Joe Rogan and Taylor Sheridan just had a raw conversation about Tulsi Gabbard’s final act as Director of National Intelligence exposing Fauci.
ROGAN: “Tulsi Gabbard gave that press conference about Fauci and she talked about how he lied in front of Congress and that he absolutely used American tax funds to fund gain of function research through EcoHealth Alliance and through the Wuhan lab… and you know no one's covering it.”
SHERIDAN: “Didn't we all know that already?”
ROGAN: “Well, we knew it, but my parents didn't. People that just like just read the newspapers and watch TV, they don't know.”
SHERIDAN: “I've never seen anything as flagrantly obvious as COVID coming from the Wuhan lab.”
“You've got news anchors keeping a straight face saying it came from the wet market.”
ROGAN: “This was a courageous step… calling it out and saying that it came from a lab in Wuhan, China was somehow conflated with racism.”
SHERIDAN: “Fauci had attorneys reaching out to Biden's camp the last day when he got the pardon. Geez, it's just a preemptive pardon is nuts.”
ROGAN: “By every definition, it's gain of function research. And Fauci is still saying, ‘You do not know what you are talking about.’”
“If you read RFK Jr.'s book, The Real Anthony Fauci… he ran this exact same playbook during the AIDS pandemic. The villain is Anthony Fauci.”
Almost Five years ago I was a healthy, very active man in the prime of my life.
An artist by heart and soul who had traveled to over 100 countries, maintained peak health and fitness, and ran or hiked miles in nature almost every day. Simple, full, and free.
Then on July 21, 2021, I received the Moderna COVID vaccine.
I felt it the moment it entered my body.
Within days a cytokine storm triggered a rare neuromuscular disease and multi-system damage. I went from the ICU to six brutal weeks in hospital, and nothing has been the same since.
Today I am mostly bedridden, confined to my bedroom. I cannot work. I cannot drive. I cannot grocery shop. I can barely walk more than short distances on my best days. I have not left my house further than a quarter mile in years.
Every single day I endure ischemic stroke-like episodes, a partially paralyzed diaphragm that makes breathing a struggle, severe neuropathic pain, esophagus and larynx spasms, severe swallowing issues that make eating difficult, severe trigeminal and occipital neuralgia, crushing fatigue, dysphagia that turns eating into an hour-long ordeal, neuro degeneration and neuromuscular disease diagnosed as ALS unspecified, and waves of symptoms that force me to be bedridden.
Doctors mostly dismissed me as psychosomatic, anxious, or worse. One diagnosis I had to sue to have removed from my record. I spent over $60,000 chasing every treatment the injured community has tried. Nothing gave lasting relief. I became my own doctor , turning to sunlight, grounding, circadian alignment, nature, and my faith in God, which is what carries me when the body wants to quit.
For three years I have spoken out , documenting my journey, writing on X and Substack, calling for acknowledgment, proper diagnostic codes, real care, and accountability for what was done to us. I stand with every vaccine-injured person who has been denied, dismissed, and abandoned.
Yet suddenly the story has gone silent.
People are no longer talking about the people who became severely disabled after one shot. Support has dwindled. The institutions that told us it was safe have offered no honest accounting. No real acknowledgment. No justice.
The reality is that we did not recover when the headlines ended.
We are still here. I am still here.
Still mostly bedridden.
2026 has been brutal.
Still fighting every single day.
Still waiting for the truth to be told.
Please share this. Not for sympathy, but because thousands of vaccine-injured people deserve to know they have not been forgotten.
My time here in X soon comes to an end and halt, yet I am grateful to have met such wonderful people and the support I have received . I know there is not much you can do for us, but I am very grateful for all the absolutely amazing and wonderful prayers and words I have received. Thank you from my heart.
Prayers is what this worlds needs more than ever.
Please don’t stop believing and dreaming of a better world.
God is not finished with us yet.
May God Bless you and peace be with you.
Henry Nowak died the same way a civilization dies: abandoned, handcuffed by authorities who neither trusted nor cared for him, and accused of hate crimes he did not commit. His murder is as tragic as it is enraging. He should still be alive today, and he would be if the last few generations of European elites had stood their ground against the politics of self-hatred and the mass invasion of migrants, many of whom despise the West and the people who love it.
Henry was far from the first to so needlessly lose his life, and I fear he won’t be the last. Each time a life like his is lost, the proper response—the only response—is righteous anger. One of the most important things the Trump administration has proven to the world is that stopping the flow of mass migration and defending national sovereignty is a matter of political will and leadership. Anything else is an excuse.
It is because we love the West that we want to preserve it. We love our civilization. We love our country. We love our children. And nobody—nobody—should ever die the way that Henry Nowak died. May God comfort those who loved him, and may God rest his soul.
When I was Muslim, I used to ask Christians:
“If Jesus was really God, why did He eat, sleep, and bleed like us?”
And honestly, I used to ask it with pride like it was some unbeatable argument.
But later I realized something:
That question was not exposing Christianity.
It was exposing my misunderstanding of what kind of God Jesus claimed to be.
Because the real question is not:
“Why would God become weak?”
The real question is:
“What kind of God would willingly step into human suffering at all?”
Islam taught me about a God who was distant and untouchable.
But Christianity introduced me to a God who stepped into hunger, exhaustion, grief, pain, betrayal, blood, and suffering with us.
And suddenly His humanity stopped feeling like weakness to me.
It became proof of love.
If Jesus ate, it means He came close enough to experience hunger beside us.
If He slept, it means He embraced the exhaustion we carry.
If He bled, it means He did not stand above suffering watching us from a distance.
He entered it Himself.
Philippians 2 says Christ emptied Himself and took on flesh.
Not because He stopped being God, but because He wanted humanity to finally see what God is actually like.
And it turns out God is willing to suffer for the people He loves.
That changed everything for me.
Because every other religion demanded sacrifice from humanity.
Jesus became the sacrifice Himself.
And no prophet in history ever claimed that.
Both men said “I can’t breathe”, but only one man’s death was covered relentlessly by the media.
The only conclusion that can be drawn is that the legacy mainstream media is incredibly, hatefully racist against Whites.
@farmingandJesus This is a hard one. My mom was 45 and my dad was 61 when I was born. It never crossed their mind to get rid of me. They saw me as a blessing.
If I were the guy, I probably would have separated but I’m not sure about divorce.