Sen. Ron Johnson: “Are there any studies on the Amish?”
Dr. Brian Hooker: “The only cases of Autism in the Amish population were among adopted children who had been vaccinated BEFORE joining Amish families. ZERO cases in unvaccinated Amish-born kids.”
This is devastating.
An entire unvaccinated population with ZERO autism in their own children — until vaccines are introduced.
Why isn’t this front-page news? Why has this data been buried?
The Amish are living proof of what happens when you don’t inject infants with 70+ doses of vaccines.
Our kids are being poisoned while they gaslight us and call it “coincidence.”
This isn’t about “better diagnosis.” This is about what we’re injecting into our babies.
Say NO to the shots... for your children & for yourself.
In late 2007, a young Lionel Messi walked into a dressing room at Camp Nou expecting another routine charity photoshoot.
Instead, he found a small plastic bathtub, a rubber duck, and a five month old baby waiting for him.
The photoshoot was part of a charity calendar organized by the newspaper Sport, the FC Barcelona Foundation and UNICEF. Families from the working class neighborhood of Rocafonda in Mataró entered a raffle for the chance to have their child photographed with a Barcelona player.
One of the winning families was Mounir Nasraoui and Sheila Ebana.
Their baby was named Lamine Yamal.
Photographer Joan Monfort later remembered that Messi was only 20 years old and naturally shy. At first, he wasn't even sure how to hold the baby. With a little help from Lamine's mother, he gently bathed him while the cameras clicked. It was simply another charity event. Nobody thought much of it afterward.
The photographs were published in the 2008 charity calendar and then quietly disappeared into the archives.
Seventeen years later, during Euro 2024, Lamine's father shared one of those forgotten images on Instagram with the caption, "The beginning of two legends."
The world was stunned.
The shy young footballer holding that baby would become one of the greatest players the game has ever seen. The baby in the bathtub would grow up through La Masia, break records as Barcelona's youngest debutant, become Spain's youngest international, and help his country win Euro 2024 before turning 18.
What began as an ordinary UNICEF charity photoshoot became one of football's most remarkable coincidences
🚨🗣️David Beckham on England’s 2:1 defeat to Argentina, says Messi is the GREATEST Player of all time:
“Football has a poetic way of completing its own stories. England once saw the Hand of God… tonight, they witnessed the Left Foot of God. Messi didn’t just play the game, he conducted it like a maestro leading an orchestra. Every touch was a sentence, every pass was a masterpiece, and those two assists were brushstrokes on football’s greatest canvas.
People spend their careers chasing greatness. Messi has spent his career redefining it. When the pressure reaches its highest peak, he becomes the calmest man in the stadium. That’s a gift you can’t coach, you can’t buy, and you certainly can’t defend against.
I’ve played with and against some of the greatest players this sport has ever seen, but what Lionel Messi continues to do on the biggest stage is beyond statistics, it’s legacy written in real time. Nights like this aren’t just victories; they’re chapters in football history.
For me, the debate is over. Lionel Messi isn’t just one of the greatest players of all time… he is the greatest player of all time.”
—🎙️Mixed Zone
Written by someone else but very well said...
South Africans keep asking how much worse things can get.
That is the wrong question.
The question is what happens when decline becomes permanent.
For more than thirty years we have adapted to failure.
When electricity failed, we adapted.
When policing failed, we adapted.
When municipalities failed, we adapted.
When water systems failed, we adapted.
When roads deteriorated, we adapted.
When corruption was exposed, we adapted.
Every crisis became another inconvenience to work around.
Every failure became another expense.
Every expense became another sacrifice.
What we call resilience today would have been considered unacceptable twenty years ago.
The danger is not the collapse of institutions.
The danger is the collapse of expectations.
South Africans no longer expect functioning municipalities.
South Africans no longer expect reliable electricity.
South Africans no longer expect effective policing.
South Africans no longer expect government accountability.
We expect failure and then congratulate ourselves for surviving it.
That is not resilience.
That is surrender disguised as resilience.
The average South African is now paying to replace functions that government was created to provide.
Private security.
Solar systems.
Generators.
Water tanks.
Boreholes.
Medical aid.
Private education.
Armed response.
Tracking systems.
Insurance products designed around government failure.
Every year more responsibility moves to the citizen.
Every year more authority remains with the state.
That is the imbalance nobody is discussing.
A citizen who spends most of his income defending himself from decline is not building a future.
He is preserving the present.
His children inherit the same burden.
Then their children inherit it again.
Eventually an entire generation grows up believing this is simply how a country operates.
That is the true danger.
Not that South Africa collapses tomorrow.
Not that there is some dramatic event on the horizon.
But that decline becomes institutionalised.
Permanent.
Accepted.
Normal.
History shows that societies rarely lose their freedoms all at once.
They lose them gradually as independence becomes more expensive and dependence becomes more necessary.
The question South Africans should be asking is not whether the country is getting worse.
The evidence already answers that.
The question is this:
At what point does survival stop being resilience and start becoming acceptance?
Because once a nation accepts deterioration as normal, the battle is no longer against corruption, crime, failing infrastructure or incompetent governance.
The battle is against the belief that nothing better is possible.
And that is the moment decline stops being temporary and becomes a way of life.
Written by Shaun Schutte
14 June 2026”
You have noticed it. ChatGPT feels dumber than it used to. Your prompts that worked six months ago produce worse results now. The writing sounds flatter. The ideas sound safer. The internet itself feels like it is shrinking. Every article reads the same. Every email sounds the same. Every answer sounds like it was written by the same voice.
You thought it was you. It is not you.
Researchers at Oxford and Cambridge published a paper in Nature proving what is happening. They call it Model Collapse.
Here is the mechanism in one sentence. AI trained on AI-generated data gets dumber every generation until it forgets what real human data looked like.
The internet is filling with AI-generated content. Blog posts. Articles. Reviews. Comments. Social media. AI companies scrape the internet to train the next generation of models. Which means the next generation of AI is being trained on the output of the current generation.
Each cycle loses information. Not randomly. It loses the rarest, most unusual, most creative parts first. The researchers call these the "tails of the distribution." The weird ideas. The unexpected perspectives. The things that made the internet feel human. Those disappear first.
What remains is the average. The safe. The expected. The bland.
Then the next generation trains on that. And loses more. And the next generation trains on that. And loses more. The researchers proved this is not a slow decline. Major degradation happens within just a few iterations. Even when some of the original human data is preserved.
They tested it on large language models. On image generators. On statistical models. The pattern was the same every time. The output converges toward a narrow, flattened version of reality that looks nothing like the original data.
The lead researcher put it plainly. "Large language models are like fire. A useful tool. But one that pollutes the environment."
The pollution is invisible. You cannot see which sentence on the internet was written by a human and which was written by AI. Neither can the AI that is about to train on it. And once the tails are gone, they do not come back. The damage is irreversible.
This is not a prediction anymore. It is a diagnosis.
The internet you grew up on was built by humans writing things no algorithm would have written. Strange, personal, imperfect, alive. That internet is being diluted. One generation of AI at a time. And the models trained on what remains are learning a smaller and smaller version of the world.
Model Collapse is not a technical problem. It is a cultural one. The thing that made the internet worth reading is the thing that disappears first.
A self-taught Irish schoolteacher wrote a book in 1854 that almost nobody read for 80 years, until a 21-year-old MIT student picked it up and realized it could be used to design every computer in human history.
His name was George Boole. The book is called An Investigation of the Laws of Thought.
Boole was born in 1815 in Lincoln, England. His family was poor. He left school at 16 to support them. He taught himself Latin, Greek, French, German, and Italian.
Then he taught himself mathematics. By 19 he had opened his own school. By 24 he was publishing original papers in the Cambridge Mathematical Journal, competing with men who had spent decades inside the best universities in Britain.
He never had a degree. He never had a mentor. In 1849, Queen's College in Cork hired him as a professor anyway.
In 1854, he published his masterwork. What he built inside it was something nobody had attempted before at this scale. He turned logic into algebra.
Before Boole, logic was philosophy. You argued in sentences. You reasoned in paragraphs. It was powerful and completely impossible to automate, because there was no formal system underneath it, just language.
Boole stripped it down to arithmetic. He showed that every act of human reasoning could be reduced to operations on two values. True or false. One or zero. AND, OR, NOT. If both conditions are true, the result is true. If neither is, the result is false. Every judgment a human mind makes, every decision, every deduction, could be written as an equation following those rules.
Logicians read it. They found it interesting. Engineers building machines had never heard of it.
For 83 years, the book sat there.
Then in 1937, a 21-year-old MIT master's student named Claude Shannon was working on a thesis about electrical relay circuits. Switches that could be open or closed. Current that either flowed or didn't.
He read Boole and understood something nobody had connected before.
An open switch is a zero. A closed switch is a one. A circuit with two switches in series only carries current when both are closed. That is AND. A circuit with two switches in parallel carries current when either is closed. That is OR. Shannon proved that every possible logical relationship Boole had described could be physically built using wire and switches.
That single insight is the foundation of every computer ever made.
After Shannon, chip designers stopped thinking about electricity and started thinking about logic. Every transistor on every processor running right now is implementing a Boolean operation. Every if-statement in every codebase is Boolean logic. Every database query using AND or OR. Every neural network threshold that fires or doesn't fire. All of it is running the algebra of a self-taught schoolteacher from Lincoln who died 160 years ago.
The strangest part is what happened to Boole at the end.
He was walking to class in November 1864 when he got caught in a rainstorm. He lectured for hours in wet clothes. He went home sick. His wife, Mary, believed in homeopathic medicine and thought the cure should mirror the cause. She wrapped him in wet sheets and poured cold water over him repeatedly.
He died a few days later. He was 49.
He never saw a transistor. He never saw a circuit. He never saw a single physical machine run a single one of his rules.
His book is in the public domain. Free to download. Most engineers use the word Boolean dozens of times a week. Almost none of them know who they are saying.
The man whose logic runs inside every phone, every server, and every AI model on Earth died soaking wet in a small Irish town, 83 years before anyone figured out what he had actually built.
Open letter to Pfizer and Every Pharma Executive Who Still Sleeps at Night,
You don’t know me, but you know what you’ve done. I’m a father whose child was stolen by your poisons… yes, poisons, not “medicines.” I watched my kid’s light go out after your so called “wellness” visit, after your toxic shots. Don’t you dare tell me it was a coincidence. I saw it with my own eyes, and I’ll never forget it. You can hide behind your bought science and your paid-off regulators, but you can’t erase what you’ve done to my family and millions of others.
Now, as a paramedic, I see the bodies piling up from your latest atrocity, the COVID shots. Young people dropping dead, strokes, seizures, turbo cancers, sudden deaths that you pretend are just “bad luck.” You’ve turned ambulances into morgues and hospitals into dancing death dealers. You’ve unleashed a silent genocide and you have the gall to whine about “legal floodgates” opening? You’re not scared for the victims, you’re scared for your profits and your own worthless hides.
You are not healers. You are predators. You are the architects of suffering, the high priests of a death cult that worships money and power above all else. You’ve corrupted every institution, silenced every honest voice, and gaslit the world into believing your lies. But the truth is bleeding out now, and no amount of PR or censorship will save your reputation.
I want you to feel the anguish you’ve inflicted on every parent who watched their child disappear, every family who lost someone “unexpectedly,” every person who trusted you and paid with their life. I want you to know that even though you’ve hid in darkness your day in the light is coming. You can’t hide behind your lawyers and your media puppets forever. The world is waking up, and when the reckoning comes, there won’t be enough blood money in the world to buy your way out.
You are monsters. And you will legally and lawfully answer for what you’ve done.
Sincerely,
A father you destroyed, A paramedic who sees the truth, A human being who will never, EVER, forget,
Harry Fisher
NRP
Mansa Musa of Mali was the wealthiest human being in recorded history.... His 1324 AD, pilgrimage to Mecca was so staggering that it destabilized the global gold market for a decade.
The Mali Empire at its height controlled more territory than Western Europe. Its wealth came from commanding the trans-Saharan trade routes in gold and salt. Mansa Musa inherited this empire in 1312 AD, and expanded it further. He administered a sophisticated bureaucratic state with provinces, governors, and standardized trade regulations. His court in Timbuktu attracted scholars, architects, and poets from across the Islamic world.
His pilgrimage caravan in 1324 AD, included 60,000 people and 100 camels. Each camel carried 136 kilograms of pure gold. He distributed gold so freely across Egypt and North Africa that gold's purchasing value collapsed across the region. Egyptian merchants and traders documented the inflation in their own records. The economic disruption lasted a full decade after his passage.
Arab geographers and historians documented Mansa Musa extensively during his lifetime. His empire housed the University of Sankore in Timbuktu, which enrolled approximately 25,000 students. The university's library held between 400,000 and 700,000 manuscripts. Those manuscripts covered mathematics, astronomy, medicine, law, and theology. When European colonial academics arrived in West Africa centuries later, they described the continent as having no history or civilization. The manuscripts were already there. The ruins of Sankore were already there. The suppression of this history was a choice, not an oversight.
#drthehistories
"You can only confiscate the wealth that exists at a given moment. You cannot confiscate future wealth — and that future wealth is less likely to be produced when people see that it is going to be confiscated."
— Thomas Sowell
BREAKING NEWS: Mayo Clinic is offering me an "Executive Director" position for up to $400k 😃
Oh and they're not the only one. My email inbox is suddenly filling up with Executive job offers from several big Pharmaceutical companies.
So this is what I get for helping 9000+ Cancer patients with Ivermectin & Mebendazole and leading the largest Ivermectin Cancer Project in the world?
After talking about a New Florida Cancer Clinic? 🤔
If they can't sabotage me, they'll just buy me out? 💵
I have to admit, it is mildly amusing.
Ten years ago, I may have jumped at something like this. It's almost tailor made for me.
But at this stage of my life...can't say I felt even a hint of temptation. They really don't know me very well 😃
Sorry, Mayo Clinic.
I'm building a Cancer Center in Florida.
It's going to be a bit different from yours. 😉
Larry Ellison just asked the one question no journalist on Earth can answer.
A Wall Street Journal writer told Ellison to his face that Elon Musk doesn’t know what he’s doing.
Ellison didn’t argue. Didn’t get emotional. He just asked a question.
Ellison: “This guy is landing rockets on robot drone rafts in the ocean, and you’re saying he doesn’t know what he’s doing. You ever land a rocket?”
One question. No recovery.
Ellison: “Who are you? Why should I believe you as opposed to my friend Elon?”
This is the question the entire media class has been dodging for a decade. Who are you to judge? What have you built? What have you shipped? What problem have you solved that didn’t involve a keyboard and a deadline?
Ellison: “You’re there in front of your Apple Macintosh typing up an article saying Elon’s an idiot.”
They sit behind a laptop they did not engineer. Using a network they did not build. Running on silicon they cannot explain. To tell the world that the man sending humans to space doesn’t know what he’s doing.
They have never built anything heavier than a Word document.
And they publish it with absolute certainty.
That’s the part that should disturb you. Not the criticism. The confidence behind it. The total absence of self-awareness it takes to judge disciplines you wouldn’t last a single semester in.
Musk does not operate in opinion. He operates in the physical layer of the universe where the math closes or the rocket does not come home.
His critics operate in a text editor.
He built the vehicle that carries NASA astronauts to the International Space Station. The satellite constellation delivering internet to active war zones. The EV that forced every automaker on Earth to abandon their combustion roadmap.
His loudest critics built a byline.
So why the coordinated hatred?
Because they lost the leash.
The attacks didn’t escalate because Musk got worse at engineering. They escalated because he bought X. He cracked open the algorithm. He handed the public square back to the people. And he shattered their ability to control what you’re allowed to think.
They don’t hate the engineer.
They hate that the engineer took their monopoly.
You cannot cancel a rocket. You cannot publish a hit piece on gravity. You cannot edit the laws of physics.
They own the syntax.
He owns the physics.
One of them is going to Mars.