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Howden's book is a good read. Thanks for the info. Saint Jenner was just another quack. He and his chums made some £3 mn in today's money - from the UK government. A criminal cartel was born. This is true and unknown:

"After the 1853 Compulsory Vaccination Act, smallpox epidemics actually increased in severity. Between 1857-9, there were more than 14,000 deaths from smallpox; in the 1863-5 epidemic, deaths increased to 20,000; and in 1871-2, they totaled 44,800. While the population increased by 7 percent between the first and second epidemics, smallpox deaths increased by 41 percent. Between the second and third epidemics, population growth was 9 percent, but smallpox deaths rose by 120 percent."

Smallpox has nothing to do with a 'virus'. Neither do the other 'diseases'. Filth, lack of sanitation, hygiene, slums, poor diets, black soot, dead pigs in your yard etc etc. Not more than 5% of the geneal pop knows anything about this. This is why the totalitarians can pull off a Rona or similar.

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The correlation between Sudden Infant Death Syndrome (SIDS) and vaccination is so damning: https://unorthodoxy.substack.com/p/how-sids-became-the-perfect-cover

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nutritive healing should never have been forgotten. https://artemisforestfairy.substack.com/p/from-my-heart-to-yours

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Both vested interests (vax pushers and vax contestants) make the same mistake. They review literature only in terms of its contents - they examine words and numbers.

A far more important factor is the mindset behind the written sources.

Authors before around 1950s cannot be regarded as credible or authoritative because: 1) they had no real opposition (= neutral dialogue opportunities), therefore they could speak any gibberish they wanted and the public swallowed it no questions asked, while other authors/doctors did the same; 2) they had no idea about their own limitations (“what? me? limitations? are you crazy?”) - what we now call biases; 3) the public was not allowed (trained, used to) to ask questions or challenge them or request explanations or demand rationale; 4) the fate of the patient was practically irrelevant.

When you read a book from 1896... it’s ancient history. Mostly fantasy - because “science” did not exist at that time. If you were to publish a book (any book) at that time, you would automatically be included in semi-gods of medicine. Regardless of contents.

Whether the publication was reasonable or not is irrelevant. It originated at the time so radically different from now. Now we can assess, test, evaluate, reconsider, challenge, placebo-test, and re-test again. Now we know that people of different composure (body, fitness, sex, race, height, habits, nutrition) react differently to the same stimulus - even at different points of day. Now we are aware of the complex inter-relationships within the body itself. By the way, the injectable mercury is still ok for the minds of many doctors - and we are in 2025, almost mid-21st century. In 1896, nobody would even stop to think about it...

So, whenever you read literature from before 1950s, remember that it is basically free-style fantasy with adjuvants in the form or stories, some of which may even be true.

How scientific is this literature? For comparison: the whole climate change subject was based on a SINGLE journey of a single U.S. warship in the end of 1940s, which allegedly measured something and reported something. The results were never evaluated. Why was it in the middle of the Pacific? Nobody knows and nobody even asks this question. Was it of any scientific value? Come on...

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Nice share, thank you.

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Chemical scent fills my lungs

Plain white color burns my eyes

This isn’t orange in autumn

Notice death reminds us of life

The same way victory goes

back to the beginning

Taste the plastic in the liquid

That the sugar can’t hide

If this is nutrition you can decide

Is denial giving you bliss?

Trapped in society always

Each repeat leaves empty

Aluminum metal fills every brain

Plain white coat dabs every arm

This is our new definition of sane

How much until we aren’t ourselves?

Graves covered with opioid calm

A similar way prozac burns around

Trapped in society again

Each repeat leaves to begin

Taste victory if only a taste

that dies at the alter of medicine

You have another choice to face

The scent of guilt

filling your lungs

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Her face roams to avoid all of mine

The few smiles crooked that I can see

She's the end of the bell curve line

I beg for sleep but where will we be

In a future that's already here?

His wails seep into my hopeless mind

The few moments of silence too loud

He's somewhere on the bell curve line

I wish for happiness to come around

In a future that's never here

My hands pour the beer down the drain

No chemical can bring this line down

We're all on this bell curve in time

The kids born on death beds

Need me to break this line

Need you to break this crime

Else it's too late for them

Else it's too late

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Another flip through the media feed

You're bored but can't pull away

Blinking along with the screens

I'm tired but rest eludes today

I'm not a preacher here to lie

We're socially disconnected

Emotionally raped and blunted

It's too late to be saved

Our brains soaked in aluminum

Dead dendrites can't save them

Another pill is life better now?

You're numb but want to escape

Thinking along with all the screens

Broken but purpose can create

For a moment look at the children

Can you pull away from the screen?

Patter step, carrying laugh, wet cheek

Do you see yourself in any of them?

Do you feel yourself out of time?

I'm not a martyr here to judge

I just wrote this dumbass line

The screen's better for your time

It's too late to be saved

Disconnected raped and blunted

our brains soaked in aluminum

Suffer the children

Suffer the pieces of us

or save them

or save them

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Only junkies use needles.

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Change just the dates and names a few more things about this article and have it written in 2051 and it would be the same old song and dance as in the beginning. They never seem to come up with any new chapters in that playbook of human misery and can't wait to use us to keep the funeral homes in business. I often wonder if they get exactly what they want how quickly they would turn against each other in a desperate play for amusement in the chase of evil.

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