A Word to VaXXX Cultists

https://youtu.be/0uW_z73kMpA

Don’t answer me. I don’t need your answers. I found my own, and it didn’t really take much work at all.

You need to answer these for yourself:

• If the vaXXXes are so safe and effective, why do the authorities need to issue gag orders to keep people from saying they’re not?

• If the vaXXXes are so safe and effective, why have so many people reported severe harm and even death from them?

• If the vaXXXes are so safe and effective, why do so many people ignore and dismiss like a knee-jerk every report of harm they here without the slightest intention of looking into them to see what’s really going on?

It’s never happened quite like this before: so many hurt in the face of such brazen, callous denial and brazen, aggressive suppression.

The facts were clear and glaring 5 years ago, and everything that has happened since—including the blubbering and blathering and bloviating of people who don’t like my conclusions but don’t have enough confidence in their own to let the truth speak for itself—has only confirmed and further exposed what was obvious to me then.

I looked for the truth, I found the truth, and the lies of liars and those who believe lies have been progressively shot down, shut down, blown to shit, and pulverized—and I didn’t need to do a damn thing, just watched it happen.

That’s how truth works.

How do lies work?

By the same aligned forces telling you out one side of their mouths that the vaXXXes were safe and effective, that they’d do all kinds of things that they immediately failed to do, and out the other side of their mouths placed gag orders, blackwashed, and hounded anyone that contradicted them, stripping them of their credentials, licenses, and livelihoods if they refused to bend the knee and kiss the ring.

If you can’t see how this works, and if you at this point refuse to look—because that’s the only way, now, that you could fail to see exactly how it worked right in front of your face—then you are a liar, too. If you defend it as “science”, you don’t know science from a steaming pile of shit.

And, as a liar, you’re doomed.

You will be found out. The probability of getting away with it is zero. No, not because I say so. I say so because it is so.

Sure, maybe you’ll die before you’re exposed, so you won’t be around to face the music—but the music will play. Those who should have been able to appreciate and honor you won’t be able to, because you robbed them of the opportunity.

It’s bizarre to see how far grown people will go to lie and protect their lies and their fellow liars.

They say honesty is the best policy. Only liars say that. That’s like saying sanity is the best policy.

Honesty isn’t a virtue—it’s the only thing that actually works, ever, because it’s the only thing that keeps you connected to reality.

We call being disconnected from reality, “psychosis”.

You think you can play with psychosis and not get burned. You think you can sever connections with reality without suffering harm.

You’re such a master, you. So clever and shrewd, patting yourself on the back for a game of lies well-won in your cave of purple haze delusions.

And you think we don’t see it.

You sad, sad sap: we see you. You’re loud and clear. We see exactly what you’re doing—but there you are, deceived still, thinking there’s a chance you’ll get it over on us.

The reason you think like that is: you’re already submerged, deep, in the psychosis—where skill in dishonesty seems like power; where holding hostage the keys of knowledge about what’s really going on seems like advantage; and where gathering other psychotics together, meeting for circle jerks serves as your proof of right and truth.

Your psychosis is what attracts you to lies and liars, and why you’re repulsed by unvarnished truth and unapologetically honest people. It’s why people who obviously have more confidence in their truths than you do in your lies pose such a threat to you. It’s why they rile and aggravate you. It’s why you feel like calamity is sure if they’re allowed to continue.

“Hell, NO!” you say. No, they by all means must be shut down for the “greater good”.

You fool. Honest people not only don’t behave like you—they feel absolutely no need to.

That’s why you and your lies are so unmistakable.

Honest people have something you never will: they know they’re honest. They love the truth and know it. They know their confidence rests on a rock. They know it’s a rock because they dug and pickaxed and hammered away at it—and it didn’t budge.

You? Test and criticize and try to shatter your own beliefs? Perish the thought! You’re too busy with your rubber bands and plastic wrap and super glue and Band-Aids, desperately trying to stick your lies together and keep your schemes intact, operating from the shadows and dark corners so that no one will see it’s all a sham.

The honest are nothing like you.

They’re not the least bit afraid of information that contradicts and challenges them and calls their ideas into question. THEY LOVE THAT SHIT. That’s where the good stuff is. That’s where the learning is. That’s where the wonders are.

You don’t wonder—you just shoot that shit down, as if it were a school of sharks trying to bite chunks out of your pitiful little rubber band and plastic wrap and super glue and Band-Aid lifeboat.

The honest are swimming in the water you think will drown you, playing with the dolphins you’re adamant are sharks in drag, and you tell us “good riddance” as you desperately bail and plug and patch.

Like I said, psychotic.