3 Crises - Asymptomatic Global Warming, While You Feel Cool

The psychology of believing lies; and the best dog walks of your life

• Trust the song, not the singer. The asymptomatic quip is so true

• Wholesale lies - and corporate/university indoctrination

• When popular science becomes bubble gum

• Dancing nurses return, evidence of mental priming

• The same phrases, headlines, on-screen tolls recycled for Climate Change

• London’s ULEZ would have been ridiculed

(1,500 words or about eight minutes of your company).

A composite image - Satire is getting harder to tell from ‘real’ news

Jul 28, 2023

“This system doesn’t produce research intended to be read, it creates headlines for celebrities to tweet, links for “journalists” to embed, sources for other researchers to cite.” So writes Kit Knightly, insightfully, on Off-Guardian.

Screw computer generated models — faux science, as he says.

“Research” is being produced to order to supply justifications for what bureaucrats want to do.

The public, consuming this nonsense, is also complicit. What we used to call popular science is now bubble gum. It's easier than thinking.

The crucial point is not knowledge, but awareness.

Of course raising one's awareness does not make one an expert on everything or anything... but it possibly works by making one more confident about asking questions. Take the fire porn... you should not have to be a meteorologist to see you are being lied to.

The problem is not science. It is our way of thinking.

A bureaucratic state of mind has taken over. Corporations churn out Organisation Man - identified back in 1956. Universities train people what to think, not how to think.

The Guardianista moniker was coined for a reason. Guardian readers were not unique — they were simply the most obvious example of readership as a belief system.

The propaganda role of The G is clear from its acceptance of Bill Gates’ money to its leading role in Covid and Climate Change. The G switches from one to the other without skipping a beat.

But the real skill is in creating a multi-coloured totem pole of ideas, and then training the reader to sign up to all of them. If he or she rejects any of these totem ideas, s/he rejects all and becomes a denier. The G’s marketing proposition is all or nothing.

Military intelligence

Knowledge is traditionally thought of as justified, true belief. It has passed a test. Awareness is more personal. I have no idea which comes first.

Like avoiding indoctrination in school, one must shirk the Guardian’s off-the-peg suit (suite) of ideas — particularly since 2013, when British military intelligence marched into the Guardian offices, symbolically forcing the destruction of hard drives, and effectively taking control of the paper.

Be wary of discussing Guardian talking points, even when debunking them. Such behaviour falls within the Overton Window.

By focusing on stories in The G or the BBC, you let them set the agenda.

Inner monologue

In this mass-training of the bureaucratic or corporatist mind, truth is not relative, it is simply ignored.

Once people’s minds are trained to adopt a set of ideas wholesale, which may not even have any logical connection, but which go on to shape behaviour, the scientific process is no longer considered.

There is no substitute for lived experience. The more you raise your awareness, the more you recognise things without the need for your internal voice to begin a monologue.

If people do not develop first an inner monologue, and raise their awareness, they will be repeatedly stumped, confused and forever reinventing the wheel.

This is why we see the same stories come up again and again. It is a sign we are still re-thinking masks or the implications of the Covid response and how it may or may not be connected with climate change and the endless talk of emergencies.

We end up “slow-walking” reality. We fail to keep up.

And we risk falling victim to the same techniques, the same phrases, the same measures, the same television headlines, the same on-screen tallies from Covid that are being recycled at this very moment for Climate Change.

No-one ever said the bureaucratic mind was creative.

“We are approaching the brink; already a universal spiritual demise is upon us; a physical one is about to flare up and engulf us and our children, while we continue to smile sheepishly and babble: “But what can we do to stop it? We haven’t the strength.”…But we can do—everything!—even if we comfort and lie to ourselves that this is not so. It is not “they” who are guilty of everything, but we ourselves, only we!…

And therein we find, neglected by us, the simplest, the most accessible key to our liberation: a personal nonparticipation in lies! Even if all is covered by lies, even if all is under their rule, let us resist in the smallest way: Let their rule hold not through me!”

So wrote Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, whom it is fashionable to accuse of being a CIA plant – as if half the bloody Western politicians are not. London-New York irony is so profoundly narcisistic.

Fire dance

Someone faked a headline in the Irish Independent, attributing the quote to a professor at Trinity College about “asymptomatic global warming.” In the pastiche he was asked to explain why it was so cold in Dublin during the global boiling.

It is a sign of the times that it is getting harder to tell satire from “real” headlines — well impossible, actually, since the fire porn headlines have simply been fake, so in what way is “the news” real?

It has been alleged that the choreography of the dancing nurses during the Covid response was simply too tight to be anything other than professional, which implies that the Tiktok phenomenon was organised from within the bureaucracy.

I suppose that is what we mean by duper’s delight. The organisers of the Covid response wanted people to see the dancing nurses, either to rub it in the People’s face, or in some way to distract from the fact that the hospitals were empty.

As contributor George Mc notes: “The worry over whether something is satirical in intention or not is unnecessary. There’s an old saying, Trust the song, not the singer. The quip about asymptomatic warming is bang on no matter who said it or why.”

The dancing nurses have become ridiculous. One increasingly suspects the dance was to distract from and dicredit any account of empty hospitals.

Back to the mainstream, you go.

The orthodox justification of the nurses dancing was they were seeking relief from the stress of dealing with so much death, but why, then, so happy, and when did they have time to perfect their coordination?

And why were such displays of mirth not banned, while the People were being urged to clap for their desperate, over-stretched, frontline carers?

One cannot determine if it was distraction or duping but it was clearly organised by the behavioural response units and very cynically, too.

Defaming nurses by portraying them as dancing air heads neutralised any citizen journalism by nurses, diusmissed any dissenting voice, however authoritative, from within the nursing union/profession.

This strategy begins to make sense: the citizenry applaud nurses as the “frontline troops” while those same troops are undermined from within, being presented as Moulin Rouge dancers of the can-can by the bureaucrats in charge.

The climate song is clearly professionally written - not to say it is good, but it has the jingle of an advertising copywriter.

“Nothing is real
And nothing to get hung about
Strawberry Fields forever”

Cuckolding of London

You-Lez. Twenty years ago people would have noted the parallel. Celebrity comedians would have cracked jokes on prime time television. ULEZ is no happenstance.

Bureaucrats spend hours devising acronyms, and paying $100,000s to well-connnected marketing agencies.

ULEZ is the bullet in the balls for Londoners. And nobody SEZ anything.

The titans of alt media all went through the same gelding schools, where they got nipped in the bud.

London mayor Sadiq Khan, whose name means loyal but to a British ear sounds clipped or snipped. A judge just upheld his definition of You-Lez as a public health “crisis.”

You Lez coincides with the Trantifa attack on women of all proclivities. Just as TERF, trans exclusionary radical feminist, recalls turf on which we wipe our feet, or sod.

I water my garden. I grow primarily tomatoes and cucumbers, which I suppose makes me toxically masculine.

Something is going down, “There's something happening here, What it is ain’t exactly clear.”

London days

I used to turn up late at Reuters, having exercised my beloved basset and retreiver in Kensington Palace Gardens.

This is the best time of my life, I’m not going to shorten it, I told myself at the time (1990s). I got shit at work, but 20-30 years later and impoverished, I can tell you I was right.

I now rescue cats. Not at all the same creature. Sometimes as stupid as chickens. But a creature lying in the street, short of water and breath, calls me.

My beloved dogs are long gone, as is my wife, that London life and house. It was not a sacrifice but torn from me. There is no regret – the sense of loss has been cauterised.

There is a stupider and more needy population to beckon to salvation.