Men Go Mad In Herds: Covid Is Over – It’s Time to Move On.

By Jorg Probst. Featured Artist Ludwig Meidner.

After two years, I declare Covid over, at least for me. It’s time to move on. 

Over the last two years, I dedicated many hours reading, researching, and writing on my own blog about Covid. I sensed that something was going horribly wrong in our society. I simply had to speak out against the obvious lies and deceit, the inhumanity and injustice that governments with the full and unquestioned support of the media have been inflicting on each and every one of us.

But enough is enough. After spending two years of my life trying to understand and analyze what I soon recognized as some form of mass psychosis, it’s time to leave this ridiculous Covid nonsense behind me as much as I can. I refuse to be consumed by it any longer.

I am satisfied that overall the Covid narrative is very slowly shifting, even in the mainstream media.

It’s almost comical to observe how history is carefully being re-written by and for those who have so much to answer for.

The truth behind the big Covid fraud is very slowly bubbling to the surface, and I’m reminded of a sentence Charles Mackay wrote in his 1841 book Extraordinary Popular Delusions and the Madness of Crowds:

Men, it has been well said, think in herds; it will be seen that they go mad in herds, while they only recover their senses slowly, and one by one.

I want to write about what I have learned about myself, others, and the world in general over the last two years.

I have learned that few people are on a truth-seeking path.

Most people are content to simply be part of a compliant majority. Most people are dutifully fulfilling their role as obedient consumers and are happy to suckle at the teets of the nanny state rather than take responsibility for their own lives. Unconditional blind faith in government and the media all the way.

But why? That was always the big question for me – why? How can so many highly intelligent people just believe in such utter nonsense, with few or no questions about even the most obvious absurdities our governments have committed?

That this Covid madness was some kind of mass psychosis, a cult even, was clear to me by about mid-2020. 

Every one of C.J. Hopkins’ essays expressed best what I was feeling and thinking and trying to grasp. But that didn’t explain to me how and why this madness has enveloped us. 

Maybe psychology professor Mattias Desmet from Belgium is right. He says Covid is an example of a “mass formation”, a “mass hypnosis”, and says this happened because our societies and cultures were already fundamentally sick before Covid. In other words, the conditions for such a mass formation were right.

Over the last two years we seem to have already slipped into some form of totalitarianism. That is the most troubling realisation of all. Nobody has a crystal ball, but this short film is what I’m fearing is unfolding before our eyes, unless we somehow steer this ship around. It is the very technocratic new normal the World Economic Forum and its allies are keen to lure us into, nay: impose on us.

Sometimes when I feel a nocturnal need I venture forth into the city...and hustle headlong along the pavements... The screams of clouds echo around me, burning bushes, a distant beating of wings, and people shadowy and spitting. The moon burns across my hot temples… the city rears. My body crackles. The giggles of the city ignite against my skin. I hear eruptions at the base of my skull. The houses rear. Their catastrophes explode from their windows, stairways silently collapse. People laugh beneath the ruins. Ludwig Meidner.

I have learned that there are nebulous and nefarious and difficult to grasp powers at work, and to see and understand how they connect and interact and slowly lead us towards the abyss has been eye-opening and has made me doubt humanity. But there are also those who expose and fight against the agenda of these powers.

I will personally do everything I can to resist such a dystopian future that is sold to us as some kind of a paradise, but which is in fact deeply anti-human (they call it “trans-human”) and anti-democratic. 

Of course, after Covid nothing will ever be the same again, but we have to take charge of our future. We cannot allow some deluded but very powerful and influential sociopaths dictate to us what our future looks like. 

That was a summer unlike any other, in a brooding, lowering metropolis of Berlin, high up on the sixth floor of a modest apartment house in Friedenau. That angry vicious, summer began in the spring of 1912; it was a strange and doom-laden time for me as none other ever was. I was very poor but not at all unhappy. I was charged with energy, full of mighty plans; I had faith in a magnificent future. I had made a home for myself under the blistering hot slate roof; in a cheap studio with an iron bedstead, a chair, a mirror, and a number of bones that served as tables and closets, and on one of which there wobbled a spirit burner with a pot of lentils, white beans, or potatoes simmered. Food was a minor matter, and I did not crave it, but sail cloth, bought cheap in the Wertheim department store, seemed the most valuable thing there was. I was in love with that canvas, which I stretched and grounded myself, and went so far as to kiss it with trembling lips before painting those ominous landscapes. Ludwig Meidner.

All of this stuff is hard, from understanding it, to calling it out, to doing something about it. And that is why I’m not blaming my fellow citizens to go along with the Covid narrative, for example. After all, despite always considering myself a critical thinker, I myself once believed in the climate crisis narrative, until I studied the subject in greater detail. 

When Covid came along, I immediately smelt a rat and I told myself I would stay on top of these developments. We can only know about what we care about, what we show an active interest in, and even then only if we look critically at all sides of the arguments, and continue to have an open mind – otherwise we may as well just believe what we pick up through the mainstream media, or through a university curriculum… 

And yet, being part of a small minority amongst a majority that takes anything as gospel that is sold to them as a scientific consensus is incredibly frustrating. 

I have learned that those screaming the loudest about “following the science” fail to understand the most basic tenets of the scientific method. Science by definition is about debate – it can never be settled, and so it can never be about consensus. If it’s science, it’s not settled, and if something is claimed to be settled and cannot be questioned, it’s not science anymore – it’s dogma.

I have learned that the mainstream media are largely a lost cause. They are definitely no longer the fourth pillar of democracy. They have become nothing more than state-sponsored propaganda machines. 

But I also have learned that a new fourth pillar is being built: by independent journalists with courage, curiosity, and a conscience who think critically, and encourage their audience to think critically. Of course, we cannot blindly believe what they say either. But they have played a crucial role in me being able to swallow the red pill without getting completely broken.

We are social beings, and finding other critical thinkers has helped me get through these last two years. 

I have learned that our political and economic system is broken. The vast majority of our top-level politicians and their hired experts are corrupt, in one way or another they are psychologically deeply damaged self-righteous, narcissistic individuals who have only one goal – to remain in power and build and maintain their careers. None of them truly care about and are in the service of the people who elected them. None of them deserve my vote.

I have learned that democracy is more about ordinary citizens in one way or another participating, speaking out, keeping in check, and holding to account this self-interested elite.

I have learned that governments and health departments are not interested in public health. Otherwise, they would not have been patronising us and treated us with such contempt. Otherwise, they would not have compromised our immune systems by imposing pointless and counterproductive lockdowns.

Call Bosch and Breughel my favourite brothers. Ludwig Meidner.

Otherwise, they would not have acted so irresponsibly by coercing the population into becoming human guinea pigs for experimental drugs. Otherwise, they would not have fear-mongered using misleading statistics and applying psychological warfare tactics on us, including imposing the wearing of pointless masks. Otherwise, they would not have engaged in censorship and helped shut down scientific debate. And much more.

At a more fundamental level I have realised that humanity in general is truly at a crossroads, and Covid has made that very clear. Our educational, political, economical and scientific systems are all crisis-prone, ultimately destructive, and are in desperate need of a fundamental overhaul. 

It is up to us to wake up, take a humane route out of this latest calamity, learn from the mistakes, engage in forgiveness, and embrace and work towards bringing about meaningful change to address the true underlying issues and challenges we’ve been facing.

I have declared Covid over. I’m doing so because I know Covid will only be over when we, the people, say it’s over. But I will never stop being an engaged citizen of this world trying to make a meaningful and positive difference. 

It’s really up to all of us.

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Frustrated by the legacy media’s derogation of their civic duty, Jorg Probst posts regularly to his own website here.

Ludwig Meidner (18 April 1884 – 14 May 1966) was a German expressionist painter and printmaker born in Bernstadt, Silesia. Meidner is best known for his apocalyptic series of work featuring stylised visions of a pending transformation of Germany before World War I.