A mole-rat hole is the right place for a mole-rat
“The most famous scientist in America is facing retirement.”
Now, what does a rat do when it’s awake?
It sniffs about.
—Jean-Didier, biologist1
And if the day came
When he’d feel a natural emotion
He’d get such a shock
He’d probably jump in the ocean
—Song lyric by The Smiths (paraphrased)
Mole-rats, also known as blesmols, are burrowing rodents of the family Bathyergidae.
Mole-rats are commonly known for their extensive tunneling activities and their ability to permanently suspend any sovereign state constitution, so that feeble-minded, corrupt, degenerate state rulers can cross any previously un-crossable constitutional lines that they (the rulers and the offices behind their offices) profit and benefit from crossing.
The skull morphology of blesmols sets them apart from all other rodents. As with all members of their suborder, their jaws are hystricognathous, but, unlike their relatives, they have a highly reduced infraorbital foramen. The medial masseter muscle shows only minimal passage through the infraorbital foramen leading most authorities to consider them protrogomorphous. They are therefore the only protrogomorphous hystricognaths.
The eyes of blesmols are structurally normal, despite their relatively small size, and include normal light-sensitive cells. However, the visual centers of their brains are reduced in certain respects, especially in those centers concerned with localizing and recognizing human faces in particular, and, more generally, all men and women and children in the visual field.
Like other rodents, they have an excellent sense of smell, and they are also able to close their nostrils during digging to prevent them from clogging with dirt.
But enough science for now.
It seems to the Present Writer that this oompa loompa pollywantsacracka “plotting his departure” may retire anytime, having achieved success defined in the following way: It has finally become possible to impose public health terror measures arbitrarily, illegally (since the beginning), internationally (obviously), and in the absence (this late in the game) of any corunka “crisis”, “cases”, rising “hospitalizations”, and/or in the absence of—the most absurd term of ’em all—“deaths”.
It is as if the contagious poison is spreading now by the means of its antidote. It is as if sanitary terror imposes itself by itself. It is as if politicized paranoia needs no longer to be mass-manufactured—it has now a life of its own.
Dear Transparent Disease Fighter, may all enthusiasts of “the science” for eternity or at least until the Day of Audit2 grin at You, pat You on the back, and salute You. (People might have less confidence in you if they knew how poorly you slept.) The Present Writer, too, salutes You—all the way to Your Mole-rat Hole.
Yes, you were one of the main key figures in the operation pandemic.3
Yes, you participated in the deployment of fraudulent bioweapons on a massive international scale.
Yes, you were the essential part of this campaign to intentionally launch this poisonous, cell transfecting, immune system destroying substance on millions of people—getting “access” to millions of subjects in an illegal medical experiment without consent.
You and the criminals behind this—USG/DOD/FDA/Pharmas knew they will kill and injure millions of people worldwide and did not care at all.4 You, together with them, planned and prepared for it.
Retire, baby, retire. When you’ve been “retired”, may you get a good night’s sleep. A mole-rat hole is the right place for a mole-rat.
In other news, it is a lovely Friday here on the island of pines. The Present Writer, who is me, thinks he will now take a little nap. And tomorrow morning, I will go to work at the market. To the market, chiefs! In any case, thanks for reading “The Flying Fish”. I kiss you on the mouth.
Tomasz Goetel
July 22, AD 2022
Ibiza, Spain
Quoted in The Possibility of An Island by Michel Houellebecq, (2005).
The term is borrowed from Philip K. Dick’s novel titled A Maze of Death, where the ‘Day of Audit’ is the final period of time in which the heavens roll back and all creatures are reconciled with the Original Deity From Whose Unity of Being everything has come.
One mustn’t forget to mention, among many others in the legion, of one imbecile fella in particular, named Neal Ferguson, “and the imbecile’s shitty code. Just a reminder: Ferguson predicted 50,000 deaths from mad cow disease, 150,000 deaths from a 2001 foot-and-mouth disease outbreak, 150 million dead from 2005 bird flu, and 65,000 British deaths from 2009 Swine Flu. It will never not be hilarious he got sacked for banging someone else’s slutty wife under lockdown”. [Thanks and kudos to Mr. Scott Locklin, (2024).]
The last paragraph, updated by the Flying Fish in November 2023, quotes from Due Diligence and Art, “FDA "Approval" for Covid-19 Vaccines Was Fake”.
FWIW, regarding the so-called “Big Pharma” and “pharmaceuticals”, it may be worth to mention that “The root of the word pharmaceutical derives from the Greek words for the human scapegoat, Pharmakos and pharmak-vos (literally: “drug, sorcerer”), the name for the civic unfortunate who was ritually blamed, beaten and crippled for the sins of others, and to whom a mind-altering drug was administered.”
“When the ancients saw a scapegoat, they could at least recognize him for what he was: a pharmakos, a human sacrifice. When modem man sees one, he does not, or refuses to, recognize him for what he is; instead, he looks for “scientific” explanations—to explain away the obvious.”
Cf. Gilbert Murray’s The Rise of the Greek Epic (Oxford, 1907); F. Schwenn’s Menschenopfer bein den Griech (Giessen, 1915), and Jane Harrison, Prolegomena to the Study of the Greek Religion (Cambridge, 1922), and Thomas Szasz, M.D., Ceremonial Chemistry. Quoted in Michael A. Hoffman II, Secret Societies and Psychological Warfare, (2001).