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i really like Patrick Byrne . . .
if you asked me before today as to “why”, before this here tweet of his below, i would tell you that he has kind eyes. It might sound silly but i’ve always relied on eyes as a barometric measurement to one’s soul.
Today’s tweet actually leveled me. It moved me to the point, i had to swallow hard so i could fight back tears . . .
I was sitting in my car outside my son’s school in Athens Greece, waiting for him to come out on his 10:45am break so i can measure his blood sugar.
Admittedly i’m this 48 year old grunt who’s got a mushy spot for honesty and bravery.
With so many people hiding these days, out of self preservation, or playing pretend, i gotta smile when i hear someone speaking from the heart and not giving a shit who knows and even less who cares about what anyone would think or would say about a self confessed personal physical or mental weakness. Public confessions seem to somehow separate the good from the plain nasty. Immediate reactions are priceless and quite telling as to primary and secondary motivations of individuals when relating to another’s weakness; many people would easily feel at home kicking another fellow human being when they’re down. I’ve always been the one to kick the ever loving shit out of anyone attempting to either take advantage or take a cheap shot of anyone else. It’s not just that i love underdogs, it might have a great deal with the fact that i’ve lived through a great deal of illness, suffering and death from a very early age. Cancer as is has been written by Siddhartha Mukherjee is the “Emperor of All Maladies”. It first attacked my father when i was a few years younger than my son is now, and because my father was a “tough son of a bitch” (he loved that colloquial term), he fought tooth and nail for many years with that imperial bastard before it ended. The first time i became familiar with a ventilator was the month before my father passed . . . so suffocation, literal, figurative and metaphorical are and have been reoccurring themes in life.
I found myself here at Giza, through Catherine Austin Fitts (an absolutely wonderful human being who reminded of an old friend) and Solari with one of her interviews with Dr. Farrell, one of many i have watched and rewatched before deciding to come here. I’ve never read any of Dr. Farrell’s books and was holding off to purchase the paper and ink versions, because of my past experience with kindle’s spontaneous random “corrections” to the digital text which i found really disturbing. If i would have to give reasons as to why i came to Giza, i would say that Dr. Farrell reminded of a priest i once knew, who was kind, patient, extremely knowledgeable, generous and although strong willed was at the same time non judgmental in the pejorative sense. That priest and that Dr. Farrell smokes with the same characteristic frequency and way as my father once did. My father would smoke 5 to 6 packs of Kent’s a day, on infrequent occasion when he couldn’t find a lighter in arms reach, would light a fresh cigarette with the one he was about to put out. I smoked for years, with the same frequency as both my father and Dr. Farrell, absolutely loved it and i stunk like a chimney, rolled my own cigarettes and used a zippo; that metallic “click-click” is music to my ears.
Patrick Byrne reminds me of my cousin, he had a characteristic degree of “altruism” which Patric Byrne exudes. My cousin was a pro Bono lawyer (which is why he was always broke) who fought civil rights cases here in Greece, he also had pulmonary cystic fibrosis. If life has a sense of deranged irony it’s this, he was on a years long waiting list for a lung transplant for which he was finally accepted in the US with a matching donor only to be denied entry for his political beliefs and people he legally defended, another donor was matched and found here in Europe a few months later but for the same reasons as in the US was denied entry. While waiting once again for a transplant he was diagnosed with cancer and passed away shortly there on. His dying wish was that at his funeral, he not have flowers, and that all money instead be put into a bank account for “Free Gaza” . . . Although i didn’t agree with many of my cousins political beliefs i did respect them and him, and admired him for his courage and generosity of spirit to help and fight for other human beings.
We live in a world of “suspensions” of masks, of “suffocating” measures, and the circumstances the wide world over are becoming worse and worse exponentially day by day, so much so, i fear the crescendo that is inevitably at hand.
I am tired of being afraid, feeling helpless and angry. In a recent GIZA members vidchat from Jan 15th 2021 part two, Bizantura wrote to Dr. Farrell “ . . . “Evil proliferates in fear” • “Fear diminishes personality” • “Humanity is at war with itself” . . . “
Oh how i agree, and was so pleasantly surprised by her and the comments of many others from that episode. It’s incredibly uplifting to hear likeminded thoughts, and my fear these passing days is that soon the super powers here in ElectroLadyLand will silence and completely isolate all of us into oblivion.
Patrick Byrne was suspended for a while on Twitter, now that he is back, and reading his latest tweet thread, i realize all the more why we need decentralization as Catherine Austin Fitts states and tools to protect ourselves and one another.
Read Patrick Byrnes tweet thread in it’s entirety , i feel that most if not all of you here at Giza won’t regret it and will actually understand him completely on a deeper level . . .
I apologize for the long ‘rant’, but felt like i was suffocating and had to get it out. I wish you all well, and hope wherever you are that you have wonderful day . . .

Thomas

https://twitter.com/patrickbyrne/status/1351799943569149955?s=10