Some Random Thoughts on the World Situation and Why Bono Pisses Me Off

Populism used to mean something.

Well, as I mentioned would happen a couple of posts ago, the Archons have just launched into ludicrous speed.

I’m watching with interest the farmer/trucker protest in Germany at the moment. Like the Canadian truckers’ protest, “The Freedom Convoy,” and the Dutch farmers’ protest it inspired, what’s happening in Germany looks like people have had enough of globalists (the Archons to you and me) trying to organize their lives. I guess nobody wants to build back better. Good for them. Good for all of us.

In other news (literally) there’s the bizarre arrest of journalist David Menzies as he tried to get some comments from Canada’s Deputy Prime Minister, the ironically-named Chrystia Freeland. But this is no surprise for the government of Justin Trudeau, the girly man who froze the bank accounts of the Freedom Convoy and anyone who donated to them—for even as low a donation as $20. You can watch the arrest here:

You may have also heard about what’s going on in Poland. All of the details are not clear (I don’t know Polish—and don’t really trust that any of the news we get in the West is objective or honest in any way), but apparently two conservative members of the Polish government were arrested at the Presidential Palace under orders of new globalist (read: “WEF plant”) Prime Minister, Donald Tusk. You can read about it here.

For someone of my generation, this evokes memories of the harsh autocratic rule in Poland when Eastern Bloc Communism was still a thing—and which was toppled by electrician-turned union organizer, Lech Wałęsa, head of the legendary Solidarność” or Solidarity Movement. He was eventually imprisoned by the regime. This is what regimes do when their authority is on the verge of collapse—they clamp down on, persecute, and eventually arrest their political opponents on bullshit charges. Sound familiar? Usually, this is accompanied by a propaganda campaign pronouncing populism as “a danger to democracy” or the social fabric or whatever. Perhaps you are familiar with the phenomenon. Anyway, like another Eastern European dissident, Czechoslovakia’s Václav Havel, Wałęsa was later the first democratically elected president of his country. So screw you, Archons.

Anyway, the news in Poland brought me back to my youth as a Catholic working class kid in Detroit (an industrial city not unlike Wałęsa’s Gdańsk). The Detroit-area community Hamtramck used to have a sizeable first-generation Polish Catholic population—most of whom had fled Communism. In the early 1980s, I was dating a girl whose mother was from Ireland and whose father was from Poland. Her dad had been a POW during World War II after serving as a lieutenant in the Polish army at the outbreak of the war. At the time, in addition to working as a musician, I had a job delivering newspapers to convenience stores and Hamtramck was on my route. You could still hear people speaking Polish in the town—in fact, most people—and a bookshop there sold Polish-language newspapers. I’d always pick one up for my girlfriend’s dad. Today Hamtramck is primarily Middle Eastern in demographics. And this is where Bono comes in.

Bono’s band U2 was one the most important musical outfits of the post-punk era. They showed promise in their first album, 1980’s Boy, when the members were all 19 or 20, but it was their second record, October (1981) that really caught my attention. October showed how a group of working class kids could write and perform music unapologetically Christian, idealistic, anti-war, anti-violence, and pro-humanity and do it in an innovative, interesting, and relevant way. This was before they became huge; they were still playing clubs and theaters. Then they released War in early 1983.

I’ll never forget sitting in my car in January of that year with my bandmate and songwriting partner, Graham, in his parents’ driveway. I had picked him up to go to rehearsal, but the DJ on the radio had just announced that he was about to play a new single by U2. So we waited to hear it. It was “New Year’s Day,” a song about the then-imprisoned Lech Wałęsa. When the song ended, we were speechless. We had never heard music this earnest, this impassioned, this relevant, and this original. We immediately started rethinking ourselves and our place in music.

But such was not to last.

Once I got married and left the music business (though I have often come out of retirement), I didn’t pay too much attention to U2, though I’d still listen when a song of theirs played on the radio. I was especially big on later songs like “Vertigo” and “Magnificent” (which is basically a paraphrase of the Magnificat). I also more or less ignored Bono’s “activism.” I appreciated it, in a very lukewarm way, but activists tend to bug me. So ignored it (and him) for the most part.

Enter Bill Gates

I don’t recall when it happened, but I have been wary of Bill Gates and his pretentions to global dominance for a good long while. He always struck me as a creep, a sinister little douche suffering from flattening of affect and not at all human. And that was when I was in a generous mood. In fact, a few years ago a friend shared a story about his friend who was hired by the board of the BMGF to “handle” Bill (kind of like what happens with Joe Biden these days, but without dementia). Apparently, Bill is said to have remarked that “One day the world will be run by software, and I will rule software.” (PRO TIP: this might be a good time to think about the backdoor in your laptop or PC.) Then the Covid Pandemic™ hit, and the mask came off (as the masks went on for everyone else). And Gates’s mask wasn’t the only one that came off, Mr. Hewson.

I would not trust this guy with anything, let alone my health.

Now, I had heard about U2 singer Bono’s friendship with Bill Gates, but, as I’d been mostly ignoring him for most of the past twenty-five years, I hadn’t really paid all that much attention. Then I did. So let me be clear: since the early 2000s, just after 9-11, Bono has been BFFs with Bill Gates. Bill. Fucking. Gates. And it gets worse. He’s also close to Dr. Evil himself, the WEF mastermind, Klaus Schwab. Klaus. Fucking. Schwab.

Get a room already.

Now, I don’t know exactly how the man who once wrote the lyrics for “New Year’s Day,” “I Threw a Brick through a Window,” and “Pride,” who once professed a kind of radical Christianity and solidarity with the poor and the working class, was co-opted by the Archons into being the lounge singer for globalism. But it is clear that that is precisely what happened. Some say Epstein had the goods on him. I guess we’ll see soon enough. It could also be as simple and pedestrian a cause as pride, a kind of Messiah Complex which certainly pesters Bono. It could also be a kind of inebriation by being in close proximity to power. Working class people don’t belong among those ranks, even wealthy ones like Bono. As we know all too well, power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely.

My take is that, whatever happened, Bono is like the protagonist of the Gnostic Hymn of the Pearl. In that beautiful fairy-tale, the son of the king is sent into the Kingdom of Egypt in order to retrieve a pearl of great price—only he is warned to not partake of the food of the Egyptians. Otherwise, he will forget who is is and why he was sent there. In the story, the prince does, as in all fairy-tales, eat the food of the Egyptians—but eventually he receives a message from his father, reminding him both of who he truly is and why he was sent. Like the prince of the Hymn, Bono seems to have eaten the food of the Egyptians. I’m sure he received the expected follow-up message, but he seems to have deleted it.

And that’s why he pisses me off.

Another great fairy-tale about not eating forbidden food.