This little light of mine.

Jep, it has been a while since I took the time to write here. Sorry. Real life has been kicking my butt.

Nope, I am not immunised and proud of it. I really followed the science from the very beginning. My Sweetie needed to get the shot (thankfully, the J&J, and not the mRNA poison) to keep her day-care open.

Here are the lyrics of the song that have been playing in my head:

This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine.
This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine,
This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine,
let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.
Hide it under a bushel – NO!
I’m gonna let it shine.
Hide it under a bush – OH NO!
I’m gonna let it shine,
Hide it under a bush – OH NO!
I’m gonna let it shine, Let it shine,
let it shine, let it shine.

Well, it appears that the truth about the “Clot-Shot” is coming out slowly. I have a great respect for Dr. Robert Malone. I also follow Steve Kirsch. The latter is a bit sensationalist, but still, there is a lot of truth there.

I once thought about getting on Substack, but I have owned this website for over 20 years, and own the server on which it is hosted.

It is just about certain that the “Bat-stew-flu” originated in the lab in Wuhan. To add insult to injury, the Munchkin Fauci used taxpayer’s dollars to fund the “gain of function” research. Sure, I could provide tons of links and all the waffling of the small bastard said about how masks were ineffective. Well, the Bat-stew-flu came from the lab he sponsored.

Sorry, I am running out of energy, but this whole thing stinks like crab bait. From the beginning, the parties involved all recognised that the flu came from the lab. Then they backtracked, or were censored.

Oh, and the whole mask thing? Sorry, folks. It is all bull crap. Even going back to data from the last real pandemic, the Spanish flu, NOPE. OK, they were cloth masks. But wait, here is something from the World Council for Health. Nope, Nada, and stick your mother-fording mask where the sun does not shine.

Jeepers. Mother-fording creepers. How have so many folks become so gullible? I guess critical thinking and having the balls, or ovaries, to question the narrative are in danger of extinction.

God help us all.

If the devil does not like it, he can sit on a tack…

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