I encountered my dentist yesterday at the grocery store, or I should say, my former dentist. I’ve not seen him for a year and a half. He requires everyone to wear a mask, which I find undignified. (I also pee standing up.) We chatted and for some reason he mentioned how awful the news is these days. Then he said “You don’t watch news, do you?” “No,” I said, “never.” I did tell him I knew about the flooding on the east coast, but whatever else has him all depressed I know nothing about. I know there is some psyop going on in Afghanistan, and that California is on fire. (California has a long history of fire suppression, so that when it burns, it burns big. And, of course, I would not put it past Climate Change fanatics to set fires.) Also, I saw on separate screens in the gym (different news outlets) this morning something about a lawyer in South Carolina who was murdered – that story also has a psyop feel about it.
I have noticed that mask wearing is on the rise, maybe half of those I saw yesterday at the store. And I know that would be attributable to what they are calling the “Delta Variant.” Jon Rappoport, always a go-to for me, writes today how there is no test that can distinguish between SARS-CoV-2 and Delta, and legally anyway laboratories are not allowed to report to you on Delta. (Link.) Jon has the same problem as we all do when he writes about this stuff: He has to enter the world of the surreal to get into the minds of ordinary people and government officials who believe in and who spin this nonsense. Jon knows that there is no SARS-CoV-2, so that the Delta Variant is another angel on the head of a pin.
For the rest of us, those who know that Delta was just a double-down to keep the hoax alive and the pressure up to vaccinate, it’s madness on parade. The official news sources say that people who do not vaccinate are getting sick and dying. That’s a lie. But how to counter it? How to be at a social gathering when it is known I have not and will not vaccinate? I carry with me in my wallet a copy of Kipling’s If, as I find it soothing, especially the opening lines:
If you can keep your head when all about youAre losing theirs and blaming it on you,If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,But make allowance for their doubting too;If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise …
Lately I’ve been reading Charles MacKay’s 1841 book Extraordinary Popular Delusions and the Madness of Crowds. I’ve had the book for a long time and find it to be hard reading, slow moving and a style of language unlike the way we speak and write today. He covers so much madness, from The Mississippi Scheme to Tulipmania to Alchemy to the one I am currently enmeshed in, the First Crusade (1095-1099). If you think we are surrounded by madness now, it was much worse then. There were deliberate provocateurs like Peter the Hermit and Pope Urban II, and religious belief was much more widespread and superstitious then. (Well, maybe not on that last item.)
Prior to the Crusade, pilgrims in large numbers went to Jerusalem to visit the sites of the Bible, just as they do today. But times were a little harsher – the only way to get there was by boat or on horseback (wealthier people), or on foot (most people). The Muslims who controlled Jerusalem at that time saw an opportunity for profit, and so enforced a stiff fee for anyone to enter the city. Most could not afford it, and so were forced to camp outside and wait for some benefactor to come along and pay their way. The Pope and Peter used this crisis as the means by which they fired up the masses of Europe. Thereafter followed a massive selloff of property, including land, possessions and crops, as people followed various leaders to Jerusalem to fight.
It was a mass migration, and not well planned or supplied. People depended on the kindness of strangers for food and shelter, and that kindness did not last long before the noble Crusaders began to exert force to rape and plunder and steal. (I just now remembered the name of my grade school basketball team: The Little Flower Crusaders. We used the On Wisconsin fight song as our own, with a slight change in wording.) First the Hungarians and then Bulgarians did a rear guard action to fight back and force the mobs to move on and out of their lands.
I am just now at the point where they have arrived in Constantinople and so will stop there. Crusaders
lost reduced to maybe a third of their fighting forces by that time. I don’t know the outcome. I’ve never paid much attention to the Crusades, having no idea that it was sheer provocation by leaders with a grand plan, and public madness.
How little things have changed. (Feel free to fill me in on the ending, as I don’t care if spoilers pop up in comments.)