1 I can always pretend I'd ask how it feels to know you endorsed an injection you knew nothing about except for the fact it was mightily hyped as 'safe and effective' but the simple truth is I won't ever ask since I know you'll never go to that place where if it weren't for unearthly courage such a question could never be faced. In a world that's not real I'd ask how it feels to know that you fell for their trap; to know how devoutly you touted a jab reliable liars in positions of trust and power extolled to no end but living in the world we do and being as we'd been the best of friends I know the sting to admit you were had would be much too acute to endure so close on the heels of losing your lad.
Yup ... it's painful, after all "the truth hurts". But it's nowhere near as painful as siding with lies.
Deceit eats the soul. And whether they actively further deceptions or merely subscribe to denial, whether they know it or not, deceivers (of either others or themselves) succumb to spiritual cancer.
As if language were a quarry, and words were chunks of rock, we build towers of truth, block by quarried block, to help us see above and beyond, the devastated, mendacity littered landscape. Sorry ... couldn't help myself.
Yes, that's quite the “break”! A “foot for every year”.
With regards to my poem, I think it bears pointing out, that the real, implied diabolical genius, resides in the fact that discussion and/or contemplation of the cause of the child's death is psychologically off-limits … a programmed Stockholm syndrome, as it were, of which the psychopathocracy would have been all too aware in their plans.
And of course, no discussion and/or contemplation, equals no lessons learned by the victims and no legal reckoning for the criminals. In short, the perfect crime … by design.
Speaking of "every Covid shot that is offered", on Saturday night I was talking to a friend who I'd heard had undergone surgery of some sort or other a few months ago. I'd assumed it was a knee or hip surgery. It turns out it was cancer! Not only that, but he said he'd taken ALL the boosters.
Long story short, I suggested that the jabs were, more likely that not, the cause of his cancer. I also later emailed him info on repurposed drugs (Ivermectin, Fenbendazole, Menbendazole). It will be interesting to see if he chooses to include any of these in his treatment.
Will the walls of denial ever fall? Maybe for a few... Such a powerful poem. We can see the carnage around us...but it's still a big mystery to the many...and it only seems cruel to bring up the subject.
"Maybe for a few" ... agreed! The majority will take it to their grave ... unless the herd were somehow turned around. Sheeple, after all, are sheeple, and will follow the herd no matter what, no matter where. Unless the MSM / Mighty Wurlitzer herding machine relents, it don't look good.
This poem was revised on September 1, 2025.
You’ve done it again.
This one hurts
Whether it is to an individual close to you, known to you, or to any one of the too many parents whose reality you describe
This piece packs a punch
Yup ... it's painful, after all "the truth hurts". But it's nowhere near as painful as siding with lies.
Deceit eats the soul. And whether they actively further deceptions or merely subscribe to denial, whether they know it or not, deceivers (of either others or themselves) succumb to spiritual cancer.
Truth is our detoxicant … “hurts so good”.
Very moving and on point.
As if language were a quarry, and words were chunks of rock, we build towers of truth, block by quarried block, to help us see above and beyond, the devastated, mendacity littered landscape. Sorry ... couldn't help myself.
So that makes you a stonemason, a craftsman who arranges stocks and rocks so they make something beautiful...and useful.
Stonemason ... sounds good!
Freemason ... not so much.
Bone-chillingly honest. Made me think of Seamus Heaney's "Mid-Term Break" (https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/57041/mid-term-break), but yours is even more harrowing.
Yes, that's quite the “break”! A “foot for every year”.
With regards to my poem, I think it bears pointing out, that the real, implied diabolical genius, resides in the fact that discussion and/or contemplation of the cause of the child's death is psychologically off-limits … a programmed Stockholm syndrome, as it were, of which the psychopathocracy would have been all too aware in their plans.
And of course, no discussion and/or contemplation, equals no lessons learned by the victims and no legal reckoning for the criminals. In short, the perfect crime … by design.
💯 I broached that Chinese finger-trap in these pieces:
• https://margaretannaalice.substack.com/p/what-caused-david-mirandas-death
• https://margaretannaalice.substack.com/p/letter-to-a-mainstream-straddler
As usual, a darn fine read. And Bob and Anne's cartoons are spot-on memish.
I had no idea Glenn was vaxx-unaware as late as January 22, 2022 ... so sad!
Thank you, RPP, and I have a feeling he is still wearing blinders, probably partly for the reasons you illuminated in your poem 😢
I read the "straddler" many moons ago. Now I'll have to read "mirandas". Thanks!
I want to print this poem and frame it. So precisely have you described a dear friend of mine who gets every Covid shot that is offered.
Thanks ... so glad it resonates with you.
Speaking of "every Covid shot that is offered", on Saturday night I was talking to a friend who I'd heard had undergone surgery of some sort or other a few months ago. I'd assumed it was a knee or hip surgery. It turns out it was cancer! Not only that, but he said he'd taken ALL the boosters.
Long story short, I suggested that the jabs were, more likely that not, the cause of his cancer. I also later emailed him info on repurposed drugs (Ivermectin, Fenbendazole, Menbendazole). It will be interesting to see if he chooses to include any of these in his treatment.
I feel your pain. Some truths cut too deep to ever be spoken out loud.
"Some truths cut too deep to ever be spoken out loud." — Fact!
Will the walls of denial ever fall? Maybe for a few... Such a powerful poem. We can see the carnage around us...but it's still a big mystery to the many...and it only seems cruel to bring up the subject.
"Maybe for a few" ... agreed! The majority will take it to their grave ... unless the herd were somehow turned around. Sheeple, after all, are sheeple, and will follow the herd no matter what, no matter where. Unless the MSM / Mighty Wurlitzer herding machine relents, it don't look good.