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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