I have before me the book The Real Anthony Fauci, by Bobby Kennedy, Jr. I am ten pages into it, and am going to finish it. I will read this book differently than my normal way – I put the 3M flags away. It is apparent only reading ten pages that Kennedy is bought into the Scamdemic. He is certain there is a virus, and that the death count is accurate.
On the latter point, death toll, Kennedy has amazing resources helping him to put together this book. I can tell by the detailed analysis and free availability of statistics and references. He must have ten people behind him doing research. Yet no one thought to look into the matter of excess deaths. As I found out doing just Internet research, there are either hundreds of thousands of excess deaths in the United States (CDC) or none (UN). If I can do this sort of work, so too can Kennedy and his people.
Another thing is clear – the people behind this book know what is up. They are clear and on message regarding the effects of lockdown, the cruel humiliation behind masking, and uncertainty about what is in the vaccine. I do not expect that Kennedy will doubt for a moment in this book that the vaccines are indeed intended to hamper the spread of diseases.
[PS: Kennedy also believes in the PCR test. He knows about amplifications, but it has not destroyed his faith in the test.]
It is also clear from reading ten pages that Kennedy has set out to destroy the reputations of Bill Gates and Anthony Fauci Jr. He is relentless in pounding away at Fauci, and less so but with equal venom against Gates.
What does it mean when one oligarch attacks another? Controlled opposition, of course.
Right away this book is labeled a NY TImes best seller, so that all of this steam of opposition to the Covid nightmare will gather around Kennedy. In this manner, opposition to vaccines and lockdowns and masks and distancing will be under house control. There will be no mention of the possibility that the virus does not exist, or that the whole of the pandemic was a scary movie designed to herd people to a “vaccine” long in development and intended for purposes other than those stated.
I wonder if back before 3/11/2020 when plans were being made to implement the pandemic that a line on a timeline somewhere says “Introduce book by RFK Jr. as a means of herding and controlling opposition to our work.
I am just now getting going in a book by Leo Tolstoy called Anna Karenina. At 771 pages I feel that it will get me thought the next five weeks of virtual isolation. I am very impressed so far that Tolstoy is very good at creating and describing realistic characters, two of whom are Alexander Vronsky and Kitty Shcherbatsky. Already the plot is a tangled weave, as Kitty is truly in love with Constantine Levin, but has turned down his proposal of marriage, and is foolishly waiting for Vronsky’s proposal. However, …
“Marriage had never presented itself to him as a possibility. Not only did he dislike family life, but in accordance with the views generally held in the bachelor world in which he lived he regarded a family , and especially a husband, as something alien, hostile, and above all ridiculous. But although Vronsky had no suspicion of what Kitty’s parents were saying, he felt, as he left the Shcherbatsky’s house that night, that the secret spiritual bond between him and Kitty had so strengthened during the evening that some action ought to be taken But what this should or could be he could not imagine.
‘That’s what is so delightful’, he thought as he left the Shcherbatsky’s house, carrying away from there, as usual, a pleasant feeling of purity and freshness (partly due to the fact that he had not smoked at all that evening) a deeply touched by a new sense of tender joy in the consciousness of her love for him. ‘That is what is so delightful, that nothing was said by either me or her, yet we so well understand one another in that subtle language of looks and tones and to-day more plainly than ever she has told me that she loves me. And how sweetly, simply, and above all trustfully! I feel myself better and purer; I feel I have a heart and that there is much good in me. Those dear loving eyes when she said, “and very much!”
Oh yes, I see trouble on the horizon. Kitty’s parents, by the way, are split on the matter, her mother charmed by Vronsky, her father seeing through him. In short order there will be a ball, and Vronsky will be indifferent and inattentive to Kitty, and she will be devastated. In the meantime, he will be devoted and rapt for the entire evening by … Anna Karenina.
Already I am wanting a Kitty-Levin union. He lives in works in the countryside raising crops and animals, and people who meet him routinely ask how he manages his boredom, which he does not suffer. He seems an authentic man.
By the way, Click and Clack, the Tappet Brothers (Car Talk) have fictitious employees at the end of their broadcast, some hilarious, such as the former staff brake tester Carson DeLake, and the staff tailor, Hugh Jass. But as I recall, they also used to plug a book called The Life of Leo Tolstoy, by Warren Peece.
And, today is my last hurrah, my last day walking upright for two weeks. I will be on a knee scooter. My plan is to simply stay home, and to stay on this floor during that time. I started Anna Karenina knowing this was coming, and wanted something of substance to occupy me. To manage, I have to move everything I need from upstairs, toiletries, and clothing. I will move my speaker that I use to listen to podcasts while showering down here too.
Yesterday I cooked up a storm, wanting to have two weeks of food on hand. That took hours, and I’ve more to do today.
Today is my last day of driving, and dinner out this evening my last trip prior to surgery. For anyone who cares, the surgery will be to repair a torn tendon in my right ankle, caused by a skiing accident on January 30 of this year. I need to get it fixed as I am not walking properly, and as a result have developed lower back pain on the right side. Everything is connected …
At the end of two weeks, I am switched from cast and no weight on that foot to a boot, and a gradual re-entry into my life, but still no driving. I do imagine I will be able to return to the gym, for upper body work anyway. I expect to be a bowl of jelly by then. As I told the man who rented crutches to me on Friday, I will be playing the violin again before you know it. He said that is an odd outcome for an ankle injury.
You can bet I will be writing. It’s a way to pass time, that’s all.