I know of only ways to deal with a mob. They are useful to keep handy if you intend to be a good globalist and keep the peasants from getting too playful.
Summary: The “yellow vests” movement in France has the classic form of a peasants’ protest. It has the usual causes – and a uniquely modern twist that almost guarantees its failure. Just like the Occupy and Tea Party movements in America. “President Emmanuel Macron talks about the end of the world while we are talking about the end of the month.” — Slogan of the Yellow Vest movement.
Since we wouldn’t want the cute little peasants to hurt themselves by running with the scissors, we have to manage the little dearies until they go play safer NPC games like Tax Slave, Media Drone, or PornoFap. You keep them tired, you keep them busy and keep them broke. That way your pissy little peasantry won’t break anything that they can’t eat or pay for, like downtown Ferguson for example. Since we wouldn’t like to see Beautiful People like Bono, Al Gore or George Clooney have their perpetual vacations disturbed, let’s go over what you do to handle a mob.
A chastened French President Emmanuel Macron surrendered Monday to the demands of protesters who have shut down much of the country over the past month, offering wage hikes and tax cuts starting next year while signaling a retreat from his greater plan to overhaul France’s heavily regulated economy and generous social welfare system.
Addressing the nation on television after weeks of seclusion, Mr. Macron called the protesters’ grievances “deep and in many ways legitimate” and asked businesses to help quell their anger. “I would ask all employers who can, pay an end-of-year bonus to their employees,” said Mr. Macron, who just 19 months ago won an overwhelming election victory that handed him a massive mandate in the national legislature as well.
Then, once the peasants are dispersed, you can identify a few of the smart guys and provocateurs who started this mess and send over a few of the boys to get medieval on their, um, posteriors. Once the leaders are all turned into hideous examples, and crowds are all back in Stixville working the straw, you can just go back to screwing them over exactly the way you intended to before. With the threat point of violent collective action removed, you can then take back every one of those cumbersome concessions that you gave them.
You co-opt their leadership and march them off into a swamp somewhere. Get them out of position to torch, smash or hurt anything or anyone that your little, elitist clique really cares about. Great Amerikan orator Malcolm X describes exactly how this works in Washington, DC in his “Message to The Grass Roots.”
When they found out that this black steamroller was going to come down on the capital, they called in Wilkins; they called in Randolph; they called in these national Negro leaders that you respect and told them, “Call it off.” Kennedy said, “Look, you all letting this thing go too far.” And Old Tom said, “Boss, I can’t stop it, because I didn’t start it.” I’m telling you what they said. They said, “I’m not even in it, much less at the head of it.” They said, “These Negroes are doing things on their own. They’re running ahead of us.” And that old shrewd fox, he said, “Well If you all aren’t in it, I’ll put you in it. I’ll put you at the head of it. I’ll endorse it. I’ll welcome it. I’ll help it. I’ll join it.”
A matter of hours went by. They had a meeting at the Carlyle Hotel in New York City. The Carlyle Hotel is owned by the Kennedy family; that’s the hotel Kennedy spent the night at, two nights ago; [it] belongs to his family. A philanthropic society headed by a white man named Stephen Currier called all the top civil-rights leaders together at the Carlyle Hotel. And he told them that, “By you all fighting each other, you are destroying the civil-rights movement. And since you’re fighting over money from white liberals, let us set up what is known as the Council for United Civil Rights Leadership. Let’s form this council, and all the civil-rights organizations will belong to it, and we’ll use it for fund-raising purposes.”
Let me show you how tricky the white man is. And as soon as they got it formed, they elected Whitney Young as the chairman, and who [do] you think became the co-chairman? Stephen Currier, the white man, a millionaire. Powell was talking about it down at the Cobo [Hall] today. This is what he was talking about. Powell knows it happened. Randolph knows it happened. Wilkins knows it happened. King knows it happened. Everyone of that so-called Big Six — they know what happened. Once they formed it, with the white man over it, he promised them and gave them $800,000 to split up between the Big Six; and told them that after the march was over they’d give them $700,000 more. A million and a half dollars — split up between leaders that you’ve been following, going to jail for, crying crocodile tears for. And they’re nothing but Frank James and Jesse James and the what-do-you-call-’em brothers.
At this point you need to come to some sort of understanding. Your pied piper is going to expect his pay. If you are fortunate, you just deal with an ignorant sensualist who will lead the mob off a cliff and go away happy as long as he gets his nose candy and the White Woman sucking off his dick. If you are up against a shrewd operator, they will still take care of your mob issue for you, but there’s going to be a long-term price. A new faction has just joined your previously more exclusive elite. To quote an old Mel Gibson film; It’s become a ride-along, Porter.
Macron is at that point right now. The hard left is offering to go lead his off to Howard Dean Land where the sidewalk ends. He just needs to get rid of a few meddlesome policies like university admission reform and reduced industrial regulation. If he does that, and adds a few more ministers of a certain philosophical bent (which slant-rhymes with harpist), than he shouldn’t have any difficulty keeping his day job at all.
Once the mob decides their existences are pointless, their future is bleak, your government is a tyranny, and chucking Molotov cocktails beats weaving sad and drearies strands of a pointless life in a Satanic Mill, they aren’t going home the easy way. At that point, The Bonus Army gets to meet MacArthur and Patton. That’s how it goes when the peasants get too frivolous in their playtime.
The French have deployed increasingly harsher measures against the rioters. We’re getting some pretty sweet footage of French enforcers using the water hoses the way Birmingham Sheriffs used them on Martin Luther King, Jr. Once the French Authorities get more angry and the mob increasingly no longer cares if they come back alive, the repression will have to be escalated until live, lethal rounds are fired.
This Chinese Solution is hard. It’s a test of just how entitled you truly feel. If you can sell yourself as the fountainhead of order and get your military to obey, you can crackdown hard on the crackheads. Nothing gets the human weeds off your lawn like a well-oiled shotgun. But you have to be the sort of guy who has no problem pulling a fairly large number of weeds. Macron may find himself asked just how much of his people’s blood will he sacrifice at the temple of civil order in the interest of maintaining his own plush existence. If he isn’t down with the thug life enough, his family will find The Winter Palace a very unpleasant place this particular winter.
There is an ultimate, final solution to the mob.
Having watched this video:
I can only conclude we’re all destined to choose the fourth path in the end. Maybe we need to organize a way to make it work since it is increasingly becoming the inevitable death-rattle of our society of today.