THIS & THAT XVIII

           A UK eugenics society known as the “Sterilization League for Human Betterment” has recently changed its name to “EngenderHealth.”  I feel so much better.

 

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          Brian Sicknick is the Capitol Police officer who died on January 7, one day after the riot at the Capitol Building in Washington.  Originally we were told he was hit with a fire extinguisher by protesters.  False.  Then we were told he was spritzed with “bear spray,” which somehow resulted in his death.  In fact, we now know there is no evidence he suffered an allergic reaction to any chemical irritants.

 

          Finally, more than three months after the riot, the medical examiner’s report on Sicknick’s death was released.  He suffered two strokes and died of natural causes a day after the riot.  The strokes were caused by a blood clot in an artery that supplies blood to the brain stem.  The medical examiner was asked whether the clot constituted a preexisting medical condition, and would not comment.

 

          This means that no one was killed by Capitol protesters during the January 6 riot.  A few hundred people broke into the building, trespassed in secured areas, sat at the desks of some members of Congress and threw papers around.  The only person killed that day was an unarmed protester named Ashli Babbitt, who was shot by a policeman the government still refuses to identify.

 

          Other than that, the Capitol protest was EXACTLY THE SAME as Pearl Harbor, 9-11, the Civil War, the crucifixion, or whatever the Democrats are comparing it to today.

 

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          Life is largely about making one’s peace with entropy.

 

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          As of April 30, 2021, the CDC was reporting 10,262 “breakthrough cases” of COVID-19.  These are people who were vaccinated who then came down with the virus.  On May 1, the agency announced that, going forward, they would only count breakthrough cases if they resulted in hospitalization or death.

 

          Questioned about this shift in policy on CNN, on May 16, CDC Director Rochelle Walensky first admitted that 223 vaccinated Americans had died “with COVID,” but that most of these were not “COVID deaths,” suggesting that, for example, a person with COVID might have a heart attack and that such a death should not be counted as a “COVID death.”

 

          For the past fifteen months, the policy on COVID deaths has been that if you had tested positive for COVID and then died, yours was a COVID death even if you had actually been hit by a truck.  Now, apparently, the worm has turned.

 

          The effect of this change in policy will be to boost the “effectiveness” numbers for the various vaccines by simply not counting many of the people who get the shot and then get sick anyway.  This will help the bureaucrats who want to remove the “emergency authorization” status for the vaccines.  The increase in “effectiveness” will also provide another talking point for those who demand 100% vaccination worldwide.  

 

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          It is easy to get categories confused.  The previous item concerned those people who 1) got vaccinated, 2) got COVID, and 3) died.  The CDC director said there were 223 people in this group, though I have no idea where she got that number.

 

          These should not be confused with those who merely 1) got vaccinated, and 2) died.  According to the CDC’s Vaccine Adverse Events Reporting System (VAERS) database, there were 4588 such reported deaths as of June 11, 2021.

 

          Disclaimers:

 

          1.  The CDC does not verify these death reports, so some of these deaths of vaccinated people could have been caused by something other than the vaccine.  Some might even be completely false.

 

          2.  A study by Harvard researchers concluded that less than 1% of adverse events related to vaccines are actually reported to the VAERS database.  So the number of vaccine deaths might be much higher than 4588.

 

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          NBA ratings are plummeting, for a number of reasons, but one reason is that a number of former fans (like me), are bored by the current all-offense/no-defense ethic.  To spice up the game, I suggest the game be changed to a make-it/take-it affair.  If a team scores, even just a foul shot, it retains possession and gets a new shot clock.

 

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          I have written before about blood citizenship (jus sanguinis).  In much of old Europe, blood citizenship is the rule, and you must prove your parents were citizens before you can become one.  This means that entire families that may have lived in a country for hundreds of years will have no path to obtain legal citizenship or voting rights.  The alternative, found in the U.S. and much of the Western Hemisphere, is birthright citizenship (jus soli), where, if you were born in say, Kansas, you are an American citizen from birth regardless of your parents' status.  

 

          Aryan certificates (Ariemachweis), were issued in the 1930s in Nazi Germany to designate those eligible for Nazi Party membership, those qualified to become SS officers, and sometimes those entitled to own land.  Generally, one had to produce proof, from marriage and birth records going back to January 1, 1800, that none of your ancestors had Jewish or other undesirable blood.

 

          Because of Germany’s rule of blood citizenship, Aryan certificates are still accepted as valid ID in Germany because they were based on certified public records.  This link to Germany’s racist and genocidal past is yet another reason why blood citizenship should be rejected by decent people as the sole path to legal status.  Those who want to eliminate America’s birthright citizenship tradition are making a terrible mistake.

 

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                    In Philadelphia, the city’s indoor mask mandate ended a week ago, yet today, at a Target in the city, a large majority (my estimate: 85%) of both customers and employees were walking around with masks on.  There is no legal reason to wear a mask indoors, there has never been a public health reason to do so, and there are now no serious grounds for debate on the usefulness of masks.  It’s a pointless exercise, yet 85% of my fellow Philadelphians are still wearing them.  The reluctance to take the masks off reminds me of a famous gag attributed to Mark Twain:  “It is much easier to fool people than to persuade them they have been fooled.”

 

          Fifteen months ago, there was no particular reason to think mask-wearing would be effective in stopping the spread of a respiratory virus, or that lockdowns of schools and various segments of the economy would prevent infections, or that “asymptomatic spread” (where healthy people can make you sick by talking to you), was anything to worry about.  Still, with the initial confusion and fear about COVID, it was perhaps not surprising that some of these ideas got a bit of traction.  Now however, in the wake of dozens of studies on all these issues, we know these components of COVID panic were pure idiocy.

 

          The people behind these lethal and destructive falsehoods (Fauci and the other bureaucrats, and Governors Newsom, Cuomo, Wolf, Murphy, Whitmer and others), should now be dumped in the landfill of history along with the Y2K proselytizers, the prosecutors in the “Magic Clown” cases in the 1990s, and the perpetrators of a hundred other episodes of mass American madness.  Yet they remain in power.  It seems, in a way, they are protected precisely by those decent people they duped.  Despite all the evidence on masks, lockdowns, and asymptomatic spread, most people who believed what they were told will never accept the truth.  To do so would be to admit they were fooled, and admit their own culpability for the propaganda and the lies.

 

Copyright2021MichaelKubacki 

CHOW

 From “The Old Man,” a collection of reminiscences about my father, Stanley Kubacki.

 

            Sandy is out of town for a few days, and last night I found myself hunting through the kitchen for food that 1) I could eat for dinner, 2) probably wouldn’t kill me, and 3) should have been thrown out some months back.  Dinner ultimately consisted of seven frozen battered shrimp from three different containers and a half dozen pigs in blankets that I had purchased during the Obama administration, all so covered with frost and freezer burn that it was difficult to determine initially which were the shrimp and which the pigs-in-b’s.

 

          Some years ago, probably in the 1990s, when my mother was off traveling, I visited my father at home and walked in on a similar scene.  On the kitchen counter were twenty cans he had pulled out of the pantry, a can opener, a large glass of iced water and a smaller glass I recognized as a scotch on the rocks.  In one hand, he held a spoon and in the other was an open can of cuttlefish.

 

          Cuttlefish are cephalopods, like squid.  Wikipedia describes them as having:

 “large, W-shaped pupils, eight arms, and two tentacles furnished with denticulated suckers, with which they secure their prey. They generally range in size from 15 to 25 cm (6 to 10 in), with the largest species, Sepia apama, reaching 50 cm (20 in) in mantle length and over 10.5 kg (23 lb) in mass…. Studies are said to indicate cuttlefish to be among the most intelligent invertebrates.^[4] Cuttlefish also have one of the largest brain-to-body size ratios of all invertebrates.”

 

          The can itself was dented and the paper label identifying the product was discolored.  I don’t know how long these particular intelligent cephalopods (just how smart could they really be?), had been on the shelf in my parents’ kitchen, but I glanced at the expiration dates of the other cans (pork ‘n beans, sardines, pears in syrup, etc.).  They were not recent.

 

          “Living pretty high on the hog with Mom out of town, aren’t you?” I said.  I should mention he was, at this time, a retired judge with a healthy pension, money in the bank, and a paid-for house in one of the nicer parts of Philadelphia.  

 

          “Can’t waste food, son,” he replied.

 

          “Do you eat the stuff you like first?  Or do you save that for last?”  I asked, though I think I knew the answer.

 

          “Well,” he admitted, “this cuttlefish isn’t very good.”

 

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          My father’s father, Stanley Ignatius Kubacki, about whom I know virtually nothing, died when my father was a child, leaving a wife, three daughters and Stanley.  In what I must assume was a marriage of convenience, my widowed grandmother married a widower with six children of his own.  Then another child arrived.  The thirteen of them (if you are doing the math), lived in a row house in Port Richmond, the Polish section of Philadelphia.

 

          My father’s step-father, whose name I will not share with you, hated my father and wasn’t all that fond of his step-daughters either.  I’m sure my father could have told me many stories about his step-father, but one of the few he shared involved the barrel of apples, and I heard it many times.

 

          With eleven children in the house, food was never plentiful, and one way to feed the masses was with a barrel of apples purchased every autumn and kept in the basement.  This was the only food in the house that was not served up in portions at breakfast, lunch and dinner.  The apples were available whenever you wanted one, but with one caveat.  If there were apples with bruises or brown spots, you had to eat them first.  And of course, while you were eating the bruised apples, the perfect apples were aging and getting bruised from sitting around in the barrel.  And then you had to eat those apples before you were allowed to eat the good ones, and so on, and, as my father put it, his voice rising at the thought of the outrage that had been visited upon him sixty years prior, “YOU NEVER GOT TO ACTUALLY EAT A GOOD APPLE!!!”

 

          The only other story he told from his childhood also involved chow, and the scarcity of it.  Again, it’s not that the family was destitute, but there were eleven kids in the house, it was 1927, and they were a working-class family in a working-class neighborhood.

 

          It seems that one day in Port Richmond, an inventor arrived, a “scientist” from the old country who had come to America to raise money for his latest invention, a perpetual motion machine.  He was immediately embraced by the neighborhood, which was thrilled to have such a brilliant man in their midst, and he was offered lodging in this house and that, free meals and so on.  One of the priests invited him to give a lecture in the church basement where he might score a few bucks in donations.

 

          One night, this honored gentleman appeared at the table in my father’s home, and as the potatoes were being passed around, just as they were about to reach young Stanley, the man commandeered the serving plate and shoveled the remaining spuds onto his own plate as my father, then eleven or twelve years old, sat there stunned and speechless,

 

          “And that was it for me,” my father told me.  “I knew there was something fishy about perpetual motion machines but I also knew I couldn’t just denounce this man, so the next day, after school, I went down to the main library downtown and looked through encyclopedias and physics books and I came home with proof that there is no such thing as a perpetual motion machine.  It’s impossible.  So I showed my mother and I told all the kids I knew and I told the neighbors and my teacher, and the word got around, and gradually his invitations dried up and he had to leave Port Richmond.”

 

          “And were you a hero then?” I asked.

 

          “No,” he said.  “They hated me for it.  I had punctured everybody’s balloons and I was just a snotty little know-it-all.  You know, son, no prophet is without honor, save in his own country.”

 

          I heard the prophet-without-honor line a number of times from my father, but it was many years before I learned it was actually one of Jesus’s favorite gags.

 

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          For my sister and me, there were lessons to be learned.  I don’t remember actually being told that children were starving in Africa, but the messages were clear: 1) eat what’s on your plate, and 2) we don’t waste food.  The one inviolate rule of dinnertime was that you had to eat the food in front of you or you sat there staring at it until bedtime.  And though I was not the most finicky child eater, there were certain dishes (chili, I recall), that I could not abide.  I remember nights sitting there for an hour or more, alone, with all the other dishes washed up and put away, staring into a pile of some execrable substance that only seemed to get larger and larger the more I looked at it, until it came to occupy my entire universe.

 

          On one occasion, my father chose Thanksgiving dinner to teach us a complex series of lessons about food and charity.

 

          I could not have been more than six or seven when he announced in October that we would forgo Thanksgiving dinner that year and send the money we would have spent to a food bank so they could feed some of those less fortunate than we were.  Instead, we would have grilled cheese sandwiches that night.

 

          Well, this was welcome news as far as I was concerned.  Thanksgiving dinner was always something of a minefield at best, since one rule for meals was that I had to have at least a sample of everything on the table.  Stuffing?  Ugh.  Cranberry sauce?  Gag me.  I had nothing against Thanksgiving itself but the dinner was far from a beloved ritual.

 

          When the day arrived and I was called in for dinner, I had forgotten his announcement some weeks before, so when I entered the room I was puzzled by the absence of food on the table.  Instead, my father sat in his accustomed place with a yellow legal pad, his checkbook, and his fountain pen before him.  He began by explaining the reasons for this change in our holiday routine, one of which seemed to be that my sister and I had come to expect food on the table every night.  Therefore, we had to learn that other people didn’t always have it so easy and the way to teach us that lesson was to make us understand that food only appeared when actual money was spent to purchase it, and since we were sending that money to the food bank this year, we would not get dinner.

 

          Well.

 

          Even at the age of six, I could see the flaw in this argument.  It was true, of course, that I had come to expect food on the table, and in the refrigerator, and in the cupboards, and on the pantry shelves in the basement, but the reason I had come to expect seeing food on my plate was that he and my mother had put it there every day of my life!  Sometimes I didn’t even want it, but there it was, as relentless and unchanging as the tides.  Was I now to be condemned as morally corrupt because my parents fed me, I ate the food, and I never thought there was anything wrong with that?  And if, at any time during my childhood, I had refused dinner on the grounds that there was a poor person somewhere who didn’t have enough to eat, I know exactly what the response would have been.  First, I would be told to eat my dinner.  Then, after the meal, following a hushed private discussion between my mother and father, she would make an appointment for me at the dentist’s office because this is what she would do whenever she suspected I might be having problems of a psychiatric nature.

 

          I did not attempt to rebut his argument at the time.  This was obviously a matter of critical importance to my father, and it would have been futile to try to dissuade him.  Also, it was an argument I did not want to win since I still had no use for the stuffing and cranberries.  Nevertheless, the accusation that I had somehow acquired an elitist, Rockefeller-like attitude about food rankled a bit.

 

          Following the lecture, he uncapped his pen and got to work.  On the left side of the paper, in consultation with my mother, he listed all the ingredients that went into the meal: turkey, of course, and potatoes, green beans, sweet potatoes, cranberry sauce, pearl onions, etc.  For the more complex items, my mother supplied the list.  Biscuits, for example, were not listed as “biscuits,” but as flour, sugar, salt, baking powder, cream of tartar, butter, an egg, and milk.  And for each item on the list, she supplied a price for the amount used based on her years of experience as a supermarket shopper.  Turkey?  $4.  Bread for the stuffing? $.38.  Even the salt and pepper was accounted for, at a penny or two.  For the use of our electric stove, he allocated some percentage of our average monthly electric bill.  Then there was the water to wash all the dishes afterward---couldn’t forget that.

 

          At the end, he had a long column of figures on the right side of his pad, which he summed up and then circled with a flourish.  “$14.47,” he announced, and then opened his other pad and drafted a check for that amount.  “This will be in the mail tomorrow.”

 

          My mother had all the bread and cheese ready to go in the kitchen and it only took a few minutes for her to make the sandwiches and another few minutes for us to eat them.  I sat there with my empty plate for a minute afterwards, wondering whether there was to be a grand finale of some sort, but there didn’t seem to be, so I finally said, “I’m going to run around outside now, OK?” And permission was granted.

 

          I grabbed my football and went out the door, looking for one of my friends to play with, or wrestle with, or go to Pennypack Park with, or something, but it was 4 o’clock on Thanksgiving Day and everybody was having dinner or away at grandma’s house.  There was nothing to do and nobody to do it with.  I walked down to Solly Playground and there was nobody there either, but the gates were open so I took a ride on one of the swings.  When it got dark, I went home.  It was a very quiet Thanksgiving, but it’s the only one from my childhood I can remember.

 

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          I hope I do not give the impression Stanley was cruel or unfair to me or my sister.  He was not.  However, his early experiences with food, and the search for it, never left him.  In one of my attempts to get him to tell me about his experiences in WWII, I asked him what was the best thing, the thing he like most, about the war.  He thought about that.  “Well,” he said finally, “you always got your chow.”  Also, I don’t think I’ve known anyone who enjoyed a restaurant meal more than he did.  Nothing frou-frou, of course---a two-ounce portion from the “tasting menu” was not his style.  But a huge chunk of red meat and a plate full of side dishes would disappear and all that would be left was the smile on his face.

 

          On the other hand, my sister and I grew up hearing our mother tell him, “Don’t wolf down your food!” shortly after we would sit down for the family dinner.  We would look over and his plate would be empty, though the rest of us had barely begun.  Then there were the many times he would start hacking and coughing at the table with food stuck in his throat.  My mother would scold him when he recovered, and he would try to slow down, but the habit was too deeply ingrained, or he was too stubborn, or something.  He just had to get that dinner down his gullet before somebody took it away from him.

 

          Once, on a cruise ship, with ten of us around the table, he stopped breathing.  (That’s the scary one, when they can’t make a sound.)  I was sitting next to him, so I stood him up and grabbed him from behind and tried to execute a Heimlich maneuver, but I had only seen it on TV and had no idea how to do it.  Fortunately, one of the waiters was trained and instantly stepped in and saved his life.

 

          Then, around noon on February 11, 2001, I got a frantic call at home from the caregiver who had just served him lunch.  I raced over and tried to resuscitate him, getting instructions over the phone from a 911 operator.  Then the medics arrived and they tried as well.  No luck.  We were too late.  He had died at the table from a piece of food that got stuck in his throat.

 

Copyright2021MichaelKubacki         

VACCINES---I GUESS WE’RE JUST STUPID

           Yesterday, various federal agencies decided they don’t like the Johnson & Johnson COVID vaccine as much as they used to.  Following along, most states have now “paused” their vaccination programs that use the J&J product.  A couple of national drug store companies that were giving the shots have backed off as well.

 

          This stated reason is that, having administered the J&J shots to seven million people, there are six people (all women between the ages of 18 and 48), who have experienced a “rare disorder involving blood clots.” 

 

          The story, as reported, is a lie---yet another lie about the American experience with COVID vaccines.  What normally happens if there are only six adverse reactions out of seven million doses is that the guy who came up with the vaccine gets a Nobel Prize.  They name hospitals and medical schools after him.  It cannot be true that solely because of six bad reactions, even including one death, the J&J vaccine was pulled.

 

          There is more to this story that is not being told. 

 

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          Another question.

 

          Why the hell are healthy women between the ages of 18 and 48, for whom the coronavirus poses a danger quite a bit less likely than the danger of getting hit by lightning, getting the vaccine in the first place?

 

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          I know people who had COVID, recovered from it, and now wear masks and avoid crowds.  I know people who have been fully vaccinated, yet still wear masks and avoid crowds and won’t dine in a restaurant.  I even know people who had COVID, recovered from it, then got fully vaccinated, and now wear masks, avoid crowds, won’t dine in a restaurant, and look at you funny if you ask what they are afraid of.

 

          I know these people.  They are my friends, and I worry about them.  I wonder if they will ever come back out into the sunshine.

 

          At this point, I think we all know what the future will bring.  There will always be another “wave” coming.  There will always be a new and terrifying variant.  There will always be a reason to keep your mask on.  There will always be a reason not to go to that party.  There will always be a booster shot that will be available in a few weeks, so you better just stay inside your house for now.

 

          My friends will never be told, by the people they trust and believe in, that it is safe to live a normal life again.

 

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          A month ago, I wrote about my trip to Las Vegas, and the hygiene theater on display in hotels and casinos.  All the shows are closed (too dangerous!), but the show they put on when a new dealer comes to a blackjack table, with rags soaked in disinfectant, frowning housekeepers, and latex gloves, is every bit as amusing as Buddy Hackett ever was.  Everything gets wiped down---cards, chips, chairs, felt, beer bottles, leather, bald guy’s heads---you name it.  The same is done everywhere---bars, restaurants, etc.  Any flat surface that didn’t move was constantly getting purified.

 

          We have known for quite a while that the virus is transferred through the air and not from touching contaminated surfaces, but the rules or guidelines or whatever the hell they were remained in force, so the show went on.

 

          Then last week, the CDC finally fessed up and withdrew all recommendations about disinfecting things and wiping them down.  So I called my buddy in Vegas and asked whether the hotels and restaurants and casinos had dropped the vaudeville routines involving cleaning and disinfecting every surface.

 

          “Nope,” he replied.  “Exactly the same.”

 

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          The other bit of the Vegas hygiene show I especially enjoyed was the elevator protocols.  This was another bit of theater that cost the hotels and casinos almost nothing, but proved to everybody just how much they care.

 

          There was a huge NASCAR event the weekend I was at the South Point, and the hotel was packed.  The elevators were in constant use with thousands riding up and down all day and all night.      And in every elevator foyer containing six elevators, there were signs telling us the maximum number of people allowed on an elevator was four, though the normal capacity would be about ten.  And people obeyed.  During peak times in the morning and evening, you might have to wait ten minutes for an elevator, but people obeyed.

 

          An individual elevator at the South Point probably carried more than a thousand people per day, all of them breathing, coughing, belching, farting, and maybe even exchanging some body fluids on occasion, but as long as there were only four people on an elevator at the same time, all of us would be fine.  When that fifth person stepped on, however, well….

 

Copyright 2021MichaelKubacki 

THE TANGLED WEB OF LIES ABOUT VACCINES

 

          I asked a 20-something colleague at work whether she would get the shot when it was her turn.  “No,” she said.

 

          “I have three relatives, older ones, who got the vaccine, and they all got sick.  My one aunt got the needle and she passed out and she’s not coming back.  She’s 54.  They just put her in hospice.”

 

          One hears these stories.

 

          What one never hears is an honest discussion of dangers associated with the COVID-19 vaccines.  You don’t see it in the newspapers either.  The party line is that any adverse reactions to vaccinations are mild and very rare, and the possibility of death is NEVER mentioned in these media reports.  In fact, according to CDC data (which probably represents only a small fraction of the cases), two thousand Americans have died and 14,000 have been hospitalized after getting the vaccine.

 

          There is real danger, and though it is possible the benefits of the vaccination program outweigh the injuries and deaths from the vaccines, we are not allowed to evaluate the information for ourselves.  We are not supposed to make any risk/benefit determination on our own.  That is for our betters to decide.  You know---Fauci, Biden, Cuomo, Dr. Oz---all the really smart people who have our best interests at heart.

 

          Every state and many cities have a priority list for vaccination eligibility.  Here, for example, is Philadelphia’s:

 

Philadelphia Phase 1a

• Paid healthcare workers
• Residents and staff at long-term care facilities, like nursing homes

Philadelphia Phase 1b

• People who live and work in congregate living settings, like prisons, shelters for the homeless, drug and alcohol treatment, psychiatric facilities, rehabilitation, and specialized services housing
• First responders, like law enforcement officers, paramedics, EMT’s and firefighters
• Service providers working with high-risk populations and attend persons in their home or a congregate living facility
• Staff at senior centers or day programs for seniors and those with intellectual disabilities
• People who are over the age of 65
• People who have certain high-risk medical conditions like:
• Cancer
• Chronic kidney disease
• Chronic obstructive pulmonary disease (COPD)
• Heart conditions, such as heart failure, coronary artery disease, or cardiomyopathies
• Immunocompromised state (weakened immune system) from solid organ transplant, HIV, use of oral corticosteroids, or use of other immune weakening medications
• Obesity and severe obesity (body mass index [BMI] ≥30 kg/m2)
• Sickle cell disease
• Smoking
• Types 1 and 2 diabetes mellitus
• Down Syndrome
• Pregnancy
• People with intellectual disabilities
• People who work in public transit
• People who work in food distribution, prep, and service
• Teachers, school staff, and licensed childcare staff
• People who are customer-facing and work in high-volume essential retail like pharmacies, hardware stores, big box stores, gas stations, automotive repair shops, and similar retail.
• People who work in manufacturing
• Clergy

Philadelphia Phase 1c

Beginning April 5:

• Sanitation workers
• Maintenance and janitorial staff
• Utility workers
• Postal and package delivery workers

Beginning soon:

• Higher education staff
• Finance: public facing, non-remote positions in the finance industry
• Transportation workers such as airport and train workers and taxi or rideshare drivers
• Construction workers
• IT & telecommunications workers
• Members of the press
• Legal industry
• Public health workers

Phase 2

Everyone who doesn’t fit into one of the categories above is not currently eligible to receive vaccine. The full list of those not currently eligible can be found in the Health Department’s COVID-19 Vaccine Priority Eligibility Recommendations. The Health Department has announced that the City will move to Phase 2 no later than May 1, 2021.

 

            There is one important category of people you won’t find on this list.  I haven’t seen them mentioned on any of the dozens of such lists from around the country.  This is the category of “people who have already had COVID-19.”   Why not?  Certainly they are worthy of special consideration, aren’t they?  Don’t they belong in a category of their own?  But they’re not.  If you are a “retail worker” who caught the virus, you are no different from a “retail worker” who didn’t, at least in the eyes of the authorities.

 

          Why not?  What is the purpose in vaccinating people who have already had COVID and are thus immune?  The existence of such acquired immunity is the very first thing mankind learned about disease.  If Caveman Og got the plague and somehow survived, he was not going to get that particular plague again.  He was safe for the rest of his life.  Humans have known this for tens of thousands of years.

 

          When you dig down, past the priority list to the FAQs or the Further Guidelines, here’s what you find:

 

          Q:  Should I get the vaccine if I have already tested positive for COVID?

          A:  If you have had COVID-19 infection within the last 90 days, you do not need to receive the vaccine now.  This is because it is uncommon to get COVID-19 again within this time period.  However, after 90 days, vaccination is recommended.

 

          Q:  Are people who have recovered from COVID-19 immune from it?

          A:  The Centers for Disease Control and Protection and its partners are investigating to determine if you can get sick with COVID-19 more than once.  At this time, we are not sure if you can be re-infected.  Until we know more, continue to take steps to protect yourself and others.

 

(Source: City of Philadelphia, Department of Public Health, Vaccine FAQs)

 

          So let’s puzzle our way through this.  Since the beginnings of humanity, we have understood that you don’t get the same disease twice.  (We now know the reason: that memory B-cells and T-cells remain in you, ready to mount an immune reaction if necessary.)  The CDC, however, doubts this is true for COVID.  Or at least they consider re-infection a possibility worth worrying about.  Why?  And what has to happen to convince them one way or the other?

 

          Over the past 16 months, there have been more than 131,000,000 cases of COVID throughout the world.  It would take ONE case of reinfection for the CDC to conclude re-infection was possible, but of course, there wouldn’t be just one case.  There would be several million re-infections.  And there haven’t been.  So what the hell are they “investigating?”  The official position that the CDC is still “investigating” this question is absurd.  After 131 million cases, and the intense focus of research efforts and money on this virus, there can no longer be a question about this.  The CDC (and everybody else who has examined the question), knows that once you get the ‘rona, you are immune.  The CDC is lying.  There is no other explanation.

 

          The lies continue because the CDC, and other public health authorities, are stuck with prior lies they have told, and can only prop up those falsehoods by telling more lies.  And so these lies continue to be told, until the views of the public health authorities can no longer be taken seriously.

 

          The result here, telling immune people to get the vaccine, is particularly troubling, since we know two things:

          1) If you had the ‘rona, you are immune, and

          2) There is a small (but real, and potentially serious), danger from COVID vaccines.

 

          From these two facts, one must conclude that people who have had the virus and recovered from it should not get vaccinated.  It is irresponsible to subject people in no danger from COVID to the peril of the shot, no matter how small that peril may be.  It will kill a certain number of immune individuals who shouldn’t have gotten the vaccine but who took it anyway because the CDC said they should.

 

          The prior lie, the one that feeds this vaccinate-the-immune program, is the lie of PCR tests, and the invented “cases.”

 

          We will never know the total number of phony COVID cases, but there aren’t that many pandemics where almost half the victims remain in perfect health throughout their “infection.”  Once the government decided to use PCR tests to diagnose COVID (a function they were not designed for), it became inevitable that there would be millions of people out there who never had the virus, never developed antibodies, never produced memory B-cells and T-cells, but now believe they caught the virus and recovered from it. ***

 

          If the authorities told previously-infected people not to get vaccinated, none of these PCR false-positives would get the shot.  But they should, of course, since they were never actually infected.  This is why the CDC recommends that even people who caught the virus should get vaccinated---because they know there are millions of false positive “cases” in the world who believe they were infected but never were.  The CDC wants these vulnerable people to get vaccinated but cannot admit to them that their positive PCR tests were false.  The cost of this deception is that many who truly are immune will also get vaccinated and some of them will die or be seriously injured, for no reason at all other than to protect the CDC’s rapidly-disappearing credibility.

 

***These “asymptomatic” cases, for the most part, cannot be detected by rapid antigen tests.  This is viewed by the bureaucrats, naturally, as a problem with the rapid antigen tests.

 

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