Een kort verhaal van Caitlin Johnstone, die de massa´s aanwijst als een
slapende reus, die keer op keer in slaap wordt gehouden, terwijl zijn
wereld zo verandert dat z’n manier van leven voorgoed voorbij is en
de maatschappij ‘voor zijn eigen bestwil’ is veranderd in een enorme
gevangenis…… Ofwel de gevolgen van het Cornavirus versnellen de poging om de individuele burger van de wieg tot het graf te volgen, te controleren en te manipuleren, een maatschappij als beschreven in 1984, het boek van George Orwell…….
De moeite van het lezen meer dan waard!
The
Sleeping Giant
A
slumbering giant began to stir and awaken.
“Something’s
wrong,” he mumbled.
“Now,
now, just you relax,” said a small voice. “Everything’s
fine.”
The
giant cracked an eye open to find a small man in a lab coat holding a
needle and syringe half his size.
“I
need to get up,” said the giant. “It feels like something’s
wrong.”
“Nonsense,
everything’s fine,” said the man in the lab coat. “We’ve
taken care of everything. You need your rest. We’ll look after you.
I’m going to give you some medicine to help you sleep.”
“How
long was I asleep for?” the giant asked after wincing from the
prick of the needle.
“Not
long enough,” said the man. “Rest now. We’ve got everything
taken care of.”
The
man’s voice faded into blackness as the giant relaxed into the ground
and lost consciousness. He dreamed that a great serpent was chasing
him.
Much
later, the giant awakened with a start to the sounds of distant
gunfire and began to get up.
“Shhh,
relax! It’s okay,” said the man in the lab coat.
“There
is a war!” said the giant. “I must stop it!”
“Yes,
there is a war, but it’s a necessary war,” said the man,
struggling to fill a giant syringe with green liquid from a container
nearby. “The side we’re fighting against is very bad and must be
stopped. Their leader persecutes minorities, and kills babies for no
reason! And we received intelligence saying that they were preparing
to attack us with powerful weapons.”
“Oh
that’s terrible!” said the giant, relaxing and laying his
enormous head back down.
“Very
terrible indeed,” said the man in the lab coat. “It will be
over soon though. Victory is right around the corner. Then we’ll have
peace.”
“I
like peace,” said the giant, screwing his eyes shut as the
needle went in.
“Don’t
we all?” said the man. “Rest now. Rest.”
Heavy
eyelids closed, and the pops and explosions faded into nothingness.
A
long time passed. The giant kept having nightmares about a venomous
serpent biting his flesh.
Eventually
the giant began awakening once again. The gunfire and explosions were
still going, and they were louder than before. He opened his eyes and
saw the man in the lab coat urinating on a tree.
“You
said the war would be over soon,” said the giant.
“Oh!
You’re awake!” said the man with a start, hastily zipping up and
rushing to his medicine bag.
“Ah,
yes, yes the war,” he said as he fumbled to prepare the needle.
“Well see we got rid of the bad guy, but that ended up creating
a power vacuum and now there’s an even worse
bad guy in his place! This one actually eats
babies!”
“I
feel sick,” said the giant. “Something’s wrong with me. I
need to get up.”
“You
know I’m glad you brought that up, because it happens that we have
put together a party that is dedicated to curing your sickness,”
said the man. “You just relax and go back to sleep, and the
party will take care of everything.”
“Why
are there tubes in my flesh?” asked the giant.
“They’re
there to help you become healthy,” the man replied. “Your
medicine is ready. Just relax, you’ll feel a slight pin prick.”
“You’re
sure you guys have a handle on this?”
“Absolutely.
Relax. Trust the party.”
The
giant had nightmares that he was trapped in the coils of an enormous
serpent. Every time he’d exhale it would squeeze its coils ever
tighter around him.
A
great long time later, the giant’s eyes opened again. He was lying on
his back now, and he could feel tiny ropes being cast over his body.
“Hey
what’s going on?” yelled the giant.
“Shhh,
relax,” the man in the lab coat said into his ear. “Go back
to sleep.”
“They’re
tying me up!” the giant protested, beginning to struggle and
shake.
“It’s
for your safety! Calm down,” said the man. “Sometimes you
move in your sleep and we’re worried you might hurt yourself.”
“I
still hear the war!” objected the giant. “And I feel even
sicker now! What’s happening? You said your party would fix this!”
“There’s
been a problem in the party, but we’re fixing it,” said the man.
“There is a great revolutionary leader who is fighting to take
control of the party, and he will put everything right. Soon big
changes will be made, and all will be well.”
“I
can make the changes myself!” roared the giant. “I am vast!
I am powerful! I will make things right! Untie me and let me up!”
“Yes,
you can. Of course you can,” said the man. “But we’ve got
to work within the system. If you go upsetting the system, the
bad guys will win!”
“Oh
well I don’t want the bad guys to win,” the giant said, relaxing
slightly.
“Of
course you don’t,” said the man. “You are good, and you are
mighty. Now relax and go to sleep so we can win this revolution.”
“Okay,”
said the giant. “Okay.”
The
world fell away after the familiar needle prick, and the giant
dreamed he was being swallowed alive by an enormous serpent.
After
what felt like a very, very long time, the giant awoke to the sounds
of construction. He opened his eyes and, after much straining through
badly blurred vision, was able to make out cranes and pulleys all
around him, lifting large iron bars which many men were working to
affix to an enormous structure being built around him.
“Wh-
what is this?” asked the giant. His voice was weak and raspy.
“Relax,”
the familiar voice said into his ear. “It’s nothing. Go back to
sleep.”
“They’re
building a cage around me,” the giant whispered.
“It’s
for your safety,” said the man in the lab coat. “We need to
protect you from the bad guys while you sleep.”
The
giant struggled to get up but couldn’t move.
“Why
am I tied down?”
“It’s
for your safety, remember? Your safety is our highest priority.”
“I
am sick,” said the giant. “I’m sick, and I’m weak. I need
help.”
“We
are helping you,” said the man. “We are making you well.”
“No,
no you’re not. You’re making me sick. You’re making me weak. These
tubes you’ve got in me. They’re not helping me, they’re draining me.”
“Nonsense.
You’re imagining things.”
“You’re
using me. You’ve been using me this entire time.”
“That’s
a paranoid delusion. You’re paranoid and crazy. I’m going to give you
some medicine to calm down.”
“No.
No!”
The
needle went in, followed by the familiar darkness.
“One
of these days,” thought the giant as he slipped away. “One
of these days I should definitely get up.”
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Zie ook:
‘Rutte 3 wil ongrondwettelijke noodmaatregelen legitimeren met spoedwet‘ (en zie de links in dat bericht naar meer artikelen over de aantasting van burgerrechten ‘in de strijd tegen het Coronavirus’)
‘Bill Gates, CDC, WHO en de farmaceuten anticipeerden op de Coronacrisis in november 2019…..‘ (en zie de links in dat bericht naar meer artikelen aangaande het Cornavirus)
