Fierce Melancholy

Instead of ‘outrage’, this is what we feel when we have been betrayed

You all know the fierce melancholy that overcomes us at the memory of happy times…

This is the opening sentence of Ernst Juenger’s Nazi parable novel, On the Marble Cliffs, but it might as well be an acute observation that sums up the mood of the moment. As the curtain is finally pulled back on the crimes committed against the public in the name of ‘safety’ or ‘public health’, as we see all too clearly the abject failure and utter spineless corruption of our Dear Leaders during the Pandemic, pundits keep asking Where’s the outrage. I’ll tell you: We are too exhausted, too sick, and too melancholy for that.

Juenger was a maverick, described as ‘the intractable land mine of German literature’ who leapt into infamy in 1920 with his war memoir Storm of Steel. He was a complex figure, part dandy storm trooper, part rabid nationalist pamphleteer, part uncanny futurist, who was 102 when he died in 1998, loaded with honours. His sentence so electrified me that I had to write this post.

Juenger with the Pour le Merite medal for military valour, the last one ever awarded

He would have understood this moment of historic betrayal. We have been betrayed by the people we elected and quite a few we didn’t. Betrayal on this scale does have consequences. They are slow in coming but they could in fact, bring the entire house of civilization down. I mean that literally: I am not so sure that a society in which trust has been deeply betrayed on a systemic basis can survive. We all wish it weren’t so, but the evidence that we’ve been lied to, manipulated and duped is simply overwhelming. Odd how so many of our erstwhile pandemic ‘conspiracy theories’ are turning into conspiracy facts before our eyes.

Here is a short list: the vaccines were not only leaky and therefore useless, but they also caused bodily harm that is continuing to emerge. The connection between excess deaths and vaccine uptake should be investigated but is not. The masks were useless and mandating them a political stunt cynically engineered by politicians. The decision to lock down entire societies runs counter to established science, but it was done in the name of The Science. Thus forever undermining uncorrupted science, which does exist but is not to the taste of our leaders.

The vilification of ordinary people, doctors and nurses and truckers was an instance of a democracy turning itself into an oppressive, coercive dictatorship. Especially in Canada. There is much more, and I am sure that we are not finished with getting to the truth. As always, a brilliant picture is worth a thousand words, so here is the latest cartoon by BOB.  Perhaps he is the greatest political satirist of the day. It captures a terrible dilemma: what to do with the perpetrators of the pandemic hoax. We might feel like hanging a bunch of these traitors. They deserve it. But we are civilized. We won’t do anything remotely like it. Though we might wish it. The next decade will be about how we deal with something that has left us shaken, despondent and fiercely melancholy.

I do not believe that anything like this has ever happened before though corruption is as old as mankind. It’s the scale that is so staggering. And the continued charades re ’vaccines’ and mandates that are still on the books. We find ourselves having to fight a new bigger war than the virus: the globalists and their plans for us, especially the plan to digitize money. That is the fight that we face now. I am predicting that it will be a long and ugly one and I can’t call it.

The general public is only dimly aware of what this means though there are increasing signs that even the MMM has to deal with this issue. They will obfuscate or downplay the dangers and completely ignore the drivers behind this heinous plan. I do believe that the bankers and the politicians, the Fed and the entire monetary system is now fraying because of reckless money printing. And the only way out is to simply change the system, from the bottom up. It’s quite plausible that this was the plan all along and that is why none of the bankers and finance ministers seemed overly concerned about consequences like inflation. It was only Bill Morneau, former Finance Minister of Canada, who pointed it out to Trudeau and got fired for his pains. Best of all, digitized currency continues the now decades-old surveillance state, and brings it into the open where we can no longer call it a conspiracy theory, because it is a conspiracy fact. We have arrived in a world that none of us imagined three years ago.

We now live in a reality so chaotic that it makes the Weimar Republic look peaceful. And the fierce melancholy that goes with knowing that you’ve been betrayed colours everything. No, we are not reliving the thirties; we are living through something more fundamental and far more deadly. Aside from the danger of abdicating all our freedom and privacy to a digital money system that allows the government to control your every breath, this is a time when we continue experimenting upon viruses to make them more lethal in gain of function labs. We refuse to look at that, as a society, and I believe that this could usher in the end of the human race. Not climate change. Not futile, diversionary wars in Ukraine. No. The labs are a threat to humanity. Period. The longer we allow this insanity to continue the more certain it is that we will all die horribly because we managed to engineer a truly deadly virus, and oh dear, it escaped. Like Covid, perhaps. Something that happens a lot and cannot be avoided. There is no risk benefit here at all. It is a jump into the abyss from whence nobody comes back. Are we so in love with death and destruction? Have we finally given in to a left-brain dystopia that will end it all? You tell me.

I look back on 2019 with fierce melancholy. It was the year when I finally got a new hip, when I lost 30 pounds, when I looked forward to a pain free, happier, and productive old age. But then the pandemic dashed not just my plans but everyone’s. It also brutally exposed all the corruption, the moral decay and systemic insanity of our wonderful western world. Now we have to deal with it. You can’t unsee what you have seen, what you have experienced. Nobody can. Those that have betrayed us have to be identified and at the very least, thrown out of office. Because I for one do not want to live with fierce melancholy for the few years that I have left. I want to feel some measure of contentment. At present, that eludes me.

There is an all-Canadian country tune with the refrain ‘the good times are all gone, and I’m bound for moving on’ that is playing in my head at all hours. I continue to hope that one day, I will no longer hear its mournful tune, one that fits so well into the post pandemic world.