Dakota Beacon

Most of us have seen some film representation of a dead body with maggots feeding off it and crawling all over it. Perhaps it was Agent Scully examining a body in a morgue with the tweezers, or a cynical trench-coat making a jaded wisecrack on CSI; perhaps you saw Miss Marple turn the wrong corner and say "Oh, dear" in her little red cardigan, or perhaps you saw it on a true crime show in a motel room in Montana at three in the morning. If you have never seen a tv set in your life, you've certainly had the equivalent experience. Perhaps, as a young boy, you picked up a large rock and witnessed centipedes vibrating underneath. The typical reaction is one of fascinated horror, but the witness does not form an impression of individual agency. In fact, part of the horror of maggots on a corpse, or centipedes under a rock, is the spectacle of insentient life acting in ghastly unison.

Ladies and gentlemen, if you pause your favorite crime show on Netflix and dial on any given news program, you will see another corpse by another ravine, only you will have to pan out considerably before you recognize it as such. That corpse was once an astonishing creature called a Republic. Her name was America. Now let's pan back in. Look on the corpse's backside. Zoom in closer. Do you see that oozing pustule? What's that one fat worm that's poking its head up and looking out? At first sight it seems so insignificant you'd need a magnifying glass to differentiate it from the rest of the worms and maggots. Squint harder. Do you recognize him now? Why, if it isn't Governor Walz.

If you zoom in close enough, these maggots almost resemble humans. And if you listen long enough, their twitching and writhing and slithering against each other begins to resemble human speech. Listen to what Governor Walz seems to say: That he will allow Minnesota businesses to open for out-door business at 50% capacity. 

Am I writing for morons or do you understand what this corpse-eating waste-of-space is telling you? Let me translate: This is December. We're in Minnesota. That equals sub-freezing, possibly sub-zero temperatures. What Governor Walz is telling you is: By the powers indefinitely vested in me by the trolls you idiots elected, you can suck it through a straw. I am the ruler and you are the ruled." I guess I have to translate this for some people because some people only know what "Let them eat cake" means when they're not the ones being told it.

Nine months after the invertebrate pancake feed began back in March, the categories of people in this land are whittled down to three: 1) Those who know that there is no pandemic and that "Covid-19" is a scantily-clad hoax and a mechanism for an ultimate global restructure of society into a permanent elite and a permanent slave underclass; 2) Those who know that there is no pandemic and that "Covid-19" is a scantily-clad hoax and a mechanism for an ultimate global restructure of society into a permanent elite and a permanent slave underclass who, for reasons of their own, choose to deny it; 3) Dribbling, basket-weaving fools who oughtn't have a right to vote anyway and so will not be the worse off for having lost it. Category 1 is wide awake. We don't need Alex Jones' bullhorn alarm clock. Category 2 is also wide  awake. What they don't understand is the danger (and/or long-term cost) of their own self-deception. Category 3 is beyond anybody's help, except possibly a hypnotist’s. 

The proof that "Covid" is a hoax and a filthy lie is beyond the scope of this article, but if you're a Cat 2, I'd encourage you to consider the credibility of a cabal of Big Tech creeps colluding to silence all narratives but one. Rather, your credibility if you profess to believe the Big Tech creeps.

If you're a Cat 1, you must stop allowing the nice lady at the bank, or the duffer at the feed store, or anyone, to get away with any more drivel that validates the lie. If the bank lady commiserates in such a way as to concede that there is, in fact, a pandemic, you must, must, must correct the dialogue. The only way to make a stink go away is to open a window. Saying the stink isn't there is a surefire way to never get rid of it. Sometimes you can't shut a liar up. For example, a message machine or a radio ad. But if you are subjected to the radio ad with a fellow listener, you have a moral imperative to use your God-given organs of speech to counter the lie with truth.

Now, if you are a member of congress, let's say, and you are genuinely in support of some reversal of the evil you see around you, this imperative to be brutally honest is doubly imperative. The higher up the ladder of power, the lower the likelihood you possess a spine or any moral fiber, but if you slipped past the door-goons and you wish to have any effect, don't take my words lightly.

Governor Walz is not acting with the intention of "stopping the spread of Covid" and we all know that now. His intention is to destroy the economy of Minnesota. Preserve your dignity by not letting him think you're stupid. He thinks you're stupid. Does that not bother you? Are you stupid? Do you really think "Covid" spreads in restaurants but not in Wal-marts? Does this mystery disease go away just long enough for you to put that hamburger up to your kisser only to return once chewing commences? Another maggot, the Sheriff of my local hamlet, allowed a restaurant to stay open but forbade the sale of alcoholic beverages. His name will only be important long enough to vote him out. (You've probably got one in your town. Don't forget to throw out the little ones if you get the chance!) Do you really believe "Covid" lives in the beer taps but doesn't like the food in this town? Or that in another town it's allergic to booze but breeds like bunny rabbits as soon as it smells a hot roast beef sandwich? That “Covid” is attracted to church services but abhors BLM protests? 

Of course not! 'Cause you're not stupid. So stop acting stupid. Every time you participate silently in a dialogue beneath the dignity of a really bad community theater play, you're allowing the bad guys to laugh at you and call you stupid.

Pustule-dwelling maggots like Walz, Gavin Newsome, Cuomo, these are bad people. I have recently learned what to call such people, and I am sharing this with you all. The name for such bad people is diabolical narcissists. I am indebted to an on-line Catholic blogger named Ann Barnhardt for coming up with this appellation. I recommend you take 2 hours and 53 minutes to watch her presentation from four years ago, in which she defines the term and all other pertinent terms as well. While I'm open to questioning her basis for this term, which is, of course, theological, the explicative power of her theory is stunning. 

In a nutshell, a diabolical narcissist is a person whose primary motivation is to make the world a nastier place than it was when he got here. At cost to himself. He's a guy who'll pay twenty dollars to rap you in the mouth when he could take a hundred to leave you alone. He's a son-of-a-bitch who is incapable of any decent motive or emotion. He is motivated only by anger, jealousy, hate, fear. 

We've all heard of narcissists. You can't go on the net without articles and videos: "Are you dating a narcissist?" "How to get rid of the narc in your life." "Never say this to a narcissist." And so forth. A diabolical narcissist is basically one of these only more so and explained more comprehensively. These people flourish in top-down power structures. Education systems, be they universities or public schools; the Catholic Church (or, really, any religious institution big enough to shelter its malefactors); the intitution of Islam; Hollywood; any political system that's swollen enough, not just those of openly tyrannical countries like China or North Korea, but de facto tyrannies as well, such as the UK or the former USA. 

They are politicians, whether large-scale tyrants like Barack Obama or petty little scammers like Walz or ND governor Burgum. They are shadow globalists like Bill Gates. They might be news anchors or celebrities. They might be household names. But some are operating anonymously. If you live in an apartment complex built within the last sixty or seventy years, the architect who built it is likely a diabolical narcissist. If you ever wondered why Cherry Berry looks and feels like a bus terminal, now you know. Now you know why your grandparents listened to sunshine pop and you can’t escape the likes of Kendrick Lamarr. And on and on. 

Let's dispense once and for all with the hooey that anything these diabolical narcissists are doing has anything to do with any damned pandemic. These pustule-dwelling narcissistic maggots are using the powers granted them by even less significant pustule-dwelling narcissistic maggots (such as, but not limited to, your district state senator or congressman - look yours up and find out what he/she has or hasn’t done to stop your Governor) to destroy you. Whether it's Walz in Minnesota or Whitmer in Michigan, they are exploiting a supposed "health crisis" to deprive you of your livelihood, your freedom - your every freedom -and if they can, your life. And they are enjoying it! 

Don't be stupid. When Gov. Walz "allows" restaurants to partially open out-doors in December he is publicly humiliating you for his personal, sick pleasure and nothing else. He’s bragging nonchalantly at a cocktail party somewhere in DC about the latest joke he’s played at your expense, hoping to impress some other creep-bags. If you don't get this, you're definitely a Cat 3. 

Now, let's return to that most mysterious Cat 2. It might be appropriate to call these people  Sergeant Schultzes.  (Yeah, maybe that’s what it is!) These are the people who continue to profess belief in the narrative. I'm talking here about the "Covid" narrative, but they will religiously cling to any sort of narrative when it is forced into the public forum to the exclusion of any other. They will continue to ask you for evidence while ignoring mountains of it. Whether it is the Hunter Biden scandal, the stolen election of 2020, the JFK assassination, doesn't matter. There is no reason to believe that Joe Biden beat the trillions-to-one odds against winning, at exactly the same moment in the exact four cities he needed to win, exactly when poll-watchers were sent home, and further believe that the Dominion voting machines were not rigged when the evidence, from at least two independent sources, says they were, when it is indisputable fact they were designed to rig an election in Venezuela in exactly the same way ... and not believe a single bullet did the Watusi in JFK's brain. If you profess belief in the validity of the 2020 election, guess what? You don't get to question the Warren Report!!! I mean, pick a side already. 

There's not much you can do about Cat 2's except, if you're religious, maybe pray for them. If you're leaning more agnostic, like me, keep speaking the truth wherever you go and hope the sheer embarrassment of protesting that he's a free person through a pointless piece of cloth that's suffocating him gets to be too unbearable for the Cat 2 (Sergeant Schultz) to keep up. 

I guess, to wrap all this up, keep these thoughts in mind: Whereas pop culture likes to emphasize lack of empathy as the salient aspect of a narc, I would argue that really it is their ultimate impotence. Gov Walz is as dependent on the Minnesota state legislature for his "power" to trash your life, as maggots are dependent on a host to writhe and twitch their way to flydom. The pustule-dwelling narcissist, Walz, has no more real power than a maggot feeding on a corpse. Which begs the ultimate question: How did these awful terrible people end up in positions where they can ruin your life? How is it that in less than a year, you, dear reader, and most everyone else in this country, and across the globe, went from a state of relative, at-least perceived freedom to little more than a hand-wringing peasant awaiting marching orders from faceless health department bureaucrats and gun-toting, badge-wearing thugs? 

Think about that. This didn't happen overnight. This has been in the making for a long, long time. Don't be stupid. Don't be a Sergeant Schultz. Don't tell yourself this was a power-grab "due to Covid 19." For your ever-loving soul, don't ever say "due to Covid 19. "Don't feed the lie. The lie is the battery that keeps the narcs going. They aren't even feeding off your fear of a fake disease anymore. They're feeding off your fear of the next guy over, who's afraid of offending the next guy over. Another way of putting it is this: The bad guys aren't even trying to fool YOU. They figure your self-esteem is so low they don't have to at this point, They want you to think you're the only one in on it. But I'm telling you now, you're not. Send this article to everyone you know. Cut off their power supply. You know something. You see something. And you definitely smell something.  Don't get used to the stink. Open up the damned window.

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