They endured ravenous dogs with an insatiable appetite for homework, and suffered the loss of five grandparents in a single semester. Now, they invent alibis for the most open-and-shut case of pharmaceutical harm ever committed.
They’ve pinned the blame for the alarming spike in cardiac complications on climate change, shoveling snow, and the people pointing to the actual cause, but despite their half-assed excuses, some of us aren’t catching what they’re pitching.
In the wake of the most conspicuous incident yet, the heart attack of Damar Hamlin during Monday Night Foosball, the Atlantic has published yet another unfavorable critique of efforts to expose the cardiac consequences of McRNA clot-shots.
Written by Caroline Mimbs Nyce, who certainly sounds like someone who doesn’t write smear pieces, the article is notable for an uncompromising bias and what Shakespeare might call “protesting too much”.
These hacks are chronically incompetent, but every once in a while, they knock the football out of the park. Unfortunately, the hot potato keeps landing on the elephant in the room.
“Opportunists used the cardiac arrest of an NFL player to promote deadly disinformation!” the unsubtle subtitle screeches. Guess amnesty is off the table over there. This time, it’s personal.
She’s right, of course. Lots of opportunities in promoting deadly disinformation, as witnessed by her witless article. Like so many beacons of raging propaganda, Ms. Mimbs Nyce is profound in her powers of projection.
God must love anti-vaxxers, presenting us with all these opportunities to exploit.
They arrive on a daily basis, these opportunities, from comedians collapsing mid-rant, to anchors dropping in the middle of their Pharma-sponsored telescreen reading.
Mark Crispin Miller’s stack overflows with the clotted blood of thousands of promising candidates, a startling number of whom made public proclamations of hate for anyone who wouldn’t join them in their fashionable needle drug habit.
It’s an embarrassment of riches. Of course, there’s no way to be sure that any of these are related to the miracle Frankenjections; unusual, unexplained sudden deaths of active people in their prime happen all the time. We just never noticed before, because celebrity deaths used to be very low-key in the media.
The “experts” who persistently profess that these fatalities are definitely not the jab are perfectly content to let the mystery ride most of the time. But when a player collapses during prime-time sportsball after a routine tackle, “aw-shucks” shrugs do not suffice.
Accordingly, the zone has flooded with an improbable diagnosis: the previously obscure freak accident known as Commotio Cordis. This syndrome, which enjoyed its fifteen minutes of fame very much this week, became the default explanation immediately.
This faddish theory even enjoyed support from “anti-vax disinformation spreaders,” such as highly published cardiologist Dr. Peter McCullough, who briefly endorsed the possibility before coming to his senses. To his credit, he reversed course rapidly, perhaps realizing that he’d had one brewski too many while watching the game.
This must have been a very canny move indeed, because McCullough, an opportunist with no goal in life other than to besmirch the unimpeachable reputation of lifesaving injections, appears to have given consideration to a causal factor which did not implicate the quackccines, just to be tricky. How very devious!
Unfortunately for Commotio Cordis, the outlook was grim. It turned out such an event was about as likely as a lightning strike when it isn’t raining. There have been fewer than ten cases each year, the vast majority affecting teenage athletes in sports like baseball or hockey with hard projectiles flying at high speed. There has been a single recorded case in the history of the sport of football, making this high-profile, prime-time injury the second.
We learned some interesting things about Commotio Cordis, which relies on a perfect storm of coincidences to occur. The impact must take place directly over the heart, during a specific instant in the beat cycle, a narrow window of 10-30 ms.
Within a short time, it became abundantly clear that the chances of Commotio Cordis being the cause were approximately the same as those of a baseball team winning the Superbowl. Nothing fit. People said so. A fire alarm went off at the spin factory.
Imran Ahmed, the CEO of the Center for Countering Digital Hate, condemned the rush to pin the blame on Commotio Cordis in uncompromising terms, decimating the attempt to cover up the “vaccine” injury as indicative of the “sociopathic, predatory nature of these people who prey on tragedy to spread bullshit.”
Oh, wait. Upon re-reading, that’s not what he meant, after all. The sociopaths he refers to are not the Pharmafia-funded media. No, the targets of this vitriol are the well-funded and highly organized armies of “anti-vaxxers”, who use their iron grip on the means of communication to spread dangerous ideas like reading VAERS reports.
It’s confusing, because although he is ostensibly the head of an organization to counter “digital hate” (whatever that is, probably not as good as analogue hate), Ahmed certainly seems to hate people who choose not to be lab rats.
“First of all, it’s worth saying that anti-vaxxers have proven extremely opportunistic—parasites, really, who feed on the algorithmic salience of breaking news and current events to amplify their own narrative.” Parasites. Way to counter digital hate, buddy.
In the fantasy land of the Atlantic, there are legions of mud-creatures, typing furiously from their foul bogs, having nothing better to do than track the lethality of these perfectly innocent, life-saving injections. Driven by inscrutable dark urges, these subhuman beings hurl baseless accusations at the blameless “vaccines”.
How ungrateful.
Although the CEO of the CCDH, who is not a doctor of anything, is on a virtuous quest to rid the internet of hate while accumulating acronyms, it isn’t clear exactly who “anti-vaxxers” are supposed to be “hating”, other than the psychopaths trying to force the population to submit to lethal injections.
It’s also not apparent why having unauthorized opinions would be “dangerous”. The presumption is that some people, believing that the jabs cause heart attacks, might be swayed into skipping their nth booster, which is proving to be about as effective as Elizabeth Holmes blood-testing tech.
This is, of course, the perfectly rational choice, considering that the infection fatality rate for the current strain is less than the seasonal flu, and that over a year of turning the population into porcupines has done nothing to “stop the spread”.
Uptake is abysmal, but the real reason for this must be diabolical forces, foaming at the mouth to sabotage the spotless reputation of the best thing since spliced genes. Not that they are unsafe and defective.
“They’re really fast, because, look, they don’t have to worry about coming up with facts. They just have to come up with a lie. You can be the best cardiac surgeon in the world. You could be watching, and you would have no idea what happened. But for someone selling lies—I could make up something. “It was an invisible horse. It trampled him. Didn’t you see it? It was an invisible horse. I’m sure. I could hear it. I couldn’t see it, obviously, because it’s invisible, but I could hear it. Go back and listen to it really carefully. The crowd is very loud, but there’s definitely an invisible horse.” I mean, this sort of junk is very easy to make up.”
It is indeed, especially considering the mountain of scientific evidence that the experimental genetic injections do cause myocarditis, and that COVID-19 does not.
Even with the constant gaslighting, the wholesale denial, the military-grade propaganda to convince the world otherwise, the “invisible horse” is a well-documented phenomenon.
What is it with these goons and horses, anyway?
Let’s say, though, for the sake of deconstructing this preposterous narrative, that these “opportunists,” who somehow scoop the mainstream media time and again with our massive infrastructure, are actually convincing people with this wild tale of cardiomyopathy. To whom is this dangerous, exactly? To people who can be swayed by a tweet, but not the trillion-dollar apparatus of a corporate media in perfect lockstep?
This is one of the silliest of all the childish propositions involved in the smear campaign against “anti-vaxxers”. To hear the neo-Orwelllians tell it, these ignorant, misguided swamp monsters are able to “game the system” and beat network television to the punch.
An entire regime has been erected to protect the injection program, consisting of hundreds of institutions in and out of government, bolstered by the greatest carpet-bomb ad campaign in history, yet some barely literate yokels are undoing it all with anti-science rhetoric and insane gibberish about myocarditis.
Well done, everyone.
Commotio Cordis sounds like a Hogwarts spell, to be followed by Perplexum Idiotus.
"legions of mud-creatures, typing furiously from their foul bogs"
I read, at first as
"legions of mud-creatures, typing furiously from their foul blogs"
As ever, a skewering of TPTB with an expertly sharpened sense of sardony.