Letters from Vienna #33
The Varieties of Police Experience
My thirty-third letter isn’t devoted to the Freemasons but rather the police in Austria whose number, if one feels the urge to call them, is 133.
To talk about “the police” in Austria is as nonsensical as any other generalisation. Some know all about the Depopulation/Great Reset agenda, some ignore it, some are heroes, some: swine. Perhaps though: that is an unfair assessment. Perhaps more accurate is the determination that some of the roles they play are admirable and some less so. Or perhaps it is a combination of the two. Who knows what impulse motivates oneself let alone that of the other? A variety of passions invariably war within every breast. Everybody can move up toward goodness or down toward evil at any given time.
I have never been frightened of the police and this letter will show neither fear nor favour. I choose though, quite deliberately, not to talk of the more nefarious activities or individual actions of a tiny minority of policemen or women for a very simple reason: in the current crisis the police have shown themselves to have acted, on the whole, in the public interest and if future historians choose to write about the beginning of the end of the current reigning Kleptocracy then they might well pinpoint that moment on the demonstration in Vienna in January 2021, which I had the privilege to witness.
From what I could see from a live feed on RT in the Internet the police and demonstrators looked set for violent confrontation. By the time I arrived however the event had become quite peaceful. It looked more like the police were protecting the weary-looking demonstrators, who have not infrequently been, incorrectly, abused as “right-wing”, than suppressing them.
One of the aims of the Scamdemic, I realised at the time, was to make demonstration an impossibility. Demonstrators, many opined, were criminal or at best irresponsible. They would inevitably spread the non-existent disease! Yet, not surprisingly: that never happened while a local court determined that there was insufficient evidence to justify a ban.
I decided to retain my position of impartial observer although I was urged to join in. There was good reason for this. I felt the historic importance of the event and realised that it was extremely important to bear witness.
Yet I couldn’t, at one and the same time, refrain from feeling extreme emotion. I was filled with admiration at the demonstrators, some young (carrying placards of mice in labs), some old (there was even a very old lady on crutches), some Austrians and some from further afield, and equal admiration for the police, who’d chosen to adopt the role of protector rather than oppressor.
The police are tasked with imposing the absurd and ridiculous mask mandate at demonstrations yet only rarely do they use violence to actually do so. Usually a civil discussion ensues and only rarely, if someone happens to be a radical refusenik, are individuals fined or accompanied away. As a rule, most are given two options: either they leave the demonstration or they don a face nappy, and the vast majority comply.
Austrians aren’t born revolutionaries (it was once said of them: who should expect revolution from a people too frightened to walk on the grass?) so, when they do demonstrate and demonstrate continually and relentlessly this should be noted as a significant fact.
A large part of the crowds at the demonstrations come from the provinces and only rarely does one see cool, urban hipsters at a parade. They have relegated themselves, quite voluntarily to the dustbin of history and have shown themselves to be ignorant, arrogant, cowardly, foolish or simply wholly irrelevant.
The fact that the police identify with the ordinary people who demonstrate and, to a large extent share their values and attitudes, even their political orientation (many identify with the FPÖ, who are extremely critical of the “Corona measures”) explains why dialogue instead of violence has, up until now, been possible.
In January 2021 the people spoke in a civil and unadulterated fashion and the police listened. This has much to do with the respect with which the police are regarded; the average Austrian likes and admires them. Undoubtedly the “Globalists” or “Mr. Global” as Catherine Austin Fitts like to call the powers that be, regard this “fraternisation” with considerable ire. What it is in reality is a unity of the people, a people long oppressed and long exploited, long betrayed and lied to by a corrupt and arrogant establishment, a people no longer willing to live on its knees.