“Buzz awhile.”—John Hiatt
Today is a big day in Washington State. Today Governor Insanelee’s mental crisis ends. It’s only been 975 days. His mental separation from humanity started long before then. It started when he got an invite from the WEF to be a speaker at one of their let’s kill off humanity meetings. Jay thought that sounded like a pretty good idea. Turn the world back green again. Make compost out of the dead bodies. Washington State has 7.5 million people. Jay is going to have a lot of compost for his garden.
Look how happy he is. Remember, smiling faces tell lies and I got proof. Oh yeah.
So, what changes after his mental emergency crisis is lifted? Not much. State diseased spreading employees are still required to be vaccinated. Jay said a while ago this is to punish republicans who oppose him. Does Jay think all state employees are republicans? Source.
A victory for college kids starting in 2023 if any are still alive.
This year Jay hosted the Crosscut Festival. There were some pretty recognizable names on the invite list. Names like Anthony Fauci and Adam Schitt. Jay also spoke at the conference. His talking topic was, Which way forward? It indicates he is confused. Do I go left, or do I go right? It’s a cry for help. It’s a good thing he invited a doctor. Doctor Fauci will point him in the right direction—straight to hell. I posted the big event on my Facebook.
Perhaps one of my family or friends would want to go and see which way Jay thinks is forward, or upside down. None of them know Jay is a part of the death cult. They think he’s just a guy addicted to raising taxes (33 times), participating in false flag shootings, and attending his little boy WEF Freemason meetings. That seems just fine with them. My hope that all the speakers would be in a rat-infested jail cell before the conference didn’t come true.
I hate the word hope. We really should delete it. Take it out of the dictionary. Make a law where it’s illegal to say the word hope. “Keep hope alive,” is the dumbest fucking thing ever spoken. Smash hope. Do you hope your way into heaven? No. You join a religion and obey all their rules then you get to go to heaven. The word hope is useless.
There wasn’t too much media hype for this event either. Perhaps it was so Dr. Fauci wouldn’t be mauled by adoring fans seeking autographs. Although Dr. Fauci would return a few months later to throw out the first pitch into the Mariners dugout and to receive an award from the Fred Hutchinson Cancer research for curing cancer. People think Dr. Fauci only saved humanity from a deadly virus with double masks and Remdesvir. They don’t know he also cured cancer. If we go conspiracy is there a connection to Dr. Fauci’s visit and the Mariners making the playoffs? All of the players did shake his hand. Kick that around a little bit.
Ending Jay’s WEF emergency mental crisis on Halloween cannot be just a coincidence. Day of the dead. He predicted the day the emergency would end more than a month ago. He’s a fucking prophet. These THINGS are amazing, or so they think about themselves. However, we aren’t out of the woods yet. Cases still remain high. We have to approach this cautiously. It’s flu season too and he has greatly reduced more than half the Wa. State’s populations immune systems with the deadly safe vaccine. Their immune systems are now functioning like a Yugo on three wheels.
I wonder what the longest emergency crisis that humanity has had to deal with is. Is it Jay Inslee? Jay will enter into the Guinness book of world records as the person who created the longest mental emergency crisis man has ever known—975 days. His name will live on forever. They may even name a bridge after him when he dies. The Governor Inslee bridge of emergency crisis. Please drive Insanelee.
I have a very busy schedule today. It started off reading a Steve Kirsch article at 3am and I thought it tied in nicely to what I wrote yesterday. Refresher: I wrote about doctors profiting off this genocide. They have tens of thousands of $ubscriber$ which they boast about and they charge them $7.00 or more a month just to read their holy words. How many subsrcibers does 10’s of thousands equal? Fifty thousand? Ninety thousand? Let’s say it’s only 65,000 subscribers. 65,000 X $7.00 =$450,000 a month. Did they ever make that much as a doctor? That’s $5,400,000 a year for writing about how bad the vaccine is—add in some scary nano-particles mixed in with spike proteins. Blind us with science.
I like Steve and I read all of his posts. Steve wrote this article why we shouldn’t trust the CNN for any health information. I laughed. A little early for laughter but get it out of the way. Should we trust CNN for health information? Should we trust doctors making millions off a genocide was the question it raised with me. My question for Steve.
Three others did like my question so three out of a million are wondering the same thing. I’m hoping Steve will answer the question. He’s a busy man and I’m very excited about his billboard scheduled to go up in two weeks. Stay focused on that. If he answers my question, I’ll update this post.
I was working as a lead machinist in a medical company a few years ago and there was this big mystery as to how much each of us made. At raise time you go into your boss’s office, and you come out .35 cents richer, and everyone is wondering who got the biggest raise. I went to the owner and made a suggestion. Why don’t we mount a great big white board out on the shop floor. The white board will have everyone’s name on it and what each person is earning. Machinist / Programmer Mike Huggins $30.02. Larry &#$% $1,550,987 President, and on and on. Done. Over. No mystery. I pitched the idea this way. It might make us all more productive. For instance, if I’m fucking off someone can challenge me. “You’re not worth thirty dollars an hour.” It would keep everyone working hard or harder. “That’s what she said.” He didn’t seem to like the idea. Probably doesn’t want his salary posted.
One day the owner came down on the shop floor and talked to me about a part he’d like made. Isn’t it a beauty?
The problem with the part is nobody in our industry could figure out how to make it. Doctors have been requesting the part for years. He told me if we could figure out how to fabricate this part it would launch our little company to the top and we’d be looked at as a leader in the industry. I said, “Wait a minute, Larry. You want me to make something that nobody on planet earth has figured out how to make. Is that what you are saying?” He nodded. Engineering was watching us talk.
He told me he got good positive feedback from engineering and that they’d have the drawings ready today and after I got the drawings, I was free to start on it. After he left engineering came over to me. “Mike, sorry man. We told him it is beyond machine specifications and beyond tooling specifications. It went in one ear and out the other. Good luck and we can’t offer you any support. You’re all alone on this one.” Shit.
I’m going to fast forward end this story because I have a very full day for an unemployed person. I DID IT. When I got the programming right I jumped up out of my chair and shouted, “I AM THE GREATEST PROGRAMMER IN THE WORLD. NOBODY IN THE WORLD COULD FIGURE OUT HOW TO DO IT BUT I DID. SOMEONE COME OVER HERE AND PAT ME ON THE BACK.” The owner was incredibly happy. He could now boast at trade shows that HE figured out how to make the part. I told him that I thought there might be some compensation for me considering we just beat the hell out of our biggest competitor—the Germans. He didn’t say anything. A meeting was called to discuss this manufacturing miracle. Management and engineering and me. Everyone was all smiles. “We did it,” was what everyone was saying. High fives. Handshakes. They didn’t do jack shit. I did it. The we is me.
Afterwards my manager who was a big fucking asshole who assaulted my night shift lead came to inform me that they were going to make a business card for me. I told him I don’t need a business card. He said he doesn’t care what I think they’ve already decided. He asked me what title I want on the card. I told him I want it to say my name and underneath PROGRAMMER EXTRODINAIRE. He said that’s stupid you can’t have that. I told him I just wrote a program that no other programmer on planet earth could write. I want PROGRAMMER EXTRODINAIRE. He walked away. Two weeks later a box of business cards was placed on my desk.
At the meeting the owner had the biggest goddamn $mile you’ve ever $een. I thought, here comes my compensation. How much would it be? A check for $50,000? Maybe a royalty off each part sold. I might walk out a rich man. The owner placed a bag on the long conference table. I was sitting next to him. He pulled out four bottles of champagne. He slid one over to me, one over to my manager who did nothing on the project, and two over to the engineers who told me the part cannot be made and they wouldn’t be able to support me. The owner told us as a team WE all did what nobody in our industry could figure out how to do. He told us the Germans routinely call the company asking for the name of the machinist who developed the machining process. My compensation, a bottle of champagne. He then sold the company for $55 million dollars becoming filthy rich. Before he walked out filthy rich, I negotiated a $10 an hour raise for every machinist in our department. It was an ugly fight I assure you. It lasted months. Once he agreed and signed off on it. I quit.
Author note: A company in India heard that I was the greatest programmer on planet earth and wanted to discuss hiring me as a consultant for a big project they are working on. Zoom conference call went very well. The unemployment party might end for me. Keep your fingers crossed. Maybe I won’t starve to death. WEF evil fucks will have to think of another way to kill me. The Germans still haven’t figured out how I did it. Auf Wiedersehen.
That made my day… hilarious. Good luck with the Indian project. Hope it doesn’t interfere with your writing.
Glad your state is out of quarantine or whatever the hell it was that ended today.
And since you mentioned baseball, GO PHILLIES!
My fingers, toes and eyes are all crossed for ya! Great article. Good luck! 🎃