FWIW, Way back in March I happened upon a facebook posting from a former coworker who was bragging about receiving his second jab (not the same one I mentioned in an earlier posting). He took a screenshot of his vax card. I immediately copied down the manufacturer and lot number (moderna) before someone told him to take it down immediately (criminals like me might copy down the information). Indeed I originally did this with the intention of creating (which I later did) my own faux CDC card, given the insanity with which we are repeatedly exposed. Now I have my own card which I have no intention of using, but my curiosity was piqued by TG's article today.

According to TG, the shot fatality is 34. Now, to be fair, this guy is a Type I diabetic, around 35 years old, gay, and extremely thin, so perhaps it made a certain degree of sense for him to get the jab. I don't know and I don't judge. My view is, if you want the jab, go ahead and get it. Just don't dictate what others must do.

I take no joy in watching people opt to play Russian Roulette. My mind flashes back to that excellent 1970s movie, The Deer Hunter, in which my then heartthrob Christopher Walken literally sweats bullets whenever his turn comes up. For whatever reason, we have been chosen to bear witness to this insanity in real life, in living color if you will.

We have been divided and placed at each others throats over this nonsense. Whoever crawls out of this Battle Royale relatively unscathed "wins", whatever the hell that means.

And I would GLADLY take any year from the '70s in place of the shit show we are currently suffering through now. Sure, there was plenty of pain to go around, but also a hell of a lot of joy. Anything beautiful and awe inspiring is being destroyed by these rat bastards in charge. F*ck them all to Hell!

Lastly, thanks to Eleua. I watched Bolshevik Revolution Darkness Descends on Bitchute. Totally worth the time. I remember doing research about the history of WW 2 way back in high school. I recall mentioning to the class, led by a very wise, old nun, that I was unaware that the Soviet Union was on OUR side during the war. It was the first time I'd ever seen that woman absolutely speechless. I remember thinking: What kind of nerve did I hit that shut her up so quickly?She was one of the most influential teachers I have ever had, yet this one topic silenced her immediately.

Strange that I would revisit the topic so much later in life. As is the case with so many things, we only become wise when we question or challenge our own assumptions.

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Time may be a great healer, but it's a lousy beautician.-Dorothy Parker

Boys don't make passes at girls with fat asses.-slightly modified DP