two citizens were shot and killed, four cops seriously injured, and more than dozen stores torched and burned to the ground.

Eddie had intelligence reports on local Antifa leader, Martin Jackson. He had met with him several times, and knew Jackson had insights into “the new revolution.”

So Eddie had four of his men go to Jackson’s home, wait for him to return from the burning and looting, and grab him as he was getting out of his car. They brought him to a small cottage on the outskirts of the city.

Guarded by the four men, Jackson sat in the living room, where a hidden camera was already rolling. A live stream was going out online.

Eddie walked into the room and sat down.

—Lieutenant, what am I doing here? Lost your mind?

You’re a smart guy, Martin. I wanted to have a meeting with you, because I hope we can set up some rules of engagement.

That’s not going to work, Eddie. There are no rules.

You’re smarter than that. Two sides can always come up with something beneficial…

You mean a compromise. No dice.

(At this point, a computer tech at a local TV station caught the live stream, quickly alerted the station manager, who, eager for ratings, decided to interrupt a cooking show and pick up the stream and send it out to viewers. A larger network, sensing the possibilities, cut into its own sports talk program and picked up the stream as well and beamed it to its audience.)

Everybody compromises, Martin. Come on. There are certain venues you wouldn’t dare touch, right? They’re off-limits. Your bosses wouldn’t appreciate seeing them burn to the ground.

Bosses? What the hell are you talking about?

You mean you exist on penny-ante donations? Antifa is just doing charity work?

“Antifa isn’t an organization, it’s an idea.”

Good one. One of my men who’s in the hospital right now was hit with an idea. What I was hoping to do, Martin, was set up boundaries in the city. You can operate in a couple of spaces, but nowhere else.

Forget it.

Where did you go to school, Martin? Stanford?

Columbia.

That’s right. It slipped my mind. You majored in animal husbandry.

Journalism and political science, Eddie.

You read the speeches of Martin Luther King.

This isn’t MLK or even Malcolm, Eddie. This is burning everything down. Don’t try to put that civil rights stuff on us. That’s for old men who live in the past. They think we’re trying to earn our piece of the American dream. Useful idiots.

I guess I’m behind the curve.

You’re not even on the map. When we finish off the country, we’ll start over from scratch and build a different one.

From the ashes.

There’s no other choice.

So you’re not going to be making any appeals to Joe Biden.

He’s lucky if he can find his way from the shower to the bedroom. He’s rotting like a banana out in the sun.

When Kamala takes over, maybe you’d like to sit down with her.

She’s just another hungry politician. A better puppet. Wise up, Eddie. We’re doing a squeeze play. A pincer movement. Can’t you see it? Or are you just another dumb cop?

You’re talking about COVID plus your riots.

Good boy. Very good. Lockdowns on one side, riots on the other. Keep people bottled up in their houses. Huddled masses, yearning for food delivery.

The economy’s starting to open up.

Temporarily. But there’s another wave coming. We’re just getting started.

You’re the shock troops. If the courts and politicians don’t fall in line with what your bosses want, you burn down things. It’s an old game, Martin.

Stop with the “bosses.”

Some of the richest people in America are backing your action.

You don’t know what you’re talking about.

A smart guy like you, Martin, and you don’t even know you’re Rockefeller socialist.

This is what you brought me here to talk about?

The men you think you’re bringing down are funding your operation. It’s a joke.

You’re just bitter because your department is being defunded.

Speaking of maps, I could show you fifty big houses in the Roman Hills District—if you attacked them, money would start flowing right back into the police again.

Let me ask you this, Eddie. Who authorized you to make a deal with us? To stage riots in a few select areas.

Chain of command. But the order came down from the Mayor.

The Mayor is willing to sacrifice, say, the commercial area we hit tonight?

Part of it. The low end. Not the expensive shops. Not the box stores.

And if I agreed, my people would be working with the city to destroy a piece of Poreattle.

You could look at it that way. The Mayor wants to limit the damage.

And how about an added payoff? Could we get a line item in the city budget?

A “take a knee” item?

Sure. Why not? Let’s make it official. Antifa is hired to perform demolition, as phase one of the city’s renewal program.

“Antifa has been awarded a contract to help gentrify older sections of downtown. A new department store bearing its name will be built on the site of former run-down blocks.”

Okay, Eddie, can I go home now? I want to catch the eleven o’clock news.

So you’re sticking with your agenda of razing the whole city.

Wouldn’t you, if you were me?

That’s the thing, Martin. Who are you? Columbia University graduate in journalism and political science. Let’s see—wrote an undergraduate dissertation on the 1968 Chicago riots at the Democratic National Convention. Lived in Detroit for three years. Married a schoolteacher, separated. Questioned but never charged—cocaine possession with intent to distribute, arson, burglary. Then you show up in Chicago on some kind of traveling fellowship from the Taice Foundation. You’re hanging out with hard cases in the Southside Cobras, who distribute heroin for the dregs of the Sinaloa Cartel. You send a few of those boys to Poreattle to set up shop, while you make a quick trip to Hong Kong and Huainan on the Chinese Mainland. You arrive here two years ago, and your Taice fellowship is renewed. Taice is a conduit for George Soros money, and also receives grants from the Human Ecology Group, which was once a front for the CIA. We have local files on your gang pals from Chicago. Seems they’re out in front, leading several riots here in the city. When pressed, they identify themselves as community organizers. And one more dime: the Mayor’s sister sits on the Taice Foundation Board. She’s an attorney. She once helped clear the way for a Presidential pardon of Sally Roth, who was serving a 40-year sentence in federal prison, in Lexington, Kentucky, for planting a bomb in the US Capitol Building in 1986. You’ve met with our Mayor on at least two occasions. The first time was at a small dinner party at her home, last spring.

You’re a busy boy, Eddie. All that amounts to a circumstantial case building up to a charge of nothing.

Just trying to figure out who you are and what connections you’re leveraging.

I’m a citizen fighting for the rights of the oppressed. I came to the conclusion that all the usual channels of appeal run into brick walls.

And those rights will be won after you burn down the country.

If that’s what it takes. I find friends and supporters where I can.

Like the Taice Foundation, a billion-dollar operation. Their main guiding lights come from a few of the richest families on the Upper East Side of New York and Southampton.

As I said, I find supporters wherever—

And you’re using them. They’re not using you.

Why would they use me? They’re the moneyed class. They feel guilty. They give away cash to people like me, to assuage their guilt.

You really think so, Martin? For the last hundred years, people like them have been buying people like you.

That’s ridiculous.

They want more control than they already have. They won the capitalist game and turned around and decided that no one else would win. They want all the power at the top. Call it what you want to. Socialism, Communism, Fascism, the Corporate State. They want to destroy and then rebuild everything below them so they can rule it all from the castle on the mountain. You’re doing their work for them. You’re a foot soldier in the Great Reset.

Bullshit.

Somewhere in there, Martin, you might have a few good motives—in addition to being a con artist and a hustler and, now, a career criminal. But you’re a pawn in their game. That’s all. They don’t feel guilt. In private, they laugh at you. Let me give you some of their names. The Moran Graemeness family of Wilmington, Delaware. The Ferry-De Housetelers of Greenwich. The—

THE ONLINE AND TELEVISON LIVE STREAMS WENT DARK.

The conversation between the two men continued—

Okay, Eddie, suppose I imagine that I’m an agent. I drank the Kool-Aid. I took the bait and the money. Without knowing it, I ended up working for the ultra-rich. What makes you think I’m the only one?

Meaning what?

What about the other side? The extreme right-wingers. You don’t think they’re working for somebody, too? Some of them?

The thought’s crossed my mind.

It should.

In that case, Martin, we would be talking about knowing and unknowing agents planted in the ranks of Left and Right, white and black…

Yeah, we would be talking about that. Let’s say, just for the sake of argument, that you and I are both being fooled on some level.

One of us could end up shooting the other.

I don’t like to imagine this war between us is synthetic, cooked up.

Nobody likes the idea of being caught up in the middle of a con.

A long con.

Here’s something else to think about, Martin. We’ve got “defund the police.” We’ve got the Southern border of the country operating like a sieve. We’ve got the COVID restrictions for the past year. All those people locked up in their houses, going a little nuts. What do they want? Drugs. Who can come across the border like it’s a walk in the park? Drug traffickers. Defunding the cops means it’s a lot easier to sell drugs. The Antifa actions against the cops—what’s that distracting attention from? Gangs in the black communities. What do those gangs do? Sell drugs for the cartels. Drugs are a trillion-dollar business. Who makes out like a bandit besides the cartels? The banks that wash the drug money. Who are the ultra-rich connected to? The banks.

So…like they say, who benefits?

And like they say, follow the money.

This is why you brought me here, Eddie? To talk about this?

I hate you. You hate me. We go to war. The big money makes more money. The country goes down the toilet. You want to be a hero, I want to be a hero, but we’re pawns on the board when we step back and look…

I want to go home and get drunk and forget all about this conversation.

But you’re too smart to forget.

So what do we do?

We keep talking. We put more pieces together.

Something’s not right.

Or left.

Something’s playing both sides against the middle?

It’s an old game. It wouldn’t be the first time…

The Matrix Revealed

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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.

The essence of The Great Reset

by Jon Rappoport

April 6, 2021

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Wikipedia: “John Dewey (October 20, 1859 – June 1, 1952) was an American philosopher, psychologist, and educational reformer whose ideas have been influential in education and social reform. He was one of the most prominent American scholars in the first half of the twentieth century…Dewey was one of the primary figures associated with the philosophy of pragmatism and is considered one of the fathers of functional psychology.”

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen and other genders. I am Field Marshal Hermann Mao Octavio Pinochet Dulles, Chairman of the Joint Philosopher’s Committee of the World Economic Forum, the Bilderberg Group, the Trilateral Commission, the CFR, and the CDC/WHO.

You are distinguished financiers, professors, scholars, heads of government, attorneys, judges, journalists, doctors, social media CEOs, and pharmaceutical princes.

Tonight, I will be interviewing a hologram of the late John Dewey, the foremost educator of the 20th century, philosopher, and leader of the still-vital Pragmatist movement.

We will take up the thorny problem of free speech. And deeper still, the meaning of meaning.

This event is sponsored by Snacker Cracker Whacker, a weight-loss munch between meals for the quasi-active lifestyle.

And now, please turn on John Dewey.

Hello, Hermann. Thanks for having me.

Hello, John. Delighted to see you. Were you able to peruse the documents I had my secretary send you?

Suffice to say, Hermann, I believe I’m caught up on the blizzard of developments since my departure.

Good, John. We need you more than ever.

I can’t disagree, Herm. The Prime Directive is ORGANIZE. And that Directive is being violated from Nome to Tierra del Fuego.

Sad but true. Let’s jump right in. What about censorship, John? People are breaking out into opposing camps on the issue.

Blanket censorship, Herm, is a necessary pause, in order to allow us to study hesitancy.

What sort of hesitancy, John?

The reluctance to define and describe OCI.

What is OCI?

The Organization of Categories of Information.

Aha.

Indeed, Herm. Every piece of information that has ever been produced, and is being produced, must be collected, and placed into distinct categories—which are then evaluated on the pragmatic principle of instrumentality.

John, remind our audience what that principle is.

Of course. The meaning of any statement—aka piece of information—is nothing more than the practical use to which it can be put. That is what meaning IS. Period.

And therefore, we must ask, “Who is in charge of deciding ‘practical use’?”

Herm, many possible practical uses exist. Someone has to determine which use is paramount. For example, consider the statement, “Vaccines are life-saving.” The factual accuracy or inaccuracy of that statement is entirely beside the point. What matters is, who is deciding how to use that statement. Let us say it is the CDC. In that case, the statement, “Vaccines are life-saving,” means, “Everyone must get vaccinated.”

And, John, we WOULD want the CDC to be in charge of deciding PRACTICAL USE in this instance.

Yes. I can certainly see that you would. What I’m talking about here is a complete restructuring of language itself, of what language MEANS.

We’ll explore that in a moment, John. But first, what happens to the people who are claiming that “Vaccines are life-saving” is a gross lie?

They would be censored, of course. Because they’re trying to assert their power to decide the practical use of the statement about vaccines. Their practical use is: don’t get vaccinated.

I see. Censor them.

Otherwise, meaning itself collapses into a muddle of competing interests.

Right, John. Yes.

Restructuring language involves redefining the meaning of meaning. Anyone should be able to see that. The meaning of any given statement or piece of information is: the practical and pragmatic use to which it will be put. A statement has no other meaning.

Truth and falsity are outmoded concepts, John.

That’s correct. They’re a waste of time and effort.

John, your analysis strips things down nicely.

During my life, I had many enemies. They opposed instrumentality. They preferred their own slovenly models of meaning.

We’re in a position to correct that now, John.

I hope so.

If the State takes over language itself, John, we have a chance to revolutionize the process of thought.

Herm, that is indeed a solution. And after careful consideration, I believe it is necessary. We would start with the courts.

Really?

Yes. All verdicts would hinge on the practical use to which criminals can be put. A thief, if he proves he can stir up enough trouble, would automatically be defined as innocent.

In that instance, John, the thief becomes an instrument of chaos?

Yes, chaos—the breaking down of traditional order—permits new forms to enter the scene. New forms of thought and definition and language. The meaning of JUSTICE undergoes a complete transformation. Henceforth, justice is defined as an action which adds to State power by seeming to promote equality.

We must ponder that last sentence deeply.

Herm, JUSTICE must be taught in schools from a very early age. It is defined as “equality of outcome.” Every person is granted the same benefits and penalties in life, regardless of his talents, ambitions, skill, discipline, dedication, imagination, creative impulses.

However, John, we must make it seem we are bringing the oppressed peoples up to the level of everyone else.

Yes, Herm. It’s a bait and switch. Every word in the language becomes an instrument for executing that bait and switch.

We have much, much work to do.

Herm, words are instruments. People are instruments. There is no such thing as “an individual.” A person is an opportunity to advance an agenda.

If I’m catching your drift, John, you’re suggesting we have two basic classifications of language. One is for us. We know how words are actually used and what they mean. The other classification is for the masses. They’re taught meanings that appear to equip them to gain equality and power—but in the end, they obtain no power.

Correct. If they did gain power, they would use it in disorganized ways. As I said at the outset, what is sadly missing from civilization now is ORGANIZATION. It must be overall and very specific. Every word and item and person must be folded into a coherent and coordinated and unified structure.

And, as you say, John, it all starts with language. The meaning of meaning. I’m not sure I’ve understood everything you’ve said today, but I’m trying.

Good, Herm. Remember, free speech really means the right and duty to use words as instruments, for the purposes designed by those who run things.

Yes.

Imagine this, Herm. Every child, in kindergarten, is taught the definition of the word “I.” Every child memorizes that definition and recites it over and over. “I am an instrument. I am useful. I serve a purpose. I disappear into that purpose.”

But a very young child will have no idea what he’s saying. John.

It doesn’t matter. As he repeats it over and over, from one grade to the next, he will get glimpses. Those glimpses will become clearer. He will see a new reality taking shape. What does CAT mean? It means “how you can use a cat.” What does BOOK mean? It means “how you can use a book.” Herm, we have to replace things with words, and replace the meanings of words with new utilitarian meanings.

This goes very deep, John.

Thank you, Herm. Down through history, all the truly great philosophers have wanted to remake the world.

One question, John. If all of us here today had been indoctrinated in the new and improved version of language, would the conversation you and I are having now have the same shape?

Of course not, Herm. It would be stripped down and streamlined. You and I would be uttering brief phrases, more or less like the old telegrams of the past. You would utter three words, I would utter four words, rapid fire, and we would grasp the instrumentality of our mutual meaning. BUT for us, Herm, that day will never come. We will continue to speak and think as we do now. This restructuring program is for everyone else, for the masses. THEY are ones who need complete reeducation. Think of those of us who are gathered here today, and our trusted colleagues, as the meta-people. We hover above the rest of the population, modulating their style of comprehension. We are injecting them with the vaccine of new language, in order to prevent DISORGANIZATION.

Could you provide an example of a word or a phrase, as the masses would use it, and then as you and I would use it?

Of course, Herm. The word VIRUS. To the masses, that word is already pregnant with instrumental meanings. VIRUS equals threat, fear, danger, infection, contagion, need for masks and distancing and lockdowns and business closures and economic wreckage and government bailout and testing and tracing and vaccination. You see? That’s what VIRUS MEANS. But to you and me, it means an imaginary construct never proven to exist, never isolated or actually sequenced, which is USED to accomplish a manner of social destruction which will then lead to the imposition of greater ORGANIZATION.

Yes, John, now I’m really beginning to understand the principle of instrumentality.

Freedom is the enemy of organization.

John, what you’re saying is illuminating our understanding of technocracy.

Herm, technocracy began as a movement led by engineers. For them, instrumentality was the core of life. They were builders. Equations, methods, materials, ideas—the engineers accepted science ONLY in so far as it helped them build structures. Practical use. Pragmatic purpose. So naturally, they applied that point of view to government, the economy, politics…

The engineers were already pragmatists.

Yes, Herm. They saw the vision of a better world. A world in which every human would be used and controlled as an instrument for constructing civilization as a leak-proof system.

And that, John, is what we are doing. Every human fitted into a designated slot. That is the essence of the Great Reset.

Yes.

It occurs to me, John, that in the years since your departure from Earth, you’ve come to new insights about freedom. In your earlier days, you were a proponent of the wide sharing of ideas among all people.

Herm, those of us in responsible positions are always wrestling with the concept of freedom. It’s the wild card in the deck. A system is a system. You can’t define it fully if you want to retain that wild card. Freedom doesn’t fit anywhere. It isn’t a slot. Worse, it leads to…it multiplies the number of unpredictable events. Freedom is a corrosive acid that eats into perfection.

What you just said, John, applies to you yourself. You’re a hologram. You were designed by AI. That design had to make you into a system with no leaks. Correct?

Interesting point, Herm. People like to claim that AI creations have freedom and choices, but is that really true? As a hologram, I have options WITHIN A PRE-PROGRAMMED FRAMEWORK. And each one of those options is governed by my practical and instrumental use. And somebody decided what that use was.

Therefore, John—

Therefore, I’m an instrument. I fulfill the meaning of what an individual IS. In the future, we want all individuals to be similar instruments.

Yes, John, that’s my point. You, the hologram, give us the model for future humans.

Well, Herm, that brings up a question. If humans are programmed in the same way I am, will they be content, will they be happy? I’ll answer my own question. We must consider happiness itself an instrumental function. That is to say, we must program humans to believe happiness is what they already have. Happiness is whatever state of mind they’re IN. Do you see?

I do see, John. I think that’s an excellent place to leave our conversation for now. Thank you so much for being with us.

Thanks for having me, Herm.

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.

Devil’s deputy talks with Klaus Schwab

by Jon Rappoport

April 1, 2021

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Hi, Klaus. Satan asked me to drop by and have a chat with you.

How’s he doing?

He really wants to get The Great Reset off the ground. World fascism. Universal Guaranteed Income tied to social credit score.

We’re working on it.

He knows you and your people at the World Economic Forum are pushing as hard as you can.

I was hoping you’d have an update on my suite of rooms in Hell. The construction has been underway for a year.

The workers are almost finished, Klaus. I’ll send you photos soon. We want to get the virtual landscape right. You look through any window and you see the Swiss Alps. Installing the weather changes…there was a minor problem with the transition from winter to spring, but I think we’ve fixed it.

Good.

We could be looking at a problem with the NBA, Klaus. Reports of slaves making sneakers in China are piling up. The NBA players are supporting “social justice” protests, but they’re wearing slave-made shoes on the court. If ESPN covers the story…

I don’t think that’ll happen. Too much ad revenue at stake.

It’s tricky, Klaus.

I’m heading to China next month. I’ll speak with Xi Jinping.

See if you can get a few minutes with Michael Jordan.

How is the Hell on Earth operation proceeding?

Well, Klaus, we may need some help from your computer engineers. We have measurement problems with the current algorithms. The hundred-year plan is to remake Earth so it mirrors Hell in all respects. But how do you calculate progress toward that goal precisely? There are thousands of variables. Of course, in general, we’re succeeding. But we’re scientists. We want to be able to apply precise numbers to our reports. Satan is a stickler for numbers. MIT, Harvard. He has that background.

I have sharp people. Keep me posted. I can lend them to you. —Listen, I’m worried about the vaccine.

We’re keeping a close eye on that. Fauci continues to screw the pooch. He’s out of control. Ego. He contradicts himself every few days. We may have to sideline him. Give him a medal, a Nobel, and put him out to pasture. Which new fake virus are you considering for the next phase, Klaus?

We’re thinking about a rerun of Ebola and Zika. Both. We already have lots of prior propaganda built up on them. The hemorrhaging and bleeding symptom of Ebola scares the hell out of people. It’s useful. All we have to do is increase antibiotic usage and the spraying of organophosphate insecticides and, voila, we produce bleeding. It’s a winner.

Good. Because the “new COVID strain” fantasy isn’t selling. Are more lockdowns coming in America?

We’re trying. I don’t want to see large crowds at NSCAR, and college football next fall.

Keep testing these athletes, Klaus. Every day, if necessary. Jam that long stick right up into their brains to get samples for the PCR.

So why are you really here? What does Satan want?

This is secret society stuff, Klaus. Need to know only. Keep it strictly confidential.

Of course.

Hell is overcrowded. It’s a serious problem. As we told you a long time ago, people come here because they WANT TO. They’re not consigned. In the last year, we’ve had a major influx. We investigated. Turns out it’s the Reincarnation Hesitancy factor. Fewer people want to return to Earth for another life. And they’re scared about the entrance requirements for Heaven, so they show up in Hell.

Why are they hesitant about reincarnating?

The increasing chaos on Earth. But the big reason is: they don’t want to be reborn as infants and take all the childhood vaccines. They know the shots are highly damaging. Who wants to go through a whole life in some kind of grotesque brain-injured condition?

I see. Well, how can I help?

We want your people at the World Economic Forum to launch a new global religion. Not overtly, of course. Use cutouts. But the theme of the religion is reincarnation. Use some corrupted form of Hinduism as your guide. Insist that reincarnation is mandatory. It’s the path to enlightenment. People have to come back, over and over, until they learn every lesson that enables them to transcend the need for a human form. You get the idea.

Interesting. You know, with a combination of mandatory vaccination and mandatory reincarnation, we might really have something. A one-two punch. A squeeze play.

These days, the Gates of Hell look like the US Southern border. Lots people struggling to get in. We can’t process them all. So we’re sending them all for preliminary programming, as a first step.

What kind of programming?

It’s basically the US public education system. After a few months, the average IQ drop is 20 points. Then we assign them to meaningless desk jobs. But this is only a temporary solution. We need more supervisors to handle people individually. The trick in each case is getting the proportions of pleasure and pain right. When we do, we can keep a person for about a thousand years, before he drifts away.

I wish you could just raise Hell up to Earth and install it wholesale. It would make our work much easier.

We’re doing that on a limited basis. It’s called China.

The Beijing regime is working on a 20-year plan to surveil, in real time, every square inch of the whole country. Indoors and outdoors. It’s quite ambitious.

Their latest innovation is swarms of small spy drones disguised as doves.

I’ll put a few people to work drawing up plans for a new world religion. We might be able to add a few wrinkles to mandatory reincarnation. While on Earth, know your place. Live out the life you’re assigned. This fits nicely with the technocratic overview: every human is given a slot in the System, for the benefit of all. That kind of thing.

I like it, Klaus. A “scientific” version of “accept your fate.”

The new religion is safe and effective.

The Church of Biology.

DNA determines destiny.

Throw in a promise of GMO humans. “You can accelerate your path to enlightenment, reduce the number of your reincarnations by submitting to gene alteration.”

A whole new set of vaccines that alter DNA.

It’s good to brainstorm with you, Klaus. Get busy on this.

Say hello to Satan. Tell him thanks for my immunity passport. I look forward to being able to travel back and forth between Hell and Earth on a regular basis.

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.

One cheese glob, indivisible, with deception and takeover for all

by Jon Rappoport

March 31, 2021

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SF Weekly, 3/14/2012: “[During the Cold War] The L-shaped [CIA] apartment boasted sweeping waterfront views, and was just a short trip up the hill from North Beach’s rowdy saloons. Inside, prostitutes paid by the government to lure clients to the apartment served up acid-laced [LSD] cocktails to unsuspecting johns, while martini-swilling secret agents observed their every move from behind a two-way mirror. Recording devices were installed, some disguised as electrical outlets.”

The CIA comes to town.

The Senate Committee for Public Trust held a secret hearing, to determine whether the White House and, indeed, the Congress, had violated the separation-of-powers principle enshrined in the Constitution.

Had the traditional walls between the states and the federal government been violated beyond repair?

Late in the afternoon, the Chairman of the Committee introduced a surprise witness, James Williams, a CIA executive.

—Mr. Williams, you understand we’re focusing on a bill currently before the House, which would increase federal COVID assistance and economic stimulus. Several trillion dollars are at stake.

Yes, Mr. Chairman. I’ve read the bill.

Since the CIA plays no role in this issue, please explain why you’re here today.

I received an order from the Director to engage with this Committee.

Again, why?

Because my Agency would like a piece of the action. We feel we’re underrepresented.

Piece of the action?

Yes. This bill before Congress is a landmark operation. It gives federal money to the states at levels no one has ever contemplated before. Money for COVID testing and vaccination, for education, for highway construction, bridges, tunnels, for paying off state debts, including giant budget deficits and pension fund shortfalls. There is money in the bill for colleges and universities, churches, foster homes, prisons. There is money that would allow poverty-stricken families to buy homes. There is money for sports teams, clubs, non-profits, farmers. Money for expanding Welfare so it applies to every citizen. Money for medical research institutes, for libraries, animal rescue facilities, insurance companies, data processing corporations.

We get the idea, Mr. Williams. You can stop now.

And the amounts of money are staggering. The federal government is pouring a Niagara of cash and credit into all 50 states.

Yes? And?

It’s clearly an effort to federalize the states. To bring them into the fold of the central government. To erase what’s left of their independence, once and for all. It’s a gigantic bribe, a payoff, under the cover of parading as a COVID relief and stimulus package.

Well, I wouldn’t exactly—

But we at the CIA are getting NOTHING. You see, Mr. Chairman, we’ve operated, since 1948, as an independent Agency. We’ve ignored subpoenas from the Department of Justice. We’ve refused to appear in federal court on charges. We’ve trampled and traipsed all over the world, doing exactly what we wanted to do with no federal monitor on our actions—and we’ve screwed up badly on dozens of occasions. Frankly, we’re a failure. We take most of our intel from public sources, like newspapers. Now we want to be swallowed up by the federal government just like the states. We want you to take us over. We’re looking for money to seal the deal.

That’s absurd.

Why?

First of all, your budget is enormous, and most of it is secret. Congress has no idea how you spend the money. Second, we’re not running a peace treaty conference here. This bill is about funding for the STATES. The CIA is not a state.

You want to eat and digest the states with enormous forced bribes, so they don’t exist anymore. There’s a provision in the bill that would force the states to submit to federal control of all elections—how they’re run, who runs them, who counts the votes, who can vote, mail-in and Internet ballots…the whole nine yards.

We want to ensure vote integrity.

Don’t kid a kidder, Mr. Chairman. Anyway, I’m empowered to offer the Congress full access to the CIA’s books and records. The details of every operation we’ve conducted since our inception. You can do anything you want to with those records. Expose them, hide them, burn them, blackmail people with them. The Agency SURRENDERS to the federal government. We’re total screw-ups. We want in. We want the kind of money you’re giving the states. We want to be Welfare recipients. Big-time.

You’re telling this Committee the CIA wants to get down on its knees and lick our boots and humiliate itself for money?

Absolutely.

How much money?

We want three trillion dollars up front and another three when our surrender is complete.

Plus you offer a full secret statement admitting the CIA has done far more harm than good for the past 80 years?

Yes. Not a problem.

Did you kill JFK?

Allen Dulles handled that individually. It was his op.

What about RFK?

We used cutouts. They screwed up, and we covered for them. We leaned on the LAPD, who were investigating the murder, and they cooked the evidence.

All right, listen. Yes, this bill before Congress IS, in fact, an effort to erase the states. We shower them with so much money they give in and go along with every single federal program we saddle them with. We unify the country. Nebraska does exactly what New Hampshire does. Kansas does exactly what New York does. Florida does exactly what California does.

That’s what the so-called pandemic was FOR. Right, Mr. Chairman?

Financially speaking, yes. The country had to be brought to its knees before we could get this bill passed. The economic picture had to be so dire, the states would cave in and trade what was left of their independence, in return for major money. Money the likes of which they’ve never seen before. This bill isn’t COVID relief. It’s a mob payoff. Only in this case, we’re the mob and we’re making the payment. No skin off our nose. The money is invented out of thin air. As usual.

Well, Mr. Chairman, that’s what we, at the Agency, thought. We were blown away when we realized it. You’re pulling off the kind of operation we could only dream of. You make us look like pikers. Amateurs.

Coming from a man like you, Mr. Williams, that’s high praise.

Not really, sir. I could tell you lots and lots of stories about our failed ops. Blown covers. Agents we thought were ours who turned out to be doubling. If we had anything to recommend us, it was our enthusiasm. We enjoyed subverting governments and staging revolutions and assassinating enemies. It was fun. But we were always short on smarts. And after the Cold War was over, we were screwed. All dressed up and nowhere to go.

The CIA is already part of the federal government, of course. So what would this takeover look like, Mr. Williams?

As far as the public is concerned, nothing would change. But under the surface, we would take our marching orders from Congress, from a special committee that tasks us with specific operations inside the US. For example, as you erase the 50 states, we’ll pitch in. We’ll help bring their legislatures to heel. We’ll infiltrate the governors’ offices and make sure they’re toeing the federal line. The money you’re laying on them is the key, but a lot of details will have to be worked out. State officials aren’t all going to fold up overnight.

I don’t know, Mr. Williams. The FBI and the Justice Department aren’t going to jump for joy when they see CIA people carrying out domestic ops from Alaska to Florida.

That’s the thing, Mr. Chairman. We see what you’re doing as part of a larger merger.

Meaning what?

Look at all these federal agencies. How many are there? Does anyone know? They cooperate with each other in some ways, but they also compete and protect their turf. They’re very inefficient. The whole federal government should be merged, like a giant cheese glob. From the top. From the White House and Congress.

Don’t just eradicate the states. Combine all the federal agencies as well.

Exactly. We could help there. We have dossiers on hundreds, if not thousands of federal officials. We could apply pressure.

What about the news media?

Mr. Chairman, we’re already very well positioned inside the news business. But with your backing, we could tighten up that sector, too. Make their relationship with the federal government even closer.

Big, big picture? You’re talking about something on the order of a 20-year plan, Mr. Williams. This is a complete overhaul of the nation.

Yes, sir. That’s how we see it.

You want to climb on our bus and ride it all the way with us.

Yes.

It’s quite a vision.

Thank you.

Just out of curiosity, who at the Agency came up with this idea?

A Russian defector we’ve been keeping under lock and key for 50 years.

Really.

He has a lot of time on his hands.

There’s another way to go, Mr. Williams. We could just surrender to China. They’re much better at organizing than we are.

We thought of that, but we don’t believe their methods would be acceptable to the American people. They come down all at once on the population with tremendous force. And they’ve been holding a grudge against the West since the Opium Wars.

The first problem I see, Mr. Williams, is the Pentagon. They fancy themselves as a separate Empire.

Sure. But you’re already making great progress there. You’ve got them installing so many social justice programs their heads are spinning. It wouldn’t surprise me to see them build a transgender Special Forces outfit based in San Francisco.

We could increase their budget, with strings attached.

Absolutely, Mr. Chairman. Double it, on the condition they merge with CIA, NSA, and the State Department. I admit, it would be tricky, but over time, with the right people in place, wonders can be achieved.

Now you’ve got MY head spinning. The federal government is so large. Trying to reconstruct it as one massive integrated unit…I don’t know. I wouldn’t want this to degenerate into some kind of clown show.

We believe the key is the Department of Justice, Mr. Chairman. That’s where the overall plan would go. Into creating Justice for All. By our definition. With the right slant on propaganda, we could bring every social justice program under that roof.

“The federal government is all about securing real justice for every man, woman, child, and the other genders.”

Correct. All federal roads lead into and out of the Department of Justice.

A new dawn.

Fifty years from now, Mr. Chairman, no one will be able to recognize the America we’re experiencing right now. This America will be gone. In its place, a much different operation. What you and I would consider the absurd upper reaches of preposterous propaganda about WHAT PEOPLE DESERVE AND WHAT IS RIGHT FOR THEM TO HAVE…that will be par for the course, like having a stove or a TV set.

Mr. Williams, something in me rebels against what we’re envisioning. It DOES seem as if we’re clowns describing our new circus.

Believe me, at the CIA we know all about clowns. We’ve cooked up and launched operations you couldn’t imagine. From a distance they were so crazy, you’d think we were living and working in an insane asylum. And yet…some of those operations succeeded. And when they did, they transformed governments and people’s states of mind. That’s the key. CAN YOU CHANGE PEOPLE’S MINDS SO THEY ACCEPT LUNACY AS NORMAL?

Well, can you?

Look at America these days. It’s happening under our noses. Government officials and news outlets are saying and doing things that, 15 years ago, would have been laughed at and ignored, as the ravings and psychotic outbreaks of madmen.

I guess that’s reassuring. Or very disturbing. I’m not sure which. Just the other day, I read an article about a court backing a six-year-old child’s “reasoned decision” to take puberty blockers…

Actually, Mr. Chairman, you could trace that all the way back to the 1960s. We had an op we called CK. Crazy Kid. It was a long-term program based on the premise that children were wisdom creatures, the most intelligent members of society. What kids saw and wanted was what adults should follow and provide. Let me lay out the general pattern for you. You get various groups to believe they need all sorts of rights and rewards—the weirder and more outrageous, the better. It’s clear that only one entity can provide these rewards—which are characterized as necessities. And that entity is the government. The government is positioned as the leading edge of a multi-front social revolution. And we’re back at JUSTICE. That’s what everyone wants and demands. So you give it to them. But you convince them that the specifics of Justice are completely foreign and bizarre, contrasted against traditional norms. This is how you create a new society. And it IS a clown show. It’s designed that way.

That’s frightening, Mr. Williams.

It looks frightening until you’re in the middle of it for a while. Then it seems normal, like the latest fashion, or form of music. Which takes us into another old propaganda op called Cultural Relativity: There is no single standard. Every culture or group has its own practices, and we must respect them. That was one of the first modern clown shows. People call it Marxist, but it’s really TAKEOVER. That’s all. Doesn’t matter what you call it. Somebody’s got to run things, Mr. Chairman. May as well be us.

Now I’m suddenly feeling confused. Listening to you, Mr. Williams…I don’t know…I’m torn…maybe we should vote DOWN the bill before Congress, and instead preserve what’s left of the independence of the states.

Why would you want to do that, Mr. Chairman?

I’m not sure I want my children and grandchildren to have a president who says he’s three different genders at once.

But, as I say, your grandchildren will believe that’s NORMAL.

Then I have an obligation, now, to try to protect them.

That would be a losing proposition, Mr. Chairman. You’d be fighting against the tide of history. And by history I mean propaganda.

This vision of yours, Mr. Williams. Remind me? Why would we follow it?

For the same reason you’re trying to erase independent states. CONTROL. Control over the population.

And we achieve that by—

By controlling minds. By planting in minds the idea that all sorts of rights and all sorts of forms of justice are absolutely essential. Bizarre forms, to be sure. Group A has the right to bring their miniature genetically engineered pet zebras to work every day, because in their native country, zebras are sacred. Group B has the right to obtain, free of charge, a surgical procedure that places an ornamental third eye in the middle of their forehead—because they came to America from a country where the third eye is the religious symbol of wisdom and the god Ooblahdee.

Mr. Williams, I’m leaning the other way. I think you’re arguing against yourself. You’ve gone over the edge. We should reject your offer of CIA surrender. You’re terrifying. Controlling people and their minds—there must be a limit on that.

Me. Chairman, I think you’re too late.

Why do you say that?

Because, if the world is to be made over into a New Normal, you can’t have one highly visible nation that still has significant freedoms and values which elevate THE INDEPENDENT INDIVIDUAL. Especially not America. We have to drive all Americans crazy.

And who is this WE?

The CIA. And its associated partners. That’s why I’m here today, Mr. Chairman. To tell you that you should go along with our plan…

A plan to produce sheer widespread insanity.

Insanity that, in time, will look entirely average.

Mr. Williams, if Congress erases the 50 states and brings them under total federal control, and if people like you are the leading edge of federal government, then I would want to leave all the states to their own devices—in the hope that they will somehow preserve the America envisioned in the Constitution.

Well, Mr. Chairman, in that case, this is a war. A culture war. So my question to you is: how much money—or other inducement—is it going to take to bring you over to our side?

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Biden sleeps, perchance to dream

by Jon Rappoport

March 30, 2021

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In his bed in the White House residence, President Joe Biden sleeps. He begins dreaming. A familiar figure appears. A man in a dark suit. Biden has seen him many times in his dreams over the years. The man is not God or the Devil or an angel. He is a messenger. From where? Unknown.

All right, Joe. It’s time for another one of our chats.

It’s YOU. I don’t know whether I’m up for it.

Sure you are, Joe. You know me. I give you things to think about.

That’s what I’m afraid of. My thinking’s not so smooth these days.

I can see that. You had a few close scrapes at the press conference.

If I hadn’t known the questions in advance, I could have gone off the rails completely. For a second there, I thought I was in Iowa.

They dragged you across the finish line in the election. But here you are. You’re the president.

For how long? A few nights ago, I dreamed Kamala was a vulture.

She is, Joe. But she’s not your enemy. Vultures just perform clean-up operations, when it’s time. They’re like machines. They carry out their programmed functions. You’re okay, for now.

And Barack keeps hovering. He’s not exactly my friend.

Well, Joe, remember what you said about him in 2008: “I mean, you got the first African-American who is articulate and bright and clean and a nice-looking guy. I mean, that’s a storybook, man.”

I was just riffing off the top of my head.

You tend to do that. Your brain aneurysm in 1988. Pulmonary thrombosis. Two surgeries. That’s a heavy load, Joe.

I can think and speak clearly, and then I can’t. The drugs must have side effects, too. Sometimes I feel like I’m walking through a sticky web. And did you watch those news bastards after the presser the other day? They actually complimented me for standing alone at the podium and having the list of reporters’ names all to myself. I mean, it was as if they were talking about a guy in a nursing home.

They’re trying to cover for you, Joe. But they’re incompetent. They end up sounding patronizing.

The news business has gone to hell in a handbasket. Have you taken a good look at Lester Holt? He’s Lurch, from the Addams Family. And Chris Wallace? He’s a dead ringer for a slimy bookie I once knew. Went to jail for shaving points in college basketball games. He cheated at golf, too. One time on a public course in Delaware…

Easy does it, Joe. Now let’s get down to brass tacks. Starting with the Southern border.

The border? What’s wrong with it? Is somebody changing the map?

Here’s the thing. Lots of people are realizing you have no ceiling on immigration. None. You could bring in enough people to vote for Democrats in the 2022 election…and the Democrats would win by a margin of 10 to 1, and you’d STILL let in more migrants.

California has lots of room. With all the fires and droughts, they have a huge amount of empty space there. Barack told me—I think he got it from David Rockefeller…by the way, how’s David doing these days? I haven’t heard from him.

He’s dead, Joe.

Really? Are you sure? I didn’t see an obit.

He’s dead.

Well, okay. Anyway, what was I saying?

Barack told you…

Right. The plan is to flood the US with so many immigrants that only the government can rescue the country. Something like that. Government will be the largest employer by far. Hell, we’ve been heading in that direction for some time. They had me sign this thing. At least, I think they did.

I’m trying to keep up with you, Joe. What thing did they have you sign?

Green socialism. The 30 by 30 project. In ten years, the federal government wants to control 30 percent of all land in the US. We’ll make sure the energy use on that land is clean and renewable.

You know that won’t work, Joe. Solar and wind can’t replace oil, natural gas, and coal. It’ll be a disaster.

Not my problem. It’s up to the smart engineers to come up with solutions. It’s amazing what people can do when you put pressure on them. Have you ever seen a wind farm? All those giant poles and the propellers spinning? Some spin, others are quiet and don’t move. Why is that?

The quiet ones are broken.

Really? Why don’t they fix them? I’ll try to remember that for my next briefing.

What do you think is going to happen when the government tries to take away gigantic amounts of land from private owners?

The news’ll have a field day with it. But they’ll support me.

Let’s move on. Do you remember saying Antifa isn’t an organization, it’s an idea?

I said that?

Yes.

It’s an interesting thought.

It’s demonstrably false. As riots keep breaking out across the country, all sorts of people are going to bring up that Antifa quote.

Doesn’t matter.

Why not?

I’ll be on to other issues. Like taking the guns away. Outlawing them.

But in the face of riots, people will want those very guns, to defend themselves.

Tell that to George Floyd.

What?

People with guns shot George Floyd.

No they didn’t.

They could have. They would have.

AGAIN, moving on. You should be careful about following Fauci. He’s making so many blunders even the press is starting to ask questions.

Hey. He’s the doctor. I talked to him about my personal situation the other day. I think he was surprised the medical team is changing my dosages so often. Trump isn’t still living in the White House, is he?

No. He’s gone.

Once in a while, I think I see him going around a corner in a hallway. But I don’t mention it to my Secret Service people.

That’s good.

COVID can go on forever.

Joe, the whole country will sink into oblivion. The governors can’t keep closing businesses and declaring lockdowns. Things have to open up and stay open.

Things will stay open. Didn’t you listen to my press conference? We’re going to stage a giant FDR public works program. Repair the national infrastructure. There’ll be millions of good paying jobs.

How are you going to do that, if people have to wear masks all day and stand six feet apart?

I’ll have Fauci issue a special dispensation. But I believe we can put up plexiglass shields between the workers. You know, during my campaign last year, a few people told me I was the next Franklin Roosevelt.

This public works infrastructure program is going to cost trillions of dollars.

The Fed Reserve people say that’s no problem. The money pit is very deep.

More countries are trying to detach themselves from the dollar. They’re losing confidence in it.

So what? We’ve got leverage. We’ll stop selling them toys.

What?

You know, kids’ toys.

They come from China, Joe. And anyway, that’s not—

Makes no difference. The Chinese president understands I won’t take any guff from him. I mentioned that the other day.

He’s stringing you along.

He might think he is. But I’m holding aces.

What aces?

The Tennessee Valley Authority. TVA. If we finish building the dams by the deadline, we’ll generate so much electricity the Chinese will be rocked back on their heels. It’s the Japanese I’m worried about. If they get the oil they’re looking for, their military will take over the entire region. That’s why we need more Naval strength. Which translates into more jobs for Americans.

You’re Joe Biden, not FDR.

Don’t you think I know that? I just put us back in the climate picture. We’re on board with the Paris Accords again. By the time I’m through, people will be calling me the second black president.

What? Why?

Because social justice is coming on like a tsunami. Do you know how we can defund the police and build up their strength at the same time?

No, Joe, I don’t.

It’s called volunteerism, which made this country great. The new police will be staffed by the people who’ve been oppressed by the cops. They’ll work for nothing, part-time, and keep crime rates low. Another way to look at it is…the people who are going to jail will become law-enforcement. That cuts crime by half right away. We have bright MBAs from Harvard. They can work out the details. The great thing about being president is, I can stick with big ideas. I don’t need to fill in the blanks and write up reports.

Joe, stop it. You’re wobbling.

I’m the template for a new leader. I’m the surreal president. The Salvador Dali of the Oval Office. Get it? I keep people off balance. No more business as usual. I dream my way through my first term, and in my second term I bring the hammer down. No more Mr. Nice Guy. I make chaos and then I solve it with order. I’m not as wobbly as you think I am.

So that’s your strategy?

You bet. I present America with unsolvable problems. A whole host of off-the-wall propositions. I drive people crazy, and then later I bring them back to sanity. I’ve studied history, my friend. This is how it’s done.

You’re crazy like a fox?

That’s the ticket.

I never would have known.

See, I even fooled you.

I’m having a LOT of trouble keeping up with you, Joe.

You’re a good test case. If you can’t stay the course with me for ten minutes, imagine what’s happening to the rubes and yokels in the hinterlands.

They’re angrier by the day.

Fine. Anger is the first stage in the five stages of acceptance. Anger, fretting, grief, remorse, passivity. Queen Elizabeth.

Elisabeth Kubler-Ross. And those weren’t her exact steps.

Close enough for government work. I’m a magician. You think the card is HERE, but it’s over THERE.

The country and the world have been in an economic depression for the past year, Joe.

And the only solution is a war. The massive revving up of our defense industry. Save your aluminum foil and turn it in to the government. Gas rationing. Rosie the Riveter. She hooks right into the rise of the transgender woman.

Who’s going to fight in this war, Joe?

Doesn’t matter. France, Germany, England. I’m looking for an interesting twist where the US and China are on the same side. Wouldn’t that be something?

A real head scratcher.

I know. But that’s what we have to do now. Mix things up. Create mind-bending scenarios. It’s as if Iceland suddenly shows up in the Gulf of Mexico. Here’s one. There’s a group at a tip-top elite private school in New York. They’ve just issued an ultimatum to the administration. The school has to eliminate advanced courses, because black children aren’t performing well in them. How do you like that? See? Shaking things up. Nobody knows what to do. The brain freezes. Can’t compute.

And that’s good?

Of course. Breaks old patterns. Who cares how you do it? What was up is down. Viruses from outer space. That could be next on the agenda. Real scientists making claims. Then Fauci’s persuasive powers would be tested. Or how about dumping huge amounts of antidepressants in the water supply? You keep stretching the credulity of the public until it snaps and breaks. Boys playing sports on girls’ teams. That’s another one. You keep on with these programs until people’s minds split open like melons.

And then what, Joe?

And then we don’t know. And that’s good. A new world is on the table. That’s why they put me in the White House. Think about it. A mentally deficient, declining, and deranged president. Have we ever had one of those before? I’m in the Oval for a purpose. To be outrageous and inconceivable and surreal. Every day.

I’m going, Joe. I’ll try to get back here later. Maybe in a few months.

Don’t count on any “restoration” of my state of mind. This may be the best Joe Biden you’ll talk to, from here on out. If I play my cards right.

That’s what I’m afraid of.

I like you. A leader needs critics. They’re his best friends. You’re my dog.

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Senate meets AG nominee; treats her like lethal poison

by Jon Rappoport

March 29, 2021

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On January 29, 2027, the new president announced his choice for Attorney General, Claire Washington. Five days, later, she appeared at her confirmation hearing. Senator Grove Fatheringill III opened his folder and consulted his list of questions—

First of all, Ms. Washington, I want to offer my congratulations on your nomination. It’s about time we had another woman of color as—

Senator, I consider that an insult. I’m not here because I’m black. I’m here because the president thinks I’m qualified to serve. My skin is black. I was raised in what you could call “black culture.” But I’m my own person, which is to say, I’m an individual. My thoughts and actions aren’t black and they aren’t white. And frankly, I don’t care what people think of that remark. I’m not fronting for a particular culture. I happen to believe in the US Constitution. And if I may raise a few more hackles among those people waving their banners of political correctness, I am a sister to two brothers in my family, but I’m a not a “sister” to anyone else.

Ms. Washington, I didn’t mean to imply that as an African-American, you—

I’m not African American. My ancestors have lived in the United States for four generations. Are you British-American, Senator?

No. I was just…Ms. Washington, why don’t you tell us what your background…how your background and education equip you for the position of Attorney General?

I’m not sure they do. But I will say this. My first act upon gaining confirmation would be to pursue wide-ranging RICO cases against major gangs in the inner cities of America.

Excuse me, what?

Termination. Ending. Abolishment. Cancelation. Disbanding. Prosecution. Incarceration. Of gangs. As continuing criminal enterprises. Gangs continue to destroy the quality of life wherever they make their money.

What are the socio-economic causes that lead to the formation of gangs?

I’m interested in what the gangs are causing, as they sell toxic drugs, shoot and kill people, recruit innocent children into their ranks, destroy families, and make streets lethally unsafe.

But—

For decades, the Department of Justice has failed to mount RICO cases against gangs. Do you know why? Because the gangs sell drugs for cartels, and the cartels launder their money in banks. The cartels and the banks are protected, because IMPORTANT PEOPLE are making huge profits from the drug business. If you confirm me, all that will end like the snow ends when spring comes.

Are you accusing—

Yes, Senator, I am. Whoever you were about to ask me about, I am accusing them.

I didn’t even get a chance to—

My second line of attack will be against the CEOs of major corporations that pollute the environment—not with CO2—which is not killing anyone—but with highly dangerous chemicals. Certain key pesticides, for example.

However, you surely understand that modern industrial-scale agriculture—

And three, I will make sure pharmaceutical companies that sell highly toxic medicines are prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law, which means their CEOs will go to prison for very long terms.

Opioids, for example? Because we’re already—

Senator, this goes far beyond opioids. Every year in the US, FDA- approved drugs kill at least 100,000 people. That’s a million deaths per decade. Since the year 2000, when those numbers were published, the federal government has done NOTHING to remedy what amounts to a continuing holocaust. Under my administration, the complacence and negligence will end. I assure you.

But highly reputable medical journals publish studies of those drugs and—

The most prestigious journals are complicit in the continuing crime. They knowingly publish studies which are criminally deceptive. I will relentlessly prosecute their editors and reviewers.

Hold on. Are you talking about—

I’m talking about the New England Journal of Medicine, the Journal of the American Medical Association, and other publications. I’m also talking about FDA executives, who will become prime targets for DOJ prosecutions.

Criminal charges against—

Yes, Senator. Very serious criminal charges.

Ms. Washington, what about the guns? We have to take away the guns from people.

After every mass shooting, the usual politicians bray about taking guns away from the people who didn’t commit the crime. That’s not going to happen under my watch. I look at a map—as any citizen can—and I see where, in this country, people are shooting other people in large numbers. We will go into those areas and clean out the killers. The gangs.

That doesn’t make any sense.

It makes perfect sense. If America were attacked by China, would you want us to respond by assaulting Greenland?

China? My God, what are you talking about?

As any person with a few brain cells would understand, I was making a comparison to illustrate a point. I don’t envision an attack against the US from China.

The press and social media will be all over that China remark.

So what? The press and social media take perverse delight in twisting people’s statements. I don’t run my life by fear of what others will say. Do you?

Of course not. But—

Senator, I’ve just sketched out the top issues on my agenda. If you confirm me as the next Attorney General of the United States, you can expect to see action against those crimes from day one. And any prosecutor in the Department of Justice who doesn’t take my assignments seriously and honestly and with great zeal will be fired summarily. I want tigers, not house cats.

There are so many other crimes that need—

Yes there are. And I will go after the perpetrators. I don’t care what color their skin is. I don’t care where they live. I don’t care about their position in life or their reputation.

When it comes to protests in the streets of America—

If crimes are committed during these protests and riots, such as looting, burning, and assault, the states should arrest and prosecute the criminals. If they don’t, we will sue the states in court. If we find judges who refuse to hear our serious cases, we will do everything possible to bring those judges to justice.

Judges?? But there are many peaceful protests that—

Peaceful protests are of no concern, except when local law-enforcement tries to squash them for obvious political reasons. Then we would become involved. And I mean INVOLVED.

Ms. Washington, I want to return to the subject of opioids—

So do I, Senator. Because in 2016, both house of Congress passed a bill President Obama signed—and I know, for a fact, that the unanimous vote on that bill in both the House and the Senate was a sham, and virtually no one read the bill—

How can you say that?

Because it’s true. The bill, which became a law, has made it almost impossible for the DEA to enter the premises of pharmaceutical companies that are clearly TRAFFICKING opioids and put a stop to the crime of murder. It’s a detestable law. It’s called the Ensuring Patient Access and Effective Drug Enforcement Act of 2016, and it was signed by President Obama on 4/9/16. Perhaps you recall that the Washington Post ran an article on that opioid scandal.

I seem to remember—

The article mentioned an attempt was made to reach President Obama for a comment. He declined.

Ms. Washington, I don’t know about the other senators gathered here today, but I could never confirm you as the next Attorney General of the United States.

I assumed my confirmation would run into roadblocks. However, it occurs to me that the American people—many of them—would take a different view from yours. Who knows? If so, I suggest they contact your office.

Now wait a minute—

As we speak, several colleagues of mine are publishing, at my personal site, a list of all the bills you’ve voted to approve during your long and distinguished career in the Senate; and who, specifically, those votes benefited, and how much money in campaign donations you’ve accepted from those who’ve benefited. I assure you, the chart makes interesting reading.

THERE WAS AN UPROAR IN THE CHAMBER.

The networks cut the live feed.

Later that day, a bevy of reporters hungry for more red meat caught up with Claire Washington at her office. Before live television cameras, she said:

“Here it is, ladies and gentlemen. I don’t live or work on a plantation. Not in the fields, not in the house. I’m not black or white or red or yellow or purple or blue. I’m a free American. My only standard is the Constitution. For decades, the Department of Justice has served special interests. Under my watch, all that would end. I don’t fear the biggest corporate CEOs in the country, or the lowest gang killers in Chicago, or US Senators. If you want a racket and crime busting Attorney General, here I am. My bloodhound law partners are already preparing a case against Pfizer and Moderna for lying to the public about the safety and efficacy of their COVID vaccines—“

The television networks cut the live feed again.

But they had a bit of the problem, as they would discover in the next few days. Whenever the face of Claire Washington appeared on screens, ratings shot up to all-time levels…

Twitter, Facebook, YouTube, and other social media rabidly deleted posts that supported the AG nominee, but it didn’t seem to matter.

As Chris Wallace of FOX commented, “Something in the soul of American culture has been unleashed. We don’t know what it is, but it’s moving up and out like a hurricane. We’d probably like to say it’s a rerun of the Trump effect, but it’s bigger than that…”

Two weeks later, with the Senate confirmation hearings still in mysterious adjournment, Claire Washington sat down for an interview with 60 Minutes’ Tom Dooley. She jumped in with both feet:

“Censorship has overtaken America, Tommy. If I win appointment as the next Attorney General—and opinion polls are showing the American people want me in that office—I’m going to go after social media giants with a vengeance. They’re the public square and the town hall, whether they like it or not, and they have no right to set off a bomb in the middle of the 1st Amendment. Frankly, these CEOs are some of the scummiest aristocrats I’ve ever come across. I’ll tell you a little secret. Ending censorship would eventually put social media operations in a hole. With an adequate spread of opinion across the whole cultural and political spectrum, tension and drama would deflate like an old bag. Finally, nobody would care. It’s censorship that actually drives the popularity of these sleazy social media outfits…”

Mark Zuckerberg and his wife promptly left the country for a visit to China.

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Dissent on trial: the Grand Inquisitor

The silence of the lambs

Plato’s Republic

by Jon Rappoport

March 26, 2021

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Citizen Smith Jones stands before a judge in the US Federal Court for Crimes against the State.

Mr. Jones, are you aware that paranoia is a serious offense?

What? I’m not suffering from paranoia, sir.

You espouse wild theories that could only come from a disordered mind. A mind that believes others are out to get him.

I merely disagreed with the State, when I wrote that—

NO. DON’T mention what you wrote. That is no part of this proceeding.

Why not?

We are here for one purpose. To confirm you have criticized edicts of the government and the press.

But we need to examine what I claimed, to see whether it was factual.

We are NOT permitted to publicize the particulars of dissent in this court, because we would then be giving them EXPOSURE. We must be silent about the content of your posts and attempted tweets.

Silent?

You admit you disagreed with the State?

Of course.

Then you stand guilty as charged.

Again, Your Honor, suppose what I wrote is true?

It can’t be true.

Why not?

Because all statements are normative.

I don’t know what that means. I’m reluctant to ask.

All statements imply an ethical position, which in turn suggests behavior. I sit here to decide whether that behavior would benefit or harm the State.

Are you a Sophist?

I taught medical ethics at Johns Hopkins for 25 years. Upon retirement, I was appointed to this position. I gauge whether defendants want to help or harm the State. Whether their motives are pure or tainted.

What about my motives?

You’re a reasonable paranoid. That combination is difficult to cure. You’re a traditionalist. You believe we should examine dissent for truth or falsity. That’s a very old idea. It’s already been tossed in the dustbin of history. You’re not aware of this.

Who owns the dustbin?

In this court, I do.

Again, Your Honor, suppose what I’ve written is true? And if it’s false, what about the First Amendment?

You’re fixated on this issue, Mr. Jones. Why should the State care about what is true or false? Our power comes from EDICT, which is law.

Why shouldn’t I be able to express dissent?

Obviously, because one drop of opposition becomes two, and then they multiply like germs. You should express your opinion through your vote.

But if the voting process itself is—

SILENCE. Don’t finish that sentence. The content of dissent is not permitted in this court.

Then I automatically have no defense.

Mr. Jones, my colleagues and I are trampling on the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored. We’re ending anger directed at the government and its media partners. Don’t you realize that? We’re trimming hedges of expression to achieve conformity and uniformity.

I stick out from the crowd so you’re chopping me down.

Let me give you an analogy. Let’s say you’re selling a substance you claim will heal disease. You’re brought into court. You tell the judge you want to present evidence that your product is effective and safe. The judge will simply determine whether the FDA has approved the product for sale. If not, you’re guilty. You won’t be given the chance to describe one iota of your evidence.

I could be healing the sick, but I’m guilty.

Exactly. We keep things simple. You want to publish thoughts which are departing from government edicts? You’ve committed a crime. It doesn’t matter what those thoughts are. Am I getting through to you, Mr. Jones?

You are.

Good.

You want the silence of the lambs.

That’s right.

You want to make it seem that non-silence is provocation of some kind. If I publish my thoughts, I’m—

Make it seem? There is no seem. There is only is.

Then it doesn’t matter whether my expression of thought is actually provocative or incendiary. It might be. It might not be. The expression is the crime.

In a nutshell, yes.

My clarity on this issue is improving. Have you considered an edict that would demand a pledge of silence?

We have. It would be voluntary. Those who sign the pledge would enjoy certain privileges. Think of how peaceful things would become if people kept their mouths closed.

Yes. Peaceful. Assuming the government is beneficent and fair.

Mr. Jones, it doesn’t matter what the government is, as long as it is the government.

Therefore, what I wrote about the government—which is why I’m here today—doesn’t matter. I was objecting, based on standards which don’t exist.

Correct.

I see, Your Honor. You’re clearing up things for me. YOU want to make MY objections into outright rebellion and revolution against the government. I was expressing critical comments, but because you rule by edict alone, any criticism I make becomes insurrection.

Mr. Jones, you have the intelligence to work for us, but not the temperament. It’s a shame. We could use you.

Really? And what would I do?

Assist our philosopher kings and princes.

Excuse me?

Our best people are really making philosophic distinctions. They’re passing judgment on language, on ethics, on psychology, on WHERE IDEAS COME FROM.

Where do they come from?

Take, for example, Justice. Is that an ideal form which exists in a realm separate from humans? An ideal toward which we strive? Or is it a principle we humans construct? If we are constructing it, HOW do we build it? With what motives and goals? How do we describe those goals?

You’re referring to Plato and The Republic.

Of course. There are high-level discussions taking place within government of which you’re unaware. You see, these days, academia and the State are One. The wisdom of each pours into the other.

What about the dustbin of history you mentioned? Isn’t Plato in it?

My dear fellow, what is dead is revolution. Revolution is over. Finished. But history is very much alive. We are building Plato’s Republic. Our own version. The best minds rule.

And everyone else submits.

What else would you expect?

Squashing dissent is a policy of the best minds?

It has to be. In order to achieve stability. If we allowed all sorts of dissent, so we could “pick the best ideas” and institute them—what would result? Chaos.

I see. So it’s subdue, and then uplift.

You really should be working for us.

And these “philosophic discussions” you mention. Do they include debate and dissent?

Of course. But they are taking place INSIDE the wall of government. The participants understand they’re working toward a deeper understanding, which will become policy.

If I were let in, I could make my positions clear?

You could write and speak to colleagues with full knowledge that you are protected.

Even if I were highly critical, if I tried to represent the people outside the wall?

Once you’re in, Mr. Jones, you’d be free to operate in that space. You’d find we’re a collegial group of thinkers. We consider a very wide range of possibilities. Nothing is out of bounds. Imagine, for example, sitting in a room speaking with people very much like Hitler and Thomas Paine. BUT both of these men understand it is government that provides them the freedom to air their views within the undisturbed space, inside the walls.

I could argue for the destruction of the walls?

We have men and women who do just that every day. But they also know they must carry out their campaign within the context of government.

Apart from the people outside.

Yes.

You must have an occasional defector, a leaker.

Leaking is a capital crime with special circumstances.

You’re trying to recruit me.

Mr. Jones, do you think I enjoy sitting here, day after day, handing out sentences to people who commit petty offenses? The whole reason the government wants me here is to discover good minds.

What about my paranoia?

It’s cured the moment you enter our world. Notice I didn’t call it a disorder or a disease. I said it was a serious offense. And it is, for a person who lives on the outside.

If I agreed to work with you, what would I do?

To start, you’d help prepare arguments to be presented at our formal symposia. Eventually, based on merit alone, you could rise to a position of greater strength. Your colleagues might consider you a formidable force of intellect. And of course, informal discussions and debates are occurring on a daily basis.

I assume I’d have to sign a contract of some kind.

We mutually pledge to each other our lives, our fortunes, and our sacred honor. We also sign the following: “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men and women of the government are endowed with certain unalienable rights, that among these are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.”

You’re all seeking—

Knowledge. The highest knowledge possible. Among our ranks, we have Platonists, Aristotelians, Cartesians, formal logicians, and so on, and many hybrid thinkers of various persuasions. Most of our people fall into no particular categories. But yes, our pattern, so to speak, is Plato’s Republic. We’re trying to build the ideal State. We unashamedly profess that ambition.

I appreciate your offer, sir. My inclination is to stay outside the wall.

You say that, Mr. Jones, because you suspect our motives.

Yes. And because I believe the distinction between inside and outside, between government and the people, is wrong, to the highest degree.

You say that now, but having learned what we’re really engaged in, let your thoughts simmer. You’re free to go, with no penalties—this time. Mingle with your friends, with the “general population,” and register your own reactions to their opinions and abilities. See if you really believe that our creation of an elite is a serious mistake. Are we just grabbing power, or are we taking a rational course of action? Do we impose our will because we long for control, or are we facing up to the brutal fact that some people are more intelligent than others? Is it just and kind to allow a demonstrably imbalanced person to navigate a ship among rocks, in storms? There is no expiration date on my offer to you.

Understood, Your Honor.

Don’t you wish for a better forum, where your ideas are taken seriously?

Of course.

Don’t you want an audience of people who understand the distinctions you’re making? Don’t you wonder where such an audience is? Well, they’re in government. They’ve gravitated to us. Consider this, Mr. Jones: If you want discussion that MEANS something, that can impact POLICY, don’t you have an obligation to go to government?

Not if government is merely a cover for fascism.

My goodness, man, OF COURSE government is fascism. It has to be. It isn’t a free-for-all wrestling match. Forget about the elected officials and the appointees who give statements to the press. They’re inconsequential. I’m talking about the planners behind those persons. They’re the best and brightest. You should aspire to be among them…if you have the intelligence.

So, in essence, you’ve founded a Church.

If you want to call it that. Indeed, among our ranks, we have deeply religious people. But on the whole, no. We don’t want a Church.

Then let’s call it a cult.

When was the last time you found a cult in which the widest possible range of opinion and debate was encouraged? We ARE what you’re asking for. But we understand that freedom must have a secure home. A home where debate and dissent are understood for what they are, where they can be weighed and tested, where impulsive and outrageous bias are absent. YOU WANT TO BE TALKING TO US, AND WE ARE HERE.

You call yourselves philosophers.

Yes. We go to the roots of positions. We don’t stay on the surface. At the same time, because we institute policy, we have to enact pragmatic decisions.

Decisions based on how you can control the population.

Once inside our wall, you would be free to argue that the population shouldn’t be controlled.

But as soon as I come inside, I’ve accepted certain limitations.

You mean you agree that the State is necessary? No. You can define a position that claims the State should be dismantled. But you would need to defend that notion against excellent minds. Perhaps you’re not up to the challenge. Mr. Jones, in my opinion, when Plato finished his magisterial work, The Republic, he surely saw he had painted himself into a corner. His State was deeply repressive. But he let the work stand. Why? Because his whole effort was noble. He was trying to enthrone the wisest of men to lead the world. A worthy goal. By some estimates, an absolutely necessary goal. We deal with that paradox every day.

Well, Your Honor, in my estimate, there are people who are high-IQ idiots.

And you think I am one of them?

I don’t know.

As you leave here and go about your life, perhaps you’ll dream about me.

Sir, I have been dreaming about you for a long time. During many nights. You and I are facing each other in a crude pistol duel. You and your agents are pursuing me inside a great labyrinth. I’m destroying your outposts. You’re a Greek, bearing gifts. You’re a priest, trying to convince me to confess my sins. I’m a spy gathering information in your inner sanctum. You take over the land I own. I catch you in a net and throw you into the sea. You’re a prince, and I’m a member of your council plotting your overthrow. I live in a shack at the edge of a cliff, and you arrive with a retinue to rescue me with temptations. We’re passing each other in the street, and suddenly time stands still, and we’re paralyzed, staring at each other. You’re a Pope in a cathedral, intoning the mass. I stand up and proclaim you’re a traitor. You offer me your blessing. In the wind, I crouch at the edge of a river, on your back. I force you to carry me across. You and I are signing a peace treaty between nations. There is alarm and danger in the room. The minds behind you are tuned to perfection, which means their failures will be spectacular…

Those dreams are cautionary tales. I’m not offering you paradise. I’m giving you a foothold. You can climb out of the crowd and the mob and the darkness, into a cloister of unparalleled safety. If you have the skill, help us to be better than we are. Perhaps one day soon, you and I will walk together through the wall, and you’ll take up residence in the best place we have yet made…

Your role, Your Honor, is temptation.

I do what I can.

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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.