I’ll be honest with you. I’m a broken traumatized man. The reason for that is pretty simple, I drank too much from the cup of knowledge. Once you realize what took place in early 2020, once it really dawns on you what these people did, the metaphysical ugliness of what they have done, then you get into a really dark place.
Anthony Fauci is a man worse than Hitler. Hitler was a hurt meth-addicted tragic figure, who ruled a nation of people who had suffered a lot. But Anthony Fauci knew in early 2020 the mistake he had made, gathered a bunch of people he could bribe with grant money and proceeded to cover up what had happened. And then he posed as our savior, he appeared in the newspapers as if he were the next Messiah. And he’s getting away with it.
It’s much easier to live with the idea that we angered Mother Nature, that some sort of abomination escaped from a bat cave. Or even the idea that we panicked over some kind of nothingburger due to mass media. But once you’ve consumed all the information that is available, once you’ve critically reflected on it all, once you take off your rose-tinted glasses, then you find yourself discovering that for a split second we became undeserving of God’s protection and so the evil of the people who rule over us poured out over us like sludge from a bursting tailing dam.
I’m not saying they’re trying to kill us all as they don’t care enough about you to do that, it’s far uglier and more mundane than that. They’re in a zero sum competition for status with each other and as a result they created some sort of genetic abomination that then escaped, which subsequently everyone involved covered up to save themselves the embarrasment of acknowledging what they had done.
That’s why your economies lie in shambles, that’s why your family members have died, that’s why people have lung damage and brain damage. The Holocaust was a product of hate, but hate is a mutation of love and so a man can make peace with it. But what happened here is something far uglier, a truly unimaginable banality. I don’t need to be pitied, I’ll have to figure out how to live with this knowledge myself. But dear Lord, does it hurt.