Wolfram & Josh Ludlow - YoYo Disco

Crooked & Cloned, Doubled & Masked

Wakey Wakey

The process has to be gentle and humourous because the subject matter is so grave. Masks and Doubles are a deception but the cloning is vast and much more serious. I always avoided the subject as most of the info back in the day was about Hollywood clones and I have a natural aversion to celebrity info. 

However, I did study and deeply respect Dr Karla Turner's work all those years ago and recently went back to it, and if you click the link those videos are all gone for good reason. That's where all the dangerous information was. So they killed her. 

Cancer like my mother.

Oncology Professor - The Jabs Turbo-Boost Cancers

Professor Angus Dalgleish of St George Hospital can no longer ignore the surge in cancers that he and any other oncologist who isn't bought or sold will tell you. I first posted about this a year ago when Mayo Clinic trained Dr Ryan Cole confirmed what we were already hearing verbatim from patients.

We've had years of suppression with the normies cheering on the censorship, which is odd because it's hastening their demise, while they seek pacifier stories in the legacy media such as yesterday's news where nobody can explain why excess deaths are up 10% across Europe and the only thing the toxic and poisonous media can say for certain is it has nothing to do with experimental injections.

In the information age. Ignorance is a lifestyle decision.

Solzhenitsyn - Cancer Ward

Clif High is one tuff son of a bitch.

The Juice Accelerates Cancers

Dr Ryan Cole explains why the data indicates that the uptick in cancers from juiced people is from the juice.

It's only difficult to understand if there's a gullible belief that Government, Big Pharma and Legacy Media care about you.

Dr Cole is from the Mayo Clinic.

Update: I am adding links for people who are concerned and would like more information on the vaccines triggering or rekindling dormant or live cancer conditions.

I am seeing cancers take off like wildfire after the vaccine says US doctor.

The Tasteless Joke Called Comic Relief

All big charities are corrupted. That's why they are set up. It's their raison d'etre.

Especially Cancer Research.

Oh Captain my Captain

Tim Footman is a writer based in Bangkok. One day through his blog roll I came across a link which I felt was something quite different. It was the blog of Brian, a 45 year old advertising copywriter and soon to be published author based in Donegal who was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and only six to twelve months to live. I wrote about it here.

There is no happy ending in blogging I guess. I assumed that one day I would be thinking about Brian, realise he hadn't posted for a while, and that maybe there would be a slow but increasing sense of 'The End' parading as radio silence. This indeed happened early last month as Capt. Pancreas had gone quiet for a few weeks but then he reappeared with news of being in treatment. I guess there was no online access in the hospital.

Brian is responsible for coming up with the phrase "trying to squeeze the sweetness out of every second" and I just discovered he died on Friday.

He leaves a seven year old son, a wife and a bunch of people that never met him in real life but could feel his warmth and generosity.

O Captain my Captain
O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up--for you the flag is flung for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

- Walt Whitman