I’ve not been particularly active here lately, nor anywhere else really for that matter because I’ve been shaken to my core by an event which happened quite recently.
Let me explain.
Caroline and Tom (these are the names I’ll be describing them by) were married in 2005. It was second time around for both of them. They met in their fifties and adored one another throughout their married life together. Being officially ‘retired’ (which in reality meant being ridiculously busy) they spent most of their time together. By and large they were inseparable.
Their life together was happy, loving and rewarding.
Come 2020, they, like most of the rest of the country, were stunned to learn of the mysterious new disease which, according to every major media source, originated in China. They saw the footage of people dropping dead in the streets in China while the living were welded into their apartments in a bid to halt the contagion.
The news was relentless. Day after day there were warnings of the threat to life, especially among the elderly and vulnerable and C and T heard all the messages asking them to limit their exposure to the outdoors because of the fear of death. They heard the talk of self isolation, Boris Johnson telling the country that: “Some people compare it to seasonal flu, alas that is not right. Owing to the lack of immunity, this disease is more dangerous. It is going to spread further and I must level with you, I must level with the British public, many more families are going to lose loved ones before their time.”
They saw news reports of people flooding into the country from abroad through every single
airport and coastal port. Really? If this disease was so deadly, and people were being told not to travel, why weren’t the entry points closed? What the hell was really going on? So it dawned on them fairly early that there was something seiously amiss with it all. They heard reports of the NHS being overwhelmed and saw the TikTok videos of nurses and medics doing bizarre dance routines in emty hospitals. They declined to bang pots and clap for the health service and it’s ‘heroes’ on Wednesday nights and were, consequently, regarded as ‘unsociable’ by some of the neighbours; one of whom actually knocked on their door and asked why they weren’t joining in.
Life changed very little for them. Being an active couple they disregarded the fearmongering messages and went out whenever they felt like it anyway to walk the dog, visit elderly and frightened relatives and do supermarket shopping.
They watched Boris Johnson stretchered away having ‘caught covid’ and disbelieved all of it and when the same Johnson introduced the first lockdown they ignored it.
Then came the medical intervention. Caroline and Tom saw it for what it really was…a bogus intervention intended to control the population. They read about the rushed delivery, the immunity given to the manufacturers and heard that it was initially aimed at the over 70s or those who were vulnerable. They saw the mission creep from the over 70s all the way down to children, even babies.
Then they saw and heard the veiled threats that failure to accept the intervention would inevitably lead to loss of everyday ‘privileges’ such as keeping a job, going on holiday, visiting friends and mixing with family members. They even heard that those who refused would of course, kill someone else’s granny.
They saw Matt Handcock crying laughing on national TV when describing his efforts to ‘save lives’. They saw the ludicrous spectacles of orchestra members playing instruments while encased inside plastic bubbles and daytime television deviants and airheads hugging one another through sheets of plastic suspended from the studio ceilings while desperately trying to ignore the gaping six-foot gaps separating the sheets. They noted the laughable spectacles of people wearing makeshift protective gadgets and/or wearing masks while standing up and taking them off to sit down.
They also heard the veiled threat that they would not be alowed to see some of their grandchildren if they were un-medicated.
The pressure was relentless. They noticed the long queues and innoculation centres and the compliance among a huge part of the population, driven largely by fear. yet still they refused to take the shot. But then the pressure became too great. Some family members began suggesting that if they wanted to see their grandchildren, they would have to take the vax and, worse, that they wouldn’t see them again if they remained shot-free. In the end Caroline realised that she did not want to spend the rest of her days without ever seeing her family so she gave in and agreed to it. Tom did the same. They both had two shots. Caroline said she felt very well after her’s but Tom’s left him with rheumatoid arthritis. It came on roughly 18 months after the second dose. He was prescribed Hydroxychloroquine.
Caroline took the third shot, the ‘booster’. This is what has happened to her:
Some weeks ago, she decided to go to bed early as she was feeling tired. Tom said he would follow up later and he climbed into bed next to her at about 10.30. The two of them sat there reading and talking, planning what they would do the following day and looking forward to a short break they had booked for Caroline’s forthcoming birthday. She put her book down and placed her head on Tom’s shoulder, as she always did and, at approximately midnight, they both settled down to sleep. Then Caroline made an unusual coughing sound and lay completely still. Tom asked if she was ok but got no answer. So he leant over and saw the side of her face had drooped. Assuming she’d had a stroke, he picked up the phone and rang 999 and, while talking to the operator, Caroline stopped breathing and her lips turned blue. Tom started CPR.
A pair of paramedics appeared from nowhere within minutes it seemed, closely followed by two more. The four of them worked on Caroline, on the floor of their bedroom for almost half an hour and they finally managed to re-started her heart. She was rushed to the intensive care unit at the nearby major trauma hospital at about 12.45 am.
She was put into an induced coma and transferred to another trauma hospital nearer to home. It turned out that she’d suffered a full cardiac arrest and, due to the prolonged lack of oxygen, had suffered catastrophic brain damage and would spend the rest of her life completely paralised and unable to function in any sense at all. Being active and fit, she would never ever have wanted to live in a vegetative state, which is what she would have been condemned to. So Tom, his step daughter and stepson eventually took the decision to turn off life support.
Caroline died for the second time, seven days after her first death, at 2.00am, just a few days after her birthday. Tom was holding her hand as she took her last breath.
She had been fit and healthy, took plenty of daily exercise walking the dog or going to the local food market for daily shopping. She was a brilliant cook who understood nutrition and what real, proper food is. She wasn’t overweight, she had no diabetes and her blood pressure was normal.
The Medical Examiner eventually told Tom that the cause of death was ‘old age’ (they are both in their early 70s) along with loss of blood to the heart. Tom queried it but the medic refused to elaborate on his verdict.
It was the ‘booster’ which killed her. She’d been persuaded to take it by her GP who, we all know now, were paid ‘per shot’ by the Johnson government. Tom refused all offers of ‘the booster’ but realises that, being double vaxxed, he’s got a 50/50 chance of surviving the next few years.
Underneath the total desolation that Tom feels right now, is a seething and deep-rooted hatred for the psychopaths who run the country and for what they did to her, his wife, to them as a couple, to their families, their neighbourhood and their nation. The psychological warfare they inflicted and the poison they pushed is now well documented.
Quite a few of those individuals are listed here… List of participants of SAGE and related sub-groups. More than a few of them have direct financial links to the pharma companies involved.
There are many others of course. They include: Boris Johnson, Matthew Hancock, Rishi Sunak, Michael Gove, Priti Patel, Nadahim Zahawi, Sajid Javid, David Cameron, Nicola Sturgeon, Mark Drakeford, Tony Blair, Jeremy Hunt (and the rest of the corrupt Westminster parasites), Charles Windsor, Albert Bourla, every other CEO and employee of every big pharma organisation involved in manufacturing the poison, every moronic and airheaded tv presenter, every news editor, every ‘journalist’ who pushed the evil concoction among whom we can mention Piers Morgan, Andrew Neil and Julia Hartley-Brewer, every local GP and daytime tv ‘doctor’ including Hilary Jones and Ranj Singh; a large number of NHS employees at every level, all of the TikTok dancing nurses, police officers and fire fighters. There are many others.
All of the people mentioned above, without exception, should hang from lampposts for what they have done…and if that means every lamp post on every single road in the country, so be it.
In case you’re wondering, ’Caroline’ was my wife. I’m ‘Tom’,
© PG Tips 2024
