If anything good is to come from the current hoax, and there is actually much that is good, it is a realization of how little doctors know versus how much they pretend to know, and how brainwashed they are by their long and tedious education. But I speak narrowly, as that is true of all of us. We are all cradle-to-grave brainwashed, only a few break free.
In my case, it was an incident in my late 30s, a horrible crime committed on my family, coupled with self-employment, that acted as a slap in the face. Frank Pasciuti writes of the transformative powers of such incidents in his book Chrysalis Crisis, which I read some time ago, before the current regime of medical Nazism placed us all in isolation. It truly takes a slap in the face, and I am a fortunate person. I got that slap. It resuscitated a brain deeply mired in work and education, clueless about life.
At age 70 now, I am fully aware I am on the downhill side of life. George Carlin did a routine wherein he suggested we ought to live our lives in reverse, born with wisdom and knowledge, and regressing throughout before finally doing a swan dive back into the birth canal. It makes some sense. I wonder now how my mind worked all these past years, as I didn’t know shit, but at every age thought I did.
Another book well worth a look is Confessions of a Medical Heretic, by Dr. Robert S. Mendelsohn, who died in 1988. The book came out in 1979 and was widely read at a time when more people knew how to read, 300,000 copies sold. The book, of course, is widely panned by the medical profession, and of course, by Wikipedia, an Intelligence front and the source of official truth these days, or of all official lies. This man would actually pick up crying babies and hold them, taking them out to nursing stations for attention. They needed that far more than any cures offered by doctors. He was kind and wise.
I thought of this book because our hospitals are empty, and the death rate down. All “unnecessary” medical procedures have been cancelled. I cannot speak to the number of people who are suffering at home who should have received these treatments other than use of the word “unnecessary.” I suspect that it is packed with meaning.
Maybe it is time where we can all thrive by our own resources. If underutilized hospitals is a result of the fake pandemic, maybe we need to to reexamine the existence of these medical factories and the bought priesthood that runs them.
But I can only speak for myself. I have long avoided doctors. I was working on the woodwork in a bedroom a couple of weeks ago, pulling 2-1/2 inch brads out of the window frames. My vice grip slipped and my hand violently hit another brad sticking out below. The result was a painful and deep cut in my thumb the bled incessantly for a couple of days, coupled with my best swear words. I then watched as it healed, self-cauterized, scar tissue forming. I look at that thumb now, only two weeks later, and the wound is invisible.
What remarkable organisms are our bodies. The idea that we are threatened by a virus is medical nonsense promoted by charlatans. They want power over us. They want us to walk around in masks and stay six feet apart. They have closed down our (small) businesses, and taught us to distrust one another and to trust them. They are monsters.
I have refused steadfastly to obey even one of their commands. When finally getting a haircut last week, I told the gal not to bother washing her hands. Even as the sign on the door said masks were required, I did not wear one, and she did not care. She needed my money. When I read a magazine while waiting (others were forced to wait in their cars), I was told that I must take the magazine with me when I left, as the virus might be contained on the paper. I left it in the chair. I wonder if anyone dared place it back in the stand.
That is quackery. That is witch doctors selling us potions. These people, our medical priests, do not know shit. We need to ignore them and their double bubble toil and trouble nonsensical rituals. But people are brainwashed. Our daughter-in-law was walking in an open space park recently without a mask. A masked woman she passed on the trail said to her “Way to be selfish.” The woman, obviously deep in TV news and unable to think properly, needed a dope slap. I might have given her one, but I am not like most people.*
Which is my larger point. My wife and I are now in our seventies, and are deeply bonded and pledged to take care of one another. We will see ourselves out, thank you. We don’t need no stinking doctors or the modern version of lunatic asylums called hospitals. We are, after all, not lunatics. When the Bill Gates brownshirts come around with mandatory vaccinations, I don’t know how we will protect ourselves. If there is fear around, that is ours – medical Nazis.
*In this same park, rangers put up a COVID-19 sign warning people to wear masks and stay six feet apart. On first seeing it I angrily knocked it down, saying goddamn it, I’ve had enough. When we returned by that path someone had dutifully placed it upright again. I picked it up and carried it a couple of blocks to an outhouse and placed it behind. I thought if caught in the act, I would merely say that the sign was too big to fit down the hole, where it belonged, so I left it outside the facility.