Showing posts with label nhs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nhs. Show all posts

Monday 18 December 2023

Right Here Right Now - Shaking Uncontrollably [Fatboy Slim - Praise You]





Fear of dying is a long term Roman Catholic mind control technique that pervades the pseudo Christian world to turn us into materialist 'he who dies with the most toys' is the winner robots. This is retarded and so if facing and fearing death, the Dimethyltryptamine in magic mushrooms (Psilocybin) is the best therapy. 


Also if suffering post traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), 3,4-Methyl​enedioxy​methamphetamine (MDMA) commonly known as Ecstasy, is an empathogen–entactogen and that too is the best therapy. 


Millions of Palestinians are suffering and being traumatized (right here, right now) in a holocaust by the cowardly and obnoxious Israelis if  we bother to look at the Palestinian children shaking uncontrollably on social media videos despite the suppression by Musk and Zuckerberg et al. An empathogen–entactogen doesn't work till the trauma ends as it is a 'POST' traumatic therapy.


The 'Western' Allopathic medicine model is a scam well documented for those who bother to put 'Allopathic + Rockefeller' in a search engine. It's all there.


I mention this because I've requested two doctors at my surgery to spend ten minutes with the 2012 Bioethics Commission material before we have a candid  and complex conversation about what to do with any health conditions I have, and both have refused to do so, because they  are too frightened to know more about health. I can only conclude they know they're frauds and dishing out vaccines to children and infants with perfect immune systems for money money money. Disgusted with their reluctance to discuss child abuse through the Allopathic medicine model I've decided I'm going to write an affidavit and serve it to them. I did tell one of this intention over the phone. She was too busy refusing to know more about biology information to ask a single question of the multiple duty of care failures I was outlining to her.


These are just facts. Whether they suit us or otherwise.


Written without prejudice. All rights reserved.

Friday 15 December 2023

2012 & 2024 - Year of the Dragons













2012 was an extraordinary year, but not in the way that I expected. A lot of transformational events occured and they were 'apocalyptic' which comes from Apokálypsis, an Ancient Greek work for 'the lifting of the veil (unveiling) or 'all that is hidden will be revealed' as Led Zep's Robert Plant sang in the song Kashmir. That's another of British Empire's territorial conflicts like Palestine, left to fend for itself with terrorist migrants genociding the locals in 1947 while bombing a British hotel and hanging British troops and leaving them dangling and booby trapped.

February 10 2024 will be the next Chinese New Year of the Dragon, now 12 years later. This version of Kashmir by Led Zep, with the Cairo Orchestra is by far the best I've come across. West Papua is another Kashmir but more Rio Tinto (GovCorp) than Sykes-Picot.


Thursday 9 November 2023

Elon Musk - Joe Rogan - Matt Hancock & The CoVID Hospital Death Protocols




 I wouldn't have published this without Elon Musk explaining it to Joe Rogan so props to those two guys for discussing a very interesting 'Pandemic Panic-Janet strategy' triggering the masses into fear and obedient mode doing everything they were instructed while the vaccines were being rush rush rushed through at 'WARP SPEED' (President Trump knows) so that the sheeple were begging to be first in the queue, for a solution which will actually disable and kill a lot more people in the long run, but let's look into this trigger strategy first because it's interesting.


When CoVID (Certificate of Vaccine ID; the primary aim of the initiative because killing and maiming they do all the time anyway, check your chemicals in armpit deodorants etc) was declared a pandemic and existential threat to humanity, (scamdemic to the sentient); hospital admission protocols were swiftly put in place. That process for admission of 'elderly vulnerable people' (people forget the important details and chronological order) was roughly speaking; test positive, go to hospital and then the registrar provides a bed in the covid ward, ensuring the treatment protocols are followed. The Registrar is a very powerful job as I learned back here, and I might have the name wrong, so I will update if necessary, when I've spoken to the UK Health Security Agency. I still have the testing methodologies post to write about, after my freedom of information request gave me the runabout.


So, you're in hospital, tested positive (actually it's also false positives but we'll come back to the PCR testing scam later) and then you might not believe this, but we all know not to challenge management and jeopardise our mortgage payments, potentially leaving us homeless etc etc. Hospital nurses and doctors just followed the CoVID protocols, known as Liverpool Pathway (as I learned from Kate Shemirami) which meant intubation for those elderly admissions (a complex mechanical  breathing technology that leads to fatalities far higher than you would guess). Then the medication protocols kick in which compounds the danger because opiates such as Midazolam (Remember Midazolam) knock you out and fight against the ventilators trying to keep you breathing. Some will be familiar with Remdesivir, used more in the US.


Lots and lots of Doctors and Nurses (not all) know this procedure is wrong, wrong, wrong but in a health security  environment, challenging this would be termination of employment and even if the registrar knows this, they too have someone to report to and that chain of command becomes more rigid the further up the pyramid we travel. All these symptoms are wiped out by cheap as chips miracle drugs Hydroxychloroquine and the Nobel prize winning drug for humans Ivermectin which is so brilliant that vets use it on almost all mammals including hedgehogs so the media controlled by big pharma jab jab jabbers (Larry Fink at Blackrock) portrayed it as 'horse paste' because actually it's mostly used in the veterinary world for sheep - But they didn't want you to start making connections.







So everyone follows orders (just following orders - Nuremburg).




The purpose of this theatre (where does surgery take place?) is to convince the public that despite the optics of the frail and elderly getting cutting edge emergency treatment, the process was to kill enough off a few, thus convincing the masses that CoVID (a flu variant) was super deadly when it wasn't. Now, don't get me wrong these are hybrid events, so my assessment is that a bioweapon (mind blowing bio-engineering) was also released. Not a mass killer but one that mimics some flu syndromes with just enough fatalities to compound the intubation victims and convince the entertained to death public that things aren't what they were and anyone shouting 'hold on a minute' was blasted down with 'how dare you' my grannie, uncle, son, friend etc died of CoVID (certification of vaccination ID for micro control of humans) and your questions are a threat to humanity for saying so.


We were howled down. My father went ballistic when I told him not to get the vaccines and still to this day says things like 'all you ever ever ever do (he said ever, three times) is LIE  which is pure and unvarnished Projection Projection Projection.


In advertising language this part of the theatre is called a teaser campaign. Most fatalities in the long run will be from the untested injections, as we're seeing from excess death statistics around the world. People are dying up to 20%+ more than usual, but if there's no Panic-Janet media bombardment, you and I simply wouldn't put two and two together. It doesn't register. I don't now anyone who died of CoVID (one was murdered and the other is  incapacitated and has atrial fibrillation now) but a relative, one of those strong as an Ox muthafuckers who went to hospital with sudden and inexplicable insomnia was admitted, tested for covid as per the protocols and quickly intubated followed by two months of torture including regular hydration being withheld. Also as many can testify, being woken when they were sleeping and tranquilized when they were up and awake as a control mechanism and entertainment for the Network (I've written about the teams in the 'corruption department' of the NHS. I went though it myself but I kept my shields up and so they just roughed me up a bit, but in their eyes they wanted to kill. Fact.


Anyway, that's why he's called Midazolam Matt but he's not the architect. Just another order take with a macabre sense of humour. I've got a bit of 'fuck em' gallows humour too, so I do get it. But I run away from power, I don't seek it. Not this lifetime anyway. I like influence and contributing to dangerous conversations.




Now then, Now then, Now then... due to the new sweeping powers of the 300 pages of the Online Safety Bill[OSB] I can be thrown in jail just for the header cartoon of my blog, so this post is a Molotov cocktail if taken seriously. It is my duty to remind you that this is an exercise in Kafkaesque health-parody writing and that I'm not a paid health professional.


On the contrary I'm exactly the opposite.


Stay Free



https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-8204459/Are-doctors-HARMING-coronavirus-patients-putting-ventilators-early.html


https://www.gov.uk/guidance/a-guide-to-the-online-safety-bill

Monday 23 October 2023

ऋषि SANSKRIT & RISHI












The credit goes to the man who is actually in the arena. Trump explained to me that he misjudged those who would stand by him or turn away when he was down on his luck. He said you just cant tell. Those you think would be solid are gone and some he thought were fair weather friends stood by him.


Music credit Not the BCFM News with Tony, Martin and extraordinarily informative guests.


Image credit for the Sergeants Affair Alamy Pictures


Massive Props to BBC News for taking on the thankless task of of standing up to the censors as best they could during these harrowing times.


And with dignity

Wednesday 7 December 2022

The Swiss & NHS Operating Theatres







ACT ONE

I was in a lot of pain and started taking Ibuprofen which always works a treat with me but as the days rolled by, then weeks I was taking them every four hours and towards the end they lost all efficacies. I started taking 2 Paracetemol, then 2 hours later 2 Ibuprofen - It is 2022 after all.

Four weeks into that regime and nothing was working and so I found a stashed antibiotic and necked that. It really helped for a couple of hours. A month of putting things off and I finally conceded I'd have to go to the Emergency Treatment Centre at the local hospital. They used to call it the walk-in clinic but if you ever been to one, 8 out of 10 cats have foot injuries, so it needed a rebrand from a somewhat limp name as it were.

So, I tipped-up at the ETC and as usual the waiting room was full of the rejects from Lourdes. I wasn't looking forward to a few hours with more miserable people, one of whom, naturally I considered to be myself. I approached the counter, and as I was wincing a bit I kind of had my spiel ready for the receptionist so there wouldn't be too many questions. I said my piece and she directed me to sit down in the waiting area with the rest of the crippled and maimed.

I'd barely sat down, when a voice came over the Tanoy (is that the right word? maybe 'speaker' so the youngsters can understand) "requesting Mr. Frith to report to Triage".

As I got up, I felt the entire waiting room's eyes outraged at my priority treatment, but they'd all heard my pitch and I asked for no preference, so I lurched forwards looking straight-ahead to keep the guilt concealed, but everybody knew.

Inside I was dealt with by a competent professional who was more worried I'd poisoned myself and ordered me a taxi for tests at Emergency in the General Hospital.

Living as a beach-bum in Asia I'd learned to sort out meds for myself on a shoestring budget as often, the important ones are available over the counter. This entire fuss could have been handled with antibiotics and a codeine prescription. Instead, it ended nearly three days later, and I'm ashamed to say, at considerable unnecessary cost to taxpayers.

ACT TWO

After getting trolleyed in A&E I was warned it would be a long wait. 

It was 6-9 hours punctuated by a 30ish but slight of frame, Indian nurse who came and held my arm.

It was both intimate, in a mammalian sense, perfectly soothing. How much cheaper health care will be when the value of a healing touch returns?

4 or 5 hours into the big wait, I knew I was being toyed with, so I sat up and pulled out the plastic Cannula in my arm. Bad move, blood started spurting everywhere, and so my escape was stymied by mopping the floor first with tissue.

I made it out. Ordered an UBER and sat down for a puff on the pipe.

A couple of security guys came out looking for me.

Are you Charles Frith?

The taxi pulled up, "no that's not my name I replied". 

Another guard turned up so that made it three security guards for an escapee patient. Heavy handed I thought.

I submitted in the end. 

It was out of embarrassment. I was fighting off all three guards in another man's taxi-carriage and means-of-living. So, I got out, and they nearly frogmarched me back to those boosters y'all used to love, but have since gone off... but which they were gagging to squeeze into me (how I handled that is classified).

After A&E I got the royal treatment again. King Charles, while not impressed, mentioned it was notable.

The guards checked me into a first-class Kubrick COVid Ward in white, then red and black. The receptionist had one of those 2001 head-encasing oxygen suits from Space Odyssey, and yeah, I get a bit triggered by Kubrick, but only in an enthusiastic manner as I've laid out many times before, under the Kubrick tag my friend.

I met a 32-year-old on blood thinners.

His life of drumming for a band [and Football career] all over due to the vaccine. He was great, he made an effort to talk to everyone on the VIP ward the systematic service had just misattributed myself into. I tried to be as candid with him as possible, therefore we talked about much more than myocarditis now scrubbed from the NHS website (and Pericarditis too).

On my life the night-ward Dr spent hours trying to get me more permanent relief than painkillers. I never asked for that, but it was a Promethean attempt at leaping bureaucratic hurdles, I heard every call. She protected me, a Muslim woman protecting an unknown Occidental fella, for hour after hour. Tell me there isn't bravery in the world. Even in the heights of Southampton.

It's not easy to reassemble, as warp-speed space and time, and more, play with the senses. As you well know...

I was awoken by a medical Dr/Teacher and his eager student faces. The smell of warm, freshly baked bread is far superior to smelling salts. I was fully engaged, and then heard him diagnosing me as type 3c.

I'd mentioned it to my GPs but none had any expertise, so my cursory research on the subject was dismissed. 

Not through malice, but through ignorance. There's no bitterness. That's a promise. This is now about pragmatism not driving the rear-view mirror

ACT THREE

I was trolleyed through the hospital corridors for what seemed an age in the dead-stillness of the Neon light.

Hushed tones
Sleeping beds
Whispered requests
Procrastination
Security Guards
Redress

My new Homies. I was in the Neurological ward.

None of us awoke at the same time when morning arrived, but the dawn light had risen, and eventually we commenced amiable conversation. 

Two beds with faces and the soles of their feet facing me. One bed curtained off to my immediate right. 

Windows to the left.

Mr Fawley directly opposite was most hospitable and we chatted about our lives while recuperating... from the very stories that had brought us together. We discussed eclipses and the introduction of light and its withdrawal. Eventually we touched on movies and Masterful Matey to the right chipped in that he liked war movies.

I asked him if he knew that Audy Murphy was the most decorated soldier of WWII?

No, he replied. What film was that?


He asked me if I knew the Latin for Mi Casa es su Casa. I said I thought there was a secret-society similar-story of sharing-meals idiom?

We bonded
Later on, he got his cock out for the bed I haven't mentioned.
He put him down in front of me.
It was a brotherly act
I told you we bonded.

The discharge nurse tried spitefully hard to cut my arm off with the replacement Canula before I bailed out. I swallowed the pain and pretended it was nothing. Why give her the satisfaction. Medical professional my arse. More like resident Satanist.

Nevertheless, that afternoon, I was untouchable. I'm not always untouchable, but when I am I can walk across hot coals like the rest of them.

I caught a taxi home carry a fivers worth of codeine, the antibiotics arrived a little late, but they're stored for a rainy day.

(I'll add the Swiss Intel anecdote later/still ongoing)

Saturday 19 November 2022

It's Not Us Directing Your Hippocratic Oath - You Know That Right?


 


Thursday 17 November 2022

Midazzle 'em Matt & Co















I've reduced the images because I'm going to get in trouble anyway... but at least the smarter ones will take a closer look. 

It's a Darwinian perspective. 

If the dead were more intelligent, they'd be alive, wouldn't they?

Knowledge is ignorance. 

Ignorance is strength

I've discussed conspiracy theories about the protagonist over here and over there.

Update. The video has been censored but I can assure any doubters, it's practically a nursery rhyme.

Thursday 16 April 2020

What Do People Think of Dr Shiva?




Answers, scenarios, theories, hypothesis, silence, casting-couch rituals, and opinions in the comments, please. 

Thank you.