The Day We All Fell Out

That's the name of a tale of woe, a tale of derring-do, of alpha males, less blunt the gals, it was a right-to-do.

Are you seated comftorbold,?  Then I'll begin.  Once upon a time, there was a land where everyone was a villager in a land of villages, daily life was a bit like the Shire and yet there were small dramas everyday which would fill a series soap called Coronary Thump.  There were really opinionated people such as Glenn Fairclough and more sensitive people like Sven Barlow but by and large, people got along and doffed their hats.

Then came distant rumblings from other lands that things were not so good and before we knew it, our lovely friendly Gubbermint had bought in and were starting to boss people about, robbing people of their savings, their pensions, putting them out of work if they didn’t agree to being stabbed in the arm. That sort of thing.

Dark tales were coming from abroad, boding no good. And if there was one thing the people of this land of villages would not put up with, it was being bossed about over where they could smoke, when they could have a pint, even which words they could say.  There were grumblings, especially about all these new scares, one after the other after the other, just like a soap opera ... only in real life.

Along came a brilliant engineer called Jim Learner-Bee who said here's a new system you can use to all have a right moan and chat about things and everyone said wasn't Science marvellous, what could possibly go wrong?  What a kind man, not the slightest idea the use to which it would later be put by people in Gubbermint.  

And very soon, there was a type of person called a political blogger and they all had opinions on everything under the sun and what's more, they weren't shy in expressing them - even the girls were getting into it.  The men, of course, were like walruses bashing heads against one another but that was fine - it was all part of life's rich pageant in the land of villages. What's more, they all started carrying around these cellphone thingies and could access these opinions night and day until they all went mad with a condition called 5G mania.

In today's episode, the cast of characters who all used pseudonyms for security were:

You Won't See Me Coming, a lady palaeontologist given to friendships with people like Fingers McGee and a blogger called The Elk - her output included tags such as "I'm from the Gubbermint and I'm here to help" and content such as, "Turns out, though, the biggest danger was our 'world class' NHS."  One might gather from that that she was deeply distrustful. by default. of anything Gubbermint labelled Great, involved a Reset and Mandated this and that.

The Elk, a strongly opinionated blogger [is there any other kind?] with a heart of gold, given to such utterances as, "It's not the virtue signalling from The Oscars that grips my shit. That's only to be expected. It's the use of that term that keeps cropping up everywhere these days - Plant Based," or else, "In order to pay homage to the Climate Change God, our Gubbermint in its infinite wisdom has decided to ban petrol and diesel cars by 2040."  Sounds like our kind of blogger in this corner of the sphere and a welcome warrior.

Uncle Pastuzo, a man from across the water who thinks differently and is Woke to the real truth as he sees it, well educated but education is a double-edged sword, n'est-ce-pas?  Depends who's doing the ejukating.  Quite convinced that his view of reality, in line with Gubbermnint dicktats, is best for all concerned, minus one or two quibbles here and there. He's one of our Guardians, not a blogger but part of the sphere.  Not a natural ally of The Elk, one might say.

Utter Nutter, a divisive blogger, walrus-like, like all the other males of the species, known in other circles as Fearless Ferreter, who hangs about with a whole load of other ferreters and whose OTT posts always seem to come into reality about fifteen years down the track, largely thanks to the feral band of ferreters, delights in showing otherwise fine bloggers of sound politics their error over one or two specific topics, e.g. any Gubbermint policy involving Mandates is a policy people should be deeply suspicious of and in fact run a mile from, the more globally vehement and clone like the sugar and spice messaging is.

There are plenty of other characters in this tale, such as the Clean Engineer, who comes out with things like, "I spent over forty years serving in the Royal Fleet Auxiliary as an Engineer Officer," our sort of guy in other words.  Or Theo B, who comes out with things such as:

Scientists and their IFLS cheerleaders who are wringing their hands about an antiscientific backlash from the right-wing extremist anti-vaccination crowd are completely failing to understand who is going to be after their heads.  

But scientists shouldn't be worried about the staunch opposition from the people who don't believe them, don't trust them, and ignore their advice. They should be worried - indeed, they should be completely terrified - of the retribution that awaits them at the hands of the poor fools who were credulous enough to take them at their word and harm themselves and their children at their behest.   

Their victims are almost certainly going to be much more inclined to bypass the law and seek vengeance rather than justice.

Hard to argue and again, in line with deep suspicion of Gubbermint, the quality of its MPs and the quality of its everchangin' advice according to the political weather at the time. Libertarians tend to see this corner of the sphere as Statist versus people, which Utter Nutter expected The Elk might embrace but not Uncle Pastuzo, while You Won't See Me Coming stays in the undergrowth, ready to strike without warning.

One would expect that but instead, The Elk and Utter Nutter seem to be doing a spot of walrus headbutting - puzzling but one of those anomalies because one thing which does characterise this corner of the sphere is that they're all like a room of unherdable cats.  One is tempted to say there's nothing terminal going on here, that Utter Nutter will serve his time in the Naughty Corner for his unlibertarian actions and away they all go on the next topic.

Except for one thing.   A wise old man, years ago, forget who, said at the time that the one thing Gubbermint will always do is firstly be ruled by global directives:

... and secondly they will forever be seeking an issue to irrevocably divide the opposition to them over - it could be gay "marriage", it could be pronouns, it could be trans this and that, it could be for and anti war, it could be appeasing terrorists on your knees - it matters not to the Dark Controllers what the issue is, as long as it gets natural allies falling out.  And natural allies can also be strange bedfellows - they'll be the first to fall out.

Thus, the greater danger is not so much the issue of the day that the Dark Controllers are pushing like hell through Gubbermints - people will eventually tire of all that - but the falling out of natural allies when they should be doing the exact opposite.  Without due diligence, those sorts of things can become scar tissue and it's essential to realise that that's precisely what the Dark Controllers are aiming for - perma-fallout.