ThePsychology of Pandemics: Preparing for the Next Global Outbreak of Infectious Disease by Steven Taylor, published in 2019.
I am taking a detour from my research on AI and pandemics to introduce the above book. I have not seen it covered elsewhere.
We often talk about predictive programming in fiction — movies, TV shows, novels … rarely do we discuss predictive programming in non-fiction — in reality. In this sense, this book reads like a playbook for this current pandemic, the psychological operation, or psyop.
There is a propaganda technique I have seen in use elsewhere, as with climate change, and certainly with germ theory and vaccinations. I would like give it a name and place it alongside other logical fallacies like ad hominem, post hoc ergo propter hoc, appeal to authority, etc. I think of it as smug arrogance.
It is the technique of argumentation where the proponent of an idea assumes himself right on all matters and therefore immune from criticism. He snidely dismisses criticism, censors opponents, and attach to them such epithets as “conspiracy theorist” or “denier.” Continue reading “A new logical fallacy”→
I am a little bit spooked right now, seeing that Covid-denial is reason for shutting down a podcast. Can I be far behind? Why am I even here now? I can only think I fly under the radar. Nonetheless, If this were my last post, this would be my last post. I sincerely hope to be around for a long time. I do not know our future.
If still around, I will introduce a new fallacy to add to the list in the post after this. I also have a piece, a good piece, by Stephers ready to go. Sorry to make you wait, Steph. Ty, Steve, Faux, Maarten, throw in. Continue reading “Me and Chainsaw Bob”→
Paranoia strikes deep
Into your life it will creep
It starts when you’re always afraid
You step out of line, the man come and take you away
We better stop, hey, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
Stop, hey, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
Those words from the song For What It’s Worth were supposedly penned by Stephen Stills. I say supposedly because authorship of rock songs is like fatherhood, always subject to doubt. The song, said to be the “anthem” of the 1960s, was, according to Dave McGowan (fake death 11/22/15), in his book Weird Scenes Inside the Canyon, written about kids protesting closure of a night club. Says McGowan (page 161):
There is no “Covid-19” virus. If there were, given all the resources available for testing and stimulus, funds would have been made available for some nerdy researcher to isolate and purify It. That has not been done. There cannot possibly be valid antibody tests, as there is, again, no virus.
The RT-PCR test, most widely used to identify people who have the virus, does no such thing, as there is no virus. It does, however, light up an RNA sequence, one that exists in many if not all of us. Because the machine is so inaccurate, its results are mostly false positives. There are no “false negatives,” as there is no “Covid-19. There is an exact correlation between positive test results and number of tests done. This only tells us that tests are being done, but nothing about disease. Continue reading “What I have learned thus far”→
If anything good is to come from the current hoax, and there is actually much that is good, it is a realization of how little doctors know versus how much they pretend to know, and how brainwashed they are by their long and tedious education. But I speak narrowly, as that is true of all of us. We are all cradle-to-grave brainwashed, only a few break free.
In my case, it was an incident in my late 30s, a horrible crime committed on my family, coupled with self-employment, that acted as a slap in the face. Frank Pasciuti writes of the transformative powers of such incidents in his book Chrysalis Crisis, which I read some time ago, before the current regime of medical Nazism placed us all in isolation. It truly takes a slap in the face, and I am a fortunate person. I got that slap. It resuscitated a brain deeply mired in work and education, clueless about life.