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April 29, 2021

Tracking the beast: An economist’s 2020 statistics that broke my heart

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jane Stillwater @ 9:58 am

Editor’s note:  Here’s my most important article to date (except of course for my reports from, Iraq, Palestine, North Korea, Syria, etc. — but I digress)

     Apparently 100,000 Americans died needlessly in 2020 so that Big Pharma could sell us this useless injection crap.  That’s just cold.  To watch 100,000 Americans die miserably and alone?  For a con game?  They gotta have hearts of ice to do that.  

     Please watch this video if it’s the only thing you do between now and when your heart breaks too.  https://rumble.com/vg6na3-covid-lies-cost-100000-lives-mark-skidmore.html

PS:  I’m putting this link here because it’s being censored you know where else.

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April 22, 2021

Face masks, lip reading & 400 days of Hell for the deaf

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jane Stillwater @ 2:46 pm
     I met a set of identical twins the other day.  One twin was deaf and the other one wasn’t.  One was surviving the lock-down okay — but the other one was just about driven crazy by it.  Guess which one was deaf?
     “All my life, I’ve gotten by in this world by lip-reading,” said the deaf twin, “but now, suddenly, there are no more lips to read.”  He hates being deaf.  But even more than that, he hates face masks.  You would too if you were deaf.
     Sure, Newsom and Cuomo always use ASL interpreters at their press conferences.  Bully for them.  But where was this concern for the deaf when the face-mask mandate was decreed?  Where was the Americans with Disabilities Act?
     Face masks don’t even hardly “Stop the Spread” anyway — perhaps only 2% of it.  Not that it matters.  We were only spozed to be locked down for 14 days anyway, remember?  Now we’ve suffered though 400 days of lock-down, with no end in sight, all because of a disease with a 0.1% death rate at most.  Even death rates from experimental injections are starting to climb up toward that rate.
PS:  A whole bunch of COV!D patients were actually killed by being put on intubators instead of from the disease — even despite what we are being told on Gray’s Anatomy about intubators’ efficacy.  And these twins are yet another example of well-meaning medical science gone haywire.  One twin was put on too much oxygen at birth.  One twin wasn’t.  Guess which twin ended up deaf?
PPS:  Deaf people aren’t the only ones having trouble communicating without being able to see faces.  Our babies are also living in “Mask up or Move On” hell as well.  How can they possibly move on without access to these important learning-milestone facial cues?
We’ve all been living in an Eternal Halloween for over 400 days now.  And even we who are not hearing-impaired are being driven crazy too.  Perhaps its time to rip off the masks.
Resources:
Hmmm.  Why was the COV!D-19 virus patented even before the Plandemic? Plandemic 2 Indoctornation is now available online (but not on YouTube):  https://www.bitchute.com/video/nHRz9BAivNDZ/?fbclid=IwAR3NjWkQVyu1CjZKERJ-jqfX0pWEW9YQQrIjH9OxOgeqinGaNXWvaVpkHtU
Are face masks even dangerous?  Duh, yeah.  https://www.aier.org/article/the-dangers-of-masks/
And where is all this leading to?  Good question!  https://odysee.com/@GeopoliticsAndEmpire:f/AlisonMcDowell-GreatReset:c?fbclid=IwAR2XY9wgCRrXb8w5OjMinFQNEnauRLTvgqzzc0C6jhrhwy9lpgt4utVluCM

You want more evidence that we are in a Plandemic?  Here it is:  https://alethonews.com/2021/04/15/reiner-fuellmich-we-have-the-evidence/

And you think that they aren’t censuring us just because we dare to question the dominant narrative?  LOL.  https://ijvtpr.com/index.php/IJVTPR/article/view/22/25
https://odysee.com/@FearlessNation:7/Unregistered-161-James-Corbett-(VIDEO):a

And here’s everything you ever wanted to know (and much more) about the actual science behind COV!D.  “The Swiss Policy Research  website provides an ongoing compendium of information with links to studies, etc. and also easily digestible graphs of various statistics”:

And Pfizer doesn’t have all that hot of a post-vaccine injury record either.  It’s not just J&J that should be put on pause:  https://www.unite4truth.com/post/pfizer-covid-19-vaccine-european-united-states-reporting-systems-flag-severe-safety-issues

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April 18, 2021

Tesla, BMW & Corvette: My return to Silicon Valley

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jane Stillwater @ 3:13 pm
Editor’s note:  Much to my absolute horror, I’ve just lost my red spiral notebook — the one where every single detail of my most recent visits to Palo Alto, Mountain View, Sunnyvale and Cupertino are faithfully recorded.  “N-o-o-o-o!” I wailed.  It was almost like losing a child — or at least a brain-child.  So I have tried really hard to reconstruct my journey here as best as I can.
 
PS:  If you happen to find my red spiral notebook, pleeeze let me know.  But it’s okay if you read it first — it’s too full of hot gossip to resist.  I will understand.

March 15, 2021:
  The good news is that I just scored a one-day job in Palo Alto for next week.  Can’t turn that one down.  Not in these freaky days.  But the bad news is that I need to take six (6) different PCR tests before reporting for duty.  And every single test needs to be taken at a site that’s 39.7 miles away.  Will my poor sweet 1990 Toyota make it that far?  And back again too?  Seven different times?  I just can’t ask my little red car to be that stalwart.  Braveheart though my car is, I’m gonna have to take the train.
 
     First you take BART to Millbrae, then cross over the tracks, jump onto CalTrain, sit around in the parlor car for a half hour and then boom, you’re in Palo Alto.  Except wait — what!  CalTrain is leaving without me?  “Stop that train!” I screamed.  It didn’t even slow down.  That sucks eggs.  I’m gonna be late for my test.  Crap.  But, wait.  There’s a bus.  Going south.  Run, Jane, run!  “How long will this bus ride take?”
 
      “Just a couple of hours.”  I’m screwed.
 
     Chewing my nails.  Pacing the aisle.  How am I going to explain this to the boss?  Started thinking up excuses.  “The dog ate my homework.”  Sprinted to the test center.  They were just packing up.  “Wait for me-e-e!”  Whew.  Passed the test.  The train ride back was anti-climactic.  But I did get to read 50 pages in the latest Robert Galbraith novel — which is 900 pages long, BTW.
 
March 16, 2021:  Wash, rinse, repeat.  Caught the train on time.  Passed the test.  “Negative.”  Another 75 pages read.
 
March 17, 2021:  “Daddy, what’s a train?  Is it something you can ride?” I sang.  “Railroading on the great divide, nothing around me but Rockies and sky!”  Five or six more railroad songs later, 60 more pages read, another PCR negative report.  Enough is enough.  I’m driving down there tomorrow and getting a motel room.
 
March 18, 2021:  Yet another negative test.  Whoopee.  Now it’s time to go watch the Hallmark channel and eat take-out from Chipotle down the street.  Gotta love motel life.  This was a fabulous idea.

March 19, 2021:  Negative again.  What do you know.  Since the lock-down started 400 days ago, I’ve been to twenty different American cities, worked the census and worked the election — yet still can pass a PCR test.  Makes you think for a minute about just exactly how dangerous COVID actually might be, right?  And I haven’t even gotten the flu.
 
March 20, 2021:  Yet another negative PCR test.  This is stupid.  Weren’t we spozed to “flatten the curve in 14 days” — a year ago?  Big Pharma has once again proved for certain that most Americans were born under a turnip truck.  But I don’t care.  I gots a cute little motel room and they don’t.  Humph.
 
March 21, 2021:  Another day, another negative PCR test.  Finished my job.  It felt good to be working again if even just for one day.  Did I mention that I hate the lock-down too?  Watching small businesses be destroyed, children freaked out by eternal Halloween masks and teenagers swallowing drugs is just not my idea of fun.
 
     But you know what my idea of fun really is?  Going off to see my parents in the graveyard.  Telling them about my horrendous year of COVID.  Chatting to them when they’re not in a position to talk back!  On the drive home tomorrow, I’m going to stop by their cemetery and say hello.  And bring them some pie too.  What a good daughter I am.  Too bad it took me all this long to learn how.
 
     This evening at twilight, I drove around Palo Alto just because I could.  All this time I had been thinking that Berkeley had become a paradise for rich techies.  Boy was I wrong.  Palo Alto is the freaking mothership for rich techies.  Good grief, the whole place smells like money.  Even East Palo Alto is starting to turn like a sunflower toward the One Percent.  There’s a Porsche in every Palo Alto driveway almost and ads for ten-million-dollar-plus palaces take up pages and pages of the local weekly rag.
 
     But then I started asking myself, “Just how far can technology go, really?”  What is its end game?  Nothing but gadgets?  Chips inserted under our skin and inside our brains?  Don’t laugh!  It will happen.  And then what?  You can’t eat technology — and you can’t hug it either.  “Moderation in all things,” said Euripides, meaning in this case that there must be some middle ground between becoming android robots sitting in front of a monitor screen 24 hours a day or going back to being cavemen.
 
       Plus I truly do not understand how come the American Left is so fond of lock-downs and experimental injections and yellow-star passports.  The American Left valiantly protested against JFK lies, Vietnam lies, Jim Crow lies, Iraq lies, Watergate lies, etc. yet suddenly the American Left thinks that Big Pharma and the Davos Boyz are saintly corporate do-gooders incapable of telling a lie?  Will somebody please tell my how this is actually a thing?
 
March 22, 2021:  On my way to the graveyard in the mountains above San Mateo, I stopped by Filoli Gardens.  “Filoli stands for ‘Fight for what you want, love with great passion and live your life to the fullest,’ the motto of the guy who built this place.  Bet you wouldn’t see him cowering under the bed because of a virus with a 0.02% death rate.  Bet he’d be out there stealing from us just like the guys in Big Pharma do today!
 
     But the gardens were lovely.  And the house was spectacular.  Louis the Fourteenth, eat your heart out.  The butler even had a butler here.  And this was before Silicon Valley was even invented.
 
      Then a bizarre thing happened when I arrived at the cemetery.  I couldn’t find my parents’ graves.  What!  Had Mom and Pop suddenly gone zombie walkabout?  For two whole hours I tramped up and down that freaking hillside.  I’d been there dozens of times before and always found them right away.  Holy crap.  “Mom!  Pop!  Where are you?!?”  They weren’t particularly there for me when I was a kid because my father was a typical 1950s workaholic and my mother was all depressed by suburban life — but I had actually assumed that after they were dead, they would at least stay in one place!  Brokenhearted, I drove home in disgust.
 
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April 9, 2021:  Suddenly I seem to be spending a whole bunch of time in Silicon Valley.  Back to Sunnyvale for another one-day gig.  Drove down this time.  Any excuse to spend time in inexpensive motels!  And this time my employers gave me an antigen test.  They used that instead of the old PCR one.  Negative again.  “You don’t have COVID now and you never had COVID,” is what this new test apparently means.  Fine with me.  Or maybe I’m just not trying hard enough?
 
April 10, 2021:  “Good job, Jane,” they told me at the job site.  Nice to be appreciated.  And the motel I stayed in had an actual swimming pool!  And it was heated!  But you had to make a reservation to swim in it and only one person could swim at a time.  But who cares!  It was the first time I’d been swimming in the past 389 days!  OMG, how much I have missed swimming!  And then I ate take-out from Taco Bell.  Life is good.
 
     My motel was three blocks away from the nearest Tesla dealership.  And I must have passed at least two BMW dealerships on the main drag.  Plus vintage Corvettes are as common here in Sunnyvale as Hondas are in Berkeley.  But they did have a Goodwill store here too.  I snagged some high-end sneakers.  Even the Goodwill is high-end around here.
 
April 11, 2021:  Treated myself to a trip to the legendary Winchester Mystery House.  Spooky.  What can I say?  Haunted by ghosts?  Apparently not.  But there are lots of creaking doors, cold spots and lights that flash on and off.  My electromagnetic field monitor went crazy.  Totally satisfying if you are into that sort of stuff.  Ghostbusters!  Well worth the trip.  Plus I also bought a refrigerator magnet in the gift shop.
 
April 12, 2021:  Time to go back to Berkeley.  Just one more task to accomplish on this side of the Bay — track down my missing parents!  Apparently they got back from their ghostly sabbatical just in time for my next visit.  First I found my mom’s grave, sat next to her, cried a bit and told her all about my year of living dangerously in times of COVID.  Then I found my pop’s grave and told him the whole story too.
 
     Both my mother and father lived through the 1930s Great Depression — and both of their families were poor as dirt even before that.  Pop’s father was an itinerant  migrant worker in California’s Central Valley and my mother’s mother was the economically-challenged wife of a dead wagon driver from Banning, trying to raise three fatherless kids out in a desert in SoCal.  Both of my parents worked their way through UCLA during that Great Depression and then my father served in the Pacific during World War II.

     I can’t even imagine either of my parents ever becoming terrified by a little virus with a 0.02% death rate.  Americans these days have gone soft.

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April 14, 2021

My trip to Sacramento: Capitol crimes, pizza & the #38 bus

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jane Stillwater @ 3:01 pm
 
Editor’s note:  This article is a relatively long one, hopefully designed to eventually become a chapter in my future book about traveling dangerously in times of COVID.
 
January 20, 2021:  “Why are you going to Sacramento?” asked my neighbor as she watched me lug a suitcase over to my wonderful little 1990 Toyota.  Damned if I know why.  Maybe to have a nice little chat with Governor Newsom and finally set him straight?
 
     “Stop being such a brat,” I would tell him.  “Go to your room.  And take all those freaking face masks with you.  We’re done here.”  But will he listen?  Probably not.  Hell, I’m 78 years old — far too frail to wear a freaking face mask, especially since the nano-particles in those ugly blue ones are in the same fiber family as asbestos.  Definitely not a good look!
 
     Now I’m all settled into my Sacramento motel room, watching reruns of Golden Girls — and I’m older than any of them.
 
     So.  The drive to Sacramento took about two hours because I stopped in Vacaville to visit the famous Rock Shop.  Around 200 feet square, it’s as big as the ground floor of Macy’s — and filled with geodes and amethysts and crystals and all kinds of cool stuff.  I bought $25 worth of cool stuff.  Totally satisfactory.  Rock on!
 
     As I drove by the state capitol building on my way to the motel, the National Guard had just finished packing up.  About 30 Humvees were about to roll out.  Guess Newsom didn’t get his big chance at quelling a riot today after all, poor guy.  No big photo-op for him.  Only about 50 or 60 dispirited protestors showed up and just wandered around a nearby park for a few minutes.  Dressed in black camo.  Guess they thought it was Halloween, saw that no candy was involved and just melted away.
 
     Then I walked over to Trader Joe’s from my motel room, about a mile away.  Damn.  That U.C. Davis Medical Center across the street from my motel is huge.  Every sick guy in three counties must go there.
 
     The rest of my stroll to Trader Joe’s featured residential streets — seriously reminding me of the American Midwest.  Hometown feeling.  Wide front porches.  Maple trees.  Stuff like that.
 
     “I used to live in San Francisco,” said a clerk bagging my groceries, “but I could no longer afford the rent.  Sacramento is much cheaper.”  Yeah, I’ve heard that before too.
 
      Back to the motel.  Microwaved some low-grade tamales.  Called my college roommate.  Made a plan to meet her for lunch tomorrow.  Drank a glass of Two-Buck-Chuck.  Turned on the Hallmark channel.
 
      I hate to say this but I don’t think there’s going to be any huge late-breaking news stories to write about here in Sacramento.  This isn’t exactly Iraq.
 
     What is it about motel rooms that keep luring me in?  Could it be because their walls are so bare and empty — while the walls in my apartment look like a million little things are hung on them?  Good grief.  What if I took everything off my walls?  ‘Your apartment would look like a motel room,” is the short answer.  Oh.  But in the long run, that might not be a good thing.
 
January 21, 2021:  Got a lot of sleep but had a rather weird dream that involved me spending time with one of the world’s greatest cancer experts and he was in conversation with Chairman Xi, the head leader of China.  But.  I have no idea what they talked about.  I tried to discretely eavesdrop but no luck.

     Pulled open the drapes this morning.  First thing I saw was the medical center’s massive oncology building.  No wonder I’m dreaming about cancer.
 
7:00 pm:  Today turned out much better than I thought it would.  That lunch with my old college roommate was fun.  She’s (still) a real sweetheart — and interesting too.  Good to know that she hasn’t turned into a fussy little old lady like so our age many do.  Plus tacos were involved.  And a cross-town ride on the #38 bus.  And a lovely walk across the historic Tower Bridge spanning the rather-wide Sacramento River.
 
       Then things got a bit more interesting.  While walking around looking for a bus stop, I got lost.  25 long blocks later, I finally located the #38 bus back to my motel.  But that’s okay.  I got to walk around the Capitol building and talk to the cops there.  “Can I take a tour?” I asked one.
 
      “Sorry but the building is closed.”
 
      “The employees are working from home until the pandemic is over?”
 
     “No, it’s permanently closed.”  Oh.  So I walked around the building’s exterior and read the labels on all the trees in the park surrounding the Capitol.  Who knew that a sycamore looked like that?  Moving on.
 
     My hunt for the illusive #38 bus stop continued.  I asked another cop.  “Sorry.  I never take the bus.”  And that was the standard answer from the next five people I asked.
 
     Then this strange young woman all dressed in black with safety pins holding her clothes together and bright yellow eyeliner and a belly button ring and a thong-top showing through and black nail polish and steel spikes everywhere was kind enough to google the bus schedule, bless her punk heart.
 
     I still couldn’t find the bus stop but ten blocks later I did find a Goodwill store.  And a belly-dance studio selling used books.  Walked past even more old-fashioned Victorian homes.  Past an upscale wine bar in Mid-Town.  Past an upscale pizzeria.  Pizzasaurus Rex.  “Got any pizza by the slice?”  No.  Their pizzas were huge.
 
     Huge.
 
     But the nice lady behind the counter did tell me where the bus stop was.  I could have just taken it from there, sure, but now I gots pizza on my mind.  “Nobody is on the bus but you and me,” I told the bus driver.  “Let’s hijack this bus and go off to get pizza!”  She laughed.  But I still ended up getting a slice at the Sacramento Natural Food Co-op.  “Stop the bus!  I bet they sell pizza!”
 
     That was a fun day in Sacramento.
 
      What to do tomorrow?  I could go over to the U.C. Davis Medical Center across the street and have a sore tooth pulled at their dental school?  I already visited Sutter’s Fort back when I was a Girl Scout.
 
     Perhaps visiting Old Town?
 
     I like Sacramento.  It’s unpretentious and low-key.  Perfect place for a stay-cation.  So far.  And I’m still enjoying my motel room.  “You could go visit the zoo,” said my college roommate.  “I hear it’s still open.”  All the museums are closed.
 
      And the evening news kept bleating that “the coronavirus has killed 440,000 Americans by now.”  No it hasn’t.  Day 314 of the lock-down and they are still lying to us.  And people still believe them.  Downtown Sacramento was a ghost town today.  Everyone (except me) was staying home, huddled in fear next to their TV screens, terrified of a disease with a 99.9% recovery rate.  I had the place all to myself.
 
     But there is also some good news-slash-bad news.  Within 24 hours after Uncle Joe Biden’s inauguration, the W.H.O. announces that they are finally getting their PCR tests under control and cycling them down to a more believable amount of cycles — so hopefully no more false positives now.
 
      And suddenly it’s now okay for doctors to use effective treatments such as Ivermectin, Vitamin D and even the dread HCQ.  What does this mean?  That suddenly a miracle happens and Biden miraculously gets COVID under control just by getting sworn in.
 

     And of course Pfizer-Moderna’s experimental injections helped produce this sudden miracle too.  Big Pharma to the rescue!  President Biden turns the tide!  America is saved by the heroic Democrats — with a little help from the Davos Boyz and their minion Dr. Fasci.  Lucky us.  But if we are even a little bit skeptical about this new miracle, then they call us Trump-lovers.

 
     And the Trump/Biden/COVID circus goes on.  America loses.  Globalist oligarchs win.  But then who am I to judge.
 
January 22, 2021:  The Nanny State has failed me!  Woke up this morning with a tooth ache, looked out the window, saw the U.C. Davis Medical Center across the street, thought “why not” and called up their dental clinic.
 
     “I’m visiting from out of town, have developed a sudden toothache and would like to see a student dentist today,” I said to the person who answered my call.
 
     “I’m sorry,” said the receptionist, “but we only have one provider on duty and are booked solid until March.”  March!  Only one provider!  What kind of a dental school is that!  Guess I’ll just have to take an aspirin — which reminds me of that old joke about the woman on a bus who drops her aspirin.
 
     “My aspirin!  My aspirin!” she cries.
 
     And of course the bus driver replies, “Lady, if your ass burns, stick it out the window.”  As a kid, I thought that joke was totally funny and risque.
 
     So.  No trip to the dentist.  What else is there to do today?  Sacramento during the lock-down has very few options for tourists.  “The Governor’s Mansion is closed and is now a private residence,” said a helpful cop.  I googled around.  The Crocker Museum is closed.  The Indian Museum is closed.  The Gold Rush Museum is closed.  The Railroad Museum is closed.  All the senators and assembly members are working from home.  Sutter’s Fort is closed.
 
     The cemetery is open!
 
     I don’t want to go to the zoo.
 
     Dream report:  Dream #1 was post-apocalyptic.  I was wandering through a deserted supermarket, trying to convince some young woman to take care of an abandoned baby but the young woman kept levitating.  Dream #2 involved an anguished young pianist with dark eyes and unruly curls.  Chopin?  Beethoven?  In any case, he was slowly starting to go mad — and not in a good way.
 
     I had plans for today.  Honest.  But then it started raining.  Back to watching TV in my nightgown.  Later on?  Still raining.  Puddle-jumping?  Sure.  But thanks to the #38 bus, I had a very small adventure today anyway.  Small.  But it was still an adventure.  Sort of.
 
     First I found beaucoup books-on-tape at another Goodwill store.  This one appeared to be the Sacramento mothership of Goodwills.  My 30-year-old Toyota’s sound system only plays cassette tapes, right?  No mp3 players for me.  And yet books-on-tape are as rare as hens’ teeth these days.  “Score!”  They had three love stories, two adventure tales and even one Louis L’Amour.
 
     Next?  Comfort food.  Hot mac-and-cheese.  Sitting at the bus stop in the rain, gobbling it up with my fingers.  Couldn’t wait until I got back to the motel.  Simple pleasures.  Two kinds of cheese.
 
     But, wait, what?  The next #38 bus didn’t even stop for me.  It just drove right on by.  “Stop!  Stop!” I cried but nobody heard me except for the rain and the dark and a couple of homeless old men.   I ran after the bus — half-eaten mac-cheese, groceries, Goodwill bags and all.  No use.  Sigh.
 
     But then the #62 bus driver, bless her heart, picked me up, called the #38 driver on her dispatch phone, the #38 circled the block again and then actually returned to pick me back up.  Sacramento, I love you.  Please never lose your small-town allure.
 
      Meanwhile, back at the motel.  Watching the news.  Disgusting.  Isn’t it enough that Biden won (or even stole) the presidential election by shoving COVID nightmares down our throats?  Now he’s got to extract revenge on anyone who didn’t vote for him?  Now he’s comparing anyone who doesn’t fall in lock-step with the Davos Boyz’ party line to cult members and fans of bin Laden?  Everywhere on TV you hear about “domestic terrorists”.  I’m totally not a fan of The Orange Man — but the Biden-slash-Fasci-slash-Pelosi gang are really sore winners.
 
     Now they are calling for real Americans to hunt populists and conservatives down.  Be careful what you wish for, Uncle Joe.  Even more divisions between Americans.  He and Trump deserve each other — and only the Davos Boyz win.  GlobalCap does not want America strong.  Job well done, World Economic Forum.  As one famous neo-con once said, “It’s a lot easier to kill a million people than to control a million people.”
 
      Right about now, all I can say is, “I’m so glad that I’m old.”  I won’t have to live through the Fourth Industrial Revolution and watch my grandchildren turn into cyborg robo-bots.
 
     Time to bury my brain and go watch the Hallmark channel again.  But wait, what!  The Matrix is playing on AMC!  “Don’t take the blue pill, Keanu!”  Oops, too late.  Now here come the Bad Guys.  Perhaps the blue pill might not have been such a bad idea after all.  Americans might actually be onto something here by keeping their heads in the sand.  “We now live in a world of A.I.” sez Lawrence Fishburne.  “Artificial Intelligence.”  They suck out our energy and bombard our minds with 5G?  Sure, why not.  “You’re The One, Keanu!”  Go for it.  Fight the power.
 
     Good grief, I love motel-room life!
 
January 23, 2021:  I’m thinking of staying another day here.  Why not.  What else have I got going on?  Plus the state legislature will be in session on Monday and the bed here is totally comfortable.  And there are free movies to watch!  And it’s going to rain tomorrow.  Who wants to drive 90 miles in the rain.
 
     Plus today was nice.  I’m beginning to like Sacramento’s hometown feel.  And the bus drivers are so nice.  It’s like having my own private Uber.  “Door to door.”
 
     Only two bus transfers to get to the zoo — and the first bus trip landed me right in the middle of an election-fraud car-protest rally in front of the state capitol building.  Not only Trump supporters were demonstrating but also a few “Justice for All” signs were being waved as well.
 
     Election fraud is election fraud no matter who commits it.  Election fraud probably put Trump in the White House in the first place — so how ironic would it be if election fraud got him booted out as well.  Karmic justice.  He shouldn’t have crossed the World Economic Forum.  Trump kissed more Swamp arse than Hillary Clinton — but apparently kissed far less Swamp arse than Uncle Joe Biden.  Bernie didn’t even stand a chance.  He only puckered up slightly.
 
     Next stop?  The zoo.  Basically they had two lions, two kangaroos and an alligator that looked like it was dead.  And a magical snow leopard.  Took a selfie with the snow leopard.  Worth the whole bus trip out there.
 
     Then on the bus ride back, I remembered Pizzasaurus Rex.  “Stop the bus!”  But the Rex-sized pizzas were just too huge for me to even consider getting one.  But one kind customer saw me looking so hang-dog-disappointed about not getting some that he gave me his second-to-last slice.  Yummers!  I gotta starve myself for a week and then go back.
 
     Those pizzas are huge.  “That’s because they’re from the Crustaceous Period,” said the waitress.
 
     Back at the motel.  “Can I please get a break in your rates if I can stay another night?” I asked the desk clerk.  He gave me 20% off.  Who knew that I would be pining away to spend another night in freaking Sacramento.
 
     But I still need to visit the historic cemetery, binge-watch cable TV and go lobby some legislators on Zoom.  Picket the Governor’s Mansion.  Be open to other stuff.
 
   Dream report?  About punk teenagers hanging out at a gas station in wheelchairs.  And about a woman who had witnessed a murder when she was a child.  And then about meeting an insane man on a bus who kept staring at me with wild crazy eyes and muttering about how sick and tired he was of living with his mother.  Why did my subconscious come up with all that?
 
January 24, 2021:  Did I mention that I had left my green watch cap by accident on the miniature train at the zoo yesterday?  And the conductor guy had searched all over the zoo for me in order to give it back?  That’s the kind of small-town niceness that gives Sacramento its charm.
 
     At 10:00 am this morning, I needed to watch an Amazon movie on my laptop.  Why?  That’s part of my job description.  As a member of SAG-AFTRA, the actors’ union, we are required to watch a whole bunch of movies and vote on who is the best actor, right?  I did this last year too but this year is different and weird because no theaters have been open for the past 318 days and all the nominations that we’re spozed to watch have been put forward by Netflix, HBO, Amazon and them.  But I don’t have cable at home so I haven’t been able to watch any of them at the time they were released.
 
     I hate the New Normal.
 
     And even at the zoo yesterday, all the little kids seemed so depressed because everyone’s smiles were concealed behind their masks.  So I gave all the little kiddies a nod and a finger-wave.  It was the least I could do.  So sad.
 
     But now the motel’s wi-fi is broken.  So much for watching more of that Amazon thing.  So back to being a tourist.  The #38 bus dropped me off right next to the historic Cathedral of the Sacred Heart — just in time for the liturgy.  Held outside in the cold, sure, and totally in Spanish too but I’m loving it.
 
     At first I tried to pray for the priest and congregation but was totally not feeling it.  They apparently did not need my prayers.  But you know who did?  Just two blocks away, shining in the last of the morning sun, was the state Capitol building.  “Pray for me,” whispered the Capitol.  “These freaking legislators need all the prayers they can get — not to mention our power-mad Governor.  He obviously needs all the prayers he can get too.”
 
     After the liturgy ended, I got lost.  Again.  That’s what I do.  “Where is the Governor’s Mansion?” I asked a little old Jewish lady wearing a Star of David beanie as well as two homeless guys and a customer at Mike’s Bikes who googled it for me.  There it is!  Beautiful.  Amazing.  But I can see why Governor Newsom refused to live there.  Drafty-looking.  Probably didn’t have an elevator either.
 
     After that, there was more waiting around for the #38 bus which only comes once an hour on Sundays.  Here we go.  More sitting around in the cold.  “I’m hungry.”  Again.  And back at the motel, the wi-fi was still broken.  I pirated the U.C. Davis Med Center’s wi-fi for a while but then got caught out and was banned.  No wi-fi?  Too bad for me.  Guess it’s time to practice the joy of spending time with my own self.  Again.  Eat, sleep and get lost.  Story of my life.  Is there life after one’s wi-fi goes down and there’s nothing good on the Hallmark channel and only junk food is available?  I’m having a motel-room existential moment.
 
     And did I also mention that the streets of downtown Sacramento were mostly deserted this Sunday?  Except for a handful of characters who looked like they had no place else to go, the place was a ghost town.  Windows were all boarded up.  But guess what else?  The downtown area looked exactly this empty during the weekdays too.  I hate this lock-down.
 
January 25, 2021:  It’s my last day in Sacramento.  Pizzasaurus Rex is closed on Mondays so no need to hang around this town any longer.  I have my priorities straight.  But this trip has been a great success anyway — even if I only had one slice of the world’s best pizza.
 
     Dream report:  I was attending a party at a fish market when i saw a small boy out playing in traffic.  I rescued him from certain death.  Is that imagery supposed to mean something?  Who knows.  I’ve long ago stopped trying to interpret my dreams.  They have a life of their own.  I am no Sigmund Freud — and I am no lucid dreamer either.  If I was, I would have sneaked into Governor Newsom’s dreams, become his worst nightmare and given him a severe wake-up call.  Then California would still be the world’s fifth-greatest economy and not just some burned-out shell of its former self, terrified beyond reason that 0.01% of us would die.  [Later on, approximately 0.06% of us will die from Pfizer-Moderna experimental injections including deaths 1524 between December and March alone -- but that is a story for the future.]
 

     My former college roommate who I came here to visit?  Apparently she went to have her “vaccine” shot yesterday — after I had desperately tried to talk her out of it.  I can only hope that she doesn’t suffer any of its horrendous side effects or that I will hear later how she had died suddenly in her sleep soon afterward “from unrelated causes” — like over 900 other Americans have done so far after getting shot up.  But Pfizer-Moderna’s merchandising campaign is totally effective.  And why shouldn’t it be?  Big Pharma has had decades of practice in marketing fraudulent drugs to us on TV.  Think Vioxx.  Sigh.

 
      I have explained all the dangers of this experimental injection to her.  That’s all I can do.  Sadly, at some point you just have to let people go their own way.  If 2020 has taught me anything, it has taught me that.
 
     How sad.
 
     Maybe I should stop by that historic old Sacramento cemetery and get used to hanging out with the dead.  Lovely place, acres of statuary monuments and grief expressed in stone by people from a hundred years ago.  Sat on a memorial bench under a spreading oak tree and ate lunch.  Got in the car and started driving home.
 
     But wait!  I just drove past the site of where that old Nut Tree plaza in Vacaville used to be, where I used to go as a kid.  Now it’s a newly-developed mall — but with a sign for Fenton’s legendary ice cream sticking up high above the freeway!  Tires screeched and brakes squealed once again.  I bought a hot caramel sundae.  Good grief, that was yummers.  However.  Once you open that door to empty nutritionless carbs, it stays open.  So I stopped by Fat Apple’s in Berkeley too and bought a slice of its famous olallieberry pie as well.  “With lots of whipped cream, please.”

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Patrick Henry’s fabulous new list of COVID do’s and don’ts

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jane Stillwater @ 2:59 pm
 

       Back in 1775, Patrick Henry bravely proclaimed, “Give me liberty or give me death!” but he obviously didn’t live in the time of COVID — where every single breaking news story we see on TV is just one more glorified ad for Moderna, Pfizer and the World Economic Forum.  Keep up, Patrick.  Stop being so O.G.  This should be what your new proclamation should look like:

 
*  DON’T wear a face mask — they weaken our lungs
 
*  DON’T stay in lock-down — we need people, fresh air and exercise to survive
 
*  DON’T get that experimental injection — it is an advertising gimmick, not a vaccine
 
*  DON’T get a “vaccine passport” — that’s one step away from the gulag, managed poverty and digital slavery
 
*  DON’T listen to the hype — no one in power really cares whether we “useless eaters” live or die
 

*  DON’T let those globalist Davos Boyz terrify us into handing over our small businesses, our restaurants, our bank accounts, our homes and our kids.

 
*  DON’T ever expect to get out of lock-down.  The World Economic Forum knows a good thing when they see it!  King George III is their hero
 
*  DON’T try to go all Thomas Jefferson on us if you’re actually just Big Pharma’s Aaron Burr
 
*  DO listen to the actual science — COVID is just another variant of flu
 
*  DO take vitamin C, vitamin D and zinc — every person who died of COVID was deficient in vitamin D
 
*  DO avoid the Great Reset and the “Fourth Industrial Revolution” — they are the for-real deadly plagues
 
*  DO stock up on Ivermectin, hydroxychloroquine, budesonide, vitamin D, nebulizers — anything that TV tells us won’t work
 
*  DO brush your teeth with BR brushing rinse mouth wash — for some unknown reason this stuff kills COVID germs like George Washington crossing the Delaware
 
*  DO vote out of office anyone who tries to take away our Constitutional rights simply because of a virus with at 0.02% death rate that only kills people who would have died within a year or so anyway
 
*  DO stop the Davos overlords from taking over our world — globalization is not our friend
 
*  DO stop the World Economic Forum’s war on Yemen, Syria, Iran, Russia, Venezuela and us.
 
*  DO let our imprisoned children out of their Zoom cages
 
*  DO go ahead and travel.  Travel is fun.  Music, art and dancing are fun too.  So is hugging.  Fun is good for you  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aXXqDWsCzuk
 
Resources:
 
Masks are pretty much a joke if you listen to the real science:  https://www.bitchute.com/video/QMvlGrCEkvdL/
 
You wanna listen to science?  Here’s your chance — enough data to make you cross-eyed:  https://odysee.com/@delia:9/Ende-der-Pandemie-MIT-UT-Englisch_21-04-0220_58_12:9
 
PCR tests don’t work either.  Just ask Dr. Fasci:  https://www.bitchute.com/video/kySURXCjbgbY/
 
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April 1, 2021

Big Pharma ignores one huge possibility: A revolt of the Vaccinated!

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jane Stillwater @ 11:17 am
 
     “Pleeeze don’t get that experimental injection!” I keep begging my family and friends — but they all eagerly stampede off to get it anyway.
 

     “We will do anything to get out of this infernal lock-down,” they reply.  Okay.  I get it.  I’m sick and tired of being locked up too.  Perhaps even I should just go ahead and take the shot?  But then someone sent me the link to a podcast by Chris Crutch, a Black comedian who actually did some actual research into all the actual side effects of the Pfizer-Moderna-J&J experimental cocktail and then made a (rather humorous) video of his findings.  This video immediately horrified me back into the real world of real reality regarding these shots — and hopefully it will horrify you back into reality too.  http://www.thetruthseeker.co.uk/?p=228481

 
     Apparently Big Pharma’s so-called “vaccine” changes our entire biological terrain and gives us a dangerous antibody-dependent enhancement instead, a pathogenic priming that caused the animals they first tested it on to die off — and so Big Pharma started testing it on us instead.  
 
     “They just hope that you don’t understand what this means,” says Chris.  “You have to dig through the weeds of the internet just to find this stuff out.”  Plus these experimental shots make us more easy to control in our weakened condition — to say nothing about possibly making us sterile.  “These injections are neither safe nor effective.  They are not telling us what we are signing up for.”
 
      However.
 
     Chris also got me to thinking about all these medical experiments from a different perspective.  For instance, what if these experimental injections have the opposite effect that Big Pharma hopes for — and instead of making us all become weaker and more compliant, they turn us all into flaming revolutionaries instead?  Millions of tiny Che Guevaras, Malcolm Xs, Joan of Arcs, Thomas Jeffersons, Patrice Lmumbas and Luke Skywalkers!
 

     Big Pharma has no idea what kind of natural forces it is messing with.  What if it accidentally releases forces for good instead?  What if instead of turning us all into unthinking robots we all become more like Jesus — or more like Spiderman!  “What now, Great Reset!”  Ha.  The Davos Boyz’ evil plan will be thwarted and they will have failed to turn us into helpless slaves trained to be locked into tiny Zoom pods and working for peanuts like mindless drug-lab monkeys.  Sucks to be Klaus Schwab!

 
PS:  Or what if, heaven forbid, so many of us start to get sick and/or die because our own natural immune systems (which have taken millions of years to develop) have been crashed out and over-run by all those weird spike proteins we hear so much about?  And then all those millions of resultant sick people get all pissed off and storm the castle at Davos in their wheelchairs?  Big Pharma had better watch out!
 
PPS:  As Chris Crutch so clearly points out, “The pharmaceutical industry does not make money off of healthy people.”  If we don’t never get sick, then Big Pharma can’t sell us its products and has no ready markets.  There’s no profit to be made from selling drugs to those of us who are still well.  Thus these experimental injections are a dream come true for the same guys who gave us Vioxx, Bextra, Cylert, Duract, Ergamisol, Accutane, Meridia, Seldane, Rezulin and Raptiva — all drugs we have died for.
 
Resources: 
 

“The ugly truth about the COVID-19 lock-down” — now in Day 381:  “Never underestimate our intelligence….  No element of this narrative is justified by reality.”  A must-watch:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=80Vz7tZLuBI

Then there’s Allison McDowell, giving us the horrifying Big Picture of what all this Zoom living actually will mean for us in the future:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yhFjp_DX4AE&list=PLnNSjVGWqTO4aW_lyVaB2LEgdqCkmQX-U&t=41s
Norwegian scientists are currently suing the Norwegian government in the International Criminal Court for crimes against humanity regarding COVID:  https://drive.google.com/file/d/1GcnY9MWLBDPEsa3V63_vN–UdD4oJpWK/view

And in Israel, poster child for experimental injections, medical experimentation and violent lock-downs, things have gotten far out of hand and Israelis are already starting to revolt:   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WMsn0bj_P6o

And Naomi Wolf tells us how soon we will become vaccine-passport zombies:  https://www.bitchute.com/video/dDXXlNOG1AS7/
 
And then there’s this video from yet another well-informed doctor living in the real world.  Read it and weep at how clearly we’ve been sucker-punched by Big Pharma.  https://www.bitchute.com/video/hfzL5gUeQvxr/
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February 26, 2021

Remember that historic Arab Spring? Ten years later, has anything changed at all?

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jane Stillwater @ 8:46 pm
      Here we are now, ten years after having breathlessly watched on TV as the entire Arab world rose up and demanded justice and freedom.  Has it actually been that long?  Yeah.  But what does the Arab world look like now?  Free and independent and happy?  Let’s take a peek.
     Egypt?  One cruel dictator has been replaced by another.
     Yemen?  A slaughterhouse worse than any Chicago stockyard.
     Israel?  A safe homeland for Jews that has been hijacked by bad guys and thugs who know only blood-lust.
     Libya?  Don’t even ask.  “We came, we saw, we murdered a whole bunch of people and called it humanitarianism.”

Syria?  For ten long years, America has used the Arab Spring as an excuse to hire various bad guys and thugs to murder Syrians and steal Syria’s oil.  One of Hillary Clinton’s favorite ways to make Bibi happy was to bomb Syria.  One of the first things Trump did upon taking office was to bomb Syria.  One of the first things Biden did upon taking office was to bomb Syria.  Sucks to be a Syrian today.

     Palestine and Gaza?  Basically still a bunch of brutalized gulags where land is stolen, people are tortured and genocide is the order of the day.  And all these various crimes against humanity are willingly financed by American taxpayers.
     Saudi Arabia?  Nothing’s changed.  Still paying salaries to ISIS butchers in Syria, still blowing up busloads of school children in Yemen and still slicing and dicing journalists with bone saws.
     Iraq?  The Davos Boyz are still lusting after its oil.
     Lebanon?  Ka-boom!  “Oops, that was an accident, honest!”
     Turkey?  Still having that happy bro-mance with ISIS — as long as ISIS keeps stealing Syria’s oil and handing it over to its wannabe Ottoman Empire.
     So.  Ask yourself.  “Who, exactly, has benefited from the Arab Spring during these past ten years?”  The usual suspects.  Oil cartels, weapons manufacturers, the CIA, various American-backed despots and demagogues and, of course, the New World Order — a new world order that definitely doesn’t benefit Arabs (or you and me either).

PS:  Helping the Arab world to become free, independent and happy is really not all that hard to do.  Let’s just get the above-mentioned Bad Guys to stop bombing Arab countries, stop stealing Arab oil and stop supporting Arab despots.  “If the Middle East ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy.”

Resources:
Israel is having big problems with Pfizer’s experimental injection, a 40% increase in the death rate over deaths by COVID.  Self-interested leadership appears to be involved.  https://www.bitchute.com/video/lADZrilNh0W1/?fbclid=IwAR0sXVun6B1bMZyO15Ug0egIGuEETjys6C4NaTNR2Td5s4gz9K2JMQTFxTQ
How can citizens of Gaza even live with such horror, day after day?  We need to find out — because we too could be living like this if the Davos Boyz have their way.  “We all live in Gaza”:  https://vimeo.com/313904297
I love me some good gossip — especially when it’s true:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cEfQc1v-x2E
Uncle Joe — remember back when he was one of Hillary’s favorite war-criminal partners in crime?  Nothing’s changed:  https://www.wsj.com/articles/u-s-airstrike-in-syria-targets-iran-backed-militia-11614299547?st=zbqzva8ar1jvp96&reflink=article_email_share
And America has the nerve to say its latest atrocity in Syria was done in order to “de-escalate” its illegal war on that country:
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February 17, 2021

Day 341: “Should I get the vaccine?” Hell no!

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jane Stillwater @ 1:09 pm
 
 
     Someone just asked me if he should go ahead and get the Pfizer-Moderna experimental injection.  Here’s what I answered:

      “Before you even consider taking the shot, first you need to know exactly how this injection works.  Basically, it sets up your immune system to always be on hyper-alert, to always scream ‘Fire in the Theater!’ even if some usher just turns on a flashlight.  Every single time you even get the sniffles, your auto-immune system will now call out the fire engines like it’s a five-alarm conflagration — every single time for the rest of your now-shortened live.” 

     Plus there isn’t even any reason to get shot up with this nasty stuff in the first place.  Look at our homeless friends who live out in the fresh air and sunshine without any masks.  They should all be dead by now.  Thankfully they are not.

      And don’t forget what the CDC told us about the 2020 all-causes death rate — that it lists the exact same number of deaths as the previous three years.  No dead bodies piled up in the street.  There were no excess deaths in 2020. 

      Plus I just read that the number-one cause of death in America during 2020 was “medical error”.  Thank you, Fasci, Cuomo, Newsom and Trump for shoving all those ventilators down our throats while ignoring any treatments that actually work such as HCQ, Ivermectin and vitamin D.  (Well, maybe Trump didn’t ignore HCQ — but he still screwed up the environment and forgot to drain The Swamp.)

      “Jane, you’re just pissed off here.”  Duh, yeah.

Resources:  

Our bodies are already set up to fight infections:  https://www.kindredmedia.org/2015/05/bruce-lipton-phd-on-immunology-and-vaccinations/

Everything you should know about vaccines — but don’t because of deliberate censorship:  https://childrenshealthdefense.org/webinar/the-covid-vaccine-on-trial-if-you-only-knew-watch-now/

Here’s a nine-episode series that will tell you everything you ever wanted to know about COVID.  $79 for the series — but it may save your life.  Can you honestly say that about Netflix or Amazon?   https://vrevealed.com/covid/own/silver/


 

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January 31, 2021

COVID: It’s like the 21st-century scurvy

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jane Stillwater @ 12:59 pm
 
      I’m a freaking genius!  I just figured out the real key to COVID.  Nobel Prize here, guys.  Big Pharma has spent billions, perhaps even trillions, inventing half-arsed vaccines that don’t even keep us from transmitting COVID, that weaken our immune systems and that give us chills, fever and the shakes.  And then there’s me — having dreamed up a dirt-cheap cure for COVID in only one night and saved the human race from the evil clutches of the Davos Boyz.  Kudos for me.
 
      “Put your money where your mouth is, Jane,” you might say.  “Put up or shut up.”  Okay.  Here’s my easy-peasy solution to the worldwide COVID crisis.  Just compare COVID to scurvy.
 
    “During the Age of Sail, it was assumed that 50 percent of the sailors would die of scurvy on a given trip.  A Scottish surgeon in the Royal Navy, James Lind, is generally credited with proving that scurvy can be successfully treated with citrus fruit in 1753.”  Imagine how one little lemon could save thousands of lives? Well.  The cure for COVID is just like that lemon — only COVID is caused by a lack of Vitamin D instead of a lack of vitamin C.  And COVID is also caused by a lack of sunshine.  COVID is the new scurvy!
 
       We sicken from COVID not because we don’t have lemons onboard our ships, but because we don’t have vitamin D in our rest homes and prisons.  Let’s put all prisoners outside in exercise yards every day at noon for an hour (or, even better, release those who have committed only victimless crimes!) — and then give everyone over the age of 60 a huge shot of vitamin D.  Problem solved.
 
      And give the rest of us shots of vitamin D as well — and get us out of all those stuffy apartments and away from those addictive computers and TVs.  Let’s go for long walks.  Mankind was not meant to live without sunshine.  All those years of no sunshine have finally caught up with us.  Let’s fight back with vitamin D.  Scurvy, er, COVID, is avoided.  The lock-down is lifted overnight.  No more unsanitary masks.  The human race is saved.  And billions, perhaps even trillions, of dollars are saved too. 
 
PS:  That mRNA “vaccine” is nasty.  If you don’t get your second shot in time, you could risk getting an autoimmune disease.  At least the Johnson & Johnson vaccine is marginally better because it works the old-fashioned way.  Watered-down viruses.  One and done.  Screw Pfizer and Moderna.  If you’ve been brainwashed into thinking that you will die instantly if you don’t get a (non-vitamin-D) shot, then at least hold out for J&J. 
 
Resources:
 
More than you ever wanted to know about scurvy:  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scurvy
 
Speaking of death in the 21st century, Biden has appointed a whole bunch of warmongers:  https://www.workers.org/2021/01/54104/
 
Unmasking common sense:  https://thehighwire.com/videos/unmasking-common-sense/
 
80% of COVID patients lack acceptable levels of vitamin D:  https://www.healthline.com/health-news/new-study-found-80-percent-of-covid-19-patients-were-vitamin-d-deficient
 
Get rid of us and replace us all with cyborgs?  Not as Twilight Zone as we might think:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ipag0zWshA8&fbclid=IwAR2pb4qwaukEc2ehMOgcqIq0TJOZVNj6FgpoIgfSh3pEb4TKxAIcvT8iJSI
 
PCR tests suck eggs:  https://www.bitchute.com/video/J4iIt9MQo9A4/?fbclid=IwAR0bWg6UWuLrOOPG1FW2jUyFDowi26Q4jLzqNPnEQLAsX2mdAjn2v0zI0R4 
 
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January 25, 2021

Madam Jane predicts: The COVID epidemic is finally over!

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jane Stillwater @ 10:20 pm

Madam Jane looked into her crystal ball this afternoon and then told me the good news.  “This mask-wearing lock-down nightmare is finally coming to an end!” she happily declared.  Man oh man, that is really good news!

      “What finally ended it?” I asked.  “Social distancing?  Hand sanitizers?  Face masks?  Restaurant closures?  The lock-down?  Dr. Fasci?  Trump out of office?  The vaccine?”
     “Nope, none of those things,” replied Madam Jane.  “None of those things helped at all.  We coulda stopped the COVID epidemic with just soap, water, Kleenex and whole bunch of vitamin D.”  You’re kidding, right?
     “Not at all.  What really stopped this whole epidemic was that too many people finally got extremely pissed off.”  Oh.
     “Too many people started losing their homes, losing their businesses, watching their friends on Zoom contemplate suicide, feeling helpless while their children struggled with distance learning, and hating being on house arrest for almost a year when it was only spozed to take weeks to ‘flatten the curve’ — plus reading all those statistics about people dying of cancer and heart attacks because they were too afraid to go to a hospital.”
      But what about all those people who died from COVID?  “Most of them were almost about to die anyway.  COVID has a 99.9% recovery rate and at least three different cures.  So.  Now the epidemic is finally over, basically because Americans simply got tired of being afraid — and got pissed off instead.”
      And Madam Jane knows all this how?
     “From my crystal ball, of course.”  And then she looked into her ball again.  “Humm.  I can see a whole bunch of other stuff here — probably nothing that you want to know.”  Try me.

“Well.  The World Economic Forum, better known as the Davos Boyz, just met with that other old-boys’ club the Federal Reserve and with the president of China and Bill Gates and Dr. Fasci and Joe Biden.  They had originally thought that scaring Americans into giving up their freedom, their rights, their jobs, their children’s futures, their property and their moolah was gonna be a walk in the park.”  They did have a point there.  Americans do love them some brainwashing.  Just look at that sorry-arse “war” on Iraq.

     “But then all those pesky indie websites,” said Madam Jane, “just kept popping up with ‘misinformation’.  FaceBook, Twitter, YouTube and Google kept playing whack-a-mole with them but it was still no use.  Alison McDowell and Del Bigtree and Whitney Webb and Robert Kennedy Jr just kept on popping back up.  And when The Highwire showed up on Roku, the Davos Boyz finally realized that their evil scheme had been thwarted.  For now.”
      Uh, what exactly does she mean by “for now”?

“The Darth Vaders and Voldemorts and Gollums of this world are only biding their time.  Mark my words!  They will try this whole mess again in a few years.  Maybe another plague.  Maybe another so-called war.  Hell, maybe even an alien invasion from outer space.  Not really sure.  My crystal ball has just clouded up.  But whatever they try to scare us with next, they will never stop until….”  Until what!?!?!

       But Madam Jane had clammed up.
Resources:
Governor Newsom didn’t want to confuse the public with the facts:  https://apnews.com/article/sacramento-california-coronavirus-pandemic-gavin-newsom-38bb44ea7cb39eab9f6f6c621daeaf10

Stats section starts with Spain data, a country supposedly hard hit by the virus:  https://twitter.com/DDawgly/status/1353475194980102145 
And, in Holland,….
 
 
Great Reset: (virtual) Return to Davos, where the idea started:  https://lockdownsceptics.org/2021/01/24/

 
Next Week’s Davos Guest List:
 
 

The gullibility of Americans:  https://off-guardian.org/2021/01/24/the-will-to-believe-americans-and-their-divine-masters/

 

Indian farmers finally say “Enough!”:  https://off-guardian.org/2021/01/23/indian-farmers-on-the-frontline-against-global-capitalism/ 

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Ayahuasca Dream #3: “All you need is love…and no computers”

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jane Stillwater @ 10:19 pm
 
     A good friend of mine just got back from Fresno where she had attended yet another ayahuasca ceremony.  “I wanted to observe and understand how this Amazonian herbal mixture works in relation to our thought processes,” she told me — but I called bull-dookie on her.
     “I’ll bet you anything that no scientific research was involved,” sez me.  My friend just laughed and told all.

“First we stopped at a gas station near Modesto to stock up on psychedelic essentials — bottled water, toilet paper, lottery tickets and Fritos.”  Why toilet paper?  “The shaman told us that our bodies purge themselves in various ways during the ceremony.  Coughing, sneezing, diarrhea, throwing up, burps and farts.  No bodily function is off the table.”

     “And remember that the Mother will never give you what you want,” said the shaman, “only what you need.  You have to keep asking her.  ‘Please give me what I need.’  And get fierce with her too.  Just keep asking and asking.”
     At that point my friend got a bit ayahuasca-hesitant but she was too far away from Berkeley to walk home so she bravely drank the brew anyway — and spent the next ten hours repeating over and over, ” Please give me what I need to make all human beings happier — and wiser.  Even me.”
      First off, Ayahuasca told my friend that she needed to smile more.  Then the Mother made my friend get born again.  Literally.  Only this time her mother hadn’t been drugged up with ether, she got to be held by said mother right away instead of five days later, she got breast-fed for two freaking years and then she had a gloriously happy childhood.
     “Childhood angst?  Done and dusted.  Now let’s move on,” said the Mother.  “Time to get rid of those pesky computers.”
     “But how can I possibly give up computers!” my friend wailed.
     “Easy.  Why settle for that crumby desktop on your freaking dining room table when you already possess a super-powered one-trillion-gigabyte computer already.”  Really?  “Yes.  You.  Your brain is the world’s largest computer.  Don’t settle for less.  Turn that wimpy little desktop off.”  Ayahuasca had spoken.
     But wait.  Ayahuasca had even more to say on that subject.  “How can I communicate with my FaceBook friends?” my friend asked the Mother.
     “You have all night to use your one-trillion-gigabyte computer,” she answered.  “In your dreams.”  Right.
     “But what will I do in the daytime without my computer?” my friend asked next.

“Go for long walks.  Visit the library.  Smell the flowers.  And wait for me to send you some tasks.  But it’s not only just you, my dear.  Every single human being on the planet needs to turn off his/her/their tech toys too.”  That’s gonna be a very hard sell.  “Get out in your community.  Hug your neighbors.  Think local for goodness sake.  High tech equals slow death.  Fact.”

     Perhaps the only way we will ever be truly safe and happy is to get rid of technology.  Perhaps the Amish are on the right track.  If you can’t trust the Mother, who can you trust.
     What next?
      “The Beatles were right,” continued ayahuasca.  “All you really do need is love.  John and Paul nailed it.  The human race is in Big Trouble right now.”  Yeah, duh.  “But the current COVID/Trump/Biden circus doesn’t even figure into the mix.  It’s hate and greed and war and grasping for power over others that is wrong, wrong, wrong wrong…wrong!”
      “Then what happened after that?” I asked my friend.
     “The Mother went all cosmic on me.  I tried to become One with the Universe too but that clearly didn’t work.  I squinted my eyes and tried really hard to die — death of the ego and all that.  I pictured my funeral.  I pictured my corpse.  No luck.”
      Ayahuasca then explained everything else to my friend, laid it all out.  “You can only become one with the universe after every other human on the planet has given up their ego pretensions and become one with the universe first.”  Bummer.  “But you know it’s the right thing to do.”  We are all our brothers’ keepers.

PS:  Since so many high-tech companies have been pushing the lock-down so hard and Google has even told its employees that they will be working from home at least until July (and even after all those untested free-home-trial vaccine shots have given us the shakes and a fever), it seems only fair that all those hundreds of empty tech company “campuses” should be put to good use to house people who have been made homeless by said lock-down.

     And then all said homeless people could be treated to ayahuasca ceremonies too — so that their hopes might be restored and they too could be filled with love as well.
Resources:
Chris Hedges and Cornel West on the subject of love: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3g_zSvtSs-A
No debate, no information, no discussion regarding the lock-down:  https://off-guardian.org/2021/01/18/anteroom-of-our-own-extinction/

Whitney also warns us about the Web: https://www.youtube.com/watch?fbclid=IwAR2fj3NSwE59bkodrEye5sJ307NzJvVMoRyKy3ItFAneWrDNvAp4us7Mv94&v=lBymXp6S-Dc&feature=youtu.be
And of course Del Bigtree still keeps trying to warn us– and the MSM still keeps hating on him because he keeps raining on their money-grubbing parade:  https://thehighwire.com/videos/misinformation-matters/

January 6, 2021

The Federal Reserve is not a friend of small businesses.

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jane Stillwater @ 3:01 pm

It gambles with our money but unless you have publicly-traded stock on Wall Street, no Federal Reserve trillions are headed your way.  It’s a rigged game — in favor of large corporations.  The rest us can only get ready to drown in a sea of debt.  Too bad for us.

 

Resources:

Greg Mannarino nails it again:  4.5 trillion dollars in assets being purchased by the Federal Reserve. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JyhtSz66w44&t=6s
 
Now the FDA joins others who have admitted severe flaws with the PCR test.
 

If you are content to be constantly swept away by all those anecdotal horror stories on the evening news every night, please read no further.  But in the interest of balanced reporting some of us might be interested in other points of view.  For instance, Dr. David Martin has some interesting insights into the new experimental COVID vaccine.   

        Dr. Martin states that, “This is not a vaccine.  [Its manufacturers] have used the term ‘vaccine’ to force their product through various government public health requirements.  This is not a vaccine.  It’s mRNA packaged in an envelope that is delivered to our cells.  It is a medical device designed to stimulate human cells into becoming pathogen creators.

“’Vaccine’ is a legally defined term under public health law and CDC and FDA standards.  A vaccine specifically has to stimulate both the immunity within the person receiving it and also disrupt transmission.  And that’s not what happens here.  [Manufacturers] have been abundantly clear that the mRNA strand going into our cells is not designed to stop transmission.  Thus it is a treatment.  But if it is a treatment, then people might start to ask, ‘What other treatments are there?’  The use of the term ‘vaccine’ here is contrary to the legal definition and also narrows free discourse on the subject. 

“Further, if we said we are going to give you prophylactic chemotherapy for a cancer you don’t yet have, we’d be laughed out of the room because it’s a stupid idea.  But that’s exactly what this is — a mechanical device in the form of a very small package of technology that is being inserted into the human system to activate the cell to become a pathogen manufacturing site.”  https://www.youtube.com/watch?utm_source=sendfox&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=final-reminder-focus-on-fauci-added-livestream-locations&v=bZdMFSFfqeQ&feature=youtu.be

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January 1, 2021

The lock-down: A nightmare for our kids’ neuroplasticity (and for ours too)

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jane Stillwater @ 4:10 pm
     Raise your hand if you’ve ever heard of David Goggins or Dr. Andrew Huberman.  Okay.  You in the back row?  Explain their neuroplasticity theories to me.
 
     “When a child is young, its brain is much more elastic than ours.  That’s why they learn so quickly.”
 
      Correct.  Now can anybody tell me how that theory can also apply to adults?  You in the yellow shirt?
 
     “Well, the good news is that adults can actually increase their neuroplasticity — through motion.  Dr. Huberman’s postulate is that action precedes thought and so by moving around, we can think better.”
 
     Good job.  Now who can tell me how this theory applies to the current lock-down?  You with the purple hair?
 

     “By locking us all down, we stop moving, stop learning, stop thinking.  Our minds become set in stone.”

 
     That’s more or less correct too.  We start raising dumb kids — and we start dumbing ourselves down as well.
 
     Welcome to Day 300 of the lock-down.  “Nothing to see here.  Keep moving.”
 
Resources:
 
The lock-down, a deadly failed experiment:
 https://www.spiked-online.com/2020/12/27/lockdown-a-deadly-failed-experiment/
 
Ten really good reasons to end the lock-down:  https://lockdownsceptics.org/ten-reasons-to-be-anti-lockdown/ 

Even more evidence that The Lock-Down isn’t working:  https://lockdownsceptics.org/2020/12/24/#more-evidence-lockdowns-dont-work
 
How to change your brain (in a good way):  https://www.richroll.com/podcast/andrew-huberman-533/
 
Just take a walk in the freaking park:  https://medium.com/@danielzahler/the-neuroscience-of-isolation-b3956771b3a9
 
Focus on being Plastic Man:  https://www.calnewport.com/blog/2020/09/29/on-the-neurochemistry-of-deep-work/
 
John Titus nails it again regarding economic dangers ahead:  https://www.theburningplatform.com/2020/12/05/john-titus-on-central-bank-digital-currencies/
 
And for you economics nerds, here’s even more John Titus:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rDtVABEzcy4 

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Even more fun with memes!

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jane Stillwater @ 4:08 pm

COVID is definitely keeping me busy these days — but in a different way than one would think.  Our totally inappropriate lock-down is keeping me busy being pissed off.

Resources: 

Everything you want to know about COVID statistics:  https://adapnation.io/154-dr-clare-craig-covid-science/?fbclid=IwAR1Ep4hhwnHid7bAbcWV5ujK2UUf5G3_nm9yLEMyYtF64IUKJ6g66hvKosk

Everything you would want to know about the lock-down’s horrid effect on the economy:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QrFEVjZ0m0U

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

December 18, 2020

Adult vaccinations: My own personal (sad) story

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jane Stillwater @ 2:37 pm
     I used to be able to hold down a full-time paralegal job, run a household full of kids, remember names and faces and even think clearly — but those days are long gone.  Around twelve years ago, all that suddenly changed.
 
     “What happened twelve years ago?” you might ask.  Hmmm.  Oh, yeah.  Now I remember.  That’s when I left the law office, joined the Peace Corps and headed off to South Africa.
 
     The first time I received a mandatory Peace Corps vaccination, I passed out cold — but I was still pretty much okay, still able to teach school, relate to my colleagues, learn Setswana and even become fluent in it.  “Dumela, Mma.”
 
     The next time they vaccinated me, I passed out cold and then started blubbering.  “Stop being a wimp,” said the doctor.
 

     The third time they vaccinated me, I passed out cold and became totally incoherent.  So much for the blood-brain-barrier myth.  “I don’t think I can take much more of these vaccines,” I whined.  “I’m starting to develop Gulf War Syndrome.”  But they told me to either shut up or go home.  I shut up.

 
      However, when they gave me the next set of vaccinations, things started to go really dark, they shipped me off to a shrink in Pretoria, took MRIs of my brain and then, after a month in an assisted-living facility, declared me wacko and shipped me back to California.
 
     Sure, I finally got some of my mental skills back.  I can now walk and chew gum at the same time and even occasionally remember my kids’ names.  But, trust me, I’ll never get vaccinated willingly again — and I feel so sorry for babies who also get as many vaccinations as I did before they can even walk.
PS:  The good news is that, after that humiliating, brutal and life-threatening ordeal that took me years to recover from or even to talk about, I was allegedly protected from getting major symptoms of meningitis, measles, mumps, rubella, hepatitis A, typhoid, diphtheria, rabies, hepatitis B, polio, tetanus and the flu — at least until the vaccines wore off.  

     I’m probably totally unprotected from all those symptoms today.  Oh well.  But was our government’s (temporary) relief from fear of bad symptoms (and Big Pharma) really worth losing my mind for?  Perhaps not.

Resources:  

Articles I wrote while wacko in South Africa:

      http://jpstillwater.blogspot.com/2007/09/lucas-mangope-one-of-south-africas.html

     http://jpstillwater.blogspot.com/2007/09/u-p-bucs-visiting-south-africas-soweto.html

 Nurse Collapses on Television Minutes After Receiving Covid Vaccine: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RtdCC87aRqU

The Great Reset for Dummies:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uT0wq07oH_E 

How can we fall for this totalitarian mess?  CJ Hopkins is truly pissed off:  “If they order you to take a fu*king vaccine, you will not ask what is in the vaccine, or start whining about the ‘potential side effects.’  You will shut up and take the fu*king vaccine.  If they tell you to put a mask on your kid, you will put a fu*king mask on your fu*king kid.  You will not go digging up Danish studies proving the pointlessness of putting masks on kids.”   Image may contain: text that says 'Life in the labs Are you going to get vaccinated? You're crazy!, they haven't finished human trials! 00+JiPÉM LARSE +JIPÉM' https://off-guardian.org/2020/12/17/year-zero/  

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December 4, 2020

Test question: How to avoid censorship? Kiss a hecka lot of arse!

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jane Stillwater @ 11:40 am

     What the freak is wrong with my computer?  Why is it running so slow?  Has it caught a coronavirus?  Is Bill Gates out to get me?  Should I just shut up about COVID and Syria and the Federal Reserve?  Where’s the fun in that.

The Davos Boyz shadow-ban us.  They de-platform us.  They call us conspiracy theorists.  They don’t give real scientists grants to actually study real COVID causes and “case-demics” and vaccine dangers and phony death counts.  They evict us, bankrupt us, tell our moms on us.  They fire us, bankrupt us, mask us, shame us, humiliate us, scare us, inflate our savings on us until we have no money left.  They won’t let us sit with the popular kids.

     I wanna be popular!
      Just how attached am I to the concept of truth, justice and fair play?  Enough to not shut up?  Enough to go to jail?  Enough to make even my kids not like me?  Enough to get shut down on FaceBook?  Who the freak do I think I am?  Freaking Joan of Arc?
      If I just shut up and turn a blind eye, will they love me again?
Resources:

Glenn Greenwald really gets down to the real Trump-Biden truth:  “Shameless media elites endorse internet censorship”   http://www.informationclearinghouse.info/55928.htm

Then there’s Whitney Webb — who had to move to freaking Chile to say what’s on her mind:  https://www.thelastamericanvagabond.com/the-eugenicist-mindset-propelling-operation-warp-speed-w-whitney-webb/
And of course watch any episode at all of The Highwire:  https://thehighwire.com/watch/
And for financial accuracy with a weird twist, there’s Greg Mannarino:.  “We are in economic freefall…”   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g3pokuhR0As
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