Is There A Doctor in the House?

I have not been to the doctor since February 2020, which is just before the real madness started in response to Covid-19 The Gain of Function Flu (manmade), The GoFF, so masks were not yet a mandated bit of theater, in fact, that rat Fauci, was saying at that time, that masks were basically useless, nor were jabs available and being pushed as a cure all. That visit, in February 2020, was for a routine physical, and besides being cautioned about my cigar smoking, and borderline high blood pressure (142/80 at the time), all was well.

I had no intention of going to the doctor, or having to go to the doctor, until sometime in the future when the madness of The GoFF had worn off. But, because I was having some issues with my left hand and arm, similar to what I had experienced when I was diagnosed with transverse myelitis in 2009, and was concerned may have resulted from my recent experience with having The GoFF, which you can read about here, if you’re so inclined, I made an appointment. I was very curious about how this appointment would go, because I will not take the jab, will not wear a mask unless forced, and then it’s a red bandana, and consider the majority of proscribed GoFF precautions as simply means of control, with the exception of washing your hands and staying away from sick people. On to the actual doctor visit.

After parking my truck, I walk to the main office entrance, don my red bandana and walk in, expecting a rather crowded check-in area, but that is not the case. There are only 2 other individuals there to see the doctors in that building. There are, though, about 8 staff, and one of them immediately hustles on up with one of those blue paper medical looking masks and says I’ll have to put it on. I comply, very slowly, removing my bandana while broadly smiling at the middle-aged woman with the mask dangling out of her hand, and because she has half-a-dozen other masks in her other hand I ask if I have to wear more than one. She does not respond to my question, but I do see her eyes sort of light up in a friendly way.

So, after donning the blue paper mask, I complete the check-in and head up to the third floor where my doctor has his examining rooms, expecting to see, once again, a somewhat crowded waiting area. Once again, this is not the case. There is only one other person waiting, and they are soon called into the back where the examining rooms are. There is a staff member, in a small open office just to the side of the waiting area, and I note that she is not wearing her mask; it’s dangling below her chin; so I pull my blue paper mask off and pull out a pocket edition of Marcus Aurelius’ Meditations and being to read. The waiting area staff person looks at me, but says nothing.

After reading for maybe 5 minutes or so, seeing no patient leave, or any others arrive, I am called into the examining rooms by Carl, a nursing assistant. I do not don my blue paper mask, and he does not ask me to do so, though he is wearing his, but in a manner that could in no way be effective, even if the masks were effective, which they are not. Carl sets me up in an examining room, takes my blood pressure (132/80), weighs me, and I kid him a bit about his useless mask while this is going on. I can tell Carl’s eyes are smiling, and even elicit a roll of the eyes from him as he exits the exam room and says my doctor will be in shortly, and, surprisingly, my doctor did come in shortly. I didn’t even have time to read a full page of my book.

My doctor, who has been my doctor for 20 plus years and is a rather staid fellow, knocks and walks in. He is wearing the blue paper mask, and that mask is snug against his nose and tight around the chin. He also says nothing about me not having a mask on. After a few obligatory greeting words, he gets down to business and the reason for my visit. After describing to him what was going on with my left hand and arm, and how I am concerned that these problems could be the result of the severity of my GoFF experience, our conversation gets interesting. He asks me if I have been vaccinated. I respond by telling him that these jabs are not vaccines, but rather experimental drugs of rather limited efficacy, which are not fully FDA approved, are in use only because of an emergency authorization, and that those in the medical profession who advocate for individuals to take the jab are accomplices in an evil enterprise. Things got a bit more lively after I told my doctor that. He kept defending the jabs, while I kept pointing out the fallacies of the jabs being designated as vaccines. My doctor also stated that no one would force me to take the jab, but he quickly dropped this line of discussion when I pointed out that he, and all his staff would mandated, forced, to take the jabs. This went on for about 10 minutes, or so, and because we were not going to agree, I finally said I’d like to ask you two questions and then get on with addressing my current medical concerns. He agreed to answer my two questions.

My first question was if he knew what the Great Barrington Declaration was. He did not. My second question was if he was aware of the Front Line COVID-19 Critical Care Alliance, and their curating of information on Ivermectin’s effectiveness, and peer reviewed studies of Ivermectin. He was not. I told him that he should look into these two resources, rather than participating in the medical theater and population control which has been the hallmark of governments and medical establishments throughout the world. He did say he would investigate these resources, and I witnessed him dutifully write down the web addresses of both on his visit notes sheet.

The remainder of my exam and time with him was very professional and courteous, and as we wrapped things up, I advised him once again to review the Great Barrington Declaration, and the Front Line COVID-19 Critical Care Alliance resources. He assured me would.

The best part of this doctor visit, though, was when Carl came back in the exam room to do the required stuff that needed to be done for me to have some blood drawn. When he asked how the visit went, I told him all that had transpired, and he about fell out of his chair when I told him that I had said to the doctor that he was participating in an evil enterprise by advocating for the jabs. Carl’s eyes about bulged out of his head, and he said that I may not want to see my doctor any longer because he advocates for the jab. I told him that would not be the case, but that the doctor may want to lose me as a patient. Carl laughed at that. Additionally, I found out from Carl that the entire medical staff was forced to take the jab to retain their employment, that after his second jab he became seriously ill, and that he would not submit to any additional boosters.

Last but not least, my blood work was available to me for review this morning, and one of the blood tests was for the Sars-CoV2, The GoFF, antibodies. My antibodies are off the charts strong.

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Thoughts on America on Edge

Billy Beck is not as prevalent a presence on the interwebs as he was in the past, neither am I for that matter, but he has a new piece posted at Substack titled The Ratchet of The Tensions that is well worth your time in reading. An excerpt:

I know anger. I know why. I, for one, was never born for the yoke of any commissar’s murderous dream. I hold that no one ever was. With the evil device coming more clearly into sight every hour, I more than ever long for peace. This is not the dank quiet of the cell, or endless accommodation of The People’s Will. I would be a man free among all those able and willing to produce values as a way of life, and I take sole personal outrage at any who would presume to command us.

There can be no peace with them, but only questions on the nature and conduct of the battle dream that they have in their evil hearts. It cannot be ignored, but must be taken up with scrupulously reasoning mind and met first on moral premises, even in these times of mounting political crisis.

Read it all.

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Ivermectin and A Miracle Spit in the Dirt

Ivermectin is back in the news, the past couple of days. One article notes another peer reviewed study on Ivermectin’s efficacy against Covid-19, another article informs readers that a doctor who prescribed Ivermectin is being forced to undergo psychiatric evaluation, a Soviet method of dealing with dissent, i.e. not toeing the party line, and this in the United States of America.

I first learned of the efficacy of Ivermectin in December 2020. Since that time, I’ve learned even more about Ivermectin’s history, though I’ve had to search for it diligently, and where its use has greatly mitigated the dangers of Covid-19 The Gain of Function Flu (manmade), or The GoFF as I often refer to this virus.

One of the most interesting aspects of Ivermectin, at least to my mind, is how it was discovered, and the medium it was discovered in. Dirt.

“The story of how ivermectin was discovered is quite incredible. In the late 1960s, Satoshi Ōmura, a microbiologist at Tokyo’s Kitasako Institute, was hunting for new antibacterial compounds and started to collect thousands of soil samples from around Japan. He cultured bacteria from the samples, screened the cultures for medicinal potential, and sent them 10,000 km away to Merck Research Labs in New Jersey, where his collaborator, William Campbell, tested their effect against parasitic worms affecting livestock and other animals. One culture, derived from a soil sample collected near a golf course southwest of Tokyo, was remarkably effective against worms. The bacterium in the culture was a new species, and was baptised Streptomyces avermictilis. The active component, named avermectin, was chemically modified to increase its activity and its safety. The new compound, called ivermectin, was commercialised as a product for animal health in 1981 and soon became a top-selling veterinary drug in the world. Remarkably, despite decades of searching, S. avermictilis remains the only source of avermectin ever found.”

Since I first found out about Ivermectin’s discovery, and the fact that the dirt it was found in, close to a golf course in Tokyo, that this dirt is the only dirt it has ever been found in, I could not help but think of the miracle of Jesus Christ healing a blind man’s eyes related in John 9:1-7. In that story, Christ spits in the dirt, mixes this spit and dirt up to make a bit of mud, applies that mud to the blind man’s eyes, tells the man to go wash in the Pool of Siloam, and the blind man does this and his sight is restored. A miracle of dirt and spit.

I think the same of Ivermectin, now. It is a miraculous drug, its discoverers won the Nobel Prize in Medicine in 2015, derived from dirt, one of a kind dirt evidently, and its miraculous properties are being concealed from the public with the same zeal which the Pharisees and Sadducees attempted to conceal the truth of The Messiah.

UPDATE – 01.20.2022

The seeming miraculous properties of Ivermectin continue to be found. Via Ann Barnhardt.

New Brazilian study on Ivermectin as a prophylaxis adds “antibacterial” and “anti-protozoan” to Ivermectin’s attributes.

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Gain of Function Flu Truth Quote

“The vaccine doesn’t protect you from the virus, the vaccine protects you from the government.”

Lifted from Samizdata.

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Is Covid-19 Novel, Just the Flu, or Mass Psychosis Induced by Governments?

The constant drumbeat by the mainstream media about Covid-19 the Gain of Function Flu (manmade), The GOFF, is wreaking havoc across economies, and most importantly lives and individual freedom. Is this pathogen, this virus, which has been officially named SARS-CoV-2 by the powers that be, just so governments throughout the world can be on the same page with their freedom killing dictates, actually new, novel? I cannot give you an adequate answer to that particular question, but I can tell you that my individual experience with The GOFF was novel.

An individual by the name of Andrew Anglin thinks that The GOFF is simply the flu. An influenza strain, which come around every year, and through the power of propaganda fear of The GOFF has been driven so deeply into the pysche of individuals throughout the world that people can’t think straight, and he states that you’re retarded if you think otherwise. Anglin makes some interesting points, and step by step guides you through internet search parameters to prove his point. He posts this viewpoint at The Unz Review under the heading No, There Is No New Virus. the Flu Was Renamed “Covid-19.”, and it makes for an interesting read, and viewpoint.

Is Anglin correct? I do not know, but I do know that the information feed in regards to The GOFF is definitely weaponized, and could be what is called a Mass Formation Psychosis, which you can read about at American Digest under the heading MASS FORMATION PSYCHOSIS or… mass hypnosis- the madness of crowds by Robert W Malone MD, MS.

I do not know if we the people, us mere citizens of whatever government we live under, will know the truth about Covid-19 The GOFF, as even the “vaccine” make Pfizer wants to hide the data for 75 years, and the United States government will never tell the people the truth.

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Un-Wash Your Mind

I’ve been disassociated from trust in government(s), the medical establishment, amongst other alleged authoritative spewers of lies and promises in exchange for votes for years, now. The writer of Everything Is Clear From Up Here relates his journey of disassociation from the lies, and his story will, in all likelihood, resonate with your own story of freeing your mind from the litany of lies you’ve been fed your entire life.

This process begins with the willingness to consciously open one’s mind and dispense with reinforced biases, question long held beliefs, extricate one’s digital presence from algorithmic echo chambers, refuse to freeze when shocked by the horror of new information which often leads to a retreat to the safety and security of old or popular beliefs wrapped in warm delusions. Once that retreat is rejected, one must question their beliefs a third and fourth time and recognize errors where they exist until those old beliefs no longer interfere with processing new information. It’s a lonely process, that requires accepting a devastating loneliness that inevitably follows. Call it a cognitive behavioral procedure of un-washing one’s brain that is so constantly bombarded with lies and propaganda it often cannot distinguish the line between healthy skepticism and bug house paranoia.

Hattip to American Digest.

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Has President Trump Been Inducted into the Elitist Club?

In December 2020, I put up a post about President Donald J. Trump noting that he was not keeping his most important promise to the American people, a promise which he articulated on a number of occasions. That promise being that he, President Trump, had “caught the swamp. I caught them all.” Yeah, that is one huge unkept promise.

Now President Trump is coming out and pushing the jab, as Alex Jones, amongst others notes, as this Mediate piece titled Alex Jones Slams Trump for Supporting Covid-19 Vaccines: Either ‘Ignorant’ or ‘The Most Evil Man Who Has Ever Lived’ delves into.

I’m wondering if President Trump has bought up a bunch of stock in the mRNA producing companies, or, if he has been inducted into the elitist club, whose current favorite bogeyman is Covid-19 The GOFF (Gain of Function Flu (manmade)), and as a rite of full initiation into the elitist club he has to push the lies about mRNA jabs being functional vaccines.

Though I admired Trump and his efforts while POTUS, his stock is sinking fast as a man who can be trusted to do what is right for the American people.

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Messin’ With The Crows

A few years ago, my sons gave me a crow call for Christmas. Not because I’m a turkey hunter, as caw, caw, cawing can produce a gobble in reply from the turkeys, but just to mess around with while I’m in the woods. I don’t always carry it with me, but it’s often in my jacket pocket as winter approaches as crows seem to fly overhead with some regularity, morning and evening, where I live.

So this past Saturday, as I was heading out for my morning walk with my critter, I heard a murder of crows caw, caw, cawing in flight. At first I couldn’t put my eyes on them, as it was cloudy and the sun was not fully up. I finally got my eyes on them when they were almost directly overhead. It was a good sized murder of crows, probably 200 to 250 strong and they were flying east. Though the murder was quite high up, I thought I should grab my crow call out of my pocket and give them a few caws and see if they respond. So I did.

I started with just a basic caw, caw, caw, doing this a number of times, and at first I thought the murder was just going to pass me by, as there seemed to be no response from the crows. I kept caw, caw, cawing, and the next thing you know, a few of those crows peeled off to have a looksee. So I cawed some more, and then a few more peeled off from the murder to take a look, and then a few more, until almost the entire murder was swirling and twirling overhead. As those crows cawed at me in various cadences, I began copying their calls, which brought a group of about 50 of them right above me no higher than the rooftops of the houses on our street, which made me laugh.

After checking me out and determining I was just some crazy human, or getting tired of my cawing back of them, the murder reformed and flew off to the east, to do whatever crows do during the day. I managed to see the murder overhead again at the close of the day, headed west, but as I was only temporarily outdoors without my jacket, I couldn’t call to them.

So this morning, as I’m heading out the door with the critter again for our morning walk, I hear a number of crows cawing, and they are close. I stepped off my back porch to attempt to get my eyes on them, and there they are, the whole murder of 200 or so crows, perched in the huge cottonwood in my neighbor’s back yard. So I got out my crow call and caw, caw, cawed to them. Boy, did that stir them up! Almost the whole murder took wing, not to fly off, but to circle directly overhead like they were checking me out closely. After a few minutes of back and forth cawing, the murder gained height and headed off to the east. It was a pretty cool experience. I wonder what many of my neighbors thought, because it was pretty raucous there for a spell. I kinda like messin’ with the crows.

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