King Charles diagnosed with cancer

Since his parents, both "vaccinated," "died suddenly" some months later, and since other royals (Kate Middleton, Sarah Ferguson) have also been stricken by mysterious ills, this news is quite striking Not many British royals have been hit with cancer since the 18th century. The small number diagnosed with it since then include Prince Albert, son of Queen Victoria, and Edward VIII, who, having abdicated out of love, made news thereafter as the Duke of Windsor. (There’s a handy overview of royal cancer cases at https://www.unofficialroyalty.com/royal-cancer-deaths/.) Scroll down to read my prior post about the deaths of Queen Elizabeth and Prince Philip. Meanwhile, let’s regard this news as a reminder that we often don’t know what we think we know—such as the “fact” that such high players, with all their billions, have somehow been spared the lethal “vaccination” given countless commoners, and were, instead, injected merely with saline. Many a commenter has asserted that big stars, leading politicians, CEOs and other privileged types have not been jabbed for real—a speculation that appears to be unfounded.

How We Talk Now

Back in Year Moderna, while I was absolutely throwing away my life and murdering my own child by refusing the lifesaving vaccines that would prevent us from being immediately slaughtered by the deadly virus, I had a series of discussions with concerned intervenors who tried to save us. The discussions always went the same way: They screamed about what a disgusting anti-science bigoted stupid dangerous hateful vicious ignorant monster pig I was. Then I sent peer-reviewed articles from medical journals describing the potential dangers of rushed vaccines, like this one: …which arrived at the conclusion that “challenge of mice given any of the vaccines led to occurrence of Th2-type immunopathology suggesting hypersensitivity to SARS-CoV components was induced. Caution in proceeding to application of a SARS-CoV vaccine in humans is indicated.” Then they screamed at me about what a disgusting and dangerous unbeliever I was, and WHY AREN’T YOU OBEYING!?!?!? You make me sick with your ignorance! Near the end of those discussions, before we lapsed into years of icy silence, I said explicitly that I was completely done responding to hyperemotional shaming language. I’ve sent articles from medical journals, I said, and would happily discuss them, or evaluate any evidence they wanted to send me. Send evidence, I said, and let’s discuss it in a rational and serious way, without emotion. Then they screamed at me that I was dangerous and a disgusting person and an unbeliever who hated Saint Dr. Fauci like a repulsive Trumper. Yes, there’s an irony in that last sentence. In Los Angeles, now, we’re seeing several days of steady rain. Our crap infrastructure isn’t built or maintained for these conditions, and the strength of the storm is causing us some problems. I put on my rain suit and took a walk last night, and the storm drains weren’t keeping up. I was glad I’d worn boots. A couple of traffic signals went out. But the schools and stores are open this morning, and life goes on. Also, the news is full of headlines about California being SLAMMED by a devastating ATMOSPHERIC RIVER that’s CRUSHING us and producing TERROR AND DESPAIR as the CLIMATE EMERGENCY worsens. We’re being lashed! I drove from Pasadena to Long Beach on Saturday night, then drove back to Pasadena a couple hours later. It was raining a bit, but nothing serious. And there were signs all along the remarkably ugly 710 freeway corridor warning about the SEVERE WEATHER. I kind of enjoy the effect I accidentally got by taking a picture as I drove by one of them, sort of illustrating the psychological effect of deliberately promulgated panic: Meanwhile, here’s the latest in medical science, from the magazine of the Harvard School of Medicine: Doctors are “bearing witness,” like Elie Wiesel, as the climate absolutely murders all the young people: Across the world, people are experiencing the health effects of a changing climate. Those health effects are especially pronounced among young people, and small groups of them are now turning to the justice system to push back. Some are even suing the government, arguing that policies permitting fossil fuel consumption violate their constitutional right to a stable climate that sustains their health. And some doctors are offering expert evidence essential to their cause. It’s medically interesting, isn’t it, that older people are much less likely to experience climate illness? But doctors are prescribing an end to fossil fuels, because of the Constitution. That’s medical care, you see, like setting a broken bone. See also this discussion about a parent who asked a pediatrician to discuss the potential side effects of vaccines, causing the doctor to stammer and weep and to throw the family out of the office forever. "I'm not going to be able to provide care for your baby,” the physician said. “I feel very strongly about this." That’s what medical doctors do — they feel things very intensely, which is the practice of clinical medicine. We’re surrounded. Public language is emotionally heightened, persistently, to the exclusion of reason. Nothing is merely bad or unfortunate; everything is an emergency, and the worst ever. Of course the intent is manipulative… eugyppius: a plague chronicle The Hysterical Style in Western Politics If one thing distinguishes present politics, it is the hysterical style. By this I mean the unceasing deployment of falsely urgent affective appeals by the press and politicians to manipulate the public attitude and mobilise support for specific programmes… Read more 7 days ago · 524 likes · 303 comments · eugyppius …but the tediousness is having the opposite effect. How do you respond to a sobbing physician who tells you that you have to obey her because she feels strongly? When every discussion is emotionally heightened, no discussion is emotionally heightened. You’ll want to notice this point during the next week of five-alarm-fire media discussion about the “bipartisan border security bill,” which will be extremely stupid. I won’t be here to witness any of it, of course, because I’m unvaccinated and being lashed by the climate emergency. Tell Me How This Ends is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. Tell Me How This Ends. © 2024 Chris Bray 548 Market Street PMB 72296, San Francisco, CA 94104

Forgotten Things

I try to imagine how it might feel being a broken wine glass trying to remember whether it held a red or a white when it was whole or to be a puff of smoke that disappears in seconds, existing for only a few moments, wondering whose lips it had passed through or to be a dream that never ends, to go places without moving, voyaging in my body, feeling just how filled with emptiness one can really be I try to imagine Future's jealousy of a Present that never ends, of a hope to touch, just once, the waters of the sea, to think imaginatively about the sun or moon or stars. I feel bad for forgotten things. Remembering hurts more.