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.]