I’d Rather Have Been Wrong.
There will come a day where you will expect me to say, “I told you so.” But had you listened you would understand that it would bring me no joy.
I won’t be happy about this happening, about the truth finally being known. Relieved, yes, but “happy” – that’s a stretch. What would have made me happy was if we never had to go through all this.
I was robbed of being happy every time another friend or family member turned a deaf ear to the truth in favor of the lies, believing that somehow our government cared more about them than their own flesh and blood, or their best friend, or significant other, or even a stranger on the street did for that matter.
I was robbed of being happy when my parents were guilted into going to the hospital because others believed my mom and dad were so contagious and deadly that they’d kill someone, even though they never left the house. Even though they exposed more people in a matter of just a few minutes when the cops were called on me, and then again when the EMTs came, than they did the entire week prior. Funny, not a single police officer or EMT or any of the hospital workers contracted COVID after being exposed to my “diseased” parents and me.
I was robbed of being happy when my mother was sent home because she was going to die anyway, and when my father was drugged, dehydrated, and ventilated to death as per hospital protocol because they knew he WOULDN’T die on his own.
I was robbed of being happy every time I had to watch another person get told they had COVID and worry about them voluntarily killing themselves by checking into a hospital instead of simply asking about ivermectin. You have no idea what it’s like living in a constant state of anxiety over that. You will never know unless or until you understand what is going on. I had to write a book about it, for crying out loud!
I was robbed of any joy this moment would potentially bring me when nobody had my back. When I asked for help with my dad but was told I was making it political. When nobody would help me with my parents, but everybody criticized my every move. When family members wanted me arrested and wanted my parents forcibly removed from their home. When the cops showed up and frightened my mom half to death a day before her actual death. When my parents were guilted into going to what would be their imminent deaths. When, in front of several people outside the main hospital entrance, a family member screamed obscenities, called me names, and told me, “Why don’t you just make him drink bleach” when I said I wanted to ask the doctor about ivermectin for our dying father. Just to be clear, I was talking about HUMAN ivermectin. 🙄
I was robbed of any good feeling I would have in the future when you continued to inject yourselves and your children with experimental poison that is killing and weakening so many people.
There are school districts in at least one state (New York) that now have a full time “sudden cardiac arrest” specialist on staff AT A GRADE SCHOOL.
There are commercials now from Pfizer that are normalizing heart problems. Why now?
First there was AIDS, now there’s VAIDS. At least, that’s what people have been calling it. The technical term is “Vaccine Associated Enhanced Disease”. It took me quite some time to track information about this one down because I didn’t know that “VAIDS” was actually “VAED”. It should not be this difficult!
And there is now a new disease called “SADS” or Sudden Adult Death Syndrome (as if “sudden” is a cause of death??), but nobody’s mentioning that this phenomenon, all these phenomena, are occurring only in vaccinated people. In fact, it’s being quite normalized! They’ll tell you these things are happening in people who’ve had COVID. That may be true, but they’re leaving out the “AND ALSO VACCINATED” part.
Even prominent political figures are starting to FINALLY speak out, as in the case of European MEP Christina Anderson speaking on the consequences of airlines and vaccines mandates. Let’s hope others follow in her footsteps.
I was robbed of any happiness when for two years I was shunned by those closest to me, ganged up on by people on social media, verbally attacked by those I hadn’t talked to in over a decade without one of them just asking, “Hey, where can I find that information?” Let me be clear about one thing, though. I’m not sad because of how I was treated, I’m unhappy with the result of people refusing to listen. I would do it all over again and it would be worth every minute if people only listened. Call me all the names you want but nobody can ever accuse me of not caring.
I’m sad because while some of you were busy virtue signaling to save Grammy’s life, my parents (also somebody’s Grammy and Gramps) died because they were denied treatment that was already proven to work. This is somewhat ironic since the police were called to my parents’ house because it was thought that I was denying them treatment. The treatment I requested at the hospital was already acknowledged by the Department of Defense as a cure for COVID in all phases back in May of 2020, and the NIH acknowledged that it was a successful treatment for COVID in June 2021, two to three months prior to my parents being denied the drug.
I’m heartbroken and empty inside because if people refuse to believe what is right in front of them, I will never get any closure from the events that took place. Nobody that this has happened to will get closure. But worse than that, the same thing will keep happening to others. So, IF you hear me say, “I told you so,” it will not be said with a smile on my face.