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Thursday, January 20, 2022

Covid Feuilleton #12

As published at SubStack, 1/20/22:

[Tirana, 5/23/21]

Though we vain transients have been in this transit lounge for six million years, we only had access to its entirety for less than a century. Before air travel, so few could circle the earth, they were basically freaks. 

Of the 269 men who set out with Magellan on 9/20/1519, only 19 made it back to Spain on 9/6/1522, with Magellan killed halfway, for forcing Jesus onto some Pinoys. To this scowling ubermensch, we owe the name Pacific Ocean, yes, the one with countless tsunamis, typhoons and undersea volcanoes. One just burped loudly near Tonga.

Swarmed with YouTube travel vlogs from legions of dorks and ditzes, we forget how inaccessible and unknown the world was just yesterday. Isabella Bird Bishop, “In the winter of 1894, when I was about to sail for Korea (to which some people erroneously give the name of “The Korea”), many interested friends hazarded guesses at its position,—the Equator, the Mediterranean, and the Black Sea being among them, a hazy notion that it is in the Greek Archipelago cropping up frequently. It was curious that not one of these educated, and, in some cases, intelligent people came within 2,000 miles of its actual latitude and longitude.”

Think about that, just 128 years ago, even some very bright people thought Korea was a Greek island!

With Covid and the Great Reset already locking out much of the world, it’s entirely possible an infant will grow up believing the USA is a Chinese shithole. Masked, thus oxygen deprived, his IQ is already nosediving.

The first passenger flight on a fixed wing aircraft went just 23 miles, five feet above water, from St. Petersburg to Tampa on 1/1/1914. For this, its lone passenger paid $400, or $10,500 in today’s dollars! If the Great Reset has its way, air travel will be limited to only the fattest cats.

With net zero carbon emissions by 2050 as their goal, global elites are quite open about what they want from us. In 2019, Imperial College London, Oxford and other top UK universities released Absolute Zero, which maps our future. We must cut out red meat, and stop flying, so no more airlines by 2050, they tell us.

Still, we’re not quite grounded yet. With airbnb, booking.com, half a dozen cheap flight websites, Google Maps and universal Wi-Fi, traveling is still absurdly easy, despite stressful Covid restrictions, which can change so abruptly.

After landing in Tirana on 2/4/21, though, I just wanted to linger a while. Luckily, my pad on Mine Peza was close to pleasant cafes and good restaurants, though it took a while to sort them out, naturally. The sublime Detari Fish, with its attached market, I only discovered after five months. Sitting in its semi-basement dining room with a plate of freshly caught octopus and sardines in olive oil with lemon, or tagliatelle with huge shrimps, I couldn’t believe how lucky I was, or how stupid for not walking in much earlier. It had no menu, period, to advertise its low prices. There were times I thought they had miscalculated the bill.

[Tirana, 8/2/21]

One had to communicate in Albanian, Italian or English, with the last two possible only if certain workers were present. Of course, one could just point to a displayed fish and say “makarona” for pasta, or “oriz” for rice. Usually, a culture borrows foreign nouns to name alien objects, such as a computer or a phone. In Albania, however, I couldn’t help but notice that some of its most ordinary and, one would think, timeless words, such as peshku (fish), pulë (chicken), fasule (beans) or oriz (rice), also have foreign roots. One must conclude, then, that before Albanians encountered Romans, they had no idea what a fish or chicken was, or what beans or rice were before they had Greek girlfriends. Sure, they might have seen a chicken or fish now and then, but since they had no name for either, chickens and fish were interchangeable.

My most regular spot was Lami’s, just 25 yards from my building. I went there maybe a hundred times to get a macchiato or cappuccino, plus, often, a pretty good burek or lousy croissant. Like most outside France, it was just croissant-shaped, but what are you going to do? Arriving there usually just after it opened at 7AM, I often claimed a table facing its open door, so I could see all the lovely people walking by. Sometimes a very spunky yet ugly boy would walk in with his mom. His fierce expression was comic and impressive.

Two young women worked at Lami’s seven days a week, with a third showing up occasionally. Despite their low-waged jobs, they spoke English comfortably, sans accent, and this was a place away from tourists. During all my visits, I may have seen four other foreigners, with one a Chinese likely from the nearby Chinese Embassy. On Lami’s logo is an Italian sentence, “Il pane è una cosa viva.” Bread is a live thing. Inside its bathroom is a sign in English, “I hope everything came out OK.” I suspect scatological humor is common in Albania, for the menu at Spaghetti Western also includes “sweet-fart beans.”

Just six weeks into my Tirana sojourn, something went wrong, and though subtle at first, it was unmistakable. Having never exercised regularly, and with a fondness for a few beers, you know, every so often, I wasn’t exactly Adonis, but with my constant walking, I was in reasonably good shape, with no history of any sustained illness, not bad for someone 57-years-old.

When I write and read too much, my eyes ache, but half a day’s rest always fixes the problem. This time, though, I had a headache that, though not yet severe, intensified even after rest and better eating. Thinking I just needed some fresh greens, I went out and got a Greek salad, but even that didn’t go down right.

Right at this time, I happened to meet an American street musician, singing in Turkish outside what’s left of Tirana Castle. Despite my groggy state, I wanted to hear this man’s story, so invited him out for a couple of beers, which we had in a pool hall just off Skanderbeg Square.

A native of Kansas, he had lived overseas for 5 ½ years. Traveling as cheaply as possible, and sometimes sleeping outside, he’d been to Portugal, Spain, France, Ireland, Bulgaria, Turkey (four times), Greece, North Macedonia, Croatia, Serbia, Kosovo and Albania (three times). Incredibly, we had a mutual Tirana acquaintance, Julit, the travel vlogger and TV dating show star. As we drifted into politics, he told me about his experience teaching at a yeshiva, where he learnt from his students some hideous Jewish beliefs about goyim. Though I wanted to hear much more, I never met this vagabond again, for I would be shut down for a month, starting that night.

Bedbound for ten days, totally exhausted yet unable to sleep, so no rest, with my mind muddled and often hallucinating, I could hardly tell day from night. Not that it mattered. I just wanted my misery to end. At least I didn’t consider jumping out my 8th floor window. A trip to the bathroom, just three steps from my bed, could only occur after hours of stalling and self persuasion. The only ready-to-eat food I had was half a bag of potato chips and some chocolate, but, again, it took too much effort to reach them, so I ate almost nothing for ten days, not that I had any appetite. There were some juices in the fridge, which I did manage to drink, after tremendous effort. Everything was too out of reach, too difficult or too risky, including just shifting in bed, for it might amplify my discomfort, which was no longer confined to my head, but entire body. Everything ached.

Soon after the worst was over, I wrote, “My mouth was constantly bitter. I was just gross. My mucus, dandruff, earwax and even smegma proliferated.” Just to sit in Lami’s again had become my only goal in this life or any other, but it was out of the question. Grimly, though, I did manage to inch my way to a neighborhood market to get cheeses, yogurts, pistachios, potato chips, for its saltiness, I suppose, and several bottles of mixed juices. Juices and sunlight, I craved above everything else.

Three weeks into my illness, I walked like an octogenarian into Lami’s. Since a bad illness is a debasement and rude reminder of your ultimate worthlessness, it’s not unnatural to feel embarrassed, so I felt super exposed just standing in front of the glass case. Plus, I had to learn how to behave naturally again, though with all of my faculties, mental and physical, still shaky. My sudden desire to order a cherry cheesecake at 7 in the morning only increased my self-consciousness. With a most unnatural chuckle that was more like a blood and phlegm choked gurgle, I even said, “It’s not exactly breakfast food, ha ha!” Jesus, man, maybe I should have jumped out that 8th floor window.

Looking back, I’m glad I was never hospitalized, because if I did have Covid, a ventilator and/or remdesivir would have too likely killed me, as they have millions worldwide. Too poor to afford health insurance my entire adult life, I had seen a doctor or dentist just a handful of times in four decades, so I was not inclined to seek professional medical help anyway, no matter where I was.

With their maltreatment of Covid patients and/or injection of toxic jabs into the healthy, millions of doctors and nurses worldwide have become angels of death. Two years into this carnage, none can plead ignorance of what they’re doing. Of course, all those who mask, dissemble or facilitate this horror in any way, to the least degree, are also guilty.

[to be continued, of course and unfortunately]

[Tirana, 3/25/21]

Wednesday, January 19, 2022

As expected, they're backing off a bit. Perhaps the pushback has gotten too intense, and they've murdered enough people for now.

It's likely they're just giving us a breather before their next nasty surprise. We still have to wait and see if other nations will quickly follow suit. This backpedaling, in the midst of the Omicron brouhaha, is also an admission we've been conned all along. If no masks, social distancing or lockdowns are needed now, they never were.

Planet Lockdown interview of Catherine Austin Fitts, a must see:

Planet Lockdown: A Documentary

I've been urging a German friend to get the hell out of there, before they close the borders,

but he's been hesitating. It's understandable, since he has a great job, and leaving one's country is usually not an easy decision. Suggesting he comes down this way, I've been giving him tips about Cape Town and Windhoek. Neither would be a shock since he's visited Kenya. There are even Germans in Windhoek and Cape Town. Just now, he sent me an update:

Here it gets ever crazier. A company had offered me a position as Head of HR. After I signed the contract, the CEO invited me to a restaurant, but I had to tell him: Restaurant? Sorry, that will not work (unvaxxed are banned from entering restaurants in Germany).

He was literally astonished. He had thought that I--like every well-meaning German--had already taken the jab. He advised that I should really consider doing this--which I politely refused. So ended my position as Head of HR before it had even started.... :-) Funny, but also sad in a way, because the rift is now so deep here, between the believers and the un-believers....



Tuesday, January 18, 2022


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Max Igan's "It's Time to Reclaim Our World":

Covid Feuilleton #11

As published at SubStack, 1/18/22:

[Klos, 6/6/21]

Land of Albania! let me bend mine eyes
On thee, thou rugged nurse of savage men!
The cross descends, thy minarets arise,
And the pale crescent sparkles in the glen,
--from Lord Byron’s “Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage”

In May of 2021, I received an email from an American who said he wanted to go to a Tirana bar I had mentioned in an article. On a shelf, there were five wine bottles with labels showing a portrait of Mussolini, JFK, Lenin, Hitler or Stalin. After I had given him the address, I thought, What if he’ll go there to raise a big stink?

In 1987, the Gestapo Bar in Seoul had to change its name after an uproar, and in 2000, the same fate met another Seoul bar, Third Reich. Although Nazi glamor is certainly not kosher, Communist chic is ultra cool. In Manhattan, for example, there’s the KGB Bar in the Bowery, right on the edge of the Ukrainian Village. Who cares if more Ukrainians were murdered by Communists than Jews by Nazis? There is only one Holocaust.

During the 2016 Democratic Convention in Philadelphia, dozens of tattooed white hipsters paraded down Broad Street, with many waving red flags, some with a hammer and sickle even. Who cares if Little Cambodia was just seven blocks away? Only one Holocaust matters.

In 2006, Gavin Newsom appointed Jack Hirschman as Poet Laureate of San Francisco. A Stalinist freak, Hirschman could only talk about Stalin or himself when I met him at Caffe Trieste in 2008. Among Hirschman’s books is Joey: The Poems of Joseph Stalin.

Entering Tirana’s Bunk’art, a museum of Communist crimes, you’re immediately greeted by a Primo Levi quotation, “ALL THOSE THAT FORGET THEIR PAST ARE CONDEMNED TO RELIVE IT.” Again, the Holocaust, in a memorial to victims of Jewish thinking! In a country where no Jews died during World War II, there’s a Holocaust Memorial. Even post-Communist Albania, then, has been jewjacked. Soros and his son have been busy there.

The American, let’s call him Jonathan, turned out to be very well-traveled, erudite and politically astute. I met him and his wife several times, and not just in Tirana, but Gjirokaster, that stone city like some prehistoric creature clawing its way up a mountainside, to paraphrase Kadare. Before Jonathan left Albania, we talked about how fine a country it was, with the sweetest people, so a great refuge from all the Covid madness roiling nearly everywhere else. We agreed, though, that Albania would not be near the top of any list of European countries to visit, but this has long been the verdict. Even before it was sealed for 45 years by Communists, almost no one went there.

Smack in the center of Europe, Albania was remote. In 1788, Gibbon wrote, “A country in sight of Italy is less known than the wilds of America.” Exploring it in 1809, 21-year-old Lord Byron congratulated himself for being just the second Englishman to advance “beyond the capital into the interior.”

So enamored with the Land of Eagles, Byron cosplayed as an Albanian warrior in his most famous oil portrait, though with a soft, white hand showing. Writing to his mum, Byron admitted that Ali Pasha, “The Lion of Yannina,” clearly saw him as an overcivilized and pampered pup, “He said he was certain I was a man of birth, because I had small ears, curling hair, and little white hands… He told me to consider him as a father whilst I was in Turkey, and said he looked on me as his son. Indeed, he treated me like a child, sending me almonds and sugared sherbet, fruit and sweetmeats, twenty times a day.”

[Tirana, 4/25/21]

In the 21st century, Albania is very much on the mass tourist itinerary, though most visitors favor its beaches, naturally, over its austere mountains. In Kukes, for example, I got startled second looks from adults even, while several kids couldn’t hide their glee at encountering such an alien.

To be higher is to be more inaccessible, thus safer. In Italy, you have all these hill towns that are walled, with their fields outside, so at night or during an attack, you’re safely walled in, up the hill. Though the term “running for the hills” is attributed to the Johnstown Flood of 1889, it makes sense literally, in countless cases. In 1995, I heard a man in Sapa, Vietnam describe his survival of the Chinese attack in 1979 as, “We just ran into the mountains.”

Many folks have been up high for centuries. Unlike us effeminate or beer bellied lowland wimps, mountain men are seen as more savage and tougher. They’re better warriors, too, as testified by the legendary martial prowess of the Gurkhas, Highland Scots, Rifians, Swiss and Hmongs, etc.

Here’s Norman Lewis on the Hmongs, whom he encountered in Laos in 1950, “It was a long, slow climb up to the village, although the [Hmongs], as they skipped along by our side, seemed in no way to notice the slope, nor their huge burdens.” Though small, they’re strong, with incredible stamina, like other mountain men.

Like them, Hmongs also had a revulsion against alien rules, that bureaucratic jungle us more civilized tolerate in exchange for comforts and goods. Lewis, “They are utterly independent and quite fearless. Their passion for freedom compels them to live in the smallest of villages and, apart from such rare events as the invasion of 1860, they will not tolerate chiefs or leaders […] They are normally pacific, but if compelled to fight are apt to eat the livers of slain enemies.”

There’s a paradox here, of course. If these elevated wildmen were so powerful, they wouldn’t have been chased up dem hills in the first place, where everything is so difficult, from agriculture to just stumbling home (uphill) after a bout of drinking. Plus, there are only so many chicks available in your steeply inclined village, not that the lowland incels are getting any.

Mountain men have generally been historical losers, but history isn’t over. Only pompous goofballs can even think it has an end. There have been many paradigm shifts in six million years.

In any case, mountain men have been the least contaminated by any dominant culture throughout history. Byron, “No nation are so detested and dreaded by their neighbours as the Albanese; the Greeks hardly regard them as Christians, or the Turks as Moslems; and in fact they are a mixture of both, and sometimes neither.” Unlike others who had been better converted or assimilated, Albanians retained more of their stubborn native selves, and this core integrity would show up again, in their emergence from the harshest Communism.

[Gjirokaster, 5/25/21]

In six months in Albania, I barely heard prayer calls, and most times, only indistinctly, from a distance. Almost no women covered their hair, and most men drank, with cheap rakia a favorite, even in the morning. Albania’s Orthodox Archbishop is a Greek.

As for Covid rules, they mostly ignored them. Unmasked, I traveled on packed vans all over the country. In crowded restaurants, I ate grilled meat and drank beer while looking at all the beautiful people walking by.

Fringe populations, then, are less susceptible to prevailing strains, so if the entire world goes mad, like right now, they’re not as hypnotized into looniness. Consider Covid “vaccination.” The most jabbed countries are generally ones with the most byzantine rules, strictly enforced, thus the most civilized, loosely speaking.

As of 1/17/22, the 20 most jabbed nations include, as expected, higher-income, well-organized countries like Singapore, South Korea, Canada, Denmark, Australia, Qatar, United Arab Emirates, Iceland, Malta, Spain and Italy, but also totalitarian Cuba and China, though they’re only using homegrown jabs. Aberrations, thin-walleted Cambodia and Ecuador are also included.

In Germany, I would see a man standing alone at an intersection at 3AM, with no traffic in any direction, waiting for the light to turn green, so he could cross. Most likely, he’s jabbed and boostered. Germany’s Covid “vaccination” rate is 73%, compared to just 37% for Albania, one of the lowest in Europe.

Though the Covid scamdemic is a global assault, it has not hit all populations equally. Primarily a psychological operation, it terrifies the long domesticated, easily cowed or simply foolish into not just wrecking their own lives, but even killing themselves.

As the self-congratulating “civilized” do themselves in, the less correct survive by doing nothing.

[to be continued, of course and unfortunately]

[Klos, 6/8/21]

Pfizer Covid "vaccine" and the Holocaust

from my "Covid Feuilleton #8":


On 11/9/20, Pfizer proudly announced the arrival of its mRNA “vaccine.” Accepting a Theodor Herzl Award from the World Jewish Congress on 11/10/21, Pfizer CEO Albert Bourla would point out that November 9th has a darker significance:

As the son of Holocaust survivors, to me, November 9th has always been synonymous with Kristallnacht. On that Night of Broken Glass, the antisemitism that made Nazi Germany went from discriminatory words and policies to outright violence. The destruction of property, the killings, the arrest of 30,000 Jews who were sent to concentration camps marked the beginning of the Holocaust. Because of this, November 9th, 1938 will always be remembered for the horrors that racists and hatred can bring to our world. But then came November 9th of 2020, a day that will always be remembered as well, as an example of the hope that human ingenuity and determination can bring to the world. This is the day that Pfizer delivered the news to the world that it has been waiting for, that clinical trials demonstrated that our vaccines worked. That news brought great joy to billions of people around the world. Grandparents could soon be able to have their grandchildren. Coffee shops, restaurants and movie theaters could soon welcome back guests. We will be able to get on a plane again, and most important, lives will be saved.

Bourla isn’t the only one linking his “vaccine” to the Holocaust. Unaware of his speech, I wrote on 11/18/21, “The Jewish controlled mainstream and social media are certainly uniform in pushing this genocide. It’s how we atone for their mostly mythical Holocaust.”

I hope you’re not asking, “Which genocide?”

Monday, January 17, 2022


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Glancing at Unz Review, I notice that Ron is continuing to muddy the water with his Covid five cents,

to which I've already countered, in a recent feuilleton:



Ridiculing concerns over the Covid jab, Ron Unz blithely claimed on 8/1/21 that “all the medical experts everywhere support vaccination.” When asked by a reader on 12/19/21 about all the outrageous vaccine mandates worldwide, Unz could only attribute them to “Mostly stupidity and incompetence I’d guess…” Nearly two years into this unprecedented crisis that had dominated everyone’s life, no serious analyst or dissident would squeak out such a pussified answer, especially with “I’d guess.” Is there a punch line?

For months at Unz Review itself, Mike Whitney and Paul Craig Roberts had written relentlessly about deadly problems with Covid “vaccination.” Here are some Craig Roberts headlines, “The Vaccine Is As Deadly As the Virus” (6/15/21), “The Covid Vaccine Is Causing the Covid Variants” (6/15/21), “Is the Danger Covid or the Vaccine?” (6/21/21), “Profits Take Precedence Over Public Health and Civil Liberty” (6/24/21), “A Conspiracy to Murder—The Government and the Big Pharma-Dependent Medical Profession Are Hiding the Facts About Covid and the Vaccine” (7/8/21), “Vaccination Does Not Protect Against Delta Variant” (7/9/21), “How the Covid ‘Pandemic’ Was Orchestrated—Everything you should know about Covid” (7/15/21), “Covid Cases Are Surging in the Most-Vaxxed Countries, Not in the Least-Vaxxed” (7/19/21), “America’s Frontline Doctors File Federal Lawsuit to Curtail Emergency Use of Covid Vaccines” (7/20/21, or 12 days before Unz said, “all the medical experts everywhere support vaccination”), “The Covid Deception Exposed” (7/21/21), “The Evidence Is In: the Covid ‘Pandemic’ Is Not Real But the Vaccine Pandemic Is” (7/22/21), “The Prevalence of Evil” (7/23/21), “Is the Survivability of Covid-Vaccinated Societies at Risk?” (7/23/21), “How the Covid Scam Is Perpetrated” (7/26/21), “The Fauci Protection Team” (7/27/21) and “The Covid Scam Is Unraveling” (7/29/21). There are many more, but you get the idea, and these are only from six weeks, so I’m not exaggerating about Craig Roberts being relentless on this issue, and right under Ron Unz’ nose too.

No less emphatic, Mike Whitney sounded the alarm even earlier, “Here’s Why You Should Skip the Covid Vaccine” (11/28/20), “The Covid-19 Vaccine; Is the Goal Immunity or Depopulation?” (12/4/20), “COVID VACCINE – the Nightmare Scenario” (2/10/21), “Coronapocalypse; Big Pharma’s Doomsday Vaccine #666” (2/19/21), “Is the ‘Variant’ Being Used to Scare People Into Getting Vaccinated??” (2/23/21), “Vaccine Diabolus and the Impending Wave of Rare Neurodegenerative Disorders” (3/7/21), “Operation Vaxx-All Deplorables: Codename; ‘Satan’s Poker’” (3/10/21), “You Refuse to Get Vaccinated, But Are You Ready to be an Outcast?” (3/25/21), “Pure, Unalloyed Evil” (4/11/21), “Terminate the Emergency Use Authorization (EUA) and Complete Phase 3 Trials” (4/27/21), “New Report Sheds Light on Vaccine Doomsday Cult” (5/3/21), “The CoVaxx-19 Scorecard: Bleeding, Blood-Clots and the Whole Nine Yards” (5/10/21), “The Same Pattern Everywhere?—Mass Vaccination triggers sharp spike in Cases and Deaths” (5/15/21), “NoVaxx Rebellion: Resist, Refuse, Reject” (6/1/21), “Were ‘The Elderly… Killed in Hospitals’ … During the Pandemic?” (6/7/21), “The Killer in the Bloodstream: the ‘Spike Protein’” (6/10/21), “The Conspiracy Theorists Were Right; It IS a ‘Poison-Death Shot’” (9/16/21), “Will Vaccine-Linked Deaths Rise Sharply This Winter?” (10/9/21), “It All Makes Sense Once You Realize They Want to Kill Us” (10/17/21), Excess Deaths Point to Depopulation Agenda” (11/5/21), “Lethal Injection; Frontline E.R. Doctor Gives Chilling Account of Unusual Vaccine-Induced Illness” (11/20/21), “‘I Believe We Are Facing an Evil That Has No Equal in Human History’—Interview with Moscow-based author, Riley Waggaman” (11/26/21), “Research ‘Game-changer’: Spike Protein Increases Heart Attacks and Destroys Immune ​System” (12/1/21), “Operation Extermination—the Plan to Decimate the Human Immune System with a Lab-Generated Pathogen” (12/8/21) and “Report Links Ballooning Fatalities to ‘Specific Batches’ of the Covid-19 Vaccine” (12/19/21).

Also at Unz, Gilad Atzmon wrote a dozen articles about the Covid jab. Examining Israel, Gibraltar and Great Britain, Atzmon stressed that the Pfizer “vaccine” triggered a surge in Covid related hospitalizations and deaths. On 1/30/21, Atzmon stated, “The case of Israel, leading the world by far in the mass vaccination contest, doesn’t leave much maneuvering room for skeptics. Since Israel launched its vast vaccination campaign in December, it has been witnessing an exponential rise in COVID-19 cases and deaths.” Exponential!

(As for the oddity of Pfizer injecting Israeli Jews, I got this reminder from Henry Herskovitz, “I would tell people that Jews have never shied away from slaughtering their own to achieve what they felt to be overarching goals. Here’s David Ben Gurion in the late 1930’s: ‘If I knew that it was possible to save all the [Jewish] children in Germany by transporting them to England, but only half by transporting them to Palestine, I would choose the second.'”)

Late to the game, I published at Unz “Mass Death Ahead” (10/14/21), “Mislabeling, Misthinking, Misanalysis, Sure Death” (10/25/21), “Killer Cure” (11/6/21), “Covid Box Car, Vaccine Plunge Dip and Faucian Bargain” (11/14/21), “Mass Child Sacrifice in Plain Sight” (11/20/21), “Cull, Track and Control” (11/25/21) and “Darkest Christmas” (12/12/21).

Beyond Unz Review, many astute observers have dissected the Covid scam as it’s unleashed against humanity. Most notably, James Corbett posted a podcast, “Corona World Order” on 4/10/20, then “COVID-911—From Homeland Security to Biosecurity” on 9/11/20.

On 9/13/21, James Howard Kunstler wrote, “So, while pretending to object to the implacable fact of death—a certainty of the human condition, according to science—we killed a whole bunch of people by withholding treatment. And concurrently, we rolled out the vaccines promising to ‘protect everybody’ only to learn that it provided other, even more diabolical, routes to death.” With his unmatched prose, Kunstler has continued to pound away at the scamdemic

Since starting his SubStack blog on 10/31/21, Steve Kirsch, a Jewish millionaire like Ron Unz, has become a leading opponent of the Covid jab. His latest initiative is an invitation for healthcare workers to speak openly about Covid “vaccines” on 1/23/22

There are so many others, such as Del Bigtree, Whitney Webb, Robert Malone, Sucharit Bhakdi, David Martin and Peter McColough, with the last three seasoned doctors, and Robert Malone the inventor of the mRNA “vaccine,” now being lethally deployed by Pfizer and Moderna.

On 11/16/21, Robert F. Kennedy Jr. published The Real Anthony Fauci: Bill Gates, Big Pharma, and the Global War on Democracy and Public Health. Though Ron Unz has commented extensively on this eye-opening book, he has focused on its expose about AIDS, and not Covid. On 1/10/22, Unz even wrote, “Despite Kennedy’s efforts, my own position on Covid vaccinations or other related public health measures still remains very conventional, not too different from what might be found in the pages of the Times or the Economist.” 

Unfortunately, the man’s not joking. Despite all the evidence presented by Kennedy, and so many others besides, Unz still leans towards the Jewish media, Jewish Schwab, Jewish Bourla, Jewish Wallensky, Jewish Zients, Jewish Zaks and Jewish Slavitt, etc. Perhaps Unz is just stubbornly foolish, and not a limited hangout hustler.

In any case, this is my very last sentence at Unz Review, “Whoever ignores or distracts from this global emergency is, at best, useless, if not a tool of the mass murderers.”





Saturday, January 15, 2022


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Covid Feuilleton #10

As published at SubStack, 1/15/22:

[Fier, 5/14/21]

By February of 2021, there weren’t just rumors of certain countries reopening soon, but online whispers the entire world might be locked down presently, thus stranding everyone indefinitely wherever. It wasn’t that farfetched. With hardly any flights in or out of most countries, hundreds of thousands of tourists had already been stuck, resulting in loss of jobs, unpaid mortgages and drained wallets, not to mention separation from family. Millions of third-worlders working abroad also couldn’t go home.

That dream Namibian safari which took so long to save up for suddenly turned into a sustained elopement with lions, hippos and wildebeests. It’s never too late to learn Khoekhoe. Endless summer in an Icelandic village at the end of the roughest road became the longest, darkest winter catching up on Bill Gates, Klaus Schwab and Yuval Noah Harrari.

Though there were repatriation flights arranged by governments, their announcements were usually abrupt, seats were limited and prices often too high. At least no one had to claw and kick compatriots out of the way to get onto a plane, while avoiding being sucker punched in the face by a stern captain.

Vietnamese working illegally in China simply trekked home, if they were close enough to the border. Hundreds of thousands, mostly legal, were stranded in South Korea and Japan, with many also losing their jobs in these Covid-ravaged economies. Out of food, they had to be fed by Buddhist temples.

There’s a 3/28/20 BBC video of two young English women living in a Sydney garage, and three more Brits stuffed into a camper at a Kiwi campsite, with their money quickly running out. A Brit working in China was traveling when Covid erupted, so ended up spending a year and a half in Tonga, a white-sanded paradise which quickly bored her, because no one likes to be stuck anywhere, she stressed.

Even if never taken advantage of, freedom of movement is essential to one’s well being and self-respect. Monotonous months cooped up in an office cubicle is made more bearable by the prospect of two weeks far away, or just weekend drives to nearby towns. As a teenaged worker at McDonald’s in northern Virginia, I’d treat myself to ballgames in Baltimore, an hour away in my used Mustang II. If carless, a grinding Greyhound trip to relatives means freedom. Even before conception, life is movement.

After five weeks in Egypt, I decided to fly to Albania, because it had no Covid-related entry requirements. Most crucially, Americans could stay there for up to a year. With adjacent North Macedonia and Montenegro still wide open, I could run around a bit without too much effort, and should Italy reopen, I could take a ferry to where I had spent the best two years of my life.

Every nation’s history is determined primarily by its geography. Though the Albanians are smack in the middle of Europe, they’re somehow seen as borderline Europeans, or not even European at all, by morons, obviously. Squeezed between Greece and Rome, they were often dismissed as just a bunch of mountainous, barely civilized tribesmen. With their mass conversion to Islam under the Ottomans, they became even more alien. (Keep in mind, though, that 17% of Albanians are still Christian.)

Though they’ve produced two Roman emperors, Diocletian (244-311) and Constantine the Great (272-337), and the founder of modern Egypt, Muhammad Ali (1769-1849), Albanians are still perceived as inferior and even stupid, an absurd judgement, frankly, for during my six months in Albania, I was surrounded by some of the most gracious people I’ve ever met. Gentle and intelligent, they’re simply beautiful. I saw better books sold on Tirana sidewalks than in most American bookstores. There was much that was eye-opening, and that’s why one travels. Nowhere is as expected.

[Sarande, 5/26/21]

In my Tirana building, a man said I shouldn’t hesitate to knock on his door, one floor up, if I ever needed help with anything, and he said this on our third encounter in the hallway, after only one conversation. In Gramsh, a town of less than 10,000, I wasn’t sure where to wait for a van to Korce, so I asked two passersby, in English then Italian. Scrupulous, the second even instructed a third man to look after me on the van itself, and none of them wanted anything from me. Before getting off in mountainous Moglice (pop. 1,000), this last man pointed forward then gave me a thumbs up, with a nod and a smile, to indicate I was fine moving forward. He even said something to the driver.

In early 1991, the Hoxha statue in Tirana’s Skanderbeg Square was finally toppled. In 1994, Paul Theroux landed in Durres to find a country that was still traumatized and beyond destitute, “My first sight, as I walked off the ship, was of a mob of ragged people, half of them beggars, the rest of them tearful relatives of the passengers, all of them howling.” Swarmed by beggars, Theroux finally made it to a bus station that resembled a junkyard. Approached by “a ragged young man,” Theroux assumed he just wanted money, but he was there to point the foreigner to the right bus. Theroux:

I climbed in and sat by the back door.

“It costs fifty leks,” the young man said, and seeing that I was confused, he took out a scrap of red rag that was a fifty-lek note and handed it to me. “You will need this.”

Before the door clapped shut I managed to give the young man some Italian lire in return, perhaps its equivalent […] He had given me, a stranger, what was in Albania a half-day’s pay, knowing that I would never see him again.

Visiting Durres a couple times in 2021, I’m happy to report it’s become a cheerful city again, with a wide seaside promenade where mothers push strollers, kids play and everyone can enjoy the soothing breezes from the Adriatic. Pleasant cafes, restaurants and hotels hug its coastline. The Covid plandemic has certainly put the kibosh on this recovery, however. Hopefully, it’s not reversed, or Greatly Reset.

[Gramsh, 6/29/21]

During Communist days, Albania’s secret police was called Sigurimi, or “Safety,” a nauseatingly sick name for a sinister outfit that terrorized so many Albanians. Arrested by the Safety goons, you could expect to be tortured, if not killed. Even if given a trial, you would have no chance to defend yourself, for its only purpose was to make a spectacle and lesson out of you. You were there to be condemned.

Visiting the former Sigurimi headquarters, now a museum, I was particularly haunted by a photo of the first Albanian female writer, Musine Kokalari. Though born in Turkey and educated in Italy, Kokalari was deeply attached to Gjirokaster, her ancestral city. Kokalari’s first book, published in 1941, was a collection of stories inspired by Gjirokaster folklore, and also its Tosk dialect. I mention this to stress that Kokalari was no internationalist (or globalist), despite her relatively cosmopolitan biography. A nationalist, Kokalari would risk everything for Albania.

Though Kokalari said in 1943 she only wanted to immerse herself in literature, and have nothing to do with politics, she had a change of heart a year later, when she cofounded the Albanian Social Democratic Party. The murder of her two brothers by Communists, and their threat to gain power, forced her off the sideline. Having lived in Italy under Mussolini, she was also anti-Fascist.

Political active for just two years, Kokalari would pay a monstrous price. After Communists gained power in 1946, they put Kokalari on trial as “a saboteur and enemy of the people,” then jailed her for 18 years, under the most barbaric conditions. Prevented from writing, of course, she had to perform back breaking labor day after day. Released, she had to live in tiny, out of the way Rrëshenm where she worked as a street sweeper for 19 years, until her death from untreated cancer.

Although already tortured and humiliated in jail, with her horrific fate sealed, Kokalari’s calm, nearly radiant face in the famous photo betrays an odd combination of strength and innocence, as if she could hardly believe she was being punished so sadistically, in a country she so loved, for loving her country. In the background, her cowed countrymen lurked.

Though individuals squashed by history is the most common plot, some populations are reminded of this constantly, while others are allowed to forget, for years on end. Smug, they laugh, until their house, too, collapses on their children’s heads.

It’s bad enough to be a little guy among giants, Albania is also located at a crucial junction. In the past, it was between Catholics and Orthodox, then Islam and Christianity. Now, it’s between Uncle Sam’s hushed puppies and the Slavic world, though much of the latter has been bribed, cajoled and seduced into Sammy’s pocket.

Fearful of Slavs, particularly Serbs, Albania embraces Uncle Sam unequivocally, so there’s a George W. Bush Street in Tirana, a Bush statue in Fushe-Kruje, a Donald J. Trump Boulevard in Kamez and even a George Soros Street in Gjirokaster. Visiting Obama in 2016, Prime Minister Rama declared, “Albania is a pro-American country [and] a serious NATO partner.” No less affectionate, Obama swooned, “Albania is an extraordinary ally. I wish to thank you for what you have done. Under your leadership, Albania is now a reference point in the Balkans and one of the most responsible actors in the region.”

As many countries have discovered, getting into bed with Uncle Sam is a risky proposition, and that’s before he lost control of most bodily functions.

Albanians don’t deserve another historical nightmare. None of us do, though with Americans, you can’t say they’re blameless. Having served empire and Jews for so long, to the detriment of so many millions, they’ll finally realize what it’s like to be on the gang banged end of such love.

[to be continued, of course and unfortunately]

[Kukes, 5/18/21]


Mark McGowan, Premier of Western Australia:

Following this example, Biden should get an Ebonics interpreter to stand right next to him, so all Americans, black, white, yellow and brown, can understand him better.