I browse new here several times a day, I check Zero Hedge several times a day, and I drop in on infowars a few times a day. I feel like I’ve reached the end of the internet. I’m not satiated.

Periodically i’ll check on whitney webb, james corbett, glenn greenwald, but where’s the good shit? The really far out, wild shit?

PS - I’m loving this Aussie Cossack Saga, watched his release vid this morn!

In late August, I woke up one morning with my left shoulder in an unbelievable amount of pain. I had had mobility issues in the shoulder for over a year. And I knew which ways I could bend it, but on this particular day, it was an intense maddening pain.

I popped some Naproxen Sodium (Aleve) and after two hours of sobbing like a baby and rocking back and forth, I decided to drive myself to the Emergency Room at St. David’s South— in Austin TX.

My father and my brother both have severe ankylosing spondylitis, And I was sure I had it, too. My brother had a total hip replacement in his 30’s. And he’s needing to get a shoulder replacement, too. I thought that this is what is happening to me. The shoulder was/is frozen, since that day, I’ve had to put on and take of my shirts in a strange-looking way that takes about 20 seconds. I can still barely move the shoulder.

So after I get to the ER, which is pretty empty on a weekday around 9:00, I’m put in an examination room. Two people are in there with me. They don’t ask about my vaccine status. I’m wearing a mask and they are too, of course.

One is male, younger, and the other is a female. The doctor comes in for about 2 minutes and asks me some questions. I’m left with the male and female nurses. They leave. They come back. One asks for my SSN# even though I had put it on the intake form. They leave, they come back.

One of them tells me that they are going to give me 3 shots. “THREE shots?” I ask. “Yes.” “Well,” I said, I was thinking a steroid and a painkiller, what is the 3rd shot?” The male nurse gives me this story about how “sometimes it helps... blah blah something something one in each arm and one in the rear.” I am in severe pain. I’ve never felt pain like this in my entire life. I just want to feel better. They can tell I’m sort of resisting the idea of 3 shots because it sounds ridiculous. But again, I’m game. Whatever. Just make the pain stop.

So they leave. They come back. “OK, we’re not gonna give you the 3 shots, we just talked to the doctor and... blah blah blah”

So I roll up my sleeve while the female nurse is talking to me and the male nurse is sitting at the little fold down table/station drawing up the shots, pulling vials down. “Alright, here we go”

I look over and there’s more than two vials on the workstation. I didn’t notice if they were there before. The female nurse stands over and advises him. Like this guy has never given a shot before. He sticks the needle in deep into my muscle, very deep, deeper than any shot i’ve ever received. She nods in approval, the shot hurts like a mother fucker. He has a strange look in his eyes and i’m looking him right in his eyes. He says, while the needle is still in my arm, “Yeah i’m used to giving shots on the ambulance.”Haha (fakeish laugh) “Well I can bounce around a little bit if that helps” (He fake laughs again)

I stand up and he gives me a shot in my ass. I get some X rays, and go to a little waiting area outside the room.

My shoulder begins to feel WORSE. Tears are streaming down my face. Noone is around, i finally flag down a doctor and ask if i could get some of those chemical icepacks that you break. Someone comes by and gives them to me. I out the icepacks on it and lay back in the chair as it throbs.

Finally, i’m released to go and it still feels bad. I know they won’t straight up give you morphine anymore, so i just chalk it up to some shitty painkiller.

The next day, my shoulder feels a bit better but there is a new and different pain around the injection site. Maybe the nurse hit some nerve. The pain is all down my arm and my left hand’s fingers were and remain drawn up like a half clenched fist at rest. I can’t seem to take a deep breath. My left ear now feels ‘full’ and rings sometimes off and on.

...when i get my discharge papers, my insurance bill, all of the paperwork... none of it lists what the two “medicines” were.

I’m going back to the hospital on monday and asking for my detailed clinical records. I want to know what they shot me up with. Hopefully i’m just being paranoid. If the records don’t show the vaccine, my plan is to go back a week later and say “i lost my vaccine card, i was here at so and so time, can you check the database and print me another?”

It’s possible they were bleeding heart narrative buying nazi brainwashed dogooders. It’s possible they didn’t put it in the records at all.

If I can find no proof they vaxxed me, fine. I’ll just chalk it up to paranoia, chalk the weird anomalies up to coincidence. And move on...

But if I can prove it, i’m suing. Hands down, I want to go for a couple of million in court.

It sucks that I can’t trust the system that’s supposedly there to help me. I’ve been to 2 doctors since and am waiting for insurance preapproval to get an MRI to see if I have bursitis or torn ligaments or a frozen shoulder. Good news is the rheumatologist said i don’t have ankylosing spondylitis.

Well, that’s it. Pray for me i guess.

-no-ez

Spooks and Glowies are everywhere, and we conspiracy investigators a just a tinge more prone to paranoia than others. Eventually we will need to organize.

What are some steps you can take to ensure your members are not infiltrators if you wished to create communes, unions, communities, protest groups, volunteer orgs, etc.?

Alright, I’ll Start: If you own a company of 100 or more employees, splinter your company. Shell company with wholly owned subsidiaries. If it’s a family business owned by you, here’s the workaround, as an example:

Owner’s company now has 99 employees. Owner’s wife’s new company has 99 emlployees. Owner’s brother’s new company has 99 employees...

And so on.

There’s also the “independent contractor” schtick where you give your former employees 1099s and say they own themselves as a company and are contracting work to you. They pay more in income taxes because they are a business owner, and they pay both halves of the employment tax, but whatever.

Any CPA’s and accountants feel free to weigh in...

We will fight this fight using legal instruments, courts, and our brains... any other ideas?

Does anybody remember a conspiracy show that would come on one of the big 3 networks late night or early morning during the weekend in the mid-late 1990’s?

It was kind of like 60 minutes, Dateline, CBS Sunday Morning, or Unsolved mysteries —in that it had a host and several different features in each episode? They were made like investigatory reports, sometimes with dramatizations/re-enactments, witnesses, etc.

It would cover topics like UFOs, Astral Projection, spontaneous human combustion, Cryptozoology, etc. Swear to G-d, I would always wake up mysteriously in the night and my tv would be on as soon as this show would come on when i was a tween. And i would just sit there, frozen in fear in the dark and watch this show. I watched one episode’s feature about HAARP and it freaked me out lol. I also remember this one about how people would imagine themselves being somewhere and then people at those places would witness the people. (Example: people hearing their wives/husbands opening the doors, setting their keys down, opening the fridge, use the bathroom, feeding the pets— all the while they were actually stuck in traffic and just imagining being home)

I’ve tried searching for it and I’m coming up empty-handed. This show wasn’t “Beyond Belief: fact or fiction.”

Was I being MK Ultra’d or does anyone else remember this lol??

Also, I never saw Joe Rogan or Jesse Ventura’s shows. Got any MSM conspiracy shows to recommend? (Huge X-files fan here, but i’m talking non-fiction shows...)