The Siren Song of Normieville

The small town of Normieville has a single ambulance. Every time there's a medical emergency, the wail of its siren marks the occasion. It used to be a rare event. Not any more.

The Dispatch calls it the Siren Song. It plays every day now, sometimes more than once. It's hard to miss the strident cry of 'wooooo – woe-be-you'. Others hear it too, but they're not listening. The frequencies they tune offer no mental placeholder for this bit of reality so it doesn't register.

To notice it you have to tune a different frequency. One at which the Siren Song relates to certain mass medical experiment that is still underway. Ask not for whom the siren wails....

Well okay then, go ahead and ask. Ask the experts who sold the 'Holey Schience' for the past three years. Ask them about the current excess injuries and deaths in the countries that were 'cured' and watch them squirm and shrug.

It takes a lot of clowns to keep the public engaged in the biggest reality show in known history. The entire planet tuned in for the lockdown fun, face mask fashion, dancing nurses, PCR test lottery, fear porn tribulation and the coming of the injectable savior with free donuts. But any relation to real life was purely in the eye of the beholder.

Beholders watching from the Hegelian dialect perspective, however, saw something much more ominous than some novel virus. First came the Problem: an invisible scary comes among us. This provoked a Reaction: herd panic and mass disabling of critical thinking. Which led to the Solution: a “safe and effective” cure that absolutely everyone had to take to save the world. The ultimate virtue signal. For some, the final one.

The actual agenda is so evil and twisted that Normieville would rather drop dead than face it... literally. But every time the Siren Song plays, the Dispatch remembers. Behind the veil of the new normal, these “sudden” and “unexpected” deaths are casualties of war. A war they never even knew they were in.

Fifth generation warfare (5GW) is the essence of Sun Tzu's first principle: 'All warfare is based on deception'. 5GW does not employ soldiers, tanks and bombs. It infiltrates minds to program, weaponize and deceive unwary targets to embrace self-destruction.

For Normieville, this is nothing short of inconceivable. Normal folk would never fall for such death cult tactics, much less entire societies.

That's where the mental disconnect is. Followers of the new normal cult are not aware of their follower status. They are just normal, rational people doing what they're told by those charged with their safety. Doing their duty for the collective good, embracing salvation, not destruction. Just put on the facemask, lock down, take the jabs and don't think too hard. You are now one of us.

This disconnect is not about IQ and never was. It is about conformity, obedience and, ultimately, trust. For the 80% of the population with the white sheep gene, trust in the system is dogma and any idea that challenges it is knee-jerk rejected regardless of IQ.

For the 20% with the black sheep gene it's quite the opposite. Non-conformity, disobedience and a generally poor view of authority, also regardless of IQ. These are the ones who are as likely to take a government-sponsored experimental jab as Normieville is to proclaim that Epstein didn't kill himself.

Black sheep are scattered evenly across the herd, most extended families have at least one member with “unconventional opinions”. The one with the wacky conspiracy about the dog and the shepherd being in cahoots to shear the herd. The one that in many cases was banned from family gatherings for being unclean unjabbed.

The unjabbed were subject to the full Emmanuel Goldstein treatment following the jab rollout. Imaginary enemies to divert hate is part and parcel of the statist mind control handbook. But not even Orwell could have imagined the sorry state of cognitive disrepair required to accuse the unjabbed as the reason the jabs don't work as advertised.

Instead of logically laying the blame on the manufacturers for their defective products, consumers were told to blame their neighbors, acquaintances and family members, and many did so without a second thought. The white sheep repudiated their own kin when Big Brother told them to. And then they wonder why black sheep are so darn paranoid....

But deep down, the denizens of Normieville sense that something is not quite right. Buried under a landslide of cognitive dissonance, their survival instinct is screaming bloody murder and all they hear is a vague murmur. Woe be you, woe be you....

Dispatch out.