If I were a rich man

Unnoticed would go the vaccinators, those privateers, shaking one another’s hand over the dead life of non-existent arms.

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Well I say: An extraordinary, splendid innovation has been reported. Innovation in mass production and trade. Mass injections are all paid for, without arms.

As written down by

eugyppius

in his chronicles of the recent plague, here’s the armless innovation mentioned above, which now presents itself here in its current manifestation for consideration:

As of the beginning of January 2023, Switzerland slated to destroy millions of mRNA vaccine doses.

It has been said that “Switzerland, home to less than 9 million people, is one of the biggest mRNA vaccine customers in the world relative to population. They’ve already received a staggering 33 million Covid (sic) vaccine doses, a little over half of which were ever administered. The small country is now sitting on 13.5 million doses, nervously awaiting the delivery of a further 2 million in the coming weeks, and surely lamenting that 11.6 million more are scheduled to arrive by the end of 2023. The vast majority of these will sit for some months in freezers before the Swiss Confederation destroys them. The country already binned more than 11 million doses last year, the greater part of them after a deal to supply surplus snake oil to the third world via the failed Covax¹ initiative fell through because nobody in Africa wants this stuff either.”

Wow.

All paid for, baby, all paid for.²

Arms have become obsolete.

A new age is dawning. Do not lament the ancient past of needing to match production to demand.

Do not lament the less-ancient past of needing to manufacture demand to match the excesses of production.

Gone, all gone.

Welcome, sunrise! In these great new times, the honorificabilitudinitatibus privateer vaccinators, those international cartel leaders who, while fighting ruthlessly among themselves, and in general carrying out predatory activities comparable to those of the Raubritter of medieval Europe³, shake hands over the dead life of non-existent arms, as they sit down to toast one another with two cups of blood. And so, one must say something about that and if not me then who.

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If I were a rich man

Four words,
heavy as a blow:
“. . . unto Caesar . . . unto God . . .”

But where can a man
like me
bury his head?
Where is there shelter for me?

—Vladimir Mayakovsky (1893–1930)

If I were a rich man, I’d buy a Swiss firm and get myself Swiss citizenship. And if I were a Swiss citizen, I could live in Switzerland all the time and I’d like that, because Switzerland is the best country to live in, and I know that because I lived in that strange land in the past when I was a foreigner there. But the land was not really strange, for I found friends there and found beauty there, and I don’t know whether I first made friends or was made one, but I found charity and beauty there. And I loved Switzerland, I could not tire of it, for it was sweet to me. And so, I filled my heart with charity and beauty, and I was sad that my heart could hold so little. And when I was leaving, I could not take with me all that was given to me, but I took as much as I could.