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) โconfirmedโ cases determined by medical testing of dubious accuracy; and 3) โconfirmedโ 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 dictum, which “not a doctor” Anthony Fauci made up with no science whatsoever to support it, was suspended. These dance compositions swept the globe, but were they moments of light-hearted frivolity or examples of the unsettling disconnect of psychopathic leadership?
๐๐จ๐ง๐ง๐ ๐๐๐ง๐๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ ๐๐ฐ๐๐ฒ!
๐๐ถ๐ณ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ป๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฃ๐บ ๐๐ข๐ค ๐๐ค๐๐ฆ๐ข๐ฏ๐ด
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!
๐ต
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!
๐ถ
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!
๐ผ
No question that we’re trouble
Your misfortunes we will double
Really hate to burst your bubble
But we’ll ruin your life today!
๐ต
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!
๐ถ
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!