Reconcile

This whole movie is Pinky and Jacky going through the big final meltdown before coming out for public that I'm a dissociated person. I'm beginning to realize why I never watched anything outside of explosions and sci-fi. I couldn't handle seeing myself yet.

I mean, if you think it's hard coming out about being alt sexual and stuff, imagine dealing straight on about your mental illness that you've subconsciously covered all your life. 

I think that's why Pinky went on braincation. It got overwhelmingly real. 

And this is my brain finally starting to reconcile.

better than a franchise egg sandwich

I am very proud of this person. I wish they all looked like this, seriously.

Remember those giant eggs we're getting in a few posts back? This one I just cracked had two full sized eggs in it. 

It will be going into a sandwich.

This is half of a 'savory pancake', which is a pancake spread out super thin like a crepe and lots of cooked bacon bits and shredded cheese cooked into it. I should have added chopped green onions. I haven't eaten any kind of wheat bread since 2014, this is a mix with mostly rice flour.

I need double cheese, one under, one over.

And voila. You can adapt this concept to just about anything.

Most of these snips click out to sources. 👇

So Robert is making The Amazing Maurice for me because he knows I love Terry Pratchett. Click this next snip to go there and see more.

It is from this book.

I need to get back to my cities in Elvenar, tournaments start in a hot 30 minutes and I'm already in the labs in several spires. Have a pretty fresh drop from one of my faves.

but can it really be so serious

 

Sometimes I'm not aware of what is triggering me and it all sneaks up and suddenly I hear myself telling myself something like "There are only 8 days from Dad's birthday to Mom's death day." (They're both gone.)

And then I'm surprised, like how could I not even realize what day it is? I had realized about an hour earlier that I've already completely missed my daughter's anniversary and her husband's birthday this month, and it hasn't been a full month since I got back from Texas.

So I'm losing time real bad again, apparently, and not sure why but I almost had a weepy meltdown at appt with my primary today (before I heard myself tell myself the countdown in the parking lot afterward), and I must've been really obvious because my primary talked me into a prescription for anxiety, very low dose buspar. Which I tried years ago and another doctor pulled me off after 3 days because I I was so fabulous on it that I very nearly called a customer a bitch with a big gracious smile on my face. I have no filter on buspar, but if I'm remembering the medication right, my family loved me on it and was sorry to see it go away so quickly. Years later I finally realize it's not pills that scare me, it's that I dissociate without warning, and that makes it feel like I have no control over my life when I'm on anything.

At any rate, parts of my head seem to be openly and sometimes very abruptly communicating with me nowadays, and maybe it's time now to really try something that'll knock the PTSD out of the way.

And now, for some reason, I'm watching an old Kristi McNichol movie on Tubi (Only When I Laugh), never saw it before and never planned to, and I recall that I've been randomly remembering old Hayley Mills movies all week, as well.

Something about my new blood pressure pill breaking through all the recent hyperthyroid hypertension has really busted open something in my head. I have no idea where this is going. I just know one of me inside my head was very relieved we were getting a prescription to try, and I know that because I actually felt that and the other reactions at the same time. I've been super pill phobic for years, thanks to a series of doctors throwing pills at me for years without properly monitoring or following up and all kinds of things going wrong. All I can say is since I met this doctor last summer, everything in my life has been getting better and better, and it's getting easier and easier to trust her. I could have avoided a lot of stuff I'm going through right now if I'd allowed her to talk me into more changes earlier on. She saw all this coming. She didn't say that or rub it in or anything, but she never dismissed me, either, like a couple doctors I've had who kept throwing opioid and head pills at me instead of readjusting meds I was already on for legitimate physical and mental complications created by the meds not being dosed properly.

This movie is making me cry. Maybe next time I'll look for That Darn Cat or something.

You guys know I blog out in the open so my psychologist can keep an eye on me if he wants to, right, because I can't go back, there is too much dissent in my head. I'm sure some of you picked up on this last year.

I bet Joker's dad was really a Mennonite who ran away from his family over secrets he took to the grave. And I bet his mom took even more secrets to her grave. I bet Batman could learn a lot from Joker's childhood.

I openly blog all my secrets, and now my kid is publishing a series of zombie stories. I like my kid, she turned out really cool in spite of me.

"I believe whatever doesn't kill you makes you... stranger." Wonder if Joker's dad smothered him to death to make the screams stop while he was hurting him and then resuscitated him.

I know a few people might not ever forgive me for saying stuff like that.

secrets

I know, right, some of you are checking your watches (and calendars) for the next write up in my Tom watch series, and I daresay someone even tapped a foot over the Star Labs blog I created and then left dangling because real life. Lotta real life. I barely have the TV on most days over last few months, and when it is on it's more a basic weather check than anything. You know, like making sure we're not under a tornado warning or something.

click pic for IMDb
screenshot from my TV while I was watching
The Capture of the Green River Killer

Plus I keep hearing there's going to be major disruption for some older phones and internet sites because of the expiring certificate thing, and promises of another huge intel dump about the same time. For those absolutely not paying any attention whatsoever, we've been through the huge wikileaks final dump, the very huge McAfee dump, several other very damaging dumps, and loads of it being blocked across all the medias across all the techs because someone doesn't want you reading any of that. This new dump coming is going into a Durham's telegram account, which will very shortly become a protected account if it already hasn't, and only those subbed will be able to read it, likely so that Telegram can't be forced to delete that account. You know, like they kept deleting anything remotely tied to JFK Jr for a few months, among others. Laugh all you want so you don't question why in the world it was important enough to BLOCK.

Since I've been on top of so much stuff for so long (years), I'm kind of on break and putting my fingers in my ears lalalala for everyone in general. I know what the dumps are supposed to be about, I know the struggles they've had trying to get all this info out, and I could care less about both paid and unpaid opinionators, haters, and trolls filling up every conceivable crack with so much junk that the average curious person would give up very quickly trying to find anything useful any more on the internet about what is really going on. This is a real war. People are dying over it. Just because you can't clearly see it on a screen or monitor doesn't mean it isn't happening. In fact, that is your big red flag regarding complicity and cover ups. Billionaires who own medias don't want you to know things that are very damaging to them and all their buddies. Just keep watching your scheduled programming like a good little citizen. Don't stop and think things through, whatever you do.

Just bear in mind, if you are a nonbeliever, that the more you defend 'the narrative' (think Orwell), the more mass brainwashed you come across. I don't care how high your IQ is, how much you believe in whoever you are following, or what your street cred is on social medias, if you are defending narrative, you look absolutely rock dumb to me. You can't do anything but parrot what you are told on screens, go you. You assume everything you are told is truth without checking, sourcing, and validating for yourself for whatever reason, go you. You think our biggest threat is covid and all we gotta do is beat this thing, go you.

I'm fighting for my own life this year. Electronic surveillance and attacks are very real. When you are a good citizen, they leave you alone. When you question the narrative, you have a really crummy time and some people die. That's just how it is now. I've seen enough of that happening to the midnight riders worldwide that I can never again trust 'government'. Government is there to own you, to rule you, to tell you when to get up and go to bed, what to eat, what to wear, what to think, what to believe. Government is not your friend, it is your slave driver. Before you dismiss me, check the last time you could live and move freely without restrictions...

World. Wide. It's called NWO. Scoff all you want, you are a slave. You have no real rights. Even if you do. what. you. are. told. you have no real rights. You have allowances. If you don't find that disturbing enough to look into, you may have already drunk the koolaid.

A couple years ago, banks would call cops if you entered with and refused to remove sunglasses, hats, and any type of masking. Now it doesn't even matter. Everyone has been able to swath their entire heads and faces beyond recognition and waltz into banks. No one even turns or blinks any more when big guys all in chains and black waltz in anywhere with no way to see their faces, because we've all been trained to think covid. Personally, I find that really funny, because surveillance was originally set up for face recognition. Nowadays, it takes brave people to waltz into public places without covering up their faces. Think about that for a bit. And we are now trained to hate, dis, jeer, and torture people just for that. If you aren't questioning that, you may have drunk the koolaid, especially if you call yourself any kind of humanitarian, including Christian.

Jesus flipped the tables the money changers sat at in the temple. Amos warned the gatekeepers about picking on the downtrodden and bowing to the rich and the powerful, especially warned the priests for what they did in secret.

I wonder what all these rich and powerful people have been doing in secret. That they don't want you to know about. So much so that people are dying over trying to share what that secret is. All over the world.

Imagine what the world would be like if there weren't a big, horrible secret to keep.

Those of you who need distraction right now, here is a vid trail. You're welcome.

afoot

 

Everyone (in my teeny tiny circle) is talking about the synchronicity of me being on the verge of blowing up into overactive thyroid just in time to take on a whole month of round the clock nonstop baby care and household chores this summer, and then making it home in time for a full cardio team to catch me exploding into hypertensive crisis just in time. My latest self education research is all about mental stress induced ischemia, which is basically blood flow restriction in response to psychological stress. Here is a handy article I found if you are interested.

https://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2016/04/160403195916.htm 👈 click

I have the capability, which I've talked about before, of cutting my feelings completely off while I go handle very big things, and it's called delayed emotional response. It's been automatic since I was a kid. I have been learning over a few years to process a steady trickle of backlog to the point where I can now sometimes actually experience emotions in real time other than a hard irksome resistance that irritates other people, and I am able to feel more in the moment with my family. But sometimes when something big and hard comes at me very fast, I have the conscious option to simply flick a switch and shut all that off, thanks in part to a variety of childhood challenges that resulted in a sort of kaleidoscopic way of dealing in the now, like handing off a challenge to another part of me more capable of dealing, and then sliding back in when the challenge has passed. I've been learning how to 'share' memories on the inside so I don't compartmentalize like the old days, so I'm able to remember better than simply from a detached back seat driver state of mind.

More simply put, it was extremely fortuitous that I was physically able to stand in for my kiddo while she was dealing with the extremely challenging realization that she was meeting her mortality face to face with time rapidly ticking down until there were minutes to spare, according to the surgeon who worked on her. It was extremely beneficial that I didn't have to deal with having emotional meltdowns while her life hung in the balance, and it was so extremely handy that I was able to accomplish all this when she needed me the most, despite decades of fail and faceplant on my part.

She's ok, thank God.

So now I've been home about 4 weeks and it's time to pay the piper, as they say. 

I am learning that troponin levels can be associated with mental stress. Troponin is what they check to confirm heart attacks. I'm learning that a lifetime of mild troponin response from stress can be as damaging as an actual blood clot or other crisis related to heart disease. I'm obviously finding out what a lifetime default of 'fight or flight' does to people as they age, and now it's my turn to pay attention and hopefully get this smoothed out. (This seems unrelated to last January when I kept not breathing in my sleep until I nearly couldn't wake up and breathe at all. That isn't happening now.)

So this week several cardiologists apparently had a little conference about what to do with me, and then the nurses strongly encouraged me to hang out with them long enough to accept adapting to being on 3 blood pressure meds now (I would not have been compliant if I'd chosen to go home), since my emotional response can override anything anyone throws at me, including actual sedation, as seen in past events. I have such a strong fight or flight response, even after years of being coached down from a lifetime of high anxiety, that even on a day I think is going great and has been very peaceful, thank you delayed response, I can suddenly experience my chest, neck, and head going so tight that I have work just to breathe. I'm sure crashing down off my thyroid pills didn't help. The cardiologists strongly advised me to never do that again. Joke's on them, they never saw the 2012 crisis where I was supervised completely off it for longer than that just to keep me out of a hospital with the blood pressures I was dealing with, thanks to 2 decades of birth control screwing up other vital hormones.

Funny how none of this happened while we were all in actual in the moment crisis. I literally shoved everything aside and stepped up and super controlled all that while I needed to. I am very strong willed that way. (The story I tell of my dad pulling me out of ER right after a nasty accident is pretty telling of the way I can steel my will when I 'hand off' to another part of me.)

But now it's time to recover. I'm an old person again with palpitations galore that freak me out when I'm home alone for hours. Scott said I might need to start smoking pot, but I really don't wanna go that far. I'm not the best candidate for wise decision making even when I'm on top of my game, so I don't think getting a bit wasted is a good idea.

I guess the goal now is to relax. 😂😂😂 I may have to talk to my primary about chill pills. She's allowing me to keep a xanax prescription for lack of anything I'd be compliant on, and even these I break in half. I just really hate the idea of putting on weight, you know? I've lost 8 pounds so far during all this, and I vehemently do not want to put that back on. Meds are horrible for weight gain, and after years of handfuls of meds and finally slowly working my way off them and then working the weight back down over several more years, last thing I want is an anxiety pill making me eat like I'm on pot... *rolling my eyes*

👉 Every nervous giphy you could ever need or want 👈 click

And I don't even have any news on, lol. 😄

Distraction time.

In case you are wondering, as I do, whether directed radiation or even just electronics in general can hype up your thyroid, here you go.

The Effect of Electromagnetic Radiation due to Mobile Phone Use on Thyroid Function in Medical Students Studying in a Medical College in South India

I'm sure you could find more information along those lines. Interesting that I wasn't affected away from my home, though. Just have to keep saying that.

snake in the henhouse

I am learning things about chickens lately that I never knew, which is wild because I've been around chickens most of my life.

Apparently, thanks to a live webcam in the Quackerdome and other chicken owners in forums, some chickens will bump others off the roost at night on purpose, and a few will actually 'sleepwalk' while they're down on the ground. I'm not as obsessively curious as some people who share their stories about following chickens that seem to be walking around yards in the middle of the night in drunken stupors because they can't see, but the webcam has become a bit entertaining on nights I pop awake.

Lol, spider.

Snake! O_O

A flurry of activity in the dark later, it was a very dead snake. The last time we had a 5-foot snake in the henhouse, a hen completely stopped laying from the shock and never laid again. Her last egg that week was a weird crumbly calcium lump separate from a yolk lump. She lived a healthy life, just never laid again, probably because that snake showed up in broad daylight and scared everyone silly.

This was from 2015, I think.

Things.

1-

• Primary pulled me completely off synthroid for 3 days and I'm restarting on 2 dose levels lower than what I was on.
• Cardiologist was very concerned I spent an entire year going through extensive overnight testing twice and treatments for obvious symptoms of hyperthyroidism without addressing it directly.
• Since my endocrinologist tossed me back to primary before leaving practice without referring me to another endo, I'm now in line to establish with another endo, which could take awhile.
• In the meantime, we're operating on the premise that I'm overmedicated, but no one has yet scheduled testing for a full thyroid workup. I haven't had one of those in years.
• I seem to be responding pretty well to dropping the dose, so hopefully this is all it is.
• I keep remembering that several doctors and nurses told me my symptoms were psychological and that our brains can be very powerful, apparently even when we are sound asleep and symptoms are imminently threatening our lives, which doesn't make sense...
• I'm wondering how sanity suddenly returned to the medical field after I got back from Texas and *bing* it's all clicking into place now.
• My biggest most obvious comeback is that ALL my symptom-induced nightmares completely stopped after I moved out of my house for a month, and I was able to do things helping another family that I hadn't been able to do in years.
• Funny how the weird phone calls from publishers mostly stopped while I was gone, too.
• Someone explain to me how I'm living out in a secluded area and I'm hammered all year with misery and phone pokes, and I go to a big city for a month and it all stops and then I come back and *everyone* has dropped the 'psychological' part.

2-

• Our brand new AC, that we waited 2 months for, went out in a week. Turned out a lightning storm took out the new thermostat, and since they didn't have an exact replacement or even a next level thermostat in the truck, we wound up with a free brand new top of the line computerized thermostat with an app, so Scott is having fun with a new toy.
• I'm insisting that we remove a couple of giant trees next to the house before we put the new roof on (hail damage on the entire neighborhood last March, and we may be waiting till next spring for the tiles) on general principle since we've had to fix this roof several times and those trees are the next natural jinx in our future.
• I'm done with polyester sheets, I don't care how beautiful and nostalgic the print is. Back to the good cotton. It's refreshing being back in sheets that don't try to wrap along with me when I turn over in my sleep.

3-

This was the image going around, clicks to where I saw it, there it clicks to a source.

Even if something *could* happen, don't let mass fear ruin your day. A whole lot of information has been used in psyops last couple years, and the public is caught in the middle. They yank our chains continually on all sides on purpose. If it's not this it's something else, even a whole list of things that will somehow kill millions, ruin the planet, and threaten existence somehow. They've been doing this all our lives and we're trained to knee jerk, if not for one thing, then for another. They keep us all very jumpy so we'll keep medicating and self medicating and shopping and whatever. Pretty sure UFOs will invade the same week the sun explodes and half the world turns brown from something catastrophically going wrong with our environment while the rest of us die off from a plethora of freaky diseases. If you need a break from this kind of fear stress, turn off the tech. All of it. Take a real break from being 'informed'. Go enjoy something, or someone. Enjoy your life. Stop checking medias to see if you should be upset.

I love playing around with screenshots.

Ready for a vid trail?

Free stuff. You're welcome.

 

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Skip all this to the bottom. Hurry.

My all time top three posts here have been artificially inflated by two countries that aren't my own country. Artificially, as in obsessively opening particular posts over and over and over and over and over and over and over many times a day for weeks and months. I could assume links were shared, but if they were being hit that prolifically, there would be other places  hitting those posts. I mean, one of the countries was a fly by night thing, they showed up for few couple weeks and then it was over. The other country is like driving behind someone in the slow lane who left their blinker on and you are stuck behind them for many miles and you can't believe they haven't noticed yet. 

My husband is the sort of person who will never close tabs in his phone for years, so when he taps on things, it reopens really old pages. Sometimes I wonder if that is what is happening. These continual hits aren't being recorded by google analytics or another tracker I finally put on a few months ago, but I do have 5 locations in that country over the last year, and there are two in particular with the oldest dates. Perhaps they were tagged the first time they showed up and perhaps new posts they may have first hit, but since then it's continually the same sets of posts opening up over and over and over and over and over and over like someone is opening a set of tabs back up every time they turn on a phone or something. Maybe I should look up the operating systems in analytics and see if it's all one person.

Nope, just confirmed that what I can see on google analytics goes to completely different posts. So the daily multiple post tags showing up from blogger stats is someone else who is able to completely mask from my other trackers. Really tempted to pay for a tracker now that will give me ping details from their tech. It's amazing how you can triangulate someone down through their systems.

Meh. I'm not sure I care enough to pay money and spend time finding out what the crap.

Today is the longest time I've spent on a computer in months. MONTHS. Don't worry, I also did an hour walkercise with weights doing arm work and I got chores done.

So today I did this.

That's right, it's on ROKU!

https://channelstore.roku.com/details/aa3de745ff08e379788fbc59ad31574a/plandemic-indoctornation

I've been told to SHUT UP

Started earlier this week.

The AC/HVAC guys got here a day early, so we got central air back, yay!!! Cap'n Jack kept an eye on them working.

Got my mojang account moved to Microsoft, everything works great. Test drove one of my singleplayer minecraft worlds in java and didn't have a problem.

One of our chickens is laying really gigantic eggs.

I don't care how burnt black oatmeal cookies are, I'll always dig out the petrified raisins and eat them. I love hard, chewy, super caramelized raisins.

These are bats under our deck where you walk out of the basement.

This is guano.

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This is now.

I was visited just before I woke up this morning. Sometimes I sleep through Scott waking up and getting ready for work and even turning his computer on to play the tournaments before he leaves. I didn't wake up.

In the 10 minutes after he left the house, without me even knowing he was gone, my mind abruptly switched to a lucid experience that can't properly be labeled a nightmare or a vision. It was like a shared space with other people. The dream I'd been meandering through almost suddenly tightened up into a scripted scenario where I had mailed a letter to an old uncle (who died years ago) in which my last line before sealing and mailing it had been something about "I'm going to kill your cat". I can't even imagine putting that into a letter to anyone, but that was what started all the rest.

In this experience, Scott and I were sitting together at a small cafe table with other people and small tables all around it. It looked like a cafe to start but everything rolled out more like a classroom once the woman walked in. She was in uniform. She had come from the postmaster to question me about my letter. The letter had evidently been stopped at a big sorting center, held for review, then directed back to me with what looked like some kind of uniformed postal social worker or police or something, and when she laid the letter on the table in front of me, I could clearly see the envelope had been opened and the letter removed and marked up with notations.

The woman started out asking why I wrote that, quickly turned into demanding why I wrote that after I asked why the letter had even been opened, and when I pushed back with "This is surveillance, we live in a surveillance state" while all the other people stared at me, the woman stepped aside and a tall man appeared, also in uniform but clearly much higher in authority, and with a very angry look on his face hissed at me to shut up. So I, naturally, said it again, but louder, adding that we're supposed to have freedom and we're living in a surveillance state.

I thought he was going to blow a gasket. He pointed his finger at me like he wanted to jab me with it and started to talk a couple times, but each time he shut his lips very tightly and moved closer and closer, then started again, then finally was in my face hissing at me in German (that has never happened in my dreams before that I know of, I don't dream in other languages) while he gripped the back of my neck with his left hand and simultaneously covered my mouth with his right hand but still had his finger pointing in my face with his right hand while his face was right there in my face, and he was so extremely extremely pissed that I thought he was going to hurt me very badly.

I managed to whisper out "Ich nicht understand" because I forgot verstehe, even though I grew up with my dad speaking low German, and I sorta did understand but I was still fighting him to hold him off any way I could, even with just words, and as he was switching to SHUT UP, suddenly I was released and awake, just like that. I went from very physically struggling with someone threatening and hurting me to just plain awake. My heart thudded a few times and went back to normal pretty quickly, which was super weird considering all the times over the last 8 months that I've awakened to my heart pounding hard and fast for way longer, which landed me in hospital observation with a troponin level last January and skidded me through another sleep study and CPAP adjustment, and nothing was working and by June it was affecting me so much that my bloodwork was even getting screwed up and I went through holter monitor and another emergency room visit. The stress alone was affecting me very physically, and several doctors kept telling me it was psychological.

That all stopped when I landed in Texas for a month. Every bit of it.

I got back home and everything is pretty fine except I simply cannot use my CPAP any more. I hadn't used it in Texas at all, almost impossible with a new baby to get any regular sleep so I just didn't worry about it. Can't help wondering if CPAP can be used as part of a control technology.... 

And then today, after Scott left the house, I had a hard and fast 10 minute dream wherein I was threatened and even had hands laid on me, and I knew without a doubt I really was being told to SHUT UP.

I have documented that the very worst of all this started the next night after I published the Stefani post and I wound up in hospital for cardiac observation. Well, guess what. Yesterday I was in game in a group email that turned to covid, and basically what you get here is a private convo (letter to my uncle) in a public place (game group email) wherein I was immediately narrative trolled, and after that I simply left one link. Just one. What are the odds this weird dream experience telling me to SHUT UP would happen the night after I did something like that?

And check the dates. My original Stefani post is about her 911 vid. This week is 9/11.

Gamer One.

Gamer Two.

Me.

Gamer Three. (Told us she's a registered nurse.)

Pretty sure she meant contusions, which are bruises. And that patient broke her arm. 

Me.

Gamer Two. (ignoring that gamer three is a registered nurse who has a lot of experience with covid and completely supported me)

Me.

My takeaway is that Gamer Two is one of 2 things. Either Gamer Two is a pure brainwash to narrative and obediently parrots it back on cue because they've been trained to, or Gamer Two is a troll planted into game to bully people back into submission with 'truth' and 'science'.

Covid clearly has lost its way from the actual real scientific model.

I have posts in this blog that source covid test patents going back to 2015.

That link up there that spurred that narrative troll schooling me is at 

https://freedomplatform.tv/plandemic-indoctornation-world-premiere/

Feel free to give it a listen. I have no doubt I'm risking my life at this point. From holy cow, google.

Also this.

Urgent Announcement: COVID-19 is caused by Graphene Oxide introduced by several ways into the body - ORWELL CITY

In case you are interested in mind control technologies (I bring that up because dreamscapes are part of it) here is another link you can check out, plus more will come up with that phrase in search (mind control technology).

https://www.ohchr.org/Documents/Issues/Torture/Call/Individuals/Mindcontroltechnology.pdf

And I'm not going to just shut up. I'm tired of being bullied. From this would be working better if they had thought of a funner way to control us.

With all this covid distraction, we are being trained to tune out what doesn't seem dire and to go on full alert over the word covid. Let's get real. If this had been a smallpox scenario, like in the real Dark Winter simulations, a third of the world would already have died off by now.

Smallpox, because of its high case-fatality rates and transmissibility, represents one of the most serious biological warfare threats to the civilian population. In 1980, the World Health Assembly announced that smallpox had been eradicated and recommended that all countries cease vaccination. Although labs in two countries still officially store smallpox samples (U.S. and Russia), its re-appearance would almost certainly indicate an intentional outbreak.

Aerosol release of smallpox virus disseminated among a relatively small population could result in a significant epidemic. Evidence suggests the infectious dose is very small. Several factors are cause for concern: the disease has historically been feared as one of the most serious of all pestilential diseases; it is physically disfiguring; it bears a 30 percent case-fatality rate; there is no treatment; it is communicable from person to person. Vaccination ceased in this country in 1972, and vaccination immunity acquired before that time has undoubtedly waned. Prior to eradication, data on smallpox outbreaks in Europe indicated that victims had the potential to infect 10 to 20 others. However, there has never been a smallpox outbreak in such a densely populated, highly mobile, unvaccinated population such as exists today.

In 1947, in response to a single case of smallpox in New York City, 6,350,000 people were immunized (500,000 in one day), including President Harry Truman. In 1972, after disappearing from Yugoslavia for four decades, a single case of smallpox emerged. There are two ways to control a smallpox epidemic - vaccine and isolation. Yugoslavia's Communist leader, Josip Tito, used both. He instituted a nation-wide quarantine, and immunized the entire country of 20 million people using vaccine supplied by the World Health Organization.

As you can see, the 'covid exercise' is not new. This is not a new thing. What has been going on this whole year is more like a test over world control than a real apocalypse. So many of us have become so immediately responsive to screens updating us all day long that we have become very malleable, as populations go.

I'm not happy with being malleable. I like being able to use my own brain to figure things out. The best way to get brain exercise and build up your brain abs is to go find things that you're not sure about and dig up all the pros and cons and settle for yourself what is right. We're not a dumb species. Unless we let other people do all our thinking for us.

I don't trust billionaire oligarchy. They could care less if we die from bacterial reinfection from masking all day. And now some of them are telling us to wear them at home around people who aren't even sick.

Did you know that airway problems is one of the fastest ways to kill people? If you are reinfecting yourselves with icky masks that you aren't changing out through the day and washing, you have been trained to literally poison yourself. I wonder why proper masking isn't being taught in all this big fear. Maybe because, to them, it doesn't matter.... 🤔 As long as you *wear* the mask, you don't get in trouble for not wearing a mask. Just "wear the damn mask", as they say.