BRIEF respite from the litany of propaganda which now dominates the totalitarian British plague state appeared this week in the form of a short video of a young individual who can be identified only as an oik calling the Chief Medical Officer Chris Whitty a liar in quasi-urban argot while waiting at a falafel stand.
The oik unsurprisingly has been roundly condemned by the usual sycophants, but in fact deserves praise, even awe.
As the embodiment of last-ditch veracity, the oik is a mystical creature from the collective unconscious charged with revealing what must be revealed but more cynical characters are too cautious to say. The boy in the story of the emperor’s new clothes is an oik.
Described by the Daily Mail as a ‘maskless youth’, a good name for a punk band (once upon a time they would have called him a ruffian) the question to be asked about the oik is, ‘Is he wrong?’
Is Whitty a liar? What’s clear is that he is up to his neck in what has turned into a systematic campaign of deception, based on the slimmest of pretexts, which continues to inflict suffering on millions of people. In the video he is spotted initially not wearing a mask, pulling one on when he realises he’s on camera. Remember too that it was Professor Whitty who told us last January when the first Covid cases were identified that the NHS is ‘extremely well-prepared for managing infections’. Is ‘liar’ not a generous word?
After the death of Captain Sir Tom Moore from pneumonia this week, calls have already been made to erect a statue of him in Trafalgar Square in recognition of his Stakhanovite efforts raising money for the national medical death cult. With full respect to the man, his example unfortunately is being used for cynical ends. To be heroic right now requires being more irritating. We should build a statue to the oik instead.