Clarity: A Post-Mortem On The Planted Actors In The Freedom Convoy, Part 1
Prelude To Interview With A Canadian Political Insider Who Knew Benjamin Dichter In 2014
“We’re the slaves of the phony leaders, breathe the air we have blown you.”
The Punk Meets The Godfather,
If you are like most of us, not on the ground in Ottawa over these past weeks, you were perhaps vaguely aware there were spokespersons for the Freedom Convoy, whom you never thought to question. Until the Amazing Polly drop, on Feb 11, which revealed the bitter reality that the four self-appointed leaders of the Convoy were rotten, unknown, vindictive, and had commandeered the GoFundMe account, whatever remained of it. Who were they? Nobody knew.
The top dog was a husky man who sure looked exactly like a “trucker,” named Benjamin Dichter. He was interviewed far and wide by the non-left mainstream media, including Tucker Carlson, Sean Hannity, both Jordan and Mikhaila Peterson, and many more. He sounded, as my friend Paul Bell put it, “all the right notes.” (How much do Tucker Carlson’s producers earn? Is it too much to ask that they book sources on major stories only following elemental background checks?)
We actually have a subscriber and friend, right here at The Truth Barrier, who has historical context on this fellow Dichter, dating back to 2014. We’ll hear from him shortly—he and I have been developing his story and correcting the text over the past week, during which time, as sometimes happens, the Story Fish actually jumps into the net.
We live in the age of digital magic, bad theater, and false flaggery so ham-fisted you can’t even be all that scared, half the time. They have to project their tyranny digitally, and we have to accept it, digitally and in our souls, to be captured. That is to say, we have a chance.
Above all, this is the age of chronic confusion, of squinting at the screen wondering what’s real, who’s an actor, who’s an agent, a plant, part of the PSY OP, or maybe an all out assault on our perceptions. You finally realize there are all these digital invasions of your mind, and somewhere in there, there’s the real you. The exhausted you, trying forever to find your crime in the digital labyrinth, like Kafka’s K in The Castle. If we can’t find it, can we be free of it?
It has become virtually impossible to know what is real, unless you’re looking at a bird, or tree.
We experience ourselves in some kind of public health NWO dungeon. How did the world become so grey and joyless?
But then there was Ottawa. Suddenly, thousands of people in bright white snow, smiling, dancing, hugging, children bouncing in castles—this unexpected Woodstock. The Angry Virus Globalist Left drummed its fingers against their cold desks and worked to figure out how to return everything to fear and loathing—fast.
Before they made their Beast Move, the Happy People had two weeks of full freedom. Everybody must, apparently, play out their assigned roles in this play.
People build their identities now, from who they trust and who they don’t. There’s actually way more dissent afoot than there is orthodoxy, yet we experience chains on our souls, and the battle of the ages is, to be precise, for the removal of these invisible chains. From our souls. We’re asking for freedom from prohibitions against normal life that have been drummed into us, as Covid serfs. Nobody “died of Covid” from convening in Ottawa and none of the Covid rulers are even braying about “super spreading” or other Covid hallucinations. Covid is no longer a “virus” or “illness.” It’s a straight up new political animal—a means to an end, a landscape of infinite ghastliness, only understood by people like Justin Trudeau and Chrysta Freeland.
It says: “Virus eclipses all your filthy rights. Got that, slave?”
At long last, painfully, and against our will comes wisdom; We pick up shards of broken glass and open our eyes to who was deigning to rule us this whole time. But as it colonizes us, it first seeks to PSY OP us, so that we don’t spit in its face. It’s a narcissist, see? It must be adored, even as it slashes. You’re not allowed to care anything for your own life or the lives of your children. Only “the planet,” about which, it knows nothing.
The good news is this: We are becoming PSY OP literate. We can speak, see and hear PSY OP. We make new friends, and grieve lost ones, accordingly. You are what you eat? No, you are what you believe is real, and what you reject.
I spent the last two weeks mostly inattentive to the matter of the Convoy’s “spokespersons” and their press conferences. Squinted at the screen now and then, trying to get a bead on it . There was a blond woman who I always felt (now that I think about it) emanated some kind of hesitancy, or even some kind of borderline instability.
”Tamara Lich,” theatrically arrested day before yesterday, after famously crying on a video clip on Twitter, announcing she knew she would soon face arrest, was found out to be using a fake name. Her name is not Tamara Lich. It’s Arlene Catherine Martineu. A Tweet from somebody hostile to the Freedom Convoy claims she is a career “white nationalist” which really means an agent:
Nothing is more disorienting than things, people, morphing before your eyes, changing identities, not being known. And this is the perpetual nausea of the age.
I’ve never been interested in leaders, or spokespersons, never mind the soul-crushing dramas of “movements,” constantly splintering and accusing one another of not the right purity or aims.
I just looked at the people on the ground in Ottawa, listened to the live feeds, heard their words, and the look of joy on their faces, believing they had regained the right to the frequency of love. (Covid’s frequency? I shudder to think.)
I saw gleeful headlines from Murder Media this morning about the “implosion” of the Freedom Convoy in Ottawa, and how it happened.
It has, first of all, not “imploded—” far from it. I believe it has only just begun. I estimate we’re somewhere between the Prague Spring and the Gdansk Solidarity uprising on the clock of this freedom movement. Actually no, I take that back—we’re between Gdansk 1980 and Berlin 1989.
It may take decades, but our quest for freedom is assured and gold-backed. It’s not a passing fad, or a “tantrum” of truckers, as the loathsome LAT headline read yesterday. Let the ruling classes think this will all go the way of Q-Anon, or Trump—likely both placed there so that we could be flushed down the culture toilet at the moment of the Big Reveal. [I know Trump “did some good things.” Then, in 2020, he let them drive the country over the cliff.]
The Covid Ruling Class, (WEF media) is expressing mangled emissions of its own internalized dread, wondering, perhaps, deep down, who they really are. Bashing us with ever new expletives, terms of derision and dehumanization, for surely we can’t be intact human beings. Why, they wonder, can’t they find the correct roach terminology that makes us all vanish, repentant? They must be so frustrated. They spray RAID, (of the UNACCEPTABLE strength) and we only multiply, come out in greater numbers. The battle line is drawn and there is only one line now. Sovereign, merciful humans v Covid fanatics—Davos types, who speak “pandemic,” who speak catastrophism, and insist it has eclipsed all else ever built up by our combined civilizations and standards. They despise nations, borders, families, freedom (“far right,”) workers rights, children’s rights—they are the new Brutalists. Proud of their brutality.
Call them that. There is no longer any use for “Left” and “Right.” These are glue-trap terms now—they’re not descriptive.
It is a vertical war, the people at the “top” (where the real slums are) trying to finally eliminate the people of the middle and bottom. Nobody can remain neutral anymore. We should go back to history and look for patterns, for consolation and hope, in the one and only war, that always repeats: Repression (degradation) v. Freedom (dignity.)
Let’s recall 1980, at the “height of the Cold War.”
SolidarityIndependent Self-Governing Trade Union "Solidarity"Niezależny Samorządny Związek Zawodowy "Solidarność"
Solidarity (Polish: Solidarność, pronounced [sɔliˈdarnɔɕt͡ɕ] (listen)), full name Independent Self-Governing Trade Union "Solidarity" (Niezależny Samorządny Związek Zawodowy „Solidarność” [ɲɛzaˈlɛʐnɨ samɔˈʐɔndnɨ ˈzvjɔ̃zɛɡ zavɔˈdɔvɨ sɔliˈdarnɔɕt͡ɕ]), is a Polish trade union founded in August 1980 at the Lenin Shipyard in Gdańsk, Poland. Subsequently, it was the first independent trade union in a Warsaw Pact country to be recognised by the state. The union's membership peaked at 10 million in September 1981, representing one-third of the country's working-age population.Solidarity's leader Lech Wałęsa was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize in 1983 and the union is widely recognised as having played a central role in the end of Communist rule in Poland.
In the 1980s, Solidarity was a broad anti-bureaucratic social movement, using methods of civil resistance to advance the causes of workers' rights and social change. Government attempts in the early 1980s to destroy the union through the imposition of martial law in Poland and the use of political repression failed. Operating underground, with significant financial support from the Vatican and the United States, the union survived and by the later 1980s had entered into negotiations with the government.
The 1989 round table talks between the government and the Solidarity-led opposition produced agreement for the 1989 legislative elections, the country's first pluralistic election since 1947. By the end of August, a Solidarity-led coalition government was formed and in December 1990, Wałęsa was elected President of Poland.
Wikipedia Link here.
(I am aware Solidarity was funded by the CIA, yes. What that means I don’t know. But my point stands: We had a workers uprising in 1980 in Poland that was triggered by inflation as well as rage against bureaucracy, degradation of life, and undermining of worker’s rights and livelihoods. The founder of it, Lech Walesa, eventually became the President of Poland.)
“…the left” throughout all North America is absolutely unified against the workers,” observes Mark Crispin Miller in this landmark essay laying bare the deadly class contempt of the new brutalist Covid Left, which openly wishes us all death. The right to be “protected” from imaginary cooties is all that remains of that troubled raft of blood and tryanny so many good people cling to, wishing it to be a good thing, with a conscience—the so called “left,” which we can now all blessedly bid farewell to, and call our hearts whatever we choose. “Covid” split the left like The Judgement of Solomon, clarifying at last the true mother, the one with mercy, who Solomon declared the true mother of “the whole child.” I see that “whole child” as being handed to the shocked former “lifelong” leftists now fighting with us, such as Robert F. Kennedy Jr., Mark Crispin Miller, Naomi Wolf, Cat and Colleen McGuire, John Kirby, Libby Handros, and so many more. I’ve never had so many friends on the left as I do now. They’re asking me about viruses and biology. I’m no longer feeling inferior, under, or weird.
I hear them wonder what happened to the left they thought they knew, and I just think to myself: “They haven’t changed. Covid just hadn’t arrived yet, so their masks, no pun intended, were still affixed. They’ve always been pharmaceutical brutalists, in my experience.”
The left has split in half many times before. Over, say….Stalin. Its factions are many and varied, but this split is of such a magnitude that they pretty much share no values anymore—the pro-mandate/vaxx crowd and the more humanist left. Will both try to keep the word “left?” Whatever the new “left” is, it seems to me to be devoted to truth. I never felt this from the left before, so I feel I am entering a party with sparkling glasses, in that regard at least. The beginning of restoration, after so many years of relentless beatings over my “deadly virus” denialism and overt hostility to the pharmaceutical cartels.
We’re finally thrown into the whale’s belly, together. And we’re going to get out, together.
This is not an autopsy. The freedom movement is alive and well. This morning, I got a text from my friend Tom Kudla:
We’re perpetually hooked into digital fantasies of what is “happening,” via our selected social media portals. Too much is happening. But is it happening-happening? Some people who have been arrested were dumped off somewhere, not genuinely arrested—arrested for show. But not others. They couldn’t arrest people legally, is my understanding, as they were not breaking the law.Now we learn that the cops were not cops, they were UN imports.
Link: UN planes descend on Ontario.
End of Part 1: In Part 2, which follows as the next post, Paul Bell will tell us what he knows about Benjamin Dichter.