The New World Order has been holding their annual conspiracy convention in Davos this week, and through the miracle of live-streaming, the whole world has the opportunity to watch them pat themselves on the back for a global takeover well-done.
Watching Albert Bourla and Klaus Schwab discuss his company’s highly sick-sessful experimental “vaccine” venture is surely an emetic experience for anyone familiar with the damage this Frankenjection has done, to its victims and those who refused it alike. The talk played like the live infomercial it was surely intended to, and included some clever spin as well as some candid moments.
There was, of course, no reference to the mounting evidence that this “game-changing”, multi-billion-dollar boondoggle represented the greatest crime of the century. It was a curious, surreal encounter. They switched fluidly from discussing profitable manufacturing tactics, to “educating” poor countries into believing that vaccines are safe.
In a particularly saccharine softball, Schwab asked Bourla what motivates him.Certainly not the money, says the CEO of a company which made $30 billion the year previously. We know this is true, of course, because Bourla donates his personal salary to victims of his company’s products.
Yet, as he went on to describe the intellectual richness of running a major Pharma cartel, and waxed dreamily about all the good in the world he can do as a provider of toxic biotech, one senses something approaching sincerity in Bourla’s tone.
Albert Bourla is not a particularly talented liar. He fidgets and his neck swells like a boiling frog. He stammers and stretches his face. The man has tells. When he goes on television to pimp the quackccine, he leaves no doubt. He’s lying.
But when talks about the intellectual and altruistic rewards of being a legal drug kingpin, he isn’t lying, exactly. He’s still bullshitting, of course, but it looks like the bastard believes it! Even though he knows better than anyone that his company’s shots didn’t even begin to deliver on the marketing promises, although he cannot be unaware of the many consequential lies his company has peddled to the planet…he believes in his heart that he’s doing good in the world.
How can this be? Well, maybe this is the key to how people like this get through the day, and sleep tight at night. They wrap their deeds in robes of benevolence, and build a personal myth that somehow parses the phenomenal failure of these injections into a boon for humanity.
Among his own kind, the plutocratic predators of the World Economic Forum, Bourla relaxes into a double-think that is surely the resting state of his self-image
The rationalizations do not contend with the reality that the company has once again defrauded the world; they roll down a red carpet of shareholders eager to look the other way, flanked by saintly intentions, and transcribed into the language of corporate press releases.
Like any of us, Bourla exults in an idea of himself, one that he wants to believe more than the truth. This strength may be the true secret of success: Bourla buys his own bullshit. He’s so convinced by his platitudes of benevolence, so wedded to his dissonant view of Pfizer’s actual role in the world, and so manifestly sold on the narrative that keeps investors plunking down their duckets, that one might say that this is the real skill he’s bringing to Pfizer, the reassuring confidence that, after all is said and done, we’ve got to cut such a stellar corporate citizen some slack.