I saw a line up recently at the pharmacy in a local drug store. I find it odd, and still cannot reconcile, people waiting their turn to be injected again, and again, each time someone shouts, Time for another shot, or two. Have people lost their minds?
Yes, dear reader, some people have lost their minds, or they have been blended and turned into mush, or somehow, cerebral matter, was pushed out, when poison was pumped in. Their thinking travels a maze without an exit that looks like this: I guess eight injections are better than seven, and nine is better than two, and three are just not enough, when ten is so much better. Wait, how many is that now? I lost count, heehee, o well, the medical people know what they are doing, so why should I be concerned? Man alive, while minds are being saturated with injected toxins, those of us watching the ritualistic behaviours of the line-up for next addicts, are mind-boggled, and mystified.
Offering a flu shot, a covid shot, a this, that, and the other shot, is diabolical. The injectors have given themselves over to devilment. defined as wreck-less mischief: they are causing injury and damage and these are chargeable offences. When we look closely, these people are agents of death, and no less then this, when they fill syringes with substances that they understand, may potentially cause harm and death, to the person injected; this is why victims are told to sit and wait, in case of a reaction. What, pray tell, can these clip-board criminals, do for someone that suddenly strokes, has a heart attack, ceases up and seizing, or drops dead, in front of the many people milling about, a Costco?
We are all in this together: this is the maximum that accompanied the propaganda pushing during the cv craze. And yes indeed, we are truly in this together, aren't we? The co-lateral damage is extreme. Just the other day, on November the 2nd, which was a Sunday, a fifty-two year old school bus driver had a sudden "medical emergency" (this translates into, the covid injection poisons, damaged his vital organs and inner workings, and caused a malfunction that yanked his life away in a moment of time) while transporting children. The bus ended up in a ditch on its side, four children were injured, and one child had the mental and emotional presence, to open the back exit door, so they could escape. The highway was closed to deal with what I call, without any fear of being accused of exaggerating, the disaster. If your child or children, take the bus daily, your heart ought to tremble, considering how many people were told that if they did not get covid injections, they would not be able to work, and how many people acquiesced. I saw way too many masked bus drivers during the sickest time in history, but then again, perhaps now is the sickest time in our current history, since so many are predictably, succumbing to the effects of all those injections. Sudden death is not an acceptable explanation for why so many humans are dropping dead without warning.
I am very concerned, dear reader. I fear for souls, unrepentant, ripe for damnation souls. Believing in Jesus as Saviour is not an option, it is a command from God, and yet, what has become glaringly obvious, is the oblivion with which people conduct their daily lives: they are unequal to the task of reconciling with death, because they either do not believe it will happen to them, or they somehow think the next life will be a trip to the park with sunshine and picnic baskets minus flies and ants.
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