EYAM AND THE CORONAVIRUS

If the coronavirus has shown anything, it is the symptoms of a sick world view. In their subservience to and fear of their great god The Economy, the politicians of the so-called democratic West have already cost thousands of lives. It was very easy to stop the virus from spreading early on: close the borders and keep everyone home until all cases have been identified and treated, mobilising the army and police (after being tested for the virus) to keep people supplied. But closing the borders played into the hands of the great demon Nationalism, we were told by the Archbishops of Globalism, and keeping people off work with full pay was a blasphemy against The Economy. The Archbishops of Globalism tell us that we must all serve The Economy, with our very lives if necessary, although heretics have been spreading rumours that The Economy is a false god and was created by the Archbishops to serve themselves. Even worse were the atheistic utterings of the servants of the demon Nationalism, who claimed The Economy was not a god at all and ought to serve the people.

 

 

 

On 12th March, Archbishop Boris Johnson reassured his congregation that many more loved ones would die, especially as he elected to carry on as normal with the proviso that people displaying symptoms of the virus stay at home. A week later, he thought it might be a good idea to save the children and close the schools, as the great god The Economy seemed to have a laissez-faire approach to the virus. The Economy often works in mysterious ways. He is now thinking that maybe congregations are not such a good idea after all, but only ones where there is pleasure involved, for the Puritan servant of The Economy despises pleasure....at least in others. Congregations where The Economy is served, however, will be fine, for faith alone can save us. The sermon of 12th March was a thing of beauty though, in which much was said in such terms as only those who know the mind of The Economy could divine true meaning, and was followed in the days ahead by ones commanding that the rite of social distancing be performed.

 

This complete blundering and inaction, however, was outshone a day later, on 13th March, by the High Chaplain of France, who went into a rapture of Globalist bureaucratic vaguery and meaninglessness and declared that they were at war with the virus. Repeatedly. It probably made him feel like a man just for once, but one wonders how long he'll hold out until he surrenders. He made a bold decision though in closing the schools and universities, which meant the children and youths were safe until their parents came back from work with the virus. He closed the restaurants, which meant people were safe until they went for food in the supermarkets. He did assure the clerisy though that The Economy would be fine, stating that 'We will not allow an Economic crisis propagate' and 'Europe will react in a big way to protect its Economy!' I am sure the people of France breathed a sigh of relief safe in the knowledge that if they died, at least The Economy was safe.

 

Again, people were told to stay home, except when in service of The Economy. Even then, the French congregation were informed by the clerisy that they needed a Papal bull available to download from the internet and that members of the Inquisition known as the gendarmerie would fine anyone not having one the princely sum of €375. This sacred piece of paper gives a list of reasons why a Frenchman could possibly have left the comfort of his home. There were a few rumblings from the elderly about not being able to print out the bull due to not having the internet, but the clergy soon answered them that they could copy the contents of the holy document by hand. They did not specify where they could copy it from, and one must assume that it was the new logos, and therefore omnipresent.

 

Armed with their Papal bulls, the bourgeoisie fled Paris to their second homes in the country, as they claimed they were bored without their theatres, cafés and restaurants, although this reason did not appear on the bulls. The ignorant country folk seemed unaware that the bulls granted them divine exemption from contracting the virus and began persecuting these poor innocents with hurtful words, claiming they were spreading the disease. The Swedes, meanwhile, imposed a fine of over €1000 and possible imprisonment for anyone escaping the restrictions of movement, which meant the cosmopolitan faithful were stuck with the effects of cosmopolitanism. There were not even Papal bulls offered. Pope Soros has not commented on all these national differences in directives, but such diversity between countries must be very disturbing.

 

On 22nd March, the Minister for Health Olivier Véran claimed pregnant women had been tested for the virus and that anyone could get tested. These claims were straight out lies. Medical staff could not obtain protective masks, let alone anyone else, as the previous High Chaplain from the same seminary Francois Hollande had decided France did not need a reserve of surgical masks and sent them off to China! In mainland Europe, people were advised to keep one metre apart, with some shops even going so far as to mark lines for the queue. Rather disappointingly, many people actually needed them and yet still ignored them. Archbishop Johnson has proven himself a greater leader by upping it to two metres, proving his unswerving loyalty to the metric system. On 23rd March, he then copied the list of four reasons for leaving the home from Macron. In Austria, Sebastian Kurz announced three reasons on 21st March, for a bit of contrast, while Angela Merkel simply retreated to her bunker, like one of her predecessors.

 

 

 

The pandemic situation recalls a famous event during the Great Plague of 1665-6 and the complete difference in attitudes and mentality. The Bubonic Plague was spread to the village of Eyam in Derbyshire by fleas in the textile wares sent from London merchants. As ever, there is nothing free about free trade. There is always a price. As the visiting tailor's assistant George Vicars dried the damp bale of cloth out in front of the fire, to make clothes for Wakes Week, the dormant fleas awoke and infected Vicars, him becoming the Plague's first victim on 7th September 1665. He had unwittingly transmitted the disease throughout the village, and after several more deaths in the same horrible manner, the villagers turned to their spiritual leaders for guidance: the rector William Mompesson and the former Puritan minister Thomas Stanley. The two proper leaders also counselled maintaining a distance and held services in the open air at Cucklett Delf hollow. They also maintained the need to quarantine the whole village from the outside world. The Earl of Derbyshire regularly sent supplies that were left at the edge of the village. By the time the plague had lifted in November 1666, around 260 had died, but the neighbouring communities were saved by this act of self-sacrifice.

 

One contrasts this noble behaviour with the grabbling for the last toilet rolls today, and one is forced to contrast everything else between the two societies. If one examines the list of the dead in Eyam, one notices the same surnames recurring: names like Talbot, Thorpe, Thornley, Sydall, Rowbotham, Wilson, Torre and Morten. This was an organic community, a community held together not primarily by economics, but by blood and a shared racial unconsciousness. Their leaders had a sense of duty and responsibility, unlike today's laissez-faire faux leaders, who defer responsibility yet covet privilege at every opportunity. The liberal capitalist archbishops of The Economy preach 'Every man for himself!' and 'Consume!' in a country filled with atomised individuals and families from all over the world. And so is there any wonder when a Pakistani fills up his supermarket trolley with toilet rolls and then sells them for three times the price in his corner shop in Britain? What do the Thorpes and Talbots and Sydalls mean to him? What do the Petits, Durands and Bernards mean to an Arab or the Hubers, Richters and Schumachers to a Turk?

 

Do not be surprised when this pandemic unleashes a plague of zombies. After all, George A Romero wrote Dawn of the Dead, set in a shopping mall, as a satire on consumerism. Well, there are zombies and there are zombies. There are those of us who are dead inside and feast upon their own people and there are those who come from outside wanting to feast upon us. The question is, are our globalist clerisy letting more zombies into our already atomised communities while we are in lockdown? You know what I mean.