Wednesday Kipple

There are many people breaking under the pressure. Three doctors have been suspended by the medical council because of misinformation. Increasing pressure when people are already breaking is international but immoral.

The “anti-lockdown movement” (lockdowns having proved a dismal, painful failure) is a security threat. Lysenko, it is to be recalled, also used the State’s security apparatus to have dissenting scientists arrested, even killed.

This phenomenon, as I’ve explained before, is what happens in an expertocracy. Here we have security Experts, wholly ignorant in medicine, taking the word of other Experts, who are in error. The security Experts work make the medical Experts seem right because of Expert agreement. The system feeds on itself to grow. (Another terrific example is global warming.)

Need another example? How about the Alan Turning Institute: “Infodemics and crisis response: Tackling threats to informed decision-making for timely crisis response“. In which they blame the obvious failures of medical Experts on people who pass “fake news” (and, of course, on “racism”). And what is “fake news”? Information that disagrees with medical Experts.

How do the information Experts know medical Experts are right? Because they are regime-sponsored Experts! No other proof is required nor desired.

Kipling knew better. In this time the breaking strain is not coming from fate or divine intervention. It is deliberately being placed on people by their rulers, who hate them.

Hymn of Breaking Strain
1935

THE careful text-books measure
(Let all who build beware!)
The load, the shock, the pressure
Material can bear.
So, when the buckled girder
Lets down the grinding span,
‘The blame of loss, or murder,
Is laid upon the man.
Not on the Stuff – the Man!

But in our daily dealing
With stone and steel, we find

The Gods have no such feeling
Of justice toward mankind.
To no set gauge they make us-
For no laid course prepare-
And presently o’ertake us
With loads we cannot bear:
Too merciless to bear.

The prudent text-books give it
In tables at the end
‘The stress that shears a rivet
Or makes a tie-bar bend-
‘What traffic wrecks macadam-
What concrete should endure-
but we, poor Sons of Adam
Have no such literature,
To warn us or make sure!

We hold all Earth to plunder –
All Time and Space as well-
Too wonder-stale to wonder
At each new miracle;
Till, in the mid-illusion
Of Godhead ‘neath our hand,
Falls multiple confusion
On all we did or planned-
The mighty works we planned.

We only of Creation
(0h, luckier bridge and rail)
Abide the twin damnation-
To fail and know we fail.
Yet we – by which sole token
We know we once were Gods-
Take shame in being broken
However great the odds-
The burden of the Odds.

Oh, veiled and secret Power
Whose paths we seek in vain,
Be with us in our hour
Of overthrow and pain;
That we – by which sure token
We know Thy ways are true –
In spite of being broken,
Because of being broken
May rise and build anew
Stand up and build anew.

Rudyard Kipling