How They Drive Us Crazy

or try to ...

This will be a brief one, because as I watch our world unfold into some new entity, living as we do in spectacularly transformational times, I happened across an interview involving the now even more notorious Biggy Bobby aka RFK Jr. about the measles.

I had the measles when I was six, as did every single one of my first-grade classmates. It made me feel kinda ugly until the spots went away.

I also had the mumps later that year, as did all my classmates, and the swollen glands and puffy face made me feel miserable for a while until I recovered.

Then came chickenpox to complete the trifecta, which I and everybody also also got, and survived: it itched like hell and my mother was forever (well, to be honest, for about a week at most) telling me not to scratch my face.

Sometime in sixty-plus years since I was afflicted in childhood, having measles has become tantamount to a national emergency, and a death ‘attributed’ to or even temporally linked with measles has become a epic tragedy.

And why? It’s because the authorities are SO VERY CONCERNED about our welfare and well-being and our precious lives, that’s why! Every death counts! Every life matters!

Except when it comes to other things, many other things, like unnecessary war. Like the blind eye and ear turned to jab-related deaths and miseries.

Just this past week I received a surprising email from a dear friend in New Mexico, a fine artistic soul, who described having experienced a serious heart attack. I had never breathed a word to him about my position on covid in the past because our correspondence never trended that way, and I have no idea whether he knew where I have been standing these past five years. Nonetheless, on his own, independently, he opined that from what he had been gleaning the three covid jabs he received may well have played a part in his cardiac event. I am happy to say that he seems to be on the mend, and I took the opportunity to weigh in on my position and even to advocate a strategy of dealing with the infernal spike protein, trillions of which he received gratis thanks to having had his body turned into a spike protein factory from the injections.

But here’s my major point. I am asked incessantly why the great mask-wearing multiply-jabbed can’t see what we’ve seen for a long while now, and it is this: the scale of the attack on us little people has been so vast and so sickly pernicious that it beggars belief.

How could the Government that laments every single-digit measles pandemic as a tragic catastrophe really have intended to harm and to kill us in great vast numbers?

Even today, every day when I awake, I myself have trouble digesting this level of malice. Yet it incontrovertible.

The other sly little reason why it’s so hard to make a case for such perversion lies in the very nature of medical causality and the brilliance of the covid psyops perpetrated upon us.

If I learned nothing else during my medical training, it was that direct causal connections in medicine are very hard to establish definitively. There are so many additional factor and co-factors and complexities to be teased out, and these can only be teased out by large studies and epidemiological input generally.

So my artistic friend may have had conditions predisposing him to a heart attack — despite the fact that he is thin and healthy. And he most probably had covid itself, that ever-reliable fall-back, which itself, I will admit, has effects beyond the respiratory affliction thanks to the human-designed spike protein.

It’s enough to drive any sane person mad, however, trying to rectify the benevolent authorities who show their unstoppable and intense concern with our lives and liberties by lamenting measles deaths, with those authorities who locked us up and forced us to take an untested agent whether we liked it or not, and who refuse to investigate the consequences.

But that’s precisely the point, that’s just how they purposefully drive us and keep us nuts, by parading insane contradictions before our very own eyes and convincing us, through a well-established network of media shills, that it all makes sense.

It doesn’t and it never will, and retaining our own sanity amidst this deft psychological onslaught is one of our principal tasks: seeing through the clouds of suffocating concern to the true sources of evil.

Emanuel E. Garcia, M.D.

April 2025

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