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I see my Father, who is no dunce, every few weeks. We sit outside and talk since I am not allowed in the house by his wife, a former nurse and current president of a hospital, because, I have not had the experimental injection. Next month there is a big family re-union and yesterday while sitting on lawn chairs in the garage to avoid the torrential rains–it gets mighty cold doing this in the winter, I might add, but fortunately there are no health negatives to prolonged exposure–my father informed me, when asked, that I still wouldn’t be allowed in the house for the reunion, but I could still come…according to his wife. Scratch one reunion. I can’t see myself hanging around in the garage or out on the steps while the “vaccinated” cavort and feast inside. Presumably someone would leave a paper plate and a water dish outside for me, maybe they could hook me up to a chain so I could run back and forth…. I mention this here, to illustrate how diabolically effective and divisive this particular trauma based mind control psychological operation has been. Needless to say, I will not see my family next month, though I will continue to visit my Dad who has Parkinsons and said two extremely interesting things to me during our visit. The first was: “It’s going really fast, isn’t it? I never expected that I would live to see the end of the world.” The other thing was that he didn’t expect to be alive two years from now, and not on account of age or his condition. I know quite a few people who are in situations quite similar to my own. Not allowed in the house, cut off from friends and family, shunned and scorned as untouchables by the fearfully ignorant and cowardly masses. The fact that my fathers wife is a hospital president, underscores so many problems with our perhaps, providentially doomed civilization, that I don’t know where to begin. And the REAL FUN is yet to come….