Three days ago the WHO’s Tedros, a lackey for Bill Gates, himself likely puppet for who knows who or what “above” him, declared Monkey Pox a “Public Health Emergency of International Concern” (PHEIC) — let’s see . . . should we pronounce that phuck you? or phie on you?

Rinse and repeat. Just like Covid was rolled out, two and a half years ago, the cabal’s playbook remains the same. To make his declaration, Tedros (who is not a doctor) said he broke a tie vote from his advisory council (some of whom are doctors). But, it turns out, that wasn’t true! Two days later we discovered that the actual vote on his advisory council was 9 to 6 . . .

Me thinks that Tedros has now officially blown it. The combination of his dictatorial pronouncement with the wiggly worm of doubt that creeps in when normies discover that the vote was not a tie, but actually 9 to 6! . . . in other words, Tedros lied. If he lied about that, what else has he lied about?

Meanwhile, like other pure bloods, I’m continuously talking to myself about how to communicate with vaxxed siblings, and all but one proud of it. The seven of us are supposed to have an in-person reunion in late August for four days after I think seven years. But they wanted me to get vaxxed first. “NO.” Okay, then get a test. “Well, okay, if I can find one that’s non-invasive. Ah, here it is, a ‘spit in cup’ test. Okay, I’ll do that and meet you there — in Washington (state).”

Well . . . soon a little worm of doubt began to pry into me. Why would I do that? Why would I go along with their indoctrinated agenda at all? I decided not to, but instead to meet them in a park nearby for an afternoon. Besides, if we were all in close indoor contact, and one or more of them got sick afterwards, they’d blame me! Hmmm . . . well, I’d better tell them that if they decide they want me for the entire time, even though I’m not vaxxed or tested, then they’ll each have to sign a document saying they won’t blame me if they get sick!

In other words, turn the tables on them . . . How does it feel to be the one who is shunned, shamed, eh?

And besides, of course, only I know that I’m in actually more danger of “getting something” from them, due to vaxx shedding. But I won’t mention that. It’s simply too much for them to absorb. Furthermore, my god-given immune system is continually nourished and protective.

Result: I’m currently composing successive drafts of an email to the effect that I’ve changed my mind: still flying to Seattle (assuming the world hasn’t blown up or locked down by then), but I will simply meet them in a nearby park for a leisurely afternoon picnic.

I’m busy composing the “here’s why” part of the letter now. How many “reasons” shall I give them? What “evidence” do I show them? What rabbit holes do I ask them to follow me down?

How to introduce well meaning normies to the cabal’s genocidal agenda without them turning away?

Haven’t decided yet.

So horrific, the way this cultural MK Ultra mind virus has infected our civilization. At this stage, exactly one month out from when we are all due to meet, I really wonder if I will ever see any of them again in this life! If I don’t go to Seattle, then, given that they are all vaxxed and likely all but one (who, thanks to subscribing to the Epoch Times, changed her mind!) boosted — how long will each of them live? For that matter, how long will I live? After all, at 79, I’m the oldest, and I think, unfortunately, the wisest.

For those other stubborn purebloods who sometimes wonder if we will always feel so alone, here’s a wonderful testament to us. Del Big Tree, reading out loud an immensely perceptive letter he received from a woman in Australia. Because, guess what, folks! As she says, WE are the control group. As we remain healthy, while the immune systems of the vaxxed deteriorate to the point where they continue to “get covid” over and over again, or their old issues surface again, or they get totally debilitated, or they simply, suddenly die (of myocarditis, clots, etc.), WE function as the control group that they will be forced, at some point, to measure themselves against.

Here’s a video I watched this morning, of the sequels to Janet Ossebaard’s long, and very well done, documentary series, Fall of the Cabal. This one, Money and Murder in Hospitals includes the ghastly hospital experiences of four of Ossebaard’s friends.

Money money money! It turns out that each patient diagnosed “covid” is worth $100,000 to the hospital, which breaks down like this: admitted to hospital ($$$), tested ($), declared positive ($), put on Remdesivir ($$$$$), then drugged comatose and put on respirator ($$$$$), then dying “of covid” ($$$$$). Whew. What a deal! What the video did not do is state how doctors themselves receive their cuts from this big swindle. Because I presume they do. Or is the “job on the line” argument enough to make them forget their hippocratic oath to “do no harm?” The video mentions that hospital system doctors must follow hospital protocols, but not how —or if? — they themselves benefit financially. Do we need another sequel?

· MONEY & MURDER IN HOSPITALS · How medical crimes kill millions

The entire documentary series with sequels is likely worth watching, especially for normies who are just waking up and dare to get the full whammy in one massive download.