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Read or Condemn Yourself to Death by Ignorance

For those courageous souls brave enough to look and see what is,

who are unwilling to blindly accept

the lies and rules of tyrannical authority.

The simple step of a courageous individual is not to take part in the lie.

One word of truth outweighs a world of lies.


Wednesday 16th December 2020


G’day,

Hope this finds you fit and well.

Here is a sampling of what recently crossed my digital desk.

CyberPandemic Has Started

Santa Logs On

Make A Difference

The Old Telephone

Choices And Results

We Need More Life

Lockdowns Are Suppressive

Attorney Leigh Dundas On The Last 48 Hours: Sidney Powell and the Trump Campaign

Relative Media Response

Here’s A LOL For You

Re-Evaluate Conspiracy Theory

Shadowgate - Lifting the Veil From the Deep State

Recession Recoveries

The Spirit of Christmas

Tyrants Gone Wild

Carl Sagan On Curiosity

Where Do Human Rights Begin? With You And Me!

99.96 Percent Survival Rate

So Why Do This?

COVID Vaccine - Your Rights

I hope you get something from it!

Cheers!

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
CyberPandemic Has Started
 
CyberPandemic
 
 
 

Now this has some serious potential for harm:

 
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Santa Logs On
 
Santa Logs On
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
Make A Difference
 
 
 
 

One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name.

Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.

It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.

That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual.

On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling.“Really?”she heard whispered.“I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!”and,“I didn’t know others liked me so much,”were most of the comments.

No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn’t matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.

Several years later, one of the students was killed in Vietnam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature.

The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin.

As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her.“Were you Mark’s math teacher?”he asked. She nodded:“yes.”Then he said:“Mark talked about you a lot.”

After the funeral, most of Mark’s former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark’s mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.

“We want to show you something,”his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket“They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it.”

Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark’s classmates had said about him.

“Thank you so much for doing that,”Mark’s mother said.“As you can see, Mark treasured it.”

All of Mark’s former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said,“I still have my list. It’s in the top drawer of my desk at home.”

Chuck’s wife said,“Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album.”

“I have mine too,”Marilyn said.“It’s in my diary”

Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group.“I carry this with me at all times,”Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued:“I think we all saved our lists”

That’s when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.

The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don’t know when that one day will be.

So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late.

One way to accomplish this is to forward this message. If you do not send it, you will have, once again passed up the wonderful opportunity to do something nice and beautiful.

If you’ve received this, it is because someone cares for you and it means there is probably at least someone for whom you care.

If you’re“too busy”to take those few minutes right now to forward this message on, would this be the VERY first time you didn’t do that little thing that would make a difference in your relationships?

The more people that you send this to, the better you’ll be at reaching out to those you care about.

Remember, you reap what you sow. What you put into the lives of others comes back into your own.

 
 
 
 
The Old Telephone
 
The Black Telephone
 
 
 

Those of us old enough to remember when the phone was wired to the wall, usually in the kitchen, can relate to this story. I loved this read.

When I was a young boy, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember the polished, old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it.

Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person. Her name was “Information Please” and there was nothing she did not know. Information Please could supply anyone’s number and the correct time.

My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer, the pain was terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy. I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway.

The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear. “Information, please,” I said into the mouthpiece just above my head.

A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear. “Information.”

“I hurt my finger...” I wailed into the phone, the tears came readily enough now that I had an audience.

“Isn’t your mother home?” came the question

“Nobody’s home but me,” I blubbered.

“Are you bleeding?” the voice asked

“No,I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts.” I replied.

“Can you open the icebox?” she asked.

I said I could.

“Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger,” said the voice.

After that, I called “Information Please” for everything. I asked her for help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math.

She told me my pet chipmunk that I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts.

Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died. I called, “Information Please,” and told her the sad story. She listened, and then said things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was not consoled. I asked her, “Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?”

She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, “ Wayne, always remember that there are other worlds to sing in.” Somehow I felt better.

Another day I was on the telephone, “Information Please.”

“Information,” said in the now familiar voice.

“How do I spell fix?” I asked

All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston. I missed my friend very much.

“Information Please” belonged in that old wooden box back home and I somehow never thought of trying the shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall. As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me. Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.

A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle . I had about a half-hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said, “Information Please.”

Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well.

“Information.”

I hadn’t planned this, but I heard myself saying, “Could you please tell me how to spell fix?”

There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, “I guess your finger must have healed by now.”

I laughed, “So it’s really you,” I said. “I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time?”

“I wonder,” she said, “if you know how much your calls meant to me. I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls.”

I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.

“Please do,” she said. “Just ask for Sally.”

Three months later I was back in Seattle .

A different voice answered, “Information.”

I asked for Sally.

“Are you a friend?” she asked.

“Yes, a very old friend,” I answered.

“I’m sorry to have to tell you this,“ She said. “Sally had been working part time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago.”

Before I could hang up, she said, “Wait a minute, did you say your name was Wayne?”

“Yes.” I answered.

Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called. Let me read it to you. The note said, “Tell him there are other worlds to sing in. He’ll know what I mean.”

I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.

Never underestimate the impression you may make on others. Whose life have you touched today?

 
 
 
 
Choices And Results
 
Choices And Results
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
We Need More Life
 
We Need More Life
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
Lockdowns Are Suppressive
 
Lockdowns Are Suppressive
 
 
 

Lockdowns are suppressive - they do not stop infection, they destroy lives and businesses and morale.

 
 
 
 
Attorney Leigh Dundas On The Last 48 Hours: Sidney Powell and the Trump Campaign
 
Leigh Dundas
 
 
 

 
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Relative Media Response
 
Relative Media Response
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
Here’s A LOL For You
 
I Started...
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
Re-Evaluate Conspiracy Theory
 
Re-Evaluate Conspiracy Theory
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
Shadowgate - Lifting the Veil From the Deep State
 
Shadowgate
 
 
 

 
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Recession Recoveries
 
Recession Recoveries
 
 
 

What is your best guess on how long this one will take?

 
 
 
 
The Spirit of Christmas
 
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It was Christmas Eve 1942. I was fifteen years old and feeling like the world had caved in on me because there just hadn’t been enough money to buy me the rifle that I’d wanted for Christmas.

We did the chores early that night for some reason. I just figured Daddy wanted a little extra time so we could read in the Bible. After supper was over I took my boots off and stretched out in front of the fireplace and waited for Daddy to get down the old Bible.

I was still feeling sorry for myself and, to be honest, I wasn’t in much of a mood to read Scriptures. But Daddy didn’t get the Bible instead he bundled up again and went outside. I couldn’t figure it out because we had already done all the chores. I didn’t worry about it long though I was too busy wallowing in self-pity.

Soon he came back in. It was a cold clear night out and there was ice in his beard. “Come on, Matt,” he said. “Bundle up good, it’s cold out tonight.” I was really upset then. Not only wasn’t I getting the rifle for Christmas, now he was dragging me out in the cold, and for no earthly reason that I could see. We’d already done all the chores, and I couldn’t think of anything else that needed doing, especially not on a night like this. But I knew he was not very patient at one dragging one’s feet when he’d told them to do something, so I got up and put my boots back on and got my coat. Mommy gave me a mysterious smile as I opened the door to leave the house. Something was up, but I didn’t know what.

Outside, I became even more dismayed. There in front of the house was the work team, already hitched to the big sled. Whatever it was we were going to do wasn’t going to be a short, quick, little job. I could tell. We never hitched up this sled unless we were going to haul a big load. Daddy was already up on the seat, reins in hand. I reluctantly climbed up beside him. The cold was already biting at me. I wasn’t happy. When I was on, Daddy pulled the sled around the house and stopped in front of the woodshed. He got off and I followed.

“I think we’ll put on the high sideboards,” he said. “Here, help me.” The high sideboards! It had been a bigger job than I wanted to do with just the low sideboards on, but whatever it was we were going to do would be a lot bigger with the high side boards on.

Then Daddy went into the woodshed and came out with an armload of wood - the wood I’d spent all summer hauling down from the mountain, and then all Fall sawing into blocks and splitting. What was he doing? Finally I said something. I asked, “what are you doing?” You been by the Widow Jensen’s lately?” he asked. Mrs.Jensen lived about two miles down the road. Her husband had died a year or so before and left her with three children, the oldest being eight. Sure, I’d been by, but so what?

“Yeah,” I said, “Why?”

“I rode by just today,” he said. “Little Jakey was out digging around in the woodpile trying to find a few chips. They’re out of wood, Matt.” That was all he said and then he turned and went back into the woodshed for another armload of wood. I followed him. We loaded the sled so high that I began to wonder if the horses would be able to pull it. Finally, he called a halt to our loading then we went to the smoke house and he took down a big ham and a side of bacon. He handed them to me and told me to put them in the sled and wait. When he returned he was carrying a sack of flour over his right shoulder and a smaller sack of something in his left hand.

“What’s in the little sack?” I asked. Shoes, they’re out of shoes. Little Jakey just had gunny sacks wrapped around his feet when he was out in the woodpile this morning. I got the children a little candy too. It just wouldn’t be Christmas without a little candy.”

We rode the two miles to Mrs.Jensen’s pretty much in silence. I tried to think through what Daddy was doing. We didn’t have much by worldly standards. Of course, we did have a big woodpile, though most of what was left now was still in the form of logs that I would have to saw into blocks and split before we could use it. We also had meat and flour, so we could spare that, but I knew we didn’t have any money, so why was he buying them shoes and candy? Really, why was he doing any of this? Widow Jensen had closer neighbors than us; it shouldn’t have been our concern.

We came in from the blind side of the Jensen house and unloaded the wood as quietly as possible then we took the meat and flour and shoes to the door. We knocked. The door opened a crack and a timid voice said, “Who is it?” “Lucas Miles, Ma’am, and my son, Matt, could we come in for a bit?”

Mrs.Jensen opened the door and let us in. She had a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. The children were wrapped in another and were sitting in front of the fireplace by a very small fire that hardly gave off any heat at all. Mrs.Jensen fumbled with a match and finally lit the lamp.

“We brought you a few things, Ma’am,” Daddy said and set down the sack of flour. I put the meat on the table. Then he handed her the sack that had the shoes in it. She opened it hesitantly and took the shoes out one pair at a time. There was a pair for her and one for each of the children - sturdy shoes, the best, shoes that would last. I watched her carefully. She bit her lower lip to keep it from trembling and then tears filled her eyes and started running down her cheeks. She looked up at my Daddy like she wanted to say something, but it wouldn’t come out.

“We brought a load of wood too, Ma’am,” he said. Then turned to me and said, “Matt, go bring in enough to last awhile. Let’s get that fire up to size and heat this place up.” I wasn’t the same person when I went back out to bring in the wood. I had a big lump in my throat and as much as I hate to admit it, there were tears in my eyes too. In my mind I kept seeing those three kids huddled around the fireplace and their mother standing there with tears running down her cheeks with so much gratitude in her heart that she couldn’t speak.

My heart swelled within me and a joy that I’d never known before filled my soul. I had given at Christmas many times before, but never when it had made so much difference. I could see we were literally saving the lives of these people.

I soon had the fire blazing and everyone’s spirits soared. The kids started giggling when Daddy handed them each a piece of candy and Mrs.Jensen looked on with a smile that probably hadn’t crossed her face for a long time. She finally turned to us. “God bless you,” she said. “I know the Lord has sent you. The children and I have been praying that he would send one of his angels to spare us.”

In spite of myself, the lump returned to my throat and the tears welled up in my eyes again. I’d never thought of my Daddy in those exact terms before, but after Widow Jensen mentioned it I could see that it was probably true. I was sure that a better man than Daddy had never walked the earth. I started remembering all the times he had gone out of his way for Mommy and me, and many others. The list seemed endless as I thought on it.

Daddy insisted that everyone try on the shoes before we left. I was amazed when they all fit and I wondered how he had known what sizes to get. Then I guessed that if he was on an errand for the Lord that the Lord would make sure he got the right sizes.

Tears were running down Widow Jensen’s face again when we stood up to leave. My Daddy took each of the kids in his big arms and gave them a hug. They clung to him and didn’t want us to go. I could see that they missed their Daddy and I was glad that I still had mine.

At the door he turned to Widow Jensen and said, “The Mrs wanted me to invite you and the children over for Christmas dinner tomorrow. The turkey will be more than the three of us can eat, and a man can get cantankerous if he has to eat turkey for too many meals. We’ll be by to get you about eleven. It’ll be nice to have some little ones around again. Matt, here, hasn’t been little for quite a spell.” I was the youngest. My two brothers and two sisters had all married and had moved away.

Mrs Jensen nodded and said, “Thank you, Brother Miles. I don’t have to say, May the Lord bless you, I know for certain that He will.”

Out on the sled I felt a warmth that came from deep within and I didn’t even notice the cold. When we had gone a ways, Daddy turned to me and said, “Matt, I want you to know something. Your Mother and me have been tucking a little money away here and there all year so we could buy that rifle for you, but we didn’t have quite enough.

Then yesterday a man who owed me a little money from years back came by to make things square. Your Mom and me were real excited, thinking that now we could get you that rifle, and I started into town this morning to do just that, but on the way I saw little Jakey out scratching in the woodpile with his feet wrapped in those gunny sacks and I knew what I had to do. Son, I spent the money for shoes and a little candy for those children. I hope you understand.”

I understood, and my eyes became wet with tears again. I understood very well, and I was so glad Daddy had done it. Now the rifle seemed very low on my list of priorities. He had given me a lot more. He had given me the look on Mrs. Jensen’s face and the radiant smiles of her three children. For the rest of my life, Whenever I saw any of the Jensens, or split a block of wood, I remembered, and remembering brought back that same joy I felt riding home beside of my Daddy that night. He had given me much more than a rifle that night, he had given me the best Christmas of my life.

 
 
 
 
Tyrants Gone Wild
 
Tyrants Gone Wild
 
 
 

Early on I was under the distinct impression that elections were to vote for a person to best represent my interests in the legislative body. Seems I could not have been more wrong. At best they see themselves as rulers who need to control us, or a tax base to fleece, at worst as someone who needs to protect themself from the great seething mass of people who would like to kill them and therefore need to be restrained.

 
 
 
 
Carl Sagan On Curiosity
 
Carl Sagan On Curiosity
 
 
 

Karen Hadley writes: Carl Sagan describes the problem with modern education. I never lost my curiosity. My eclectic curiosity can make me a little random or non-sequitur at times but that’s okay with me. Being this way makes me a much better writer because if I want to, I can get curious about almost anything. And that curiosity triggers study, understanding, development of a viewpoint and then the ability to write about that topic.

 
 
 
 
Where Do Human Rights Begin? With You And Me!
 
Where Do Human Rights Begin? With You And Me!
 
 
 

Human Rights Video #1: Born Free and Equal

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iv1SOp06geE

Human Rights Video #2: Don't Discriminate

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Jy1nJCYEOo

Human Rights Video #3: The Right To Life

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GtMsSvPX658

Human Rights Video #4: Freedom From Slavery

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hnfiENKheNo

Human Rights Video #5: Freedom From Torture

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zhCQQ0fov0o

Human Rights Video #6: You Have Rights No Matter Where You Go

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7-yOlLEV55Q

Human Rights Video #7: We Are Equal Before The Law

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zabio686_54

Human Rights Video #8: Protected By Law

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CxT92rNAZeA

Human Rights Video #9: No Unfair Detainment

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m3UBFER8zJ4

Human Rights Video #10: Right To Fair Trial

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3zAdAIAP6mA

Human Rights Video #11: Innocent Until Proven Guilty

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D314SE5QtJ0

Human Rights Video #12: Right To Privacy

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dxwu389BZlE

Human Rights Video #13: Freedom To Move

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rdRV4TP_gWI

Human Rights Video #14: Right To Asylum

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JqwmJoCbP8U

Human Rights Video #15: Right To A Nationality

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Y_3abPMCZA

Human Rights Video #16: Right To Marriage & Family

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jRn-Xi0hlnw

Human Rights Video #17: Right to Ownership

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZiNtUbaqUHM

Human Rights Video #18: Freedom of Thought

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HZ3kLTz3JPU

Human Rights Video #19: Freedom of Expression

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WgvQzHdv6AA

Human Rights Video #20: Right to Assembly

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0oduSjw7Wd0

Human Rights Video #21: Right to Democracy

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=38x7h2IVaL4

Human Rights Video #22: Social Security

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FmtoFHW4wjo

Human Rights Video #23: Workers Rights

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WGZuy3Qn8Ns

Human Rights Video #24: Right to Play

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hbe1PqiJBsg

Human Rights Video #25: Food and Shelter for All

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N2c_OFgYX9Y

Human Rights Video #26: Right to Education

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jrxoNZh5sqU

Human Rights Video #27: Copyright

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qHZG4XxXNBQ

Human Rights Video #28: Fair and Free World

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FDPVUIunLQc

Human Rights Video #29: Responsibility

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gf2ckZhZDag

Human Rights Video #30: No One Can Take Away Your Human Rights

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bv8ljtMJMak

 
 
 
 
99.96 Percent Survival Rate
 
99.96 Percent Survival Rate
 
 
 

Doesn't seem to be a pandemic situation...

 
 
 
 
So Why Do This?
 
So Why Do This?
 
 
 

So, this is the data according to what I have read. Please do not take it as gospel for knowledge is not data it is certainty. And if you do your own homework you will be a lot more certain than if you take my word for it. Most of the below points have been the subject of one of the blog posts you can browse at tomgrimshaw.com/tomsblog

The COVID-19 survival rate is 99.96% (According to one site https://c19study.com/ it would be 800,000 deaths less world wide if HCQ were allowed as an early treatment option.)

The COVID-19 vaccine was rushed to marked with no animal test phase

A previous Coronavirus vaccine was abanded as it was responsible for a large increase in deaths of vaccinated animals following subsequent exposure to infections in the wild (the vaccine hypersensitised their immune system)

The present flu vaccine has a similar increased sensitivity effect but less dramatic (less fatalities)

The COVID-19 vaccine won’t stop you getting COVID-19

The COVID-19 vaccine won’t stop you transmitting COVID-19 to others

The COVID-19 vaccine has a potential for harm (very high if you have allergies, so much so that resucitation equipment is being recommended for availabilty in UK vaccination sites)

The COVID vaccine utilises a novel delivery mechanism using a known toxin

The COVID vaccine will alter your DNA, your genetic blueprint (and if you have been following the subject of GMOs you will know of the unpredicted and disastrous consequences playing out in that field!)

The magnitude and severity of harm cannot be predicted with any accuracy

You cannot sue the manufacturer for any harm done by the COVID-19 vaccine

So for the maker it’s a gravy train ride to the bank, for the recipient it seems to be a minimal upside with anything up to a fatal down side for this and future generations.

The only reason to take it would appear to be because without it you will not be allowed to do certain things. In other words a forced/coerced experimental medical treatment. This contravenes the Nuremberg Code, the United Nations Declaration on Bioethics and Human Rights and the Australian Constitution)

That being the case it sounds to me like we need to get this data out to every man, woman and child as the many thousands of sane doctors and scientists alone protesting this insanity will not stop this politicised forced medication, only a groundswell of support from people with enough courage and integrity to say “No“.

So please share this data!

 
 
 
 
COVID Vaccine - Your Rights
 
 
 
 

1. According to the Nuremberg Code, experimental medical procedures administered without informed consent is a war crime. This COVID vaccine is unequivocally an experimental medical procedure. (One could argue every vaccine is an experiment as you cannot predict in advance who will be harmed and who will not be harmed by any given vaccine.)

2. United Nations Universal Declaration On Bioethics and Human Rights ( http://portal.unesco.org/en/ev.php-URL_ID=31058&URL_DO=DO_TOPIC&URL_SECTION=201.html)

Article 6 Consent

1. Any preventive, diagnostic and therapeutic medical intervention is only to be carried out with the prior, free and informed consent of the person concerned, based on adequate information. The consent should, where appropriate, be express and may be withdrawn by the person concerned at any time and for any reason without disadvantage or prejudice.

Now read that paragraph again.

Any government corporation or agency operating in disagreement with that is violating your human rights.

It is unethical and irresponsible for any person, corporation, government agency, department or official to apply any force, incentive or disincentive/penalty to another person with the intent of altering the medical treatment that person opts to undertake for themselves or their family.

The trouble right now is too few people know their rights and are willing and able to stand up for them. If we are to defeat tyranny, this situation needs to be quickly rectified!

Be informed. Inform others. YOU HAVE RIGHTS!

Please share widely.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Until next time,
dream big dreams,
plan out how to achieve them,
be continually executing your plans,
enlist people to your causes,
travel and/or read widely, preferably both,
all the while observing what you observe
rather than thinking what you are told to think,
think well of your fellow man,
take time to help your fellow man,
he sorely needs it and it will help you too,
eat food that is good for your body,
exercise your body,
take time to destress,
and do the important things
that make a difference -
they are rarely the urgent ones!

Tom

 
 

Most of the content herein has been copied from someone else. Especially the images. My goodness some people are talented at creating aesthetics! The small bits that are of my creation are Copyright 2014-2020 © by Tom Grimshaw - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

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