Informed consent

This is a comment I left over at Travis Mateer’s site, Zoom Chron Blog. After leaving it, I decided it belongs here too, and that I can take the rest of the day off now.

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“The vaccines, having un-revealed ingredients and unstated purposes, are a guidepost to how far we have descended back into fascism in the post-war era. It appears to be a natural regression, as humans do not seem to want to be free, in fact, behave like frightened sheep when confronted with any hobgoblin, this time around a virus never isolated or proven to even exist. What is being done to us falls under the Nuremberg Accords regarding medical experimentation on humans. I quote: 

The voluntary consent of the human subject is absolutely essential. This means that the person involved should have legal capacity to give consent; should be situated as to be able to exercise free power of choice, without the intervention of any element of force, fraud, deceit, duress, over-reaching, or other ulterior form of constraint or coercion, and should have sufficient knowledge and comprehension of the elements of the subject matter involved as to enable him to make an understanding and enlightened decision. This latter element requires that before the acceptance of an affirmative decision by the experimental subject there should be made known to him the nature, duration, and purpose of the experiment; the method and means by which it is to be conducted; all inconveniences and hazards reasonably to be expected; and the effects upon his health or person which may possibly come from his participation in the experiment. The duty and responsibility for ascertaining the quality of the consent rests upon each individual who initiates, directs or engages in the experiment. It is a personal duty and responsibility which may not be delegated to another with impunity.

I look around me and wonder how many of these masked lost souls actually have the capacity to give informed consent. Do most humans even have the capacity to stand tall and live free? You’re doing so, Travis, and so am I. But there aren’t many others. (The Nuremberg Accords are not the law of the land, not that it matters as the Constitution has been shredded anyway, but were signed onto by the US.)”

Paid to be blind

I was interviewed last year about an event in my life, and willingly participated. I deeply regret that now, feeling like Charlie Brown as Lucy holds the football for him to kick. I am featured, somewhat, in a series of podcasts that can be found here and which covers the event in detail. To this day I have not figured out what happened that night, or why. The event, which happened in 1987, has been covered now by three generations of journalists, and they still are no closer to the truth than in that year when we all were in shock, like me, having no clue why it happened to my family.

My subject here is not that event, but rather the profession of journalism, and why it is of no use in pursuit of truth. Journalists are taught to be professional truth avoiders, though they do not know it. The means by which they avoid truth is called “objectivity”.

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This virus is udderly cow-culated

Riddle: A virologist, a fetal bovine, and an African green monkey walk into a lab . . .

I am confident readers can detail and complete this riddle more creatively and humorously than I can. Have at it!

In October 2020, I posted a short essay, “The Defense is Rwaawwng.” Therein, I described how Tom Cowan demonstrated that the SARS-CoV-2 virus could only be grown in poisoned monkey kidney cells — unable to be cultured in human tissue cells. So even if there was a virus, it seems it lacked the capability to infect any human. The entire virus story should have been squashed at that point.

15 months later, Tom Cowan hammers yet another nail into the virology coffin. I will, once again, keep this succinct.

It may be time for a brief primer on FBS. No, FBS is not a syndrome involving irritable bowels (that is IBS!). FBS refers to Fetal Bovine Serum, which is used ubiquitously for in vitro R&D, including the culturing of viruses (inaptly termed isolation) and the manufacturing of vaccines. See this four-minute video depicting how FBS is produced. Essentially (as characterized in the linked video), FBS is a clotted blood growth supplement harvested from pregnant slaughterhouse cows, and subsequently used in cell cultures — so as to provide a cultivation medium (due to its inherent growth factors). Fortunately, the brief aforementioned video describing this heinous process is animated. 

Watch Tom Cowan in his January 28, 2022 webinar destroy any notion that an actual virus has been genuinely identified. At best, it has been udderly cow-culated, as most (if not all) reported findings of SARS-CoV-2 have been developed in vitro in a mathematical compound containing fetal bovine serum (FBS). At worst, the only intact SARS-CoV-2 virus has been a computed AI construct — a fictitious virus solely existing as a computer-generated simulation (which I first posited in April 2020). 

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Response to a professional Debunker

[Note to readers: This post was published by accident and prematurely. What follows below differs in many parts from the original. My fat fingers hit the wrong button.]

Petra Liverani is the object of this post. While so, I want to keep it objective as possible, and to resist personal insult. I bear no ill will, maintain no posture of superior wisdom. She and I suffer the same shortcoming, resistance to reading anything we are not predisposed to agree with. She challenged me to read a long treatment by a professional “debunker” of Dave McGowan’s Moondoggie series. I have done so, even knowing she has not read McGowan’s work. I have done my due diligence.

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Fear is the enemy of freedom

As a youngster in the 1950s and 60s, the big thing hanging over my head was the Russians and the bomb. The propaganda was relentless. The fear we felt during the Cuban Missile Crisis (1962) was real in us. I remember a gal named Susan who was teachers’ pet assigned to go to all eight classrooms in our school to announce that the Russians had backed down. Our sense of relief was palpable. Creating fear in children in that manner is abusive, but the idea is to get ’em while they are young, instill the fear so that it will reside in them for their entire lives.

At age 38 I finally realized that the USSR never posed a threat, that the Cold War was not real. I felt a physical sense of relief, as if a cloud had been removed, a weight taken off my shoulders. That physical sensation was real. All the fear they instilled in me as a child vanished, and I felt a wonderful freedom I’d never before experienced.

I did this for myself, that is, I was not following some leader or guru. I was just exploring and testing my boundaries when the dam broke. It was an accumulation of questions and doubts arising, and no specific instance. But I do remember a particular moment. In the book The Fish is Red, by Warren Hinkle and William Turner, there is a a brief section (pp 129-31) where it is alleged that Havana had concocted a plan to overthrow the Arturo Frondizi Ércol government of Argentina. A Cuban career diplomat serving in Buenos Aires resigned and took with him eighty-two documents that purported to detail such a plan. The Cuban government claimed that the documents were forged by Cuban exiles working with the CIA. The US State Department announced that it had exhaustively studied the documents and that they were genuine.

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I’ll take Manhattan, and give you Houston …

No doubt I am not the first to have this flash of insight – in fact, just as George Harrison* picked up My Sweet Lord from Ronnie Mack and the Chiffon’s He’s So Fine, unknowingly and with great embarrassment, I am sure I will be reminded that this idea has passed here on the blog by commenters, and at other places too.

I’ve been thinking about public hoaxes that have been pulled off during my lifetime, but there was a gigantic one that played out in the years before I was born, while dad was chauffeuring a general in the Philippines and playing clerk/typist in safety. It was called The Manhattan Project. It was an ‘eyes only’ affair that was gripped in military discipline and compartmentalization. Only a very few had a wider view of the whole project.

I had an uncle who was involved in Manhattan. He was a shop foreman for various workers at Hanford, Washington. (I’ll bet you thought I was going to say he did something really important. He did not.)

What was Manhattan about? Building the bomb, we are told. But readers here, and those who follow MM, might have serious doubts that this is the true purpose of the program. After all, we learned, various atomic tests were obvious fakes, using photography tricks to make the explosions, which were probably just stacks of TNT, look massive. But I think we can be certain that Manhattan was a huge sink for real money that could not openly be authorized for expenditure.

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The psychiatry of virology

I have a habit I’ve long practiced of, after reading a book and highlighting with 3M flags various passages, returning to those passages and transcribing them to Word files. My theory is that anything worthwhile in a book will catch my attention but not sink in, as too much information passes before my eyes while reading. On second visit, and reading the flagged passages aloud (using Dragon Naturally Speaking, a software program), I feel I have a better grasp and memory of it.

I started doing this years ago by hand, a tedious process that would leave me drained. Then a commenter in a private email mentioned the software. It is a godsend.

I read Political Ponerology by Andrew Lobaczewski, flagged many passages, and then set it aside as I went off for my various surgeries, now complete. I set about to transcribe those passages some time back, and then yesterday sat down to complete the process. I had it in mind that Lobaczewski could explain the nature of the forces that have taken control of our world now, both via the Climatistas and Covidians. I think he does that, but his writing can be dense-packed, and even on second reading and transcription, I am not sure I grasped it.

Nonetheless, I am offering the rather long passage below the fold as something that really caught my eye today. I am thinking that if you read it and then insert “virologist” for “psychiatrist” and “virology” for “psychiatry”, that we will have a good notion of how that profession ended up being so corrupt. This would also apply to “climatology,” but that field is comprised of so many different disciplines (none of which are grasped by Climatistas) that it is better just to stick to virology.

(And anyway, Lobaczewski’s talk about how psychopaths are not, usually, the brightest lights on the Christmas tree, reminded me of Al Gore, whose two weakest subjects at Harvard (where he was a legacy) were science and math. Nonetheless, we are told by Wikipedia, Gore became and avid reader who “fell in love with scientific and mathematical theories.” I have no idea what that means, but have the impression on reading that passage and about his educational years that people were covering for his sorry ass. This would fit in with Lobaczewski’s thesis below,)

I warn you, Lobaczewski does not write for casual readers. Nonetheless, enjoy his writing below. (His first paragraph refers to his time in Poland when it was under domination by the Soviet Union. Thus references to meetings and’ the party.’)

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Me and Adolf share one thing, at least

I was born on April 20, 1950. It so happens that I share that birth date with Adolf Hitler. However, I doubt that is his real birthday. It just so happens that in a non-leap year, that day is the 110th of the year, or an expression of 11, a spook marker. I am thinking now I should also examine February 2, the 33rd day of the year, and of course March 11, an expression of 33 and the day the WHO declared the worldwide Covid pandemic. But for today, I will stick with April 20th. [Later insertion: March 3, maybe too obvious to use?] Given what we know about spook markers and fake events, I think it safe to say that any of the following events could be suspicious in nature. The only thing I am certain of is that I was born on that day. I have the paperwork to prove it … wait a minute, birth certificates can be forged. Never mind. I am a spook.

I left out all athletic events. It so happens that several major league baseball stadiums opened in that day, but the baseball season starts that time of year. Certain other events seemed real, such as a 2013 earthquake in China that killed 193 and injured 11,826 – those are not spooky numbers. [Later insertion: 11, 8 and 26 are 11 with two expressions of 8.] I would be curious, of course, if readers were to examine events on their own birthday, to learn if any other day in the year has as many suspicious occurrences. In the end, it could all be subjective thinking on my part, and the events could be natural and real.

You might say that I need to busy myself with more important affairs, and I would agree. I started out here with the idea that at age 71, I would list the major public hoaxes that have occurred in my lifetime. It seemed a tedious chore, and I got distracted. I may yet do that, as my feeling was that very little around us that qualifies as a public event is real.

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Friday finishers

I’ve been afk this week, I realize, hoping for inspiration. What follows is just a rundown of the things going on with me, of no particular interest to anyone, of course. If you had a blog, you could do this too! I urge you to make a blog. I’ll be happy to link to you.

Microsoft Edge: Now and then as I am working here on the desktop, I find that the path is unfamiliar and that I am logged out, for instance, of this blog. Then I utter the words under my breath “Goddamned Microsoft!” It was more than ten years ago that I switched over to Firefox from whatever browser Microsoft was offering then. I did so because the company back doors its whole application, tracks your activity, and looks for advertising opportunities, mostly. I am not doing anything subversive – in fact, I am an open book. I go to well-known websites, never look at anything pornographic (OK, I did watch Game of Thrones), and quickly get out of any application that might force me to look at advertising.

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Conversation overheard …

(People don’t seem to realize that mobile phones are also tracking and recording devices. Norm and Bob certainly didn’t.)

[Sound of a ring tone, theme from Walking Dead]

NM: Yeah, Norm here.

BS: Hey Norm! Bob Saget here.

NM: What the f###-? You’re not supposed to be calling me! Goddammit Bob, I’m dead!

BS: It’s OK, Norm. Can I call you Norm? You know, when you died, I claimed I was your best friend. You know, like Tony Orlando and Freddie Prinze.

NM: What the f###?

BS: You know Normie, Freddie Prinze, Chico and the Man, committed suicide at age 22, 1976. Is he there by chance? He’d be 67 now, almost your age. And mine.

NM: “Normie”? I’m Norm! We’re not friends! We’ve never been friends. I saw you go on news and YouTube and all that claiming we were best buds. That really annoyed me!

BS: Well, Normie, that’s show business. We’re all best buds. Is Freddie there?

NM: Why am I talking to you? I gotta hang up here. We never had this conversation. This gets out, your career is over. Got that?

BS: I’m dead too, Normie.

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