If this was all war-gamed out, was the Fake Pandemic judged to be the most effective and least destructive way to start to open people's eyes to
1) medical & pharm industry corruption
2) decades of intentional lies about nutrition, health, and medicine
3) our government WOULD TOO do things to harm us
4) news & entertainment orchestrated to program us
5) our "elected" officials are installed
6) history is manipulated
7) the US is the global bad guy spreading death not democracy
and much more?
What if it turns out a lot of viruses and tick- and flea-borne diseases originated in a lab?
Reasonable question.
The US has been weaponizing parasites for decades.
More background here:
https://t.co/nN2Ib70htw
In 2022 Jen Psaki was asked about claims that we were operating biolabs in Ukraine. She denied the existence of "bioweapons" programs and then called the whole thing Russian disinformation.
For those who are unaware, I’m the guy that the media crucified in 2022, for reporting on the US-funded biolabs in Ukraine.
Fact-checkers and dozens of MSM outlets, like WaPo, claimed I was an “extremist” and “QAnon figure”, for accurately reporting on these labs, which they said did not exist whatsoever.
In other words, the US government, in conjunction with their lapdogs in the media and social media, coordinated together to censor and smear me, for reporting on completely accurate information. I had my life ruined and spent the last 4+ years living in absolute hell. Meaning my Constitutional Rights have been violated by elements within the US intelligence community.
Attached is a thread I made when Elon let me back on Twitter, with a sample of some of the many defamatory articles written about me. I don’t know how or when, but one day, I will be compensated for the wrong that was done to me.
I will have justice.
This article was written by a 26 yr old college student by the name of Alyssa Ahlgren, who's in grad school for her MBA. What a GREAT perspecitve..👍🏽
My Generation Is Blind to the Prosperity Around Us!
I'm sitting in a small coffee shop near Nokomis (Florida) trying to think of what to write about. I scroll through my newsfeed on my phone looking at the latest headlines of presidential candidates calling for policies to "fix" the so-called injustices of capitalism. I put my phone down and continue to look around.
I see people talking freely, working on their MacBook's, ordering food they get in an instant, seeing cars go by outside, and it dawned on me. We live in the most privileged time in the most prosperous nation and we've become completely blind to it.
Vehicles, food, technology, freedom to associate with whom we choose.These things are so ingrained in our American way of life we don't give them a second thought.
We are so well off here in the United States that our poverty line begins 31 times above the global average. Thirty One Times!!!
Virtually no one in the United States is considered poor by global standards. Yet, in a time where we can order a product off Amazon with one click and have it at our doorstep the next day, we are unappreciative, unsatisfied, and ungrateful. ??
Our unappreciation is evident as the popularity of socialist policies among my generation continues to grow. Congresswoman Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez recently said to Newsweek talking about the millennial generation, "An entire generation, which is now becoming one of the largest electorates in America, came of age and never saw American prosperity."
Never saw American prosperity! Let that sink in.
When I first read that statement, I thought to myself, that was quite literally the most entitled and factually illiterate thing I've ever heard in my 26 years on this earth. Many young people agree with her, which is entirely misguided.
My generation is being indoctrinated by a mainstream narrative to actually believe we have never seen prosperity. I know this first hand, I went to college, let's just say I didn't have the popular opinion, but I digress.
Why then, with all of the overwhelming evidence around us, evidence that I can even see sitting at a coffee shop, do we not view this as prosperity? We have people who are dying to get into our country.
People around the world destitute and truly impoverished. Yet, we have a young generation convinced they've never seen prosperity, and as a result, we elect some politicians who are dead set on taking steps towards abolishing capitalism.
Why? The answer is this,?? my generation has only seen prosperity. We have no contrast. We didn't live in the great depression, or live through two world wars, the Korean War, The Vietnam War or we didn't see the rise and fall of socialism and communism.
We don't know what it's like to live without the internet, without cars, without smartphones. We don't have a lack of prosperity problem. We have an entitlement problem, an ungratefulness problem, and it's spreading like a plague."
There was a man at the next table in uniform, and the waitress would not let him pay.
I watched it happen. He reached for the small folder with the bill. She placed her hand flat upon it, gently, the way one stills a sword that should not be drawn.
"Not today," she said. "Somebody already got it. They asked me to tell you — thank you for your service."
He looked around the room. He did not know who. That was the point.
I set down my fork. I needed a moment to understand what I had seen.
In my homeland, a man who guards the realm is fed by the realm, openly, with ceremony, his name spoken at the gate. Here, a stranger pays for his meal and then hides, so that no debt may be felt. They guard the man even from the weight of being thanked.
"Thank you for your service."
I said it under my breath, testing the shape of it. Four words. A whole code folded inside four words.
(I confess my eyes stung. I blamed the pepper. There was no pepper.)
So I called the waitress over. "The firefighters," I said. "When they come. Their bill. Bring it to me." She blinked. "Sir, that could be a lot of people." "Then bring it to me," I said, "many times."
She laughed, but she wrote it down.
A man in a soft helmet at the counter — off duty, a firefighter, I learned — raised his coffee at me from across the room. He did not know the rite I had just sworn. He only saw a foreigner in old armor, smiling too hard.
"You good, man?" he asked.
I was not "good." I was overflowing. But the word for that is not a word they use at lunch, so I said, "I am good," and held the cup up too high, like a banner.
Here, the people who run toward fire are repaid by people who refuse to take the credit. The whole nation passes one quiet gift hand to hand, and no one signs it.
I am keeping a folder now. For the bills. So tell me where to send the thanks — I have a great deal of it, and I have only just begun.
USA. A gas station register. I was three cents short, and what happened next has quietly ruined my life.
The cashier did not sigh. She did not wait. She reached into a small dish beside the register, took three pennies, and paid my debt with them. "There you go, hon."
I asked whose coins those were.
"Take a penny, leave a penny," she said, pointing at a sign, as if those six words explained the dish, the store, and the entire country.
A tiny treasury. Open. Unguarded. By the door. Fed by anyone, for anyone. No ledger. No guard. No interest.
Let me be clear about what occurred: I, the head of an eight-hundred-year house, was bailed out at a gas station by an anonymous dish.
I could not sleep that night. A debt is a debt. The dish had stood for me. I would stand for the dish.
I returned the next morning with three pennies, plus one for honor. The cashier said I didn't have to do that. I returned the day after with five more. She said, "Sir, it's a penny dish." By Friday she had stopped explaining and simply waved when I came in.
A man does not ask three cents to be nothing. He returns four, and keeps returning.
The dish is now full. She says it has never been so full. Other customers have started adding to it — possibly out of confusion, possibly because a full dish invites fullness. Yesterday a man took two pennies and left a quarter. The economy of the doorway is booming.
I borrowed three cents. The debt was small.
The honor was not.
The cashier calls me "the penny guy" now. I came to this country with one name, eight hundred years old. I have since been Banana, and now the penny guy. I answer to all of them. Of course I answer to all of them.
"The United States States of America cannot live with the shackles of Birthright Citizenship. It is not economically, or otherwise, sustainable, and no other Country in the World, of consequence, does it!" - President Donald J. Trump
USA. A diner. The waitress asked me how I want my eggs, and my mind went completely blank.
"How do you want your eggs, hon?"
Want. How do I WANT them. No one has ever asked me this. In my land, the egg arrives as the cook decrees, and you thank the egg, the cook, and your ancestors, in that order.
"Scrambled? Over easy? Sunny side up?" she offered, gently, the way one talks a man down from a roof.
The terms did not help. Over easy — over WHAT, easily? Easy for whom? Sunny side up — these people have named an egg after the dawn. Who does that. I needed time.
I have chosen battlefields faster than I chose those eggs.
She refilled my coffee and said she'd come back. It was the second refill. I had been deciding for nine minutes.
The man on the next stool leaned over. "Just say over easy, man. You can't go wrong."
"And if I CAN go wrong?"
"...it's eggs, buddy."
It's eggs. Eight hundred years of my family training itself to want nothing, and this man dismissed all of it with a fork in his hand. He was right. I will never tell him.
"Sunny side up," I declared, with the weight of a man choosing a path for life. "I will face the sun."
"You got it, hon."
The eggs came. Two small suns on a white plate, looking up at me. Golden. Ridiculous. Exactly what I wanted.
So THAT is what wanting feels like. I had to cross an ocean and hold up a breakfast line to learn it.
The man on the next stool got his check and left. "Good choice," he said.
I have never been more proud of anything.
A man does not ask the eggs to be simple. He only becomes a man who knows what he wants.
Tomorrow: over easy. I am almost ready.
They really think Trump has no clue what’s going on, when in reality, he now controls the flow of 36%+ of the world’s crude oil supply, and just forced the nations of the world to buy oil from us, and Venezuela, which Trump conveniently already secured, along with the Panama Canal.
Now Trump’s focus on Greenland, Canada, and the Arctic shipping routes, makes even more sense. Trump is securing global shipping lanes, and turning the US into THE global energy superpower.
Trump has China, and the world, by the balls, and the sheep are oblivious. Trump is completely shaking up the global order, and forcing the world to deal through us. Trump is stripping the Deep State of their leverage, and securing the entire board.
You are watching the “world’s most powerful reset”, and the dawning of “The Golden Age”.
The Deep State’s reign is over. They have been outmaneuvered. Trump controls the oil, therefore, he controls the world.
Leverage obtained ✅
FOLLOW ME, THE NEXT DROP WILL BE SHOCKING
The label reading evolution:
Week 1: "I'll cut sunflower oil from the cupboard. Done."
Week 2: "Why is rapeseed oil in the bread."
Week 3: "Why is sunflower oil in the hummus."
Week 4: "Why is canola oil in the pesto."
Week 6: "The shop is now taking ninety minutes."
Week 8: "There's seed oil in the tinned tomatoes."
Week 10: "The 'olive oil mayonnaise' is 96% rapeseed."
Week 14: "Asking waiters what they fry the chips in. Nobody knows."
Week 18: "Bringing a small bottle of tallow to dinner parties."
Week 22: "Rendering my own dripping on a Sunday."
Week 26: "Pricing up half a cow and a chest freezer."
Week 30: "Considering whether the garden could support a heifer."
Week 36: "Naming the heifer."
The descent into paranoia is just pattern recognition arriving in real time.
A comprehensive demolition of this reporter, the story, the NYT and fake news journalism in general. But the most interesting bit to me are the pungent criticism of Biden's HHS secretary Xavier Becerra, which accords with my interactions with his flaks on the illegal migrant "children" he was flying into Westchester on charter planes in the middle of the night.
Kennedy says Becerra "almost never showed up for work here during his four years in office. [He] reportedly spent most of his term ... in California.
"His only notable accomplishments here were losing 300,000 children, referred to HHS for custody and care, to human traffickers and drug runners, encouraging transgender surgeries, and disabling the entire program-integrity apparatus, allowing hundreds of billions of dollars of theft from my agency. I have set out to find the children Becerra lost. He is now the front-runner for the governor of California."
Sheryl. Your article exemplifies the biased reporting we have come to expect from you and @nytimes. It was unfair, inimical, and inaccurate. All one needs to refute your argument is to glance at my publicly available calendar and to review my unprecedented list of accomplishments on a wide range of issues, all of which I drove. You evidently never undertook these foundational due diligences. Why let facts obscure a good story?
You fault me for missing a couple of monthly counselor meetings. However, I meet one-on-one with my counselors every day to decide policy and strategy. We schedule the monthly meetings to give the divisions a chance to keep each other informed about HHS-wide policies with which I’m already intimately familiar. Had you read my calendar, you would have seen that I have back-to-back meetings all day, every day, with both career and political staff, with my counselors and with outside stakeholders, interspersed with press conferences and other policy announcements.
I am knowledgeable and active on every issue in every division of my department, and I always make the final decisions. I meet with the principals at FDA, NIH, CDC, and my senior counselor every morning, something, I’m told, is unprecedented in HHS history. I try to get out of the office between 4:30 and 6:00 PM, so that I can spend three hours, in quiet, responding to emails. I normally work until 11 PM every night, mostly on phone calls to staff.
In order to prove your preconceived case for my disengagement, you quote anonymous employees, some of whom I fired or who quit to avoid being fired. You also deceptively quote HHS employees without identifying whether they were among those I fired, thereby depriving your readers of the opportunity to make an independent judgment about their credibility.
I came into this job to change the culture of a broken agency that has presided over the worst decline in public health in American history. Of course I fired people—lots of them! It's an easy task for even the laziest journalist, to comb that flotsam and jetsam for malevolence toward the Trump administration. And of course, this species of journalist will always be able to find disgruntled individuals among the 70,000 employees of the Department from whom to cherry pick "facts" to flesh out a preordained hit piece. All that is required for this brand of journalism is the ethical elasticity that you seem to have in spades. You had a preconceived thesis, and you set out to prove it. This is a widely accepted technique in journalism today, but I grew up in an era when it would not have been tolerated by the New York Times.
Ultimately, God puts us all on this earth to search for existential truths. I've tried to instill this mission at HHS by implementing gold standard research to end the regime of politicized science that COVID exposed to the American public. There was a time that journalists were proud to be the fearless and uncompromising champions of truth. Standards have devolved, and journalism is dead. The Times now employs propagandists. Your capitulation to partisanship further compounds your journalistic challenges; since we all are aware of your predictable bias, we at HHS are unwilling to talk to you about the topics that are important. The fact that you have minimal access to decision makers leaves you covering trivia and relying on your own capacity for invention.
Btw. When I took this job, the building was empty. About 90% of the employees were not coming to work. I changed that, but your newspaper never covers my reforms. Nor did you cover the fact that my predecessor almost never showed up for work here during his four years in office. When we came in, there were still artifacts from the first Trump administration in many of our office drawers because no one showed up for work during the Biden years. Just as Rochelle Walensky spent her entire term as CDC Director in Cambridge, Xavier Becerra reportedly spent most of his term as HHS Secretary in California. (I live in California, but I’ve only been there once in fifteen months).
His only notable accomplishments here were losing 300,000 children, referred to HHS for custody and care, to human traffickers and drug runners, encouraging transgender surgeries, and disabling the entire program-integrity apparatus, allowing hundreds of billions of dollars of theft from my agency. I have set out to find the children Becerra lost. He is now the front-runner for the governor of California. These are not invented stories; they are genuine scandals that the Times will never cover, presumably, because the malefactors are Democrats.
Finally, you criticize me for spending time with the Indian tribes in Alaska. I consider that part of my job. I run the Indian Health Services, and I’ve had unprecedented success in transforming IHS from a backwater to a top priority for this department. I’ve made more trips to Indian country and to Indian health clinics and hospitals than any HHS secretary in history, and I’ve brought Indians into high positions on the sixth floor for the first time in agency history. This is another success story that the Times will never cover.
Patriots, we’ve been fighting this silent war for nine long years. We’ve waited patiently for justice, and the finish line is finally in sight.
I get told who I can and can’t repost. People get upset no matter what position you take.
Friends block you over a simple repost because they disagree with someone else.
It’s exhausting.
But after all this time, we have to stay strong and stay united. Our one mission is crystal clear: Save our Republic from the deep state.
President Trump is leading that fight every single day.
You may disagree with some of his policy decisions or personnel picks — that doesn’t mean you oppose him or aren’t pro-MAGA.
It’s okay to support Trump while still thinking for yourself. You don’t have to agree with every single choice he makes.
In the end, this isn’t about influencer drama or who said what about whom. This is about defeating a group of Satanic deep state pedophiles who want to enslave us and our children.
Don’t lose hope. Don’t let the skirmishes discourage you. Trust yourself. Do your own research. Stay focused on making America great again and taking our Republic back.
We are close. Very close.
Sun Tzu: “In the midst of chaos, there is also opportunity.”
While they try to divide us, we stay locked on the real enemy.
Hold the line.
Nothing can stop what’s coming.
Nothing.
Sheryl. Your article exemplifies the biased reporting we have come to expect from you and @nytimes. It was unfair, inimical, and inaccurate. All one needs to refute your argument is to glance at my publicly available calendar and to review my unprecedented list of accomplishments on a wide range of issues, all of which I drove. You evidently never undertook these foundational due diligences. Why let facts obscure a good story?
You fault me for missing a couple of monthly counselor meetings. However, I meet one-on-one with my counselors every day to decide policy and strategy. We schedule the monthly meetings to give the divisions a chance to keep each other informed about HHS-wide policies with which I’m already intimately familiar. Had you read my calendar, you would have seen that I have back-to-back meetings all day, every day, with both career and political staff, with my counselors and with outside stakeholders, interspersed with press conferences and other policy announcements.
I am knowledgeable and active on every issue in every division of my department, and I always make the final decisions. I meet with the principals at FDA, NIH, CDC, and my senior counselor every morning, something, I’m told, is unprecedented in HHS history. I try to get out of the office between 4:30 and 6:00 PM, so that I can spend three hours, in quiet, responding to emails. I normally work until 11 PM every night, mostly on phone calls to staff.
In order to prove your preconceived case for my disengagement, you quote anonymous employees, some of whom I fired or who quit to avoid being fired. You also deceptively quote HHS employees without identifying whether they were among those I fired, thereby depriving your readers of the opportunity to make an independent judgment about their credibility.
I came into this job to change the culture of a broken agency that has presided over the worst decline in public health in American history. Of course I fired people—lots of them! It's an easy task for even the laziest journalist, to comb that flotsam and jetsam for malevolence toward the Trump administration. And of course, this species of journalist will always be able to find disgruntled individuals among the 70,000 employees of the Department from whom to cherry pick "facts" to flesh out a preordained hit piece. All that is required for this brand of journalism is the ethical elasticity that you seem to have in spades. You had a preconceived thesis, and you set out to prove it. This is a widely accepted technique in journalism today, but I grew up in an era when it would not have been tolerated by the New York Times.
Ultimately, God puts us all on this earth to search for existential truths. I've tried to instill this mission at HHS by implementing gold standard research to end the regime of politicized science that COVID exposed to the American public. There was a time that journalists were proud to be the fearless and uncompromising champions of truth. Standards have devolved, and journalism is dead. The Times now employs propagandists. Your capitulation to partisanship further compounds your journalistic challenges; since we all are aware of your predictable bias, we at HHS are unwilling to talk to you about the topics that are important. The fact that you have minimal access to decision makers leaves you covering trivia and relying on your own capacity for invention.
Btw. When I took this job, the building was empty. About 90% of the employees were not coming to work. I changed that, but your newspaper never covers my reforms. Nor did you cover the fact that my predecessor almost never showed up for work here during his four years in office. When we came in, there were still artifacts from the first Trump administration in many of our office drawers because no one showed up for work during the Biden years. Just as Rochelle Walensky spent her entire term as CDC Director in Cambridge, Xavier Becerra reportedly spent most of his term as HHS Secretary in California. (I live in California, but I’ve only been there once in fifteen months).
His only notable accomplishments here were losing 300,000 children, referred to HHS for custody and care, to human traffickers and drug runners, encouraging transgender surgeries, and disabling the entire program-integrity apparatus, allowing hundreds of billions of dollars of theft from my agency. I have set out to find the children Becerra lost. He is now the front-runner for the governor of California. These are not invented stories; they are genuine scandals that the Times will never cover, presumably, because the malefactors are Democrats.
Finally, you criticize me for spending time with the Indian tribes in Alaska. I consider that part of my job. I run the Indian Health Services, and I’ve had unprecedented success in transforming IHS from a backwater to a top priority for this department. I’ve made more trips to Indian country and to Indian health clinics and hospitals than any HHS secretary in history, and I’ve brought Indians into high positions on the sixth floor for the first time in agency history. This is another success story that the Times will never cover.