The Rona.

While hospitals were crying they were filled to overflowing (they weren’t), they coded patients as “presumed” COVID.

All for that sweet government cabbage.

The CARES Act authorized a temporary 20 percent increase in reimbursements from Medicare for COVID-19 patients, so the more the merrier. Further, the government paid triple for any patient placed on a respirator! So while Governor Baker (MA) started back-dating death certificates, Governor Cuomo (NY) ordered 30,000 unneeded respirators.

Meanwhile, patients with already compromised pulmonary health were hooked up to ventilators that blew their lungs out. They were denied hydroxychloroquine and ivermectin (which work to reduce the effects and length of COVID) and given remdesevir (which doesn’t).

All for that sweet. Gummint. Cabbage.

Sanctioned by the highest levels of government, the whole thing was a sham. Reported statistics were derived from 1) a grossly inflated initial data model; 2) “confirmed” cases determined by medical testing of dubious accuracy; and 3) “confirmed” reports of death requiring no medical testing whatsoever.

Medical personnel who refused to play along with the democide were blackballed, stripped of their license, given their walking papers or all the above.

Patients were murdered by the very co-opted medical machinery designed to prolong life and health. It was loathsome. That they had to die alone was abhorrent. This is the very face of “care.”

Between placing respirators on incoming patients guaranteed “presumed” to have COVID and carting cadavers to the morgue, severely overworked medical staff somehow managed to empty a patient room in which they could carve out some time to block, shoot and edit dancing videos. Because the choreography was vital, the six-foot social distancing order was suspended.

𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲!
𝘞𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘶𝘻𝘢𝘬 𝘣𝘺 𝘔𝘢𝘤 𝘔𝘤𝘔𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴

We’re happy you’re complying
And we know you’ll soon be dying,
But we’re glad that you’re not trying (yet)
To thwart our plan today!
We really know what’s best (for you)
Come take an easy test (or two)
Get jabbed at our behest (woo-hoo)
“It’s really safe,” we say!
Now watch our little dance routine
We kick and scoot and prance on scene
Your health ain’t got a chance: We mean
To end your life today!
No question that we’re trouble
Your misfortunes we will double
Really hate to burst your bubble
But we’ll ruin your life today!
Right now you’ll lose your wealth (tee-hee)
And tomorrow, it’s your health (oh, gee)
If by force or just by stealth (come see)
You’ll forfeit all our way!
Don’t examine what you’ve seen
And don’t you question what we mean
Cuz our decorum is obscene:
We’re gonna dance your life away!

Text copyright 2023 by W. “Mac” McMeans
We Dance, You Die!
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