I grabbed these words from Jon Rappoport, a blog post titled COVID vaccine secret, a stunner.

A man visits a vast auto junkyard looking for parts. Over the office door, he sees a sign: “1972 Ferrari 365 GTB/4 Daytona Spider. Inquire within.”

The owner of the junkyard tells him, “We’re offering shares in the Ferrari. Three thousand a share. When we eventually sell it, you’ll make at least double your investment.”

The man says, “Where is the car? I’d like to see it.”

“Well,” the junkyard owner says, “look around you. We’ve got several square miles of cars and parts. The Ferrari is out there somewhere. We recently ran a test on exhaust fumes with a special instrument. It concluded that the ’72 Ferrari had recently been driven through the yard here…”

This is the sort of thing that happens in virology.

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The above is a screen grab from an article posted at the National Health Federation website. I don’t know if I am allowed to do that. It is written by a guy named Charles Frohman, and he did a nice job.  He’s convinced there is a virus, so he loses me, but still, he’s got a good grip on things otherwise.

I have a conference call coming up in an hour or so, and no expectations. It is organized by a gal named Pam Popper. I say “no expectations” because in viewing her videos it is clear she thinks there is a virus, and that it is contagious. Nonetheless, she runs two sites, The Wellness Forum, and Make Americans Free Again that are worthy. She puts out mercifully short videos – I just cannot watch or listen to everything that is available. For the most part, I got it. I know what is up, I know what they are doing, and why.

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I’ll be brief. My pre-election post compared Biden to Moses and Vespasian. Parallel to that, Trump plays Pharoah of the Exodus and Nero. With the election seemingly settled, that begs the question: Whither Pharoah/Nero? In fiction (‘Quo Vadis’, ie) Nero falls on his sword. In one ‘reality’ I’ve entertained over the years, Epaphroditus, Nero’s secretary, had a slave in the retinue stick a shiv in the emperor’s blubber- regicide. This because Nero had executed his own wife, Poppaea, who was a member of a secret society operating under Nero’s nose and within which Epaphroditus was a key operative.

Nevertheless, the actual details of Nero’s demise are uncertain. Sound familiar?

They don’t kill their own. But, when needed, they do kill personas. With that in mind, how does the Trump persona kick off? I will say, with nothing of substance to back it, that the Trump persona will perish in a plane or helicopter crash over water. Rumors of sabotage will never die. Like Pharoah, the body will never be produced. Trump will then join all the other personas on Epstein Island, greeted warmly by colleagues for having played his part so masterfully in another ritualized fabrication of history.

The End.

“Because even if I should speak, no one would believe me. And they would not believe me precisely because they would know what I said was true.” (James Baldwin)

The following post is more for proof that certain documents were sent to the Office of the Governor of Colorado than for anyone’s reading enjoyment. After a round of Freedom of Information exchanges, I came to the conclusion his staff members simply don’t know anything. Orders come from above. They have no clue as to masking, distancing, the utter uselessness of PCR testing or the failure to isolate a virus anywhere, anytime.

My intent then is contained in the fourth paragraph of my letter to Megan Ryan, the woman who “handled” my FOIA by linking me to a bunch of non-scientific mask studies, and nothing more. She ignored everything else including distancing, quarantine, isolation of virus, etc. She must have spent all of ten minutes on the exercise, cursing me as she went. I want it on record that that office has access to information about the pandemic, as lawsuits are indeed cropping up around the world. I do not want them, if sued, to be able to claim innocence. By putting the information forwarded to Ryan up here, I have evidence that she received the package I sent on December 21, 2020. Without this, I fear they may send it back or shred it, claiming never to have gotten it. Eventually I will include the tracking data.

I ask that anyone with resources link to this post, or mirror it, so that it too does not go down Winston Smith’s memory hole. (Smith, if you remember the book 1984, worked for the Ministry of Truth.) The memory hole was a small chute that led to a large incinerator. A metaphorical memory is deliberate alteration or disappearance of inconvenient or embarrassing documents, photographs, transcripts or other records, such as from a website or other archive, particularly as part of an attempt to give the impression that something never happened. I want the Governor of Colorado to face his constituents in court. In my view, he has committed abuse and fraud against us.

What follows is mere use of this blog for storage. Read it if you please, but I am using it to serve a different purpose.

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