I’ve covered propaganda and predictive programming before, but I’m just feeling like we should review.
I’ll save you the leg work of digging through my previous posts:
Encyclopedia Brittanica defines Propaganda: dissemination of information—facts, arguments, rumours, half-truths, or lies—to influence public opinion.
Propaganda is the more or less systematic effort to manipulate other people’s beliefs, attitudes, or actions by means of symbols (words, gestures, banners, monuments, music, clothing, insignia, hairstyles, designs on coins and postage stamps, and so forth). Deliberateness and a relatively heavy emphasis on manipulation distinguish propaganda from casual conversation or the free and easy exchange of ideas. Propagandists have a specified goal or set of goals.
To achieve these, they deliberately select facts, arguments, and displays of symbols and present them in ways they think will have the most effect. To maximize effect, they may omit or distort pertinent facts or simply lie, and they may try to divert the attention of the reactors (the people they are trying to sway) from everything but their own propaganda.
Last week I noticed that Dr. McCullough’s minder, John Leake, was peddling some thinly veiled predictive programming propaganda in a Gateway Pundit article. You can read that here:
This morning I saw McCullough’s Leake’s post. I’m going to break it down, not that it requires much stretching of the ole mind to see what’s being pushed….
COURAGEOUS DISCOURSE™ WITH DR. PETER MCCULLOUGH & JOHN LEAKE
Rediscovery, putting things into perspective, taking nothing for granted, gratitude
DEC 12, 2023
For the last three days I have been laid very low by some kind of bug. If four negative COVID-19 antigen tests are any indication, I don’t have COVID, but some other upper respiratory tract infection.
Gosh, FOUR PCR negative tests??? Are the PCR tests a good way to diagnose Covid? Seems like that whole PCR cycle threshold fuckery played a KEY role in convincing the public that there was a pandemic.
(CONSPIRACY SARAH SHOUT-WHISPERS…THERE WASN’T A PANDEMIC)
That test could diagnose provide a very questionable, elusive signal, that kept changing… and that ultimately forced compliance and participation in a “pandemic” that didn’t exist.
Let me be crystal clear about my point here….we have spent almost 4 years under PREP Act emergency declaration. During this time unapproved medical products and medical countermeasures were deployed to the citizens of the world. All of this was based on a “scary virus” that was able to present ASYMPTOMATICALLY. How could a population be convinced that there was a big scary virus when they didn’t have symptoms???
→PCR test. The PCR test was absolutely necessary for this NOT pandemic to happen.
Surely Dr. McCullough and his minder, John Leake are aware of this. Perhaps it would be helpful to stop pretending like the PCR Covid tests are reliable. Why? So that when the next NOT pandemic is rolled out, people won’t so readily accept bullshit compliance exercises.
Dr. McCullough is seeing other cases in his practice that resemble mine, but the causative agent is proving to be illusive.
Ahhhh…..the causative agent is illusive. Sounds mysterious.
(AND WE ALL KNOW WHAT HAPPENED WHEN WE HAD A MYSTERY ILLNESS A FEW YEARS AGO….)
Moving on, Leake continues…
Last night I took a bath and listened to Franz Schubert’s Winterreise (Winter Journey) song cycle for voice and piano, which he wrote in 1827 when he realized that his syphilis, which had gone into latency for almost three years, had returned.
The “Winter Journey” was his own in the winter of his life, and every song contains intimations of his impending death. In my opinion, the songs are the strangest and most romantic ever written, somehow expressing—without penetrating—the great, tragic mystery of life bounded by suffering and death.
Oh, winter. And illness and death. Nice plug, Leake. Where have I heard something like this before….hmmmm 🤔…
Oh that’s right, it’s when we were told that we were granny killers about to Big Die.
All winter long.
Now, John, it sure would be helpful to sprinkle in some scary disease stuff here.
Would you look at that, you did! Nice work.
I’ve often marveled at how much Schubert suffered from syphilis, which he contracted from one visit to a prostitute in the summer of 1822 when he was 25 years old. When I lived in Vienna I knew a dermatologist who had a first edition book, published in the 19th century, of vivid and colorful illustrations of the different kind of syphilis lesions.
Now I’m feeling like some BIG PHARMA LOVE would pair nicely with the scary disease pre-load.
And here we go….
“Just to think that this ghastly disease that condemned so many to misery and death is now easily cured by penicillin,” he remarked.
THANK GOD FOR PHARMA…YES, JOHN!!! 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼
Remind us to be grateful for Pfizer. (Hey, I wonder if mRNA was off to a bad start, but meeeebeeee the future will be brighter? )
Can we plug it harder?????
YES WE CAN!!!
“As much as we are in the habit of bashing Pfizer in its contemporary manifestation, we should always remember that the company played a key role in figuring out how to mass manufacture penicillin.”
How is your self imposed lock down going, John? Not so bad, right?
On March 31, 1824, Schubert wrote in a letter to his friend Leopold Kupelweiser:
I feel myself to be the most unhappy and wretched creature in the world. Imagine a man whose health will never be right again, a man whose most brilliant hopes have perished, to whom love and friendship have nothing to offer but pain, whose enthusiasm for all things beautiful is gone, and I ask you, is he not a miserable, unhappy being? Each night, on retiring to bed, I hope I may not wake again, and each morning but recalls yesterday’s grief.
But then, in the fall of 1824, the disease went into latency and he regained his spirits (and his habit of staying out late and drinking too much). Alas, his symptoms returned in the summer of 1827. Strangely enough, the time between the return of his illness and his death on November 19, 1828 was one of the most productive periods of his career.
I’ve had nasty colds like this before, and in a weird way I am grateful for them, because they remind me of great lessons that I far too easily forget when I’m healthy. When I am confined to my apartment for days and feeling lousy, I rediscover my love of things I put aside in my eagerness, haste, and professional ambitions—things like listening to Franz Schubert songs.
RIGHT!!! Because lockdowns are opportunity for lessons. Be grateful for the lessons. Confinement in an apartment (lockdown) is an opportunity to rediscover love and stuff. Gosh, it kind of sounds like John is saying that maybe lockdowns weren’t so bad.
(SSSHHHH…..not those lockdowns…a self imposed lockdown is different)
Illness also teaches us to put EVERYTHING into perspective. Vexations, annoyances, squabbles, and rivalries that seem important when we feel well signify nothing when we feel terrible.
When we are sick, we are more naturally inclined to see that we are surrounded by benefactions that we don’t notice when we have our energy and are running from one appointment to the next. The open sky, sunshine, and trees are wonders for us to enjoy if only we’d take more time to do so.
BE GRATEFUL GUYS. IT’S NOT SO BAD. BECAUSE YOU GET TO BE HEALTHY AGAIN.
Sickness teaches us to take nothing for granted. I’ve always been blessed with a strong and athletic constitution that I have (shame on me) often taken for granted. A really nasty respiratory illness gives me a glimpse into what it’s like to be deprived of my strong constitution. Today, looking out the window, I thought about how wonderful it would be to go for a brisk jog, and how lucky I am to be able to do this most of the time.
If we can manage to learn (and not forget) these lessons when we are sick with a nasty cold, then we should be grateful for the sickness.
Unlike Franz Schubert, we can take great consolation in the fact that we will get better. The key is to remember to live by these lessons after our health is restored and we resume the hustle and bustle of our daily routines.
P.S.: My favorite recording of Die Winterreise was done by Peter Pears and Benjamin Britten. Here they are performing Die Krähe (The Crow). The poet contemplates a crow that follows him as he leaves the city and walks into the countryside. The “wonderfully strange” animal seems to recognize that the poet doesn’t have much longer to live. The poet, who has been unlucky in love, takes consolation that at least the crow may show him “faithfulness till the grave.”
It is my opinion that there is an ongoing “demonstration”. I am not sure who is aware of their participation in this demonstration, and to what extent.
This “demonstration” began with a “public health emergency”, that wasn’t.
And a “pandemic” that qualified as no such thing, based on manipulated data and augmented information…
And a PCR “test” that could create a positive result from an asymptomatic “case”.
It continued on, with a public assumption that standard clinical trials happened, though a “demonstration” was always what was underway.
The rollout of the countermeasures furthered the “demonstration”; using the media, fear, and manipulative “mandates”, that were ultimately classified as a choice to elicit participation.
In my opinion, the current continuation of this “demonstration” is ongoing, and multifactorial. In this case, the demonstration continues by peddling the Big Scary Virus That Can Cause The Next Pandemic and The Big Pharma Hero narrative.
Stay on your toes, friends.
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Sarah, you are brilliant and your humor is unsurpassed. By the way, I remember that back in grade school, cooties were also Asymptomatic! Apparently some mean kids figured out how to get other kids ostracized by the same trick used during the Covid psyop. Love, Steshu
You could almost say lockdowns were, like, a Teachable Moment (tm), to recall a not-patronizing-at-all phrase from near yesteryear.
Regarding Catastrophic Contagion, if this white lung baloney is it, I'm going to breath a sigh of relief. I was sort of expecting something nasty to be sprayed on clusters of kids somehow, causing real awful effects. Something, you know, that would 'get our attention'. If it's a rerun of Covid 2, well, it's landing with a thud. Outside of the AlwaysMaskers, I don't think it's going to penetrate zee brainz the way the last song and dance did. Even the people who don't know shit, who haven't paid attention to a damn thing...they kinda know. Fingers crossed anyway.
All of which makes me concerned that they will realize the same 'ol same 'ol isn't working, and they will ratchet things up a notch. Like they are predicatively programming on Netflix right now. There's no winning with these creeps. They just keep going, like the terminator. They can't be bargained with. They can't be reasoned with. They don't feel pity, or remorse, or fear! And they absolutely will not stop, ever, until you are dead!