A World of Lies

We live in a world of lies.

Now, come on guys and gals, I know you want to be a good citizen and go along, but at some point you have to admit that someone might be pulling a con on you.

Watch this video; it’s a masterful performance. Do you really believe that this guy, Boris Johnson, was on death’s door step and then recovered this quickly to give a speech like this.

He never coughs once. Only a few times does he look short of breath, but that is minimally so and probably due to his obesity.

Many of you are in healthcare, so you know that people don’t recover like they do in a Hollywood movie.

One of the problems with COVID-19 is the damage that it causes to the lungs. If you are sick enough to be on death’s door step, you must have suffered a moderate amount of damage to your lungs. That takes time to recover.

Many of you know Idalia. She had COVID-19, and she was on the vent for over two months. She could barely talk without coughing even after leaving the hospital.

Damage to the lungs causes decreased gas exchange which in turn causes shortness of breath; the damage also causes hyper-irritability to the lung tissues which prompts you to cough.

I encourage you to watch as much British television as you can. It’s worthwhile because the two countries, the UK and the US, often mirror each other politically.

The UK is our principal partner in global war mongering and exploitation.

We picked up many of our bad habits of empire building from the British.

Many times what occurs in the UK also occurs in a modified form in the US and visa versa. Currently Boris Johnson has implemented more draconian social distancing rules in the UK to prevent another lock down.

These draconian measures might be what we will see here in the US even though coronavirus deaths seem to be slowing down at the moment.

In conjunction Trump may be pulling the same con that Boris Johnson pulled in this video. Let’s see if Trump follows the Boris Johnson script.

I am betting that he will.

Sincerely,

Archer Crosley, MD

Copyright 2020 Archer Crosley All Rights Reserved

Swamp Creature

If Trump is so opposed to the swamp, then why is Kayleigh McEnany his spokesperson?

Kayleigh McEnany graduated from Georgetown University, aka CIA University, aka Third Reich University.

After graduating she attended Oxford to do some course work there.

Oxford supplies the officers to Corporate Criminal Britain.

Upon returning to the United States, she diddled around before ending up at Harvard Law.

Excuse me, for the record, Georgetown is the swamp; Oxford is the swamp; Harvard is the swamp.

Kayleigh McEnany is bright, very bright, just the kind of person that the swamp creatures cultivate.

They’re going to keep her. She’s a very effective front person for Trump the fraud.

She’s very good at her job which is to fight fellow members of the swamp in the press corps.

It’s not exactly a scripted pro wrestling match, but it’s pretty close.

She fights the press on the facemask, yet it is Donald Trump who feeds into the Nazi junk science of the facemask by not resolutely denouncing it as the Nazi junk science that it is.

Trump gives it life, and so does McEnany.

When she’s not fighting the press on the facemask she’s fighting them on mail-in ballots, yet it is Donald Trump who gave the mail-in ballot life.

Trump gave it life by not taking a leadership role in limiting its use, by not foreseeing the calamity it would cause.

Or did he foresee the calamity?

This is the modus operandi of the President. He gives life to stupid issues and methodologies by not being resolute. He talks but does not walk.

His talking but not walking gives license to bad ideas.

Kayleigh McEnany is an extension of the President.

By fighting with the press, McEnany gives the issues even more life as her words will most assuredly be broadcast over Facebook and Twitter.

If you want to extinguish an impulse, you ignore it. If you fight the impulse, you give it more life.

Why talk if you can walk. Actions speak louder than words.

You’re the President. Be quiet and enforce the Constitution.

McEnany is too smart to not know this.

And so in the face mask and the mail-in ballot, we now are the proud owners of two crucial tools which will lead to massive chaos in only a few months.

This election will most assuredly be contested thanks to the mail-in ballots.

Whoever loses will cry fraud.

Now, given that Corporate America controls both parties, and that it doesn’t matter who gets to be Pesident, because nothing will change for the better for the average American, the very act of crying fraud is a fraud.

But that’s the whole point. Chaos is the goal.

This electoral confusion will cause riots en extremis which is why the junk science of the facemask is important.

It’s important to not identify who the perpetrators of these riots are with any precision.

Do you think it is an accident that the facemask has been embraced by the elites in both parties?

Let’s be clear. The purpose of the facemask is not to protect you from the coronavirus; the purpose of the facemask is to hide the perpetrators of the riots.

And you can be sure there will be riots.

The riots will then be used as a pretext to enact laws to cause more restrictions on your liberties and freedoms.

Clear violations of the Constitution will be enacted by law, and nobody in the Democratic and Republican parties will challenge these laws.

Now, Kayleigh McEnany poses as a conservative. As a conservative, and as a graduate of Harvard Law, she should be familiar with the Bill of Rights and the infringement thereof.

Will she stand up for the Bill of Rights?

She will not. Nor will any of these other fake conservatives in the Trump administration.

They will not because neither Kayleigh McEnany nor these other so-called conservatives are constitutional conservatives.

Have these people stood up for Julian Assange and his rights?

Did they stand up for Alex Jones right to free speech when he was booted off all major internet media in one day?

Did they stand up substantively for Otto Warmbier when he was effectively executed by North Korea?

The Constitution means nothing to them.

These people are officers of the swamp.

The swamp is Corporate America; Corporate America is the New World Order, and the New World Order is the Third Reich which never died.

Currently, Kayleigh McEnany speaks for that Reich.

Sincerely,

Archer Crosley

Copyright 2020 Archer Crosley All Rights Reserved

Wrestling with Sanity in the UK

What do I think of Boris Johnson’s policy of restricting gatherings to six people?

What do I think of Operation Moonshot?

Let me begin by telling you about one of my favorite movies that I like to quote.

It’s called Barton Fink; and in this movie a screenwriter asks a studio boss a few questions about a movie that the studio boss wants written.

The studio boss looks at the screenwriter and says: It’s a wrestling movie; what do you need, a roadmap?

When I first heard that line in the movie theater, I nearly fell out of my seat laughing.

Why do we laugh at such simple lines that merely state the obvious?

I suppose we laugh because when people state the obvious to a clueless person, and we hear it, our mind must protect itself with an emotional release of pleasure (laughter); because if it didn’t, our minds would implode with anger.

So we can either get angry, or we can laugh.

Which is why we must laugh at the Prime Minister’s new restrictions on gatherings. Which is why we must laugh at Operation Moonshot.

A better name might be Operation Longshot.

Or, Operation Sureshot, because it’s sure not to work, it’s sure to be a boondoggle for corporations selling unreliable tests, and it’s sure to be another monumentally stupid idea from the government.

The name itself is beyond silly. The actual practice of it is beyond ludicrous.

I won’t even go into the testing aspect of Operation Moonshot. Let’s leave that alone for now. Plenty of other people can denounce that.

I am more concerned with the Prime Minister’s new social distancing guidelines. I find these far more dangerous.

No more than six people can congregate?

So, umm, as I understand it, to prevent psychological damage of the citizenry which a lockdown will produce, we will continue to wreck the psychological health of the citizenry by not allowing more than six people to congregate?

Is that about the size of it?

I’ve got a better idea. It’s a wrestling movie. What do you need a roadmap?

Dear Boris Johnson: look out the window to your northeast. There’s a country there called Sweden. Move your legs toward Sweden, and the body will follow. It’s not complicated. There you will find the answer.

His name is Anders Tegnell, and he will tell you all you need to know about herd immunity.

I could tell you, but I’m a commoner in your value system. I did not attend an elite school, therefore I am not worthy for you to listen to.

Actually, any commoner in the United Kingdom can tell you what to do.

Forget Operation Moonshot, and forget social distancing, which is a colossally stupid idea, and allow people to congregate.

Do what every species on the planet has done for millions of years to ensure their survival.

Or was their a Louis Pasteur for cockroaches in One Million, BC?

It’s not complicated; it’s a wrestling movie; what do you need, a roadmap?

Listen, my friend, you were elected to serve and protect the British people, not to harm them. Lockdowns, moonshots and social distancing cause severe psychological harm to human beings and to children.

Man is a social animal and as such needs to interact with other human beings. Interaction is an essential part of our existence. Human interaction is the sine qua non of our existence. Take away interaction and humanity dies.

Am I driving that point home? Humanity will die if we stifle human interaction. It’s a wrestling movie; what do you need, a roadmap?

Sincerely,

Archer Crosley, MD

McAllen, TX

Copyright 2020 Archer Crosley All Rights Reserved

Brexit and Dignity

So what we have today in Great Britain is a classic case of domestic violence.

For a long time now, the working class in Great Britain has suffered.

They have been punched in the face again and again.

The bruises are clearly in plain sight now.

Sunglasses won’t camouflage this beating anymore.

The political class, living in the deluded cerebral confines of London, has done its best to suppress this abuse beneath its consciousness.

Yet the abuse exists.

Nobody wants to admit that they are being abused. The pain and humiliation is too great.

There comes a time though when you’ve been struck too many times to ignore it.

The Brexit vote was a statement by the British politic that something is desperately wrong.

It was a cry for help.

It was the first cry of an abused spouse stuck in a codependent relationship that has gone sour.

Often we don’t want to admit that we desperately need a refuge.

We feel ashamed.

We rationalize away our pain. We try to see the best in the abuser who has punished us.

Yet we know in our guts that things must change.

At first, we make the attempt to move away from home.

We ask for a divorce – which Great Britain has done.

We go through the motions and secure an attorney.

But it’s a big step.

We’ve grown accustomed to that spouse who abuses us.

Plus it’s been a while since we’ve been out on our own.

We begin to take counsel of our fears.

We scare ourselves that we can’t make it on our own.

The abusive spouse, in the case the EU, who likewise needs us to beat up upon in order to feel good about himself, assures us that we will never make it on our own.

The bully diminishes our worth.

We begin to listen to him.

We think about moving back.

But to what?

The abusive spouse has not changed.

He is above all else a recalcitrant debaser and humiliator.

Theresa May scurries to Brussels to genuflect before the abusive spouse.

She pleads to no avail.

The abuser smiles.  He knows a weakened partner when he sees one.   He’s abused others before.

It’s my way or the highway, says the abuser.

It’s time for Great Britain to take the highway.

Leaving may be painful, but it is the only path to dignity.

 

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Brexit Finale

What’s wrong with Great Britain?

Did it have its balls ripped off?

Are American presenters over there wimping down the nation like they’ve done here in America?

Is GB seriously the nation that once conquered the world?

I can hardly believe it.

What’s wrong with Great Britain when it comes to Brexit?

Have they never been suckered by a used-car dealer?

I can’t believe they’re falling for this take it or leave it ultimatum ploy by Donald Tusk.

The general rule in ultimatums is that when someone issues you one, you tell them to fuck off.

So what’s wrong with Great Britain? The people are panicking. Many are calling for a new referendum.
What can I say?
I know. Man up. Keep a stiff upper lip.
A few days ago the Bank of England came out with a report essentially stating that the sky would fall in if GB left the European Union.
Their predictions were apocalyptic yet comical.
In a worst case scenario, unemployment will rise to 7.5 percent, house prices will fall 30 percent, and the economy will shrink by 8 percent over the course of a year.
Wow! Does that sound like bullshit? It sounds like a Y2K prediction.
Do you remember that one?
One was led to believe that the world would end at the stroke of midnight on December 31, 1999.
And it did end, for the Chicken Littles who made those dire predictions.
As it will end soon for the EU when GB tells them to shove off.
They know it too. That’s why they issued the ultimatum.
Duh.
They want – no, need – to stick GB with a lemon which is them, the EU.
My advice: Walk away.

Brexit Exit


What the British can do and must do is use this Brexit mess as an opportunity to reform Brussels.

That’s where the smart money lies.

There is a brilliant opening to do so.

It works as simple as this: 

Dear EU,

We the British would really prefer to stay, but we want a revised governmental structure more akin to the way laws are enacted in the our country.  We value British freedoms and liberty which is not the same as typical Continental autocracy.  We believe that law should emanate from those people who live closest to those whom the laws will affect.  Yes, we know this is messy, but we’ve developed messy habits which work for us.  We’re not accustomed to sitting back and “taking”  it.  It’s a bad British habit we have of voicing our opinion.

Consequently if you desire us in your union we must insist that all European law emanate from the people whose representatives are found in the European Parliament.  We would also prefer that no law come from the Council of the European Union, nor do we desire any good ideas from the European Council.

Only in this manner can we be  assured that our fishermen will be allowed to fish.  Fishing is another bad habit  we islanders on this rock called Great Britain acquired.  We like it and can’t quite give it up despite your best efforts to compel us to do so.  Not fishing would be like asking the French and Germans  to stop making wine and sausage respectively.  We’re sorry, but we grew up surrounded by water, and, well, fish live in the water.

There are a few other things we’d like as well.  We  British don’t like to delude ourselves, so if we are to be a union, let’s be one. We know a few things about unions having won and lost a few.

What will work best is a shared destiny which means shared responsibility as well.  So if we are to incur debt we must share it as a true union.  We’ll have none of this nonsense where some live well while others suffer under austerity. Either we all suffer or none of us suffer at all.

As we British are fond of saying:  What’s good for the goose is good for the gander.  

Ah, yes, immigration.  Well, we shouldn’t leave that out, should we, since you have gone to the trouble of labeling so many of us as uncultured, jingoistic racists.  Well, maybe we are, and maybe we are not, but one thing we British hold dear is tradition.  We’re not in the habit of slaughtering our royals or renaming our month of November to Brumaire at the whim of a crazed Jacobin.  We are accustomed to order, discipline and civility.  We believe that when in Rome one must do as the Romans.  Permitting hordes of people from foreign cultures to swamp the boat does not loan itself to assimilation. As such we must insist on strong borders.  Europe without borders is no Europe at all.

Well, there, I think that hits the main points.  Can you live with that?  If not, well, as Larry Grayson, one of our own, would say:  Shut that door.

Thank you and good luck.   You know where to find us.  We’re that noisy little nation of shopkeepers sitting to your west.

Sincerely,

GB

Brexit Requires Courage

It is clear that this Brexit deal was badly managed.  But what else could you expect from a duplicitous leader, a puppet of corporate interests, not to mention the Rothschilds, who never wanted the UK to leave anyway?

The prime minister slow-walked Brexit and then came up with a deal that is of course worse than leaving.

Let’s assume, though, for the sake of argument that Theresa May has a good heart and negotiated in earnest.  What would be clear is that she has never had a real job in her entire life, because if she’d had a real job, she would’ve understood that when a job becomes too unbearable the only solution is to take your chances by walking away. You just do it.

The fact that she didn’t have the guts to do that indicates that she’s a wimp.  And what the UK doesn’t need is a wimp in charge. What the  UK needs is someone with steel and nerve.

Was Churchill a wimp? Was Lord Nelson a wimp?

As many Brexiters (I reject the term Brexiteers; there is nothing Mickey Mouse about leaving a bad union) have already stated quite clearly: Leave means leave. You take your lumps. You pull out your big checkbook and start paying down on your obligations. You don’t stand there, with your hands outstretched, asking Mr. Bumble, “Please, Sir, may I have some more?”

“Whaaat,” screams, Mr. Tusk, er Bumble. “Moooooore!”

Well, you know the ditty that follows from the popular play.  It goes on out about canisters down banisters which is where the UK will be relegated for daring to question the established order of things.

But, of course, stories can have happy endings.  Oliver does break free of the workhouse, as can the UK break out of its indentured servitude.

But you don’t break out by breaking in or by getting a worse deal for yourself.

You have to leave first.

You have to roll the dice. 

It requires courage, a commodity that is in short supply on Downing Street.

 

Princess Eugenie’s Big Day

Define obscenity.

Princess Eugenie’s big day.  That’s what the media called it:  Her big day.

What about the big day for the Yemenese who have nothing but cholera thanks to the greed of the US and GB who support the ruthless Saudi regime’s crackdown on their country?

What about the big day for the Jamaicans who live in poverty today thanks to the bone crushing exploitation of Great Britain for centuries.  Once they gained independence, to rebuild their depleted country they borrowed themselves into slavery to the elites at the IMF.

Oh, yeah, baby; they’ll never get out of debt.

What about the big day for the 400,000 who died in Syria so that the rich in London could live well?

And we’re only talking about this century.  We could easily discuss the Opium Wars, the oppression of India, the enlisting of Hindus to work British slave plantations around the world, the Irish potato famine, the 1876 famine in India and much, much more.

But why be negative?

Let’s celebrate Princess Eugenie’s big day.

All the smiling celebrity oppressors were there.

The big day.

Fuck Princess Eugenie and her big day.

Princess Eugenie could have had a bigger and more meaningful day by renouncing her silly title and the silly system of peerage that Great Britain clings to.

The gall of these people and their sycophants to dress up in splendor at the taxpayer’s expense is staggering.

The cost must have been enormous.  

Oh, only 3.5 million?  Very well, proceed.

Like the Supreme Court Justice, Potter Stewart, I can’t define obscenity but I know it when I see it.

Yet many people don’t think so.

Like the Roman mob, they like a good show.

They are unable to see the connection between the spectacle of a royal marriage and their own ignorance of world affairs.

This is what the modern media does.  It replaces meat and potatoes with cotton candy.

It impoverishes the soul.

It robs people of their self respect and dignity.

It’s part of the codependency that the elites have with their serfs.

The elites agree to believe that they are superior, that they are entitled to participate in grand spectacles while the poor agree to believe that they are inferior, that they are not entitled to participate in the good life, that they exist to watch and discuss what the elites are doing.

The masters agree to believe that they are supermen while their serfs agree to believe that they are the little people not worthy of questioning matters that pertain to the elites.

The “betters” agree to be ghastly rich; their “lessers” agree to scrounge for pennies and dimes.

The problem with this paradigm is that your Founding Fathers constructed your  government so that you would not think this way.

This is the way of Great Britain. This is the way of the Old World. This is what your Founding Fathers were trying to prevent. 

And this is what the elites have been trying to reestablish since July 4, 1776.

July 4, 1776 is not just a celebration of independence from the country of Great Britain.  

It is a celebration of your independence from elite domination.

July 4, 1776 is not just an American Independence Day; it’s in Independence Day for every human being on the planet who is oppressed by an elite class and the obscenity they commit against their people.

Pain, Brexit, Reality

I hate pain because it tells me that something is wrong.

I’d much rather live in pain than do something about it.

Inertia is a powerful force.

Pain ruins my day.

Pain means I have to take time off and fix it.  I don’t want to take time off.  I want my life to be the same.  I’ve got my routines down.

And so it is with Brexit and the elites who chose to remain.

They’d rather the referendum go away.

They’ve got their routines down, and, well, this jolt of pain is getting in the way.

After all they’re doing well.

And so the leaders do what we all when confronted by pain – denial.  

It’s not there. The  pain is not there.  

In short order, denial specialists are sent out to the body politic to do what they do best – deny.

Brexit was a fluke.  People don’t want it. The people who voted for it shouldn’t have voted – they were too old.  They were racist; this is not who we are.

Yet the pain was there – is there.  

It takes time for the mind, the political class,  to accept this.  

It’s easier to deny its existence until reality sets in that the pain is there and is not going away.

The pain is not going away because the pain is not the problem.  

Analgesics are not the answer.

The pain is a symptom of a more nefarious process, and the nefarious process that has gone on in England for some time now is the neglect of the working class.

Talking about the neglect won’t make it go away.  This is another mechanism of denial that we humans engage in. 

We move past the stage of denial and come to recognize that the pain is there but then fool ourselves that talking about it is a solution. 

Leaders then send out emissaries to working class areas to “discuss” the problem.

Help is on the way.

Yet this promise is false because the leadership fails to comprehend the faulty assumptions that produced the problem in the first place.

The neglect of the working class came about because there are people in your society who do not have the desire or the ability to work in the services industry.  These people need manufacturing jobs, of which fishing and farming is a part, today and tomorrow.

The idea that Britain and all its citizens will be executives to the world and that the people in China and Southeast Asia will be content to make your plastic cups forever is errant.

The current EU does not address this reality.  Nor does the political class.