Nothing to Fear but Fear Porn Itself

Jump frights, propaganda, and continuous stress

My mother was a wonderful person. She meant the world to me. She was comforting and nurturing, and told me she loved me every day of my life. Multiple times. But she had one flaw. She was beset by a collection of fears that knew no bounds. She worried incessantly, and was scared of virtually everything.

I tried not to inherit her irrational set of fears. I ignored the medical books she checked out of the library, which listed all the symptoms of the most dreaded diseases. I avoided becoming the kind of hypochondriac that my brother did, and regular readers of my work know that his hypochondria wound up literally killing him. I’ve never slept normally in my life, and that was probably because she never did. And she told me too many stories of friends and relatives who went to sleep and never woke up. That has a frightening impact on a child. It’s probably the main reason I still struggle to get even 4-5 hours of sleep a night. And that is always broken up. I’ve slept through the night perhaps a handful of times in my entire life.

As a small child, I lived through the Cuban Missile Crisis. I helped stock the shelves in our ridiculous “bomb shelter” in the basement, which didn’t even have a door. I heard the panic in the newscasters’ voices as I walked by the television set. I knew both of my parents were frightened, and my father never seemed afraid of anything. Not knowing exactly what could happen if a nuclear bomb was dropped on us, I could only guess that it would be pretty awful, and hope that our modest supply of food and water in the basement would allow us to survive.

As a Catholic, I was also mortified over the prospect of the end of the world. The priests talked about that a lot in those days. When you’re a little kid, you don’t want life to end yet. I’d barely started living. I looked up in the sky way too often, imagining one of the “signs” that the Church assured me we would see when the Second Coming was imminent. I’d notice something “funny” about the sun. I’d tremble at an odd looking sunset. I had numerous end of the world dreams, where I really would see strange signs in the sky. I still have them occasionally. Ironically, I now find myself in what truly seems like it is the End Times, and it’s almost something to be desired.

My heart would skip a beat as a child, when a mention was made on television about an asteroid that was coming perilously close to Earth. The announcer’s ominous tone suggested that this time, it might just be a possibility, although they also usually curiously wore a slight smile as they reported it. I would remember the date of the potential asteroid impact, and be particularly nervous that day. What would it feel like? Living on the east coast, would I suddenly be swept away by a giant tidal wave? And again, my dreams sometimes included visions of a giant wave approaching a shore I was standing on.

So I had plenty of fear inside me already. I don’t need a state controlled media to stoke it. And I stopped watching any television news after Tucker Carlson was fired. I hadn’t watched it for many years before tuning in to him every night. But I’m aware of the fear porn. It’s always there, in the air like one of their viruses. And far more real than “COVID-19.” The threat of World War III has subsided. Last year, especially, both the normies and many of the awake were on the edge of their seats every day, speculating that the bombs were going to start falling. I recall discussing this almost every week on Jeff Rense, my own “I Protest” show, and on “America Unplugged” with Billy Ray Valentine and Tony Arterburn.

It took me years to process it, but the asteroid never hits. The end of the world never comes. World War III, despite the best predictions of many in the alt media world, doesn’t look like it’s coming, either. But “COVID” did come. And no fire and brimstone preacher ever was as dire and dramatic as every single “journalist” and every political leader was, in selling the Greatest Psyop in the History of the World. Overnight, the entire world seemed transformed into the kind of terrified Catholic preschooler I’d been sixty years earlier. I’m sure I would have bought the “COVID” narrative hook, line, and sinker as a youngster. Almost certainly would have developed the disease. Would have been lucky to survive my own nervous impulses.

In the centuries past, human beings had a lot of things to legitimately fear. The slew of childhood maladies that took the lives of so many little boys and girls. Rare was a family that hadn’t been ravaged by the tragic deaths of one or more of their offspring. Forgotten diseases like consumption, which was a leading killer of adults before cancer supplanted it. And, of course, cancer became perhaps the primary symbol of fear in America during the twentieth century. It’s still pretty powerful, what with our vaunted medical system having made so little progress in combatting it, but it’s taken a backseat to “COVID,” the Virus That Will Not Go Away.

The same corrupt organs of our crumbling society are now prepping the huddled masses for Round 2 of this incredible psyop. Yet another dangerous “variant” is said to be on the way. Forget all that “science” about viruses coming in the fall, and burning out in the heat. This virus does whatever the hell it wants. If it feels like producing another of its nonstop “variants,” then it will do it. Doesn’t matter what time of year it is, or what the temperature is. It’s a Climate Change thing, you wouldn’t understand. These things are all tied together. The dancing nurses prove that. They once danced for “COVID,” now they’re dancing for Climate Change. If only they could find some to dance for 9/11 Truth. Or free speech.

In the 1910s, our grandparents and great-grandparents were taught to fear the dreaded “Hun.” And they already had the likes of diptheria to contend with, which killed a couple of my toddler aunts, and almost took the life of my father as a youngster. Then the Great Depression. Financially ruined people jumping out of windows. Bread and soup lines. And the heroic FDR to the rescue, telling the trembling riff raff that they had nothing to fear but “fear itself.” But as they struggled with massive unemployment, Americans suddenly were inundated with fear porn about a failed German painter with a curious little mustache. Hitler became analogous to cancer in the minds of the now perpetually frightened U.S. populace.

The Pearl Harbor false flag, pulled off without a hitch by Hall of Fame deep state conspirator FDR and company, added the dirty sneaky rotten Japs to the foreign hobgoblin list. The only thing the “Greatest Generation” could do was to join in the European blood bath. Those at home, the Rosie the Riveters and air wardens, planted their victory gardens and bought bonds. This was a good war. The best war. A war so grand how could anyone not love it? That’s what the Fear Porn artists told the people. And the people then, as now, always listen to the Fear Porn artists. Never question. Just fear. Fear bigly, as Donald Trump would say.

After we dropped the bomb on those dirty sneaky rotten Japs, already defeated as they were, the Fear Porn artists switched deftly from the diabolical Hitler and the Japs, to the “Reds” and “Commies” in the Soviet Union. Who had just been our trusted ally during the recent war. The Greatest War of Them All. But now, as Bob Dylan would later write, the Russians no longer had God on their side. “Uncle Joe” wasn’t so humble and lovable now, as would happen with future CIA assets like Saddam Hussein, and Osama Bin Laden. Just as Orwell described in 1984. Oceana had always been at war with Eurasia. Oceana had always been friends with Eurasia.

I missed the “Duck and Cover” drills by a few years, but when very young I still felt the ominous prospect of something horrific raining down out of the sky. I assumed it might blow me up, or perhaps turn me into one of those radioactive creatures from a 1950s sci-fi film. At least that might wind up having some benefits. So I looked up, for asteroids, end of the world signs, a nuclear bomb, or for a UFO- I didn’t really fear them, but desperately wanted to see one. Alas, I never have. But I also saw no asteroids, or nuclear bombs, or end of the world signs.

It seems as if we’ve been under the threat of some kind of cataclysmic event now for almost a century. I certainly don’t fall for any of their fear porn at this point. Climate Change? Don’t make me laugh. Sure, I once feared air and water pollution. I like to breathe and drink as much as anyone. It was kind of scary to think we were making the water undrinkable. I didn’t understand yet that they’d started poisoning the water supply with fluoride when I was very small. Thankfully, the new industries of bottled water and filtration systems filled that gap. Capitalism and the blessed marketplace at work. You want clean water? Pay up! There’s no such thing as a free drink!

So, even though I am still awash with trepidation over too many things, I don’t fear the Fear Porn artists. Millions of Americans, I guess, incomprehensibly fear the specter of “White Supremacy.” White Americans. As Bob Dylan said, in another song, “Wowee. Pretty scary.” I certainly don’t fear their latest foreign bogeyman, Vladimir Putin. On the contrary, he seems more reasonable than our putrid politicians. Any more than I feared “terrorists,” back when they existed. The one good thing about the COVID psyop is that it appears to have killed off “terrorism” more effectively than all the neocons could ever have dreamed of. Who has time for Al Qaeda, or Isis, or the Taliban, when there’s “COVID” to worry about?

It appears as if “COVID” has now supplanted all previous psyops, false flags, and hobgoblins. What can asteroids, terrorists, or World War III give you that “COVID” can’t? This is the first psyop that truly impacts everyone. Not the “virus.” They still haven’t bothered to prove that exists by isolating the strain. The Fear Porn that comes with it. What other fear made the people mask up? Stop hugging, kissing, and visiting the grandparents? Submit to an inadequately tested “warp speed” vaccine that has been shown dramatically not to work? How many “boosters” will they take before pausing to think? How many “variants,” with the ridiculous names they normally give to unconstitutional military actions, will they believe in?

While millions have no real faith in God, they devoutly follow “Science,” and consider the “COVID” protocols akin to the Immaculate Conception. Which, of course, they scoff at. Liberals used to joke about how all you had to do to win on the old show The Ted Mack Amateur Hour was to sing the song I Believe, which celebrates the glory of God. Today, all “science” has to do in order to shepherd its flock is to issue a decree, any decree, no matter how contrary it is to previous inviolate decrees, and watch its congregation step in line. It’s like they’re all singing I Believe, but it certainly isn’t God they believe in. They believe in the holy Deep State.

Again, we already have more than enough fear in everyday living. If you get old enough, you think about heart attacks. Dropping dead suddenly. I learned that fear as a kid, when some other kid’s father would drop dead. And now, thanks to the vaccine, you have to worry about your child having a heart attack, too. Or a long lingering illness, especially cancer. So many types to choose from. Most very painful. Is it better to wither away, or to just leave this world without any warning? If you’re married to a pretty woman, you fear other men. Adultery. If you’re a parent, you fear something bad happening to your child. If you’re in the 80 percent of the population that is losing under our rigged economic system, you fear financial devastation. Homelessness.

Even before your child is born, you fear that it will be cursed with Down syndrome, or some other form of mental or physical challenge. Increasingly, every parent now has to worry if their baby will be born on the autism “spectrum.” The one that didn’t exist fifty years ago. I used to run a youth soccer program for handicapped children, and it was sobering to realize that some parents must deal with problems most mothers and fathers can’t begin to comprehend. I still think about the parents I met who had triplets, all of them with significant developmental delays. So there can be plenty to fear in everyday life. I never really feared being fired, and I was five years ago. In this economy, millions of workers have to fear outsourcing, downsizing, and layoffs.

What I do fear now is that these evil tyrants will take the next step, and start rounding people like me up. Herding us into cattle cars. Locking us up in those FEMA camps. I don’t want to be in a FEMA camp, but I can’t stop telling the truth. Or pointing out all their lies, and nonstop crimes and corruption. They’ve copied much of Winston Smith’s world. Will we be sent to a Room 101? The place where our greatest fears are played out? With all the fears I have, they’d probably have a tough choice. This isn’t science fiction any more. Every one of us is a Thought Criminal, even if they choose to call it something else- “Hate Speech.”

Some fear is good. I used to tell my kids that it’s wise to avoid potential danger- we should be scared of being assaulted, or carjacked, or raped. Having a healthy fear of wild animals stops us from leaping the fence at the zoo. White people, especially, love risk taking, often for the sake of it. You won’t catch me skydiving or bungee jumping any time soon. Or going on a rollercoaster that subjects you to sudden bursts of speed that don’t happen in astronaut training. I think we should be scared of that kind of thing, but to each his own. If you’re in Mexico, fear drinking the water. If you’re in America, fear drinking unfiltered water.

Really, we are bombarded with fearful messaging and imagery everywhere. Consider what a child thinks of bumper stickers like “Shit happens, and then you die.” If even our family members hesitate to offer comfort and encouragement, what would we expect our out of control government, or soulless corporations to do? Another gem is “you come into this world alone, and you go out of it alone.” Damn, that’s cold. I love John Lennon, but his biggest hit, Imagine, was about as bleak an assessment of life as there could be. And yet millions “related” to its celebration of a world with no God and no heaven. Pull the plug. Take no “extra measures.” It’s an anti-life world.

I’ve been talking about the fear that the average, middle-class American is subject to. I can’t pretend to know the fears that a crack baby, or a kid being raised in the inner city by a single mother who is seldom there, must feel. Every time you step outside, the possibility of a drive-by shooting. The potential for any encounter with our glorious law enforcement officers to turn violent, or even fatal. Or the fear a homeless adult, living alone, perhaps with substance abuse issues, rejected by what family they have, must encounter on the mean streets that sometimes now are paved with human excrement. Life can be hard enough for someone who on the surface seems to be doing well, but to be facing all this fear, all this corruption, entirely by yourself?

When we alter our conscience with alcohol or drugs, we’re removing our inhibitions. In other words, our fears. For males of my generation, that made it so much easier to relax and talk to girls. A cigarette dangling from your mouth helped, too. And to sleep, many of us need help there as well. Again, to stop thinking about all our problems. All our fears. Sleeping pills were all the rage throughout much of the twentieth century. Ambien is there now, for that purpose, but many of us opt for natural substances. Like many others, I prefer melatonin. We’re too old for someone to calm our fears by singing lullabies and rocking us to sleep.

Fear is so ingrained in our lives that it seems perfectly natural. Fear is at the heart of depression and anxiety, which plagues so many of us. How many millions today can’t cope with everyday existence without some kind of antidepressant drug? Soma, as Aldous Huxley called it. Are we depressed about getting old, about our children leaving the nest, about possibly developing dementia, or are we simply scared? Those are very reasonable fears. And yet some of us, especially the young, need a fear fix. They go to horror movies. They pay to be frightened. Halloween is a holiday that glorifies the darkest elements. Its foundation is fear. Speeding. Alcohol. Drugs. Attempts to get that perfect “high.” So that our fears no longer bother us.

So here comes “COVID” once more. A combination Hitler/Dracula but completely invisible. If you weren’t scared enough already by all the things I’ve mentioned here, get ready for the eugenicist’s favorite scourge; back again for a command performance. Think Friday the 13th Part 2. Will this be a regular thing now, “COVID” flare ups? Keep your masks ready and your social distancing warm. No one seems to want to stop the fear, or take the Fear Porn artists to task for their irresponsibility. I guess fear is good for business. It’s the fuel our world seems to run on. Courage is in short supply, but fear is plentiful. Buckle up. You could fly through the windshield at any moment. And mask up. Be in perpetual fear. Take precautions- you’re never safe.