Peanuts and Eternal Life
Who knew that utopia ended in the year of our Lord 2020?
If there’s one thing that has left me dumbfounded over the last (I can’t believe it’s been so long) almost 3 years, it has been the realization that most of the people I used to respect have lost their minds. I used to look up to true intellectuals, doctors, scientists, and other types of professionals in the public eye. I will even go so far as to add a few politicians to that list (who have now been removed). I also used to believe that the general public had a few more brain cells and found out they really do not.
It has left me a bit blue and feeling like there’s not a lot of hope for most of the population on the planet. I do hold out hope for a remnant of people though.
Did we have physical eternal life before March of 2020? At this point, I believe most people thought that no one ever got sick or died before 2020. If one just takes a glance at the propaganda that has been shoved down the throats of the people across the world you would think that, without warning and all of a sudden, people started getting sick and dying for the first time in human history starting in March of 2020.
The same people that believe this weird doctrine have conveniently forgotten about the dozens and dozens of illnesses and items that caused death before the new biomedical security apparatus was unleashed upon an unsuspecting public.
How many people remember peanut bans put into place few years back because someone dropped dead from looking at (sarcasm) a peanut (and do not get me started on why people are allergic to peanuts now… do a bit of research on some of the childhood “vaccines” that are made with food proteins, one of which is peanut)? What happened to salmonella, e-coli, bee stings, alcohol poisoning, tuberculosis, and a whole litany of other things that have killed people (and lots of them) for centuries? Have people really forgotten that people became sick and have, um, died… forever? Why is it that people all of a sudden seem to have forgotten that sometimes during the year (usually in the winter) we have a chance of developing a nasty cough, possibly a fever and some stuffiness that may put us out of commission for a week or two? What has made people think that the answer to eternal life is experimental substances being shot into their body?
I guess I’m just kind of baffled… why is it that the same people who say it’s literally impossible to be maimed or killed by an experimental product injected into their body are often the same people screaming that a peanut or a wheat berry can kill them? If someone is concerned about a peanut killing them, shouldn’t we have the same right to be concerned that something experimental (and manmade/engineered) could kill us? Shouldn’t we all have the right to weigh the risk and decide for ourselves? If the chance of a reaction to something is one in a million, don’t we have the right to ask, “what if I’m that one?”
I have often thought about all the things in life that can kill a person. Hell, life itself is a huge risk. We choose risk every single day! If we get into our car it may be our last day on earth. If we go down in a plane it is almost certain it will be our last day. When we take a shower we could slip and hit our head and be done with this life. Walking on the ice, partaking in certain hobbies, drinking alcohol, doing drugs, taking OTC and prescription medications, having a colonoscopy, taking a “covid” test, having elective or needed surgery, going to the hospital for any reason, eating a rare steak, eating fruits and vegetables from a store without washing them, eating alone and choking, sleeping on our back and vomiting in our sleep, “sleeping around”, drinking too much water too fast… I mean, I can go on for pages and pages about all the things that we choose to do daily that may, quite literally, maim or kill us.
These things have been going on for centuries and people have died and been incapacitated doing every single one of them. In fact, I would wager there have been millions of people over the centuries who have died just living their lives the way they want to.
Why is it that now, all of a sudden, we are no longer allowed to choose our own risk? Why is it that we need someone to tell us which risks are acceptable and which are not? Do we realize that if we allow anyone to begin telling us which risks are “okay”, eventually we won’t be able to choose any of our own risks? That’s the way it’s heading. I’ve written and spoken about this before and it seems that most of the population is still not getting it.
It’s been on my mind a lot lately… you know, the whole “I can die from a peanut but can’t die from a shot” thing. I don’t know why it came to mind. I think I heard yet another person screaming about how any shot, any medicine, any drug, or any surgery are 100% safe and effective and the risk is “minimal” and there’s only a one in a million chance of an adverse event, blah blah blah and I snapped.
Just because someone else’s risk choice makes sense to them does not mean that we must be coerced into taking the same risk. I jumped out of an airplane for fun one time (and it scared the hell out of me), should I have the right to demand that everyone do that as well? Jumping out of an airplane is extremely risky. We all do things in our lives that are considered risky and we would never even think about demanding that someone else choose the same risk for themselves, but why is it that with so-called “medicine” we are demanded to take the same risk as someone else?
I have had enough of it. My non-compliance, ungovernable attitude is at an all time high. I have never been truly “rebellious” per se and have mostly “followed the rules” (the ones that make sense) over my lifetime, but I’m becoming like a petulant child. These people have pushed so far that I’m inclined to say no to every single thing I hear from any “official” for the rest of my life.
Our lives belong to us. No one gets to determine what we can or cannot do with it. Our bodies are the only “possessions” we own from the day we are born until the day we die. We take nothing with us to the grave… only our bodies. I, for one, plan to be lord over my body until my dying breath and the monsters who are pushing to literally own and control every living thing on this planet can kiss me arse. I will not comply. And I hope you will not either.
...why is it that the same people who say it’s literally impossible to be maimed or killed by an experimental product injected into their body are often the same people screaming that a peanut or a wheat berry can kill them?
That really hits the nail on the head. I might use this in future arguments.
These people have pushed so far that I’m inclined to say no to every single thing I hear from any “official” for the rest of my life.
My new rule is that if a "trusted mainstream source" says it, it's probably wrong. When you start investigating, you quickly realize that they have been deliberately pushing lies and phony "science" on us for decades. For example, I'm doing a deep dive on cholesterol, saturated fat, and heart disease right now, and the playbook is shockingly similar to covid's.
For the last three years, we (all of us) have been the targets of the most extensive, offensive and expensive propaganda campaign in human history. And the campaign is expanding. Exponentially. Aimed at forcing behavioral changes that will, we are told, in some magical fashion, prolong our lives, (Or was that prolong our servitude?)
But - you're gonna die! And so am I. Tomorrow. Next week. Next year, or a decade from now. We all go sometime. Even our would-be lords and masters.