The Three Faces of Evil

Karen Hunt

“People who claim that they’re evil are usually no worse than the rest of us… It’s people who claim that they’re good…that you have to be wary of.”
Gregory Maguire, Wicked

I’ve been sick over the holidays—not with the dreaded Covid, or the milder Omega, or the much milder Omicron, or whatever you want to call whatever it is that’s going around. I didn’t take a test for it, but my daughter did, and she has the same illness as me and she tested negative.

Of course, those tests…we will get into that later.

Anyway, I took some time off from my writing, enjoying my kids and my grandkids, finding so much joy and thankfulness in my family.

So here we go, back into the thick of things. Recapping the past two years and looking at what to expect in the coming months. And yes, it’s a long one, but not as long as RFK Jr’s brilliantly informative book, so there’s that.

On November 15, 2021, “[Maria], a German mother critical of the state’s Covid measures had her home raided and her children violently removed by police and child protective services.”

Over the Christmas holidays, Maria and other protestors, have been standing outside the quarantine center imprisoning children in isolation. They have been singing Christmas carols in the hope the children can hear them.

Back when Germans first started eliminating undesirable portions of society, they made up a word for them: Untermensch. Roughly translated it means “under” or an inferior person.

The realization that this is happening again, despite first-hand witnesses reminding us of the torture and death that was carried out on undesirables under the Nazi regime, should chill us to the bone. Soon the last of these brave souls will be gone. If we do not heed their warnings, what future do we have?

I wish I could write something more hopeful to start the year off. But I’m sorry, things are not better, they are not looking up. And now is not the time to pretend that they are. The MSM would like us to believe that “Americans saw 2021 as ‘chaos’ and a ‘train wreck’ but are hopeful about 2022.”

Ever true to inundating us with contradictory information, the latest live updates from the MSM tell us:

1. Fauci warns of danger of hospitalization surge due to large number of COVID cases.
2. Israel’s PM warns of a coming COVID-19 storm.Israel, the country who sold its people as one big Pfizer experiment, now finds cases have risen in the past two weeks from around 700 to the more than 4,000.

   “These are numbers that the world has not known, and that we also haven’t known,” Prime Minister Naftali Bennett said.

3. Michigan schools hiring hundreds of mental health staffers to work with students because children are suffering, not from COVID, but from restrictions put on their lives because of it. One grandmother told me in tears of how the only way to get a mask off her fourteen year old granddaughter, even when no one is around, is to tear it off her face. She has watched her smart, intelligent granddaughter retreat further and further from the terrifying real world into the world of TikTok and Youtube influencers who are now the ones she goes to for friendship and solace.
4. Dozens of US colleges and university’s returning to online classes, even though all students are required to be vaxxed and masked. In Wyoming a 16-year-old was arrested for not wearing a mask at school
5. Cruise ships requiring 100% vaccinated passengers are being overrun by outbreaks.
6. December 27th, 106 NFL players were placed on COVID-19 reserve, bringing total to 505 in that month.
7. And in perhaps the most bizarre turn of events, half of the researchers at an isolated Antarctica Ice Center have come down with Covid. All of them are “fully vaccinated.”

Yet, incredibly, the frenzy to vaccinate every single person in the entire world, down to babies, continues at full speed. And why wouldn’t it? The fact that the vaccines don’t work has nothing to do with how successful they have been.

Not a single politician or media pundit that I can think of, except Candace Owens, has dared to even suggest the vaccines might be dangerous and we shouldn’t take them. They haven’t even spoken out against giving them to children.

Let me be clear, there are politicians like Rand Paul and Ron Johnson who have raised the point that people with natural immunity shouldn’t have to be vaccinated and those with vaccine injuries should be listened to. But that is not the same as questioning the vaccines themselves. Even Ron Desantis encourages people to get vaccinated.

It is equally troubling that our politicians do not give an ear to the hundreds and now thousands of doctors and nurses, researchers and scientists who are sounding the alarm on the dangers this experiment poses.

If you think my essays come across a trifle dark, don’t blame me, blame our leaders.

Biden’s promise when he took office one year ago to “shut down the virus” turned into “slow the spread” to “there isn’t anything the Federal government can do about it.” This he said right before turning his back on the country and hobbling off in the rain to celebrate New Year’s Eve at his beach house.

The week before, this buffoon’s Christmas message was to bestow his blessing on the vaccinated while telling the unvaccinated to prepare for a winter of “severe illness and death.” Imagine wishing death on millions of people you are supposed to serve.

Canada’s Justin Trudeau had his own special holiday message for the unvaccinated:

They don’t believe in science/progress and are often misogynistic and racist…. This leads us, as a leader and as a country, to make a choice: do we tolerate these people?”

Boris Johnson’s New Year’s appeal to the unvaccinated included “it could be you,” in the ICU.

Funny, because just right now I checked my news feed to find that Nearly Half of Omicron Cases in Houston Hospital System Among Vaccinated.

So, we have these schoolyard bullies running this scam across North America and the UK, not to mention the entire world, speaking rhetoric meant to incite hatred and violence, worthy of Hitler. And it is lie after lie after lie.

All of this, at a time when we should be celebrating the end of Covid. With Omicron we can reach herd immunity. In fact, it seems to be behaving in exactly the way most viruses behave, losing virulence as it becomes more contagious. Fantastic! Pack up your vaccine and your testing kits.

There should be no more need to impose these procedures when this illness is now no deadlier than the common cold. Yet, the pace quickens, and the experiments continue on infants and babies.

All those cloth masks children were wearing to school should be tossed into the trash with great fanfare. Instead, we are being warned that since cloth masks don’t really protect against viruses (wait, they’ve changed the messaging again?) it might become necessary for children to wear N95 masks in school. Children wearing N95 masks 8 hours a day and during play will cause even more health and psychological problems than they already have had, thanks to the cloth ones.

But there is something else quite sinister about these masks. Not only do they make everyone look the same. They make us all look like we have pig snouts. Imagine our masters partying with their beautiful, surgically improved faces free, while they are served by pigs.

I know. We want to believe things will get better in the coming year. Logically, they should. But we do not live in a logical world. We’ve been herded into a funhouse where sometimes it appears as if we are walking on the ceiling, sometimes we are elongated and skinny, sometimes short and fat, we wander from room to room, completely disoriented.

Any view of ourselves is grotesque and embarrassing. Each time we enter a room that looks normal, before we have a chance to fully adjust, the room begins to oddly tilt or shrink or expand, or the floor falls out and we end up in a dungeon.

After two years of this incongruity, the confusion is so rampant we cannot even get a straight answer about how many died from Covid. For all we know, most of them died from the flu. Plenty of people doubt Covid exists at all. The PCR testing, touted as the “gold standard,” will end in 2022.

Why? Because the CDC now tells us that it never worked in the first place. No apology, no acknowledgment that with such an admission every other “fact” they have told us could well be equally bogus.

And instead of saying, wait a minute, I’m not taking one of these faulty tests, people lined up for hours to do so. Proud and relieved, folks who were jabbed 3 times posted photos of their negative tests on social media saying now they could visit their friends and relatives after two years of isolation. What a victory!

And how about those at-home rapid Covid tests, which we are told are ‘reliable” but not as reliable as the PCR tests. So, wait. If the PCR tests aren’t reliable and the home-tests are even less reliable, why are we doing this?

Reputable doctors warned against Fauci’s orders in The Great Barrington Declaration, stating: “As infectious disease epidemiologists and public health scientists we have grave concerns about the damaging physical and mental health impacts of the prevailing COVID-19 policies, and recommend an approach we call Focused Protection.”

For the record, here are the 3 originals creators of this document:

Dr. Martin Kulldorff, professor of medicine at Harvard University, a biostatistician, and epidemiologist with expertise in detecting and monitoring infectious disease outbreaks and vaccine safety evaluations.

Dr. Sunetra Gupta, professor at Oxford University, an epidemiologist with expertise in immunology, vaccine development, and mathematical modeling of infectious diseases.

Dr. Jay Bhattacharya, professor at Stanford University Medical School, a physician, epidemiologist, health economist, and public health policy expert focusing on infectious diseases and vulnerable populations.

Dr. Fauci could not abide anyone disagreeing with his edicts and instead of listening, he doubled down on his murderous orders. As Robert F. Kennedy says in The Real Anthony Fauci:

Dr. Fauci’s protocols of “mandatory masking, social distancing, quarantining the healthy,” resulted in “business closures [that’] pulverized America’s middle class and engineered the largest upward transfer of wealth in human history.”

Fauci’s strategy of “instructing Covid patients to return home and do nothing—receive no treatment whatsoever—until difficulties in breathing sent them back to the hospital to submit to intravenous remdesivir and ventilation,” an approach never before advised in the history of pandemics, led to America racking up “the world’s highest body counts.”

Add to this the fallout that the GBC warned of, such as a rise in depression, suicide, untreated cancer and other diseases, not to mention increased starvation in poorer nations, and death count could well be beyond anything humanity has ever previously seen.

This was an illness of the elderly. But so are most illnesses. My mom, for example had to be very careful with the flu because she had contracted pneumonia previously. If my mom had died from pneumonia while she had the flu, I would never have said “My mom died from the flu.” I would have said she died from pneumonia.

I don’t recall anyone who happened to have a relative who died of cancer or a heart attack, but who also happened to have the flu at the same time, ever having described their relative or friend as having “died of the flu.”

No, maybe they might say, “She was so weak, it’s too bad she got the flu at the same time.” But as far as cause of death, they would have said, “She died of cancer.” “She died of a heart attack.” And that’s what would have been on the death certificate.

We begin the new year carrying on from where we left off, with massive testing. As I discussed in my latest essay War, massive testing means collecting DNA and collecting DNA means they can create bioweapons targeting certain ethnics groups or those with certain weaknesses and illnesses.

Too bad we didn’t pay attention when we had a chance.

In 2008, our prophet Bill Gates predicted that a coming disease could kill 30 million people within 6 months. He advised us to prepare for it as we do for war.

Revealing this publicly was a psychological move. Whether we took it seriously or not, the result on our minds would the same. What could we, as ordinary people do? We couldn’t save ourselves. But Bill Gates and his band of experts could. We would leave the hard work to them while we amused ourselves on social media.

I’m not a big fan of psychology in general but I agree with psychologist Emma Kenny who says social media “teaches us to externally gaze into worlds that we cannot change and have no impact or power over, instead of internally gazing into our own worlds which we have complete control and power over.

Instead of using it for a tool of aspiration, positivity and motivation, we use it against ourselves. We believe we are less than, have less than, and will be less than everyone else, because we can see all these other opportunities out there that we’re not able to engage in.”

These virtual connections create literally billions of passive people who believe they are actually doing something if they make a comment and 500 people like it. But all of those 500 people are just sitting there, too, wishing and hoping they can say something that will create the same reaction or even bigger. And no one has moved from their chairs in the meantime.

So, while we sat there, we trusted Gates and the experts he gathered around him to protect us. We might not have liked Gates, we might even have thought of him as slightly weird, but he was doing what we could not.

Gates’ woeful predictions became a distant memory while we fell further and further under the spell of the technological devices they sold to us—a new one every year that we simply had to line up and buy the very day it was released so we could be “ahead of everyone else;” our children not just begging but insisting they get phones and tablets too or they would make our lives a misery.

In the process we learned well the easy art of giving up our data to Facebook, Google, Tik Tok and pretty much any website we wanted to browse.

The gathering of information and control over its dissemination became the key to power. Ever since Adam and Eve ate the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil, we have had an insatiable appetite for knowledge. If you don’t believe the biblical story, you can still agree with the validity of its premise.

Easy access to knowledge was how they wooed us. We no longer needed to remember anything. It was all stored in our devices. Who even knows their own children’s phone numbers anymore? Your phone will tell you. You don’t need to use your own reflexes or avoid running into the car in front of you. Many people now have “smart houses.” Alexa is in every room. You can talk to her, and she obeys your commands. She listens. All the time.

And as I have talked about in other essays, it will not be long before we will be one with our devices. Some people argue that we already are. But that is not true. You can still turn off your phone. You can turn off Alexa. Except very few of us do.

Once we are melded with our machines, we will never be able to turn off anything.

The big question, as the new golden boy Elon Musk muses, is whether or not we will be able to control AI or if it will control us.

“As AI gets probably much smarter than humans, the relative intelligence ratio is probably similar to that between a person and a cat, maybe bigger,” Musk told Swisher. “I do think we need to be very careful about the advancement of AI.”

And lest you still don’t get it—we are the cat and AI is the person. And no, this isn’t science fiction. It’s here, right now.

Considering the lies and the cover-ups and how badly the “experts” have botched Covid, why would we have any confidence that they will do any better with protecting us from AI? Covid and AI go hand in hand. Covid is useless without our advances in AI.

While we were being hypnotized by the voices inside our heads, Gates and his buddies were busily taking control of our bodies and our minds.

In the winter of 2020, just after we had celebrated the New Year—you could say our last year of innocence—the overlords determined the time was right and they hit us. Hard. The velvet gloves of seduction came off. We found ourselves reeling from punch after punch.

Bruised and broken, beaten down from a steady diet of fear and guilt, we allowed ourselves to be imprisoned, muzzled, tracked and traced.

And yet, something amazing happened. Millions of us woke up. We began to question in ways we never had before. We began to notice how every media pundit repeated the exact same words. We saw Fauci’s lying contradictions. We grew more suspicious than we’d already been of drug companies. Why the mad rush? What weren’t they telling us?

We revisited those videos out of China with people dropping like flies in the streets. They were so obviously fake. Like those campy Godzilla movies (I love those) how could anyone have believed they were real?

And then, we asked ourselves, could the entire thing have been staged? We tried to voice our concerns. Naively speculating to our friends on social media, because surely other people saw it, too?

We were stunned to find that our questions were met with vicious attacks. If we dared continue, we were discredited, made fun of, even threatened with losing our jobs. Families and friends disowned us.

For many of us, our suspicions only grew. We researched more, beyond the State-sanctioned media. We found others who were asking questions, too. We realized we weren’t alone. We became part of a growing movement. When we saw highly regarded health specialists being discredited, and that they still refused to back down, they inspired us to do the same. We gained strength and courage.

And this is where our hope lies. We have survived the poison, the lies, the fear mongering, the threats. And all we do is grow stronger because of it.

This does not mean the darkness will end. It does not mean some happily ever after, like a Disney movie. Far from it. We’ve been taught that success means a quick fix, like a new drug or a new car, or a new house.

But there is no quick fix for battles of the spirit. We have overcome, not tomorrow, not next year, but right now. In this moment we are conquerors. Not because our exterior circumstances have changed. But because our spirits have grown stronger. Because our eyes are open. We have seen through the lies and embraced the truth.

Who knows what the future holds? It all could miraculously end, although, honestly, that’s the longest shot conceivable. Or the suffering could escalate, even to the point of imprisonment or death for some. Does that mean we should shake in our boots with fear, we should be discouraged and give up? Absolutely not. It means we become more determined. How could we possibly give up and go back to the way we were before? Close our minds to the truth and accept the lie?

The truth has set us free. Even if they put us in prison, we are free. It is those who are allowing themselves to be violated by countless jabs and muzzles that are in the prisons of their own making. They are afraid while we are not. That is why they hate us so much.

And that is why I have called my Substack writing “Break Free.”

Artur Pawlowski, the pastor of Street Church and the Cave of Adullam in Calgary, Alberta, comes to mind, who has recently been arrested again for peacefully protesting against Covid restrictions outside the home of Alberta Health Minister Jason Copping. Paulowski knows about persecution. He came to Canada from Poland. In videos of his arrests, you can hear him calling Canada “Chinadon” and calling the officers “Gestapo Nazis.”

This tugs at my heart since as a child, my family smuggled Bibles behind the Iron Curtain and I saw first-hand the persecution of Christians there. To see this happening in the “free world” is chilling.

If we ask ourselves, would we rather have stayed asleep or would we rather have awakened, I know my answer. I think I know the answer of most people who are reading this now. I am thankful to be awake, not “woke,” and I can only pray that more and more people will do likewise.

Within this context, we can truly say with much love and joy in our hearts that we are thankful for the past two years.

Sometimes I feel as if I am in a medieval morality play. There are many actors in this play, and I’ve previously discussed quite a few of them. But right now, at the beginning of the new year, three faces of evil swim before my eyes:

President Joe Biden, Dr. Anthony Fauci, and Bill Gates.

Like a three-headed monster inextricably, they sway this way and that, telling us riddles and punishing us when we refuse to give the irrational answers they demand. These three men were anointed with the power to rule our lives and no matter how deceitful, murderous, or just plain stupid they are proven to be, their power only multiplies.

Watching and listening to them expound from their thrones, I wonder, who are they really? What are they behind their masks?

With Biden it isn’t difficult to ascertain: Not much. Surely it is some kind of joke that this man is the “most powerful leader in the world.” Weak and easily corrupted, his choices as a career politician groomed him to be used, abused and manipulated as an elderly man.

Although he may be in cognitive decline, being president was the highest goal he, or any politician, could ever hope to achieve. So, you know he wanted to be right where he is now. We should take heed. Biden is exactly what they want us all to be: shells of our former selves into which they can pour their poison. We can call him Biden the Buffoon.

Dr. Fauci is the High Priest of the One World Church, a sorcerer casting spells on both the government and the people, ensuring that we follow the edicts of the church: obsessive testing, handwashing and wearing of masks, properly distancing from one another, rejecting and condemning the unclean, and unquestioningly submitting to church-sanctioned medical procedures, no matter how invasive or potentially dangerous they may be. We must believe in the science.

To question Fauci is to question science. Fauci is Science.

When the light reflects off Fauci’s glasses, I imagine a horror movie, where a girl is walking down a long, dark corridor and rounds a corner to see him standing there, silent and staring, except she can’t see his eyes, only that frosted light. Where to run? There is nowhere to hide from an eyeless High Priest who sees and knows all. No matter how many crimes he has committed, nothing ever sticks, he’s as slippery as an eel, having seen the rise and demise of 6 presidents while he remained, as entrenched as ever.

And then there is the Prophet of Doom, Bill Gates, who comes before us with boundless energy, waving his hands in glee every time he predicts another disaster. There have been so many of them and there will be so many more. But never fear, Gates is here.

It was in 1955, the year Gates was born, that the first call to eradicate malaria was heard. Malaria was still with us by 2007, the year Gates made the same promise. By 2014, he was still vowing to eradicate the disease. Instead of eliminating the mosquitoes that cause malaria, repeating the tactic that had so effectively eliminated the disease by the early 1900s in the Americas, Gates chose to continue the expensive chemical and gene therapy technology that had started up in the 1930s.

Why not follow the simplest, easiest solution that actually worked? Here is one of the most sinister reasons, laid out in my essay COVID and the Greater Good:

It was on June 13, 2013 that the Supreme Court “published their ruling in an important lawsuit case, unanimously finding that isolated but otherwise unmodified genes were products of nature and therefore not patent eligible subject matter. However, cDNA, or synthetic DNA molecules that contain only the exons of a gene, do involved an inventive step, and thus remain patent eligible.”

Genes that are modified within our bodies can be patented. They can be owned by men like Bill Gates. Just as he is doing with mosquitoes. Just as he is doing with food. We are another product he can modify to his liking.

The same scenario played out with AIDS. Empty promises and moving goalposts. While the bodies piled up, billions of dollars were squandered on academic research, the bolstering of corrupt institutions like WHO and NIH, glittering awards ceremonies and highly publicized conferences, along with the never-ending production of new drugs rather than the helping of communities to gain better health practices.

Under these shameful protocols of drugs rather than healthy habits, the Western world has become sicker, with the United States leading the pack.

Pharmaceutical giant Pfizer, with its right arm Biontech, is strong-arming out other drug companies like Johnson & Johnson and Moderna, taking the lead as the most powerful drug company in the world.

In September 2019, “Gates prophetically bought $55 million – to reach 10 million – shares in BIONTECH, right before 3 Wuhan scientists were believed to have gotten infected with Covid that November.”

With such an investment, there was no way Pfizer could be allowed to fail, no matter how it deserved to.

Incredibly, billions of people the world over, at Biden, Fauci and Gates’ encouragement, are now allowing this company to experiment upon them; a company so profoundly corrupt that in 2009 it was ordered to pay $2.3 billion due to allegations that the company illegally promoted uses of four of its drugs. At that time, it was the largest fraud payout in history.

Parents start meticulously researching preschools before their children are even born. If they find out the preschool has a history of hiring pedophiles and hiding the fact, do they say, fantastic, that’s exactly where I want my children to be? Of course not.

Yet, somehow, parents didn’t find it important to research a company that wanted to inject an experimental gene therapy inside of their children.

If they had, they would have found out what happened to children in Nigeria 25 years ago. Out of 200 children who participated in a Pfizer Trovan drug trial during a meningitis epidemic, 11 died. It was later discovered that Pfizer tampered with and backdated an approval letter from a Nigerian ethics committee to justify the experiment.

A panel of Nigerian medical experts concluded that Pfizer violated international law by testing an unapproved drug on children with brain infections without ever even obtaining permission from the Nigerian government or the parents of the children.

Pfizer said its motives were purely “philanthropic.,” a claim the Nigerian committee rejected since the Pfizer physicians completed their trial and left while “the epidemic was still raging.”

Pfizer was developing Trovan for release in the United States, where it was expected to gross up to $1 billion a year.

The FDA never approved Trovan for American children. Yet, it was cleared for adults in 1997 and became one of the most prescribed antibiotics in the United States. Later, it was discovered that Trovan was associated with liver damage and deaths. In 1999, the FDA severely restricted its use. It has been banned in Europe.

Then there’s the nearly $300 million Pfizer paid to 3,000 trial participants who developed suicidal thoughts and severe psychological disorders while taking the smoking cessation drug, Chantix. Common sense should tell the “experts” to demand that the toxic chemical additives be removed from cigarettes. But that would do what they do not want to have happen: it would solve the problem rather than perpetuate it.

Check out The Covid World, where people not only tell their personal stories of vaccine injuries, but “The Canadian Covid Care Alliance (CCCA), a group of over 500 independent Canadian doctors, scientists and health care practitioners, has released a video presentation called “The Pfizer Inoculations For COVID-19 – More Harm Than Good.” The evidence it presents about Pfizer’s safety trials for its mRNA vaccine is truly shocking.”

As for Moderna, it never had a drug approved before its experimental mRNA gene therapy. Taking an injection from Moderna is like searching for a heart surgeon and picking the one with zero reviews because he’s never even performed a single surgery.

Yet people shrug and take the jab. Never mind that, true to form, Pfizer has lied and fudged on data with its Pfizer Covid trials. Never mind that you cannot sue these companies if something goes horribly wrong. Never mind that you cannot even see what is in the contracts our governments have signed on our behalf.

Would you buy a house, sight unseen, and then, when presented with the contract, put a blindfold on and sign because the seller has assured you that you can “trust them?”

The latest VAERS report:

Millions of zombie citizens shrugged along with Biden as he walked off into the rain at the start of a new year. Oh well. There’s nothing we can do about it.

Those VAERS reports?

Lies.

Those reputable doctors begging for us to listen to their concerns?

Frauds.

Friends and family members who tell us to please not get that booster?

Idiots.

Millions obediently line up for their boosters. In Israel they are going on their fourth jab.

Yes, the last two years have been terrible. The endless disasters have kept our minds occupied. However, now that we are fully awake, it is imperative that we look beyond the past two years to the broader picture and take heed of honest experts like Ronald Ross who received the Nobel Prize for his malaria research in 1902 and warned against “researches of little value” like the ones from Pfizer that do not benefit the people being experimented upon, only the elite funding them and the chemical companies they own.

Robert F. Kennedy describes in his new book, The Real Anthony Fauci, the reasons behind it all and how Fauci and Gates built an army set to take over the world.

“As the director of the National Institute of Allergy and Infectious Diseases (NIAID) — part of the U.S. National Institutes of Health (NIH) — Fauci has a $6.1 billion budget that he distributes to colleges and universities to do drug research for various diseases. He has another $1.7 billion that comes from the military to do bioweapons research.”

Over the years, Fauci has carefully built his army of “heads of state, health ministers, international health regulators, the WHO, the World Bank, the World Economic Forum, key leaders from the financial industry and military officials who served as command center of the burgeoning Biosecurity Apparatus.”

Beneath them are the “foot soldiers;” thousands of doctors, hospital administrators, health officials, researchers, who are all dependent on money flowing from Fauci and Gates’ vast network of charities, government institutions and for-profit companies.

The NIH alone controls an annual $37 billion budget distributed in over 50,000 grants supporting over 300,000 positions globally in medical research.

All those years in Africa experimenting with HIV, malaria, and who knows what all, led Fauci to the nearly indestructible position he was in when Covid broke. The time had come for Fauci and Gates to boldly expand their experiments to include, literally, everyone. In January 2020, we were all dropped into Fauci’s and Gates’ petri dish.

I like to think I have jumped out of the petri dish. I know I would never willingly stay inside of it. Still, I wonder what it will take to really declare freedom.

Just a few days ago a friend in England who would rather die than be jabbed told me that every single person in the country received a message reminding them to get their booster. Mind you, this message wasn’t on some app people could choose to download, it was a text on her phone.

I’ve suggested it in other essays but perhaps our freedoms will narrow so far that we will have to decide at last, do we give in or do we give up every single technological device that we own, thereby cutting ourselves off completely from the rest of the humanity?

National Geographic warned us on December 29, 2021, “COVID-19 variants will keep coming until everyone can access vaccines.”

They will not stop until every single person on the planet has been injected.

Testing, testing, testing. I cannot say it enough. Testing is where it’s at. Conditioning people to take these tests monthly, weekly, daily, it will become such a chore that people will welcome the technology placed under their skin so it will do the hard work for them.

Biden promises us 500 million at-home rapid covid tests, but the “health experts” say even that isn’t enough. Can you imagine the chaos when everyone is forced to test; the psychological toll it will take on children—on everyone?

Just like his Pfizer purchase right before the pandemic, Gates, along with George Soros, bought out Mologic, a U.K.-based maker of Covid tests, for $41 Million.

Gates pretty much owns the UK as far as health policies around Covid. In 2017, UK’s Medicines and Healthcare Regulatory Authority (MHRA) awarded over £980,000 for collaboration with the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation and the World Health Organization.

Gates also funds Professor Andrew Pollard, the chair of JCVI and Director of the Oxford Vaccine Group in the Department of Pediatrics at the University of Oxford. It’s too much to explore here the shady goings-on of that cozy little cohort.

Each time I open my computer, swimming before my eyes is the 3-headed monster, guiding us further toward destruction. And off we go.

There are obvious murderers. Death Row is filled with them; monsters who killed, how many—one, two, or more if they were serial killers?

Small potatoes.

Biden, Fauci and Gates are responsible for the deaths of millions. And yet they are rewarded as saviors.

What, I wonder with some fascination, do these ministers of death talk about when they get together privately amongst themselves? The weather? Perhaps they are too distrustful, even of each other. After all, they are old hands at palace intrigue and guard their positions jealously.

So, how about when they go home to their spouses and their children? Surely, they let down their defenses. Do they hug and kiss their kids, read them stories and tuck them into bed at night? Do they sit at the dinner table and talk with their spouses about their challenging days? Do they drink too much and then feel guilty afterwards? Do they make New Year’s Resolutions?

When they look in the mirror, do they see themselves as benevolent minsters of health and reason? Saviors of future generations? Do they believe in their heart of hearts that they are doing good? Do they believe history will treat them well?

Do they take the drugs they tell us we should take? Have they all been vaccinated against Covid? How would we ever really know?

Have they injected their own children?

When they go to bed at night after a long, hard day, do they sleep easily, with a clear conscience?

Do you think that’s possible? That they even have a conscience?

Are they capable of empathy?

Did Stalin feel guilty? Or Hitler?

Are such comparisons going too far?

Nations argue over the official meaning of the word “genocide,” which covers national, ethnic, racial and religious groups. Naimark, author of the book Stalin’s Genocides, argues that we need a much broader definition of genocide, one that includes the killing of social classes and political groups. Not only did Stalin kill “over a million of his own people but millions more died due to liquidation and repression of the so-called kulaks, the Ukrainian famine, the purge of nationalities, and the Great Terror.”

When all is told, not today, but one day in the future, Biden, Fauci, Gates and their other accomplices will have been responsible not only for “Covid deaths” but the millions more that will have accumulated thanks to their malevolent mandates, laws and edicts. Hitler and Stalin and other leaders of the past killed within nations. Our monsters kill throughout the entire world.

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Have you ever met a murderer?

I met one once. Or at least, someone who had been convicted of murder. Because truth is never easy to discern and whoever tells the best story usually wins, regardless of whether it’s true or not.

It was over ten years ago that I sat across the table from California death row inmate Maureen “Mikki” McDermott. I did this on two occasions, traveling up from Los Angeles to Chowchilla Women’s Prison, spending a total of approximately 5 hours each time with her.

Back in June of 1990, Mikki, a registered nurse, had been sentenced to death for a particularly heinous and callous crime.

Five years earlier, Mikki had hired a hospital orderly, Jimmy Luna, to murder her roommate, Stephen Eldridge, so she could collect a $100,000 mortgage insurance policy. Stephen, co-owner of the house where they lived together, was stabbed 44 times and his penis cut off by Luna.

Mikki and Stephen were both gay and this was made much of in the trial, which took place in 1985 at the height of the AIDS scare. Luna claimed Mikki had ordered him to cut off the penis so the police would think it was a crime committed by a crazed lover or a homphobe.

So why had I gone to visit a monster like Mikki?

It was 1997 that I met private investigator Casey Cohen. At that time, I was president of InsideOUT Writers, a creative writing program for incarcerated youth that I had founded with then Catholic Chaplain of Central Juvenile Hall, Sister Janet Harris.

The youth I worked with were kids who were facing life sentences thanks to Biden’s draconian laws. Many of those youths I remained friends with until this day.

Some, instead spending their lives in prison, went on to be lawyers and run businesses, most just went on to live ordinary lives. Others spent the rest of their lives in prison. One fourteen year old girl, Erika, finally had a chance to get out a couple of years ago. She was so afraid of being free that she committed suicide shortly before her release. Everyone’s story is different.

It was Janet who had introduced me to Casey. I used to joke when I walked through the grounds of CJH, the Catholic nun on one side of me and the atheist Jew on the other side, that I was perfectly balanced. Those were great days, but they didn’t last.

Casey on the far left with the beard, interviewing a witness.

Casey’s real name was Kaddish, meaning in Hebrew “a prayer for the dying.” He often spoke of his name ruefully, as if it was a kind of curse given to him by his father who hadn’t been religious but had bowed to the power of tradition. With Casey’s thick beard and soulful brown eyes, he was like a father confessor and witnesses and criminals alike found themselves confessing their deepest and darkest secrets.

At the time I met him, Casey had the reputation as one of the foremost authorities on the death penalty phase. He was usually hired by the defense during the habeas appeal to help uncover stories from the murder’s past in order to humanize them so that they could escape the death penalty for life in prison.

Casey had worked on some of the most notorious murder trials in the country, all the way back to the tragic murder involving Marlon Brando’s son, Christian Brando.

He was a favorite of famed criminal attorney Leslie Abramson and his last job involved her client, 18 year old Jeremy Stromeyer.

On May 25, 1997, at 3:47 am, Jeremy followed 7-year-old Sherrice Iverson into the bathroom of a Nevada casino and molested and killed her, twisting her neck to make sure she was dead, just like he’d seen on TV.

You’re probably thinking as you read this, what a morbid world, how did you end up there? That’s a longer story than I have room to tell here, but suffice it to say, it was a world that interested me.

After all, I was working with incarcerated youth who were facing life sentences for serious crimes. From Casey, I learned how better to talk to the girls who were in my first writing group and how to help them share their stories.

“Everybody reads about Jeremy, but no one comes to know Jeremy the way I do,” Casey told me during those days before the trial. “No one else hears him speak those barely audible words. And then I have the responsibility of interpreting it all so the attorney can go into the courtroom like into the lion’s den, and fight for their client’s life. People may think they don’t deserve saving, but when it comes to the courtroom, it isn’t a moral issue. It’s about honesty and fairness. Well it should be. But most often it’s about power and political careers. If you can beat them at their own game, now that’s a victory.”

Over the course of his career, Casey had traveled the world in search of those stories. He’d gone anywhere, down some dark alley in Chinatown, or across the world to some mountainous village, interviewing the friends and families of convicted murders. He complained that the stories came to fill him like poison.

Hearing Casey talk about the stories as poison caused me great sadness. From the first time I met him, at a little Mexican restaurant not far from the downtown courthouse, frequented by lawyers, detectives and judges, I’d found out he was dying of cancer. I would know him for only three years.

When Casey wasn’t working on murder trials, he worked with Charlie English, known at that time as “attorney to the stars,” handling damage control with the likes of Tommy Lee when he got in trouble for allegedly abusing Pamela Andersen; or Robert Downey Jr. when he was picked up for drug or alcohol related charges, in the days before he turned his life around.

Casey’s job was fascinating and dangerous, inhabited by a host of characters more colorful than any movie, with him the most colorful of all.

But it was Mikki’s case that troubled Casey until the very end. He was sure she had been innocent. He talked about it to me often and I came to know the case very well. I never questioned Casey’s assessment. After all, he was the expert, not me, and highly regarded in the field by his peers. Even the BBC had taken notice, doing a segment on his life for their Everyman series.

Casey had worked on Mikki’s habeas appeal with attorney Verna Wefald. They had done their best, but her appeal had been denied. He couldn’t bear the thought of Mikki sitting in a sterile room on death row, day after day, year after year, never being free again. Never traveling to far off lands, as she had hoped to do.

So, he started writing her letters. Only they weren’t ordinary letters. They were the most fantastical letters you could ever imagine. Within the pages of the letters, Casey created an imaginary world, inhabited by wild and wonderful characters.

Casey wrote as if he were one of those characters, calling himself C. and her M. Each letter talked as if he was in some exotic location, Paris, Rome, San Franscisco during the 60s, a tropical island, running into old flames and dangerous acquaintances, attending wild parties.

None of it was true. But it was true within the world of the letters and when I read them, I was transported into that world and saw it all. I thought of Mikki receiving the letters, taking them out of the envelope, settling on her bunk, and sailing away on a ship of imagination. Away, away, from the purgatory of waiting, waiting for death.

Here is a little taste of one of the letters:

Perhaps you can see now why I considered Casey’s gift to me of the letters as beyond any price. I began to research the letters. I found that reality was mixed with fiction. When he spoke of illness or special places, of M being abandoned, they were subtle hints of things that had really happened.

When I discovered that Fatumbi, “Reborn,” was a real person named Pierre Verger, I started writing about all of it. That writing has ended up being almost 400 pages. Will it ever find its way into the world beyond my imagination? I don’t know.

All thanks to Casey, who took the lives of monsters and found who they were beyond the one moment of their terrible crimes, absorbed their tragedies and turned it all over the lawyers and prosecutors, judges and courts to then decide their fate.

What sort of a person would think up such letters let alone write them, to a woman on death row, so despised and feared, convicted of such a gruesome murder? Only one person, Kaddish “Casey” Cohen.

Casey asked me to draw a picture, inspired by the last letter he sent to her, and I did. Here it is:

Shortly before his death, he asked me to please visit Mikki. Who knows, he said, perhaps one day you’ll write about us all.

I promised I would. It took me 10 years to fulfill my promise, but I finally did.

You can imagine after all those years, all the letters and the stories he had told me about Mikki, I was filled with a nervous excitement to see her at last.

And so, I found myself sitting there in that tiny room, a big glass window on one side with a burly guard outside, wondering what to say to this tiny woman that I towered over. She looked so ordinary, it was hard to imagine her thinking up such a devious, horrific murder and then carrying it out. I’d written to her first, of course, explaining who I was, and she’d agreed for me to visit. A friend of Casey’s was always welcome she told me.

Sitting there with Mikki, we talked about her life on death row, she told me about the other women, many of whom were there for killing abusive partners or their own children.

She told me how she only got out once a day for a short period, to walk around and around a tiny yard with walls so high all you could see was a square of sky far above.

Once, a bird had fallen from the sky and she and the other women with her gathered around it. Mikki picked it up. It was the first time in years she had felt another living being, feeling it’s small heart fluttering inside.

Those murderers prayed and pleaded for the bird not to die and then, suddenly it ruffled its feathers and flew off again and disappeared.

That was the best story I heard. Otherwise, she talked about other friends who wrote to her, the television shows she watched. When I mentioned the letters, I expected a light to shine in her eyes, a far-off expression of nostalgia to overtake her. But nothing of the sort happened. She had forgotten about them.

They hadn’t held any magic for her. It didn’t occur to her how brilliant and how unique the letters were. Her TV shows were much more interesting.

That moment reinforced what Casey had said, that most murderers are boring people.

I began to doubt Casey’s version. Could he have been wrong? Why had he been so insistent that she was innocent. I ended up meeting with Verna Wefald and reading through the 1,000 pages of the habeas trial. I saw how the original trial and Mikki’s conviction had certainly been unfair.

The prosecutor Katherine Mader had formerly defended Angelo Buono, one of the Hillside Stranglers. In that case, she had fawned over Buono and treated him like a misguided little boy, a tactic used to humanize him for the jury.

With Mikki, she did the opposite, likening her to ‘a Nazi working in the crematorium by day and listening to Mozart by night,’ a ‘mutation of a human being,’ a ‘wolf in sheep’s clothing,’ a person who ‘stalked people like animals,’ and someone who had “resigned from the human race.”

Casey had explained all this to me and that a trial like that can make or break a District Attorney’s career. Mader won the case. And she became a Superior Court Judge.

Casey had known what I came later to understand very well myself, that whoever tells the best story, or perhaps even more important, whoever tells the story with the most money and press behind it, is the one that wins.

Perhaps Casey had wanted desperately for this one story that he had told of Mikki to be true. And in that, he was no different from anyone else. We all create the stories of our lives, and we tell them over and over and we want them to be true.

Was Mikki innocent, or had she told herself that story so often over the years that now she actually believed it? How about Biden, Fauci and Gates. I knew they weren’t innocent. There was no doubt in my mind. But had they told themselves the story of their benevolence so often that they, too, believed it?

Mikki was a nurse. She had made a vow to save her patients. When she had first been put in jail, awaiting her trial, she’d saved another woman’s life who’d been choking on an apple.

“Is that the action of a murderer?” she demanded of me, her eyes, always wide as if confronting some confounding surprise, grew wider, her voice taking on a slightly belligerent tone.

I could only shake my head, no, of course not.

Biden, Fauci and Gates were all public servants of different sorts. Each one could point to countless lives they had saved. Surely, they would never knowingly, willingly kill anyone?

Mikki refused to talk about the crime. She had reason to be distrustful. The press had eaten her alive during the trial and a terrible TV movie had been made about the crime. She refused to support me in writing about her life and her case.

And that made me wonder. She had nothing more to lose. She’d already been condemned to death. Why wouldn’t she want a better version to be left behind, not just the sordid tale that was out there?

After the second visit she cut me off and I never went back. In fact, even without her cutting me off I doubt I would have returned. It seemed after the initial spark of interest on both sides, we had nothing more to say to one another.

To this day, the doubts remain. Is she innocent or not?

Of one thing, I am sure. I would never want to share a house with her.

In a series of tweets right before Christmas, a concerned Bill Gates said he planned to cancel most of his holiday plans and warned that the United States “could be entering the worst part of the pandemic.”

At the same time, he assured us that we would likely see the pandemic wind down. In Bill Gates’ “2021 Year in Review” he wrote:

“In a couple years, my hope is that the only time you will really have to think about the virus is when you get your joint COVID and flu vaccine every fall.”

“My hope.” Did he truly hope? Could someone cause mass murder and actually think he had never done it, only wanted the best for everyone?

Those words of his sound all the more sinister because they are said with such conviction.

Biden will be gone and easily replaced.

But for Fauci and Gates, they are setting the stage so that, even when they depart this earth their legacy will never die.

“It’s possible that new variants could evade our countermeasures and become fully resistant to current vaccines or past infection, necessitating vaccine adaptations,” WHO Director-General Tedros Adhanom Ghebreyesus said.

He chided leaders of wealthier nations, saying that “reactionary political movements fostered vaccine inequity and created the ideal conditions for the emergence of new variants.”

Great. More proof that despite the good news of Covid becoming a regular illness like the common cold, we are only dipping our feet into the new reality of deadly plagues, But not the plagues of the past. Genetically engineered ones that target certain populations.

By the time everyone is happily getting their yearly Covid/flu jab, these highest servants of our overlords could well be in control of the entire pharmaceutical empire, having pushed out other companies like J&J and Merck, administering their concoctions to a world population so addled by addictions they are no longer capable of doing anything except holding out their arms or swallowing their pills or being infused with drug cocktails directly into their skin.

Imagine the day when everyone has technology implanted into their bodies at birth, that monitors everything they do, sending that information to government agents.

I remember when traveling behind the Iron Curtain as a child. In all the hotels, on every floor, sat an old lady at the end of the corridor, a babushka, who watched and reported on all the comings and goings. We were warned of listening devices inside our rooms.

Before entering each country, we had to buy gas vouchers, having calculated exactly how much gas we would need. We were only allowed to travel on certain roads and on the rare occasions when we deviated, even when it was out in the middle of nowhere, a car magically appeared to direct us back en route.

Imagine having someone like that inside your skin, reminding you to take your mediation, telling you if you’d eaten too much sugar that day, knowing where you had been and no doubt listening to all your conversations.

By the time we get to the pandemic that Gates warned us about in 2008, people will be begging for this level of control. Covid was just a test run. It did what it was supposed to do. It killed the elderly and those with comorbidities such as diabetes and heart disease. Of course, neither Gates nor the others wanted it to kill themselves or their own children.

Remember Italy, the first Western nation hit so hard by Covid in the beginning? We all watched in horror as the country was brought to its knees by this terrifying virus that no one seemed to know anything about.

An article in Bloomberg says that 99% of people who died from coronavirus in Italy were elderly with preexisting conditions. The average age was around 80. And 60% suffered from at least 3 preexisting illnesses while a fifth had two.

In the United States the CDC tells us that “more than 81% of COVID-19 deaths occur in people over age 65. The number of deaths among people over age 65 is 80 times higher than the number of deaths among people aged 18-29.”

This has been a disease of the elderly. For most of those elderly, they died alone, in cold, clinical rooms, not surrounded by loved ones but by masked strangers. They were not even allowed funerals.

And now, for those elderly who remained healthy, Anderson Cooper made jokes to a gleeful Bill Gates about taking away their social security if they do not bow to take a vaccine that, if they haven’t taken it by now, they probably don’t want to. These people should be congratulated as being strong and healthy to have made it through, not treated like pieces of garbage.

Any pandemic in the future will also need to target a certain portion of the population, as Covid did. If you suspected Covid was biologically engineered just wait for the next one.

Prophet Gates has something to say about that:

Also, related to pandemics is something people don’t like to talk about much, which is bioterrorism, that somebody who wants to cause damage could engineer a virus. So that means the chance of running into this is more than just the naturally caused epidemics like the current one.”

Gates has mentioned smallpox a number of times. Uncannily, the dreaded disease began cropping up in the news. “Vials labeled ‘smallpox’ found at vaccine research facility in Pennsylvania, CDC says,” read a November 2021, CNN Headline.

In my last essay, Wa’R, I talk about biowarfare and quote from Guo Jiwei (郭继卫), a professor with the Third Military Medical University, 2010’s War for Biological Dominance (制生权战争), where he emphasizes the impact of biology on future warfare. “biotech will be positioned in the battlefield of the human body itself, targeted at people, limited to people, where it can attack parts or fractions of the human body, accurate to specific biological characteristics …”

Further, “Biology is among seven “new domains of warfare” discussed in a 2017 book by Zhang Shibo (张仕波), a retired general and former president of the National Defense University, who concludes: “Modern biotechnology development is gradually showing strong signs characteristic of an offensive capability,” including the possibility that “specific ethnic genetic attacks” (特定种族基因攻击) could be employed.”

And as I have shown in other essays, such as The Chinafication of the Western World, we in the West love to self-righteously lay the blame on China for their lack of moral integrity.

However, the truth is that when it got too hot in the West, our “experts” simply sent their questionable research over to China and funded it there. Gain of function research and organ harvesting didn’t stop.

Nor did the hunt for rare earth minerals that I talk about in my essay, The Magic of Rare Earth Elements & the Hypocrisy of Clean Energy.

It’s a lot to absorb, I know. But once we see the bigger picture, we realize how it all fits together and very little over the past two years has happened by chance. Much of it appeared chaotic, the information was constantly changing, but that was to create fear and uncertainty and to prep people to accept whatever they were told. The information provided has been on such a massive scale, people grew weary of trying to disseminate it all. It was easier to simply believe in our prophets and sorcerers.

There is a new film out called A Good Death which documents the stories from people who “lost loved ones to fatal doses of morphine and Midazolam. Each year, tens of thousands of elderly and terminally ill patients are quietly euthanized in NHS facilities. In hospitals, care homes and hospices, behind closed doors, their deaths are hastened in what appears to be a caring and humane way. But how has this practice of euthanasia – illegal in the UK and carrying a life prison sentence – become so widespread and acceptable? And why are people who are nowhere near the end of their lives being given killer ‘cocktails’ of drugs that are used in many US states for executions?

That is how Mikki will die, with a lethal cocktail of drugs, unless she dies a natural death while she is waiting, which is more likely. How ironic that she lives, waiting for her drugs of death, while countless of the innocent have died.

Have they succeeded in normalizing fascism to such an extent? And if so, how much longer will it be before those identified with other “flaws” will be put out of their misery?

In 1905 when the yellow fever and malaria plague was threatening lives across the border in America, Dr. Alexander Lambert, personal physician to President Theodore Roosevelt, made this statement:

I am sorry for you tonight, Mr. President. You are facing one of the greatest decisions of your career. If you fall back on the old methods…you will fail…. If you back up Dr. Gorgas and his ideas, and you let him make his campaign against the mosquitoes, then you get your canal. I can only give my advice: you must decide for yourself. There is only one way of controlling yellow fever and malaria, and that is the eradication of the mosquito.” William Crawford Gorgas, His Life and Work. Gorgas and Hendrick, 1924.

Walter Reed went on to find funding apart from the government and proved that yellow fever was spread not by poor sanitation but by the Aedes Aegypti mosquitoes. Because it was America and they wanted the Panama Canal to succeed, the moquitoes that caused the diseases were eradicated—not simply controlled. The idea that “fomites” spread the disease, causing obsessive sanitizing of products and surfaces was debunked, and millions of dollars were saved, not to mention millions of lives.

Interestingly, Fauci used the old scare tactic of “fomites” at the beginning when everyone was told to obsessively sanitize every surface. Then, like so many other theories that he already knew were bogus, we were told to stop and everyone blindly obeyed.

In Scott Atlas’s book, A Plague Upon Our House,  he tells how the press vilified President Trump for shutting down Fauci and putting a “kook in charge.” That “kook” of course was Atlas. He went on to describe how he “watched the nation’s ‘top scientists’ lie about covid and get away with it.”

Atlas tried his best as he wrote:

Clarifying the facts about the pandemic and countering the unending barrage of misinformation and pseudoscience about it, in this case coming from within the administration itself, was one of my most important roles in this national crisis.

It is impossible for us on the outside to imagine the severe pressure, the frustration, the battles that must have raged as Trump and Atlas tried to combat the true misinformation: Fauci, Gates and the mainstream media.

And then, incredibly, while Joe Biden, who hid in his basement as he “campaigned” for the presidency, Donald Trump went out amongst the people and contracted Covid, whereupon he was sent to be treated at Walter Reed Hospital, named after the very man who had helped eradicate the mosquito that had infected so many with Yellow Fever.

I will never forget that moment when Trump returned to the White House and triumphantly tore of his mask on the balcony for the world to see. I thought surely, whether you love him or you hate him, whether it’s true or whether it’s theater, it’s inspiring.

But no. Of course, the press vilified him. Joy Reid saying she was “disgusted.” Biden making fun of that “macho thing.” When I tried to say this to my friends, they became angrier than ever. Trump was a reckless killer of grandmothers.

Biden was the one who would save us all. When I tried to say his fearless attitude was inspiring, I was derided as an idiot and a killer of grandmas too. We should be afraid. Not being afraid was irresponsible.

That was perhaps the saddest moment when I knew America was lost. If people truly now believed that cowering in in our homes when we were healthy was the right thing to do and our only hope was fear, then we had no hope.

I lost many friends at that time, as I know so many of us did.

In the end, Trump jumped on the vaccine train, and he is there to this day. If you can’t beat them, join them. I like to believe that Trump tried, really tried. Fauci was a weed whose roots ran too deep. Everything Trump tried to get people to accept was destroyed by the media. Rather than admit Trump was right and preventive remedies such as Hydroxychloroquine and Ivermectin should be tried, no prevention was allowed. This crime must be paid for.

Image Biden saying today what Trump dared to say then: “People are tired of hearing Fauci and these idiots, all these idiots who got it wrong.”

We all know that will never happen.

Sir Ronald Ross, winner of the Nobel Prize in 1902 for his discovery of the malaria parasite in mosquitoes, railed against “academics” in the place of practical research when he said,

It implies the sacrifice of life and health on a large scale while researches which may have little real value and may be continued indefinitely are being attempted…In practical life we observe that the best practical discoveries are obtained during the execution of practical work and that long academic discussions are apt to lead to nothing but academic profit.”

This train isn’t stopping anytime soon.

The Biden administration announced on Wednesday a $137 million contract for Millipore Sigma, a unit of Germany’s Merck KGaA, to boost production capacity of a highly constrained component of rapid coronavirus tests.

The money will allow the company over three years to build a new facility to produce nitrocellulose membranes, the paper that displays test results, in Sheboygan, Wisconsin. That, in turn, will allow for 85 million more tests to be produced per month, the official said.

What, I wonder, could these tests possibly be for?

I wish Casey was alive now. I would love to hear his take on all of this. I know he wouldn’t be fooled. Casey lived his life. He would never have endured a lockdown. When he found out he was dying, he destroyed most of his case files and took off to Thailand, thinking he’d live a life of meditation and stay there until he died.

“But I didn’t die,” he told me. “And eventually I realized that there were the same McDonalds on street corners in Thailand that there were in Los Angeles. So, I came back.”

We were both glad he did. If he hadn’t, we never would have met. He married a Thai woman, the sister of one of the men whose case he had worked on, the only person on death row who was executed, shortly before Casey’s own death. He told me that with Jay’s execution, his life had come full circle. Too many stories to include that one here.

As Casey grew weaker and weaker, he talked to me on the phone as if he’d been transported out of his pain and into the past. I would close my eyes and listen to his soft, struggling voice.

Remembering how his Santa Monica condo had contained only a mattress on the floor and a large table against the wall on which sat a computer and a printer. A closet with six pairs of jeans, four pairs of K-Swiss shoes, and 35 or so Gap T-shirts. Walking on the beach, listening to birds, feeling the cold wind. Upscale restaurants on Montana Ave. and his hangout on Ocean Avenue—the mail drop place and the magazine stand.

A weak laugh and a painful cough. “That was my office, where Debbie kept a director’s chair for me so I could sit out on the sidewalk and read the newspapers. I never had a real office. People knew where to find me.”

Meeting one or the other of his sons on Main Street at night in Russel’s Bar.

Memories stretched out in a long line.

“Like 1956, the year you were born, Karen, when I was on the destroyer, the McKean, off the coast, near the pier and we fired 5” Starshells high into the air. Chief Skorzak, Bud Davis, later to become a well-respected stuntman, Pete Gray, who owned every shit-kicking record ever made.

The time I was stationed in the Pacific three miles down-wind from an Atomic Test and how years later the Veterans Administration said my slow-growing, but unstoppable, cancer was service-connected from radiation at that test.

I got discharged from the navy and went crazy (literally) and ran away to Australia. I got a sales job at Hicks Atkinson in Sidney all because of a young lady, but she ended up stealing all my money.”

“Just imagine, Karen, at 16, you were lamenting that you’d never been kissed, while at that age I was losing my virginity to a lady of the night in some dark dive in Asia.”

“I have a long list of conquests—take, for example, that dangerous liaison with the girlfriend of the Israeli Mafioso—Las Vegas branch, I mention no names—now that was insanity, the two of us entering her apartment one night when he was out of town, stumbling over our feet in our eagerness, hands poised to tear each other’s clothes off and then the gasp, the wide-eyed terror as she noticed the picture on the wall, and I turn to see that one and the next, and the next, all of them priceless pieces of art, turned to the wall. And the photos of her on the mantle, lying face down, not smashed in anger, but lined up neatly in a row, face down with finality.

The subtlety, the intelligence, the artfulness of the message not lost on me. I can appreciate a creative mind, a grand gesture, and how perfect was his thinking when he did this. My fear all the stronger, caught in a situation more dangerous than any I had ever known in a long list of dangerous situations.

“Not more than five frozen seconds of standing stupidly and staring before her frantic hiss, ‘Go, go!’ and she was pushing me out the door.

“‘You’ll be okay?’ What a meaningless, cowardly question to ask of the woman I was about to make love to and was instead scurrying away from like a scared rat.

“Her terrified eyes, and yet resigned. ‘Yes.’

“I left just like that, no more contact, no last kiss, rapidly and yet with perfect control, down the hall, the disciplined years of training returning, instincts on high alert, standing to one side as the elevator doors opened, prepared for a bullet to make a third eye in my forehead.

“I never saw her again. The message had done its job, the sender a man of class and distinction. I had helped him out of a sticky situation and so I suppose that is why I wasn’t gutted and thrown into the desert. Man to man, respect. The debt had been paid and I was never tempted to cross that bridge again. I don’t regret a minute of the mad pleasure, made that much realer, as with every ecstatic moan, every burn of flesh on flesh, we flirted with death. I have been lucky. I have lived. Who am I to complain that my time is up?”

So many stories.

“It doesn’t matter what people say, Karen, as long as they believe it. I’ve heard the most outrageous claims made by academics, junkies, gangsters, pastors, sweet old ladies, agonized housewives, shifty politicians and powerful businessmen. In the end their stories unify them. The banal accounting of a sweet old lady can hide a secret just as horrific and insanely perverse as the confession of a serial killer. “

We talked a lot about saving people, how you can’t save everyone—no, not their souls, or getting them off drugs, or anything really. In the end, everyone has to save themselves.

The burden of saving even monsters from death had sat on his shoulders for so long. And the time had come to let it go.

“It’s my name. A father shouldn’t give a son a name like Kaddish. It’s a curse.”

“And a blessing,” I said.

Shortly before his death, Casey called me for the last time.

“I had a dream,” he said. “We were sitting on the balcony of my condo in Santa Monica. We were sitting in chairs and I saw that your chair was floating in a pond where there were many beautiful koi fish. They were swimming around you, and I said, ‘Karen, wow, look at all those coy fish, you’re so lucky, those are the luckiest fish, and they’re swimming around you.’ And you know what? You looked, but for the life of you, you couldn’t see those fish. I just want you to know, they’re there, Karen! They’re all around you. The luckiest fish. You’re so lucky. Don’t ever forget it.”

By that point, he was in so much pain he could hardly speak, but he was determined to tell me his dream. I cried as he told it to me. Unbearable pain and unbearable beauty.

To the end, he gave so me much and those last words, along with the letters, were his greatest gift. Little did he know how important that dream would become in the difficult days ahead.

A page from Casey’s journal

There are monsters who live next door to us, or that we read about in the newspapers. There are monsters who are in prison. There are monsters on death row, and we feel safer because they can no longer hurt us.

And then there are the worst monsters of all, the Biden’s and the Fauci’s and the Gates’, who walk openly above us, never in our midst, so protected that no one can touch them. One moment they may be revered and worshiped. The next moment they may be despised and feared. It doesn’t seem to matter. They have been chosen by the overlords and there they stay until their use is done.

Looking at them after two years of death and destruction, still telling their lies, can fill us with anger and despair. But then I think of Maria and the others, singing outside the prison where their children are being held.

The human spirit is amazingly resilient. I think we will surprise ourselves in this coming year with our ability to act courageously and shed light upon the evil.

Casey left this earth on Valentine’s Day, 2000. I was on a plane flying back from Senegal to New York when it happened. I miss him most days.

And so, here I am, writing about Casey and the story of Mikki, just as my dear friend hoped I would. How I would love to have heard his thoughts on Biden, Fauci and Gates. I know he is smiling, with his usual touch of cynicism. He might have been an atheist, but if anyone is in heaven right now, it’s him.

Karen Hunt [aka KH Mesek] is an author and illustrator of 19 children’s books, the YA series Night Angels Chronicles and the science fiction novel, LUMINARIA: Tales of Earth & Oran, Love & Revenge, to be published in August. She recently returned from living in Luxor, Egypt where she started the first boxing club for girls. Having lived and traveled extensively behind the Iron Curtain, she is devoting her time to writing essays related to the loss of freedom in the West. You can read more of her work, or sign up to her newsletter, here. or follow her on twitter.

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