17th September 2020
In the last few weeks in various podcasts and interviews people have been trying their best to get me to say that the entire COVID-19 panic is a conspiracy. I understand what they are trying to do, but I was not born yesterday! The moment you say, or even imply, something is a conspiracy you step on a landmine that blows you, and your reputation, to smithereens.
Because you immediately become a conspiracy theorist. ‘You are David Icke and I claim my million pounds’. For those who have never heard of him, look him up. According to Wikipedia:
“Icke believes that the universe is made up of “vibrational” energy and consists of an infinite number of dimensions that share the same space. He claims that an inter-dimensional race of reptilian beings called the Archons (or Anunnaki) have hijacked the earth, and that a genetically modified human–Archon hybrid race of shape-shifting reptilians known as the Babylonian Brotherhood, the Illuminati, or the “elite”, manipulate global events to help keep humans in constant fear. The Archons feed off the “negative energy” this creates 1. “
Now, he may not believe that anymore, maybe he never did. Maybe it was a joke, and his words got twisted. But he has managed to gather the kind of reputation that tends to make people suspect he may not be entirely tightly sane. ‘Beware the Archons.’
In truth, I have thought long and hard about what a COVID19 conspiracy might actually be or look like. A shadowy Dr. No sitting in an underground layer, stroking a spoiled, fluffy white cat, and cackling. ‘Yes, Mr Bond, soon the entire world will be under my control as my vaccine is released, turning everyone into mindless zombies. Mwahahahahahaha!’
I would just say to Dr. No. Sorry, it’s too late, the Kardashians already did the ‘turning the entire world into mindless zombies’ thing. Now their work here is done. They will soon be heading back to their home-world of Kardashia to plot the destruction of entire inter-galactic civilisations using their inanitron device, powered entirely by trivium crystals.
However, I do not believe in worldwide conspiracies… humans are too incompetent to get a proper worldwide conspiracy organised for one thing. However I do believe in Foxy-Loxy.
If you remember the children’s tale of ‘the sky is falling’, Chicken Little manages to scare all the other animals, Ducky Lucky et al. into believing the sky is falling, and they rush in blind panic to tell the king. They then run into Foxy-Loxy:
“Well, well, and good day,” said Foxy Loxy. “Where are you rushing on such a fine day, my delicious little friends?”
“Help us! Help us!” cried Chicken Little, Henny Penny, Ducky Lucky, Goosey Loosey, and Turkey Lurkey. “It’s not a fine day at all. The sky is falling, and we’re rushing to tell the king!”
“And how do you know the sky is falling?” asked Foxy Loxy.
“I saw it with my own eyes, and heard it with my own ears, and part of it fell on my head,” Chicken Little said. “I see,” said Foxy Loxy. “Well then, follow me, and I’ll show you the way to the king.”
So Foxy Loxy led Chicken Little, Henny Penny, Ducky Lucky, Goosey Loosey, and Turkey Lurkey across a field and through the woods. He led them straight to his den, and they never saw the king, or anyone else, ever again…
In other versions of the story, Foxy-Loxy deliberately throws the acorn that hits Chicken Little on the head, in order to start the panic in the first place. He then waits to take advantage of the ensuing events. ‘Now please, you must all to follow me, for I will keep you safe.’
In other words, there is no worldwide cabal, no great shadowy conspiracy. Instead what we have is – what I call – a conspiracy of the willing. When fear strikes, the vast bulk of the public really, really, want to be protected, and will do almost anything to feel safe. The medical profession wishes to protect people and will do almost anything they are told, to help their patients.
Politicians very much wish to be seen as great statesmen, protecting the public and bringing in laws to do so. Standing at podiums looking terribly serious and important and pretending to be Winston Churchill.
So, if Sciensey-Wyensey can convince Experty-Wexperty that the sky is falling, then it is easy to get Publicky-Wublickey, Doctory-Woctory and Nursey Wursey, and Politiciany-Opportunity-Wunity to join in. There is no conspiracy here, but there is a massive drive for them all to rush to the king for protection.
At which point, Foxy Loxy has them all perfectly under control. A little nudge here, a little nudge there, and the entire mob will head off in whatever direction you wish. A shepherd with two perfectly controlled sheepdogs. The dread sheepdogs of fear and empty promises.