Stefan Oelrich, president of Bayer’s Pharmaceuticals Division says:
— Sarianna Nikkola (@kreetalainen) December 3, 2021
"We probably would have had a 95% refusal rate’ for these shots two years ago, but the pandemic and marketing of the injections as ‘vaccines’ has made them popular with the public." https://t.co/OF3SxrJhpM
This is dated but still a good reminder of how the pharmaceutical cartel thinks of you. They have to lie and trick and MKULTRA you so that you'll "volunteer" for a deadly poison while they call it vaccine when it's not even that: it's gene and cell therapy. Even "therapy" is abusive. Most folks who got the vaccine were never sick, so they didn't need any therapeutics. They were ordered to be prisoners in their homes. As prisoners, they had to have done something wrong, right? This conjured up strategies for escape. What options did these same Molochs offer for your escape? First, it was to wear a mask. Then it was to stand 6' from anybody else. Now the isolation took effect. 6' away made it harder to talk to your neighbor. People were shy, felt guilty of something. Why was the entire community being punished? This felt serious. The menticide and psychopathology were spread far and wide as though the military-industrial complex had cast a spell and turned your neighbors, institutions, and businesses across the neighborhood, the state, the country, even the globe into a cult with multiple heads, like a hydra: Bill Gates, Anthony Fauci, Scarf Lady, Deborah Birx, recessed Francis Collins, then each of the county health officials and governors. This was the COVID Hydra. The repetition of their message grew implacable and droned on past and natural tolerance. It wore down your defenses. Not mine. But it primed people to remember that they're still on lockdown and that the only reprieve you'll get from it is if you wear a mask. That was 2020: mask, distance yourself, isolate yourself, deny your inherent worth as a social being, as a loving and helpful being. We integrated this new man at home and consoled ourselves with too much food, indulged in too much wine or chocolate or junk food, and found ourselves further removed and unmoored from our productive schedules, our ambitions, our goals, and the love of our immediate allies. And when 2021 arrived, the very companies that we'd served and sacrificed for were commanding us to get vaccinated. Too many succumbed. That's when the horrors began. That's when we were all scrambling for knowledge about the vaccines, which kinds, whose vaccine, how they were different, and then rumors about women and their menstruation was out of whack, that dogs would die in the presence of someone who was vaccinated. I knew a couple of co-workers who'd gotten vaccinated: one a Pfizer vaccine, the other, Moderna. Both young. Both were wiped out for a day or two. One, a 35-year-old man, was wiped out for an entire week.
But the mask orders continued, and so did I.
I gave every slave-minded server, attendant, grocery cashier pushback whenever I could.
One gal at Natural Grocers in Denver tried to scold me for not wearing my mask up on my nose, saying, "You know, they don't work if you're not going to wear them properly."
I told her, "You have a mask on . . . above your nose, effectively wearing it properly."
Her reply was, "That's not how it works."
Oh, so there's a ritualistic game that we're all playing to which she got the printed instructions to but I was left out? Is that it?
Don't be a slave. You have to fight for every inch, in every situation. If you don't compliance will only harden the tyranny by others. Those with $.69 worth of authority, up from the $.39 from last week, will find their undeserved and unearned power delicious and will definitely punish you to live up to it, to own that authority. Remember, they've not earned it. They've not studied for it, they've not practiced for it for a decade or two. Don't give it to them. Instead, do what you can, do what you must to strip them of it and disabuse them of their arrogance.
At one barbeque joint in Denver, I ordered a sandwich to go. Stepping through the door to pay for my order, the entire staff shouted at me as those I were diseased, infectious, worse than radioactive. I explained I just want to pay for my order.
"You need a mask!!" came the collective shouts from 20-somethings donning chef hats and brandishing carving knives. I walked to the counter against the roar of the crew and stares of their customers.
"You need a mask!" came the refrain. And their ace in the hole, "This is a private business and we get to set rules and restrictions!"
But that's when I rebutted, "It may be a private business, but it's not a private club." Pointing at their seated customers, I replied, "Your business serves the public. Your charter and by-laws are the legal premise for your business--one that serves the public. You're violating your own charter rules when you single me out for not wearing a mask." They could not and cannot tolerate or entertain arguments because they're given orders, and that's the extent of their thinking.
One of the young carving chefs, brandishing a carving knife, stepped closer to the counter in an intimate gesture to make himself heard, and that's when I admonished him, "Be nice." I shamed him.
He replied, "Absolutely!" in some weak effort to instill confidence with his customers that he was no weapon-wielding thug.
That's when I added, "Act nice."
"Absolutely!" came his defense.
Understand that this effort to defend yourself can be exhausting. But there is really no other way.
