Human safari parks are the future, or so they think
Human safari parks are the future, or so they think
We are all just livestock to globalist elites.
We live in an era of grand narratives faithfully broadcast by a media increasingly devoid of journalism or reporting. In recent years they have specialized in breathlessly promoting the ravings of a select group of well-connected dilettantes who, for reasons none of us can fathom, have risen to prominence to grace our glowing rectangles with increasing frequency.
The World Economic Forum (WEF) seems partly to blame. Although they have been meeting since the 1970s in various guises they have muscled in to many aspects of society. Hardly surprising since they have 460 or so “city hubs,” often used to recruit young dreamers and give them an unwarranted sense of mission in life.
That mission has been doing the rounds and has gradually seeped its way into most Western nations. The enthusiastically Godless need to believe in something, and the something they have embraced looks like bad science fiction.
It is easy to scoff. They talk of a glorious future where all our kids will be microchipped and eating a sustainable diet of cricket burgers and kale smoothies while living in affordable housing designed to be energy efficient. The housing sounds like some kind of recycled plastic shipping container and much of the energy efficiency will be realized by preventing you using it. But no matter, it is the vision that counts.
They alone understand how the world works and, more importantly, how it does not work. Specifically, they understand how the world ought not to work.
We shouldn’t be partying and drinking, and all that red meat is dangerous, especially for the toxic males. A spontaneous drive to some distant place with the family is an act of climate terrorism. Having children is reckless. All the fun stuff is damaging us, by which they mean them. And what they ultimately mean is this may damage their immaculately planned superfuture, insect burgers and all.
We hear a lot about their schemes. It has infested every Western nation like a virus, right down to local authority levels. These are the utopian ideas that complement the mayhem unleashed by the woke brigade. A brave new world for all those newly-minted genders to live in.
Alongside the degeneracy and decline we are to be treated to a roster of fantastically bad ideas. Most have the same focus, a concern with security, control and safety. Theirs is an artificial vision that no one has voted for but is now a well publicized priority for all Western countries.
Their vision looks like the deranged offspring of a 1970s pulp science fiction novel and an Ikea coffee table; poorly conceived, inhuman and not very robust when seen up close. But from a distance it looks nice, at least when brand new. We’ve yet to see what a plastic box masquerading as a house will look like after ten years in Northern Europe or Canada’s Arctic wastes. But that barely matters. As long as it is sustainable, as long as it is safe and controlled, then it passes muster.
If you want to know what this would actually feel like for the majority it will be you living in your approved zone, using a device to access everything. Your money will be their money which they will remind you of by restricting what you can buy. All the synthetic pseudofood you can stomach but no meat. All the porn you can almost handle but minimal human contact; we can’t have the peasants spreading germs.
Our supervillains have been hard at work, like a scifi show’s underpaid writing team, their ideas just keep coming long after you want it all to stop.
Here are just some of the initiatives that have enervated everyone from senior political and media figures to local civil servants and other assorted minions.
1. 15-minute cities and control of movement
15-minute cities have been showcased as the cornerstone of the WEF vision for the future. The clue is in the title; everything you need will be within fifteen minutes walking or cycling distance. Although not driving distance since you won’t need a car. Cars are for terrorists.
Doctors, dentists, cafes, shops, everything. All nearby and all centrally planned. It seems to be a modern version of the Soviet-style megablocks, this time with solar panels and eco-friendly concrete. The pictures look impressive. Wide boulevards, novel architecture and people cycling without being mugged. It looks very picturesque, as long as you like living twenty floors up.
However, the 15-minute element won’t just be a catchy phrase to suggest everything you need is nearby. It will be a 15-minute perimeter you cannot cross without permission. Travel restrictions loom large and have already begun with low emission zones in European cities, ostensibly to cut pollution no one was aware existed until they needed a way in.
The main thrust of this is a war on cars, which is really a war on movement. The endless promotion of electric cars has excited many as they believe the hype of pollution-free transport. But electrical engineers remind us we cannot build enough charging stations in time to meet targets even if our electricity grids could handle the strain.
Few understand the goal has never been to replace regular cars with electric versions. The goal has always been the eradication of personal transport. Our world controllers cannot stand the idea you can jump in a car and travel anywhere without their knowledge. That is why they tout the idea of everything being within 15 minutes. Why would you want to leave?
2. Reduced meat and dietary manipulation
A popular favourite with the elite crowd. Meat is damaging the planet, especially beef, despite cows having evolved alongside us for the purpose of providing sustenance. This is to be replaced with synthetic meat grown in labs.
Then there is crazy talk of using insects as a new dietary staple. Crickets, beetles, grasshoppers and who knows what else. All that sustainable protein is just crawling around uneaten while we wreck the planet eating cheeseburgers. It is exactly this kind of epic disconnect that characterizes almost everything our would-be overlords do. The memes practically write themselves.
3. Financial control and rationing
Central bank digital currencies are being pursued by every major nation. These are to be programmable, by which they mean they can decide what you are permitted to spend this money on. A fiscal prison.
And nor will they be slow to use this power. The sin taxes levied on the things they hate like alcohol and cigarettes are a current insight into how they think. Anything they dislike will be rationed. Cake will definitely make it onto the list eventually.
4. Zero ownership and the abolition of property
Leasing or renting seems to be the favoured method. Ownership will be phased out along with any notion of property rights. Cars, homes and furniture, everything is to be rented. You won’t even own that bike they will make you use instead of a car.
The motivator will be novelty, much like today’s smartphone or software contracts. Getting people on the hook for perpetual payments where you own nothing in exchange for the promise of constant upgrades. Novelty seeking will be weaponized, and many will fall for it.
5. Biosecurity paranoia and fear of death; safety at all costs
The biosecurity passport is constantly touted by the WEF, governments, NGOs and think tanks. Recently trialled with mixed success during the Covid pandemic response it is ostensibly to ease international travel.
But there is already talk of adding much more to the passport, including financial information. Many fear the development of something akin to a social credit score, beloved of totalitarian regimes everywhere.
Much of the discussion revolves around safety. This runs through almost everything that is promoted. Health safety, physical safety, food security, reducing car accidents with automated cars, no guns, no fatty foods clogging arteries. It is all in there, driven by fear. We must make the world safer to live in. No one can get sick. No one can access an unapproved diet.
The notion of resilience is to be replaced with an unrealistic health forcefield that completely ignores the adaptability of the human body. A stage managed life dictated by the views of experts we cannot vote to remove.
What this means
This is not a life. They imagine squeaky clean identikit apartment buildings and strategically placed clumps of nature like trees and bushes, no doubt pleasingly arranged in equidistant sproutings that will look nothing like nature.
We’ve all seen the artists’ renditions of what a council thinks a really superb city looks like. It looks like North Korea minus the starvation, clinically precise and with no soul. A locale rather than a place to call home.
For us it will be a kind of human safari park and not the jungle we are designed for. A facsimile of a real town or organically developed city.
For our overlords it will be more like a natural history show on TV, colourful and dramatic but safely distant, with movement controlled enough to calm fears the peasants might one day wake up to their serfdom. They will stave off this reckoning with just enough easy indulgence to keep us docile. It is to be a comfortable prison.
The perpetual sense of disappointment emanating from our elite class is palpable. We drink too much, we smoke, we eat red meat like animals. And like animals we are to be domesticated and kept in a nice air-conditioned pen where we will be safe and sound, with our every move accounted for.
Throw in universal basic income, ultra-realistic video games, sex dolls and legalized drugs and we have what every junkie craves, a permanent feeling of attainable oblivion all provided by our betters. Who would want to escape from this?
This is the worst of all possible worlds. It is utopia, and like all utopias it is inescapably dystopian because it is someone else’s idea of paradise.
They are selling carbon-neutral hedonistic serfdom. Everyone’s leisure time is promised to be a fully-immersive descent into a solitudinal hell with full-spectrum sensory opulence always available in your recycled plastic cell. All developed by the kind of people who think slick video presentations represent a workable plan. I mean the vision is the hard bit, right?
It is to natural human living as pumpkin spiced lattes are to real manly coffee. A pleasant looking abomination we will quickly grow tired of while it makes us sick.
These plans are presented with a straight face. There are renderings, videos, gushing endorsement from future-oriented visionary types. Excited politicians and media lackeys remind us this is the future and it will be amazing.
They imagine a squeaky clean set of urban conurbations, all neat and tidy, perfectly uniform and ordered. But as previous iterations teach us human nature never changes. The problems will emerge early. If we are lucky it will look like Blade Runner. If not it will look like Mega-City One.
Everyone seems to have forgotten they attempted all this in Europe in the 1960s with high-rise blocks. They too looked great on paper, and not too shoddy one week after being erected.
But five years on the lifts were broken and the stairwells were blocked with all manner of detritus. Ten years in and they had incubated serious dysfunction, damaged families and broken people. Nothing worked and they couldn’t pay people to live there. The dazzling newness had given way to urine-soaked lifts, open drug use and casual rape in the dark corners of the Soviet-style buildings. A total failure, one we believed we had left behind.
But central planning is fashionable again, and it will inherit all the problems of the previous attempts. The uniformity, the inhumanity, the scale, all of it doomed to implode. A parody of life, imposed from the top down by people who won’t be living there.
This is a safe future, sanitized and clean, artificially sterile to assuage a growing sense of mortality from people whose time is running out. And to compensate for that they wish to leave their mark. It is a brilliant dream, dazzling in its ambition. All it will cost you is everything.
They favour human safari parks because they fear jungles which to them look like chaos. If they must have something resembling wildness they would prefer instead the neat, angular symmetry of the farmer’s field. There is no room in their world for the oddballs or the weirdos, only some modernized version of the New Soviet Man will do. Neat, clean, organized, hemmed in and celebrating his own slavery to a system that views him as livestock. A life only fit for slaves.
That is not me and I doubt it is you either. That observation alone goes a long way to understanding how doomed all this talk of megacities really is. They are completely unworkable and only a pampered, distant member of the elite class could believe this would work.
Utopia means nowhere; literally no place. In practice it means a kind of territorial nothingness, a geographical void. Standardized living is great for the fearful but devastating to the truly alive as it drains from us everything that is unique and human, and all this to fulfill someone else’s idea of how we ought to live.
Drinking, smoking, eating meat, raising families, making our own way in life, doing our best to enjoy it, all are vices for those who have a superior vision. That stuff is messy. It is old fashioned. It is unplanned and unplannable like everything real.
The ultimate vice is thinking for ourselves, which they genuinely fear. We witnessed this during the Covid era; trained doctors lambasted for treating their own patients, insane reactions to the maskless, and apocalyptic propaganda to persuade the masses to take the injection and failing to persuade thirty percent of us. These were pitched as health initiatives for the good of all but we can see they were aghast the cattle had ideas of their own. How dare you!
Much of this is about safety. The constant obsession with tracking, measuring and standardizing everything. Making it perfect. This is to stave off the realities of a world they do not control and therefore fear. For people who have long ago weaponized environmentalism they shun the wild wherever they meet it.
Great wealth and extensive reach comes at a price, and the price is vigilance lest they lose it. This is the greatest worry of our current globalist elites, losing their place in the world. They fear irrelevancy hence the need to make their mark like modern day pharaohs.
Most of the talk is projection, common among the fearful. They are projecting their own inner world on to the rest of us and in doing so providing insight into what really makes them tick.
The very words they use betray their thinking; sustainable, clean, managed resources. Everything organized, everything understood. No surprises. It must be clinical, planned and perfect. No room for mistakes or deviating from the plan. We must control it all.
Lack of control is chaos, which means we lose our grip on our wealth and our privilege. Even worse, it is times of unrest and change that throw up the opportunities the more nimble grab to make their way up the greasy pole. No member of the elite wants a rival elite to emerge.
Their vision is the kind of life your mother might pick for you, or your psychiatrist perhaps. It is obsessed with safety and comfort, anathema to those with places to go.
Caution leads to mediocrity and that is really what we see in play. The mediocre dictating terms to humanity from the safety of their own mind jail. It is pathetic. Who wants to live in a glorified rabbit hutch, unable to leave without permission, and spending their days immersed in porn or games? That is how they view us. A mass of undifferentiated units, easily replaced and easily distracted.
But some of us are less so. And unlike previous eras we are connected. Many lament the censorship at play from social media companies, search engines and media outlets. All seem to be in the thrall of the same vision promoted by the WEF and their fellow visionaries, with any deviation condemned as misinformation. Many become despondent and see no way out of this global dragnet.
And yet there is an air of desperation to it all. In their bid for control it seems to be slipping through their fingers. Their big recycled plastic tower blocks in their neat arrangements reflect how they really think. They think like a bygone era with its reliance on censorship and control and widespread obedience to government diktats. They imagine central command can accomplish anything. They forget dystopian schemes rely on an isolated population beaten into a sense of despair. In the post-Covid era that is harder to accomplish.
This is already visible. The WEF are openly mocked. Their ideas are trashed as soon as they publish them. Yet they seem oblivious because they live in the ultimate echo chamber. All that money buys a lot of delusion, with every TV executive and journalist desperate to play along with what they imagine are the masters of the universe. All those yes men do is convince them the world can be easily manipulated, that success is about slick video presentations and endorsement from billionaires. The unpredictability of reality is kept at bay with fiction.
As more look away from the mainstream and connect with the likeminded we move ever further out of reach of their schemes which, in the end, rely at least on our acquiescence if not our full backing. More of us are mentally detached from their sterile vision of what our lives should look like. We enjoy our steaks and wash it down with whisky while learning more every day how corrupted our institutions and our nations have become and how little we are prepared to trust them.
Theirs is a stillborn vision. It lacks humanity. It is all about them and it shows. Even worse the WEF and other visionary entities don’t actually do anything. Every scheme can only be realized via other parties. Ultimately many of these are local authorities. The kind of people who cannot fill in potholes in roads or manage homelessness are to build the cities of tomorrow.
An out of touch elite are not today’s leaders and nor are they tomorrow’s. They are yesterday’s men, entranced with their power and their impressive networks. Drunk on the brief chance to shine afforded by the aftermath of Covid and the ousting of President Trump.
They can command the attention of the movers and shakers while they publish their pamphlets and books no one reads but miraculously make it on to best-seller lists, the entire charade a microcosm of their place in our future. They buy a lot of influence in an era of deep suspicion and cynicism where many of us have tuned out. Who are they influencing now except each other?
And what of that thirty percent who didn’t buy the hype over the last few years? They are busy looking out for themselves. They are rejecting the pharma-driven world of modern medicine and cleaning up their diets and looking anew at older wisdom. Fresh air, get out in the sun, get moving. Play with your kids and go for a drive, or, even better, a walk. Sourcing good quality meats and cutting out the seed oils and the processed gunk. They are reacting to the fakery by becoming informed, educated and stronger.
They won’t be living in 15-minute cities just as they won’t be eating cricket burgers. They won’t be giving up their possessions for the promise of novelty. And they won’t be plugging into the virtual opium den of AI porn, digital friendships or remote life. They will be embracing real life with all its trials and tribulations, learning to accept its triumphs and disasters. More and more will switch off their little glowing toy and realize the majesty of the world around them.
That is what the visionaries don’t get. Most of us don’t seek a sanitized life. Some of us know the dangers of comfort and safety. And none of us buy the hype. A great life can’t be imposed by distant overlords eating lobster while telling us we must make do with less. Life is not a commodity you can hire. Life is to be lived, and a good life can only be lived on our own terms not those imposed by a parasitical class of dreamers.
Their vision makes no sense to us. It is sterile and bleak, reflecting the mentality of a world the elites themselves have destroyed. We reject the safari park and embrace the jungle.
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Couldn't have said it better myself. They are so delusional, I still can't figure out how they manage to own the narrative (for now). I think there is a race on to ensure that "AI" will have us sorted into smaller and smaller data packets such that we will no longer have online 'reach'. Our ability to connect and be enlightened must be their biggest threat right now...gotta put the brakes on that PRONTO.
I used to love the TV series Logan's Run. They had their utopia in the domed city, and it was all good until it was your turn to die. Life outside the dome was harsh, dangerous, and free. But the enforcers from the city would still chase you down, trying to stamp out the very idea of freedom. I do not see much awakening going on within the masses, although I'm continually hopeful of it. The freedom decisions are really down to just the small minority of us who can still think, and are willing to act.