They call it the Big Lie.
Of course, I call it the Big Lie as well. Or the Great Lie. But what each of us means is something totally different. And only one of us is right.
The lobotomised, lunkheaded loons of the luciferian Left mean the Maoistic myth that Donaldus Rex lost the election 11 months ago. They actually want you to believe that a reanimated corpse that couldn’t get elected president of a PTA bake-sale committee somehow beat the most popular president since Theodore Roosevelt. They likewise want you believe that President Trump, Ted Cruz, Steve Scalise and others who know the obvious truth are somehow lying. And all of this when, a year ago, at the height of the scam-demic, our boy was pulling in a quarter of a million people in five rallies a day, while Clueless Joe and Kamel-Toe––truly braindead Manchurian Candidates, despised by their own silly party––couldn’t fill a ’phone booth between them in Asheville and other such dunghills that were supposedly their strongholds.
“Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain.”
Hogwash. While there’s no shortage of sheeplike, lemminglike idiots in this country who are stupid enough to believe what Big Media tell ’em, most Americans––certainly all real Americans––know the truth. And it ain’t what the media masters of Soviet-style agitprop want you to think.
We might as well be living in the Soviet Union of 40 years ago. Back then, in the Russia that existed before the ascendancy of Mikhail Gorbachev and the end of the Cold War, you could read any newspaper you liked––as long as it was Pravda. Almost to a person, the Russian people knew their state-sponsored newspaper (and ironically pravda translates as “truth” in their language) was a farcical work of propaganda and outright lies that told them anything but the truth. They used it as toilet paper. And with the Bidenites’ deliberately induced shortages, we may soon find ourselves in a similar situation.
Very much a part of the Big Lie is said scam-demic. The Wuhan ’flu, masterminded by the truly evil Xi Jinping and carried out by his flunkies in the Chinese Communist Party, is not even an outbreak, let alone a pandemic. As a survivor (I was hospitalised a year ago and nearly died), I can tell you it’s real. But I also know that you don’t treat such maladies, however serious, by quarantining healthy people and by locking down entire societies and shutting down economies. Only China profits by this, and the governments of the West––every one of ’em usurping and illegitimate––have been stupid enough to go along with this rubbishy nonsense.
Short of hermetically sealing yourself in your own home and cutting yourself off from the world or walking around in public in SCUBA gear, there’s nothing you can realistically do. Wearing those silly masks won’t prevent you from getting the kung ’flu, and neither will the Jab. Using the former is rather like putting up a chain-link fence to keep out mosquitoes. And if you require people to go along with such silly and indeed dangerous charades––as do Demonrat governors, such as the usurping stealer of two elections, our own Roy Stupor; child-abusing, Marxist indoctrination camps––er, I mean public schools; and hospitals, staffed by the modern equivalents of mediaeval bloodletters and run by money-worshipping liars in the sub-rosa pay of China––then you are very much part of the problem.
Shame on you. All of you.
Our neighbour is a nurse, and she is in real fear of losing her job this month. Why? Like countless health-care professionals who actually know better, she is unwilling to get the Jab. It’s Jab or job. Jesus, what a choice. But the hospitals don’t care. They’ll simply replace these people with foreign workers from the armpits of the earth, and no, they needn’t be vaccinated; not in li’l Joey Biden’s Bizarro-World version of America.
Another nurse was quite candid with me. One of my own doctor’s nurses, she spoke with me by ’phone several months ago.
“You’re the first person we’ve had to say this, Mr. Lark. We all know this is (bovine scatology),” she said of the Mask and the Jab, though putting it more colourfully and using an ancient Anglo-Saxon term. “But we have to do it anyway.”
Very sad. One feels very badly for them. And if the Mask works, why would you care if I’m smart enough not to wear one, because suffocation and mask-related infections and other such problems just don’t sound very appealing? And if the Jab works, why would you care if I don’t get it?
According to The Journal of Epidemiology and Infection, “There is little evidence to support the effectiveness of face masks to reduce the risk of infection.”
And according to The British Medical Journal, “Penetration of cloth masks by particles was almost 97 per cent.”
Chanting that litany of truth would take all day. Such examples go on and on.
Also if the Mask is necessary, why don’t the talking heads on TV wear ’em? And why is it that pusillanimous politicians wear ’em whenever the cameras are rolling but never in private (lookin’ at you, Occasional-Cortex)? Why do they remove their masks whenever they step up to lecterns to blow gas?
Gee, instead of telling everyone to get the Jab, why doesn’t Big Pharma get into the furniture business? It appears all we need to do is stand behind some magic lectern, ’cause if you do, just like those genius politicians, you apparently can’t get COVID cooties there! To Hell with the Jab; I’ll just use a magic lectern instead!
It’s a very intelligent virus, and it only works part-time. Remember those three-day weeks our school system geniuses imposed not long ago? Apparently, you can’t get COVID cooties on Wednesdays and Fridays! Who knew?
One of the doctors who treated my Wuhan ’flu a year ago told me to look on the bright side.
“You’ll never need the vaccine,” he said, “because you’ll now have antibodies, and that’s even better than the vaccine will be. This thing is like measles. You’ll never get it again.”
Not able to transmit or receive. Thanks, Doc.
And my wife’s heart doctor has told her categorically not to get the Jab. Unlike mine, which was nasty, painful and lingering (I still suffer from its related fatigue), her case of the Chinese virus was extremely mild; not unlike a very minor cold that passed within 24 hours. But the cardiac specialist said emphatically, “No.” Not necessary and too dangerous.
But those chiselling Chinese chappies don’t want you to know this sort of thing, as that inconvenient truth gets in the way of their quest for global domination through fear and intimidation. They want you to live in fear and to basically believe that this bee-sting is somehow so bad, it can only be eradicated by applying Chinese totalitarianism. And the notoriously lazy brats who constitute the cowardly corps of craven crappers in American media want the same thing. Why? Because their masters in the CCP, Georg Soros and his lieutenants and all liberal political factions unanimously tell them so.
It’s a great boon for the COVIDiots in the newsrooms. They needn’t go anywhere or do much of anything. Hey, just lather, rinse and repeat the Great Lie over and over, and you’ll wash that truth right out of your hair.
The truth about the media
To this end, I was recently musing on the self-imposed news black-out (more or less) that my wife and I have enjoyed for the past 10 or so months. Fasting and abstaining from the news is good for you. Indeed, most artistic types avoid it completely because of its utter lack of relevance. It usually has bugger-all to do with our lives, and it only makes you angry or depressed. Recourse to our flat’s growing library, the usual travelogues or Turner Classic Movies makes entirely better sense.
And with Trump ousted illegally in a fraudulent coup d’état and the ongoing CIA-style psych-op of the Wuhan ’flu’s needless restrictions brought to us by the Sino-Soros-Demonrat-Deep State nexus, avoiding the news altogether has become a necessity for preserving one’s peace of mind. Sixty years ago, the greying eminence who gave you the news in just 15 minutes served a certain informative purpose (though liberal biases and outright mendacity were growing quite well even then). Then circa 1964, the already middle-aged Barbara Walters––a self-confessed whore who quite literally slept her way to the top (called out for this by Harry Reasoner and other such real newsmen) and this despite her laughable speech impediment, so well satirised by the late Gilda Radner––vomited forth her satanic presence upon an unsuspecting, undeserving national audience.
Next thing you know, said older, trustworthy men were no longer alone, and that was by design. Thanks to the evil Walters, station managers across America and soon the rest of the West made it the rule to pair off the man with some “bubble-headed bleached blonde,” as Don Henley so accurately nailed it. “Dirty Laundry” is more than a sardonic put-down; it’s the demonstrable truth.
As a print journalist for 30 years, I've had occasion to meet some of these airheads when stories were big enough for TV and newspapers to overlap. As a class, these women are a lot of narcissistic, selfish, cruel, toxic harpies––truly blinded by ambition; brainless bimbos intoxicated by their own power-tripping. Lis Wiehl’s novels paint a most unflattering and painfully honest portrait of these women––anorexic, insecure and possessed of oatmeal for brains––as well as the (nowadays) looney-libby moronic men with whom they’re paired (lookin’ at you, Fredo Cuomo!). Such women are doing the news for one reason: these pageboy-coiffed sexpots “look good on television,” as Paddy Chayefsky put it.
There are exceptions, of course, and I’ve met them, too. I think Robin Meade is genuinely nice. But she’d do better leaving CNN to be a country singer (that’s her real calling). And I recall a local black newswoman, Beatrice Thompson, who was the best in the business here in this market 40 years ago. Very smart and very kind to her foreign words and phrases (“Frahnce,” not “Fraa-aance,” quoth she, and her German was very good, too, as I recall). Alas, she kept gaining weight, and eventually the money-worshipping, numbers-obsessed men running the station (“It’s awl about de ratings, babeee!”) sacked her for being “too fat and too black.” Secret racism has been the dirty, behind-the-scenes truth of TV news for decades, and such women––bona fide, pure sub-Saharan blacks––are all but invariably passed over in favour of biracial women, as again, because they’re whiter, they’re believed to “look better on television.”
Shame upon such men who ruin such careers. They shall never see God and His Kingdom.
The myth of objectivity
As for journalistic “ethics” and “integrity,” forget ’em both. They’re pure myth. They have never existed, not in the 300 or so years of newspapers’ sorry existence. Nor has “objectivity” ever been real. Newspapers (and by extension now, all media) have always been about someone’s hidden goals, biases, blacklists, etc., whether it be the dangerous, anti-Christian and Masonic agenda of Benjamin Franklin, Thomas Paine and all others of their crackpot ilk or Citizen Hearst and his warmongering, anti-Semitic and professionally mendacious modus operandi.
As English authoress Christina Croft writes in The Innocence of Kaiser Wilhelm II, journalists during World War I wrote what their governments, big banks and powerful puppeteers, pulling hidden strings, told ’em to. Nunc pro tunc, that hasn’t changed. We only see, hear and read, for the overwhelming most part, what they want us to.
Timothy Leary, a brilliant man yet also a dangerous looney, famously said, “Tune in, turn on and drop out.” Well, two-thirds of that may be wrong. But these days, dropping out is surely correct. We can certainly drop the news habit.
Try it. Replace your daily dose of news blues with a classic movie from 80 years ago or a book from 100 years ago. Or maybe substitute it with some uplifting classical music. Go visit a friend or family member. Pray a rosary. Clean the house or do some puttering round the yard or garden.
Information overload is stultifying and unhealthy. Be like Poirot and stimulate “ze little grey cells” instead.
The news is a racket, pure and simple. For most of our history, we’ve somehow gotten along without it.
We can surely do so again.
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