More peas from my stuffed tench…
Now That’s What I Call a Great Reset!
There was a big hoo-ha during the ‘pandemic’ years (remember those?) about fifteen-minute cities, digital currencies, vaccine passports, elite purchase of farmland and nobody owning anything. The whole thing, promoted by a marginal group of incompetents called the ‘World Economic Forum,’ was set to happen by 2030. If, like me, you’re not too interested in conspiracy theories, you might not have paid too much attention to all this, but there is always at least a grain of truth, sometimes a lot more, even in the maddest conjectures about who ‘they’ are and what ‘they’ are up to. Blackrock for example (who recently visited their employees, the British government, to tell them what to do next) certainly aren’t just sitting back and letting the chips of civilisation fall where they may. They have plans — they ‘conspire’ you might say — and those plans are certainly not in the interests of ordinary people.
Confining decultured people to easily surveilled, massively expensive, ‘minimalist’ living units is still the principal aim of those in power, as is doing whatever might be necessary to keep the land, labour and energy of the world (including the energy of conscious awareness) under rigid control. Totalitaria is on the cards, as it has always been, since the dawn of civilisation; not because a few maniacs in charge are able to realise their plans, which has never been possible for very long, but because civilisation itself is inherently dictatorial. Whatever localised political moves are made, this way or that, more or less Wokeism, more or less centralisation, more or less professional control, the beast slouches on to Bethlehem.
And so the ‘great reset’ spoken of a few years ago turns out to be neither great nor a reset, but, as with all the policies and practices that political gossip-columnists and all their gossipy readers fret about like old women, it is really just one of many piecemeal moves towards the desperate maintenance of a chaotic, half-baked, dystopia, held together by masking tape and silly-putty, that, because it is founded on the extraction of non-renewable resources which can no longer be cheaply extracted, can do nothing but collapse in short order.
Now that’s what I call a great reset!
