This email just came in today, from an old friend. The details are even worse than the headline. I’m 48 going on 49. Some tread left, or so I hope. Lots of help from dozens - no, hundreds - of scientists and data analysts. And I promise the billionaire boys this: By the time I’m done the world will know what you knew and when you knew it. This isn’t about depopulation conspiracy theories; it’s about a drug - not a vaccine, this isn’t a vaccine by any reasonable definition - you rushed to market with the promise of zero liability and tens of billions of dollars in profits, a drug that looks worse by the week. It’s about risking the hearts of healthy kids to make morbidly obese adults feel a little better; it’s about getting the result you want in a clinical trial after a few months and blowing up the trial - for a drug that is supposed to be given to billions of people - and not once, but over and over. So, yeah, I’m not going to forget. I don’t feel pity, or remorse, or fear, and I absolutely will not stop until the truth comes out. Let the chips fall. Y’all have yourself a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! |
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His book on Marijuana, "Tell Your Children", was great. I didn't know he had written a book on the Pandemic. I'm heading over to Amazon to get it now. Thanks for all you!
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