I was talking with my daughter when out of the quiet evening sky I heard the sound of prisoners rattling tin cups against the bars of their cages. Pots and pans being banged and jeering noises behind the cacophony. Then it dawned on me. This was not a prison riot, it was the collective neurosis acting out some bizarre ritual of solidarity with the public display of the collapse of civilisation. People were stepping outside of their isolation cells to clap and cheer to an audience which was themselves. Like a distortion of an orchestra playing on the deck of the Titanic or a disturbing inversion of Jewish prisoners singing on their way to the death camps.
This sycophantic pathos, this kowtowing to the angel of death, this obedient display of appreciation for the tortured circus animals, is disturbing in the extreme. I wondered what the third world war would look like with modern technology and the sixth domain of operations and here it is.
The plutocrats have dissolved the fabric of society, like gallium embrittles aluminium, destroying the inherent strength and integrity, whilst leaving it with all the appearance of being intact. They tested the system in 2016 with 'Exercise Cygnus' and were completely satisfied that all they had to do was to sit and wait for the next inevitable influenza pandemic.
They had established that there were not enough hospital beds, there were not enough ICU beds, not enough ventilators, not enough testing and tracing capacity, not enough Personal Protection Equipment, not enough trained staff, not enough joined up procedures and protocols, and, pertinently, the health service would collapse. And incidentally there was no capacity to cope with the cascade of corpses, but that wouldn't matter at that stage.
This was clearly good news for the architects of the controlled demolition of the UK. So much so, they kept schtum about the findings and, rubbing their bloody hands with glee, proceeded to do nothing but sit and wait. No wonder they were so keen to stop Corbyn from repealing the Health and Social Care Act 2012, which would put responsibility for the people's health back where it belonged, with the government, with the Secretary of State for Health and Social Care. Currently the government is not legally responsible for people's health anymore; it is only responsible for providing a health system - whether it works or not.
The doctors and nurses and porters and cleaning staff are underpaid, undervalued, and the majority are struggling to eke a meagre living whilst many have to resort to debt and food banks. They are on the front line like soldiers in the First World War. They are decent people who have been wilfully betrayed by their government and the facade of a National Health Service which is infected with the likes of Simon Stevens. Stevens, who is the CEO of NHS England, works for private insurance company interests and not for the benefit of either the NHS staff or the population that has been deceived about the ethos and meaning of those three letters which are deceitfully still emblazoned on private ambulances and private hospitals - the NHS.
Clapping like trained seals in the streets for the victims of abuse who are still struggling on because they have no choice, is a bizarre exhibition of delusional madness. I know 'the people' don't know they are cheering the slaughter of innocents by plutocrats waging their own wars for their own interests and entertainment, but that is the reality. Of course the fact is we are stuck in our homes attempting to reduce the catastrophe that is befalling the UK. Of course the health carers and auxiliary staff are heroes under these circumstances. But to be corralled into vacuous clapping by the architects of this disaster is abhorrent. It is dim witted and ignorant.
I recall an advert, many years ago on the television, of cartoon pigs skipping with joy as they promoted some brand of sausage. What I would suggest to these cartoon pigs, these clapping seals, these somnambulised troglodytes, these voluntary anchorites, is go back indoors and read about the intentional and planned privatisation of the NHS "by stealth". Start with Oliver Letwin's 1980 book "Privatizing the World: A Study of International Privatization in Theory and Practice". It's a shallow and pernicious self aggrandising pretence of sociopolitical economic theorising, but it appeals to neoliberals who are interested in how to run pyramid marketing scams and corporate scale Ponzi schemes. He then teamed up with John Redwood to co-author "Britain's Biggest Enterprise: Ideas for Radical Reform of the NHS" in 1988. A pathetic and appalling piece of economic theorising based on limited and prejudicial anecdotal nonsense. But highly influential amongst right wing politicians gagging for favour from their plutocratic sugar daddies. You could then put your feet up with some popcorn and soda and watch "The Great NHS Heist" by Drew McFadyen and Dr Bob Gill. When you have finished that you might want to extend your education by watching "The Dirty War on the National Health Service" by John Pilger. Once you get the gist of things you might want to brush up on what neoliberalism is really about by watching the exceptional four part series by BarakalypseNow called "This Is Neoliberalism" on YouTube.
If you do begin to realise the scale of this political manoeuvring, this cynical materialistic manipulation by a bestial cabal of self serving psychopaths, the betrayal of humanity itself by these toxic horsemen of the apocalypse, you may just begin to get angry. And next time you step outside your door to make your presence known you might weep for the sacrificial lambs who are caught up in this manufactured crisis. You might scream your fury at this government for an unforgivable crime against humanity. You might promise each other you will never rest until these criminals are held to account and locked up for life. You might commit to opposing this materialistic culture and vow to never let it happen again.
Or you might just clap because who wants to be the first to stand out from the crowd.
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