Evil

Mass rape and soft genocide

My original intention was to write something celebratory about the Summer Solstice/St. John’s Day and making merry. But the moment drives me to even more pressing (and depressing) issues…

Some days you hate it when your suppressed misanthropic tendencies are confirmed by the news cycle reporting on the absolute depravity of which the human species is capable. Oh, and Happy Pride Month. The last week has had some doozies. First, there was the story of British secondary school teacher Jamie Varley and his “partner” John McGowan-Fazakerley and Varley’s conviction of murder for the 2023 death of the couple’s adopted child, only thirteen months old at the time. The child, a boy named Preston, endured unspeakable horrors in his short life. As reported by Sean Corbishley:

A postmortem examination showed Preston had sustained around 40 traumatic injuries in the 16 weeks he had been in Varley and McGowan-Fazakerley’s care.

They included at least 30 external bruises and a healing fracture to his left upper arm which was deemed non-accidental in nature.

But the infant had also suffered deep bruising to the back of his throat as well as injuries to his bottom, bowel and bladder which jurors heard were caused by sexual assaults.

His cause of death was ruled as acute upper airway obstruction caused by something being forced into his mouth blocking his ability to breathe.

Varley was found guilty of Preston’s murder as well as 25 other charges relating to his abuse following a harrowing seven-week trial.

McGowan-Fazakerley was convicted of allowing his death, three counts of child cruelty and one count of the sexual assault of a child.

And let me repeat this: Varley is (or was) a teacher, a TEACHER.

That was on Monday.

On Tuesday, British MP Rupert Lowe released his Rape Gang Inquiry Report, a harrowing indictment of the British establishment’s complicity in covering up the sexual abuse of 250000 British children, mostly girls, at the hands of primarily Pakistani Muslim rape gangs. I read quite a bit of the report, which I imagine is not quite as bad as what is alleged to be on Anthony Weiner’s laptop, but it is horrible nonetheless. And the British government, including PM Keir Starmer, as well as the vast network of social workers and other “social safety nets” ignored these atrocities (if you take even a cursory look through the report, you will see what I mean). Indeed, according to the report, “While Sir Keir Starmer was the Director of Public Prosecutions, it has been reported that 13,000 suspected rape gang members and paedophiles were let off with warning letters.” There’s nothing like a strongly-worded memo to set the world to rights! Because of the depravity of these crimes, I had to stop myself reading in order to ward off despair. I was only marginally successful. I almost wish God hadn’t made his promise to Noah about not destroying the world again.

Wednesday and Thursday were relatively quiet, as least by comparison. But then there was Friday.

On Friday, as many are probably aware, The United States’ outgoing Director of National Intelligence Tulsi Gabbard (she is leaving to care for her husband during treatment for cancer) released a trove of documents not only proving that Dr. Anthony Fauci (I swear I almost wrote “Mengele”) was responsible for funding gain of function research on coronaviruses and bats at the Wuhan Institute of Virology (even though such was in violation of US law), and that he not only knew his virus leaked into the world’s population but that he used all of his connections in government (the CIA, for example) to hide it. Not only that, but he enriched himself and others (not you and me) through the experimental mRNA “vaccines” (which were not vaccines—they actually changed the definition of vaccine to justify calling it that). According to the WHO (not an organization I trust necessarily) upwards of 15-21 million people died from Covid. That all goes to Fauci. In addition, according to VAERS, nearly two-million people died from the various Covid “vaccines,” as Senator Ron Johnson of Wisconsin has written,

Currently, VAERS shows 1,676,100 cumulative worldwide adverse events and 39,099 deaths associated with the COVID-19 injection, with 9,332 (24%) of the deaths occurring within 2 days of injection. Most of these tragic adverse events occurred well after federal health officials should have informed the public about the risks they knew existed. Instead, they hid or downplayed those risks. As a result, millions were harmed after being denied their right to fully informed consent.

So that puts Fauci’s total number of kills at around the 23 million mark. This is a soft genocide. And please note: What Gabbard has brought forth are not allegations: they are proof.

He has not yet been arrested.

Of course, Gabbard’s recent disclosure is not news to a lot of us—as we have been saying precisely this all along. As my friend Guido Preparata likes to say, “Conspiracy theory is too important to be left to conspiracy theorists.”

As I have written before, the Covid vaccines were a plague to my family. My wife and I are old school homebirth-organics-homeopathy Catholic hippies and we avoid vaccines (like the plague, as they say)… and we were especially intent on avoiding this vaccine. But the vaccine came to get us. In April 2021, after recently-vaxxed relatives came to our home to visit my mother (a dementia patient who lived with us), my wife suddenly came down with symptoms then associated with some women who had been recently vaccinated: irregular menses (periods every 10-14 days), enormous blood clots. We didn’t know what it was until a piece in The New York Times described the symptoms some recently vaccinated women were experiencing—and the comment section was full not only of vaccinated women having those symptoms, but of unvaccinated women who had been in contact with the recently vaccinated and were also experiencing those symptoms. Eventually my wife’s condition led to cancer of the endometrial lining and a hysterectomy. This is a woman who brought eight babies to term and breastfed them all. Cancer does not run in her family. She was not a candidate for this disease.

This is sad enough, but to make things doubly sad, we could get almost no one to believe us—doctors, clergy, many of my academic “friends.” Our working class friends and neighbors, however, gave us great support. Salt was rubbed even more deeply in our wounds when Pope Francis declared getting the vaccine an “act of love” and the Vatican—THE VATICAN—issued a commemorative coin in honor of the vaccines.

People typically don’t believe me when I tell them this.

I lost many, many friends over Covid—most of them Catholic academics, quite a few of whom I have invited into my home, even for weekend visits; others whom I helped in their careers. When my wife turned ill, the most I got from any of them was an “I know that’s what you think, and I’m sorry you’re going through that, but…” I wonder how many of them have seen the news from Gabbard. But I don’t think proof matters to them. I get it, though. Admitting you supported a soft genocide—even with good intentions—cannot be an easy thing to face.

I’m not alone, of course. I recently talked to someone, a woman of great courage and wisdom, who quit her teaching job when the administrators marched the students into a cafeteria to jab them with the vaccine (without their parents’ knowledge). She quit THAT DAY. She was also bullied by one of her mentors to get the vaxx—“for the protection of others”—but she stood her ground.

Me trying to see if my Catholic academic friends are ready to apologize:

I recently predicted that much of what has happened regarding the disclosure of secrets would come to pass. And it has (and I expect much more over the next month). But disclosure is only as good as the audience ready to receive it; and I fear many are not ready to receive it. They are still under the spell that was cast over them during Covid (and its propaganda mechanism was, by every measure, a magical operation). I don’t know how to break the spell.

Sometimes this all feels like a 1950s sci-fi movie, like Invasion of the Body Snatchers. The protagonist finds himself surrounded by his usual neighbors and friends—at least they look like his usual neighbors and friends—but their insides, their souls have been replaced by something or at least been suppressed into soporific abeyance if not turpitude (much like Théoden when we first meet him in LOTR). A great white magician like Gandalf is in order.

Like I said, I don’t know how to break the spell. I feel as if I’m always wrestling with demons and angels, but I will never give up. I don’t care if it costs me friends, subscribers, money… whatever. God didn’t place me here to go along to get along. He didn’t place you here to do that either. In the meantime, as Czesław Miłosz writes,

day draws near
another one
do what you can.

This is the most 80s Canadian music video ever.