Elton John. Finally Gone. In More Ways than One.

A Sideways take on why Elton has turned his back on Twitter.

Elton Hercules John has announced with the kind of dramatic flurry that perhaps only he can muster, that he is leaving Twitter. In a pompous, self-righteous tweet, he proclaimed:

“All my life I’ve tried to use music to bring people together. Yet it saddens me to see how misinformation is now being used to divide our world….”

He has decided, not to leave exactly, but, “to no longer use Twitter,” given the change in policy that “will allow misinformation to flourish unchecked.”

This of course, comes in the wake of Elon Musk’s takeover of the social media platform and the resulting fanfare over freedom of speech. The type of person who gained a twitter death sentence included such miscreants as Robert Malone, Peter McCullough, Jordan Peterson, and of course, President Donald Trump.

Musk has been busy. Although he has not seen fit to re-instate everyone guillotined for their incorrect opinions, it is beginning to look interesting. Musk has gone digging and turned up quite a haul. The child abuse issues are especially sickening, and I’m not sure the former Reginald Kenneth Dwight has seen fit to comment on those.

Of course, Elton really wants to let us know that he is still around, still important, and (if you like) that he’s “still standing, better than he ever did.” When you’ve been known as Mister Outrageous, the top pop showman, it all gets rather tired as you settle into old age gracefully when you really want to do it disgracefully, but no longer have whatever it takes. (“Look at me, look at me everyone! I have an announcement to make!”)

But wait a minute. Who or what is Elton John? Elton John is not so much a person, as a brand. This brand was once all for liberation, albeit centred around gay liberation, but freedom nevertheless, and certainly the freedom to express the controversial.

You could not make this up. The advertisement that started Reg’s career stated: “Liberty wants Talent.”

Reggie Dwight, a lower middle class bespectacled boy with his piano lessons and his musical fantasies, would surely reel back in horror at the pudgy headmaster persona Sir Elton has apparently become. Perhaps little Reggie would find the strange clash of gaudy glitter with metaphorical finger wagging rather embarrassing and faintly comical. I know I do.

When you’ve been on the side that screams for freedom, freedom from forced medication, freedom to hear alternative opinions, freedom from rich oligarchs, it is stretching one’s credulity to see yet another rich, and now titled upstart, and one renowned for wastefulness, preaching piously about misinformation from his woke pulpit.

Why should we pay any attention to what Sir Reggie Popinjay has to say anyway? Elton is a man who can bang out a tune on the piano, and he was no shining light of academic scholarship, yet perhaps I’m being mean to critique his piano technique. Whatever, he is certainly not medically qualified to comment on the injections, if that’s what he means by “misinformation.” Which brings me to the question of how he could know what is, or is not, “misinformation” in the current climate.

Well, like everyone these days, he is told what is, or is not, “misinformation.” We all know now that “misinformation” is anything that contradicts government medical advice in a “pandemic” (another shibboleth to be deconstructed) but that in reality, it is anything that might run against a pre-prepared narrative rolled out by the very rich and powerful to control ordinary people. Well done Elton!

We have learned from Mattias Desmet that the mass formation propaganda game that the authorities have been playing requires a total immersion in the mirage. Anything that breaks the spell has to be stamped on as quickly as possible, lest the mass formation breaks down. Propaganda requires heavy censorship as the recent The Real Anthony Fauci film explained. And Sir Reggie obliges with a featherweight rebuke to ordinary people as he sidles on up to the powerful. Now that he’s up there in the world of stardom, he has not only pulled up the ladder, but those little fat platform boots are doing quite a lot of kicking downwards.

Reggie moves with the royals, yet doing so does not make him royal. He is a pawn rather than a queen. People listen to him perhaps because they remember Saturday Night’s Alright for Fighting, or those giant spectacles, the glitter, the sequins, and, some admittedly catchy tunes. Sir Elton is supported by his back catalogue and erstwhile drug-addled performances. He might also be remembered for a sham marriage and the struggles over his sexuality. In other words, his struggle to tell the truth, his difficulty in accepting himself, and (it might be said) his running away from himself. “I was living a lie,” he is reported to have said about his failed marriage.

I suppose in this way, Sir Elton’s brand as it were, can be seen itself as “misinformation.” It is an avatar, an image we see talking down to us, chiding us about “protecting people” and his rich oligarchical concepts of what is or is not true. It is a fake version of reality that we are being lectured about and instead of seeing opinions tested by alternative opinions, and their living or dying on merit, Sir Elton, like many a celebrity lefty, knows in advance what is true. The mantra, as always: We know best!

Will his pronouncements sway his fans? Possibly some have rolled up their sleeves in homage to a once favourite, but now faded pop star. Goodbye Yellow Brick Road indeed, as the curtain in that most favoured of films in the gay oeuvre, revealed a sad little excuse for a (pin ball) wizard.

However, fans ain’t what they used to be, and Diana has long gone. The crazy fans of old have grown up, gotten married and have their own families. Where Sir Elton still inhabits a world of make-believe, a house of illusions he built to shield himself from reality, they have increasing mortgage payments, interest-rate increases, food shortages and for around a thousand families extra per week, death hovers over their lives when it need not have.

The irony is that in the looking glass Covidian world, everything is reversed. Misinformation is information. Yesterday’s conspiracy theories are today’s effortless (world) government policy.

What is Elton actually hoping to achieve with this latest twittish performance? Has he not yet understood that “Mr Science” himself, Anthony Fauci’s role in the AIDS debacle ought to make Elton one of the fiercest critics of this whole sorry affair. Elton ought to be shouting from the top of his pop voice about all of this, because it has happened before after all.

It was Anthony Fauci whose iron grip on research funding fostered a culture of fear and silence, enabling him to exploit the so-called AIDS virus in the 1980s. AIDS, contrary to the ferocious media propaganda, was not caused by infection, rather its cause was the use of certain recreational drugs. However, the drugs that were supposed to alleviate AIDS actually caused AIDS sufferers’ significant harm. In the book Virus Mania: How the Medical Industry Continually Invents Epidemics, Making Billion Dollar Profits at Our Expense, the sorry stories of Rudolf Nureyev, Freddie Mercury and Arthur Ashe are outlined as part of a detailed examination of how many were convinced to take AZT, only for it to be the most likely cause of their deaths.

It is now increasingly clear that viruses are exploited by a medical mafia, headed by Fauci. Robert Kennedy Jr.’s The Real Anthony Fauci: Bill Gates, Big Pharma and the Global War on Democracy and Public Health draws upon a wide range of research clearly demonstrating Fauci’s central role in the AIDS and AZT scandal which formed the model for today’s Covidian nightmare.

Rather than side with the (gay) victims in all of this, instead, we have Sir Elton’s AIDS Foundation with its exhortations that everyone has the “right to a healthy life,” asking “you” to “choose love and compassion.” Many in the current climate would be pleased not to have to choose between having a job and remaining free of mRNA induced blood clots and the myriad of other, now publicly known, dangerous side effects. Many would be thrilled to exercise their “right” to lead a healthy life, without government interference at the behest of big corporations seeking to make vast sums of money out of them. Above all, a little more of that “love and compassion” towards those who question the powerful would not go amiss, Elton.

There is a clue to what is really going on in the Foundation’s mission statement, full of technocratic language, not very rock ‘n’ roll, about ending the AIDS “epidemic” by 2030. And, hey presto, we have the magic number! What else is Elton signalling by using the date 2030 if not his full support of Agenda 2030, the target for the great WEF reset?

And here we have the greatest indicator of what is really behind Elton’s little outburst. Those pious remarks are not concerned with any engagement with truth in any way we used to understand it. He has no sense that if his version of reality is so solid, it would withstand any number of challenges from naysayers. Yet in common with the WEF it is precisely because he knows that his “foundation” is not so much a grounding as a chimera. And that is why challenges are now construed as misinformation, and as such are not allowed to sully the fantasy world Elton so loves.

So, to the question everyone is asking. Is Elton planning to own nothing, to have no privacy and to be happy about it? Will he be supping at the top table with Klaus and the gang? Somehow, I think not.

It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside, that I get whenever I see the word “foundation” these days.

And another song:

“I’m not the man they think I am at home, oh no, no, no. I’m a Rocket man.”

“And all this science, I don’t understand, It’s just my job five days a week, A rocket man.”

No, Elton. Reg. You’re not the man I thought you were at all. Once a liberty loving rebel, a flamboyant man of the people, a rags to riches phenomenon. An over-the-top entertainer with a penchant for all things floral. Now stamping his platforms on misinformation and human faces forever.

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Pictures of Elton lookalikes from various web promotional sites. Like I said, it’s a brand.