Beta cucks, or those that just have "Daddy Issues"...
Ooh... It hurts so good.
UPDATE 7-29-21: Link to the webinar changed to archive space from live view.
America's Frontline Doctors free webinar from yesterday. Pretty long, but an alternative to the lies, spin, narrative, and corruption of the plandemic and ensuing tyranny.
Did you know that the deviant fucking commie liars have gone as far as to redefine the words "vaccine" and "immunity" if you look them up online to make what they're doing to seem OK? For the real definitions open a printed copy of Merriam-Webster and look them up. That is, until the tyrants start burning them all.
FUCK YOU, CHINA JOE XIDEN for I will disseminate any information I want on my blog.
Referring to which lie is the lying fuckers in the gubmint sticking with?
1). The "not a vaccine" is truly not a vaccine but an experimental medical procedure that DOES NOTHING to curb the spread of Chink Bug.
2). Gotta wear your #MaskOfOppression because that is the only way to stop the spread, jabbed or not.
I ignored the mask mandates last time and will do it again. My only exception was on an ambulance transport and in the hospital. As soon as the patient interaction is over and I stepped out of the ER, my mask was ripped off and tossed in the trash. I totally abuse (and will certainly continue to) the jab/mask honor system, and I believe I will have more fellow non-maskers this time around.
Kind of like this.
Courtesy of the wildfires on the west coast, our entire dispatch area is smoky with only a hint of fire smell. We have fielded several calls from residents today wondering if there was something burning locally (like someone's house) or if there were any valid brush burning permits out. Dispatch has been inundated. Our current wildfire danger is low after all the rain we've had recently so that chances of that are zero. We had an ambulance call in the northwest quadrant of town which is a few hundred feet higher in elevation, and you can actually smell the fires that are burning 3,000 miles away up there. To me, it is reminiscent of when I was in Montana in the summer of 2016 and half of Yellowstone was burning. The smell was so strong it was like a punch in the nose when you stepped outside, and it made your eyes burn and water.
It occurred to me this morning that yesterday's poker run was another event to benefit the victims of a motorcycle accident, though this one wasn't fatal. This one I wrote about in May was. More recently, off-duty South Windsor police officer Ben Lovett, 25 was killed riding his motorcycle by a drunken piece of shit in Tolland. Kid had his whole life ahead of him, and ironically was about to receive an award from M.A.D.D. for his efforts combatting drunk driving with SWPD. Then there was this one in May not too far from where I live. John Wade of Dayville, CT was killed and his passenger critically injured when a car quickly turned left in front of them to get into Cumberland Farms. Then there was the huge blow to the biker community when 7 riders of a USMC motorcycle club were killed at once in New Hampshire in 2019. The druggie driver of the truck didn't think he was impaired at the time. I am sure he is in some type of protective custody, because there is sure to be a bounty on his head.
For Christ's sake people.... pay some fucking attention while you're driving! Motorcycles have been on the road as long as cars... well over a 120 years. The excuse of "I didn't see him" is all on you. "The Beast" is equipped with brilliant LED lighting all around. My headlights are properly aimed but I drive with my high beams on during the day, so it is like looking at the sun. Even so, I had a six wheel box truck start to pull out in front of me, but he stopped in time and I was ready for him. Off the throttle and ready on the brakes. IMHO, being shit-faced behind the wheel and taking one of us out should result in summary execution at the accident scene. Hit me regardless of reason and they'd better kill or incapacitate me, or I will crawl to where they are and choke the life out of them with my bare hands. I'll be sure to pull my helmet off first so they can see my face and the murderous rage in my eyes.