Acabo de conocer a un señor venezolano llamado Martín. Por su acento imaginé que era de Venezuela y, al preguntarle, me confirmó que era caraqueño.
Le pregunté si tenía familiares afectados por los terremotos. Con tristeza me contó que unos sobrinos lograron sobrevivir, pero lo perdieron todo y hoy están sin hogar.
Luego me preguntó de dónde era. Cuando le respondí que de El Salvador, su rostro cambió por completo. Sonrió y con gratitud, me dijo: “En estos momentos Venezuela no tiene más que un presidente y se llama Nayib Bukele. Tenemos el
mismo presidente.”
Como salvadoreño en el extranjero, ese momento me conmovió profundamente. Me recordó que un país puede ser pequeño en territorio, pero inmenso en solidaridad y corazón. ❤️
Porque al final, quien tuvo la oportunidad de servir a Dios y a la humanidad, y decidió no hacerlo, simplemente pasó por este mundo pero nunca vivió.
🚨 BREAKING: El Salvador President Nayib Bukele is being praised for absolutely NAILING IT on toxic LGBTQ ideology
"We are against their anti-natural, anti-God, anti-family ideologies. That DOES NOT FIT in our schools!" 🔥
"It is also important not only that the curriculum does not carry this gender ideology and all these things, but it is also important that parents are informed and have a voice and vote in what their children are going to learn."
"We want biology, mathematics, important things for their learning. And then they come and want to put ideologies, they want to put things contrary to nature!"
BUKELE IS GREAT! 🇺🇸🇸🇻
The most metabolically ill country on Earth has a control group living right inside it, and the results are deeply inconvenient.
The Amish eat butter, lard, eggs, meat, and raw milk straight from their own cows, by the bucket. They cook in animal fat. They eat the saturated fat the rest of us were told to fear for fifty years. Their obesity rate sits around 4%. The country around them is closing on 40%, four in ten adults. Ten times lower, on the diet that was supposed to be killing them.
They are not dropping from heart attacks at the rate the theory demands either. Their overall cancer rates run lower than the surrounding American population, despite skipping most of the screening that is meant to be saving everyone else.
Now, honesty, because it matters. The Amish are not low-carb. There are pies and bread and plenty of sugar on an Amish table. This is no clean carnivore case, and I will not pretend it is.
What it is, is a controlled experiment sitting in plain sight across Pennsylvania and Ohio. Same country. Same supermarkets down the road. The Amish simply opt out of two things: the ultra-processed food and the sitting still. Their men walk upward of 18,000 steps a day. They eat food their grandmothers would recognise, and they move like their lives depend on it, because for most of history they did.
The animal fat was never what made America sick. The seed oil, the sugar, the packet, and the sofa did that, and the Amish skipped all four. They ran the experiment by accident, by living in the same country as everyone else and politely declining to join in.
COVID changed something in me that cannot be unchanged.
Not the virus. Not even the mandates. What changed it permanently was watching every government on earth arrive at the same silence, at the same moment, and hold it for six years running.
Nearly six years since the rollout began. Not one head of state has stood before their people and said: some of you were harmed, we know it, and you deserve an honest accounting. Not one parliamentary inquiry with genuine authority. Not one compensation framework built on the actual scale of injury. The vaccine injured remain without diagnostic codes in most countries. Without legal recourse. Without the most basic institutional acknowledgment that what happened to their bodies was real.
This is what accountable institutions do after genuine public health emergencies. They review. They audit. They ask who was harmed and how. They produce findings that are uncomfortable because the discomfort is the point. The discomfort is how trust gets rebuilt.
What we have instead is a wall. And behind the wall, people who lost careers for raising questions that turned out to be legitimate. People who watched their governments promote Long COVID with full institutional weight while refusing to ask a single honest question about overlapping presentations in the vaccine injured. The same symptoms. The same mechanisms proposed in the literature. The convenient frame that points in every direction except at the product.
The coordination is what tells you the most. Individual negligence looks different. It is patchy. It is inconsistent. Individual negligence produces whistleblowers, outliers, one government that breaks from the rest because the political cost of silence finally exceeds the cost of honesty.
What we have is not that. What we have is universal. And universality of this kind does not emerge from independent actors independently deciding to do nothing. It is decided.
There is a particular cruelty in what this does to the injured. It is not just that they are uncompensated. It is that the silence communicates something to them about their value. That they were considered acceptable losses before the fact, and inconvenient liabilities after it. That the calculus was made, and they lost. The psychological cost of that message, delivered not once but every single day through continued institutional indifference, is its own injury layered on top of the physical one.
The children absorb this too. They are watching their parents fight for recognition against institutions that will not move. They are learning what governments actually mean when they say they will protect them. They are developing a relationship with authority that no civics class will be able to undo.
The universal silence of world leaders on vaccine injury is not the behaviour of people managing an honest disagreement about evidence.
It is the behaviour of people who have made a collective calculation that the cost of telling the truth now exceeds the cost of never telling it.
And that calculation, held simultaneously, across every major government on earth, is the most important public health finding of the last six years.
Not what the virus did. Not even what the vaccines did.
What the silence, together, reveals about who was making decisions, and who they were making them for.
One day a very wealthy father took his son on a trip to the country for the sole purpose of showing his son how poor people live. They spent a few days and nights on the farm of a very poor family.
After returning from the trip, the father asked his son how he liked it. “It was great, Dad,” the son replied.
“So what did you learn from the trip?” asked the father.
The son answered, “I saw that we have one dog and they had four. We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they have a creek that has no end. We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night. Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon. We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond our sight. We have servants who serve us, but they serve others. We buy our food, but they grow theirs. We have walls around our property to protect us, but they have friends to protect them.”
It showed me just how poor we really are.
@kat_maryb There were noodles galore
All over the floor
And hot mustard sauce everywhere
But I held your hand ‘til you calmed down again
And picked out the rice in your hair"
@kat_maryb And then there's this from the all time greatest ever love song:
"Then came lo mein and going insane
At the Chinese cafe way downtown
I was steamed I was fried but you stood by my side
When I had my nervous breakdown
👇🏼
Everyone complains about prices going up.
Almost nobody notices quality collapsing in real time.
Go buy furniture. Cheap compressed wood garbage that barely survives one move.
Go buy clothes. Thin fabric designed to fall apart after a few washes.
Go eat at restaurants. Smaller portions, cheaper ingredients, higher prices.
Go buy appliances. “Smart” junk packed with planned obsolescence that dies in 3 years.
Go to hospitals. Burned out staff, rushed care, assembly-line medicine.
Go online. AI slop everywhere pretending to be expertise.
Go buy a new house. Paper-thin walls, cosmetic luxury, corner-cut construction.
This is the hidden tax nobody talks about:
You now have to pay premium prices just to get what used to be considered normal quality.
The currency was debased.
Then the products were debased.
Then the standards were debased.
Now people themselves are being trained to accept less and call it normal.
A civilization does not collapse all at once.
First, everything slowly becomes fake, fragile, rushed, and disposable.
Escape ⚡️