I AM MY OWN LITTLE JESTER

There were clinical studies being done. mRNA vaccines like the Moderna and Pfiezer ones have been in testing for several years at this point. There were studies done on the covid vaccines as well. Its true that they were expedited; however, this does not mean that it skipped the testing part of the trial phase.

There are no confirmed numbers for deaths caused by the Coronavirus vaccine. The highest claim, the publically viewable statistics on the VAERS, alleges that 10,483 people died following a Coronavirus vaccine. For the record, that is 0.0022% of everyone who received a vaccine. Of course, this does not mean that all these deaths were directly caused by the vaccine. If someone had happened to die from unrelated reasons but had recently been vaccinated, their death was reported to the VAERS.

Over 1 million people have died of covid in the United States alone.

I can't honestly say anything more compelling than that. Over a million people, in just the United States. The damage this has done is irreparable. I've lost friends and family to this. I'm sure you or someone you love has too.

(basically they're being forced to revise their algorithms and processes, which TBF they didn't seem unwilling to do)

Meanwhile, I didn’t even know she ran a whole anti-sjw blog to begin with. So all these fans of hers just out here exposing this info to the general public(kinda funny)

And from the looks of it, she hasn’t so much changed her approach

今日の白黒兄弟。

カメラに気づいてグルーミング中断。

なあに？たいふう？来るです？マジで？

ごろごろ…(べんぎじょう)

I’m okay. And, of course, I’m not, but I go through the motions. I wake up to the alarm’s howl, even when the word in my body is no. I dress in livid colors. I blacken the hairs of each eyebrow. I bake & braise & pickle. I write & read & lose hours to the blur of the television. I sit for hours in the bath, my skin puckering. I don’t know if I’ll ever go home again. I don’t know who I’ve seen for the last time. The Arabic comes back to me in streaks of paint, verb forms & vocabularies I may never again have occasion to use. My days smudge into one another & it’s not that I am afraid. It’s as if I am watching it all happen below, & I am somewhere above the room, wondering if the rice is burning. I am somewhere above the room, watching my new aches, watching the news as if I am reading it in a novel. I look up the names of people I knew in childhood, learn their new & angular faces, their faraway lives. My grandfather pixelates into a smile & I work my creaking muscles to replicate it. I do not ask if we will ever meet again, I do not ask him to read to me, or for anything that will make me long. I dull it with sugar & oil, with cooking shows, with sleep. I sleep twelve hours each night & in my dreams I am fleeing a war, in my dreams I am touching the faces of my friends, we are each one of us touching, & even in the dream we are afraid.