Cancer and the Jab-berwocky

A conversation between Dr. John Campbell and Dr. Angus Dalgliesh, highly recommended, the latter one of the top and most experienced oncologists in Britain, who explains the connection – in causal terms, beyond the correlative – between the mRNA ‘vaxx’ and the explosion of cancer rates – and often explosive cancers, especially in the young. If you did need any more evidence, here it be. And read through some of the comments, which are heartbreaking, and maddening. What hell hath befallen us?

What troubles me most in all of this is not that some people will do anything for money, regardless of who gets killed or maimed – after all, as Saint Paul says, radix enim omnium malorum est cupiditas – the love of money is the root of all evil.

Nor is that some people truly want to cull the human population, by killing off a good portion, and sterilizing a chunk of the rest, of both sexes, but females, the rate-limiting step, in particular. Such is to be expected as the devil and his minions have their hour of darkness.

Rather, what most concerns me are all those otherwise sane and good people who went along with all this, and, more so, those that still do, rationalizing their behaviour, going along to get along, what else are you going to do, and all the rest of it. Now they have the sword of Damocles hanging over their heads. I had a long conversation with a young physician friend – a faithful Catholic – at the beginning of all this, who tried to convince me these mRNA shots were harmless, stayed in the arm, just dissolved in the blood – she believed the narrative she had been taught. I had a vivid and strong intuition they were not all that safe, and tried to convince her so. I now wonder what she, and so many others, now think. After all, people trusted the ‘experts’, who knew what they’re talking about – right?

Well, as far as I can tell, Dr. Dalgleish and a few others do. The rest? The proof is the poison puddin’. Like the hero in Lewis Carrol’s poem, we’ve got to snicker snack this nasty jabby beast, which has shuffled enough through the tulgey wood, before its claws and jaws do any more harm.