Who wants the world?

 

Shall I carve?

The English punk band, The Stranglers, wrote a song in the late 1970s entitled, Who Wants the World? Getting on for half a century later, it's a very good question.

Traditionally, nations have been the key participants in the carving up of the globe. Stalin, Churchill, and Roosevelt at Yalta have the benefit of kindly historical PR, and look as though they are brokering peace. In fact, all three were involved in an aggravated form of real estate negotiation. There is only so much planet to be divided between the strong wolves. Buy land, said Mark Twain. They've stopped making it.

And nations are still in the business of land acquisition. Look at what China is doing in the Indo-Pacific, and doing well. The Solomon Islands are about to be bought off, and their premier is gagged by the Chinese government from even talking about the deal. Like the 1970s board game (the 70s seem to be a feature today) Risk, the Chinese are putting more of their checkers closer and closer to Australia and New Zealand.

While Putin is doing some land-grabbing of his own, his requirements are not global. He merely wants the return of what he feels to be ancestral homelands to a man he feels should also have an ancestral role, the Tsar, which is what he sees himself as. No, Russia just wants its backyard back. China wants far more than just Taiwan, which it also sees as its backyard. Look at Chinese real estate in Central America and Canada. Look at what they already own in Africa. They are colonising the world not with weapons and boots on the ground, but with the Yen.

But there are now other agents. The World Health Organization and The World Economic Forum clearly want the world, and have been helpful enough to include the word in their titles. It is an open secret that the head of the WHO is a Chinese placeman. The man doesn't even have a medical degree. The WEF are somewhat more enigmatic, but seem quite open about their aims not for global dominance in the old currency of territory, but instead a technocratic hegemony over the world seen as a fiscal entity which exists virtually in the same way it exists literally. Here comes digital currency.

The desire to rule not just one's own country or sovereign nation but the entire planet used to be the reserve of Bond villains and aliens. Dr. No didn't just want to annex part of Wisconsin, he wanted the earth. No movie aliens ever traversed untold light years to reach here and then start a smoothie franchise or get an interview with Kim Kardashian. No, they want to buy the farm.

We know that the elites, the Davos and Bilderberg crowd, want to control the world and everyone in it. But why? It is possibly just a natural extrapolation of Orson Welles' comment that directing a film is like being given the biggest train set a boy ever had. The world is, when all is said and done, a far bigger train set. But there is also a metaphysical aspect to this impulse to rule on a planetary scale, like some Marvel comic super-villain.

If I say that the West is now godless I am not castigating from the pulpit. But it is unquestionably the case that the majority of Western leaders and influencers pay lip-service, at the very most, to considerations of deity. And once your gods go, the afterlife goes with them. So there is no Augustinian City of God being built by the elites. As Jim Morrison almost sang, they want the world and they want it now.

George Soros is a very old man. Perhaps the reason that the push for world government has received an accelerant since the start of the COVID pandemic in 2020 is because he realises that the clock is ticking louder than ever. He does not believe that he will watch over his deleterious creation from the elevated position of a better place. Imagine there's no heaven, as John Lennon sang in a rather dreary song that has become the anthem of the new idealists. Soros doesn't have to. He always knew there wasn't a heaven. Whatever the James Bond film title might say, you only live once.

And the rest of us, the peons, the little people, the plebs, the great unwashed, we are like an ant farm in the den of a 12-year-old boy. He watches, he observes, he takes notes, and he knows that if he pours a boiling kettle of water on the tiny creature, he has, in the context of the ant kingdom, become God. Which always makes one a little heady.

Shakespeare famously wrote, in King Lear, that 'as flies to wanton boys are we to the gods. They kill us for their sport'. Quite so. It is Shakespeare's genius, however, to put these words in the mouth of Gloucester, newly blinded and wandering aimlessly on the heath. We are a little like that when it comes to these new and sinister cabals.

If these people want the world, I can't honestly see what we little ones can do to stop them. Many of the elites are childless, and I feel that this is not coincidental. Who wants the world? And for what purpose?