Group Think – Boy Outa Brooklyn

That sound you hear isn’t Alka Seltzer tablets hitting water with the promise of relief to come.

No, it is the sound of athletes, celebrities, politicians, newscasters and assorted other imbeciles who took the Covid jabs dropping dead. And they are doing so at a rate of knots with no end in sight.

Not a day goes by without a front page story about someone collapsing on a sports field or TV screen without warning and from no apparent cause. And most of these corpses were in the prime of life!

Meanwhile, the experts assure us that these deaths had nothing to do with the fact that the dearly departed had been vaxxed to the gills!

As I’ve said, the most important histories of this sorry episode in human history will be those that delve into the emotional, psychological and sociological aspects of it.

Hey, it ain’t called Covid Mania for nuthin’.

The vaxxed ain’t called Covidiots for nuthin’ either!

Here’s a post I did that took a swing at analyzing the part that group dynamics played in the spread of this pseudo-plague-hoax-scam-racket. It makes more sense now than ever!

I called it –

Covid Answer #1

https://boyoutabrooklyn.com/2021/05/26/covid-answer-1/

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First I made with the Covid Questions as to the how, why, who and wherefore of Covid craziness.

Now, I’ll make with the first of several answers.

Here’s one hint – it had nothing to do with medicine, science or reason. Mark my words, the telling histories of Covid 19 will be the psychological and behavioral studies. If they are ever allowed to be printed, that is.

“So, how did we get to this pretty pass?” I hear you cry.

GROUP THINK

All the third-rate minds who couldn’t cut it in the real world, work in academia, government and NGOs. One way or another we pay their exorbitant, undeserved salaries. Think of that Oxford numb-nut, Neil “We’re all gonna be dead by May 2020 but I’m too busy fucking my fat-pig married girlfriend while you’re all locked-down so I don’t give a shit” Ferguson.

Neil Ferguson — **Mrs. Ferguson’s soy-boy son.**

And, don’t forget Whatshisname – that mentally, morally and ethically challenged Ethiopian douchebag who runs W.H.O.

Vintage clown face — **No *serious* corporation would hire those Bozos to ride shotgun on a garbage truck.**

They and their ilk are terrified they might lose their reputations or tenure if they admit error so they double-down on their debunked ideas and predictions.

Their minions are terrified they might lose their jobs and pensions if they stick their heads above the “official opinion parapet” so, they go along with the boss.

They become classic “Yes Men.”

Cartoon of men following the leader — **Mavericks get their asses out-placed and pronto!**

Meanwhile, all the third-rate minds who put themselves forward as talking heads and pundits on TV and radio know that to get a book deal or that much coveted regular spot on CNN, MSNBC or the BBC, they must regurgitate the party line. And, most importantly, keep sheeple watching.

Mavericks get a one way ticket to Palookaville.

Man with his hair of fire — **These prostitutes… er, I mean, opinions-for-hire know that if they run around with their hair on fire they will keep the Covidiots tuned in, thus selling ever more expensive advertising minutes.**

It’s all about the shekels, goy.

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