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Act of War or of Criminal Incompetence?

Was the Covid-19 pandemic due to criminal incompetence or an act of war?

The preponderance of evidence, at this time, suggests that SARS-CoV occurred naturally. While China claims the outbreak in late 2019 occurred naturally at a “wet market”, most western experts believe that it was stored in a virology laboratory near Wuhan China after discovery in 2013. US intelligence reported safety problems with at least one of two such laboratories about a year before human infection and spread began around December 1, 2019. Chinese government officials covered up an unknown number of details and lied about others as the epidemic raged in Hubei province where 56 million people live. In January, all domestic travel in and out of Hubei was halted. Six days later, aided by the World Health Organization, all international travel was also halted.

Chinese individuals, including at least one physician, who tried to warn the rest of the world about the gravity of the situation, disappeared. Misinformation poured from government sources and the WHO. Non-governmental voices were censured. It is objectively impossible to trust any information about this issue from any source in China including, in my opinion, professional medical publications. It is inarguable that the government has launched a campaign of propaganda to, at best, try to regain stature in the international community. At worst, the intent is to further the political and socioeconomic upheaval caused by the pandemic. Intent is difficult to clarify and often has several aspects.

China either failed to contain the virus, likely by virtue of bureaucratic ineptitude, or it intended to allow its spread. The latter, as evidenced by the six day window of continued international travel, would be tantamount to an act of war.

A perfect act of war is one that is subtle, seemingly natural, and arguably accidental. It results in devastation of enemies far and near. Such an act would bring no immediate military response, no critical resolution from the United Nations, and no harmonious chorus of condemnation. Victim countries would be torn by between those who see the infection as a hostile act and apologists that promote the perpetrator’s propaganda. If a dominant fraction of apologist media exists, public support of the notion that this was an act of war may never rise above a murmur.

What would China gain by release of virus worldwide? For one, while it harmed their internal economy, it has created for them an economic explosion of exports, both legal and blackmarket. They are selling products to affected countries faster than they can be produced at prepaid prices that approach astronomical. As a result, these countries go deeper into debt to make these purchases. Viral containment efforts in most western nations have resulted in economic contraction and widespread unemployment unlike any period in almost a hundred years. With much lower tax revenue and profligate bailouts, the budget deficit of the US, for example, from April 1, 2020 to March 31, 2021 could exceed four trillion dollars. It is plausible—a notion voiced by Senator Tom Cotton—that China didn’t want to be the only country to suffer economically and found it preferable that the world suffer with it. Again, it is almost impossible to have certainty about intent.

Economic collapse is typically followed by political chaos. Chaos creates opportunity for hegemony. Wars are fought to expand territory, control, power and/or influence. Every objective observer of history knows this.

The failure to contain international travel, the pervasive obfuscation and mendacity, the governmental culture of dominance, still cannot confirm that this was an act of war. If not, however, it was an act of genocide, a crime against humanity, and criminal negligence for which China owes every country in the world recompense. Their intent is irrelevant with respect to their debt to all.

Keeping  with the China theme, there is a Karma in life. In striving for the yang of the cheapest source, we reaped the yin of a decimated capacity of US manufacturing, making us dependent on others, including hostile powers. For the yang of shared commerce, we harvest the yin of cowering in place from yet another Chinese virus and panicking over toilet paper while simpering politicians dismantle our own economy.

The US recently became energy independent from the mideast. At the very least, this second (or third?) epidemic from China should serve as notice that it is time to be independent from them in every way. But first, don’t forget that they owe us trillions of dollars in damages suffered by us from their criminal attack.

Big Government is not new. Pharaoh Moans

Pharaoh Moans
Or How To Attract Dysfunction.

Chapter One
Big Government

Circa 4,000 years ago a Pharaoh planned to travel from Luxor to Quseir, only accessible by an overland route from the Nile Valley to the Red Sea of almost one hundred miles. He had two hundred Jewish slaves to carry him, his wives, children and his personal slave, Fawks, in their residence on their shoulders over the dirt and stone road. A hundred slaves could carry this load at two miles per hour but each one could work for about an hour before they needed a break. A hundred replacements traded duty for twelve hours of travel per day. It would take about four days to make the trip.
Near the end of the first day, the pharaoh’s family wanted food prepared, so six slaves were taken from the contingent, placed in residence to cook and serve.
It was hot, so they wanted a bath and fans and people to operate them, so four more Hebrews went into the residence along with tubs of water and palm fronds. (The Pharaoh made certain that all those removed from the arduous work were members of Slave Empowerment Intranational Union or SEIU.)
They needed their beds made, the house cleaned, the honey pots emptied and cleaned, insects removed. Being desert, sand was everywhere so half a dozen bodies were added.
A four day trip is boring, so they needed entertainment. “More Jews!” the children cried and more were added so they could watch plays one after another after another.
The royals complained that the trip was too bumpy. The slave masters regulated how the bearers were to walk, their cadence and stride and also where they could step.
The grapes were soft, so a contingent of runners was sent back for fresh fruit.
These changes all resulted in a loss of speed to one mile per hour or less. The masters then created incentives. The slaves would be able to eat if they increased the speed back to two miles per hour. Otherwise they would miss their ration. They cut the rest periods and increased the work shift to keep one hundred under the house but the speed barely increased.
By the third day they were still short of halfway. One of the Egyptian masters pointed out to the Pharaoh that the additional weight coupled with fewer workers was slowing the procession. He was demoted to slave.
On the fourth day, despite increasing the carrying period to fifteen hours per day, it was clear they were not going to arrive at the resort that day or possibly even the next. The young children were ornery, the wives disgruntled and the pharaoh irritated. “I have a new game,” he said. “It’s called Stomp. On the count of three, everyone jumps up as high they can then hits the floor as loud as possible with their feet.”
“But won’t that bother the carriers?” Fawks, asked.
“What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger,” he said. “Besides, I’m the Pharaoh and I do what I want.”
He counted to three. When almost everyone jumped up, the carriers bowed and winced in pain. When they hit, the carriers could not bear the load and the platform fell, crushing those beneath.

Chapter Two
Making Sense of it All

The Pharaoh’s legs were broken. Fawks, also injured, said, “It appears that supporting more with fewer was a catastrophe.”
“According to my economic adviser, Canes, adding more to the platform should have accelerated our progress. So, slave, if you had a college education, you would not make such a stupid conclusion.”
Fawks scratched his head in disbelief, looked over the destruction and asked, “Is it right to have no checks on your power? When you have a whim, it hurts so many.”
“Silence, slave. I know best. Besides, it wasn’t my fault. It was clearly poor engineering and flawed construction by non-union slaves. And you, Fawks, probably had a role in this as well.”
The Pharaoh’s eldest son, a teenager and unhurt, clambered through the devastation. “I need my surgeon,” Pharaoh moaned.
“He’s back in Thebes,” his son answered. “Your regulations forbade him to leave the palace.”
“Where I am IS the palace!”
“Not by what is written in your law, the Aristocratic Care Act.”
“Then find another doctor!”
“The ACA has performance metrics. Because you are a high risk, I doubt any one will care for you because if the outcome is poor, it will be published, they might not be paid and could lose their position in the organization.”
“I’ll grant them amnesty. The pain is killing me. I need help! Get those slaves over there to carry me.” He pointed.
“They’ll be carrying me. The ACA utilization panel made the rule that if someone breaks both legs in the middle of the desert, we don’t waste resources on them.” He smiled.
“Then I’ll change the ACA. I have a pen. Or I had one. Fawks, where is my pen?”
“Somewhere in the rubble of your foolishness, your Highness.”
“Silence, Fawks!”
“Fawks provides a unique perspective, don’t you agree, dad? Anyway, if you can’t walk, I guess we’ll leave you out here in desolation.”
“I’ll pay half my fortune to anyone who will get me out of here,” the Pharaoh screamed at the top of his lungs.
“Remember the Frankendawd law you passed, the one to make the financial markets more honest? Well, you can’t liberate the royal fortune just like that. Besides,” the son laughed loud, “the treasure will soon be mine.”
“You can’t do this to me. When the people learn of this, they will revolt.”
“The news papyrus industry supports the Pharaocracy. It shall report only what I want the people to know. Which is that you died of a head injury. So, dad, have a nice eternity deep inside the pyramid.” The son lifted a rock and seconds later was the leader of all Egypt.

Story reported by Fawks.
To Joe Perry