VICTOR Meldrew’s iconic exclamation of incredulity echoes down the decades from a simpler time. Peter Mullen graces this site on a regular basis, frequently on the subject of belief, his point being that we are asked to believe in something supernatural, perhaps unnatural, and many of us find that difficult. Fundamentally, it is easier to reject, easier to move into the illusory comfort of denial.
Most decent people find it difficult to get their head around the possibility, or existence, of pure evil, especially if it comes from those ‘in authority’. It takes a lot to shift entrenched paradigms, even for the naturally suspicious. How many Jews, I wonder, knelt at the open pit to receive a bullet through the back of the head and still couldn’t believe what was happening?
Have you been waking up in the morning hoping that ‘the nightmare will soon be over’? Nightmare? What kind of language is that? What nightmare? Surely not the bad outbreak of flu traversing the world over the past two years? When did we last cower before the plague? I believe it was 1665. No, the nightmare wasn’t the plague – turns out the bad dream is lockdowns, separation, business failures, suicides, mandates, vaccine passports – none of them created by nature but by governments, creepily and simultaneously spouting identical narratives via a one hundred per cent compliant mainstream media.
‘They’re lying to you,’ said Mike Yeadon, ex-VP of Pfizer, very early on in the pandemic. This for me was the first skin of the onion being peeled back, the first real challenge to my latent beliefs. The Government lying to me? Well, I already did have some misgivings, but Mike Yeadon catalysed them for me. I’m a dyed-in-the-wool advertising man, and most times I recognise the difference between balanced communication and manipulative presentation. Punchy slogans and soundbites, rather than widely and wisely counselled advice. Graphs, charts and diagrams looking scientific must be true even though I don’t understand them really – known in the trade as ‘giving good slide’. The Government had stepped into the world of promotion and propaganda. It took me back to my beginnings in advertising and Samm Sinclair Baker’s seminal 1968 book The Permissible Lie. I was being lied to, but I wondered why.
‘Just follow the money’: the second onion skin. I have an Italian friend who runs an international business between Italy and the UK, with lots of connections in high finance, politics and the security industry. He has a straightforward, some would say blinkered, kind of mafioso attitude, and tracks most if not all actions back to the lust for money. Was it really all about nothing more than filthy lucre? Certainly, the waters were parting, and those already criminally rich were accelerating away from us plebs, leaving the destruction of the small-business fraternity in their wake, together with a trashed economy. Seemed outrageous, but I could accustom myself to believing that globalism was that ruthless, given the opportunity.
The third onion skin was Tony Blair. Why was he popping up all over the place? Ah, digital ID, his mission. So that’s what it’s all about. Vaccine = certification = constantly renewable vaccine passport = control. This was a difficult skin to peel, moving into the realm of dystopian science fiction. The Masters pulling all the levers, controlling every aspect of our lives. The Chinese experience. The Beast from Revelations. Surely not, and especially not here. Then I saw Canada, and I knew it was possible to believe it could happen anywhere.
There is a fourth onion skin and I am reluctant to peel it back. As you know, peeling onions makes you cry. There is the possibility that the dark shadow of tyranny is a malevolent force which is out to kill you, that the vaccines are poison, that the intention is to eliminate much of the world’s population.
You don’t believe that, do you?