The Post that Started it All:
Tha Hitchhiker's Guide to the Global Pandemic First Posted 12 April 2022
Happy Moonday to you all!
Today, on the commemoration of MLK, Jr, I am reposting the article that was my very first post here on Substack, and also the one that presaged my economic downfall. The very orgs that I criticized (validly, to me), proved how ironically correct I was by pulling the funding that they had been giving me for years: through thick and thin. However, I could not remain silent about the massive injustice to we the many being perpetrated by they the few demonic profiteers.
This repost and the fascism of GloPan certainly highlighted the tragic silence of those who should have been the most vocally opposed.
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Here are a few memes from April 2020—-when life as we know it actually was over:
And, finally, to the architects of Doom:
One of my first SSs, about the same time and subject as yours"
VAXSCAM©
https://peterwebster.substack.com/p/vaxscam?s=w
Another from MLK Jr@
History will have to record that the greatest tragedy of this period of social transition was not the strident clamor of the bad people, but the appalling silence of the good people.
As Maurice Chevalier famously sang, "Yes, I remember it well."
The Megadeath Virus of Doom Scamdemic eviscerated my already tenuous faith in Big Medicine and Big Pharma. And, as a malignant bonus, attenuated or strained my already diminishing connection to my dwindling nuclear family of Normals.
My persona non grata status was eventually rescinded. But the topic of the scamdemic and the fraudulent, predatory nature of Establishment "healthcare" is avoided.
My assumption is that my relatives rightly consider it a bad time all around, and prefer not to "dwell" on it. I also assume that they still buy into the fraudulent narrative, and don't regret getting all those jabs and "COVID" meds.
For instance, in 2023 my sister felt like she was "coming down with something" on our return from my nephew's wedding; it was a lovely wedding, but typically stressful. She called her doctor as soon as she got home, and he immediately diagnosed it as "COVID" and prescribed Paxlovid. 💊 🤢
And, as I've mentioned, I was so repelled by my long-time primary care doctor's knee-jerk embrace of the COVID narrative that I have been avoiding him ever since. So it's a drag and major bummer all around. 🦠 💉 😡
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Speaking of drags and major bummers, I am compelled to tack on this annual mini-rant. I've commented, probably more than once, about my profound revulsion for the way Philadelphia (PA) local media observes, or "celebrates", MLK Day.
I habitually switch on the local newsradio station when I come downstairs for breakfast, just to listen to the headlines. On MLK Day, I brace myself for the utterly predictable "top story": gushing over the "MLK Day of Service" and the heartwarming volunteerism in the tri-state area.
I won't recycle any of the screeds I've written about this. And I resist the urge to contact KYW Newsradio, The Philadelphia Inquirer, et al to suggest that from now on, they refer to the holiday as "The House Negro Day of Service". 🤬