WHAT GLOBALIST GREAT RESET REALLY MEANS

AN OPEN LETTER TO DR. VERNON COLEMAN

 

Dear Dr. Coleman,

I really adore your objective and at the same time uncompromising critique of the politics dictated by the gang of globalist billionaires to their pathetic puppets - the political establishment and the mass-media. I completely agree with you and share your position, especially concerning the covid-19 fear mongering and the retrograde barbarianism of "green" anti-CO₂ crusaders.

But unfortunately you (as all other oppenents of this seemingly insane politics aimed at the destruction of our civilisation) do not disclose the real motives of the billionaire perpetrators of this politics - the Rothschilds, Rockefellers, Soros, Buffet, Fink, Gates, Schwab, Musk, Besos etc. And the most urgent question is: Why this gang of super rich scoundrels is so eager to destroy the modern technologically advanced civilisation, although this obviously means the economic collapse of industrial capitalism?

This pretense madness has its hidden logic. And this logic was analysed many years ago by Dr. Karl Marx. He discovered that the law of diminishing profit rate in the course of capital accumulation means the death sentence to the capitalist production mode based on the exploitation of wage labour. This thesis was not disproved despite numerous failed attempts (and false claims of success) by bourgeois economists and propagandists.

The problem nowadays is that nobody reads Marx, first because of the bogus dominant opinion that Marx is obsolete and even wrong, and secondly because of Marx's 19-century German heavyweight scientific writing style which is incomprehensible for those who are used to read only tweets.

I would like to recommend you reading a very well-written book on the difficult subject of this law of political economy, written by Mr. Henryk Grossman just before the beginning of the Great Depression: "The Law of Accumulation and Collapse of the Capitalist System" by Henryk Grossman. You can read this book here https://www.marxists.org/archive/grossman/1929/breakdown/ (translation into English).

This book gives the clue to understanding the economic necessity - caused by the inevitably deficient valorisation of the giant capitals accumulated by billionaires, hedge funds, banks etc. - of such perverse and outrageous measures as "quantitative easings" (fake profits for the super rich), destruction of "excessive" productive capital (usually accomplished by wars) with "green new deal" and "covid"-lockdowns, as well as the "new normal" proclaimed by Mr. Schwab of the WEF and depicted by him this way:

which in reality will turn out as fascism 2.0 and the substitution of wage labour with concentration camps' slave labour:

I suspect that the globalists try (in the tradition of physiocrats) to regard slave labour as a source of "natural rent" and thus as the solution of the problem of diminishing returns on capital. Marxist political economy exposes this thinking as an illusory wishful thinking, because the replacement of wage labour with slave labour simply transfers labour from variable to constant capital and the problem of the progressively deficient valorisation in the process of capital accumulation remains unsolved. Truly, the only solution of all the problems of capitalism is the annihilation of capitalist system and the construction of socialist society. It is also obvious that this desperate and futile attempt to save capitalism by turning the course of history backwards to slave-owning system will bring untimely death to many (hundreds of) millions of innocent people.

In short, this "new normal" is designed by the globalist billionaires' oligarchy as a subterfuge remake of German Nazi totalitarian 3rd Reich and as such is obviously doomed to fail. Some interesting thoughts concerning fascism were expressed by Mr. George Orwell here: https://www.orwellfoundation.com/the-orwell-foundation/orwell/essays-and-other-works/second-thoughts-on-james-burnham/ .

I repeatedly made this point on my Russian (https://behaviorist-socialist-ru.blogspot.com/ ) and English (https://behaviorist-socialist.blogspot.com/ ) blogs, but unfortunately I have small publicity. Therefore I ask you to read the book of Mr. Grossman and devote one of your future talks on "brand new tube" - https://brandnewtube.com/@DrVernonColeman - to his explanation of the economical cause of the political outrage we witness now all around the (capitalist) world.

Yours sincerely,

behaviorist-socialist

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G7 CORONAHEADS

 

FUN AGAINST THE OUTRAGE OF FAKE COVID PANDEMICS FEARMONGERING 3

 I suspect that there is a lot of people everywhere in the world now, who are puzzled by the fact that not only corporate mass-media, but also all institutions of the so-called "democracy", all the "elected representatives of the people" without exception started the world-wide political campaign of fake "covid-19 pandemics", which is ruinous for real economy because of lockdowns and for the health of the people because of masks and gene-modifying mRNA-"vaccines".

Well, it ought to be expected. The only force which can protect the people from the outrage of the multibillionaires' globalist WEF cabal is the people itself.

Bourgeois "democracy" (I call it in Russian "dermokratiya", i.e. the government of shit) was a fake just from the beginning. This is how it was depicted by Honoré Daumier as "The legislative belly" in 1834:

It was and remains a puppet theatre where all the decisions are made by the super-rich masters behind the curtain, and the "representatives of the people" merely rubberstamp these decisions. The only difference between the aristocratic monarchies and the bourgeois dermokratiya is that the rule of monarchs and aristocracy is a candid tyranny, whereas the rule of money bags is a hidden and hypocritical tyranny.

Sometimes some of these hidden dictators (the newcomers and idiots among them) start acting openly, for example, most recently Mr. Bill Gates and Mr. Elon Musk. The clever ones (for example, the Rothschilds, the Mellons and the Rockefellers) always cautiously remain in hiding - like blood-sucking bugs and ticks - and promote their agenda using pathetic puppet celebrities - Mr. Kissinger, Mr. Brzezinski, Mr. Schwab, Mr. Macron, Miss Greta Thunberg etc...

There can be NO democracy without equality, therefore the only possible democracy of industrial mass society is communism. To become really free not to fool, rob and kill fellow humans (as the word "liberty" is understood by the capitalists), but to be free for harmoniously cooperating and helping each other, people must reject the bestiality of capitalist system and to acquire totally different - socialist - system of social and interpersonal relations. This can be achieved only by applying the behaviorist operant technology of social engineering.

The people before World War I understood the necessity to wipe out capitalism because there were still many overt tyrannies - monarchies, whereas nowadays the tyranny of real masters of the world - the globalist oligarchy of super-rich scoundrels - is hidden behind fake bourgeois "democracy" and the people is thoroughly brainwashed by mass-media. This is why the people is being usually defeated and the money bags are always winning.

This situation is disastrous because this oligarchy knows pretty well that capitalism has reached the dead end of its development, both economical (the explanation see here: https://behaviorist-socialist.blogspot.com/2021/01/it-is-capitalism-stupid.html ) and political (capitalist scum has to hide its intentions from the people). The only way open for capitalism is backwards into fascism, neo-feudalism and slavery. The goal of notorious "Great Reset" and "Green New Deal" is global totalitarian reign of a bunch of super-rich parasites over radically reduced mankind kept in desperate debt slavery. The most obvious and disgusting examples of this retrograde reactionary "development" (actually: decay) are all post-Soviet capitalist regimes with the exception of Belarus. Take, for example, a neonazi bandero-fascist regime in the Ukraine or the restored tsarist despotism with its ridiculous double-headed eagle in Russia. And the whole world is suffering from the same standard operating procedures of Western imperialism as already in the 19th century: the incessant aggressive wars and the neo-colonial exploitation and plundering of the "Third World".

The only way from this bloody bestiality of capitalism is the revolution against the tyrannies, both overt and hidden. We have to regain healthy political common sense which the mankind had before the World War I. Therefore today I offer to your attention the beginning of "The Brave Soldier Švejk (Shveyk)" (also translated into English as "The Good Soldier Švejk") - the posthumous (remained unfinished in 1923) novel by Czech author Jaroslav Hašek (Hashek). As you will see, Mr. Švejk is NOT an intellectual; he is an ordinary commoner endowed with common sense.

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Jaroslav Hašek:

"The Brave Soldier Švejk Intervenes in the Great War

'And so they've killed our Ferdinand,' said the charwoman to Mr Švejk, who had left military service years before, after having been finally certified by an army medical board as an imbecile, and now lived by selling dogs - ugly, mongrel monstrosities whose pedigrees he forged.

Apart from this occupation he suffered from rheumatism and was at this very moment rubbing his knees with Ellimann's patented ointment.

'Which Ferdinand, Mrs Müller?' he asked, going on with the massaging. 'I know two Ferdinands. One is delivery servant at Pruša's drugstore, and once by mistake he drank a bottle of hair lotion there. And the other is Ferdinand Kokoška who removes dog shit from the streets. Neither of them is any loss.

'Oh no, sir, it's His Imperial Highness, the Archduke Ferdinand, from Konopište, the fat churchy one.'

'Jesus Maria!' exclaimed Švejk. 'What a grand job!And where did it happen to His Imperial Highness?'

'They bumped him off at Sarajevo, sir, with a revolver, you know. He drove there in a car with his Archduchess.'

'Well, there you have it, Mrs Müller, in a car. Yes, of course, a gentleman like him can afford it, but he never imagines that a drive like that might finish up badly. And at Sarajevo into the bargain! That's in Bosnia, Mrs Müller. I expect the Turks did it. You know, we never ought to have taken Bosnia and Herzegovina from them. And so you see, Mrs Müller. His Imperial Highness now rests with the angels. Did he suffer long?'

'His Imperial Highness was done for at once, sir. You know, a revolver isn't just a toy. Not long ago there was a gentleman in Nusle, where I come from, who fooled about with a revolver too. And what happened? He shot his whole family and the porter too who came up to see who was doing the shooting there on the third floor.'

'There are some revolvers, Mrs Müller, that won't go off even if you bust yourself. There are lots of that type. But for His Imperial Highness I'm sure they must have bought something better. And I wouldn't mind betting, Mrs Müller, that the chap who did it put on smart togs for the occasion. Potting at an Imperial Highness is no easy job, you know. It's not like a poacher potting at a gamekeeper. The question is how you get at him. You can't come near a fine gentleman like that if you're dressed in rags. You've got to wear a topper; so that cops don't nab you beforehand.'

'They say there were a lot of them, sir.'

'Well, of course, Mrs Müller,' said Švejk, finishing massaging his knees. 'If you wanted to kill His Imperial Highness or for that matter even His Imperial Majesty the emperor, you'd certainly need advice. Several heads are wiser than one. One chap advises you this, another that, and then "the deed is crowned with success", as our national anthem says. The main thing is to watch out for the moment when a gentleman like this rides past. Just like old Luccheni, if you remember, who stabbed our late lamented (empress) Elizabeth with a file. He just went for a stroll with her. Who's going to trust anybody now? After that there'll be no more strolls for empresses! And a lot of other persons'll have it coming to them too, you know. You mark my words, Mrs Müller, it'll be the turn of the Tsar and the Tsarina next and maybe, though God forbid, even of His Imperial Majesty the Emperor, now they've started with his uncle. He's got a lot of enemies, the old gentleman has. Even more than Ferdinand. Not long ago a gentleman was telling us in the pub that a time would come when all these emperors would get done in one after the other, and all the king's horses and all the king's men wouldn't save them. After that he hadn't any money to pay his bill and the landlord had to have him arrested. And he hit the landlord across the jaw once and the policeman twice. So after that they took him away in a drunks' cart to sober him up again. Well, Mrs Müller, what a world we live in, to be sure! What a loss for Austria again! (...) I can imagine that His Imperial Highness, the Archduke Ferdinand, made a mistake about that chap who shot him. He saw a gentleman and thought, "He must be a decent fellow who's giving me a cheer." And instead of that he gave him bang! bang! Did he give him one bang or several, Mrs Müller?'

'The newspaper says, sir, that His Imperial Highness was riddled like a sieve. He emptied all his cartridges into him.'

'Well, it goes jolly quickly, Mrs Müller, terribly quickly. I'd buy a Browning for a job like that. It looks like a toy, but in a couple of minutes you can shoot twenty archdukes with it, never mind whether they're thin or fat. Although, between you and me, a fat archduke's a better mark than a thin one. You may remember the time they shot that king of theirs in Portugal? He was a fat chap too. After all, you wouldn't expect a king to be thin, would you? Well, now I'm going to the pub, U Čaši (The Chalice), and if anyone comes here for that miniature pinscher, which I took an advance on, tell them I've got him in my kennels in the country, that I've only just cropped his ears, and he mustn't be moved until they heal up, otherwise they'll catch cold. Would you please give the key to the house-porter."

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FUN AGAINST THE OUTRAGE OF FAKE COVID PANDEMICS FEARMONGERING 1

 

If just a couple of years ago I had been told the horror story about the police tyranny, lockdowns, compulsory masking and abominable nudging to be "vaccinated" with infectious mRNA, all of which nowadays is an everyday reality, I should have replied that it is impossible to drown the whole world in such a disgusting lunatic tyranny.

Nevertheless the bunch of criminals - Bill Gates, Klaus Schwab and their sock-puppet politicians managed to intimidate whole nations and press the peoples of the world into shameful submission by inventing the bogey of fake "pandemics" of common cold.

Their aim is to impose the long-planned fascist orwellian "Great Reset" upon all of us. Obviously it is a paranoiac madness, a "twisted world" which should be rejected from the very outset. It should not be discussed seriously, it should be ridiculed.

This scheme of Davos WEF scumbags should be rejected without any doubt because it means the creation of a global system of serfdom and slavery for the 99 % and outrageous despotism and impunity for the super-rich 1 %. The experience of German nazi death camps proves the feasibility of such systems, because a great majority of people prefer to suffer extremely humiliating, degrading and deadly conditions of existence in order to survive just one day more, rather than fight back or commit suicide.

Therefore I am going to repost here as a remedy against this officially proclaimed and imposed fascist insanity several short excerpts from funny books for you to cheer up and regain courage to fight against the WEF fascist globalist gang of super-rich and super-powerful scoundrels.

First comes the end piece of short novel by Robert Sheckley "Mindswap" telling how the hero called Marvin Flynn who roamed the worlds in a succession of borrowed bodies searching for his own, at last regaining it in the "twisted world"...

and accepting this "twisted world" as the real one without noticing its distorted and even paranoiac reality. You can read the whole novel here: https://archive.org/details/Galaxy_v23n05_1965-06 .

Robert Sheckley:

" (...) It is a quiet spot. To the left is a grove of Kraggash trees, to the right is an oil refinery. Here is an empty beer can, here is a gypsy moth. And just beyond is the spot where Marvin opened the suitcase and took out his long-lost body.
He blew the dust off it and combed its hair. He wiped its nose and straightened its tie. Then, with seemly reverence, he put it on.

And thus Marvin Flynn found himself back on Earth and inside his own body.
He went to his home town of Stanhope, and found things unchanged. The town was still some three hundred miles from New York in physical distance, and some hundred years away in spiritual and emotional distance. Just as before there were the orchards, and the clusters of brown cows grazing against the rolling green pastureland. Eternal was the elm-lined Main Street and the lonely late-night wail of a jetliner.
No one asked Marvin where he had been. Not even his best friend, Billy Hake, who assumed he had taken a jaunt to one of the regular tourist spots like Sinkiang or the lower Ituri Rain Forest.
At first, Marvin found this invincible stability as upsetting as he had ever found the tranpositions of Mindswap or the deformed conundrums of the Twisted World. Stability seemed exotic to him; he kept on waiting for it to fade away.
But places like Stanhope do not fade, and boys like Marvin gradually lose their sense of enchantment and high purpose.
Alone late at night in his attic room, Marvin often dreamed of Cathy. He still found it difficult to think of her as a special agent of the Planetary Vigilance Association. And yet, there had been a hint of officiousness in her manner, and a glint of the righteous prosecutor in her eyes.
He loved her and would always mourn her loss; but he was more content to mourn her than to possess her. And, if the truth must be told, Marvin’s eye had already been caught, or recaptured, by Marsha Baker, the demure and attractive young daughter of Edwin Marsh Baker, Stanhope’s leading real estate dealer.
Stanhope, if not the best of all possible worlds, was still the best world Marvin had seen. It was a place where you could live without things jumping out at you and you jumping out at things. No metaphoric deformation was possible in Stanhope; a cow looked exactly like a cow, and to call it anything else was unwarrantable poetic license.
And so, undoubtedly: east, west, home’s the best; and Marvin set himself the task of enjoyment of the familiar, which sentimental wise men say is the apex of human wisdom.
His life was marred only by one or two small doubts. First and foremost was the question: How had he come back to Earth from the Twisted World?
He did considerable research on this question, which was more ominous than it first seemed. He realized that nothing is impossible in the Twisted World, and that nothing is even improbable. There is causality in the Twisted World, but there is also non-causality. Nothing must be; nothing is necessary.
Because of this, it was quite conceivable that the Twisted World had flung him back to Earth, showing its power by relinquishing its power over Marvin.
That indeed seemed to be what had happened. But there was another, less pleasant alternative.
This was expressed in the Doorham Propositions as follows : “Among the kingdoms of probability which the Twisted World sets forth, one must be exactly like our world, and another must be exactly like our world except for one detail, and another exactly like our world except for two details, and so forth.”
Which meant that he might still be on the Twisted World, and that this Earth which he perceived might be no more than a passing emanation, a fleeting moment of order in the fundamental chaos, destined to be dissolved at any moment back into the fundamental senselessness of the Twisted World.
In a way it made no difference, since nothing is permanent except our illusions. But no one likes to have his illusions threatened, and Marvin wanted to know where he stood.
Was he on Earth, or was he on a replica of Earth?
Might there not be some significant detail inconsistent with the Earth he had left? Might there not be several details? Marvin tried to find out for the sake of his peace of mind. He explored Stanhope and its environs, looked and tested and checked the flora and fauna.
Nothing seemed to be amiss. Life went on as usual; his father tended his herds of rats, and his mother placidly continued to lay eggs.
He went north to Boston and New York, then further south to the vast Philadelphia-Los Angeles area. Everything seemed in order.
He contemplated sailing east across the continent on the mighty Delaware River and continuing his search in the California cities of Schenectady, Milwaukee and Shanghai.
He changed his mind, however, realizing that there was no sense in spending his life trying to discover whether or not he had a life to spend.
Besides, there was the possibility that, even if the Earth were changed, his memory and perceptions might also be changed, rendering discovery impossible.

He lay beneath Stanhope’s familiar green sky and considered this possibility. It seemed unlikely: for did not the giant oak trees still migrate each year to the south? Did not the huge red sun move across the sky, pursued by its dark companion? Did not the triple moons return each month with their new accumulation of comets? These familiar sights reassured him. Everything seemed to be as it always had been. And so, willingly and with a good grace, Marvin accepted his world at face value, married Marsha Baker and lived forever after."

 

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THE SIGN OF SLAVERY AND BLIND OBEDIENCE