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This summer, computational biologist Luke Hutchison volunteered for a trial of Moderna's COVID-19 vaccine. But after the second injection, his arm swelled up to the size of a "goose egg," Hutchison says. He can't be sure he got the vaccine and not a placebo, but within a few hours, Hutchison, who was healthy and 43, was beset by bone and muscle aches and a 38.9°C fever. "I started shaking. I had cold and hot rushes," he says. "I was sitting by the phone all night long thinking: 'Should I call 911?'"
Hutchison's symptoms resolved after 12 hours. But, he says, "Nobody prepared me for the severity of this."
He says the public should be better prepared than he was, because a subset of people may face intense, if transient, side effects, called reactogenicity, from Moderna's vaccine. Some health experts agree.
my government fucks me every day!"Aye, there(in) lies" the rub! Let me ask . . . whether tis nobler to go out in a blaze . . . forget that - such an attempt, even satirical, must end farce. Thus:
To be, or not to be: that is the question:RC
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.—Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.
The “Corman-Drosten Review Report“ was authored by the International Consortium of Scientists in Life Sciences (ICSLS), and is an external peer review that reveals ’10 fatal flaws’ in the PCR test – the main test used for COVID:
In light of our re-examination of the test protocol to identify SARS-CoV-2 described in the Corman-Drosten paper we have identified concerning errors and inherent fallacies which render the SARS-CoV-2 PCR test useless.
The authors reference the term “useless” eight different times in their report and concluded that a major consequence of the flawed PCR testing protocol was false positives.
Here is a brief summary of the report’s findings on the PCR test’s scientific flaws at the molecular and methodological level, originally compiled here:
..is non-specific, due to erroneous primer design
..is enormously variable
..cannot discriminate between the whole virus and viral fragments
..has no positive or negative controls
..has no standard operating procedure
..does not seem to have been properly peer reviewed
The authors conclude their report by asking the publisher of the original Corman-Drosten study on novel coronavirus detection using the PCR test, Eurosurveillance, to retract the paper. If PCR tests are useless as this new report concludes, then how can they possibly be relied upon to accurately determine the true nature of the ‘pandemic’?
Cockhand has pulled this stunt before when he tearfully lamented the death of his "step- grandfather" - actually the second husband of his stepfather, Bob Carter's ex-wife, Marjorie who was in his late 70s and in a home with Alzheimer's!Why I ALWAYS read everything that you write!
Why I ALWAYS read everything that you write!Likewise, I always enjoy your stuff.
Will people have to start throwing bodies into the street as death-by-vaxx becomes more obvious to the former fence-sitters? If so the Idiots That Be can claim anything to the masses whose minds are open day & night to be penetrated, “see it’s like the Black Death!” they’ll say. “We hesitated because... democracy? Yeah rights etc. But look what happened we must er, seal the country, yes forces. Russia. Or something, save lives new wave, the public will need indefinite injections as we play catch-up.”