Ken Paxton Leads the Charge

Texas Attorney General sues Pfizer for mis­rep­re­sent­ing COVID-19 vac­cine effi­ca­cy and con­spir­ing to cen­sor pub­lic discourse.

JOHN LEAKE DEC 1 During the 1948 presidential election campaign, President Truman delivered a speech attacking the Republicans. During the speech, a supporter yelled out, "Give 'em Hell, Harry!" Truman replied, "I don't give them Hell. I just tell the truth about them, and they think it's Hell." I was reminded of Truman’s remark yesterday when I saw the news that Texas Attorney Ken Paxton is suing Pfizer “for mis­rep­re­sent­ing COVID-19 vac­cine effi­ca­cy and con­spir­ing to cen­sor pub­lic discourse.” Since the beginning of the pandemic, I have gotten the overwhelming impression that most of what we hear from most politicians and their buddies in the Bio-Pharmaceutical Complex consists of fraudulent misrepresentations of everything, starting with the origin of the virus. Earlier this fall I was delighted to see Ken Paxton vanquish the insufferable weenies who tried to take him down. Now comes the news that he’s suing Pfizer. As many readers of this Substack are aware, this isn’t the first time Pfizer has been sued for fraud. In 2009, the company was found guilty of the largest healthcare fraud in U.S. corporate history. A leopard never changes its spots. Please read Texas Attorney General Ken Paxton Press Release and share the link with your friends. Give ‘em Hell, Ken!

River Of Tears

( the words in Italics are in Nigerian English, called PIDGIN. So kindly bear with me and read till the end, so you get the whole gist)

Be strong they say, like we be firewood when them remove from tree ( men should cry and not just stand like statues or trees if a misfortune befalls them)

If I cry them go say, see am, na weak man. No, I say na lie (If i cry, society will chide me and call me a weak man. But I say it's a lie)

Because at times, the best form of strength is Tears

That point at which you don't know what to say, when you have been disenchanted by the circumstance in which you find yourself

Oga, na the time when you suppose break down de cry be that (Boss, that's the time you are supposed to break down and cry), Whether when you are alone or in public

But for my continent, them go tell you say men no de cry ( But in My continent, they will say Men don't cry) and that is why the life expectancy of men in Africa, is quarter of that of women, who walour In the valley of tears, when hit by the vulture of circumstance

Tears is not necessarily a sign of weakness or cowardice, but the emancipator of our real selves

Men no de shed tears for public but when them de before their mirror their hearts bleeds to stupor ( Men don't shared tears in public but when alone, they bleed their selves out baptised in an ocean of tears)

Why we de deceive ourselves na, Oga park well so that you go fit cry well ( why are Men deceiving themselves, they should be real to themselves so they can cry well when the occasion serves them so)

Please cry now while you can, because time de come, when no man go fit cry, because old things don do yanga comot ( please cry now while you can, because a time will come when men won't be able to cry because he won't have that moment anymore)

So Bro/Sist cry well now when you get the chance (so brother or sister, shed a river of tears now that you have the moment)

Tears is the true valley of self discovery

Never will I again be cowered by the majority, to stop crying at the funeral, or in a dirge session for my friend when don kick Jerry can (for my friend that has beyond to the welcoming bosom of charnel's house)

Them say once bitten twice, but no be for here, because if you no cry when you suppose cry, na for the great beyond you go take cry be that (it is popularly said that once bitten, twice shy, but its not in this scenario, because if you don't cry in the moment claiming to be a man, then you will cry in the sanctum of your demise)

So cry while you can,by all the ways you can, by all the means you can, with everybody you can, for all the reasons you can and in all the places you can

All die na die we go talk but come to think of Fam na, some die pass some death ooo, abi you don forget, ma no even start Dem count sef (we say everyone will die and the way we die doesn't matter, but ultimately it's still death)

But some deaths are worse than others, because of how they kissed, the everlasting sanctuary of mother earth

But have you all forgotten so soon?, let me not even start recounting episodes)

Please cry now while you can, because time de come when no man go fit cry, because old things don do yanga comot (so please cry in the moment, when chance is perhaps smiling on you, because an era is coming that you would thirst to cry, but your tears glands would have been swallowed up, and went into menopause because of infirmity)

Who come de tell you say if you de cry, say you are less of a man (who is preaching the gospel to you that, crying makes you less of a man)

I have come to burst your bubble, Oga (Boss/my guy) and tell you that crying is a liquid metal, of indestructible support for the bleeding human system. So make we de cry, when we get the opportunity ( so let's endeavor to cry, whenever mother nature opportune us in the moment, and serves us breakfast in time)

If ODUMEGWU OJUKWU fit de cry while giving a speech during the Nigerian Civil War, then who be me and you not to? ( If COL ODUMEGWU OJUKWU, can spur an ocean of palpable icy tears, during the Nigerian Civil War, then who is me and you not to?)

Crying takes over from the man in a state, when words become superfluous, amorphous and an incapable vehicle, for pouring out the deep satiations of our heart

Then and only then, we yield to tears

Tears pave the way for strength in our lives, when a person narrates their tale and ordeal to us, till that point at which which our tongue cleave to our mouth, and doesn't hold water to give expression, to the canvass of our imagination anymore

So we spiral into tears, and hug the person for centuries, with tears flaking in our eyes, with the intent, that our tears, will whisk the person of our being in their deepest wounds, and ruins, because at that time na only tears fit tell them how much we receive, and are hurt by their wounds ( Because at that time only tears can communicate how much we receive and are hurt by their invincible wounds)

So leave the tears flowing, when they arrive, because nai be the testament say you still de alive, after all the dead doesn't battle with tears, but are mere objects of addition, to the infinite wealth of Gaia ( because that's the testimony that you are still in the flesh with blood running through your veins after all the dead are dead to the living and can't offer the oblation of tears)

SO CRY!!!!!!!!