The Survivor's Duty

I am a survivor of chemical and biological warfare.

In 2005, I was mandated to inject known neurotoxins to attend nursing school.

I was working in the fire service at the time and had enjoyed, apart from an allergy to bee stings and a sensitivity to nickel that made it difficult to wear cheap jewelry or a wristwatch, remarkably good health.

I had birthed four enormous babies (all over nine pounds), could run circles around most people, and slept no more than four hours a night.

I stupidly let myself be injected with whatever “vaccines” were then required to attend clinicals and, subsequently, saw my health deteriorate rapidly.

Arthritis, asthma, fatigue, thyroid problems all made it more difficult to do my jobs.  I got fatter and sicker eating “low-fat” and “plant based” and whatever other shite the physicians and nutritionists recommended.

I exercised like crazy and worked seven days a week taking care of everyone else and was baffled that I still looked and felt like garbage.

I continued to inject poison as recommended (and sometimes mandated) until I pulled my head out of my bottom in 2020.

The lockdowns and mandates made me realize that something was really rotten in the medical system I had sacrificed myself and my children to for over 20 years.

I started asking questions.  I read information that had been censored. I listened to the doctors and nurses who were being blacklisted for speaking out against the absurd guidance being foisted upon everyone to address a bad flu season.

I, myself, was deathly ill a few weeks after getting my flu shot in 2019. At the time, it was diagnosed as “asthma exacerbation” and “laryngitis”.

Pursed lip breathing for 48 hours straight will make you lose your voice.

All that winter, I had assessed and referred patients for treatment for whatever "bad cold" or “pneumonia” was going around from Thanksgiving to Spring Break. Rest, fluids, some steroids, maybe antibiotics and they were back to school and work in a week or two (days in my case).

Then, when the worst of the 2020 "flu season" was over, the ruling class decided to lock down the world and experiment on all of humanity.

I watched in disbelief and, even though I went along with the initial shutdown to “flatten the curve”, I saw very early on that the “pandemic” was anything but.

No, I will never “get over it”, I will never “let it go”, and I will never forgive myself for being so ignorant my entire life and believing that there are good people in government, that most doctors and nurses are NOT in it for the money, or that teachers and college professors really care about kids.

War crimes should never be forgiven, especially if the perpetrators and their collaborators (willing or otherwise) won’t be held accountable in this life.

Even though it would be a heck of a lot easier to roll over and comply rather than stand up, I will never be complicit again.

I don’t care that it has ruined my professional and personal life.  I will never stop fighting the bastards who destroyed millions of lives for money.  I will flip tables until the day I die.

I will speak for those who cannot.

It is the survivor’s duty.