Baseliners

1/3 How the war was won.

Nov 15, 2021

First in a triptych:

It didn't take that long for people to get hooked on the new slogans, which were timed to cover the climbing excess deaths. Then the Masters twisted the hollow, insane slogans and repackaged the grief of the deaths into a weird, sacrificial reverie. People lapped it up like the virtue signalling equivalent of Munchausen’s-by-proxy.

To think that there could be an even deeper level to it all.

Meat consumption must go down to save the planet! Meat consumption must stop!

They were the headline slogans.

Rent-a-crowds on TV screamed them out of the screen to the faces bathed in its light. Tracing Orwell, “MEAT” became synonymous with “HATE”.

Plant-based everything just exploded. The profit margins were massive, as you'd expect, and no one really had a choice so the markets went back up from their induced collapse as all these firms floated and “succeeded”. There was no competition; it was all just a multi-brand front for a handful of players, as always. The CEOs of these extra-national corporations held the ear of governments like Grimer Wormtongue in Rohan; like they always had done.

Cocky teenagers shouted “BEAT MEAT!” in time with that self-righteous pseud from that sell-out band, Kaiser something, who jumped around like a Fed dressed trendy to infiltrate Spring Break… “BEAT MEAT! BEAT MEAT!”, they screamed, all thinking they were “smart” and ironic, when really they were just too dumb to realise that they were unwittingly hypnotised by The Man all along. Their prancing on-stage leader was nothing more than a shill in tartan Doc Martens. The Man always had the best shit, though. This stuff “really worked,” said the fabricated efficacy reports that were sponsored and approved by the Masters. Stuff so good it was worth selling one's soul for.

The curse of the young is that they live in the present until it's too late to see the future, for it is already the past.

Sarah @Sa32689038

@KaiserChiefs I was a fan of yours until this very moment. #cult

Even though the data feeds had all been cut off and the data remnants had been made as useless as VAERS and Yellow Card numbers always were, there just wasn't a single person who wasn't connected in every direction to people sick or injured or dead, when they shouldn't be by virtue of age or prior health. People talked about the losses but not the causes, like the papers and TV told them to. People learned the slogans from the media, and they learned exactly how far to think and what not to say. They could only see as far as the light from the screen. The world beyond faded through shadows into black.

The naturals knew, as they always had known. That was why they remained natural. They didn't adopt the slogans and stood proud, and that's why they were disappeared. In the camps they were made to kneel and crawl as always. Pride can be diminished by cages and time.

Then the illogic turned.

But it's meat that eats meat.

They put that slogan out there for a couple of weeks. On its own, it was too abstract for many to fully comprehend at first, even though they were already so far along the road to hell. Then the slogan’s reinforcement came via some thinly veiled output from stooge economists on intellectual news shows and in The Economist and The Spectator. These shills dressed up the crux of this latest “meat eats meat” slogan as a complex demand-side problem so that people could feel “clever” and righteous by association as they parroted it without understanding. But to stay clever, they had to agree with the slogan’s extreme corollary, which they didn't at first fathom because they weren’t really clever.

“The threat of meat-eating to the planet is a demand-side problem,”, parroted the middle classes, claiming moral and intellectual superiority by copying the TV.

Fashion magazines ran covers of ambiguous, striking models naked, painted in blood and draped in all manner of animal skins from bears and tigers to pigs and cows. Each model was like a guest at a sickening Lord of the Flies fancy dress party.

Influencers all over the world “coincidentally” simultaneously started the same campaign of selfies in animal masks and with a heart painted in blood on their chests. No one knew who started it.

Like always, people pretended that it was their independent idea and opinion, and that they themselves had arrived at the economic rationalisation for the greater good. They said they'd heard/seen/done the analysis, but there was no analysis.

“MEAT EATS MEAT!”, chanted the scared working classes. They had largely stopped eating real meat due to the radical prices and shelf space given over to synth - a blend of soy, Quorn and other “plant based” engineering whose ingredients were only described via impenetrable, proprietary trademarks like ChloroProtein and VeggieBite.

The real working classes didn't chant at all because they were naturals and were disappeared by the Collectors. The unnaturals had no idea what the naturals were allowed to eat once they disappeared and didn't care. “Nothing” was all they deserved, according to Noam Chomsky, who had finally revealed his true nature.

Then they closed the loop of illogic.

Stop the meat that does the eating.

Once that slogan was released, that was carte blanch to stop medical treatment for anyone, natural or unnatural, over 50 except for acute A&E-type care. No chronic conditions, no cancer, nothing. Health care overload was the excuse used to reinforce the slogan but the hospitals were kept empty, even on skeleton staff.

Then the deeper insanity kicked in. All levels of community from families outwards began to see death of the meat-eating “meat” as a virtuous self-sacrifice for the greater good. Therefore the withdrawal of health care from the old unnaturals was “the right and only thing to do.” Old unnaturals were caught between age, the lingering and persistent side effects of the endless boosters and basic malnutrition that, all combined, stopped them recovering from anything or brought on other ills that accumulated quickly and were ignored. The remaining young unnaturals virtue-signalled by way of grief top trumps. They boasted about how many sacrifices for the greater good they knew of, when they should have wept for the dimming of humanity and the loss of love.

They couldn't cope with the logical questions though. That was the fastest way to shut them down. Most mentally short circuited when they were asked to make coherent, joined up sense of the slogans.

The bodies, old or young - all of whom were unnatural by this point - were all cremated nd no one added 1 and 1 or batted an eyelid at the skyrocketing carbon footprint of the crematoriums. Global average lifespans started plummeting but the data graphs didn't exist anymore so people didn’t know it was happening at scale. The official memory hole had a vacuum cleaner running at full power bolted on to it, hoovering up numbers and memories and sense and morals and ethics.

Then the insurgency surfaced, but it had begun well before the Collectors were recruited or arrived at the houses and the spaces.

The Baseliners were the finest fighters the world has ever seen. They were the healthiest of us, which is why their sacrifice and leadership was so great. They were their only weapon. No guns or knives. A Baseliner captured in as much detail as possible their own pre- and post-jab health status in all forms. They also collected video and audio of their lives and the people in them and the extremes that people around them went to, ranting the slogans, shouting hate, bullying the naturals and so on. The worst, or best, Baseliners had masses of footage of collective insanity at every level in society.

Once a Baseliner became sick from the gene therapy and went to court with their Baselined medical evidence for their fundamental claims of jab-induced damage, each one released their records and recordings containing evidence of the societal madness. Baseliners dropped their truth bombs in court with a body count of one. . White hat hackers digitally amplified the evidence of harm via the web, live streaming and mass releases embedded in crypto contracts inspired by John McAfee. Networks became flooded with each Baseliner’s personal archives of their gene therapy induced death spiral and the fanatical, nonsensical madness of the unnaturals all around them.

Baseliners were prepared to, had to burn friends and family in their dedication to their cause of fighting for what they defined as the greatest good. They filmed the insanity and inhumanity of unnaturals at weddings and funerals and birthday parties as they mindlessly repeated the phrases for “the greater good”: that poisonous, undefined label that was a tool only of the Masters, which they had seeded in humanity's mind as a meaningless slogan.

The System didn't even know the insurgency was happening. Once the first Baseliners came out in public and headed to court, sickly but with armfuls of their own medical records since birth and through the jabs, it was already too late. No one knew who would be a Baseliner because they could be any one or every one of the unnaturals. The unnaturals were in a majority of billions and there was no way for the system to spot a Baseliner because they undertook their critical work unseen.

The system wielded disproportionate power and control over the globe because it had driven, lured and suckered the uneducated masses into dependency upon the digital network. The Baseliners simply abandoned it and stepped away from the Internet of Things and thus their strategy and tactics became unknowable.

The Baseliners knew enough about the system’s reach, intent and hubris to understand that traditional fieldcraft of hard copy documents, face-to-face appointments, and private, offline medical records were the hardest things to find and trace using digital surveillance. Facial recognition couldn’t reveal, pick out or flag anything that lay below the surface - someone’s knowledge, belief, emotion or cause - and was hampered by the system’s own useless, proofless mask mandates. To locate a mask-wearing citizen who, in place of a mobile phone, occasionally shuttled a sheaf of medical papers from their private medical appointment to their growing pile of evidence required global stop and search capabilities that did not exist, anywhere on the planet.

Once a Baseliner had fully established the evidence of their immaculate health, they then infiltrated the unnaturals by simply doing what the system wanted them to do: wait in line like a good natural for the endless, unaspirated injections.

At first the system didn’t know what it didn’t know, and this was what these asymmetric warriors exploited. They hid in the shadows of meatspace, parts of which still lay beyond the reach of the system. So focussed was it on its own doctrine of Full Spectrum Dominance, it overlooked key bands in the visible and physical spectra so the Baseliners hid in plain sight, infiltrated the unnaturals and waited for their health to implode.

What set the Baseliners apart was their real field- and tradecraft, their air-gapped records and their personal Baselines, combined with patience, discipline and their conscious ultimate sacrifice. They were so committed as to be entirely self-contained. They executed their personal and hive-mind plan without the knowledge or help of anyone who knew them. They were Cassandra and the Moros combined. Prescient and prophetic, with knowledge of their own certain deaths, they had worked out how to turn their twin curses against the system but not against society.

By contrast, the gullible, virtue signalling masses didn't even think about any Baseline - never mind their own - and hadn't even realised that their irreversible sacrifices were meaningless. Without a Baseline, the cause of their deaths could just be invented by the National Biosafe Service, in whose headquarters a memory hole took pride of place but lay under the control of the corporatocracy.

The Baseliners were such great, selfless warriors - such great leaders - that they knew the world of men was burning while the world of Nature was cooling and all their relationships were ammunition in their terminal fight: necessary collateral damage that only they endured.

Irrefutable evidence connected the gene therapies to each Baseliner’s public prophecies of their own failing health and impending death, which experts, the judiciary and even juries stacked with the coerced, co-opted and vested interests of lay unnaturals could not deny or ignore. The Masters’ masks had long since slipped. To deny each barrage of factual causal evidence was to tell all of the unnaturals, in no uncertain terms, what the unnaturals truly were: duped, dosed, useless eaters marked for artificially induced, premature extinction to make way for the next stage of the published plans. The plans that only had room for half a billion oxen with permanently reduced lifespans, like their Georgia Guidestones still said.

Even the system, powerful though it was, could not physically police and contain major uprisings in the unnatural population, for they were almost everyone. The Australian natural skirmishes would be nothing compared to what could be unleashed if the unnaturals were woken from dreams to find themselves in a living nightmare. The unnaturals were the troops, the police, the medics, the sysadmins, the corporate media technicians and talking heads; they were the entire labour force, supply chain and all of the demand; they were the all the nodes through which the money flowed from the Central Banks and back to the masters. So the Baseliners’ strategy presented the system with its own Catch-22: recognise each Baseliner’s evidence-based case and deal with it transparently through the legal system; or deny them illegitimately, reveal the hellish delusion too early and awaken the global mob.

Containment and delay tactics were the system’s only counter and would need to last for at least 5 years in order for the jabs’ full spectrum of latent morbidity to cripple the unnaturals’ ability to physically fight. By the time the need for that countermove occurred to the system and the masters, Baseliner threat quantification presented itself as another unknown variable. The system simply didn’t know how many Baseliners existed at any given point so it couldn’t size or locate that threat and started wasting resources planning myriad, variable-scale, hard and soft counters all over the globe. Also, continued pursuit of its own goal of “total global dosing” made every single one of the remaining 2 billion naturals another potential Baseliner. To continue to dose them was to radicalise and recruit even more of one's own most fearsome enemy.

At this point, the very idea of a Baseline became an ethereal weapon that spread throughout the globe - just like the virus itself - with variable speed and unstoppable force, such is the strength of an idea. A Baseline became the desired form of life insurance for all of the remaining naturals. Unnaturals began to awaken to feelings of fatalistic spite and understood that even their late Baselines and class actions opened a second front that would hamstring the system and sap it of resources and capacity. Therefore, once known the idea could not become unknown without the masters having to literally destroy all meaningful vestiges of humanity in an attempt to erase the Baseline from history. This was beyond the capabilities of any and all memory holes. Nukes were never an option. There simply wasn’t a way, then, to delete ideas from the minds of predators or prey. That was part of the master's plan, but it was so far down the line that the system could not sustain the necessary war of attrition to make it to that goal with sufficient resources and infrastructure intact. Afghanistan was the self-evident proof of this.

But this was not the sum total of the Baseliners’ strategy.

The corporatocracy had failed to understand the chimeric power that Cassandra and Moros wielded in battle together. The sovereign, unmasked Baseliner who knew the time of their death was capable of liquidating their assets and demanding their money from the system. This power transcended their death and could be enacted through their will. Irrespective of their ties to the mortal world, each Baseliner undertook to liquidate their assets, withdraw the physical cash and then destroy it. These instructions persisted in their wills and were entrusted to their executors if they themselves left the task incomplete. By this means, each and every Baseliner displayed to the world the truest form of integrity and dedication to the greatest good.

Knoweldge of The Burn quickly spread amongst naturals and unnaturals alike. There was no way the system, on a global basis, could enact mass confiscation of all assets and stop such bleeding without again triggering either uprising or total collapse. Markets showed stress. Every liquidation was more than a microrun on a bank, for Baseliners were spread throughout society and could have any amount of wealth, which could only be estimated as each one presented themselves. A single Burn of a middle class Baseliner could run to millions of pounds when one totalled property, financial assets and pension holdings. If the Baseliner was a business owner, there was an even more devastating second order effect as the damage spread from the immediate personal sphere and a bank to society and multiple institutions. Every sleeper cell's shockwave was magnified by initial anonymity and bankruptcy, which gave them creative destructive power in how they went about their own financial tear downs. People generally realised that abandoning the ballot box in favour of the cash machine was the simplest and most immediate way to manifest democratic power. So a systemic, deflationary tsunami was the backstop of the Baseliners’ plan. The awakening, spiteful unnaturals came to realise that they, their families and friends faced the same fate of impending, early death and began to embrace the same, nihilistic objective. Destitution would not last forever thanks to the now recognised deleterious gene therapies that sullied most of the world.

Christopher Nolan's comic book chef d'ouevre, The Dark Knight, was co-opted and turned on its head. Heath Ledger's Joker was elevated and embraced as the idealistic hero who harnessed tools of nihilism and anarchy to achieve true freedom. Bruce Wayne and Batman became the materialistic face and symbol of the cruel, dark schizophrenic masters replete with mask, lair and endless resources. Memes abounded that hammered home the contrast more powerfully and literally than the masters’ confected, nonsensical fear slogans.

The strap line “Baseliners want you to watch Wayne's world burn” worked on more than one level and drew in the Wayne's World crowd then connected to the Clown World concept.

Pandora's box had been fully opened and in it was found chaos theory's proof made flesh.

There was not the time to implement the laws and Central Bank Digital Currencies via which the Masters could salvage anything that looked to them like victory. Nor were there willing slaves whose acceptance of such laws and use of CBDCs were essential for the Masters to maintain their control and position.

Thus, in life and in death Baseliners unleashed the most devastating form of Mutually Assurred Destruction against the system and its corporatocratic masters, while simultaneously delivering Rome back into the hands of the people.

Baseliners were a battalion of guerrillas worthy of Colonel Kurtz who won the war and saved the world. They made themselves the only true mirrors in which all of humanity’s warps became visible.

Because of their integrity they were the ones whom we all wanted to lead us after their victory, onwards through the Re-Baselining of Normality and beyond.

But they were all gone because only they had the selfless integrity that real leaders should have.

But because their integrity died with them, no one of equal integrity ever took control of the memory holes.

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