Swiss-American astronomer Fritz Zwicky coined the term ‘spherical bastards’ to describe people who were bastards no matter how or where one looked at them.
Recently a friend spoke to me about a person she described as warm-hearted, good-natured and eminently decent in all ways save the Covid Psyops and J6. I responded that she must be an idiot.
“No, no, no,” said my correspondent, “she’s really on our side.” And she went on to list her virtues. “There are just some places she can’t go.”
Indeed, a family member of mine ‘can’t go’ to any place involving Covid, convinced as she is about the safety and efficacy of the Jab and the benevolent intentions of our New Zealand government’s lockdowns, masks, and general propaganda.
So, getting back to my exchange, I replied that the person in question was a ‘fractional idiot.’
Now the word ‘idiot’ is derived from the Greek term ‘idios’ meaning, essentially, one’s own, a person wrapped up in his or her own self and that self’s circumscribed orb, a person who cannot see beyond the borders of the self, as it were. Which just so happens to be a perfect accurate description of true narcissism.
Despite the fact that the usage of ‘idiot’ has degenerated into depicting someone deranged, silly, and very very dumb — a caricature of its roots — it nonetheless conveys a great deal. Words such as ‘idiosyncrasy’ and ‘idiopathic’ and ‘idiom’ are all connected, rightly so, for their reference to attributes springing from the peculiar and singular nature of a self, all good decent words, by the way.
The word ‘stupid’ incidentally, which is a colloquial synonym of ‘idiot’, derives from the Latin word ‘stupidus’ (amazed, confounded), which is more ultimately derived from a root meaning ‘to hit, knock, beat’. Therefore a stupid person, a person in a stupor, is one who has been struck senseless.
I believe we can all agree that Covid struck and struck hard and rendered many of us so senseless as to have abandoned our wits and have joined in the revolution against basic principles of Medicine and Social Engagement, and I am frankly bored at having to write time and again about the vast masses who turned on those of us who kept our wits and our common sense and fought against apartheid society and unctuous governmental platitudes and totalitarian prescriptions.
But this leaves us with a conundrum, about which I am asked infinitely: how can all those good decent people, friends and family, not have seen what we saw, how can they have swallowed the inanities and the humiliations foisted upon us, how can they have joined forces with the smarmy mainstream media on every count? And what can or should we do about it?
Emily Dickinson ends a very great poem with a phenomenally wonderful final stanza:
This is the Hour of Lead – Remembered, if outlived, As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow – First – Chill – then Stupor – then the letting go –
I was always profoundly moved by that last line — chill, stupor, and the letting go — and isn’t that a particularly appropriate description of what befell us? They — the Organizers of the not-at-all organic phenomenon — froze us with fear, and caused many to fall into a stupor in which rank falsehoods were uncritically accepted. As a consequence we ‘let go’ of the foundations upon which we had hitherto functioned, we let go of our common sense and principles of common decency.
And, irony of ironies, they ended up making idiots of many while hawing that sleazy ‘we’re all in this together’ trope. No, they didn’t bring us together, they fractionated us, they stupefied us into being so afraid for our own individual precious selves that we masked up and genuflected before the Holy Grail of the Only Solution, and obeyed their traffic light system of social disintegration like proselytizing missionaries.
In the detritus of that monumental event — an event which is ongoing, need I remind us, with the trail of miseries and deaths …
And here I must pause again to shake myself, because it would be so easy to let go a little and ignore the single greatest catastrophic program of murder in the history of our sordidly advancing humankind …
I have to remind myself daily that evil has no bounds and that this great great evil, whose magnitude strikes us dumb, is real and true and incontrovertibly inescapable. Yes, it’s that bad, to put it bluntly, it’s that horrible, terrible, disgusting and GLOBAL, it’s worse than all of the genocides that have been way-stations on the road of human ‘progress’.
The sheer immensity of this overwhelming, stupefying and immobilizing evil is the biggest stumbling block on the road to personal awakening. People just can’t tolerate the idea that their governments, globally aligned, would conspire to do them harm, despite the ever-growing avalanche of evidence.
And all those good decent friends of ours who kept us out of their gatherings because we were unjabbed, and who can’t or won’t talk about Covid because we’ve ‘moved on’, and all these people who simply do not understand or acknowledge, let alone fathom, that we remain in the midst of a monstrous epic War — they’re fractional idiots.
The problem with fractional idiocy, however, is that it tends to expand, like our Universe, until it becomes spherical if unchecked.
And a spherical idiot, where the Universe collapses into a single source of narcissism, is even worse than a spherical bastard. Idiocy is therefore not mere silly witlessness: it is dangerous in the extreme.
I’m now convinced that the only way of dealing with fractional idiots is to chip away with questions, simple questions, at the appropriate time. It’s slow going but it’s all we really have.
For those of us in the freedom movement who say that nothing’s being done and who bristle at the lack of accountability and political change, I say ‘hold your horses’. Great things are happening, and for our side to claim victory these things will take time.
I’m reminded of the long arduous work of psychoanalytic therapy. If an interpretation is made too soon — accurate though it may be — it will have no effect, it will dribble off the hard casing of protective mental covering, or, in some cases, stimulate anger and shock. Only by a series of step-by-step forays into self-reflection can a person acquire the openness and malleability that will allow for the acceptance of a truth, and for the possibility of change.
Patience trumps impulse any day.
Emanuel E. Garcia, M.D.
May 2025
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Could be replaced with many, many, people. Just stay patient.
A man is standing in a breadline in Soviet Russia.
The line stretches for several blocks long. Finally losing his patience, he says.
"You know what, this is ridiculous. I'm, done, I'm going to go and kill Stalin". With that, he leaves the line. An hour later he comes back and rejoins the line.
"So, did you kill Stalin?" the woman behind him asks.
He replies, "No, that line was even longer."
Article very timely for me - spent time with a friend I have known all my life and she mentioned that has just had her last booster for Covid in February this year...her 6th booster! She is starting to have some serious health issues (stroke being one of them. You then start to wonder if that person that you thought you knew is in fact someone you never knew and how could you possibly be so different despite our similar backgrounds and upbringings. For me this is the thing I most grieve about - there is a huge wedge that has been driven between us and it is a similar situation with most of my friends...those of us awake are few and far between. What will it take?