The Critical Masses
I don’t think the elite realize how handy we useless eaters actually are.
Although the Covid agenda seemed pretty transparent to me from the beginning, there was one little detail that never did (and still doesn’t) quite make sense:
If the globalists’ goal really is to depopulate, aren’t they making a pretty egregious error by taking out the obedient people first? You know, the ones who quickly and dutifully lined up for their “mandatory” kill shots (over and over and over and over); the ones who marched their own children to the slaughterhouses vaccine clinics and handed them over to a stranger with a syringe without even asking what was in it (the very same people who likely wouldn’t buy a washing machine that doesn’t have the Good Housekeeping Seal of Approval or a book with a four-star rating on Amazon the mind literally boggles); the ones who not only complied with every last masking and social distancing and stay-at-home order but used all the extra time that forced hermiting afforded them to parade around social media shaming anyone not doing these imbecilic things? The docile, inoculated flock would make fine little soldiers in the globalist army; you’d think they’d want to protect them at any cost.
Think about it: Once they exterminate all of the compliant conformists, they’ll be left with nothing but people like you and me, with our boiling rage and our Gadsden Flag hoodies and our COME AND TAKE IT doormats and our locked and loaded Glocks. Did you really think this through, Manboobs? Because the ones who see right through your fauxlanthropy are not only still going to be here, but we’ll be heavily armed and more pissed off than ever. And last time I checked, there are a metric shit ton* of us.
*actual figure
While we’re on the subject, perhaps Club Davos never really stopped to imagine what a minimally populated planet might look like in the day-to-day:
Gates: Okay Klaus, it’s time for my colonoscopy.
Schwab: Und?
Gates: Um… remember? We killed off all of the proctologists. I’m gonna need you to—
Schwab: Nein!
Gates: Come on, buddy, I’ll do it for you when it’s your turn.
Schwab (angrily): Verdammt, zis is zee last time.
[a week later]
Gates: Hey George, hurry up and finish reading those gastroenterology textbooks. This polyp isn’t going to remove itself!
A sincere question to the pampered, egomaniacal elite: Are you planning to scour your own toilets, farm your own food, haul your own waste, service your own cars, scrub your own callouses, and pilot your own planes after you mostly depopulate the planet? As you gleefully wipe out ninety percent of us, are you going to remember to not to kill the folks who make the movies you want to watch and the music you enjoy listening to? Are you planning to spare a handful of hospitality workers, or are you that excited to have billions of acres of land to yourself that you’re willing to forsake restaurants, resorts, race tracks, nightclubs, pubs, bowling allies, coffee shops, sporting events, strip clubs, and casinos? Do you realize that those sorts of establishments require cooks, cashiers, buyers, bouncers, servers, strippers, managers, dishwashers, bartenders, bussers, hosts, and people willing to clean up puke in the bathroom and disinfect the shoes? (Spoiler: The Olympics are going to suck.) What do you plan to do when your hot water heater blows, the tile in your bathroom cracks, or your 10,000 square-foot vacation chalet needs a new roof? Who’s going to operate the ski lift in St. Moritz or repair your broken bindings? Will you caddy your own unwieldy golf clubs?
Did you ever stop to think about how incredibly useful we useless eaters actually are?
Schwab: Iz zere anyvun here who can plunge zee zshitter?
Gates: I don’t… ahhh… particularly, for me… it’s really, kind of... ahhh, you know… largely a no.
Soros: I have given my control to Alexander, but he is very busy trying to make a movie so we have something to watch next year. Poor Tom Hanks is playing every part.
Harari: Ah, yes. Existential questions such as this have played a pivotal role in shaping the narrative of our shared existence for centuries. But looking at the algorhythms and the apogee of human authority in the shape of the ideology known as humanism, there’s a tremendous ethical question that manifests in the idea that homo sapiens are capable of a rational division of labor. What does this mean? Who is the supreme authority? These are difficult questions. For thousands upon thousands of years in the grand tapestry of human history, theories have defined our thoughts, but now in this era of objective ethics, even the most ordinary of tasks holds within it the potential for enlightenment and profound reflection.
Hillary [to herself]: If only we hadn’t taken out all the hitmen.
Biden: Trueinterdenassuverprezure!
Schwab (under his breath): Nutzlose esser.
I’m not calling the elites shortsighted (I’m calling them demonic, ignorant, and shortsighted), but they *may* want to take a moment to consider some of my points. Managing the manor—and the planet—without plenty of hired help may not turn out to be the utopia they’re imagining.
If anyone needs me in the meantime, I’ll be right here, trying my best to be ungovernable and extremely difficult to kill.
Haven’t pulled the trigger on The War on Ivermectin yet? The hardback is currently cheaper than the Kindle version. You can check out some excerpts here.
Yep, you nailed it mein Liebchen. Loved the dialogs. You should write a book…oh, never mind…
Only one thing you missed: THEY spared all the illegals pouring in through our Southern Border: unvaxxed, unvetted, low skilled (many), armed (some), soon to be Democrat voters (probably all). These migrants will be the new generation of soldiers, cooks, and bottom washers who serve the elite. The Grand Plan of their Great Reset.
You're assuming there's a connection between people who do manual labor and those who fell for the propaganda. Whereas in my limited circle, I've found the people most susceptible to it are actually the upper middle class who believe they're the important movers and shakers of this world. Many of the working class people I know were suspicious from the start. Klaus and friends only need so many middle managers, after all.