Well I guess this is a take.

An awful take.

But I guess if you are one of the architects of the disastrous COVID policies that will harm Americans for decades to come, you too might want to shout “‘Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’

That line comes from Percy Bysshe Shelley’s “Ozymandias,” in which we see the transitory nature of arrogance and power.

I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”

Arrogance and power. Rochelle Walensky. They do go together in the same sentence, I suppose. I can’t wait until her ideas are as broken as the statue in the poem, left in the dust long forgotten.

I don't think "despair" is a helpful emotion and we should be glad — we should be unashamed — that it's fading. We shouldn't rely on despair to motivate important reforms to public health. https://t.co/3ZyF9Yelzt pic.twitter.com/jKTr8g9fUO

— Anthony LaMesa (@ajlamesa) June 28, 2023

Despair of course was one of the most powerful tools the Elite had to immobilize us and shut down society. They did everything they could to reinforce the notion that we are powerless in the face of disease, and that only the Establishment could save us.

They demanded sacrifices, symbolic acts, obeisance, and the turning over of our bodies for the satisfaction of the COVID gods, of whom the Elite were the representatives. Their decisions were often arbitrary, but complete obedience was demanded.

And this, Walensky warns, is just the warm up. There is more to come, and we need to live in fear and yes…despair.

Exactly one year after the first laboratory-confirmed case of Covid-19 was identified in the United States, I began my tenure as the 19th director of the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention. At the time, vaccines were available, but new variants continued to emerge. I viewed my primary charge as bringing this country from the dark and tragic pandemic days into a more restored place.

In‌‌ the two and a half year‌s since that day, the world ha‌‌s faced an unrivaled density of public health challenges. ‌There was the evolving Covid-19 pandemic, as well as the first-ever global mpox outbreak‌‌. ‌The largest outbreak of the Sudan species of Ebola virus in Uganda in two decades ‌‌threatened to spread across international borders; the first U.S. case of paralytic polio since 2013 was identified; over 80,000 immigrants from Afghanistan arrived, some with cases of active measles and other diseases that were contained; and the largest and longest highly pathogenic avian influenza outbreak among flocks of birds is ongoing around the world.

Public health work will continue to be critically important and the challenges just as complex. Yet I fear the despair from the pandemic is fading too quickly from our memories, perhaps because it is too painful to recall a ravaged nation brought to its knees.

See? The world is constantly trying to kill you, and you need Walensky and company to protect you.

Embrace your powerlessness and despair. They are the only things that will save you from yourselves!

I am not opposed to having competent public health officials tracking down and taming diseases. I absolutely love the idea of having a group of competent, well-funded scientists battling the microbes and viruses that have plagued humanity since the dawn of time.

I even used to believe that the CDC is one of the great achievements of Western Civilization–a symbol of mankind’s ability to tame nature and improve life for all humanity.

Now I am pretty sure I was totally naive about the nature of the CDC and its mission, at least in recent years. It is one of the most powerful mechanisms for societal control ever invented. This is a distortion of its original mission, of course, but it is now its primary one.

If you look at the ethical guidelines that are supposed to guide public health, you will not find the word despair. You will find panic, but panic was something to be avoided, not stoked. During COVID stoking panic was one of the primary goals of the CDC and other government agencies. Panic was a tool, and we certainly got quite a bit of it.

Young, healthy people were told they were at great risk of dying from COVID, when the opposite was true. Lockdown-related depression has killed far more young healthy people than the pandemic ever did. And that depression is the result of government policy, not the disease itself.

The idea that a public health official could even utter the words “I fear the despair from the pandemic is fading too quickly” tells you every bad thing you need to know about how perverted our Elite has become.

Despair used to be considered a sin, and never once in human history as far as I can tell has it elicited praise from anybody but a megalomaniac describing what he wants to elicit.

Yet there it is. One of our chief public health officials wishes that we had more of it.