Saying that we’ve given up on Covid-Zero, then that case numbers will rise a lot, so much so that home self-isolation will supplant MIQ, and that the track-and-trace system won’t cope, are all “tells” that we’re being softened up to accept endemic Covid-19 as a victory after which life returns to normal, with no daily news of case numbers or even deaths, as is the case every flu season.
Two interesting, if longish articles.
The first is from The Spectator and it starts off by looking at how we’re feeding the world via monoculture, taking the specific example of pigs and comparing their slaughter nowadays to how it was done when Thomas Hardy described it in Jude the Obscure. Anybody who has ever slaughtered and cut up an animal (in my case sheep but never a pig) knows what’s involved: it’s a wonder I never turned vegetarian or vegan.
To accomplish all of this on the industrial scale necessary to feed the gaping maws of our teeming masses requires a great deal of pigs, of course, estimated at some 700 million heads worldwide, but also a commensurate number of abattoir workers. It is a thankless occupation — grisly, physically demanding, and necessitating a certain amount of cognitive dissociation from the macabre task at hand.
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With the imposition of pandemic-related immigration restrictions, alongside various Brexit disruptions, we are told that the shortage of butchers and abattoir workers in the United Kingdom is such that there now exists a slaughtering backlog of at least 120,000 pigs, a number increasing by 12,000 more every day that passes. These pigs naturally continue to gorge themselves, in some cases expanding to 55 pounds or more over prime, meaning that their pens are now bursting at the joints.
It also means that the pigs don’t fit into the supply chain machinery, which means that Britain (and other nations) are looking at emergency pig culling, which was done in the USA in 2020. Last year I wrote an article (The Perils of the Modern Supply Chain) on the problems posed by the pandemic because of the modern emphasis of Just-In-Time (JIT) manufacturing, specifically in the case of the world of food production, but this article goes further than mine did by looking at the waste and the philosophy:
Now we have a new abiding symbol of modern industrial just-in-time agriculture: row upon row of euthanized pigs dumped into hastily-dug, wood-chip-lined shallow graves, beasts rotting in the sun, destined never even to “turn into pork,” at best serving as a very expensive compost additive. Surely this is the reductio ad absurdum of an entire way of life — our own — and yet more support for Leopold Kohr’s incontrovertible dictum that “whenever something is wrong, something is too big.”
However, this is merely another step in a process of mechanisation started over a century ago. I was pleased to learn of a book that draws attention to how much of this development came out of the famous stockyards and slaughterhouses of Ye Olde Hometown, Nature’s Metropolis: Chicago and the Great West (1992) by one William Cronon:
“An industry,” Cronon continued, “that had formerly done its work in thousands of small butcher shops around the country must be rationalized to bring it under the control of a few expert managers using the most modern and scientific techniques. The world must become Chicago’s hinterland.” This was an epochal rupture with the past,
I appreciated the article’s exploration of the political and even spiritual implications of all this too, particularly where it likens how we’ve moved from treating animals this way to how we treat ourselves in our “urban pens”. I was especially struck by this passage:
It was in two recent Substack pieces, “We Are All Cattle Now” and “Bovine Coronavirus and Us,” that a German researcher writing under the nom de plume Eugyppius made the astute observation that “coronavirus vaccines have been used in animals for years, with extremely unimpressive results,” adding that:
Our own SARS-2 vaccines, despite their fancy mRNA and virus vector technology, are entirely of a piece with veterinary standards. They have a poor side effect profile, they provide only temporary and partial protection against infection, and they are deployed on a vast scale with no regard for the evolutionary pressure they place on the virus or their broader consequences for infection dynamics. These are normal standards in the context of industrial livestock, where most animals are not raised to live very long in any event, and the risk of occasional accidents — inadvertently favouring or even causing lethal superstrains, or inflicting widespread vaccine injuries — can be weighed against the economic loss associated with mortality from infections.
Speaking as a farmer I can’t tell you how appalled I am at the regular feeding of antibiotics in the US cattle industry. It’s likely only because the animals don’t “live very long” that we haven’t had a lethal disease jumping from cattle to humans – yet. Of course we have had bird flu out of the Asian meat markets.
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The second article is a blog piece that keys off a book published in 1890 by a James Frazer, The Golden Bough: A Study in Comparative Religion, and the writer uses that book to take a sometimes serious, sometimes funny look at modern magical beliefs, A Study in Comparative Religion, which looks at two such beliefs, provides some history and modern context.
Frazer’s First Law of Magic: Similarity
Backward countries even have an example called a Cargo Cult where, for example, cell phones and aeroplanes are made out of wood and expected to function because they are similar to the real thing.
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When we see people wearing masks alone in their cars or far from everyone in the outdoors, or we see Covid Karens and their like with breathing holes cut in their already useless masks it’s clear that, to themselves, masks are a totem object. The mask is not expected by the masses to have any scientific use but rather gains its power by resembling something else that does
Frazer’s Second Law of Magic: Law of Contact
Think here of lucky charms such as a rabbits foot or Peter Blake’s lucky Red Socks (1995.) Think of medieval pilgrim trails visiting various holy places to be near a holy relic claimed to be the shin bone or the skull or other cast-off body parts of some Christian saint or other
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When it comes to COVID-19 Hysteria, ,what difference is an Ashley Bloomfield Tshirt, towel, or tote bag from other ritual totem objects?
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Contact Tracing is the obsession of the population for which daily statistics are collected and the masses transfixed by. Given that Law 2 is literally called Law of Contact and Contagious Magic it could not be more transparent to anyone following along. The afflicted all want to know who has been contaminated, when, and where while our modern witchdoctors dutifully accommodate using all the power of modern broadcast technology.
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The old Law 2 magic that stated cell phones could ignite petrol pumps was replaced by the new Law 2 myth that one had to “Scan In” to defeat the Contagion that preys upon the non-hyper-vigilant anxious-paranoid. Those who are not hyper-vigilant anxious-paranoid are regarded as suspicious and known by their chilled normalcy and failure to perform conspicuous rites such as Scanning In and Mask Wearing,
I also appreciated the comparison with the modern era of Frazer’s ideas of positive and negative magic (Sorcery and Taboo)
An old time Maori chief and tohunga priest casting a taboo would use the word “tapu” or “rahui” but for the Prime Minister and Director-General of Health it is called Lockdown. They taboo cities, districts, even the entire country on-again-off-again by changing prescriptions referred to as Levels.
The Prime Minister has singled out particular people and particular businesses during the daily spell-casting which serves as a warning to others who would be ruined socially and financially if they do not comply with the spell.
I also like the section on The Sovereign Magicians, featuring guess who…
Rulers and their priests (media and academic) are the major beneficiaries of a little amount of superstition, according to Frazer. When, as in the most primitive people, superstition is widespread nobody has a monopoly on magic. As the irrationality is driven out of everyday life the remaining users of Magic are considered especially powerful to those who believe they exist at all.
Not to mention the Chief Priestess herself. The article ends on a hopeful note:
If the mass taboo magic were to wear out the Orwellian Double Think superstructure it depends on beyond Ardernian running software patches (such as “It’s a tricky virus” or “Delta is a Game Changer”) then the psychosis would become exhausted and end.
At this point a good magician would get out ahead of the inevitable Taboo Market Crash by declaring victory over COVID-19 and making herself scarce before the tar and feathers come out.
Saying that we’ve given up on Covid-Zero, then that case numbers will rise a lot, so much so that home self-isolation will supplant MIQ, and that the track-and-trace system won’t cope, are all “tells” that we’re being softened up to accept endemic Covid-19 as a victory after which life returns to normal, with no daily news of case numbers or even deaths, as is the case every flu season.
a very long article that doesn’t flow well, but the the second to last paragraph has an interesting conclusion.
The second article I assume you’re talking about? I agree and that’s because it’s a blogger’s post and blogger tend to ramble 🙂 🙂
Bloggers aren’t nessessily good writers, but they generally know a well written article when they see one
I had a great deal of information to try to fit together.
Considering that The Golden Bough is a single book made of 12 volumes and the abridged version is 700 pages long you’re getting a pretty sweet deal from my crash course!
Thanks for sharing.
Cattle were a source of tuberculosis which is fairly lethal – we got that under control by culling infected herds and pasteurizing milk
MERS of course came from camels, it was going to lead to people dropping dead like flies in the street a few years ago, until it was found out that it hadn’t developed the trick of human to human transmission and could only be caught from camels. Very few people in Wellington have much contact with camels so interest in MERS rapidly waned
Over the past couple of days as it has become ever more obvious despite all the drama the virus is no longer contained so the underlings have been on Podium duty while the principals make themselves scarce.
Today the Podium was silent and a press release was the vehicle of choice for imparting public information – awkward questions cannot be asked of a press release.
Still an exciting day tomorrow – the great jabathon hosted I believe by Paddy Gower
What made me laugh was DPF assigning priority for this idea to John Key and Chris Bishop
Government adopts Key and Bishop’s idea to have a vaxathon
The old “telethon” idea is well past its use by date and John Key is no longer leader of the Parliamentary Nats so Judith Collins is totally undermined by this – you have to wonder
Anyway I for one shan’t be watching nor getting jabbed on live TV – and should anybody try and convince me I will bluntly tell them what they can do with their toxic snake oil which involve the invitation for them to file it away in a part of their anatomy not general mentioned in polite conversation
In the spirit of the ramble, I had to laugh (in my head) about this: Malfunctioning NHS app for Covid vaccine status causes travel delays.
If the vax passport ever becomes a thing in NZ, we can look forward arbitrary delays all over the place as vax status can’t be proved when tech fails. Bwhaahahahaa! LOL.
By the way, I perform the obligatory waving of my phone at the QR code. And the mask wearing, but it comes off immediately when it’s not necessary. Had an instance of coming into a cafe from the rain earlier this week, and man, barely managed to stumble into a seat before before both the mask and my glasses had to came off. The amount of condensation on my glasses was something else, causing such a hazard to visibility. I really hate the things, only wear them to ensure my fav cafes aren’t attacked by Karens.
I had occasion to be Invercargill airport yesterday. Kinda funny out amongst the peasants…..one section full of people who bought themselves a beer (+/- cheese roll) so they could sit and wait for their flight maskless while slowly eating/drinking and another clustered with mask wearing Karen’s casting furtive looks with furrowed, disapproving brows.
“Hey sweetie, if I have to do periodic home D, socially distance, wear a muzzle and be pressured into getting poked with some unknown gunge to help keep you safe……how about you at least make an effort to shape up and get some of that lard off your arse to reduce your own risk. Fair??”