Shocking Revelations & Melancholy Remembrance
I went to bed last night outraged by what has been called “the biggest story of 2023.”
Pfizer is actually talking about mutating the virus themselves so that they can sell more “vaccines.”
If you haven’t yet seen the Project Veritas undercover video of a Pfizer manager cavalierly talking about the corrupt company’s plans for illegal gain-of-function research, you must watch this 👇
The video had 1 million views in the first 90 minutes online.
It’s now at nearly 19 million and counting.
The complete lack of humanity is called out by Naomi Wolf in her responses to the outrageous clip.
I’ll just share the excellent overview of the whole story by The Vigilant Fox here 👇
Be sure to watch the aftermath of the hidden camera recording, where the Pfizer consultant describes himself as “literally a liar” and experiences a breathtaking meltdown.
I don’t mean watch out of schadenfreude.
I mean watch from the perspective of observing the kind of people we’re dealing with.
People with no moral compass.
No sense of scruples, dignity, or honour.
I went to bed last night outraged, but I woke to a remembrance of one year ago.
I know I’ll be writing more about this.
Along with many others, the Freedom Convoy changed my life.
Maybe more than some.
I ran away from home and never went back.
I’ve been living a nomad’s life between the freedom movement centres of Ottawa and Montreal, talking to people, witnessing, participating, learning, laughing and crying.
A dear friend I’ve met along this past year’s journey sent me this 👇
It didn’t reverse my anger, but it did soften it.
I am reminded of all the good, kind, selfless people in this country.
The people I met in Ottawa who generously provided food, shelter, and friendship.
People who fed the homeless, cleaned the streets and local Tim Hortons’ bathrooms, shared stories and created bonds.
I know that’s not the story the media told, and that was my first big awakening.
That the government could pay the media to outright lie.
But why not?
If they can do business with predators like Pfizer, the media is a mere household pet.
I went to bed last night outraged, but I will go to bed tonight comforted by the company I keep.
We can never recreate the magic and energy of the greatest protest in Canadian history, but we can come together and celebrate each other.
If you’re in Toronto, head to the Vaughan Mills overpass for some Saturday group flag waving and potluck dinner...
If you’re in Ottawa, join the Sunday afternoon dance party on Parliament Hill...
There will be a gathering on the Hill at noon first.
Perhaps I’ll see you there.
I went to bed last night outraged, but tonight I will sleep in peaceful anticipation of what We the People will create from the ashes of the lives we once had.
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