We were the first generation to live through a live-fire drill for mass control. They called it a pandemic, but anyone paying attention could see it was a psychological experiment on a planetary scale. A virus—real enough (or not), but exaggerated beyond recognition—became the perfect pretext for a global obedience test. We learned to fear our neighbors, accept suspended liberties as the price of safety, and view reality through screens instead of senses. The real lesson wasn't about medicine. It was about conditioning. It proved you could put a population into permanent anxiety and tribal hysteria without ever showing them a body in the street. The battlefield wasn't physical—it was psychological.

Soon, we might expect the sequel, and it's going to be worse. But it won't be a Plandemic this time. It'll come in the form of a narrative: that America is headed for civil war. You'll hear it everywhere—on cable news, in your feed, from AI-generated "whistleblowers" who don't exist. And the beauty of it, for those running the game, is that it doesn't even have to happen. It just has to feel like it's happening.