Treadwater

This one's a bit big and bouncy, like Scarlett Johansen's norks (or the musical equivalent of them anyway!)
Enjoy!

https://youtu.be/5bMXgxVRczQ

A big New Zealand study reveals high rates of kidney injury after the Pfizer jab

By Alex Berenson

Drawing on a national database of over four million people, researchers in New Zealand have found a strong association between Pfizer’s mRNA Covid shot and kidney injuries.

In the three weeks after a mRNA jab, the risk of acute kidney injury rose 60 percent, the researchers found. They reported almost 1,800 extra cases - the equivalent of over 100,000 extra cases of kidney injury in the United States.

The finding was posted as a “preprint” in The Lancet’s database on Friday, Jan. 20. It is the third signal from a large government-managed database linking the Pfizer’s mRNA shots to serious side effects in only the last six weeks.

The authors did not define “acute kidney injury,” a term that can cover anything from relatively benign changes on laboratory tests to a serious loss of renal function.

Still, the finding is yet another signal of the potential cardiovascular risks of the mRNAs. The kidneys essentially function as filters for the blood, and renal injuries often result from reduced blood flow to the kidneys.

The researchers also found elevated rates of heart inflammation, blood clots, and platelet damage in the weeks after one or both of the shots. In all, they found a statistical link between the Pfizer shot for four of the 12 conditions they examined.

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https://alexberenson.substack.com/p/urgent-a-big-new-zealand-study-reveals?utm_source=post-email-noscript&publication_id=363080&post_id=99115494&isFreemail=false&utm_medium=email

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My 2nd meeting with Bill Gates (I know it surprised me too!)

For a change, I thought we'd take a trip into the surreal and recount my next meeting with Mr. Gates, after the incident that unfortunately (that, apparently it wasn't successful in doing it's job!) culminated in me shooting him?
For some reason, during the time I've not seen him he has convinced himself that I'm his therapist, for reasons I'm not sure of and that Bill hasn't told me?
Still it pays a few million a session apparently, so that's a bonus I suppose?
He supposedly goes through therapists, like Katie Price goes through husbands... So I'm not sure how long this weird arrangement will last?

Anyway, without further ado, here is, the trannoscript of:

My 2nd conversation with Bill Gates

A video version, will come at some point? (Does anyone know how to make deep fakes? Lol)

Me: Hello Mr. Gates, remember me?
Bill Gates: Of course I do Sam, how could I forget you?
Sam: Yes Mr. Gates, how could you forget me indeed?
Bill: Well of course I wouldn't, after all, you shot me. Granted, it wasn't in anywhere on my body that was all that vitally important, but it certainly taught me a valuable lesson.
Me: Well yes, I'd never have guessed that shooting you in the head wouldn't do you too much damage... Though it does make sense?...
Perhaps if I'd aimed for your arse, then things might've been very different?
Bill: Indeed Sam.
Me: Indeed...

[smiles reassuringly at Mr. Gates, accompanied by a steely stare]

Me: Now, Mr. Gates...
Bill: Call me Bill, please?
Me: Very well... Bill...
Bill: After all we're like blood brothers now aren't we?
Me: Er?...
How so?

[Let's out a slightly embarrassed chuckle]

You'll have to forgive me, I'm failing to make that connection?
Bill: Well you shot me in the head, my blood sprayed everywhere. Particularly as I stood up and shook your hand, before leaving our last session. You likely don't remember, as you were beating my secretary Sharon around the head with a foam, finger and ranting.
It went everywhere, so you must've got some on you surely?
Me: Nope! Not a drop... I was perfectly clean when I came to!
Did you say your secretary was named Sharon?
Bill: Yep.
Me: Despite the fact that... Sharon, has a full beard and speaks with a Norwegian accent? A very deep, very male Norwegian accent?
Bill: Yes but doesn't she wear those summer dresses well?
She has the legs for it, wouldn't you agree?
Me: God no! They're doubly hairier than Sean Conery's chest... Because they're mens legs! Manly hairy legs!
Bill: Correction Sam, they're completely feminine, manly hairy legs!

[Sam's palm hits his own face several times]

Bill: Anyway, Sharon's legs are of no concern... We have more pressing matters... Are you sure that there was no blood on you?
Not one single drop?
Me: Nope, not a one. Of that I'm quite certain.
Bill: Bu... But?... How? I was bleeding everywhere...
It was literally spraying like a fountain out the hole in my forehead... It must've hit you a little bit surely?
Sam: But Bill, you forget one thing, you don't actually have any blood, as you're not a human being are you?
If anything, it was engine oil and fairy washing up liquid... Autumn breeze scent, I believe?
Horrible smell!
Your blood isn't really blood, just like you aren't a philanthropist either? Though that engine oil has seriously lubricated my cars engine and doubled my bhp somehow?
You don't happen to fart nitrous oxide do you as well?
Bill: Er... Sorry, what?
Me: Nevermind, it was a daft idea, you'd never have something that explosive so close to your brain and besides, you fart out of your mouth!

[Bill ponders on what I've just said for moment]

Bill: Oh yeah, I keep forgetting about that, I've been around you talking monkeys for so long, it's hard to not forget I'm not like you guys... You know, humans...
You're so fun, it... it's Infectious...
It just makes me want to be a real boy?
Me: Well yes... I can see how that would be difficult?

[Slight pause for, what looks like time for Bill to reflect, or he might need to fart, it's hard to tell? Suddenly, there's a slight wisp of smoke, that floats up from his ears]

Bill: Hang on! I just realised what you said there? I am so a philanthropist...
Me: So we're ending the pleasantries and chance to catch up and beginning our session are we?
Bill: Yes!
Me: Very well... Bill, you are not a phanthro...
Oh, before I forget, Because of the outcome of our previous session, I will be charging from my entering the room, if that's OK with you?
Bill: I am a philanthropi... Er? Certainly... Usual rate?
Me: yes that is quite satisfactory
... Right... Where were we?
Bill: I was telling you I that I am a philanthropist and you were telling me I wasn't...
Me: Really? That is the total extent of our progress?
Bill: Well yes? I thought we were doing rather well and making excellent headway?
Me: How exactly, by all measures we appear to be right back where we started, with you believing you're a philanthropist...
Bill: That's because I am...
Me: No Bill, you're not.
Bill: Yes Sam, I am.
Me: No Bill, you're not.
Bill: Yes Sam, I am.
Me: No Bill, you're not.
Bill: Yes Sam, I am.
Me: No Bi... What the hell am I doing?
Bill: Well I believe what you're doing Sam, is having an argument, with me!
Sam: Bill... Number 1: Don't act smug, remember the rules we agreed upon? If you act smug, I punch your wife, Kevin Kline... I mean Melinda... Sorry!
And numb...
Bill: Er? Sam...
Me: ... er 2: we aren't having an argum...
Bill: Sam! I'm no longer mar...
Me: ... ent, this is just contradiction!
Bill: ... ied, we're getting a divorce!
Me: I'm sorry... What?
Bill: You can't punch my wife, because Kev and I... Oops! I mean... Smelly Melly, looks like a Welly and I are getting a divorce!
Me: Oh... Bugger! So who can I punch now then, as a deterrent whenever you act smug?
Bill: Well I'm quite fond of Jeff over there?
Jeff: Er? Mr. Gates?
Bill: Yes Jeff...
Jeff: My names not Jeff, it's actually Malcolm...
Bill: Really Jeff... Er? I mean... Mal...
Jeff Malcolm: It's Mal... Malcolm, yes!
Bill: ... colm, Malcolm. Yes... Malcolm!

[tries faking an apologetic smile at Jeff, I mean, Malcolm]

Me: You're so fond of him aren't you, one of your own men? His life means that much to you, that you can't remember his name?
Bill: Well if I employed him, he'd get a good benefits package, nice pension plan, his wages may be a bit lower than most, but it'd be made up through our contractual humiliation clause... So he'd certainly be valued, to a degree...
Me: What do you mean, if you employed him... He doesn't work for you?
Bill: What? No... He's not one of yours?
Me: No!... Hang on! You were telling me you were fond of him, despite thinking he was one of my detail?
Bill: Well yes... I wouldn't want you hitting one of my men, I'd hate for them to get seriously hurt?
Me: Well Bill... I have to say, that is a significant breakthrough, as you feeling that an employee of yours has value, is a tremendous step forward...
Bill: Of course I don't want one of my men to get hurt, my insurance premiums on them and the sick pay I'd have to pay would cost me a fortune, for an essentially useless employee!!
I'd rather they didn't get any broken bones, from your...

[looks at the security detail, on his side of the room, who're looking a little hurt by the conversation so far...]

testing of their efficacy?

[one of the men has clearly had enough, lunges at Sam, fist raised and then launches towards him and... What follows isn't abundantly clear, but it somehow results in the bodyguard, ending up a crumpled mess on the floor, with one arm twisted into a knot, that has tied it around his leg, in a split second... The knot is a clove hitch I believe?]

Bill: Exactly like that... That's 6 months, with a man down and costing me around a mil, mil and a half... For fu...

Me: Je... I mean, Malcolm, if you don't work for me, or Mr. Gates, who do you work for?
Malcolm: I actually came in randomly, to ask for a job. But your receptionist, Mr. Gates that gay blonde guy...
Bill: You mean the blonde woman, who is my receptionist?
Malcolm: You sure?... I could've sworn it was a man... I mean, she was a man... I think?
Bill: No my receptionist is most definitely a woman?
Malcolm: Well I never... I would've thought that the prominent Adams apple, 5 o'clock shadow, suspiciously penis shaped bulge in their crotch and the fact they have to stand up at a urinal to piss, was a sure sign they were a man?
Bill: Nope! Davina is definitely a woman, because they said they were?

[Malcolm looks utterly perplexed, trying to work out what Bill just said? As Sam is doubling over in hysterics]

Malcolm: But there's that ultra deep voice, their thick hairy chest, legs and arms and the fact that they said they were a man though, when I talked to him... I mean... Her?
I'm sorry sir, but are you sure Davina is a woman and she isn't just a man called Dave?
Me: Sound logic there Malcolm, though Bill had believed he was married to a woman called Melinda and not in reality, married to Kevin Kline in a wig, for 30 years?
Malcolm: That's who she, I mean he reminds of?
You know I did wonder where he'd gone after 'A fish called Wanda'?
Me: I know... Now you know where he went too. He's been playing Bill Gates wife.
Malcolm: Makes sense.

[Bill mouths some sort of protest, but fails to be heard]

Me: Would you like a job Malcolm, I doubt Bill's hiring?
Malcolm: Sure! What do I have to do?
Me: Well pretty much what you have been doing already, just stand where you are and berate Bill whenever the need takes you?
Malcolm: Will do Mr... Er?
Me: Fisher. Sam Fisher, the linguistic assassin!
Bill: Well... I'm sorry what did you say you were called again?
Me: Sam Fisher...
Bill: No, I know that bit... What was the other bit?
Me: (cough!) The linguistic assassin (cough!)

[Bill, erupts into laughter]

Bill: Linguistic assassin, so you kill words? You didn't think that moniker through did you?
Me: No that's not why I'm called that? It's because I can kill you with my words!
Bill: Yeah right! If you beat them to death with a dictionary maybe?
Me: Play your cards right and I might just do that to you!
At least I don't pretend to be the inventor of Windows, or a philanthropist, despite not knowing what the term actually means?
Bill: I am too, a philanthropist!
Anyway...
If the 2 of you are quite finished fawning over each other, can we return to our argument please?
Malcolm: Aww! Diddums! Is poor Mr. Gatesey-watesy getting awl jealous!! Boo hoo!
Bill: No... (Sniff!)
Me: Hahaha! Fantastic Malcolm, you're going to get along just fine here! Hahaha!
Malcolm: Thank you Mr. Fisher, I'm eterna...
Me: Call me Sam...
Malcolm: ... lly grateful fo... Sorry, I mean Sam, I'm forev..
Me: Lemme stop you right there Malcolm, I know you're grateful for the job, but I'm not Bill over there... Just buy me a pint after work!
Bill: Right... Before you continue your mutual 'love in'... Get back to me... This is, after all, all about me isn't it?
Me: Well no, this is a lesson in philanthropy and the philosophy and practices thereof...
Bill: I beg to differ...
Me: How so?
Bill: Well for starters, the noscript to this post clearly states, 'My 2nd conversation with Bill Gates', so i think you'll find this is most definitely all about me?
Me: Really? Things have gotten that bad, that we've resorted to cheap 4th wall breaks?
Bill: Well this conversation is dragging on rather a long time and it's looking increasingly clear, that you're struggling to figure out an end point, or some sort of a cliff hanger, because this will definitely need a 2nd part, because you've gotten waaaay off track haven't you, Mr. Author?

Voice from the ether: Sssh! I think I was getting away with it there for a moment?
Ooh! Isn't my voice all echoey... Hello-o-o-o-o...
Bill: No... No you weren't. You very clearly weren't!
Malcolm: I hate to say it, but I agree with old kermit the frog over there!
Voice from the Ether (aka: the writer): Hahahaa-a-a-a! Kermit the frog, that's pretty funny-y-y-y... Hang on! You cheeky ball tart Malcolm, you were nothing but a bit part 5 minutes ago-o-o-o... Some filler to use as an excuse to keep the story going, whilst I attempted to think up an idea that will save this story?
Me: and how'd that go for ya?
The writer: well its a bit hit and miss to be hon... Hang on, don't you start... You're just a characterization of me and therefore, chastising me, is doing so to yourself... I mean myself? Er... Perhaps that's the other way around?
Me: Now wait a minute, who's a characterization of who here exactly? Aren't you, yourself a fictional representation of yourself too and thus myself also?
The writer: But aren't we all?
Me: Ooh! Deep... Interesting development?
Bill: No it isn't, it's clearly a deflection tactic, in order to buy time, by feigning some deep philosophical plot point, that is at the end of the day, just a MacGuffin!!
Malcolm: A McMuffin, What's McDonald's got to do with anything?
Me: Not a McMuffin Malcolm, a MacGuffin... It's a... Look, explaining will take up more time and we really need to wrap this up... The writer... I mean me, the none characterised me, is trapped in this endless dialogue that's going nowhere and everyone can see it, so....
Malcolm: Why doesn't he just cheat and use someone else's idea?
Bill: Because Malcolm... Actually, that's a good point, why can't you just steal someone else's idea? It's not like no one else hasn't done that before is it?
Steven King, borrowed off of Dean Koontz and both of them borrowed off James Herbert. Clive Barker borrowed off of H. P. Lovecraft (someone you've been rather flatteringly compared to, remember?) So why can't you do it too?
The writer: Well?... Er?... Um?... I dunno?... I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think you're right Bill!
Bleargch!
I feel sick!
Malcolm: Well it was actually my idea, if that helps?
The writer: Was it?... Oh thank God!
Fuck off Bill, you're not right and still a whiney, fat tosser, with bigger boobs than Pamela Anderson...
Right...
OK...
We need a plot defining cliff hanger, involving some sort of dramatic finish...
Hmm!

[As the writer thinks, Sam sits in Bill's immense leather office chair and momentarily finds himself transported to Narnia, where Bill has the Lion, the witch and for some reason the wardrobe too, held hostage at gun point?... Malcolm, chats to Bills security detail and Bill plays with a ball in a cup, to pass the time]

The writer: Ooooooh... I know what we'll do?
OK... Let's shake you all up a bit, soooo we have...
..
.
[suddenly the men are all where they were sat / stood before the writer appeared and in mid conversation]

Bill: You say I'm no philanthropist, yet I pay my employees wages, I could choose not to?
Me: Then you'd have no one working for you would you?
Bill: Well I'm sure most... Alright som... OK, a coup... Shit!
Me: Yeah that argument's about as good, as you are far from being a philanthropist! Hahaha!
Bill: But I am!
Malcolm: Yeah right, you're about as much of a philanthropist, as you are a doctor! Hahaha!
Bill: But I am a Doctor too, it says so on my, 'Bill Gates mail order medical diploma', I've got a degree in epidem-virol-vaccinology genetic engineery building!!
Me: Bill you're not a philanthropist and you're most definitely not a doctor! Besides, you also can't award yourself a medical degree, it's kind of a conflict of interest, not to mention illegal to practice medicine without a valid medical licence and we all know you didn't do a damn bit of studying, even in your own fake subject, to get your fake diploma, in your fake subject...

Bill: But I own several vaccine companies, so I'm obviously qualified and technically I've been practicing medicine without a licence for decades and no one's ever complained?
Me: That's because they're all dead Bill, so they can't complain!! Anyway...
No... You're not a doctor Bill!
Bill: Yes I a...

[suddenly they're all thrust into absolute blackness]

Hey why'd the lights turn off and leave us in pitch blackness?

[faint, pretty livid whispering]

Bill: Wha... What do you mean its a Soprano style ending, where it cuts to black midsentence?

[faint, yet furious whispering]

Bill: Ooooooh! Ha! Yeah, it is kinda hard conveying that in the form of text and is made doubly so, when someone who just can't get the concept, keeps yapping on and on...
Oh shit! That's me isn't it? OK... I'll sut up n...


(To be continued in part 2, if you can still be bothered and the writer can remember that he is supposed to be writing a part 2?
Anyway...)

Problems in our midst, that must be overcome, if we are ever to succeed?

These 2 posts, are in response to this one, that was on the M Seeker of Truth Chat page.
(The person who posted it, will remain anonymous until they claim their work)
I'm forwarding my response, as I feel what I've said here will resonate with most of you and might cause some pause for thought, in others:
This is the original post:
Generally, it seems the establishment's psyop/misinfo/misdirection campaign operates at a *massive* scale, and is often designed to divide, between truthers, and between truthers and normies.....

I'm still not completely sure whether the "virology debunk" is correct or a potential psyop itself. It may well be correct, and probably is, but again, I'd probably need to sit down and weigh all the arguments/counter arguments for several weeks before feeling confident of my opinion, and even then, how will I be sure unless I have my own lab equipment? I suppose it would help if I personally knew a virologist well, and knew I could trust them, and they confirmed it was a load of BS.

But assuming the virology debunk is correct, which it may well be, it may still be unwise to try to "sell" that to normies, or even to other truthers, since it may lead to division that may not be helpful currently...

What we *do* know for sure is that the establishment are self serving, are operating a ton of psyops and controlled opposition, for their own agendas, and that money and corruption are running mainstream science and medicine. For now, I think that's enough common ground to focus on and widely expose....

I appreciate that people who *have* sat down and studied the virology topic sufficiently may have greater confidence in their position, but are they sure they've put enough in depth weighing up into it, attempting to give the counter arguments an equal "chance" as well? If they have then fair enough, however, how many people in the truth movement have time to go through that weighing up process?

One thing that concerns me is that all the high profile "anti virology" crowd have red flags and are potentially controlled opposition themselves, making me more suspicious of the "virology debunk" being a possible psyop. However, I may be wrong about that... I still think, however, that the point above about not making it a focal point may be wise, to avoid unnecessary division, from a "tactical"/"strategic" view...

My viewpoint would be that later, after the dust settles, better science can be undertaken on a wider scale, to arrive at more "definitive" answers to these things....

You know what you're missing from that and could probably do with being in it.
The rest btw, is very good, quite measured and emphasises the need for common ground, irrespective of ones particular Ideological viewpoint.
Anyway... What's missing is the nature of how the control of the narrative is achieved?
There is a distinct difference, that I'm sure you're aware of (I think I've mentioned it once or twice? lol I've also heard you state something along these lines too...)
When controlling any narrative based information and do it effectively, it actually takes very little effort on behalf of the person who is instigating that control.
Most people assume that you need grand lies, complicated branching lines and masses of detail, to make a person steer away from a subject that you would prefer they didn't look at?
However, that is counter productive and the bigger, more detailed and fabricated your counter narrative, the more impossible that counter narrative becomes to maintain and manage. It will very quickly and inevitably collapse.
This is why conmen (or rather, the crap ones, ie: Humpty and the Catman) end up being outed, because they can't keep up with their own narrative.
How the system does it and why it's remained relatively unscathed for so long, is the fact that like I've said countless times, it's my favourite equation:
95% truth and 10% lies
You use a very large portion of the truth, that you're trying to cover up and then alter tiny, yet critically important details here and there. A date perhaps, just doing that can send someone off in a vastly different direction, that they may never be able to trace back to where they went wrong? Same with just simply altering the spelling of the name of a person, or location, particularly if the source is considered to be credible, as that can have the same effect too.
You see, the reason why it works so effectively, is because it's us that does the majority of the work for them?
It's ourselves that causes a sort of cascade effect, that stems from that tiny alteration, as the information we gather from that point on will not only be wrong, be entirely no others fault but our own. We are, as a community, in the most part and irrespective of how long we've done this for, still very naive and too egotistical also. We're naive, because we never consider that this metaphorically microscopic game, is the real point of entry for where the System's attacks are made? We neither expect them to do something so simplistic, nor be able to see where they've hoodwinked you as a result?
I say egotistical, because we all are in this game. Not a single person, who researches to the levels most of us do, wouldn't mind the recognition garnered by a new and significant discovery? So these alterations initially, stroke our egos,
"Oh you clever boy / girl / squirrel (squirrels rule the world from behind the scenes... One day, you'll all see I was right dammit!) you found that crucial puzzle piece, didn't you?
Go on, try the rest of your pieces, go on!
Oh look, there's one that's a perfect fit. There's another and another and another, oh my they're all slotting into place, you really are that much of a genius that you'll be king of mensa for sure (incidentally, member of mensa here... It's not all that it's cracked up to be!) keep going, there's so many pieces slotting in perfectly... Well, maybe not that one there perhaps, you've kind of forced that one in. The rest though after it, perfect again, so I'm sure it's just been bent out of shape a bit, from over use, it'll be fine, you're making such impressive gains here that you... Oh! Oh no... Another bent piece, but the others fit still sooooo... "
It's those little niggles, that trigger something else we all share and it's something we all have to learn and then relearn, again and again and again and that's we allow our pride to dictate what we see and what we don't, for the sake of maintaining our newly crafted narrative.

After all, the rest checks out, so what if those bits don't quite fit, no one will notice, because of the rest. It's at this point, you will always double down and ignore those bent corners.
It's this pridefulness, that prevents us from acknowledging our mistake, for the sake of being right and the accolades that brings. Which permeates out into those who've followed us, or use our research further down the line, believing us to be a credible and reliable source to use.
Which is when your research becomes dogma, in the eyes of many, that that can no longer be challenged (after all, so many believe and have used it now, often as the basis for their own research, their own beliefs and it's at this point, that the System's job is done.
It's why people will still cling to outmoded and outdated ideas, that are at some point easily debunked. More often than not, by that very same changed date, name etc.
I realise that's a bit long, guess I needed to vent?
I'm tired of this infighting and having to battle with people, that really should know better and yet can't, or more accurately won't see, nor accept what's laid out in front of them, that SHOULD be that point of epiphany and yet always seems to end up with me becoming the devil in their eyes somehow?
I'm tired of being the devil all the time, those horns hurt your head after a while and have you ever tried wearing goat hair trousers, for any length of time?
It's not fun!

Right...
Back to your post...
I completely agree...
We need to heal that divide, or at the very least, set those divisions to one side and focus on the one thing that broadly generates a sense of unity, between all sides.
That being the vaccine.