Monday, August 31, 2020

the Viral Boogeyman

When I do the research on the COVID pandemic, at every turn I am stumped with three questions with no good answers:

Where’s the science?

Where’s the epidemic?

 Where are the patients?

Here's what I conclude when I take an objective look:

There is no novel virus out there infecting the world

There is no proof of anyone being infected

The people who are sick this season have illnesses that have simply been categorized as COVID

There are 5 tests for COVID and all are unreliable

Positive tests have nothing to do with people being sick

COVID is nothing more than a marketing illusion

Acquiring natural immunity is more effective and safer in preventing any illness

We’re preventing herd immunity with the lockdown

Masking is now it’s own religious cult, aside from being completely ineffective

Fauci is just a mouth piece for the pharmaceutical companies

And I'm left with even bigger questions:

Why the big push for vaccines?

How are all these COVID advocates getting away with this deception?

What is the real end game for promoting this faux contagion?

What can people do to stop all this now?

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The Centers for Disease Control silently updated their numbers this past week to admit that only 6% of the 153,504 reported corona virus deaths actually died from COVID. That's 9210 deaths due to COVID in a US population of 330 million people. The other 94% of reported COVID deaths are attributable to individuals with two or more other serious illnesses. The overwhelming majority of those who have become COVID statistics were individuals of advanced age. With the CDC's adjustment we can fairly say now that the pandemic has come to an end.

Not only are the number of deaths due to the corona virus minuscule, but the virus is naturally dying out. The cases show that the numbers are rising, but no one is getting sick or dying from it anymore. The positive findings for COVID tests are generally not much more than false positives. There are no symptoms and no one is getting sick. Mortality is going way down and ICU's have few confirmed COVID patients anymore.

COVID will ultimately be recorded in history as one of the biggest scams ever perpetrated upon the American people. It is time to wrap it up and get back to the business of everyday life.


Eighty-five times he's pushed his disabled son, Rick, 26.2 miles in marathons. Eight times he's not only pushed him 26.2 miles in a wheelchair but also towed him 2.4 miles in a dinghy while swimming and pedaled him 112 miles in a seat on the handlebars – all in the same day.
Dick's also pulled him cross-country skiing, taken him on his back mountain climbing and once hauled him across the U.S. on a bike. Makes taking your son bowling look a little lame, right?
And what has Rick done for his father? Not much – except save his life.
This love story began in Winchester, Mass., 43 years ago, when Rick was strangled by the umbilical cord during birth, leaving him brain-damaged and unable to control his limbs.
"He'll be a vegetable the rest of his life," Dick says doctors told him and his wife, Judy, when Rick was nine months old. "Put him in an institution."
But the Hoyts weren't buying it. They noticed the way Rick's eyes followed them around the room. When Rick was 11 they took him to the engineering department at Tufts University and asked if there was anything to help the boy communicate. "No way," Dick says he was told. "There's nothing going on in his brain."
"Tell him a joke," Dick countered. They did. Rick laughed. Turns out a lot was going on in his brain.
Rigged up with a computer that allowed him to control the cursor by touching a switch with the side of his head, Rick was finally able to communicate. First words? "Go Bruins!" And after a high school classmate was paralyzed in an accident and the school organized a charity run for him, Rick pecked out, "Dad, I want to do that."
Yeah, right. How was Dick, a self-described "porker" who never ran more than a mile at a time, going to push his son five miles? Still, he tried. "Then it was me who was handicapped," Dick says. "I was sore for two weeks."
That day changed Rick's life. "Dad," he typed, "when we were running, it felt like I wasn't disabled anymore!"
And that sentence changed Dick's life. He became obsessed with giving Rick that feeling as often as he could. He got into such hard-belly shape that he and Rick were ready to try the 1979 Boston Marathon.
"No way," Dick was told by a race official. The Hoyts weren't quite a single runner, and they weren't quite a wheelchair competitor. For a few years Dick and Rick just joined the massive field and ran anyway. Then they found a way to get into the race officially: In 1983 they ran another marathon so fast they made the qualifying time for Boston the following year.
Then somebody said, "Hey, Dick, why not a triathlon?"
How's a guy who never learned to swim and hadn't ridden a bike since he was six going to haul his 110-pound kid through a triathlon? Still, Dick tried.
Now they've done 212 triathlons, including four grueling 15-hour Ironmans in Hawaii. It must be a buzzkill to be a 25-year-old stud getting passed by an old guy towing a grown man in a dinghy, don't you think?
Hey, Dick, why not see how you'd do on your own? "No way," he says. Dick does it purely for "the awesome feeling" he gets seeing Rick with a cantaloupe smile as they run, swim and ride together.
This year, at ages 65 and 43, Dick and Rick finished their 24th Boston Marathon, in 5,083rd place out of more than 20,000 starters. Their best time? Two hours, 40 minutes in 1992 –only 35 minutes off the world record, which, in case you don't keep track of these things, happens to be held by a guy who was not pushing another man in a wheelchair at the time.
"No question about it," Rick types. "My dad is the Father of the Century."
And Dick got something else out of all this too. Two years ago he had a mild heart attack during a race. Doctors found that one of his arteries was 95% clogged. "If you hadn't been in such great shape," one doctor told him, "you probably would've died 15 years ago."
So, in a way, Dick and Rick saved each other's life.
Rick, who has his own apartment (he gets home care) and works in Boston, and Dick, retired from the military and living in Holland, Mass., always find ways to be together. They give speeches around the country and compete in some backbreaking race every weekend, including this Father's Day.
That night, Rick will buy his dad dinner, but the thing he really wants to give him is a gift he can never buy. "The thing I'd most like," Rick types, "is that my dad sit in the chair and I push him once."
There comes a time in life, when you walk away from all the drama and people who create it. You surround yourself with people who make you laugh, forget the bad, and focus on the good. So, love the people who treat you right. Think good thoughts for the ones who don't. Life is too short to be anything but happy. Falling down is part of LIFE...Getting back up is LIVING...Have a great life.

Sunday, August 30, 2020

Sucked into the Black Hole of Imagination

I was listening to a lecture given at Cornell University by renowned theoretical physicist Nima Arkani-Hamed a decade ago. It stretches my imagination to travel to the edge of science and join a vibrant conversation of great minds. The challenge of taking on such thought-play and massaging it into lay language is great mental gymnastics. Here is what I took away from the lecture.

The theory of Space-Time is restricted and elusive. Since the days of Einstein and Planck we really have never been able to put together the Theory of General Relativity (which is the theory of the very big) with Quantum Mechanics (which is the theory of the very small). To get some sense of the limits of scientific understanding, let's examine a particular thought experiment.

If we took a pair of electrons and brought them closer and closer together, let's take a look at what would happen to the gravitational force between them. When the electrons are a great distance apart, there is certainly a gravitational attraction between them and an electric repulsion between them, both readily measurable. The gravitational force is relatively very weak in relation to the other fundamental forces. For instance, the electric repulsion is 10^-42 times stronger than the gravitational attraction.

By most measures we find that no matter how far apart they are, this difference between the fundamental forces is conserved. It remains this way until we get to a proximal distance of around 10^-11 cm apart. What happens as you start pushing the electrons closer and closer together is that you have to supply more and more energy in that region of space in order to hold them together because of the Uncertainty Principle. Because gravity is always directly proportional to the mass, as you bring them closer and closer together and force so much mass into such a small region, the gravitational force starts going up, increasing until they are about 10^-33 cm apart at which point the gravitational force between them would reach, then exceed the level of the electromagnetic force. By 10^-33 cm apart, we would find that the gravitational force between the electrons is massively strong. The Planck Length (10^-33 cm) is considered the point at which gravity catches up in strength to all the other fundamental forces. (Of course, this is a thought experiment - because the smallest distance we have ever observed is 10^-17 cm - so everything is essentially a mathematical extrapolation.)

Time and space make no sense when they reach the Planck Length apart. At some point in the experiment, you have put so much energy into pushing the electrons closer and closer into a smaller and smaller region of space with a particle accelerator, increasing the force of gravity to such a great extent, that you collapse it into a black hole and then can no longer get any information out, defeating your own purpose. Everything stops working; nothing is measurable, including space and time.

If you put even more energy into the electrons with an even bigger (imaginary) accelerator, all you are going to do is create an even bigger black hole. There is no way of probing physics questions at distances smaller than this. That's why physics can not offer any understanding about what happened before the Big Bang. Before that, time and space essentially had no meaning. The whole notion of “before” ceases to make any sense. We might think that time and space continue to exist “before”, but since there is and may never be a way to measure what happens before – by definition – we must conclude that time and space did not exist before the Big Bang.

No one really understands what is going on in a black hole. Space no longer makes any sense. A black hole is not some point in space that sucks everything into it. If anything, a black hole is a singularity in time. We can only imagine that all matter is getting crunched down to unimaginable densities until it hits the Planck scale. Whenever something disappears beyond the horizon of a black hole, it hits the singularity and no one knows what happens after that. Our theories just break down and we're only left with speculation. That's the kind of question physicists love to ask – the fascinating, but frustrating kind that just gets sucked into a black hole of the imagination.

Saturday, August 29, 2020

The Future of Social Media


In the Information Age, Ignorance is now a Choice

Every day Google and Facebook and other tech companies become more powerful and sophisticated by analyzing each of our online choices - what we click on, how long we pause to watch an ad or a YouTube video, and the stories we write and the songs we record - and they charge advertisers money to access this information. Then they grow more of their own companies with it, getting larger and more powerful eavesdropping on our clicks. But they don't pay you and me for our vital contribution. They don't even acknowledge that we are contributing -  as if artificial intelligence magically came from nowhere instead of from data completely derived from you and me.

Most of the systems we use on the internet are set up to exploit us - to harvest our creative ideas and our data without compensation. The prevailing attitude in Silicon Valley is essentially that: There's no reason for you to know what your data means, how it might be used; you can't contribute, we don't know who you are, we don't want to know you; you're worthless, you're not going to get paid; it's only valuable once we aggregate it; but you know nothing, you're in the dark, you're useless, you're hopeless, you're nothing. And then a robot created as a result of your data will ultimately replace you. The robot is something. The robot is a successor master species to humans. The robot is God. And you, individually, by yourself, have no meaningful value.

But consider that in the information age, we should all be looking upon ourselves as workers and consumers and entrepreneurs at the same time. What if we got paid for our contributions within this system?

By recognizing the roles we play in building our own future and that of the world, we might just give ourselves a chance to be meaningful participants in it instead of just useful pawns. Proactively building a robot future together could ultimately even become a spiritual awakening, while all the while being compensated for all of our time using technology.

Friday, August 28, 2020

The Democrat Party Platform

"Both oligarch and tyrant mistrust the people, and therefore deprive them of their arms.”  

Let me get this straight. The Democrats are putting forth the choice of a presidential candidate that has absolutely no chance of winning – an amiable, mostly inoffensive senior deep state player with no serious plan for the nation and unquestionable signs of dimentia – and along with his far-left leaning running mate, they want the electorate to take them seriously? A vote for this ticket by anyone shows a genuine disregard for the health, safety, and continued prosperity of this country.

The Democrat platform seems to consist of only one foundational tenet – a hatred of President Donald Trump. Do they not know that hate is not a basis upon which the majority of Americans will pull the lever in two months? To add insult to the intelligence of the American people that they scornfully mistrust, they have expanded their platform to include issues with only an extreme modicum of support from an anarchist fringe. Raise your hand if you would like your taxes raised significantly? And let's shut the country down completely again and require that everyone wear masks all the time with no end in sight. More policy projections from the basement include reversing the advances in the oil, gas, and coal industries to return to a dependency on foreign energy. And let's make healthcare and education free for all, including anyone that wants to enter the country unchecked from now on when our borders go back to not mattering. Never mind asking who is going to pay for all of this.

Biden/Harris say they aim to seize all firearms. Kiss the Second Amendment good-bye. Oh, and let's repurpose the nation's police at every level while we are destroying everything else. Surely the Democrats have a better idea for law enforcement. And let's not forget giving Iran and North Korea back free reign on their developing nuclear programs. Could I see a show of hands for those who get excited when they read this?

This is the 2020 platform of the party that defended slavery, started the Civil War, opposed Reconstruction, founded the Ku Klux Klan, imposed segregation and perpetrated lynchings, and the country agrees with none of it. Why don't we make America weak again, like back in the Obama years? Instead of wearing a MAGA hat, we can all cry the new Democrat slogan – WAWA. Seems appropriate.

The evident plan of action seems to be to continue to terrorize the country with absurdly exaggerated notions of the COVID-19 danger, rooting for and encouraging more domestic violence, and to taint the judgment of the voters by the most frenzied assault on the character and abilities of any president in American history.

My question is, however....... what are they really up to? Joe Biden is a loser, with or without stepping out of the basement. It is a foregone conclusion in this cycle, even among the Democrat intelligensia. So what is their real agenda with this Biden/Harris sleight of hand?

I take confidence that the President and his team have the answer to this question and that they are waiting by the back door for the Democrat surprise that is no surprise.

Wake up voters. They think you are stupid. Let's show them just how wrong they are.

Thursday, August 27, 2020

A Hero for All Times


by Jake Rosen at

It was after midnight on May 15, 1918, when William Henry Johnson began to hear the rustling. Johnson was a long way from his home in Albany, New York, guarding a bridge in the Argonne Forest in Champagne, France. Sleeping next to him was Needham Roberts, a fellow soldier. Both men had enlisted in the New York National Guard just a few months earlier and were now part of the French Army, donated by U.S. forces to their understaffed allies in the thick of World War I.

As Johnson continued hearing the strange noises late into the night, he urged his partner to get up. A tired Roberts waved him off, believing Johnson was just nervous. Johnson decided to prepare himself just in case, piling up his assortment of grenades and rifle cartridges within arm's reach. If someone was coming, he would be ready.

The rustling continued. At one point, Johnson heard a clipping noise—what he suspected was the sound of the perimeter fence being cut. He again told Roberts to wake up. "Man," he said, "You better wake up pretty soon or you [might] never wake up."

The two began lobbing grenades into the darkness, hoping to discourage whoever might be lurking around the perimeter. Suddenly, in the middle of the French forest, Johnson saw dozens of German soldiers come charging, bayonets pointed toward him. They began to fire.

What transpired over the next hour would become an act of heroism that prompted former President Theodore Roosevelt to declare Johnson one of the bravest Americans to take up arms in the war. Johnson would even lead a procession back in New York City, with crowds lined up along the street to greet him.

Johnson may or may not have felt like a hero, though he certainly was. But he must have also felt something else—a sense of confusion. A man of color, he had been dispatched to a segregated regiment, where he received paltry combat training and was assigned menial tasks like unloading trucks. Even his homecoming parade was split up according to race. Henry Johnson, decorated virtually head to toe in French military honors, returned to a country that considered him both hero and a second-class citizen.

Though officers would later verify much of Johnson’s account of that night in the woods, his early life is harder to pin down. It has been reported that Johnson himself wasn’t quite sure when he was born. No one appeared to have kept a close eye on his birth certificate, which came out of Winston-Salem, North Carolina. The official U.S. Army website honoring Johnson’s service lists an approximate birth date of July 15, 1892. Other research indicates he could have been born as early as 1887 or as late as 1897.

After moving to New York as a teenager, Johnson took on an assortment of odd jobs; he was a chauffeur and a soda mixer, among other occupations. Depending on the account, he was living in Albany working either in a coal yard or as a railway porter when he opened a newspaper in the spring of 1917 and read that the 15th New York Infantry Regiment of the New York National Guard was accepting enlistees. The regiment was comprised entirely of black soldiers.

Johnson showed up on June 5, 1917, weighing a slight 130 pounds and standing 5 feet, 4 inches tall. Assigned to Company C of the 15th—which later became known as the 369th U.S. Infantry Regiment—he was quickly dispatched to Camp Wadsworth in South Carolina, where he trained along with the rest of the segregated unit. Though minorities had served in the U.S. military since the Revolutionary War, they often lacked support from officials and got inferior training compared to their white counterparts. At Camp Wadsworth, Johnson was said to have been used primarily as labor, unloading supplies and digging latrines. If there was one bright spot during this time, it was that he married his wife, Georgina Edna Jackson, that September.

Johnson and the 369th were sent to France on January 1, 1918. There they continued laboring, which frustrated their commander, Colonel William Hayward. Hayward lobbied his superiors to give his men a chance in combat. Since France was experiencing a shortage of men, the 369th—which later became known as the Harlem Hellfighters because many of their members had come from Harlem in New York City—joined the 161st Division of the French Army, even wearing the jackets and helmets of the foreign military.

To the French, Johnson and his fellow soldiers were a welcome solution to their lack of manpower. Sent to the front lines in March 1918, Johnson and the others learned enough French to understand commands from superiors. They were armed with rifles and held on to the bolo knives used by the U.S. Army. The imposing 14-inch blades weighed more than a pound and had much of their weight running along the back, giving them a cleaving action similar to a machete. Johnson would soon be glad he had such a weapon on his waist.

Along with Needham Roberts—a man from Trenton, New Jersey—Johnson was assigned sentry duty on the western edge of the Argonne Forest. Patrolling near a bridge, Johnson and Roberts were given the late shift, on patrol until midnight on the evening of May 14. It would be a night neither he nor Roberts would ever forget.

As their shift wound down, Johnson saw two relief soldiers approaching. The soldiers were young and inexperienced, and Johnson felt uncomfortable leaving them alone. He stayed put and surveyed the area while Roberts went to rest in a trench. Shortly thereafter, he began to hear the rustling noises, which eventually became German soldiers rushing through the darkness. Johnson realized they were surrounded, and urged Roberts to run for help. But Roberts didn't get far before he decided to come back and help, and was soon hit by the shrapnel of a grenade in his arm and hip.

Still conscious, Roberts handed Johnson grenades to toss. When those ran out, Johnson began firing his rifle while being hit by bullets in his side, hand, and head. Quickly, Johnson shoved an American cartridge into his French rifle, but the ammunition and the weapon were incompatible. The rifle jammed. As the Germans swarmed him, Johnson began using the rifle like a club, smashing it over their heads and into their faces.

After the butt of the rifle finally fell apart, Johnson went down with a blow to the head. But he climbed back up, drew his bolo knife, and charged forward. The blade went deep into the first German he encountered, killing the man. More gruesome work with the weapon followed, with Johnson hacking and stabbing bodies even as bullets continued to strike him.

At one point, Johnson noticed the Germans had grabbed Roberts and were attempting to haul him away. He intervened, stabbing more soldiers, including one in the ribs.

The melee went on for roughly an hour, he said. When reinforcements finally arrived, the remaining Germans fled. Johnson was given medical attention. So was Roberts. Both lived.

The next day, military officials visited the scene of the battle. German helmets rested on the ground, along with puddles of blood. Four bodies were left behind. The officials estimated Johnson had wounded up to 24 others. Some men who walked the site said the death toll was six, with Johnson injuring 32 men. After all the fighting, Johnson had prevented the Germans from breaking the French line.

The nicknames came fast. The bridge was declared “the Battle of Henry Johnson.” Johnson himself was given the unofficial label “the Black Death” and the official rank of sergeant. He was headed back home.

Before they departed, the French honored Johnson and Roberts with the Croix de Guerre, one of France’s highest awards for valor. They were the first two Americans to receive it. Johnson’s was amended with the addition of the Gold Palm, intended to signify extraordinary valor.

It was an honor, though one that came with a heavy price. Johnson later estimated he had been shot five times, the bullets striking both feet, his thigh, his arm, and even his head. A scar stretched over his lip. A bayonet had been plunged into his torso—twice. He had to have a metal plate inserted into his left foot. In all, Johnson endured 21 injuries as a result of his defiant stand against the Germans.

Back home, he convalesced as the country sang his praises. Often, such reports of his bravery took pains to note he was a man of color. "When proudly speaking of fighting races we must not overlook the American Negro," read an editorial in the New York Evening Telegram. Other times, Johnson found himself in the peculiar position of being celebrated while simultaneously being reminded of his purportedly inferior status. The parade that honored the Harlem Hellfighters in February 1919 ran for seven miles, with Johnson leading the procession in an open-topped cab. But the Hellfighters could not march with their white counterparts.

Needham Roberts (L) and William Henry Johnson (R) pose for a photo with their Croix de Guerre medals in 1918

Unfortunately, Johnson’s postwar life remains as murky as his earliest years. He reportedly received disability payments from the government as well as medical care, but it’s unknown to what extent that supported him or how badly his injuries kept him from employment opportunities. (He did ask for, and received, as much as $100 per minute during speaking engagements in cities such as St. Louis—well over $1000 in today's money.) An attempt was made by the Albany Afro-American Association to raise money to build him a home as a way of expressing gratitude for his service, but it’s unclear whether the effort was successful. On July 1, 1929, Johnson died of myocarditis (an inflammation of the heart muscle) while living in Washington, D.C. He was awarded a posthumous Purple Heart in 1996.

For years, it was unclear what became of Johnson's remains. In 2002, when the historians at the New York Division of Military and Naval Affairs researched his service at the behest of his descendants (though it was later discovered they were mistaken and not actually related to Johnson), the historians determined Johnson was buried at Arlington National Cemetery with full military honors. With confirmation of the grave site, Johnson also became eligible for and was awarded the Distinguished Service Cross in 2002.

In 2015, President Barack Obama awarded him the Medal of Honor, which was accepted on Johnson’s behalf by Sergeant Major Louis Wilson of the New York National Guard. And every June 5, Albany celebrates Henry Johnson Day in acknowledgement of the day he enlisted. The city also gives out a Henry Johnson Award for Distinguished Community Service for those making contributions in the area.

Those honors joined the Croix de Guerre, which Johnson was said to have worn with humility. He sometimes needed to be prodded into discussing his act of bravery, as if it were of no major consequence. “There wasn’t anything so fine about it,” he said. “[I] just fought for my life. A rabbit would have done that."

Tuesday, August 25, 2020


We laid our dear mother to rest today. It was a solemn occasion, but a celebration, all the same... a celebration of a remarkable life well-lived - a fulfilled loving 92 years lived in profound wisdom, humility, and grace. I should be stunned with grief, my eyes filled with tears, but I'm not. While it has taken the wind out of my sails for the time being, I sense a re-ignition within and a renewed commitment to live more in tune with her example.

I owe everything to my loving parents. It is they who fired the light behind my eyes. It is they who inspired me to act and be the best that I can be. It is they who taught me how to love and tell those around me that I love them. It is they who showed me by their example just how much difference one person can make in the lives of those around them. It is a great responsibility to carry forward and share the lessons they passed along to me. I do it with honor, out of love for the best parents any person could ever hope to have.

I shall miss sharing stories with her, for no one gave me more rapt attention than she. She was my biggest fan and always a cheerleader waiting with an expectant smile on the sidelines, waving those pom-poms, saying “go, Larry, go... just be careful... you are always in my prayers”, then rejoicing in my glory.

In many ways, mom never grew out of her childhood. The little girl in her was always very much alive and vibrant, and I must admit that I never really looked upon her as being old. I am fortunate to have inherited that characteristic, keeping the little kid me front and center in life. Play and a healthy appreciation for the lighter side of life guide me in all that I do. Thanks for that, mom.

We shared a great passion for simple things like picking berries and climbing wild apple trees to enjoy their fruit. She loved to run up and down the hills around her home and climb trees as a kid; as her body declined she continued just the same, if only in her mind. We also shared a passion for mountains and broad vistas from high places. Whether it was sitting on the hill above our home imagining what animals the cloud shapes looked like, watching quietly as the sun performed a light show at the end of the day, or marveling at the majesty of the high peaks of the Rockies or Smokies, she could get lost in a breathless view and fly high above it all in her mind. I, too, am happiest when I find myself with a far-reaching view from a world of nothing but rocks and sky.

She will always be with me, for no one really dies. We just change perspective, shifting from one vibration to the one higher. She'll always be here because here is all there is. All I need to do is just think of her and I know I'll have her complete attention from that timeless world from which she now looks down upon us all with loving eyes which she can now see with from here to eternity.

It is all good. Everything is as it should be. The cycle of love ever expands and pulls us all inevitably toward that reunion with the One. I am at peace because I know mom is too.

Monday, August 24, 2020

Now Arrives the Hour of Action


President Trump authorized the US Treasury to take control over the Federal Reserve. This is easily one of the biggest news stories in the last 100 years, yet many are completely unaware of it, because it was not reported in any real way on mainstream news outlets.

Many know that the Fed is not a government agency, but a privately owned banking cartel, which in 1913 instituted a monetary system in which their currency, unlinked to any hard assets like gold, was loaned into existence at interest to governments, and by extension their citizens. They came quietly in the night, and usurped the power of money away from We the People.

The first dollar was indeed loaned into existence, but more than a dollar required in return payment. Thus, by its very model, government debt could never be repaid, since not enough money exists to repay it. More money can only be borrowed into existence to service the interest payments on the existing debt, while creating more of said debt.

The majority of funds collected by the IRS go to servicing the interest on debts to the Fed and not to any public utilities. In this respect, the Fed has more power than the US Government which it loans its money to. But not any more.

The Trump Alliance is far bigger than simply one US President, though Donald Trump is easily one of our greatest, on par with Washington and Lincoln. One day, he will be up on Mount Rushmore, and those who did not understand what he stood for while all this was actually happening can explain to the next generation the mind control aspects of popular media and how, unfortunately, it also worked on them.

Because every day it gets more obvious, as people from all walks of life break through the noise of those who might rule us, and discover the story that is playing out on the world stage. The true definition of Apocalypse, after all, is not the destruction of the world, but an unveiling or unfolding of things not previously known and which could not be known apart from the unveiling.

We have entered the unveiling stage of world history. To those who wish to know, all information is available on virtually every subject right at your fingertips, if you can get past the entertainment media complex, which is owned by 6 corporations, the members of which are all on each other's boards and the boards of the international banking conglomerate, upon which the Fed sat like a crown jewel.

But crown jewels ain't what they used to be. And in this Apocalypse all historical Titans must fall. A new world will not be birthed via the control mechanisms of the old. That means the Medical Cartels & Big Pharma must fall. Illness-for-profit is the name of their game.

Diseases can be, and sometimes are, created in labs and afterwards the non-cures promoted to the population. These non-cures keep the disease in a holding pattern long enough to extract maximum profit. After all, there is no profit in cheaply curing any disease.

In order for the people to know they must be shown, beyond any and all doubt. For most, telling alone will not be enough. I write these posts chiefly for posterity. For those deeply ensconced in the anti-Trump world, no words will ever be enough. No article or news story will ever meet their standards of validity, and as long as they can still palm off everything they don't like or agree with as conspiracy, they will continue to do so. What is at stake are their well-cultivated illusions, upon which their cherished anti-Trump beliefs are cemented in media-justified intellectual certainty.

Trump is an ignorant racist buffoon and his followers are morons. These truths must be self evident if Jimmy Kimmel & Bill Maher repeat them every night on TV. But the TV has rarely been a fountain of truth when real power is at stake. You can detonate buildings in front of some people and they will believe it when you tell them it was hijacked planes.

Even the building that no planes hit, that was from hijacked planes, too. The laws of physics mean nothing when you have been brainwashed by the media and have Stockholm Syndrome for those who have historically led you around by the nose.

In a way, we are all still sitting inside the prison of an old history. The doors are open, however, and nothing stops us from leaving except our own hesitation regarding what might lay on the other side. True, there are yet some of the old guard left, wardens telling us we may not leave, that they are still in charge of us.

But the sun is bright in the meadows outside the prison gates, the birds beckoning us forward with song. The prison might have fed us and housed us for longer than we care to remember, but we were never truly free while in its confines.

What awaits on the other side of this historical moment is true freedom. It is the promise at the end of history's story. 5,000+ energy patents have been shelved for 'national security reasons' over the last 70 years. Nikola Tesla was one of the great geniuses of history and yet the majority of his work was suppressed.

Did you know Donald Trump's favorite uncle John Trump went to MIT with Tesla and they worked together, having a shared interest in particle acceleration? Did you know John Trump inherited the notes of Tesla upon his death? Those notes went into the right hands.

Energy is one big piece of the puzzle, but first we must start with banking. This the golden rule: that those with the gold make the rules. Can you imagine what the world would be like if Good instead of Evil was actually in charge?

The Federal Reserve will be forced to swallow its own debt and the US Treasury will institute a new gold backed currency from the ashes of the dying Fed. The first step has already been taken for this, with many other steps concurrently behind the scenes. When it is launched it will seem as if it happened overnight.

The old petrol-based energy technologies will then be replaced by a release of new energy tech that will make our current alternative energies look like children's toys. One of the (very many) reasons Space Force was instituted was to mine products such as Helium 3 from the moon. It is an extraordinarily rare element on earth, but exists in far greater supply on the moon.

A pound of it is worth over a billion dollars. The reason why is that it can be utilized in nuclear fusion. We currently utilize nuclear fission, splitting uranium atoms to produce steam which powers turbines to create electricity. The problem is that the end product is very dangerous nuclear waste. With nuclear fusion via Helium 3, the end product is organic and harmless.

But you thought Trump was just a big goofball instituting Space Force, didn't you? Just another goofy moron who keeps outsmarting the most entrenched and powerful cartels the world has ever known at each and every turn. And yes, Covid19 was created and released to counter the freedom fighters of the Trump Alliance and to stop the inevitable awakening of humanity on Earth. The plan was discovered and largely mitigated, though there has been obvious fall out.

And no, they don't get to lock down the world indefinitely and inject us all with their Gates vaccine. Their plans will be used against them. The whole world is watching and they will be unmasked for all to see. Many already do see, quite clearly, but there are just as many still entranced by the spell of Hollywood & the Media.

They thought we would all follow the stars. We may follow the north star, and light our way at night by the glimmer of constellations, but the bought-and-sold 'stars' of Hollywood have never had less value. Most of them report to those who gave them their stardom, their 'special job' of prominence, and as such, that is where their allegiances can be found, even when those allegiances run counter to the benefit of humanity. Define sell-out.

Define rationalization. There are notable exceptions, of course, and you can't knock someone for wanting to work in a creative field like the arts. However, there is no excuse for steering the public wrong at such a critical juncture. And those that do are the chaff and not the wheat of this harvest. They should change their tunes while they still have the chance.

An Anon once said in regard to what Trump faces: "What's the most difficult thing in your life? Multiply that times a billion. Now try to fix that problem on a public stage with thousands of brilliant psychopathic adversaries working against you."

Eventually all will come to realize that a Divine Providence has guided the Trump Alliance's quest to rid the world of the death cult control of the old guard and free humanity. Trump is a true hero of the American People, and by extension, the entire World. Some see it now. Some will see it later. But eventually it will be a well established permanent truth.

You can tell the difference by what they promote. Trump has promoted Hydroxychloroquine. It is a generic drug that costs 63 cents. He has no stake in it, beyond the fact that it works, and for much more than just Covid. His opponents promote a thousand dollar pill that they own. And they promote a vaccine with medical chip tracking.

These are the same people that believe there are too many humans on Earth and we need to reduce the numbers. They're so in-your-face obvious about their plans at this point they might as well be wearing Dr. Evil costumes. This is what I mean when I say that people cannot be told, they must be shown.

If you haven't figured out at this point that they put things in vaccines that are not radiant products of health-promoting vitality, then you are simply not paying attention. And this is a bad time to be not paying attention. Therefore, the stage play will get more and more obvious until all but the most blind can see it.

Right now we still have a great many well-meaning people advocating for their oppressors and battling against the Trump Alliance. That very Alliance which is opening the gates of our metaphoric jails and smashing down the prison walls.

But you can't be forced out of your individual cell. Freewill is still paramount. While it is true that the Titans are going down whether they like it or not (and they most certainly do not like it) each individual must decide for themselves how to interpret events and proceed forward on their own two feet.

What awaits us? Trump himself told us in his inaugural address.

"The time for empty talk is over. Now arrives the hour of action... We stand at the birth of a new millennium, ready to unlock the mysteries of space, to free the Earth from the miseries of disease, and to harness the energies, industries and technologies of tomorrow."

In order to unlock these technologies and free the Earth from disease, those that controlled the technologies and hid the cures from us must be comprehensively defeated. And make no mistake, we are here to defeat them, absolutely and at every level.

And when we are done there will be nothing left of their 'new world order' power structure. It was never the new world order anyway, it was the old, and it has literally no chance of maintaining its structure in the reality of the increasing light upon the planet.

The Aboriginals, the Natives, the great seers from the past, they knew this time was coming. And none of us are here today by accident. At one level or another, you signed up for this time, and chose to be here now. It's a heck of a wave to surf, but it will take us to a far better shore, one we can only imagine from our current vantage point. It's promise is worth whatever it takes to get there. In the end, it is only the ghosts of the past we leave behind.

As light increases, frequencies change. As light increases, what was once hidden is revealed. Again, the true meaning of Apocalypse. This is the Apocalypse for the old world order. As more of the public awakens, their control continues to slip. They will fight every step of the way, but they cannot stop what is coming, or hide what is being revealed.

So ask yourself what side of history you'd like to be on as this final series of curtains are pulled back, one after the other.

Do you still wish that somehow Trump will be stopped? You will not get your wish.

If you stand for the freedom of humanity to live in a world that supports their true health and well-being, you might ask to be shown the actual truth, hidden behind all those curtains, instead of the pretty little lies promoted by those that would control you with their banks, their medical cartels, and their old energy technology.

Do not be fooled by their claims to love the environment. They are heavily invested in oil and gas. Do not be fooled by their claims to love health care. They are heavily invested in the corrupt pharmaceutical industry. Do not be fooled by their claims to support prosperity. They foisted their banking system on us on Christmas Eve, 1913.

And sunk the Titanic beforehand to take out the 3 major bankers who were against their plan. That's how little they care about any lives lost in the fallout of their schemes. Did Hollywood tell you about that story? No, it gave you a fictional tale of a lost diamond and a touching little love story about a floating hunk of wood with room for only one.

But something else also happened once upon a Christmas Eve. A rag-tag band of freedom loving Patriots crossed the semi-frozen Delaware and hiked 9 miles in a blizzard to take on the most powerful empire on Earth. Their chance of victory in this war of Revolution, by any mathematical calculation, hovered right around zero percent. But as Washington himself said:

"The Man must be bad indeed who can look upon the events of the American Revolution without feeling the warmest gratitude towards the great Author of the Universe whose divine interposition was so frequently manifested in our behalf.”

Do not bet against President Trump and the Trump Alliance. Divine Providence guides them, like Washington and his Continental Army, in this battle. No one can tell the exact time frames while we are still in the story, but the route itself is inexorable.

The Titan known as the Federal Reserve was taken down, quietly, overnight, with a single hit from a slingshot.

What is next? When Trump mentioned that light can be used as a disinfectant for diseases in the body, did you make fun of him or choose to look into that technology? The choice, as ever, is yours. The path of ignorance or enlightenment. Both are difficult in their own ways, but only one gets to a place worth getting to.

When light dawns, people awaken. When light dawns, darkness disappears. Darkness and its progenitors had their time for historical rule. There was a genius in their darkness and their methods of control. But when the time is up, the time is up. You don't bet against cycles whose imprimatur predates the plans of any and all mice and men.

And do not bet against Donald Trump or the Alliance that supports him. The best is truly yet to come. Where we go one, we go all.

Sunday, August 23, 2020

Connecting the Dots

Moderna is in the third and final stage of its Covid vaccine development.

Guess who the first CEO of Moderna was?

A Cornell graduate by the name of Anthony Fauci...

                                     ...who was a roommate with none other than Bill Gates.

Are you paying attention?

It was at Cornell that Bill Gates designed the RFID (Radio-frequency identification) and patented it under US2006257852.

Are you awake yet?

Now let’s really go down the rabbit hole.

Moderna is a pharmaceutical company that started in Germany under the name IG Farben.

IG Farben is infamous for its mass production of Zyklon-B, the primary gas used to kill millions during the Holocaust.

After Germany fell, IG Farben was dissolved and its assets sold off by a Nazi turned American by the name of...

                            ... you guessed it, George Soros.

Soros rebranded the company as Moderna.

And who was the primary stockholder of Moderna until his death?

Jeffrey Epstein.

His role in Moderna is where he made his fortune and established his connections.

When the sheeple discover that the ongoing pandemic

has its roots and cure within a cult that has all along planned

to kill 90% of humanity,

how do you think they are going to react?

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