What Jimmy Hoffa Can Teach Klaus Schwab in the Lead-up to the Great Reset

Via The Blue State Conservative

What started out as a nice word applicable to something as wonderful as Homer’s prose in his role as the narrator, the bard, of The Iliad and The Odyssey, has now become a pejorative of the meanest sort. “Narrative,” which according to an old Webster’s means ‘something that is narrated: STORY,’ is now used in reference to a “story” that is in no way instructive, emboldening, entertaining, inspiring, ennobling, transformative, or that all-important cathartic, which Homer’s nonpareil masterpieces are in all regards.

In these far-from-heroic treacherous times that totally lack the stuff of Homeric legends, “narratives” are just tawdry penny dreadfuls meant to spread abroad cheap gold-plated truths that tomorrow are tossed out and replaced with the next “narrative” du jour, this one more illogical, more confusing, more meaningless than the one that preceded it. Our credulity is being yanked around by a cruel master like a dog on a leash.

“Narrative” in current parlance has taken on the qualities of a kind of algorithm (defined by my old Webster’s as ‘a step-by-step procedure for solving a problem or accomplishing some end’) that requires, kind of like an Arthur Murray bossa nova foot-step floor mat, those responsible for adhering to the “narrative” to stick with all the “steps” come hell or high water. For those in the mainstream media, to stray from the “narrative” is to commit career hara-kiri.

To stray seriously could land one, literally, in a landfill alongside Jimmy Hoffa, though the reporter, PR person, information officer, person responsible for spreading the “reliable” information, the horse manure, will be easily distinguished from Jimmy by the microphone wedged down the corpse’s throat to throttle non-sanctioned speech. Banishment from social media, loss of job, accident and even “suicide” are common enough for those who stray from the script, chilling warnings to anyone who might be considering calling up Tucker Carlson and sobbing out the truth of what ugly things are really being done to the January 6-ers or coughing up an in-depth, well-documented, chapter-and-verse confession of everything that was done to steal the 2020 election.

Yes, this has violent mafioso overtones, but, in fact, one who wanders from a Great Reset “narrative,” either innocently or intentionally, can expect pretty rough treatment. Klaus Schwab and, now, this Yuval Harari creep, will not countenance dissension in the ranks. They expect slavish sycophancy. Heck, that’s the whole point of transhumanism! As this Yuval automaton creep likes to drone over and over ad nauseum: “You will no longer be capable of independent thought.” “You will no longer have freedoms.” “You will think what we program you to think.” “You will get only Brussels sprout-flavored ice cream for a year because you jay-walked!”

Very amusing for those of us still capable of logical thought, this so-called Great Reset depends on the flimsiest foundation of half-truths, out-and-out untruths, and vague assertions. Climate change, abortion rights, transhumanism, and transgender rights have become the Cerberus, Cyclops, Scylla, and Medusa, the monsters of our time. The bizarre “narrative” laying out the path to the Great Reset nirvana is rendered in that peculiar language called Davos-speak.

It’s much like the palaver that comes out of the mouths of Pelosi, Gates, Soros, and Psaki. It sounds knowledgeable, confident, and edifying, but doesn’t hold up to scrutiny. It falls apart like that cake that Richard Harris left out in the rain back in the late 60s. Lacking any basis in truth, inconsistencies often crop up in the WEF narrative.  Normal people heed Sir Walter Scott’s counsel against lying in his poem Marmion, “Oh what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive.” But these WEF people really don’t care if anyone recognizes their lies and inconsistencies since they know that not enough will notice to make a difference. Only a few realists will be struck by the dissonances like the strange juxtaposition of Boris Johnson declaring the COVID pandemic over on a Thursday, Justin Trudeau doing his little number with the truckers the next week, and Putin invading Ukraine the week after.

One must wonder what kind of banal ode some hack writer is going to pen about this abjectly nonheroic epoch devoid of any Hector, Odysseus, or Ajax? More likely, out of collective shame, future historians will declare this a Dark Age and much like Chernobyl encase it in thousands of tons of concrete to keep the radiation (the falsehoods, the noxious ideas, the inane Davos-speak) from seeping out. The notions of the Davos crowd are like the vaccines, only deadlier.

Once the word comes down from the Trusted News Initiative, the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation, WEF, Tony Fauci, George Soros, or Jen Psaki, you become the keeper of the hallowed “narrative,” and must bow down before it and give it due reverence and slavish adherence, you must not stray from it. To do so could have grave consequences for your freedom, livelihood, family, your dearest friends, and your fingers.

Because of these pernicious “narratives,” our brains are being taxed with tautologies, sophistries, specious arguments, fallacies, deceptions, and plain lies. Logic is out, nonsense is in. If it doesn’t make sense to you, don’t worry, be happy. Just keep listening to Onkel Klaus repeatedly murmur the Davos mantra. “You vill own nothing und you vill be happy,” “You vill own nothing und you vill be happy,” “You vill own nothing, und ve don’t give a damn how you feel about it.”

By Betty Louise Tyndale