BLOCKED

“The earth does not belong to man, man belongs to the earth. All things are connected like the blood that unites us all. Man did not weave the web of life, he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.”—Chief Seattle

I climb out of bed at 5:34am, walk to my computer, open Word and write the word BLOCKED. Then I climb back in bed and drift off to sleep. Later I awake, take a pee, wander downstairs, get a cup of tea, wave at Ghost Gardens, go to my office, log onto my computer and I’m

I’ve been writing my dully elected state representatives for 9 months now. I kind of feel like they are family. Family I don’t want. One of the State Rep’s, democrat Rick Larsen blocked me. I think he’s the only one to do this. This means he must have read the VRR and he can’t handle it. He no doubt passed this task to block me to his assistant. They were then responsible for finding an I/T guy to work on Rep. Larsen’s computer to block my reports from landing in his inbox. He can’t even handle it going in there. Even that disturbs him. All he has to do is hit delete. Too much for Rep. Larsen.

How many hours did the I/T guy mess with his computer redirecting my email? It’s fun to think about. Oh, the fear these things have. I think it’s illegal for state Reps to do this. I’m not spamming them. They all know I’m a legitimate, reputable, investigative journalist. I became one after they had me terminated this year. I’m also a resident in the state of Washington and they are supposed to REPRESENT my wishes or give a reason why they can’t. They are SERVANTS. Dick Larsen may have blocked the Reaper, but his assistant didn’t. What does that tell us?

I ask them real questions, “What is your definition for the word safe?” They don’t know. That is my conclusion. I directed them to the newest dictionary, pointed out sources on the internet and after all of that they still don’t have an answer. I asked my not yet three-year-old granddaughter recently, and she gave a pretty good definition. “It’s when you don’t fall down the stairs, and ah, and ah, bonk your head and get this red mark on you head.” I told her she is smarter than any state lawmaker in Wa. State and smarter than any public health officer / impersonator in Wa. State and for her answer she gets a popsicle. I’m going to email her answer to RocHELLe Walensky. She doesn’t know the definition either.

I’m still a little irritated with Steve Kirsch. He blocked me and all of his free subscribers from posting comments. I discovered this after I agreed to help him with the CDC. Steve was BLOCKED by them, those THINGS. I have to admit when I read Steve’s post I did think Steve and his team seriously lacked creativity. I provided him with my personal information including my real phone number. Steve and I got into a one email exchange over it before he handed it off to his staff. This is the only contact I’ve ever had with a billionaire. I’m not very impressed.

I have a few rich friends but when I ask them how much money they have they won’t tell me. I tell them how much I have. After my challenge free subscribers were once again allowed to post. Steve will probably say it had nothing to do with my challenge. That’s fine, at least people can comment again.

He asked his one million subscribers to help him shot-gun email blast the CDC. Collected all of this data on them and then opted out and decided to just have a single doctor email them with no explanation why he excluded his subscribers from helping. You kind of feel a little raped.

Here is the official response from the CDC about the death safety signal being triggered in VAERS

 I told you what I see happening here is subscribers are being led down this pathway of bullshit only to get to the end and it’s changed or it dead ends. The writer who took them down it just wasted their time. The writer than offers no explanation, isn’t challenged by their subscribers and then they repeat this again. Steve’s post illustrates this.

To all of them I ask, “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?” Several have challenged me on my language. Primarily the word fuck. I politely explained that this is war language. I’m in a war. I have been since March 2, 2020. When you’re fiercely engaged in battle saying I love you to your advancing enemy seems inappropriate to me. I’m a grunt warrior. I don’t care if my language offends. I’m not trying to make friends. I’m trying to stop my enemy / our enemy. I’m offended by people who want to kill me, and you. They fucking piss me off something fierce.

There’s always a story in a story. Sometimes it’s a fuck story. I was once scheduled to give a talk on my experiences with aliens, demons, and wonderful spirits, and some nasty ones too. A full-on presentation showing my material. I was going to blow this group of ET nutters away. I met the scheduler in a bar to finalize arrangements. She brought an attorney. I drank beer while I gave them a brief view of what I would present. I didn’t show them the really good stuff. In talking to them I once used the word, “fuck.” I said, “It’s fucking crazy.”

Everything was agreed upon and a date and time were scheduled. She thanked me and shook my hand. The two left and I stayed and drank another beer. When I got home there was an email from the woman. She once again thanked me and told me how excited she is for my presentation. The next morning, I received another email from her. It read, “Mike you are the most disgusting human being I have ever met. I have canceled your presentation and notified all who planned to attend. I fine the word, fuck, to be highly offensive, gross, and anyone who utters it despicable.” My thought after, I bet she’s never listened to George Carlin’s stand-up act. Another thought, I know exactly who BLOCKED me and why they don’t want me showing what I have. Aliens like to hide. MUFON is a shill organization.

A few weeks ago nobody could read Dr. Robert Malone’s Substack unless you paid. My first reaction to him was FU then. After writing several articles on Dr. Profitoffagenocide and challenging him on this, “SUDDENLY,” you can read him for free. He gives no explanation for this. Was it the VRR challenge? Maybe it’s a vaccine injury. The graphene moving up to his brain and it brain farts and he decides to open it up. Maybe he was just counting all of his money he makes off his Substack and he feels a kindne$$ again. Maybe he feels guilty for inventing a product that is killing people all over the planet, there’s no evidence to support that one, is there. I like it when they leave it to speculation. Everyone is free to take this wherever you want. It gets the creative juices flowing.

I mentioned there are background discussions going on over this profit off a genocide. One stepped up and explained it to me over the phone this morning—Dr. X. I listened quietly and when it was my turn to speak I didn’t pussy out. I challenged. I throw the high heat. We passionately debate. We finish and agree to talk again. I say, “I love you. Good-bye.” I’ve never met the person, but I love that the person would talk to me and I love everyone who aren’t trying to murder me.

I did explain this isn’t just a VRR thang. Many subscribers, mine and theirs want this discussion to happen. For some reason they seem reluctant, or don’t want it to happen. I told Dr. X it kind of makes them look like money whores profiting off a genocide. Dr. X agreed that it could look that way, understood this, but what avenue do they have to clear it up? It’s tough, I agree. I offered a suggestion. Dr. X will enter into discussions with others and see if it can be cleared up. If it does it was so simple. That’s all I was after.

I could have recorded the conversation and if I would have you would have heard Dr. X’s passion. It flowed out. You would have heard your authors too. Mine equally matched Dr. X’s, but mine didn’t flow as well. I told Dr. X I entered this war on March 2, 2020. I’ve never stepped out of it. I walked the hallways of Evergreen Hospital looking for a virus and nobody attempted to stop me. I could tell we are fighting on the same side. I hope Dr. X knows this. My wife thought I was a little too passionate, too verbal, too loud. I told her no I wasn’t. I told her I want Dr. X to know how committed I am to this cause just as Dr. X is. My wife then nodded in agreement and then said, “Give me a kiss.”

If you place UPGRADE TO PAID on your article three times you seriously look like a money whore, and you probably are one. You are a Dr. Profitoffagenocide. I will gladly give you my phone number to discuss this with you. I received no challenge on that issue from Dr X. I was surprised Dr. X didn’t know that I except no money off my Substack and that there is no UPGRADE TO PAID. I explained to Dr. X I have a current income of $00.00 and everyday my income goes one way DOWN. I trust universe will provide. There are signs of that. To be fair Dr. X hasn’t read but maybe one of my articles.

 I told Dr. X it feels morally wrong and unethical to me to profit off this in anyway. Dr. X explained how expensive it is to get the word out via conferences and the written word and the time it takes. At times Dr. X works for just $20 an hour. Checkers at Safeway make more.  

A lot is happening in our war. We must call each other out from time to time. It’s uncomfortable, but we get clarity. It happens in war and I believe it makes us stronger warriors. Prove me wrong.

Yesterday was Native American Indian Day. I apologize for not honoring that and making a post.  It was IN Q. The spirit took me to other places. I have a lot to write on the Native American Indians. I think my subscribers will find it fascinating.