Cultural Change Agent Jon Rappoport died Wednesday, July 8, 2026

July 11, 2026

Rappoport was one of many substacks to which I subscribed, and one of the rare ones I even paid in a token amount each month.

But then, a week or so prior to his death, I decided not to pay in the small amount, but to continue a free subscription, and still look at it once in a while. It seemed to me that his deeply doomer attitude was not something I needed to encourage in myself.

Then the news. He was stopping his posts. All of a sudden. The final post written not by him, but by his “producer,” Tom Kudla, who had been with him for a long time and was busy archiving all his work.

https://jonrappoport.substack.com/p/jons-prerecorded-farewell-message

This final post also contained a number of photos of Rappoport, young and handsome, in his heyday —

and lately.

I consider that final image terrifying. As if he had seen, analyzed, and divulged so very much about the mental poison that has infected our culture that his written “corpus” ended up eating him alive. As if he was mocking us for still be-LIE-ving in the medical/pharmaceutical profession.

 

Back in the early ’80s, I was still brainwashed. Not totally, but to some extent. So when the AIDs fear porn began to course through society, specifically targeting gay men, I didn’t pay much attention — until I went to San Francisco as an astrological consultant for friends of a friend of mine in the Castro District. Most of her very dear friends were gay men!

I wondered, geez? Should I get tested? My friend convinced me not to. Said I didn’t need it. I believed her.

But, nagging in the back of my mind: a few years earlier I had been briefly involved with a sweet, kind man, a medical doctor, who I discovered later, was actually gay. In other words, I functioned for awhile as his “beard.” We never discussed his proclivities, though we came close to doing so. Nor did I speak of them to others for decades. (He died many years later.)

I mention this from my own herstory, just to introduce the fact that I, among millions of people, recognized at some point in our lives that we had been fear porned, scammed, by so-called “AIDS” (and it’s poisonous “cure,” AZT).

No wonder it was so obvious to me from the beginning that so-called “covid” was a total con, and that the vaccine would be not the cure but the poison.

 

Way back then, independent investigative journalist Jon Rappoport, who had already been exposing as bullshit other so-called “disease outbreaks,” gradually introduced the culture to his caustic contention: that horribly scary AIDS was not actually a single “disease,” but just a large and varied collection of “symptoms” (due to any number of poisons, life style, etc.) that someone in the CDC officially named “AIDS,” back in 1981. His book, AIDS Inc, was published in 1988.

In 2006, journalist Celia Farber looked again at AIDS, in detail, from an historical point of view. See the description of her book on Amazon.

 

Celia Farber has penned an initial response to the seemingly sudden news of Jon Rappoport’s death, on Wednesday, July 6.

https://celiafarber.substack.com/p/farewell-to-a-friend-ally-war-buddy

And “Unbekoming” has published a remarkable tribute, one which I particularly resonate with.

https://www.unbekoming.com/p/jon-rappoport-reporter

[It begins: and notice the intro material  ends with the first “disease” he’s going to check out: AIDS, 1988.]

 

Crotchety Crone: Signs of Renewed Life

July 10, 2026

The following post was written as a reflection upon this meme:

As one of the few remaining World War II babies (born 1942), I actually, personally, remember the contaminated atmosphere of our world in total shit way way before I started to consciously recall that it went to shit. Remembering it before it went to shit is likely the Boomer generation’s experience. The ’50s, especially, when comfortable middle class family life stabilized the (pulsing) center between the rapacious way-too-rich, and the ghastly way-too-poor.

But then of course, as everything changes, stabilization turned into stagnation, finally wrenching the culture in the opposite direction: what the few remaining my age and boomers now remember, nostalgically, as “the (turbulent, free-love, do your thing) ’60s.”

Yes, I remember World War II, the F.E.A.R (False Evidence Appearing Real) her husband (my father) would not return, how it paralyzed my mother, so that she was unable to emotionally nourish me, much less to breast feed me. That stopped the very day he left home, and I seem to recall her own mother recommended that she wean me to a cup rather than a bottle. No wonder I was addicted to cigarettes for so long!

I know I’ve detailed this before, here, ad nauseam!  And no wonder. This was my PTSD imprint. What was yours? Because we all have one, some experience, or ongoing situation, or both, when we were very young and impressionable, that stamped us for life, rigidifying attitudes, values, etc., unless and until we begin to “process” what happened to us. And even then, there’s no way to erase. Rather soften into spaciousness as much as possible.

Personal Processing

 

BTW: her mother, my grandmother, never let her children meet their grandparents, even though they lived in the same town. Why? Because they were obviously “Jewish.” Not that I ever knew this, while growing up. Our Jewish ancestry was successfully hidden for me, until a few years ago! Jewish meant “bad.” Jewish meant contaminated.

So, you might say, the world has been going to shit forever! And resurrecting, regenerating, forever!

And it’s not just generational, racial, cultural wars. How about those drat “flock” cameras? Our current city council finally got word about the flock cameras having been introduced to Bloomington, and they started a local movement to have them removed! YES!

https://bloomington.in.gov/news/2026/04/15/6521

Bloomington is by far not the only town. At least 85 towns across this nation have NOT renewed their flock contracts.

Meanwhile, some contrarians don’t bother to wait for legal means.

It may be that flock cameras, and other applications, technologies, of the AI driven technocratic state, will be the trigger that unites us all, to finally see and feel beyond our increasingly polarized left-right divide.

Bah humbug to all that! We are all human beings, deserving of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.