Lines on weaponising syndromes in order to get our retaliation in first against Disease X

When I grow up, I think I’d quite like to be a syndrome. Sort of, doing stuff that doesn’t seem to have a point….everyone knows it exists, but nobody has the foggiest idea what it actually is. The ultimate medical puzzle – a diagnosis without a prognosis….a secret agent so secret it has an MA degree in putting an ‘n’ consonant before an ‘m’ consonant from the University of Sillyrules.

I don’t really fancy being an irritable bowel syndrome. I’m even less enamoured of the idea of being a sudden death syndrome. But there a lots of other ways to be an enigma deserving of the title ‘syndrome’.

Why bother with being a boring old word or number backwards and forwards palindrome when you could be a syndrome? Why sit about waiting for hours for a delayed flight in an aerodrome when you could be the proud owner of Prader-Willi Syndrome?

In fact, why get involved in specifics at all when you can simply call yourself a syndrome, and immediately join the 007 ranks previously reserved for Jamesh Borund and his colleagues at MIShix [Mish Moneypenny]?

As 2024 unfolds [or unravels depending on your pov] we have Unexplained Early Death Syndrome, Zero antibody efficacy after 12 months syndrome, Acute Evaluation Syndrome [nursing home patients”to be evaluated”] and even Acute Exacerbation of Chronic Nonsense syndrome.

But one thing’s for sure: it’s only a matter of time before somebody presents with Absolutely No Syndrome Syndrome.

Absolutely No Syndrome Syndrome might be the Disease X that’s currently being manufactured, sorry, about to materialise without warning as the next Covid. It is not to be confused with X Formerly Twitter that caught the Musk virus shedding 80 per cent of its stock value in twelve months flat. Disease X does doesn’t have a syndrome…it doesn’t even have a name as yet, although various governments and Big Pharma are already busy making preparations to fight it. The tricky bit is working out how to fight something when you haven’t a clue what it is: is it a plane, is it a pterodactyl, is it a dishwasher, is it a particularly influential influenza – no, It’s Disease X.

This time, the boys and girls at Oxford Astrazenica really mean business: they plan to develop the vaccine first and then wait to catch the little blighter Disease X napping, thus making it an ex-diseaseX doomed on arrival. This is a world-first for Blighty – leading the science rather than following it – and a giant leap forward for Protection against pandemics which was what stopped Sars2 Covid from turning into a pandemic. Well, that and the fact that the WHO kept on calling it one, although it never reached pandemic proportions or anywhere near it: the WHO itself admits the maximum death toll was 3 in 10,000 [hardly the scourge of mankind] but then craftily adds ALL excess deaths…..ironically, including those we’d expect PLUS a still rapidly growing total of “turbo” deaths in which these wonder-mRNA ‘vaccines’ are to say the least of it implicated. [I always thought The Who were a crap band anyway….all that pointless guitar smashing nonsense onstage].

But I digress: here we are full-circle back in syndrome-land. However, the authorities know that Turbo-cancer isn’t a syndrome at all, its the effect of being advised by mutton-heads like Piers Morgan and Boris Johnson to play “let’s pretend” with a bioweapon, where the pretence involves some vague hope that it might be effective as a vaccine against SarsCov19-2.

Being a disguised bioweapon [in the contemporary Ukrainian sense] might be even more engaging. If you’re a psychopath who can dash into a telephone box as a bio-weapon, emerging instantly disguised as a vaccine, imagine the envy of all your psycho pals constantly straining to get away with genocide when you alone can kill half the Windsor Dynasty and say, “Please sir, not me sir….a big boy called Wankock and his even smaller bully minder Fauci demanded immunity under the law and then ran away and I had no choice and that’s how we saved the world”.

The privileges of being a vaccine are close to infinite. Merely uttering the word vaccine is akin to declaring oneself to be the Second Coming. Who would dare to badmouth such a saviour? In my country of adoption, people are thrown off roofs for far less.

It’s only when one looks at the DNA of mRNA [if there be such a thing] that surely – unless you’re both woke and asleep at the same time – the damning evidence for Covid19 being the direct result of a joint Washington-Beijing militarily-led operation leaves a chap with lingering doubts about there being any degree of innocence involved at all in what the perpetually self-pitying Anthony Faustus insists on describing as The Search For Gain of Function.

Little Tony’s Gain of Function is the only known BS yet developed that offers even less information than ‘Syndrome’ as a bona fide rationale for whatTF is going down.

Do pray tell us Antonio, what gain did you want from Wuhan, and what function were you out to improve? Was it a private function like sitting on the can [surely a low priority?] or perhaps closer to home, a selective genocidal agent capable of – I just toss these into the circus ring here as random examples – sensing the DNA difference between Russian DNA on the one hand, and the Finnish, Polish, Latvian or Lithuanian peoples et al on the other?

Tony Fauci remains unwilling to answer such impertinent questions, and is indeed able to ignore any MSM investigative journalism. So too Fauci the endlessly well-connected US apparatchik is in turn consummately protected by the Secret EUNATO unelected State that in Turn shields Ursula Gertrud von der Leyen from investigation as President of the equally unelected European Commission for the alarming number of Big Pharma zero accountability contracts that, ahem, have her husband’s signature at the bottom.

It’s at this point we find ourselves in a head-on collision with those two other infamous 21^st century word-as-lie unrealities, Virtual and Digital….that’s to say, two words meaning the same things in different senses in a world without meaning. When I was at grammar school, if a teacher asked had you done your homework, and you answered, “Virtually” it meant “No”. Virtual reality is not real. Any more than a set of digital synapses blinking away on a Smartphone are going to be real money backed by a precious metal at Fort Knox of the European Central Bank. Double meanings in a meaningless world and yet also unreal stuff in a world in a world that believes in more and more unreal ideas every year.

There are only two genders, men can’t have periods, women aren’t born with willies, Siamese twins are not from Siam, it’ll be the year 5615 before carbon passes the two per cent mark in our planet’s atmosphere, and the only true ‘greenhouse gas’ of any significance is methane which is a tinier percentage still, nobody followed any known science in relation to Covid19, one can’t plan for a virus that doesn’t exist, mRNA isn’t safe, homo sapiens can’t live on bugs, nobody ever overthrew a totalitarian regime by complying with it……but on and on the drivellers go, trying to tell us ;

It is indeed a mad, mad, mad, mad, mad, mad World. Even the platform I use – WordPress [or Pressgang as I’ve taken to calling it] – is an enthusiastic proponent of the ultimate 21st Century lie, “Free”. Most online stuff is about as free as Julian Assange: imagine my shock at being ordered to “Get FREE download now!” only to find a request for $395.50US.

So, Free is the new ripoff: [Adopts John Cleese voice]

“Ah…oh right, you wan’t to actually use the Plug-in you downloaded…right, OK, but you see you didn’t say that, did you, hmm?”.

At long last, I’m beginning to get it….when something is virtually free and digitally remastered to become a syndrome, it can be called a gain of function weaponising a vaccine that turb0-charges cancer, as an unfortunate but FREE side effect of curing Contrick 24.

There was a three-fold purpose behind today’s post: to give people a smile on a somewhat dull Thursday; to provide a bit of R&R for me; and to demonstrate as mordantly as possible that those who believe this virtual syndrome science-following, X-chasing vaccine nonense are sad victims being ruthlessly exploited by those of highly dubious and utterly corrupt, neo-fascist instincts and they’re not going to disappear up themselves anytime soon. Argue with gmail, and they dump all your mailshots into the junk folder you’ve paid them specifically not to do. Try to unpin Microsoft’s search engine from the task bar, and it reappears again within minutes. Write something accurate on Facebook, and it bans you for life. Say something edgy on X, and it demands you take a test to prove you’re human.

These charlatans flatly refuse to take no for an answer, and they aren’t answerable to anyone.

The media, the civil police, the Cabinet, Congress, Whitehall, Washington, Pharma, the Judiciaries, Brussels, EUNATO, and the medics won’t help you: they’re all bought, lock, stock and barrel by the Multinationals, the Banks, the Indirect investment giants….in short, the genocidal axis of “We want more and more and more and more” Godless materialists, aka the 0.03% who want we the Useless Eaters to be culled.

This is South Side Chicago in 1929, minus only Eliot Ness. But there are 99.79% of Homo sapiens who are not insane megalomaniacs. Just lazy, compliant, stupid enough to be believe the State works for us, and too frightened to do two things to stop them in their tracks: say NO, and starve the beast to make the NO stick.