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January 15, 2022

Day 666 of the Lock-Down: “The Devil made me do it!”

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jane Stillwater @ 8:04 pm

     For 666 long dreary days now, Americans have been systematically locked down and experimented on like monkeys and lab rats jammed into cages by a Hollywood-style mad scientist.  

 

     Day 666?  Yep.  Whether we believe in Revelations 13:18 or not, truly evil men are definitely in charge of our world right now.  And what is their goal?  To make us their guinea pigs.  And we Americans are just going along to get along — as if we have no choice.  There is always a choice.  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5kaiLcwHXB4

      We keep wearing face masks even though they have been scientifically proven to do nothing but scare little kids.  We keep getting booster shots even though they clearly do not work and pose a real danger to pregnant women and anyone else who doesn’t want to have heart problems or a stroke.  We keep screaming “Cases!  Cases!  Cases!” even though only 0.07% of us actually died from COV$D at the very height of the plandemic — and those who did die either had several co-morbidities or were helped through the Pearly Gates by Rendesiver and vents.  

     We keep doing everything “The Science” tells us to do — even though what it is telling us to do sounds counter-productive and, frankly, a bit bat-shite cray-cray.  And we keep voluntarily suffering from Mass Formation Psychosis, Stockholm Syndrome — while truly evil men just laugh at us behind our backs.

 

Poor sweet Haitians can’t afford lock-downs, ventilators, Rendesivir, vaccines, boosters, face masks or social distancing — yet their death rate is 300 times lower than in America.  What’s with that?  Maybe we should send them Anthony Fasci down there to set them straight.

      Even our local mayors, school boards and medical practitioners are guilty of crimes against humanity these days — happily jabbing us all up with experimental concoctions that have already killed over 20,000 Americans and have seriously injured over a million more.  Why?  Because  our local officials are bribed.  Billions in “federal” funds can be a great motivator.  That’s just sad.  https://www.globalresearch.ca/biggest-crimes-against-humanity-ever-committed-anna-de-bouisseret-explains-who-will-held-liable-under-law/5765620

     And even Britain’s premier medical journal, The Lancet, finally admits that we are now in a pandemic of the vaccinated:  https://principia-scientific.com/lancet-89-of-new-uk-covid-cases-among-fully-vaxxed/
 
     Same old story in Germany.  96% of those with the Omicron variant had already received the jab — and the boosters too:  https://internewscast.com/coronavirus/96-of-germans-with-omicron-were-fully-vaccinated-28-triple-vaxxed-only-4-unvaxxed-government-says/
 
      Day 666?  What is the end game here?  Those Evil Globalist Bastards have even more devilish plans in store for us.  Their end game is to have this lock-down go on forever — and it certainly looks like it will.  “The Devil made us do it!”  https://home.solari.com/alert-2030-psychological-agenda-obedience-training-for-prek-adults-already-global-with-billions-in-funding-for-full-control-part-4-wef-vision-for-global-education-system/
 
Resources: 
 
Deliberate experimentation:  https://www.globalresearch.ca/video-reiner-fuellmich-50-lawyers-vaccines-designed-kill-depopulate-the-planet/5767034
  
Pfizer, Moderna Vaccines ‘Dramatically Increase’ Heart Attack Risk, Renowned Cardiologist Warns

 
Dr. Peter McCullough Explains How Myocarditis Differs When Caused by Natural Infection vs Vaccine: “Now there’s pre-clinical studies suggesting the lipid nanoparticles actually go right into the heart. The heart expresses the spike protein and the body attacks the heart.”
 
Early in the start of the mass vaccinations, we called these “deaths by coincidence”.  We don’t joke about them any more.  Carlos Tejada: 49-year-old Wall Street Journal and New York Times writer posts booster shot photo on Instagram, dead hours later 
 
We’ve seen a huge number of vaccine deaths already — and it’s getting worse:  https://rumble.com/vs7c9i-huge-number-of-vax-deaths-and-its-getting-worse-dr.-pierre-kory.html  (For some strange reason, I can’t get Blogger to support this link but it’s well worth the effort to cut-and-paste.)

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Fun and Games in Afghanistan: Globalists win, we lose https://jpstillwater.blogspot.com/2021/12/fun-and-games-in-afghanistan-globalists.html

     Am I the only one who realizes that leaving all those billions of dollars worth of weapons behind in Afghanistan was a well-designed strategy on the part of the Pentagon and its masters, the Evil Globalist Bastards?  With all those state-of-the-art weapons in the hands of Taliban berserkers right next door, Russia has yet another outside threat on its borders to contend with in the Great Game.  And NATO just flooded Ukraine with high-tech missiles on Russia’s border too.
 
     But who the freak is paying for all these childish war games?  The globalist gamers?  Uh, no.  American taxpayers are ultimately responsible for the Evil Globalist Bastards’ mega-XBox gamer fun — that could blow us all up.
 

  Resources: 

Why does the British government’s mortality graph go up in a symmetrical straight line?  It should be more scatter-shot, right?  https://jdee.substack.com/p/dying-with-precision-causal-vs-co

And then there’s Libya.  Americans should be truly ashamed.  https://off-guardian.org/2022/01/12/the-narrative-and-reality-of-the-libyan-crisis/ 

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January 11, 2022

My South Africa diary: AIDS & COV$D & how Big Pharma scored Bigtime in Africa

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jane Stillwater @ 1:32 pm
 
 
    This morning I was tidying up my apartment and stumbled across an old dog-eared journal that I’d written back when I was in the Peace Corps in South Africa in 2007.  Here’s a quote:
 
     “How can you tell if someone has AIDS,” I asked a friend in Motswedi, the village where I was stationed.
 

     “Their flesh wastes away,” she answered.  “Look for sunken-in faces — and also their bottoms disappear.”  So now I’m all getting myself in trouble here in the village these days by staring at men’s butts on the street….

 
     Back when I was living in Motswedi, many of the grandmothers in my village were raising orphan children whose parents had died of AIDS.
 
     How tragic.
 
     What a lie.
 

     Imagine my horror and rage when I just recently discovered that not one of those sad sons and daughters had actually died of AIDS.  AIDS never even made it to Africa.  According to Robert F. Kennedy Jr’s new best-seller, The Real Anthony Fauci, what murdered all those mothers and fathers in Africa was AIDS medication.  Don’t believe me?  Read the damn book.  Chapter 8.  “Dr. Fauci’s African Atrocities”.  With 59 well-documented footnotes for that chapter alone.  RFK Jr got it right.

 
     It wasn’t AIDS that sunk-in those sad African faces and sagged up their sad African butts.  It was lethal does of harsh chemical drugs like AZT and Nevirapine, same as what we saw portrayed in The Dallas Buyers Club.
 
     My blood is boiling.
 
     So many thousands of African orphans consciously and deliberately created by Big Pharma — for fun and profit.  All those “humanitarian” villains should be forced to take their own poison medicine — and then have their own grandmothers raise their own orphan kids.
 
     And now these very same Big Pharma giants are trying to make orphans out of our American children too.  Why didn’t anyone stop them back then?  And why doesn’t anyone stop them now?
 
Resources:
 
Crimes against humanity eventually get punished (knock on wood):  https://www.globalresearch.ca/biggest-crimes-against-humanity-ever-committed-anna-de-bouisseret-explains-who-will-held-liable-under-law/5765620 
 
Here are some tales from my 2007 South Africa adventure:
 
The Sun Also Rises: News from sub-Saharan Africa  http://jpstillwater.blogspot.com/2007/08/sun-also-rises-news-from-sub-saharan.html
 
Where’s the beef: How I almost ate a whole cow…and am now at the dentist  http://jpstillwater.blogspot.com/2007/08/wheres-beef-how-i-almost-ate-whole-cow.html
 
Up the Bucs: Visiting South Africa’s Soweto — the southwest townships, then & now  http://jpstillwater.blogspot.com/2007/09/u-p-bucs-visiting-south-africas-soweto.html
 
Africa: The world’s largest refugee camp — with a little help from the G-20…  http://jpstillwater.blogspot.com/2007/09/africa-worlds-largest-refugee-camp-with.html
 
Lucas Mangope: One of South Africa’s living legends  http://jpstillwater.blogspot.com/2007/09/lucas-mangope-one-of-south-africas.html
 
My Pet Goat: Please help me organize national “Every Baby Gets a Bedtime Story” week!  http://jpstillwater.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-pet-goat-please-help-me-organize.html
 
Alcoholism in Africa: You know it’s a problem here when even I start looking good!  http://jpstillwater.blogspot.com/2007/09/alcoholism-in-africa-you-know-its.html
 
Death where is thy sting: Funerals in an African village
http://jpstillwater.blogspot.com/2007/09/death-where-is-thy-sting-funerals-in.html
 
Farewell to Africa, good morning Iraq!  http://jpstillwater.blogspot.com/2007/09/

January 3, 2022

Antigen tests: Americans soar to whole new heights of gullibility

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jane Stillwater @ 8:58 pm
 
 
     Last night on the evening news, a TV anchor personality showed us actual videos of Americans actually bragging that they had just sat in their cars for seven freaking hours, engines running, while they waited in line for their COV$D antigen tests.  Seriously?
 

     These people coulda just bought a freaking thermometer and stayed home.  Or they coulda shelled out $40 on Amazon for one of those fingertip oxygen-meter thingies like they use at doctors’ offices.  Your temperature goes up?  Your oxygen levels go down?  Stay in bed, take lots of vitamin C and D and drink plenty of water.  Take a freaking aspirin.  Use common sense.  Monoclonal antibodies.  Even the dread Ivermectin and HCQ.  Use common sense.  Early treatment saves lives. 

 

      And what if your employer or school requires a negative test score?  Catch 22?  Tell ‘em to shove it.  If three million Americans finally stop being gullible, there’s not much those toadies can do.

 

     Americans have their hair all on fire over “Cases!  Cases!  Cases!” as they pray to the Pharma gods that yet another booster shot will save their freaking lives.  No it won’t.  This is a pandemic of the vaccinated.  No place to hide.

 

     Getting another booster shot soon, Bucko?  Have your EpiPen ready — and your life insurance policy paid up.
 
Critical resources that have been censored by Big Pharma: 
 
Life insurance companies are reporting a 40% increase in American working-class all-cause deaths recently — even after everyone got The Jab:  https://justthenews.com/nation/states/indiana-life-insurance-ceo-says-deaths-are-40-among-people-ages-18-64
 
Laughter is the best medicine.  I’m not the only one who has fun with memes:  https://off-guardian.org/2022/01/01/23-covid-skeptic-memes-to-kick-off-2022/
 

From the legal perspective, there’s enough criminal activity by Big Pharma to “dismantle the entire vaccine industry” — and yet the muggles dream on.  http://thoughtcrimeradio.net/2021/12/reiner-fuellmich-new-findings-enough-to-dismantle-the-entire-vax-industry/?ISCI=031102&fbclid=IwAR3lh7TXZX-Ml0tRpi3lbb5fqa4F2RDYGY3IZMufjCVXxsiQYyqtCQbW9R0

 
And Joe Rogan is on a roll!  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=61XO3xkkfew
You want data?  Brace yourself:  https://jessicar.substack.com/p/the-shortcoming-of-the-repeat-dose

January 2, 2022

People are gonna hate me for this one

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jane Stillwater @ 4:33 pm

 

but I just couldn’t resist.  People definitely need a sense of humor these days (Day 657 of the Evil Globalist Bastards’ useless, worthless, fascistic and scary Lock-Down):

Plus here are 23 memes from the Off-Guardian of London that will cheer your New Year along:  https://off-guardian.org/2022/01/01/23-covid-skeptic-memes-to-kick-off-2022/

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December 30, 2021

Pay up, you cheap bastard: Anthony Fauci owes me 500 pesos

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jane Stillwater @ 7:10 pm
 
 

     I’m saving up all my weird travel stories for later — stories about how United Airlines gave me a free trip to Puerto Vallarta, or how I fell into Yelapa Bay fully-clothed and drowned my poor little cell phone to death, or how I scored over-the-counter ivermectin and hydroxychloroquine in the back room of a P.V. pharmacy or….  Right now I’m just gonna write about how pissed off I am at Anthony Fauci.

 
     Because of that greedy avaricious bastard, I almost didn’t make it back home to the USA.
 
     “You can’t board your flight unless you can show a negative COV$D test result,” said the kind man behind the ticket counter at the airport.  “There is an antigen-test lab out in the parking lot.  I suggest you go there.”
 
     Outside in a huge white tent that was doing land-office business, another kind man collected my money — 350 Mexican pesos in change and an odd assortment of American dollars.  “That’s all I got.”  It was enough.
 
     “Come back in 30 minutes.”  A half-hour later I received a piece of paper declaring that I had negative test results too.  “You do not have COV$D.”  But everyone received the exact same negative test results.  Almost one thousand travelers fill the airport here, at the very height of the Omicron scare, and yet there wasn’t even one of them with a positive result.  Not even one.  Seems like they always give us the test results that the globalists need us to have — whether to scare us into giving up our rights or to just snag up our travel bucks.  What a racket, what a rip-off, what a scam.
 
     Like cattle, we all stood in line at the tent.  Like lemmings, we all handed over our 500 pesos.  Like box-car children, we all dutifully got our noses swabbed.  I was the only one who complained.  “This is blackmail!  None of us are sick!  500 pesos for a worthless slip of paper?  I’ve been robbed!”

     Even the lab-coated swab technician agreed with me.  “But what can we do?  I’ve got a family to support and you need to get back home.”  Win-win situation?  Hardly.
 
     That bastard Anthony Fasci owes me 500 pesos.
 
Resources:
 
It’s always a good thing to watch https://thehighwire.com/watch/.  Pick an episode.  Any episode.  Watch and learn.
 
America is in the drug-cartel business.  Sinaloa has a hecka lot of competition:  https://earthnewspaper.com/2021/12/29/why-does-trump-push-the-jab-dr-david-martin-on-man-in-america-10635/
 
And you can always count of Steve Kirsch for important insights into “The Science”:  https://stevekirsch.substack.com/p/how-the-game-is-played
 
Here’s an interesting theory from a South African doctor — that spike proteins are like bee stings.  We show no allergic reactions to our first bee sting but may develop allergies after the second or third one.  Similarly, the first COV$D spike protein may not affect us but the next spike protein we are exposed to can, be it Alpha, Delta, Pfizer, Moderna, Johnson or whatever.  Solution?  Early treatment with antihistamines!  Duh.  https://rumble.com/vr2bcv-dr.-shankara-chetty-w-dr-reiner-fuellmich-the-corona-investigative-committe.html

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December 19, 2021

Groucho & Karl: Who knew that Americans would all become Marxists?

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jane Stillwater @ 5:57 pm
 
Groucho & Karl: Who knew that Americans would all become Marxists?
      “Outside of a dog, a book is man’s best friend.  Inside of a dog, it’s too dark to read.”  Groucho Marx said that.  So I just keep on reading — out here where there’s more light.  And I’m still slogging through Sophie’s World, a book about philosophy.  Just finished reading the chapter on Karl Marx.  Yep, he was a philosopher too — and a fairly interesting guy.  “The heart of any society is based on our ability to make and produce whatever kind of stuff that we need to keep ourselves alive and well.”  Karl Marx said [something like] that.

So.  Who produces all the life-sustaining stuff in America today?  Dresses, dishes, digital equipment, dolls and doo-dads all come from China.  Our all-important farmland is mostly owned by Bill Gates.  It is the CDC and Big Pharma that control our life-or-death medical choices — not Roe vs. Wade.  And everything else here is delivered by Amazon.  Karl Marx would have said that the basis of America’s society is always somebody else — not us.  And he would have been right.

      Groucho Marx said, “I refuse to join any club that would have me as a member.”  Not to worry.  Club America does not want us mere working-class peons to join it.  And neither does Club Global want us around either.  “Why bother with humans?  They are so messy.  Robots should be the basis for our society.  Robots can do the work.”  Nobody I know personally said that.
     So what should we do?  According to both Karl and Groucho, we need to go start our own damn clubs!  Let’s shut out and blackball those Evil Globalist Bastards, Big Pharma billionaires and military-industrial elites.  Let them be the outsiders for a change.  Let them be the unpopular kids sitting alone in the lunchroom — while we ourselves finally become the popular guys.
     “But Jane,” you might say, “How do we even manage to become our own means of production???  I don’t have a clue how to knit socks or grow kale.”  Yeah, but…. We gotta start somewhere.
     “I find television very educating,” sez Groucho.  “Every time somebody turns on the set, I go into the other room and read a book.”  Let’s start by turning off our [made in China] TVs, stop getting indoctrinated to buy stuff on FascBook and figure out how to grow beans on the front lawn.  Decentralize everything so that you can walk everywhere?  Buy a freaking horse.  Think locally.  And, to also quote Groucho, “Learn from the mistakes of others.  You can never live long enough to make them all yourself.”

PS:  What other famous philosophers do we know about?  Lenin and Lennon of course.  John Lennon said “All you need is Love”.  Sure.  But we also need food, air, water, shelter and the occasional “Ata Boy”. 

     Vladimir Lenin, on the other hand, was the start-up prototype for today’s Evil Globalist Bastards.  He was not interested in the fate of blue-collar workers, the salt of the earth.  He wanted to play with the Big Dogs and would have been the absolute darling of Davos had he been alive today.  He would have hated John Lennon — and even Karl and Groucho Marx.

PPS:  Omicron is soooo much milder than Delta that it’s almost like having the sniffles.  So if everyone in the world comes down with a case of Omicron, then we’ll all be naturally immune to COV$D forever.  Big Pharma’s worst nightmare, sure, but then we can just go back to worrying about Evil Globalist Bastards, the military-industrial complex attacks on Palestine, Venezuela, etc. and American bombs over Syria and Yemen.

     If every human being on the planet gets this milder and nicer Omicron variant, then we all will become naturally immune to COV$D.  Bye-bye to Big Pharma profits, bye-bye to Day 647 of this stupid lock-down, bye-bye to “vaccines” and “boosters” that don’t work, bye-bye to torturing our children with face masks, bye-bye to idiots in our health departments, bye-bye to censorship, bye-bye to….

Resources:
Written 40 years ago, this sci-fi novel feels like what’s happening today (except that the author blames all his crazy lock-down on poor old Karl Marx and not the Evil Globalist Bastards):  https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/this-perfect-day-ira-levin/1000358523
Good advice on how to make our shiny new spike proteins happy:  https://worldcouncilforhealth.org/resources/spike-protein-detox-guide/
Here’s Joe Rogan’s famous podcast with Dr. Peter McCullough.  Everything you would ever want to know about the treatment of COV$D:  https://childrenshealthdefense.org/defender/joe-rogan-peter-mccullough-doctors-worldwide-restricted-treating-covid-patients/?utm_source=salsa&eType=EmailBlastContent&eId=8de0a498-c746-4619-ab3d-0b94f96e3a6a
“If living was a thing that money could buy, you know the rich would live and the poor would die….”  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UIH1KccVlHk

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December 14, 2021

Memes of the Day:

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jane Stillwater @ 2:43 pm

 

     Is it finally time to get pissed off?  Duh, yeah.

 

 

 

 

 

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December 6, 2021

APRIL, 2020: Ghostly COV$D nostalgia at the haunted Biltmore Hotel in Los Angeles

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jane Stillwater @ 11:24 pm
 
 
Editor’s note:  This article will soon be Chapter 4 in my next book, 2020: Living dangerously in a Time of COV$D.  Lots of chapters yet to be typed up. I better stop slacking and get to it.
 
April 25, 2020:  “We have a special deal for you,” bragged Expedia.  Good timing — one day after my $1,200 government stimulus check had arrived.  I’ll take that deal!  Fly down to Los Angeles, spend a night at the legendary Biltmore Hotel and fly back home the next day.  Boom.  Only $300.  But then complications set in.  Flight changes kept popping up in my inbox until the only sensible thing to do was to spend another night at the Biltmore.
 
     Money to burn!
 
     “Sunday night will cost you $60 more than Saturday night,” said Expedia.  Huh?  I balked.  But COV$D-19 had made me rich!  Money’s no object.  Why not.  Then my friend Samantha called.  “Remember when I asked you what you’d do if you won the lottery?  And you replied that you would use that money to travel?”  And thus be able to benefit the most sentient beings, my ultimate goal in life?  Yeah, I remember.  “Well, be careful what you wish for.  Now you’ve got money to travel with on the one hand — but on the other hand a lot of people got sick and a lot of small businesses crashed.”
 

     Bummer, she’s right.  And do I feel guilty?  Absolutely.  And yet here I am, on a teeny-tiny airplane, with only eleven other passengers aboard, on my way to the legendary Biltmore Hotel.  “The Biltmore is the most haunted hotel in America.”  Bring it on!

 
     Oh, and BTW, I think that I already had COV$D — and recovered.  Or perhaps not.  Last week I had some of the symptoms of a mild flu plus my usual weird desire to hide under the bed for days with only a good book.  Does that count as COV$D?
 
      The plane is taking off.  Biltmore ghosts, here I come!
 
     And the bus from LAX airport to Union Station downtown was cheap and quick.  Finding the metro station was easy.  “Just take the purple line and get off at Pershing Square.”  Okay.  Now I’m here.  But which way is the Biltmore from Pershing Square?  Ask a cop.
 
     “I’m a big fan of The Rookie police show,” I told three cops standing on the corner.  “Might you direct me to the Biltmore?”
 
     “See that large brick building that we are standing right in front of?”  Duh.  Beautiful Georgian facade — but the freaking front door was closed, locked and chained.  Oh crap.  Am I going to have to sleep outside with the other hobos on Pershing Square?  At least the night was warm.  Slowly and sadly I walked around the one-square-block-sized hotel.  Locked down and locked out.  But wait!  There’s a secret back entrance!  I’m in!
 

     And I’ve just entered an amazing fairyland.  Suddenly I was so glad that I came!  This hotel puts even the Palace Hotel in San Francisco to shame.  Ornate carvings.  Incredible chandeliers.  Vast stairways and ballrooms and terraces and chambers.  Art Nouveau!  In the style of San Simeon.  In the style of freaking Versailles.  I’m in heaven.  Bring on Katherine Hepburn’s ghost!  Luxury.  Beauty.  History.  So worth the (imaginary) risk of getting COV$D-19[84].  Tomorrow maybe I’ll just curl up in a chair in the lobby, read a book and pretend that I’m Mary Pickford.  Plus this place is vast.  Plus I’ve got the entire ninth floor all to myself.  I could willingly just move in and live here.  Guess I have a thing for old hotels.

 
     Time to go to sleep.
 
     So glad I came.
 
April 26, 2020:  Slept like a log.  But, damn it, no ghosts appeared.  At least no famous ghosts.  At one point in time, a female detective ghost just stood at the foot of my bed and stared at me.  She was perhaps 40 years old, light-skinned, shoulder-length brown hair, wore a blazer, had a detective’s badge hanging from her neck and was no one I’d ever seen before.
 
     And my only dream involved a party in Eugene, Oregon, at a house so very typical of the homes where hippies lived back in the 1960s.  I kept trying to make an herbalist brew me a perfect cup of tea.  Frustrating.  Then I went and sat on the front room couch next to an old flame of mine.  I was tired — and apparently pregnant.  Weird dream.
 
     What to do today?  Perhaps an unofficial tour of the Biltmore?  Perhaps an unofficial tour of the nearby cathedral, Our Lady of the Angels?  A nice long walk in the heat?
 

     Wow, just wow!  I just did a complete tour of downtown L.A.  On foot.  In 93-degree heat.  Staggered back to the Biltmore with sunstroke and dehydration — but boy did I cover all the bases.  First there was Pershing Square where I got yelled at by a panhandler for being a racist bitch because I wouldn’t give him five dollars.  “I bet you would give money if a White boy asked.”  But the actual square itself was all closed off due to the lock-down.

 
     Then on to the Grand Central Market, a gigantic funky food court.  Bought a cobb salad for $18.  Pricey, right?  Then I trudged up to Olivera Street for the best taco in the world!  And also a barbacoa beef enchilada.  Yummers.
 
     But Olivera Street was mostly closed down.  All the quaint little souvenir shops were boarded up.  On to the cathedral.  Built like a bomb shelter basically — or like a castle-slash-bunker under siege.  Have no idea what the inside looked like because the heavy wrought iron gates were bolted closed.  On a Sunday morning.  I crossed myself and moved on.
 
     Walked past the Mark Tabor Forum, the Chandler Pavilion, the Walt Disney concert hall.  A fashion model was doing a photo shoot in front of the concert hall so I jumped right in.  “Want a little old lady in your shoot?”  I don’t pay my SAG-AFTRA dues for nothing.  But apparently they did not want me  Their loss.
 

     Then more trudging, back down the hill in the heat to the Biltmore.  Almost didn’t make it.  Thank goodness for air conditioning.  Also I ran into two Mexican men who were joyously practicing their mariachi music and vocal harmony over near the cathedral.  Lovely.  I offered them three dollars in support of The Arts but they graciously refused.

 
     This trip has been awesome so far.  Now it’s time to chillax for a while and then go read a book in the famous and impressive Biltmore garden court.  Took more photos.  Absorbed more awesomeness.  Looked for more ghosts.  Then back to my room to eat leftovers from the Grand Central Market, watch The Rookie and eat a Kind bar for dessert.  Dark chocolate.  Simple pleasures while surrounded by old-Hollywood decadence.
 
     So glad I came.  And yet, damn it, almost any kind of change or effort is always so scary for me.  I’m always scared.  Scared of airplanes, scared of travel, scared of people, scared of writing, scared of everything.  It’s a miracle that I get out of bed in the morning — let alone go off into war zones or take on the Dark Overlords of the world.  But still I do it.  Stupid?  Dumb?  Or brave?
 
     Oh shite.  Now I’m afraid of having to wake up at 6:00 am and being out the door at 7:00 am.  Being coherent that early in the morning really scares me.
 
    I can do this!
 
     But I still hate to leave the Biltmore behind.
 
April 27, 2020:  Damn it, I had a really rough time getting to sleep last night.  1:00 am.  2:00 am.  3:00 am.  Still wide awake.  Used homeopathic and herbal sleep remedies.  Nothing worked.  What’s with that?  I was desperate.  Finally at 4:00 am I went under — only to be woken up two hours later by reception.  Crap.  Plus I had really weird dreams.
 
      First dream: my apartment complex’s maintenance guy discovered that all our sewer systems were rotting away beneath our feet.  Second dream:  A young Saudi man was staying with me to help out around the house and then the doorbell rang and there was his mother, seeking asylum.  And she had two little children with her — and she was pregnant.  And then a few more children appeared.  And then more and more children.  No one knew what to do, least of all me.  So we hid them all in a basement temporarily (hopefully not one connected to rotting sewer pipes).  But then there was an earthquake or cave-in or something, and clods of dirt started falling from the ceiling of the cellar and on to the hapless woman and her family.
 
      Then the phone rang.  6:00 am?  “I’m up!  I’m up!”  Honestly.  Somehow I managed to stagger off to the airport — but only after spending a few last lovely moments sitting in the glamorous Biltmore lobby and sipping hot tea.
 
     Chomping on Fritos at the airport kept me going long enough to make it home and play freecell solitaire long enough to decompress.  I wonder where I can go next.  Got myself hooked on stately old hotels, especially haunted ones.  I wonder if they have any in Arkansas, the one American state left that I have never been to.  Las Vegas seems like a waste of time because all the historic hotels there are closed — but I do want to go there for Mothers Day.  Or perhaps go to Sacramento.  It’s got haunted hotels.  Or….

November 29, 2021

Spinoza on the subject of trans-human AI: “There is still hope”

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jane Stillwater @ 11:24 pm
 

     Back in the seventeenth century, a philosopher named Baruch Spinoza studied the many facets of Mankind — and concluded that all human beings are essentially alike.  We are all human.  However, even though us humans are capable of doing all kinds of cool stuff, we still can never grow tails like a lion or produce oranges like a fruit tree.
 

     Yeah duh, Baruch.  Boring and obvious stuff.  Yawn.  Didn’t Spinoza have anything better to do with his time besides stating the obvious?  No TV to watch?  No fast cars or jet planes?  Poor guy.

 
     But then along comes Klaus Schwab and his Evil Globalist Bastards, desperately trying to shoot us all up with graphene oxide and turn us into 5G-driven robots.  “You will own nothing and you will be happy,” according to Klaus.
 
     “But Jane,” you might say, “that’s all just a nasty rumor.  Conspiracy theory.  Misinformation.”  Maybe….  But….  What if it isn’t misinformation?  What if trans-humanism is actually the Evil Globalist Bastards’ actual plan like they keep telling us it is and we take them at their word?  Then what?
 
     Spinoza to the rescue!
 
     “No matter how hard the E.G.B. cartel tries to turn humans beings into artificial intelligence robots, they can never truly and totally succeed.  Why?  Because in the end, human beings can only be human.”
 

     Thanks, Baruch, for allowing us to be just a little bit hopeful — hopeful that even though it might seem like both ourselves and our children actually are fated to become happy robotic sock puppets, that even then, somewhere deep down inside the core of us robots, the essence of being human will still exist.

 
     Sorry, Klaus & Friends, but no matter how hard you try, some of us will still manage to stay human.
 
PS:  Philosopher Rene Descartes was all about being reasonable.  “Reason Reason Reason!” he cried back in the 1600s.  And thus if Descartes were alive today, it would make absolutely no sense to him at all for Big Pharma to put graphene oxide, a known toxin, into all its COV$D shots.
 

     And it would make even less sense to him for doctors to give Moderna-Pfizer-Janssen jabs to little kids who are in zero danger from dying from COV$D or to give COV$D jabs to folks who had already had COV$D or to pregnant women — unless of course Big Pharma did it all for the money.  Descartes would clearly see the reasonableness behind that.  https://tube.solari.com/videos/the-trueman-show-51-catherine-austin-fitts/

 
PPS:  The philosopher John Locke also tells us that the sole purpose of government is to serve the people it governs.  “Government” as a rational idea is a good thing, according to Locke — but today’s Evil Globalist Bastards have kidnapped our government and are holding it for ransom in Davos.
 
Resources:
 
 
And a bit of humor always helps:  https://www.bitchute.com/video/QIJRhUQgiBab/
 
Sophie’s World, a novel about philosophy that makes Spionoza easier to understand (but it’s still a hard slog):  https://us.macmillan.com/books/9781466804272/sophiesworld
 
James Corbett gets all philosophical.  Spinoza would approve:  The Great Conspiracy Debate on Grand Theft World
 

And of course Allison McDowell always nails it when it comes to nanobots in our bloodstream and other mysterious things:  Blockchain Keys To A Murky Metaverse – Interview With Bonnie Faulkner of Guns and Butter WBAI

 
As Michael Franti and Mazim Qumsiyah remind us, “Stay Human!”:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zb03HQ0Ar-4
 
“The COV$D vaccine is a gimmick”:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TD–3ozLiEo
 

This interview with Dr McCullough is on a right-wing web site but there will soon be no difference between right and left as we all start to fight for our lives against the EGBs.  “The enemy of my enemy is my friend”.  https://www.americaoutloud.com/covid-19-vaccine-induce-disease-emerges-as-leading-public-health-threat/

 



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November 10, 2021

Dominoes starting to fall: America’s slo-mo slide into bankruptcy

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jane Stillwater @ 4:14 pm

 

 
 
     “Our local dollar store just went out of business,” said my neighbor.  Oh, no!  Where am I going to get cheap holiday decorations for my front door!
 

      “Its shelves are now completely empty, but they were partially empty even before the store closed due to shipping bottlenecks.”  That makes sense.  Almost everything that Americans own these days is clearly stamped “Made in China” and a lot of shipping bottlenecks are involved between there and here.  We basically rely on China for our lifestyle.  Without access to Chinese manufacturers, we are totally screwed — but a lot of that access no longer exists.

 
     And yet even despite our heavy reliance on China, we are being constantly told to hate the Chinese.  Evening news commentators and online pundits are constantly beating their drums for a war between us and them.  But the American economy doesn’t run on Dunkin’.  It runs on container ships from Asia.  Declaring war on China would be like McDonalds declaring war on burgers and fries.  Economic dominoes have started to fall.
 
Sidebar:  According to Google, over four billion syringes filled with The Vaxx have already been administered worldwide (so far).  And where do those billions of disposable syringes come from?  China!  For instance, the JN Medical Device Company in Anhui, China, will only fill orders for over 360,000 syringes.  And also how come nobody at the Glasgow climate conference has asked where all those billions of disposable syringes are actually being disposed of?
 
     Then I went shopping at Trader Joe’s yesterday.  Five of the items on my list were not available.  The shelves were bare.  “What happened here?” I asked one of those friendly guys in Hawaiian T-shirts.  Same old story.  “Breakdown in the supply chain.”  No canned pumpkin, steel-cut oats or organic spinach for me.
 

     Next, let’s look at those pesky Nuremberg-Code-violating vaccine mandates that have also affected our economy negatively.  Hundreds of thousands of Americans are quitting their jobs rather than get vaxxed.  And the COV$D scare itself has cut a grim-reaper swath through our economy, right?  300,000 more Americans went on unemployment just last week.  605 days of being locked down for no scientifically-justifiable reason has devastated America’s small businesses.  A disease that can be cured by early treatment with Ivermectin and Vitamin D has pretty much cut our economy off at the knees.  Many more dominoes have fallen.

 
     And while we are busy looking over our shoulders at the COV$D train wreck, the Federal Reserve has just stolen nine trillion dollars from us after we stopped paying attention.
 
     But whatever has caused this horrific domino effect, where exactly are America’s economic dominoes going to fall?  And when?  How can we predict when these falling dominoes will sweep down our street too, taking us along with them?  And how can we protect ourselves when they do sweep over us like the legendary Galveston Flood?  Hint:  Don’t ask.  We are not supposed to ask these kinds of questions.  We are only supposed to gratefully obey or else be accused of killing grandma or being a Q-Anon goon rather than an informed intelligent American.
 
      Currently, most Americans have willingly participated in all of this COV$D craziness — because they are afraid.  And yet we clearly have far more to fear than just some nasty flu bug.  We need to truly fear seeing our economy ripped to shreds.  And what about that handful of evil globalist bastards who have joyfully set all these deadly economic dominoes in motion?  They do not even care.  And obviously Americans don’t seem to care about anything but COV$D either — as our economy is being destroyed in slo-mo.
 
Resources:
 
Our true economic reality sucks eggs:  https://unlimitedhangout.com/2021/10/podcasts/covid-19-and-central-bank-digital-slavery-with-john-titus/

We are being brainwashed big time.  How to recognize propaganda when you see it:  How to Disarm Propaganda – Mark Crispin Miller on #SolutionsWatch : The Corbett Report

A patent attorney notes that both The Virus and The Jab were both patented years ago.  This game of dominoes has been in play for the last decade at least:  https://www.bitchute.com/video/fHhniBm4cyiM/

Winner take all and the winner is not us.  Sorry, you lose.  Tyrants win:  https://soundcloud.com/charleseisenstein/cj-hopkins-the-new-totalitarianism-e60
 
OMG, you don’t even want to know what is happening in Scotland (but I’ll tell you anyway).  In a fully vaccinated country, the death rate just went up 30%:  https://www.unz.com/mwhitney/excess-deaths-point-to-depopulation-agenda/
 
And of course Greg Mannarino always tells us the economic truth — but with a dramatic flare:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IzxNYbjjZZ8
 

What’s Left?  Diego Rivera may have had it all wrong.  Technology might not be our friend after all:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E1LkyE2K6fI

And a real actual medical doctor describes the entire COV$D-slash-Vaccine mess in just seven minutes:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=crAyJvyDygM

November 2, 2021

Booster shot after booster shot: If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jane Stillwater @ 2:09 pm
 
 
     I’m about to run out the door to Walgreens and get my first Pfizer shot, my first Moderna shot and even my very first shot of J&J.  Don’t try to stop me!
 
     And then after that, I’m also going to get my first booster shot ASAP.  And the next one after that too — ad infinitum.

     What changed my mind?  What changed me from being a proud anti-vaxxer to becoming the world’s greatest cheerleader for Moderna?  Science changed my mind!  A scientist friend of mine said, “Our human bodies were never meant to get all those vaccines.”  And then, after re-watching that infamous 2010 TED talk by Bill Gates about wanting to eliminate a few billion people by use of vaccines (and also after watching The Invasion of the Body Snatchers on Halloween), I suddenly realized that Gates and his evil globalist bastard cohorts have been deliberately making interesting plans for us “useless eaters” for over a decade.
 
     Ya think they’re not trying to kill us?  First watch this video and then get back to me:  https://www.globalresearch.ca/video-watch-dr-peter-mccullough-talk-about-covid-treatment-vaccination/5760141
 
      Apparently, however, just one dose of their magic vaccine was supposed to get rid of all us Useless Eaters — and yet we are still here?  Que milagro!  Hurray for the human race!  Freaking resilient even despite all the gunk in those shots!
 
     Was it eugenics that kept us alive?  Survival of the fittest?  Guess we are all a lot stronger than those evil globalist bastards thought.  Their Plan A failed.  Time to switch to Plan B — give us yet another booster shot of that gunk and just keep on doing it until only themselves and their A.I. robots are left.
 

     But what can I myself do to stop all this carnage?  Little old me?  Apparently nothing.  Everybody in my neighborhood already hates me for even trying to act like Paul Revere.  “The Bastards are coming!  The Bastards are coming!”  So I’ve decided to stop fighting the inevitable and join the rest of us pod people — become one of the Vaccinated too.  Who wants to be the only moral person, sad and lonely, left on earth?  If all of the world’s useless eaters are gonna have to die off together, then I wanna join them and die too.  Goodbye cruel world, I’m off to visit Walgreens!

 
PS:  Are you depressed?  Bankrupt?  Homeless?  Hungry?  Unemployed?  There’s always a way out of your misery — suicide by booster shot!
 
PPS:  Once I get a couple of those shots inside of me, I will be like Father Damien, that priest who heroically preached to the lepers of Moloka’i — until one day he said,  “Now I am one of you too.”
 

PPPS:  Those evil globalist bastards weren’t so naive after all.  Some of them must have known that just one Jab wouldn’t get the job done, and so they were thinking ahead just in case –  at the very beginning of this vaccine frenzy they made space on our COV$D-19 Record Cards for at least four doses.

 
Resources: 
Halloween was a great time to watch The Invasion of the Body Snatchers — and then run out and get your Boo-ster shot! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vc_0dlmSq7I

That infamous TED talk:  “The world today has 6.8 billion people.  That’s headed up to about nine billion.  Now, if we do a really great job on new vaccines, health care, reproductive health services, we could lower that by, perhaps, 10 or 15 percent.”  https://www.ted.com/talks/bill_gates_innovating_to_zero/transcript?language=en

Some vaxx batches are benign while other batches are killers.  Which states got the killer batches?  We may never know.  Or perhaps VAERS deaths were just under-reported in some of our states?  https://theexpose.uk/2021/10/31/100-percent-of-covid-19-vaccine-deaths-caused-by-just-5-percent-of-the-batches-produced/

And our human immune systems are getting into more and more trouble these days.  https://theexpose.uk/2021/10/30/gov-reports-show-fully-vaccinated-and-children-developing-ade/

Day 598 of this COV$D craziness?  We have far more to fear than just a nasty flu bug.  Our true economic reality sucks eggs:  https://unlimitedhangout.com/2021/10/podcasts/covid-19-and-central-bank-digital-slavery-with-john-titus/

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October 20, 2021

18 months ago: Visiting New York City, the very epicenter of COV$D

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jane Stillwater @ 7:51 pm
 
 
Editor’s note:  Here we are, dear reader, about to view a rough draft of Chapter 3 of my proposed book about traveling throughout America during that strange first year of the Great COV$D Pandemic.  “2020: My Year of Living Dangerously During the Lock-Down” is the book’s working title.
 
PS:  This adventure took place back in the “good old days” when travel was still allowed.  Nobody is allowed to travel hardly anywhere any more.  My next scheduled trip to the Middle East was just cancelled.  Why?  Because of the mean-spirited bureaucratic lock-downs of course — but also because no one there trusts Americans.  Can you blame them?
 
April 11, 2020:  Holy moley!  I’m leaving for New York City tomorrow morning at the butt-crack of dawn.  New York City — where apparently freezer-morgue trucks line the streets and corpses are being buried in mass graves due to COV$D.  Talk about being a war correspondent?  I’m going to be entering what sounds like a war zone.  This opportunity is just too good to pass up.  Plus airfares and hotel rooms are all super-cheap right now.  Might as well take advantage.
 
April 12, 2020:  After all this time, is it any surprise that I am the absolute queen of organized packing?  And at exactly 4:45 am, I hauled my suitcase and laptop and purse and box lunch and cup of hot tea out into the dark and damp streets of Berkeley, only to sit on the curb for 27 minutes while waiting for the F bus to San Francisco.
 

     “Here comes the bus!” I said to myself — because there was absolutely no one else on the streets for a five-block radius for me to say it to.  COV$D-19[84] has shut this entire city down.  There aren’t even cars driving by.  And BART trains won’t even start running until 8:00 am.  Hurray for A.C. Transit!  Hurray for the F bus!  New York City, here I come.  But after I finally got to the transfer point in downtown San Francisco, some desperate and ungainly running after the #396 bus was involved — running down Mission Street in the dark, dragging all that luggage and yelling “Stop!  Oh, please stop!”

 
     “This isn’t a bus stop, lady,” said the driver but I looked so pathetic that he let me onboard anyway.  And it still isn’t even daylight out yet.  My three-day adventure has officially begun.  Go, me!  No Fear!  Except for the fear of missing a bus.
 
      You simply can’t believe what happened next.  I was the only person at the TSA security checkpoint.  Let me say it again.  The only one.  Unreal.  And now I’m one of perhaps ten passengers on a plane that should hold over 200 travelers.  How cool is this!  If only it wasn’t so sad.
 
     And here I am on the airplane, reading a murder-mystery paperback about a private security company that tried to take over America by creating a giant fear incident.  The fictional company’s name was Blackthorn — and guess what?  Eric Prince’s Blackwater company will now take over security for the current COV$D-19[84] fear incident.  I’m speechless.  “Life imitates art.”  The flight attendant also fed us some most excellent granola bars on the plane.  I even got two extra ones all to myself.
 
     JFK airport was empty.  “A city brought to its knees,” was my first thought.  And of course my next thought was, “Where is the restroom”.  JFK’s airtrain is empty.  Will the subway be empty too?  I’m just about in tears.  I curse the bastards who did this.
 

     At least the freaking subway had people in it.  And the streets of Manhattan had people walking, conversing and acting normal too — but there was only one hitch.  All of these people were the ultra-poor.  They obviously had no upscale places to go to.  No techie apartments.  No lounging around in jammies and eating high-end pizza on designer couches for them as they ride out the three-week lock-down.  Take-away from all this?  That only the dregs of humanity are now left on the streets  — and that America really has a whole bunch of dregs.  We just don’t notice them until everything else is taken away.  “Cry the beloved country.”  I have tears in my eyes for real this time.

 
      Holy cow.  I just realized that none of these poorest of the poor will be receiving any of that “stimulus package” relief money either.  That sucks eggs.  $1,200 would have at least bought them each a good meal and a roof over their head for at least one last night, sort of like when a condemned prisoner gets one last meal.
 
     I don’t have to go over to Bellevue Hospital and look for refrigerator-truck morgues to see the effect of COV$D on New York City.  All I gotta do is look at its streets, any street.
 
     I love my hotel.  Totally cool!  I’ve got an 18th-floor up-close view of the Empire State Building, winking at me, right outside my window.  And the room itself?  A high-tech modern design, newness and tile and wood and chrome.  Way beyond IKEA.  So I watched cable TV and then went to sleep.  Discovered the Hallmark channel.  Pure schmaltz.  Just what I need.

 

April 13, 2020:  Perhaps there is something to all this COV$D-19 panic after all.  I just woke up from a horrible dream wherein I’d taken a handful of salt crystals from an old baking soda box, added some peach pits, poured them into an old pressure-cooker, filled the pot with water and waited for it to boil.  So far, so good.  But then things got weird.  Horrid half-dead insects started crawling out of the boiling water, trying to get away.  Repulsive.  I tried again and again to kill their ugly selves, stepping on them with my feet.  Translucent albinos, mutants, creepy-crawly things with pincers and multiple legs.  Gross!
 
     But, in the dream, I did feel sorry for this one mutant butterfly, painfully trying to crawl out, with one large deformed translucent wing.  But they were all mutants, having been bred from the darkness at the bottom of the salt box.  And there was only one thing I could do in the midst of all this horror — one obvious thing.  I got on the phone and called Mr. Rogers.  And, I’ll be damned, he actually came over, sweater and all.  “Kindness makes everything better,” he said.  Was that the moral of this dream?  Do dreams even have morals?
 
      It was rather cold last night in my perfect little hotel room 18 stories above New York City.  I’ll ask for another blanket tonight.
 
2:00 pm:  Holy sheep dookie, what a morning I’ve had.  Well, actually it wasn’t exactly all that exciting — unless you consider that I did it all in a rainstorm with 40-to-50 mile-per-hour winds.
 
     First I walked down Broadway to Harold Square, then on to Union Square.  And, no, Soho Press wasn’t open.  It’s my favorite publishing house.  Rats.  All I got was a photo of the doorman shooing me away.  “They are all working from home.”  But the Food Emporium was still open so I bought a huge Caesar salad for later and half a rotisserie chicken for now — which I ate while walking down Second Avenue toward B&H Dairy.
 
     St. Marks Place was shut up tight.  Nothing.  Not even cars parked at the curbs.  Not even the Gem Spa was open.  I street-hiked down to B&H Dairy.  Fingers crossed!  No, nope, it was closed too.  But.  Coming to the Lower East Side without eating rice pudding is a crime against nature so I stopped by a grocery store and bought some “Kozy Shack” rice pudding.  Not as ethnic as B&H but who cares.  This is an emergency!  It was delicious.
 
      Then over to East 5th Street for even more Remembrance of Things Past.  I used to live here back in 1965 — but don’t remember those stairs being so steep.  Used to pay $28 a month for an apartment with a toilet in the hall and a bathtub in the kitchen-slash-living room.  Now all those rent-controlled apartments have been converted into truly expensive condos.  Sigh.
 
      At the nearby Ninth Precinct police station, I asked directions to the neighborhood food give-away.  “I used to live next door to you guys 55 years ago,” I told two cops standing in front of the precinct.  They smiled indulgently.
 
     “You walk down to First Avenue,” said one cop, “then left on 3rd Street for the free lunch.”  And, yes, there it was.  Turkey sandwiches, milk, generic Cheerios and carrots to be exact, being distributed to us plague victims by civic-minded volunteers.  At that point, however, the wind turned my umbrella inside out and it was time to get back to the hotel.  On the bus up First Avenue, I passed several hospitals.  None of them looked busy to me.
 
     More rain.  More wind.
 
     Now I’m back home, snug in my little hotel, eating salad and rice pudding and happy as a clam.  Oh, and I also went up in the elevator to the hotel’s rooftop garden on the thirty-second floor to eat there.  No fun at all.  “Terrifying” would be a better word.  A terrific view, sure, but far too much wind and rain.  Yikes.
 
      The hotel sent me up another blanket, a huge white comforter, so now I’m totally ready to hunker down and shelter in place like the rest of New York City’s elite.  But then I got bored.  Back to hitting the streets.  Getting wet all over again.  Using my little pocket camera to document this once-in-a-million-lifetimes event.
 
      Went off to visit historic Penn Station and guess what?  “They tore it down way back in the 1960s.”  Oh.  But it was still a nice walk.  Ate more salad and more rice pudding for dinner plus a half-glass of that cheap wine I bought at Walgreens last night.  What to do tomorrow?  I’m thinking perhaps The Cloisters?  Central Park?  That’s gotta still be open, right?  Maybe Bellevue hospital.  If I have time.
 
April 14, 2020:  And now I’m totally freaked out!  Couldn’t get to sleep.  At all.  The ghost-like quality of New York City still haunts me.  It’s now 4:00 am — and all I want to do is go back to Berkeley!  And not because I’m afraid of catching the coronavirus either.  It’s because of the images of this sad and deserted city — and also because of that creepy 5G.  Or something like that.  I’d brought my electromagnetic measuring-device thingie and it is currently flashing its red lights like crazy and beeping its little heart out.  But whatever is causing all this insomnia, I can feel it deep in my bones.  My ears ache, my body is tense.  I have a headache.  And, no, it’s not COV$D.  Perhaps it might be COV$D-1984 however.  I feel like I’m being slowly microwaved by the fear that electrifies New York City right now.
 

       In this fugue-like state, I can almost see New York City starting to die.  Soon, slowly but surely, I predict that people will start leaving.  Individually.  One by one.  Thinking of this or that lame excuse to leave.  In four or five years, I predict that NYC will be all but deserted.  The city that never sleeps will become a ghost town.  And it is with all these freaky thoughts running around my brain at 4:00 am in the freaking morning, that the hotel’s fire alarm system goes off!

 
     Screaming sirens!  Right in my own room!  I’m grabbing my passport, a paperback book, my jacket.  I’m trying to imagine how I’m going to be able to climb down 18 flights of stairs in my nightgown and bunny slippers — and my painfully sore knees.  Trapped in a towering inferno!  I’m panicked.
 
      I call downstairs to the front desk.  “It’s only a false alarm.”  Literally.  “Sorry about that.”  OMG, I’m still freaked.  A glass of warm milk wouldn’t be out of place here.  Or a homeopathic sleep remedy.  Or even a Valium.  Yikes.  Will I ever get back to sleep?  Do I even want to?  Will I dream about creepy bugs again?  Will it be all their dreams of creepy bugs that will drive New Yorkers away?  The last straw?  And where would they move to?  Sucks to be them.  Hell, it sucks to be me.
 
     Somehow I managed to go back to sleep around 6:30 am.  It’s now 11:15 am.  I’ve wasted my only morning in New York City where there is actual sunshine.  I’ve got to pee but am too sluggish to get out of bed.  But there is leftover rice pudding in the mini-fridge.  Maybe thoughts and dreams of rice pudding will lure me out of bed.
 
      Hey, it worked.
 
      Now let’s watch the news.  “If you can get online, you can apply for your $1,200 supplement too.”  That is, if you can get online and have a real bank account and an actual physical address.  Too bad for the rest of you.
 
     Hey, I got a plan on how to stay longer in the Big Apple.  I go get tested.  I test positive.  They put me up in a COV$D-designated hotel room.  I get to stay in NYC for 14 more days for free.  I’d do that in a (New York) minute except that I won’t test positive.  But now it’s time to watch a webinar on how to get unemployment payments.  Took me a full half-hour to hook into Zoom.  Voila!  Boring.  But it gave us lots of numbers to call, URLs to investigate and other bureaucratic information.
 
     But then I made up for lost time.  Harlem!  Central Park!  St. Patrick’s Cathedral!  The #M2 bus!  There were a hundred people standing in line outside of the Harlem Whole Foods — and I was one of them.  And parked alongside of the line was a highly-decorated food truck.  But instead of tacos or hummus, this truck was selling marijuana cookies!  How entrepreneurial is that.
 
      And I loved Central Park.  And loved the down-and-out streets of Harlem too.  I’m going to miss New York when its manic COV$D, 5G and techie craziness finally turns it into a ghost town.
 
      There is so much to see here.  I love that the African-American underdogs of 125th Street are still not caving in to discrimination, poverty and despair — to say nothing of the constant pressure from fierce gentrification.  Then there is the obvious contrast between Harlem poverty and the masses of European-American have-it-alls frolicking along the jogging trails of nearby Central Park.  You can’t hate any of them, either Black or White.  They all seem to be enjoying life.  Perhaps that is the human condition after all — and what, in the end, we all have in common.
 
     Look at me, getting all philosophical.  Am I making the most of my lightning-strike trip to New York City?  I guess.
 
April 15, 2020:  Five hours of sleep is just not enough.  I’m awake and nervous as a cat this morning.  It’s 5:00 am.  Checkout time is noon.  Looks like I’m going to be forced to involuntarily “shelter in place” between now and then while I sort myself out.  Crap.  There’s just too much going on in Manhattan for me to sleep, but now I’m a nervous wreck.  Damn, I’m so jealous of those people who can fall asleep at the drop of a hat.
 
      Yesterday, when my #M2 bus drove past Trump Tower, there were two SWAT guys locked and loaded and stuffed into full body armor, standing out front.  I wonder how much that is costing us taxpayers?
 
     Enough of this existential angst.  I’m either going to fall back to sleep — or I’m not.  Apparently not.  More TV.  Now the talking heads are going on and on about how people are dying in rest homes.  Duh.  That’s what people in rest homes do.  With a lot of help from Governor Cuomo.
 
     Did I mention that yesterday I walked past the “Billy Graham Chaplaincy” trucks and tents set up in Central Park’s east meadow?  “How many patients do those tents hold?” I asked a cop.
 
     “60,” he replied — but this emergency area didn’t look all that busy either.  And a few yards away from the enclave was a sad bunch of handmade signs saying, “These people are haters” and “We don’t want these haters here”.  Apparently the Billy Graham Chaplaincy’s offshoot, the “Shepard’s Purse” disaster relief organization, is homophobic.  Shame on them.
 
     There’s just all kinds of wrong going on with this COV$D-19[84] operation.  No wonder I’m in angst.  This thing is of such gigantic scope, who the freak can deal with it all.  So many lies.  So I climbed back into bed with some breakfast sausages from Whole Foods and another half-glass of cheap wine.  Decadent.  But, hell, this is New York City.  Decadence here fits like a glove.  Screw it.  No more going back to sleep for me.  Waste of time to even try.  And I still have one more thing left to do before I leave.  Time to get my arse over to the actual World Epicenter of COV$D-19 itself — Bellevue Hospital!
 
     There was hardly anybody there.  Ambulances sat empty on the street in front of the hospital.  The ER ambulance bays were empty.  The lobby was empty.  A security guard told me to stop taking photos and move on.  So much for the World Epicenter of COV$D-19.
 
     Up the street at another hospital (First Avenue is Hospital Row), there was a long line of 30 to 40 people in scrubs.  What were they lining up for?  Waiting for ambulances to arrive?  No.  They were waiting in line at a food truck.  “BBQ,” read the food truck but most of them were waiting to buy designer coffee.  Hey, I want some designer hot water!  I brought my own teabag just in case, but the line was too long.
 
     On the walk back to the hotel, I looked everywhere for a place that was open to sell hot drinks.  Nope.  None.  There was a Trader Joe’s that was open but its line was also too long.  61 people in it to be exact.  I counted.  Finally I found a small coffee shop near the hotel that was open.  Good.  My hands were really cold.  Ah.  I’m in hot water now!
 
     Back at the hotel, I even managed to take a short nap.  Ten minutes?  Power nap?  Sure.  Now I’m sitting in Row 10, Seat A of my airplane.  No food service, no one in the TSA security checkpoint but me, no luck getting my wi-fi hooked up at the airport — but I’m here!  On my way home!  Living on stale Clif Bars that I scored from the 13 Reasons Why craft services snack table six months ago, back when they were still making films.
 

      But I’ve had a fabulous adventure — and I’m not gonna starve between JFK’s Gate 5 and south Berkeley, right?  But then it turns out that my freaking journey home is still gonna go on and on and on and on.  First I waited an hour for a bus to take me to JFK.  Then a really long plane ride with a boring transfer in Chicago.  Waiting for another bus outside the San Francisco airport.  In the dark nighttime.  Out in the freaking cold nighttime weather.  This is taking forever.  “How much does a taxi to Berkeley cost?”

 
     “$80.”  Oh.  So I waited and waited some more.  Out in the cold.  Finally a bus to downtown San Francisco arrived.  And now I’m still waiting in downtown S.F.  Opened my suitcase, pulled out an extra pair of pants and put them on too.  Right in the middle of the bus terminal.  At midnight.  3:00 am, New York time.  Who knew I could be this resilient, living on granola bars for the last ten hours.  If I don’t get COV$D-19 after tonight, then I’ll know that we are being lied to for sure!
 
     But, hell, I’ve also been to Bellevue Hospital, the world’s Ground Zero for COV$D — with no serious side effects from that either.  So far so good.  And I still have one more Kind bar left too.  I shoulda taken that cab.
 
April 16, 2020:  It’s 2:30 am here in Berkeley!  I finally made it home, but it was never at any point a sure thing.  Caught the last bus of the night from the airport to San Francisco.  A long wait at the Trans-Bay terminal.  Finally the very last night-bus to Berkeley arrived.  Next question?  Do I have time for a hot bath before I pass out?
 
Resources:
 
How does Dr. Merrick even do this?  Gives you everything you need to know about COV$D in record time:  https://rumble.com/vnrqz7-dr-lee-merritt-packs-mountains-of-information-deconstructing-fallacy-of-the.html
 
And how to say “Yes, but…” to the vaxx:   https://www.williambernardbutler.com/vax-letter-2-0/
 
And if you need any advice regarding your legal rights in a time of COV$D, here it is:  https://www.crrow777radio.com/360-god-given-rights-are-permanent-unless-free/
 

Then there’s the systematic purge of any of us who do not immediately conform in lock-step:  “For the past 18 months, people who refuse to convert to the new official ideology are now being segregated, stripped of their jobs, banned from attending schools, denied medical treatment, and otherwise persecuted.” https://dissidentvoice.org/2021/10/the-great-new-normal-purge/

October 8, 2021

Madam Jane predicts: “My new sci-fi novel will be a bestseller!”

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jane Stillwater @ 1:48 pm
 

     “I always wanted to be a science fiction writer,” said Madam Jane yesterday over tea and pumpkin pie in her back yard.  That makes perfect sense.  She can see into the future.  Why not write a book that describes what she sees?  But then it would no longer be science fiction, right?

     “Here’s the plot so far,” said M.J.  “Some evil globalist bastards start scheming various scenarios on ways to vaccinate the entire world with some weird greenish-brown secret formula liquid that will transform us all into robots.”  Sure, why not.
 

     “However, they only have a short window of opportunity to do this in.”  Before Captain Marvel finds out?  “So they force, blame, guilt-trip, coerce and bribe everyone into getting The Shot.  They cajole, shame, apply peer pressure, brainwash, threaten and stampede everyone into getting vaxxed.  Their techniques are both highly effective and painful to watch.”  And probably painful to read about too.

 
     “But still their clock keeps on ticking, they haven’t gotten everyone shot up yet and time is rapidly running out.  They’ll never make their deadline.  People are starting to wise up.”  So what should the evil globalist bastards do?  “They put more and more pressure on everyone to get The Jab.  Pregnant women, babies, first responders, grandmas, movie stars, airline companies, nurses, Walmart, your best friend next door.  We all start feeling the turn of the screw.”  
 

     So.  Will the evil globalist bastards finally make their quota just in time to take over the world?  “I haven’t worked that part out yet,” replied Madam Jane.  Wait, what!  You’re not going to just leave me hanging here like this!

 
     “Sorry but you’re gonna have to buy the book.”
 
PS:  According to Madam Jane, we small remnants of unvaxxed humans still left in this world right now are not just some endangered species about to be wiped out by the advance of Civilization.  No, we are even more special and precious than that.  We are now like some ancient buried treasure — a living, breathing UNESCO World Heritage site containing the only shreds of “natural immunity” left in this world. 
 

      “And while almost everybody on the planet is now protected from getting a serious case of the original COV$D virus,” continued Madam Jane, “they all will be forced to get booster shots like clockwork for the rest of their short lives in order to protect themselves from the variants.”  But why?  “Because their new immune systems will only recognize the original virus — but not its variants.”  

 
       “But what if that life-saving booster formula is suddenly no longer available or is priced so high that only the evil globalist bastards can afford it?” I asked.  “Is everyone else going to be doomed?”
 
      “No matter who does or does not survive,” replied Madam Jane after a short glance into her crystal ball, “you few remaining unvaxxed humans will soon be the only living archive for our vast collective memory of what it was like to have a human immune system — one that took a million years to create.”  Hey, I’m an artifact!
PPS:  Madam Jane also predicted that Pentagon budget limits will be raised by an outrageous bunch of more billions ASAP — even though there are no more new invasions planned.  Whew.  I guess.
 

     “And the Federal Reserve will continue stealing trillions from us taxpayers at its usual alarming rate,” she predicted.  “Rest assured, however, that there will be no more paltry trickle-down handouts for the likes of you and me due to the COV$D scam.  But the good news is that the next worldwide disaster those evil globalist bastards plan for us will not involve germs.”  Money?  “Yeah.”

 
Resources:
 
How many times has Dr. Fasci lied to us?  Let me help you count the ways:  https://www.globalresearch.ca/video-emerges-fauci-others-planned-universal-mrna-flu-vaccine-became-covid-19-mrna-vaccine-because-people-not-afraid-enough-flu-virus/5757839
 
For you science geeks, here’s more data about the dangers of The Shot than you could even believe possible:  Winning the War Against Therapeutic Nihilism & Trusted Treatments vs Untested Novel Therapies
 
Welcome to the 75th anniversary of the Nuremberg trials, Prez Biden.  https://www.bitchute.com/video/cLZ3s6spE6k3/
 

And as usual James Corbett connects all the dots:  https://www.minds.com/CorbettReport/blog/everything-is-connected-1289066761043316753

October 3, 2021

Courage, justice & wisdom: Aristotle speaks out on the lock-down

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jane Stillwater @ 2:29 pm
 
     I love visiting old haunted hotels.  There’s one within walking distance of my apartment.  It’s pricey to stay there but you can always just go hang out in the lobby.  And that’s where I met the ghost of some old dead Greek named Aristotle.
 

     “Why in the name of Athena is everyone around here wearing masks?” he asked me.  Good question.  Then Aristotle launched into a long boring lecture on ethics.  “There are four components involved in being an ethical person,” he said.  “They are courage, temperance, justice and practical wisdom.”  Yawn.

 
     “Let’s talk about the lock-down instead,” I replied.  Aristotle’s ghost looked at me like I was the stupidest student ever.
 

     “Is it courageous for healthy people to be locked down like rats in a trap when you could be out helping those who are actually sick?”  Er, no.  “We should be giving them early treatment instead.”  He does have a point there.  Quercetin, HCQ, ivermectin, monoclonal antibodies,  budesonide and even food-grade hydrogen peroxide and Vitamin D come to mind.  “Is it temperate to spend 568 days hiding under the bed just because of a virus with a 0.07% death rate?”  No balance at all in doing that, sir.

 
      “Is it justice to lock down the poor, destroy small businesses, eliminate jobs and wipe out the middle class while wealthy globalists get more and more rich and powerful every day?”  That doesn’t serve justice either.
 
     “And as for practical wisdom?  Is it wise to allow yourself to get injected with a vaxx that has a 2.15% death rate?  It takes wisdom to say no to such foolishness.”  And courage too.  Who wants to be called a Trumper every time I point out actual scientific data debunking the plandemic?  Not me.  https://www.skirsch.com/covid/Refuse.pdf
 

     And speaking of politicians, of course Aristotle’s ghost had something to say about that too.  “Politics should be the fine art of helping people become more courageous, temperate, just and wise.”  Do our globalist leaders and their puppets do that?  Hell, no.  They just run around screaming, “The sky is falling!  Trust us!  Give us your money!”
 

     And then in a puff of ectoplasm, Aristotle was gone.  I guess he didn’t like wearing a face mask.  “Come back, Aristotle!” I cried.  “Come back!”  Faced with a choice of political leaders between Trump the scheming bigot and Biden the arse-kissing pawn, we need all the wise people we can get — even the dead ones.

 


 

September 18, 2021

Here’s a scary thought: Were we better off when the Orange Man was prez?

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jane Stillwater @ 8:51 pm
 

 
      It’s painful for me to even conceive of such a horrible idea — but let’s look at the facts.  At least when Trump was in the White House, we had someone to hate.  You gotta give the Orange Man snaps for that.  He unified us all against him!  We formed “Black Lives Matter” and “Me Too” as a result.  We fought back.  Now, under Biden, we’ve been de-fanged.
 
      At least under the Orange Man we got economic subsidies to help ride out the storm.  Under Biden?  We’re not even getting those any more (the Federal Reserve gets them instead).  We’re not even getting unemployment checks.  Small business bankruptcies are becoming more and more common every day as Main Street is forced to shut down due to a virus with a 0.07% death rate.  https://odysee.com/@thecrowhouse:2/MUST-WATCH-Funeral-Directer-John-O’Looney-Blows-the-Whistle-on-Covid:9
 
     Under Biden, we’ve been shot up and locked down, threatened with variants and casually sent to our doom because Nobel-Prize-winning medical treatments are now denied.  If everyone had taken hydroxychloroquine (aka quinine, that stuff we put in our gin and tonic) like Trump recommended, this plague would have been over 520 days ago.  Sigh.  https://www.globalresearch.ca/conspiracy-theorists-were-right-poison-death-shot/5756128
 

     And now the CDC has pretty much stopped counting the vaxx death toll.  Their VAERS report, however, numbers the vaxxed dead at 14,506 as of September 10, 2021.  And according to a Harvard University study, there are many, many more unreported vaxx deaths.  What have we here?  “The Walking Dead”?  https://www.globalresearch.ca/conspiracy-theorists-were-right-poison-death-shot/5756128

 
     The COV$D death rate in my hometown is 0.07%.  The vaxx death rate nationwide is 2.15%.  I’ll take my chances with COV$D!  https://childrenshealthdefense.org/defender/vaers-injuries-deaths-covid-vaccines-new-highs-biden-mandates/
    And in a statement before the FDA recently, an expert testified that the vaxx is killing two people for every one life it saves. His testimony, however, has been censored by YouTube. https://www.bitchute.com/video/UnooXOMNq4vB/
 
     Our Marines just got blown up in Afghanistan because of a poorly-thought-out retreat plan.  We coulda just flown everyone out safely through Bagram airbase — but those dramatic visuals on the evening news would be far less sexy.  Where’s the fun in that!  And then there’s Palestine and Syria.  Biden, Trump, Obama and Bush all agree with the globalists.  “Let’s keep spending more and more money to slaughter every man, woman and child in the Middle East.”  But America isn’t alone.  Chinese communists also think that globalists are Da Bomb.
https://odysee.com/@corbettreport:0/alqaeda1:b
 
     And then there are the mandatory American vaxx dompasses.  Seriously?  For a “vaccine” that might kill us and doesn’t even work?  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PNZ5dRXXJ4Q
      But worst of all, President Biden has sold his soul to Davos.  The globalists now own his arse.  And they own our arses too.  https://www.unite4truth.com/post/another-holocaust-is-taking-place-before-our-very-eyes-survivors-deliver-letter-to-ema-important
 

PS:  I recently heard Dr. Simone Gold speak over in San Francisco.  “The best way to strengthen our immune systems is to be happy,” she said.  I wanna be happy!  However.  The globalists’ goal is to make us as unhappy as humanly possible, no matter what Klaus Schwab says.  He’s lying through his teeth.  The globalists’ actual goal is to stop us from being creative — and to make us their bitches.  Opps, already happened.

 

     A musician I know is out of work and depressed.  A kindergartner I know is crying behind her mask.  A homeless man I know now has plenty of homeless company.  A poet I know writes apocalyptic poems only.  A restaurant owner I know has gone bankrupt and sad because she just lost her home.  So much for being happy in America today.  The globalists have won.

   

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September 10, 2021

Has the American Left turned into Richard Nixon?

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jane Stillwater @ 11:33 am

      Remember the heroic American Left’s finest hour back in the 1960s?  Back when we protested that terrible atrocity known as the Vietnam War?  Boy are those days gone forever.  Here in the 2020s, the American Left has its little heart set on following Henry Kissinger’s brutal policies to the letter and sending anyone who isn’t in lock-step with them off to the Hanoi Hilton.

 

      “I am not a crook!” screams the American Left as it demands that we carpet-bomb Syria, turn Palestine into Mai Lai, reenact Apocalypse Now in Africa, the Middle East and Latin America and win the hearts and minds of the American people by locking them up.

     ‘If we don’t inject every man, woman and child in America with the military-industrial complex’s latest version of Agent Orange, napalm our elders with Remdesivir and outlaw Ivermectin like it was the Viet Cong, then China will cause the Domino Effect!” screams the Left.  Richard Nixon couldn’t have said it better. 
      These days, the American Left is giving a standing ovation to Tricky Dick.  On so many levels, that’s just wrong.
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