“Believe nothing you hear, and only one half that you see.” ―
Rather than just highlighting better writing than I can muster, most especially on the virus the mainstream media hyena’s are hyperventilating about, I’ve been waiting for a gifted researcher and writer to pen her latest opus on this topic.
It is a lengthy piece, but one well worth the read:
Bats, Gene Editing and Bioweapons: Recent DARPA Experiments Raise Concerns Amid Coronavirus Outbreak -By Whitney Webb via The Last American Vagabond
DARPA recently spent millions on research involving bats and coronaviruses, as well as gene editing “bioweapons” prior to the recent coronavirus outbreak. Now, “strategic allies” of the agency have been chosen to develop a genetic material-based vaccine to halt the potential epidemic.
And for some common sense on what one might want to do in a precautionary manner to avoid getting the virus or any virus in the first place, we’ll check in with a holistic doctor:
Dr. Brownstein: Corona Virus is Nothing New – Here’s What to Do: – via healthimpactnews.com
And finally, there is the brilliant researcher and writer, Jon Rappoport, who has been researching, studying and reporting on viruses for years. Of late, he has a series of short articles on this particular virus. His latest articles, along with an archive of all past articles can be read here.
Of course, you won’t get any of this reporting from the corporate media shysters, for whatever jive they give you each day and night…they’re hoping you’ll lose your collective shyte over the latest pound of f**kery they’re dishing out.
“IF – By Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!