OK, one last rant and then I promise I’ll find something else to drivel about.
As the astute are well aware by now, the Report of the Royal Commission of Inquiry into you-know-what reads as an elegantly veiled plan for total population control. Everything is to be set up so that, in the event of another ‘pandemic’ or indeed any kind of emergency, the entire population can be brought under a system of tracking, tracing and monitoring. Its suave and understated terms include recommendations for the government to build concentration camps and vote itself the power to do whatever it wants to do to you.
The report’s recommendations don’t specifically call for any mandatory medical treatment, but, as Dr Guy Hatchard has so faithfully warned us, that very thing has been stealthily slipped into the gene technology deregulation bill currently before parliament.
They are still forging ahead with their evil plan, but opposition to it is rising and more and more of us are quietly or loudly pledging not to participate.
At this point I feel as if I am sitting on a hillside, staring rather blankly at the vast field of human history stretching away behind us out of sight: such staggering beauty; such unimaginable cruelty; such lofty deeds of heroism. I know almost nothing of the trillions of things that have happened, the billions of people who have lived, fought, loved and died in peace or died for the ideals they fought for.
How many times before has this happened? How many times have evil regimes arisen and how many of them have not triumphed because people saw what was happening in time to turn the tide of public opinion against them? I suspect that it has happened, not several times, but thousands of times. One very pertinent example would be the determined (and successful) efforts of our early missionaries to thwart the New Zealand Company’s nefarious schemes.
Most people will never join a popular uprising – never stick their heads above the parapet. They simply do whatever seems to be the best thing for themselves and their loved ones. When that changes, their actions quietly change. The task of those of us who are willing to brave the rotten tomatoes is simply to make enough noise to shift the centre of the discourse enough so that people feel safe making a different choice.
Will we win the war against the forgers of global technological totalitarianism? Maybe. But if we do, there will be no grand denouement, no triumphant marching of the villains to the scaffold. There will be no great awakening, only a quiet turning of faces another way.
We must stand fast. Whatever they tell us the emergency is, however cleverly they twist the narrative to cast us as backward and selfish, we must learn and remember to use the word NO. There is no need to be rude; indeed, the more polite your speech, the stronger your message. There is no need for insults or profanity. Just one little word: No. Use it.