Vax Zealots Try to Put Their Message in A Bottle
By James Fitzgerald My mother was a nurse in London in the 1960s, where respiratory illness was prevalent amid the industrial pollution of the day. The hospital wards would be filled with patients in tents, meticulously maintained and cleaned to avoid infection by the regimented and strict battalions of nurses. Woe betide anyone who stood up the matrons of the day. Those fearsome custodians of good practice were there to enforce rules that saved lives — or so they believed. However, that trusting medical orthodoxy of the time did not dare question the wisdom of placing patients under plastic bags, with the result that many would have died of asphyxiation, as witnessed by my mother. Noticeably absent was also an outcry and public exposure of this widespread malpractice. At some point, someone realized that the tents were killing people, and they came down quietly and suddenly, never to be mentioned…
Truth is Erased by The Racial “Whitewash”
By James Fitzgerald I have to admit that my skin color has been a problem for me throughout my life: it’s pale, prone to blushing and gets incinerated by the sun in the blink of an eye. I envy anyone who has a complexion that isn’t reactive and can handle sunlight. All other things being equal, my friends of Kenyan and Caribbean origin really have it easy. Some of the most wholesome and selfless women I have met have had Caribbean, Indian and South American roots: generous, warm and caring to such an extent that you enter a private reality in their presence — of safety and nurture and self-worth. That’s not to say that I haven’t had negative experiences with people of other ethnicities: I had a Nigerian flatmate once who hated me on sight, because no doubt he took me for a middle class white boy who was…
US Space Force Must Trip The Light Fantastic
By James Fitzgerald Social and political affairs on Earth may currently be heated and divisive, but spare a thought for the US Space Force cadets who will soon be venturing into a place where “no one can hear you scream”. President Trump signed an Executive Order early last year that created a sixth branch of the US Armed Forces, to “marshal its space resources to deter and counter threats in space”. It seems America’s historic technological advantage may be under threat from China or Russia, or other private commercial interests. The global space industry already generates annual revenues of $350 billion, according to Morgan Stanley, with those figures set to reach $1.1 trillion by 2040. The first crewed space launch from US soil in a decade was hosted by SpaceX in May this year. Elon Musk has already posited 60 500-pound satellites in orbit, creating the controversial Starlink array for…
PC Brigade Marches Towards A Life of Hard Knocks
By James Fitzgerald One of my favorite low-budget films from the 1980s was John Carpenter’s Escape from New York — an urban nightmare, where the imperial US is perpetually at war and the degeneracy of society results in a whole city being turned into a maximum security purgatory. Presumably the backstory involved protests that got out of control and which led to the annexation of New York’s Manhattan Island. There is a vicarious pleasure in watching characters navigating hellish dystopias — but the footage from the past week of American cities being trashed was gut wrenching. My exposure to these events came through social media and took the form of snippets of footage and photos and two-sentence commentaries. I didn’t look at a newspaper or switch on the TV, because I feel there would be no surprises in their coverage. What quickly became apparent was the incredulity and panic among…
Welcome To A World of Smoke & Mirrors
By James Fitzgerald The Great Awakening, eh? That term gets thrown about social media these days. First time I saw it, I immediately tried to place myself among it; as someone who might be more awakened; someone who has been exposed to more hidden narratives or whistleblowers, or who has met more central bankers and CEOs than most. That’s certainly how the ego complex would view it; as a tangible and competitive advantage. From a spiritual or even quantum perspective, the impulse to place myself in some kind of order of “awakeness” would seem pretty immature and parochial. Afterall it would involve weighing up other people’s “awakeness” to reach a conclusion about my own status. And, as a wise soul once said, “judge not others, lest ye be judged yourself.” So, with me more confused these days than awakened, let me share with you a few anecdotes about people and…