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It’s very, very, very, strange

Four years later, I’m still stunned by how quickly most Americans surrendered to fascism:

News media: “There’s a new Wuhan flu.”

Most Americans: “Welp, I guess the only choice is to burn the Constitution, turn against our neighbors, destroy the economy, and inject ourselves with toxic gene therapies!”

Yes, it was planned years in advance. Yes, they spent billions of dollars on propaganda. Yes, people were afraid. But that still does not explain how profoundly strange it was for an entire society to repudiate all of its values in an instant.

There were a few nurses during those early days of Covid who strongly suggested I needed therapy. This was the result for openly sharing the following: I hadn’t seen a pandemic, I didn’t trust the science, I was against forced medical experimentation and defecating on informed choice, AND I believed the shots were killing people.

Because I was traumatized from not seeing a pandemic while hearing about dead bodies piling up, watching the flu being coded as “Covid-19”, forced to witness experimental medications being given with unknown side effects, watching moms and babies separated, knowing patients were forced to die alone, and witnessing sudden death with severe injury post vaccination, I agreed to talk to someone.

Finding a therapist is never easy, but during Covid-19, the challenge was exceptional.

The above illustration was my first attempt. Needless to say, I did not return.

She went into the category of…Another One Bites The Dust!

Suzanne O'Keeffe

It is terror of letting go of all one’s belief systems, all one’s trust, that is blocking acknowledgement of the truth and the anger … and the consequences of that anger … that would result. People do not know how to process these overwhelming emotions, so, for their own survival in a way, they suppress and repress them.

One day, the CEO of a colostomy bag manufacturer called Shappens noticed their sales had peaked.

“Ideas on the table PDQ if you want to keep your job!” Merde commanded the marketing team, adopting his always-be-closing tone.

“Well, there has been a nice spike in colon cancer thanks to our partners over at Pfizer and Mod—” one enterprising ambiguity named Marl piped up, tapping their heels nervously.

“Lotta damn help they’ve been, warp-turboing our customers into the crematorium!” Merde steamed. “We need our marks alive!”

“Maybe we can ask them to dial back the toxicity a bit,” Jakes offered.

“No, dammit. That’ll only give us a couple years. We need recurring revenue for life! The younger, the better.”

“What if we told people colostomy bags are the only way for people to avoid dying of poopitis and anyone who thinks disgusting colon pooping is healthier is a crazy anti-ostomier conspiracy theorist?” Guano asked.

“Bonus points for Guano! Who’s next?”

“Speaking of the WHO, we can get them to declare a public health emergency for poopitis and issue a statement recommending colostomy bags!” Marl jumped at the opportunity to redeem themself.

“Boo-yah!” Merde slapped the conference table.

“Why don’t we go whole hog and expand the campaign to include urostomy bags?” Guano suggested. “We could offer two-for-one deals and partner up with medical facilities to expedite the procedures, maybe even administer them in drugstores!”

Merde fist-bumped him.

“Do we need to invent a different condition for the urostomies, or should we just attach it to poopitis for simplicity?” Scat asked.

“Let’s get the focus groups and polls going and see what sticks to the wall,” Merde said. “We might need an all-in-one to cover both, but poopitis is damn catchy. Novel poopitis even better.”

“Peepitis!” Scat exclaimed. “Novel poopitis and peepitis.”

“Genius, Scat,” Merde said.

“How will people know they’ve got poopitis or peepitis?” Winnet interjected.

“We’ll make a test they can stick up their butt or pee on with an 80-percent positivity rate,” said Guano. “Tell people they won’t know they’ve got it unless they take the test, which will be required for work, school, military, what-have-you. Create a subsidiary to produce them so it doesn’t look like there’s a conflict of interest.”

“What about symptoms?” she asked.

“That’s the beauty of it,” said Guano. “You make up some vague crap that applies to most people, say others are asymptomatic, and let the test do the rest.”

“And get the news to run a 24/7 ticker count of cases,” said Scoop.

“But is that really enough to make people get such an extreme procedure?” Winnet inquired.

“You really are new to this, aren’t you,” Jakes laughed. ...

The most "educated" are simply the most compliant.

Many scientists don't realize they are regarded as intelligence assets. Once their discoveries have been made and they are plumbed, they are expendable, especially if they think they have the right to rant and editorialize and step on political toes.

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Fauci is a fucking psychopath. Read RFKJ's book about that bastard. They knew Remdesivir didn't work.