Simon Lincoln Reader

If you wanted to take the temperature of western civilisation, nearly two years into the dreaded ‘coof’, just to check whether we’re all wankered up enough yet, this past weekend may have been a good time to do it. What happened over the course of 72 hours reveals the duplicity, the stupidity, the arrogance and the unnecessary tragedy that defines the air bagged, risk-averse narrative. It is a spectacle that involves Joe Rogan, Rolling Stone magazine, Ivermectin, media aligned to the Democrat establishment in the US and the panicked desire to censor facts awkward to Anthony Fauci-sm.

            Firstly, about Joe Rogan: the only reason why the world’s most successful podcaster outrages the Fauci cult is because he became successful without the permission of blue check Twitter or humanities academia. Far more reasonable than 99.9% of journalists employed by the corrupted editorial policies of prestige media, Rogan has thrashed them all, continues to thrash them all – and this eats away at them like a live repeat version of the NPC wojak meme. 

One example in South Africa: in June Alec Hogg shared, to his Twitter feed, an extract of a Rogan discussion on mask mandates and the Wuhan lab origin theory. What happened next was that the data monkey and former Mail & Guardian editor (acting) Chris Roper, whose permission was definitely not sought by Rogan as he built his monumental following, attached to the tweet a veiled smear that Hogg was – by reposting entirely reasonable and uncontroversial opinions – “venturing into the alt-right jungle”. Tellingly, the main nodding correspondent to Roper’s retweet was the failed former DA chancer Phumzile Van Damme.

A week and a half ago, Rogan got the coof. A few days later he published a video in which he explained how he was treated: included in his medical plan, administered by his doctors, was Ivermectin and monoclonal antibodies – a cocktail similar to Donald Trump’s prescription last year. Immediately that sound of the late 1990’s fax machine connecting roared: Faucism was gearing up for an insulting response.

These experts on the coof, who were just last week experts on climate change and the week before that on Afghanistan, wrecked themselves over Rogan’s admissions, before lining the street with palms to welcome the world’s most tragic magazine founded by one of the world’s most awful men. Rolling Stone, who already self-immolated with a fake rape hoax some years ago, immediately leapt onto the illusion of mood (describing Ivermectin as “horse paste”), and published a fake story about a doctor’s fake claims – which it then admitted was fake…but not before Joe Biden’s media cheerleaders seized it. 

The net result of stupidity colliding with the reckless and evil pursuit of popularity is unnecessary division – but we are now way past speaking of division as though it can be something overcome. There was almost certainly important information within this spectacle: about treatment, about expression without fear of being attacked by bent scumbags like CNN’s Jim Accosta – and ultimately, about personal choice. Now, just pitchforks (with rainbow flags attached to the handles).

But sometimes to attack is to embolden. On Monday, ‘The Intercept’, owned by the world’s weirdest billionaire (hardly a fixture of the “alt-right”), secured a trove of secret documents relating to the funding of the Wuhan lab that appears to contradict – once again – claims Fauci has made in the past. If Rolling Stone went into the weekend with the objective of humiliating Fauci’s enemies, then the opposite has happened – and unless Joe Biden can find something sharpish to screw up again  – there’s about to be a whole lot more fighting.

The Taliban have painted over the mural of George Floyd in Kabul

As the vestigial tail of ‘nation building’ fizzles out, Kabul’s residents will no longer have to entertain the sight of activist-left hero / career-criminal – and his alleged last words. They have decreed that Mr. Floyd – who has hundreds if not thousands of murals and statues, er, “celebrating” him in America, Britain and certain EU countries (Belgium – obviously) – has neither relevance nor influence (not two months ago, a mural of Mr. Floyd was struck by lightning in Ohio). Mr Floyd’s death prompted waves of both spontaneous and mischievously orchestrated riots, looting and protests across the world. Race relations plummeted, and premium frauds such as Robin d’Angelo and Jack Dorsey-financed Ibram Kendi (born Henry Rogers) have sucked blood from the opportunity. The culture of defunding the police in America has led to the poorest African American communities buckling under the weight of violent crime. The role of Critical Race Theory (in its applications as a teaching methodology and a mandatory course for teachers themselves) shreds schools and parents and school-parent relationships to pieces. Yet even with its (by its own admission) primitive grasp, the Taliban decision-making body that determined Mr. Floyd hold no position in Afghani consciousness, could well have examined the world since May 2020, shaken its head, issued the paintbrushes then asked aloud: “Hans, are we the baddies?”