The key transcript of Dr Mike Yeadon’s testimony is now up.
https://www.ukcolumn.org/article/dr-mike-yeadons-key-testimony-part-iii-the-hot-lots
https://www.ukcolumn.org/article/dr-mike-yeadons-key-testimony-part-iii-the-hot-lots
UKColumn
Dr Mike Yeadon's key testimony — Part III: The Hot Lots
In the central part of his testimony to Reiner Füllmich, Dr Mike Yeadon sets out with graphic evidence from the US VAERS reporting system why it is mathematically impossible for the same substance to be contained in all batches of Covid jabs, unless the data…
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Mainstream mention of bad batches.
Also an apt description of the Northern Territory and Western Australia premiers as “wayward sandgropers”.
https://spectator.com.au/2022/01/the-reckoning-has-begun/
Also an apt description of the Northern Territory and Western Australia premiers as “wayward sandgropers”.
https://spectator.com.au/2022/01/the-reckoning-has-begun/
The Spectator Australia
The reckoning has begun | The Spectator Australia
The West’s Covid-19 strategy of lockdowns, mass vaccinations and extreme curbs is losing credibility by the moment, even if various wannabe-despots are slow to realise it.
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It's always worse somewhere in India.
Some subscribers are aptly observing that there is a lot of English jingoism that gleefully describes the Russians as Asiatic hordes. At the end of the First World War, Alexander Blok was fully cognizant of this and wrote an ironic warning to his country's Western "allies" after Russia had withdrawn from the fighting.
You are but millions. Our unnumbered nations
Are as the sands upon the sounding shore.
We are the Scythians! We are the slit-eyed Asians!
Try to wage war with us—you'll try no more!
You've had whole centuries. We—a single hour.
Like serfs obedient to their feudal lord,
We've held the shield between two hostile powers—
Old Europe and the barbarous Mongol horde.
Your ancient forge has hammered down the ages,
Drowning the distant avalanche's roar.
Messina, Lisbon—these, you thought, were pages
In some strange book of legendary lore.
Full centuries long you've watched our Eastern lands,
Fished for our pearls and bartered them for grain;
Made mockery of us, while you laid your plans
And oiled your cannon for the great campaign.
The hour has come. Doom wheels on beating wing.
Each day augments the old outrageous score.
Soon not a trace of dead nor living thing
Shall stand where once your Paestums flowered before.
O Ancient World, before your culture dies,
Whilst failing life within you breathes and sinks,
Pause and be wise, as Oedipus was wise,
And solve the age-old riddle of the Sphinx.
That Sphinx is Russia. Grieving and exulting,
And weeping black and bloody tears enough,
She stares at you, adoring and insulting,
With love that turns to hate, and hate—to love.
Yes, love! For you of Western lands and birth
No longer know the love our blood enjoys.
You have forgoten there's a love on Earth
That burns like fire and, like all fire, destroys.
We love cold Science passionately pursued;
The visionary fire of inspiration;
The salt of Gallic wit, so subtly shrewd,
And the grim genius of th German nation.
We know the hell of a Parisian street,
And Venice, cool in water and in stone;
The scent of lemons in the southern heat;
The fuming piles of soot-begrimed Cologne.
We love raw flesh, its color and its stench.
We love to taste it in our hungry maws.
Are we to blame then, if your ribs should crunch,
Fragile between our massive, gentle paws?
We know just how to play the cruel game
Of breaking in the most rebellious steeds;
And stubborn captive maids we also tame
And subjugate, to gratify our needs…
Come join us, then! Leave war and war's alarms,
And grasp the hand of peace and amity.
While still there's time, Comrades, lay down your arms!
Let us unite in true fraternity!
But if you spurn us, then we shall not mourn.
We too can reckon perfidy no crime,
And countless generations yet unborn
Shall curse your memory till the end of time.
We shall abandon Europe and her charm.
We shall resort to Scythian craft and guile.
Swift to the woods and forests we shall swarm,
And then look back, and smile our slit-eyed smile.
Away to the Urals, all! Quick, leave the land,
And clear the field for trial by blood and sword,
Where steel machines that have no soul must stand
And face the fury of the Mongol horde.
But we ourselves, henceforth, we shall not serve
As henchmen holding up the trusty shield.
We'll keep our distance and, slit-eyed, observe
The deadly conflict raging on the field.
We shall not stir, even though the frenzied Huns
Plunder the corpses of the slain in battle, drive
Their cattle into shrines, burn cities down,
And roast their white-skinned fellow men alive.
O ancient World, arise! For the last time
We call you to the ritual feast and fire
Of peace and brotherhood! For the last time
O hear the summons of the barbarian lyre!
https://ru.wikisource.org/wiki/%D0%A1%D0%BA%D0%B8%D1%84%D1%8B_(%D0%91%D0%BB%D0%BE%D0%BA)
You are but millions. Our unnumbered nations
Are as the sands upon the sounding shore.
We are the Scythians! We are the slit-eyed Asians!
Try to wage war with us—you'll try no more!
You've had whole centuries. We—a single hour.
Like serfs obedient to their feudal lord,
We've held the shield between two hostile powers—
Old Europe and the barbarous Mongol horde.
Your ancient forge has hammered down the ages,
Drowning the distant avalanche's roar.
Messina, Lisbon—these, you thought, were pages
In some strange book of legendary lore.
Full centuries long you've watched our Eastern lands,
Fished for our pearls and bartered them for grain;
Made mockery of us, while you laid your plans
And oiled your cannon for the great campaign.
The hour has come. Doom wheels on beating wing.
Each day augments the old outrageous score.
Soon not a trace of dead nor living thing
Shall stand where once your Paestums flowered before.
O Ancient World, before your culture dies,
Whilst failing life within you breathes and sinks,
Pause and be wise, as Oedipus was wise,
And solve the age-old riddle of the Sphinx.
That Sphinx is Russia. Grieving and exulting,
And weeping black and bloody tears enough,
She stares at you, adoring and insulting,
With love that turns to hate, and hate—to love.
Yes, love! For you of Western lands and birth
No longer know the love our blood enjoys.
You have forgoten there's a love on Earth
That burns like fire and, like all fire, destroys.
We love cold Science passionately pursued;
The visionary fire of inspiration;
The salt of Gallic wit, so subtly shrewd,
And the grim genius of th German nation.
We know the hell of a Parisian street,
And Venice, cool in water and in stone;
The scent of lemons in the southern heat;
The fuming piles of soot-begrimed Cologne.
We love raw flesh, its color and its stench.
We love to taste it in our hungry maws.
Are we to blame then, if your ribs should crunch,
Fragile between our massive, gentle paws?
We know just how to play the cruel game
Of breaking in the most rebellious steeds;
And stubborn captive maids we also tame
And subjugate, to gratify our needs…
Come join us, then! Leave war and war's alarms,
And grasp the hand of peace and amity.
While still there's time, Comrades, lay down your arms!
Let us unite in true fraternity!
But if you spurn us, then we shall not mourn.
We too can reckon perfidy no crime,
And countless generations yet unborn
Shall curse your memory till the end of time.
We shall abandon Europe and her charm.
We shall resort to Scythian craft and guile.
Swift to the woods and forests we shall swarm,
And then look back, and smile our slit-eyed smile.
Away to the Urals, all! Quick, leave the land,
And clear the field for trial by blood and sword,
Where steel machines that have no soul must stand
And face the fury of the Mongol horde.
But we ourselves, henceforth, we shall not serve
As henchmen holding up the trusty shield.
We'll keep our distance and, slit-eyed, observe
The deadly conflict raging on the field.
We shall not stir, even though the frenzied Huns
Plunder the corpses of the slain in battle, drive
Their cattle into shrines, burn cities down,
And roast their white-skinned fellow men alive.
O ancient World, arise! For the last time
We call you to the ritual feast and fire
Of peace and brotherhood! For the last time
O hear the summons of the barbarian lyre!
https://ru.wikisource.org/wiki/%D0%A1%D0%BA%D0%B8%D1%84%D1%8B_(%D0%91%D0%BB%D0%BE%D0%BA)
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Dan Andrews rumbled in a state legislature hearing as making up "official health advice".
Sorry for the bad word in the reuploader's own video description.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dp5Qq-UIgM8&t=828s
Sorry for the bad word in the reuploader's own video description.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dp5Qq-UIgM8&t=828s
YouTube
The wheels are falling off - part 2
No medical information in the video.
mainly because none of this shit show is based on medical information..
mainly because none of this shit show is based on medical information..
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Cuban Missile Crisis, sixty years on.
https://www.militarytimes.com/flashpoints/ukraine/2022/02/02/leaked-text-suggests-possible-us-russia-missile-arrangement-over-ukraine/
https://www.militarytimes.com/flashpoints/ukraine/2022/02/02/leaked-text-suggests-possible-us-russia-missile-arrangement-over-ukraine/
Military Times
Leaked text suggests possible US-Russia missile arrangement over Ukraine
The text closely reflects statements made to the media last week by NATO Secretary-General Jens Stoltenberg as he laid out the 30-nation military organization’s position on Russia’s demands.
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Jharkand is a state that was split off from a larger state in India precisely because it contains many "tribals", as the Indian Government still calls them. Hence the attitude.
https://twitter.com/dancohen3000/status/1487926273892618242
https://twitter.com/dancohen3000/status/1487926273892618242
X (formerly Twitter)
Dan Cohen (@dancohen3000) on X
The Covidian biosecurity regime in action: Uniformed soldiers hold down and forcibly vaccinate a terrified elderly man in Jharkhand, India as he begs them not to.
How many times has this happened when there’s no camera recording?
How many times has this happened when there’s no camera recording?
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Forwarded from Millennial Woes
I love this notion of Trudeau as the perfect globalist "Third Culture Kid" - a hollow, grinning muppet who belongs nowhere, belongs everywhere, has no identity, nothing genuine or meaningful - just a consumer, trying on different cultures like a {flamboyant homosexual} trying on costumes.
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Millennial Woes
I love this notion of Trudeau as the perfect globalist "Third Culture Kid" - a hollow, grinning muppet who belongs nowhere, belongs everywhere, has no identity, nothing genuine or meaningful - just a consumer, trying on different cultures like a {flamboyant…
Regarding the penultimate snap there, it was circulating the other day that Trudeau's ex-wife had donated $25,000 to the truckers in her own name.
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A tour de force by Dr Joe Boot here. Extremely well worth listening to with concentration. Boot sounds as though he hails from Gloucestershire and has been a Christian minister in Ontario for a long time now.
The picking-apart of Trudeau in the first half is redolent of David Scott's remarks on Fake Nationalist Scotland: the natives are written off as non-citizens because they persist in viewing the nation as an extension of their family and have not joined the revolution.
The second half is striking for Boot's contrasting of Christ's once-for-all accomplishment of salvation for His people ("It is finished") with Critical Theory's "We're still not quite there yet", and for the sketch of a Christian black man in national Canadian media who got fired by his white bosses for having too much of a mind of his own.
https://www.ezrainstitute.ca/resource-library/podcast/freedom-convoys-and-critical-theory
The picking-apart of Trudeau in the first half is redolent of David Scott's remarks on Fake Nationalist Scotland: the natives are written off as non-citizens because they persist in viewing the nation as an extension of their family and have not joined the revolution.
The second half is striking for Boot's contrasting of Christ's once-for-all accomplishment of salvation for His people ("It is finished") with Critical Theory's "We're still not quite there yet", and for the sketch of a Christian black man in national Canadian media who got fired by his white bosses for having too much of a mind of his own.
https://www.ezrainstitute.ca/resource-library/podcast/freedom-convoys-and-critical-theory
Ezra Institute
Ezra Institute | Freedom Convoys and Critical Theory
The dispute over the meaning and extent of rights and freedoms is on display in the Canadian truckers' ongoing protest in Ottawa, and the response to it from media and elected officials. But this dispute is also rooted in an older and deeper philosophical…
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