Resistance is futile. You will be vaccinated.

Okay, before anyone gets out the ‘antivaxxer’ accusations, I spent my entire career in microbiology, working with some nasty things. You bet your ass I’m well loaded with vaccines! But I also understand how vaccines work, which is why I won’t take any more. Especially not these insane new ones. You see, I also understand how PCR works and what mRNA really does.

When you get vaccinated against tetanus, the bacterium Clostridium tetani is grown in a lab, killed, checked to make sure it’s dead, and injected into you. Your immune system still gets to see the proteins its made of and makes antibodies against it. If you ever get a live one in your bloodstream, your immune system is ready to smack it down before it does any damage.

That’s a simplistic explanation but it’s basically the idea behind vaccination. This is not how mRNA shots work. I can’t call them vaccines. They aren’t.

The mRNA shots cause your own body cells to produce foreign proteins. This makes your immune system thinks those body cells are infected with something and the immune system does the only thing it knows how to do – it kills the infected cells. I called this insane idea ‘an autoimmune disease in a syringe’ when it first appeared and I have not changed my mind on that.

I fully expected a rise in arthritis, rheumatism and other autoimune diseases, and judging by the plethora of ads for treatment of those things lately, I was right. I wondered about reactivation of suppressed and dormant viruses, and judging by the sudden push for shingles and other vaccines, seems I wasn’t far off there either.

I did not anticipate effects on fertility or pregnancy. Others did. I don’t know enough about those things. I had no idea there could be issues with blood clots, spontaneous bleeds or heart issues. Others warned about those things. I didn’t and still don’t know enough to comment. I could only comment within my own areas of research. Still, the people who did comment were very eminent scientists and worth listening to. So I did. Many scoffed at them because MSM ‘fact-checkers’ said so. Well, that’s their choice. I prefer to listen to people who actually know what they are talking about and who have worked in that area of research for many years. That’s my choice.

So now we have young, fit sportspeople and entertainers keeling over dead while doing their jobs. We have morticians showing massive fibrin clots they say they have never seen before. We have a huge rise in cancer cases in younger people – I certainly didn’t see that coming – and sadly, dead and damanged children and a huge rise in stillbirths.

And yet, for most people, that’s all fine. It’s hard to believe, isn’t it? Well, not too hard for very many people. They line up for another shot of mRNA because the news says it’s fine, and so many ‘doctors’ say that the purpose of vaccination was never to stop the spread of disease or to stop you catching it… they really are saying that. They were not saying that three years ago.

I have seen morons claim that ‘other vaccines need boosters’. Sure. Tetanus needs a booster… every ten years. Not every three months. If you are getting injected every three months with something that has been shown to not stop you catching it and not stop you spreading it… well, just have a little think, okay?

Now we find there are ‘vaccines’ to ‘repair heart damage from heart attacks’.

Spoiler. Heart muscle cannot regenerate. It scars. You get a scar from myocarditis, it’s there for the rest of your life. I have a scar on my hand from a burn. It will never go away. The same is true of all my other scars and yours too, even the ones inside that you can’t see. They cannot be ‘repaired’. They *are* the repair. It’s like welding a plate of metal from a Ford over a hole in your Toyota. The welded on part never becomes Toyota. No matter what you do, that welded part is always a scar.

People will take that shot though. They believe in ‘the science’ even though the true science tells them it cannot work. The principle has been established. They will take another shot every three months for something that they are almost infinitesimal risk from even though it doesn’t work, so they’ll take a shot (probably multiple) for something that cannot work.

And then we have the cancer issue. There has been a marked rise in cancers and it’s not all down to lockdowns.The response? Well what else?

An mRNA ‘vaccine’ against cancer. You people really will believe anything, won’t you? Still I shouldn’t be surprised, since I was the one who told antismokers who accosted me that the lymph glands they could feel in their throats were cancers caused by my second hand smoke and that doctors were paid to tell them otherwise (sorry, legitimate GPs) and so much more. I already knew that so very many people were irredemiably stupid, I can’t pretend surprise now.

When you vaccinate against tetanus, it offers no protection against a closely related bacterium, Clostridium welchii, which causes gangrene.Vaccination against Salmonella does not protect you from its relative, Shigella. And so on. Vaccination is specific because the immune response is specific. You cannot vaccinate against something that has multiple causes – espeically something with multiple utterly unrelated causes.

Vaccinate against one infection, it doesn’t protect you from even a related infection. So you vaccinate against a cancer triggered by a particular infection – as happens now with cervical cancer. That does not protect you from a cancer caused by a different infection. It has absolutely no relevance to cancers caused by chemical exposure, radiation exposure, genetic predisposition or just blind bad luck. Nor any of a myriad other potential triggers.

There is no ‘one size fits all’ vaccine for cancer and cannot be. It might be possible for a single treatment to emerge for all cancers, they all do much the same once they’re started, but they have so very many ways to start that you really can’t pre-empt them.

Vaccines, even just a few short years ago, could well have been called the best thing medical science ever produced. Now? Science is dead, in many areas. Espcially medical science. You might as well get some toothless crone in a wood mask to shake a gourd at you.

At least you have a chance of surviving the experience.

Hydrophobia

Well, we have rocketing food prices, insane fuel prices, impending shortages of everything and now we’re told we are short of water.

Rubbish. This is the UK. Water drops out of the sky most days of the year. And we’re surrounded by it so a few desalination plants and we’d have an inexhaustible supply. Of course that’s far too logical for any government to ever implement.

To be fair, the desalination plants aren’t necessary. As I said, water drops out of the sky for free for most of the year. Water shortages are uncommon here, the last serious one I remember was 1976 when we were told to re-use bathwater and there were standpipes in the streets for water rationing in some towns. In 1976 we had two months of dry weather to get to that point. This year, it took two days.

Two dry days should have passed unnoticed. They didn’t. We have the Madscream Media telling us the world is about to become as dessicated as a raisin and showing us pictures of a yellowed landscape.

It’s harvest time. You know how you can tell when a crop is ready for harvest? It turns yellow. When it’s harvested, the stubble left behind is… yellow. The Telegraph even showed a photo of a yellowed field in which the baled straw was still perfectly visible. Bales of straw that look like this.

And they were all… yellow

Don’t worry, I’m not going to put up a Coldplay video. I have not sunk to inflicting such levels of torture on you.

See, when you harvest grain for sale, the buyer wants a certain maximum level of moisture content. If the grain is too wet, you have to run grain dryers for days, sometimes many days, and that costs a lot of money. Especially with the current insane energy prices. So you want to harvest it when it’s dry.

Well, there’s heavy rain and thunderstorms forecast for next week so this week, harvesting has been frantic. On every farm in the country. This has resulted in an awful lot of yellow fields appearing all at once and the Church of Climatology has made considerable propaganda out of it. Sure, large parts of the UK, especially the eastern side, looks like it’s dry as a crisp in satellite images but when all the farms harvest at once, that’s inevitable. Zoom in on those photos and you’ll see the yellow patches resolve into discrete fields with green bits in between. Under those yellow fields the soil is not dessicated.

We are not short of water. We are short of sensible water policies. Water companies are losing millions of gallons a day through leaky transport pipes and their only solution is to raise prices so their customers pay for their wasteful incompetence. There’s plenty of water, if only the infrastructure had been examined and updated at least once since Queen Victoria’s day.

Another anomaly is the hosepipe ban. I’ve never seen a hosepipe ban since I moved to Scotland. The nearest I saw was in the really good summer in the early 2000s, when Scottish Water sent a letter asking if we wouldn’t mind avoiding hosepipe use unless it was actually necessary. That was once, and it wasn’t a ban, just a ‘we’d rather you didn’t if you don’t mind’ letter.

Further south, hosepipe bans happened every few years when the summers were actually warm. They were announced as ‘don’t use hosepipes from now until we say so’. This year it’s ‘we’re going to impose a hosepipe ban at some specific date in a few weeks time’. Which only makes sense if you don your tinfoil hat.

So, tinfoil hats on, everyone. Are you ready? Here we go.

We have been forecast thunderstorms for weeks. They didn’t happen. It rained but no storms. The forecast is for storms next week, all over the country, all at once. So farms are harvesting at a manic pace all over the country. So there are many fields of yellow stubble, all at once. They appear every year, just not usually all in the same week. These yellow fields are being claimed to be proof of drought by idiots who have never set foot outside the concrete jungles they inhabit.

Announcing a hosepipe ban in advance can have only one result. Every bugger is out washing their car and watering their garden every day until it takes effect. Just as with the rumours of arsepaper shortage, petrol shortage, etc, the prediction fulfils itself.

There is no shortage until you force it to happen.

It’s being pushed hard because the dry spell isn’t going to last long, and they’ll need to switch to ‘Climate Change Floods’ (due to blocked and badly maintained drains) very quickly. You’d be amazed just how fast the general population will forget that they were in the middle of a deadly drought yesterday and they need to build an Ark today.

The water goes deeper (sorry).

So you might be thinking ‘Well, I can collect rainwater if it comes down to it’. By a remarkable coincidence *snort* it has just been ‘discovered’ that there is no rainwater safe to drink, anywhere in the world.

Remember that game of ‘dihydrogen monoxide’? It’s in everything! There were a very few who fell for it and were genuinely scared. This is the same game but on a much bigger scale.

This time, the first response will be ‘Who the hell drinks rainwater? I get mine from the tap’. Eventually the realisation will spread that tap water comes from reservoirs and what refills the reservoirs? It’s there, in their heads, but they won’t see it yet.

No rain, reservoir levels drop. So the reservoirs that supply their tap water are refilled by… rain. Which they have now been told is poisonous. So they dare not drink tap water either.

Cue the bottled water merchants. ‘Oh this is safe, it’s bottled water’. It’s the same water as they get from the taps but it’s safe because it’s in a bottle. Think people won’t fall for it? Try the ‘nicotine in tobacco is deadly but nicotine in patches and gum is perfectly safe’ game. That one worked a treat, didn’t it? It’ll be the same game but with water.

So now you dare not drink tap water and absolutely will never touch stream or rain water so your only source of water is commercial bottled water. Which is, of course, definitely not free. It’s the same water but you are totally dependent on the bottled supply. Can’t afford it? Social credit score too low to let you buy it? Well then you die of dehydration. Comply or die.

I would have been concerned about the report on ‘poison rain’ if it hadn’t appeared at the same time that Mad Hancock was expressing concern over a two day ‘drought’ and the MSM were selling pictures of the annual harvest as dessicated fields of dead grass. In this context I can only dismiss the ‘poison rain’ as all part of the general bollocks pushed by the Church of Climatology and if the forecast heavy rain really does arrive next week, I will expect to see ‘climate change is flooding us all’ being hyped as if the mythical drought never happened.

If you are dependent on anyone else for water, you are under absolute control. Don’t fall for it.

Gene Genies

Well, some will have got as far as finding that Panoptica was populated with female worker drones, like bee or ant colonies. I was just making it up, okay? There was no way to make it really happen. In any non-insect species.

Well, now there is. In chickens.

At first… but there is a huge problem here. If the genetic meddling causes no male chickens to hatch, who gets the next generation’s eggs going? It’s a disaster that makes Dr. Frankenstein’s story look like a mere ‘oops’. Better get used to duck eggs folks because they plan to wipe out chickens in one generation.

The same issue will arise in Panoptica before it’s complete and I have to thank real life once again for making my insane fiction at least credible. I had it written but as with brain chips, I was worried it was too far-fetched, yet once again it seems I had not fetched it nearly far enough.

Well. I have to complete a story for Underdog Anthology 17. Mine had stalled but this is new inspiration. It allows me to follow on from a story I had published in Alienskin Magazine (sadly gone forever) in 2004. Where our MC finds that her edits have spread unintentionally through subsequent experiments…

Anyhow. Here’s the original. It was also in ‘Fears of the Old and the New‘.

The Gene Genie

This one had to be cut down to fit with the word count required by Alienskin magazine at that time (2004). This is the uncut version. Published again in ‘Fears of the Old and the New’ in 2012, but no bugger ever read it so here it is again.

“The bulk of the DNA in the human genome is junk. Most of it doesn’t code for anything.” Professor Armitage succeeded in looking haughty even while relaxing in his leather armchair. He had the air of someone who could emanate haughtiness in his sleep.

Diane’s response was immediate. “Surely, Professor, at least some of that DNA codes for proteins? Some of it represents intact genes that are not lost, just switched off?”

I always enjoyed Professor Armitage’s tutorials whenever Diane was there. I didn’t have to do or say anything in most of them, I could just relax and watch the battle of wits between these two.

The Professor smiled. He was ready for this one. “That’s correct,” he said, his eyes twinkling at Diane over his heavy-framed glasses. “But those genes are archaic, no longer required by the human animal. They’ve been switched off and forgotten for a good reason.” He paused. We all turned to look at Diane.

“What reason?” she said.

“They’re junk.” The Professor’s grin was huge. The other four research students covered their grins with their hands, as I did. We didn’t want to be noticed, we just wanted to be the audience.

“How do you know?” Diane said, her determined face unflinching. “Surely the only way to tell would be to switch them on and see what happened?”

“My dear girl.” Professor Armitage injected his voice with his best patronising tone. “We don’t need to switch them on. We know the sequence, so we can deduce the proteins that would have been formed, and from there we can work out what those proteins probably did.”

Diane bristled at the Professor’s tone. She was getting into her stride, this was going to be a good performance.

“Probably,” she said. “What the proteins probably did. We can’t be sure, can we? The only way to find out for sure would be to reactivate those genes.”

“Well, there are a few problems with your proposal,” Professor Armitage said. “For one, we don’t know the extent of the mutations in those genes. Remember, they’ve been unused for a long time, possibly since before ‘Homo sapiens’ evolved as a species. Mutations in unused genes would have no effect on the animal so they wouldn’t be removed by selection.”

“True,” Diane said, “but there are ways to determine the degree of mutation. We could selectively reactivate genes that are intact, or nearly so.”

“I’m sorry, my dear, but there is one final nail to place in the coffin of your proposal.”

“What’s that?”

“Ethics.” The Professor’s face was serious. “What if we reactivated a gene in a volunteer, and caused a rampant cancer? The risk is just too great. No ethical committee would ever approve such a project.” He held up his hand to forestall Diane’s interruption. “And I couldn’t approve it either. I couldn’t in all conscience ask anyone to volunteer for such an experiment.” His bushy eyebrows lowered and he peered at Diane through the narrow slot between his eyebrows and the top of his glasses. “Could you?”

We all turned to Diane again. Her lips were pursed, her eyes downcast.

“No,” she said. “I couldn’t ask anyone to take the risk.”

We all released our breath. The battle was over, and Diane had lost this time. Still, I thought I saw a hint of defiance lingering in those deep brown eyes, a suggestion of resolution in the set of her jaw. Diane hadn’t finished with this argument, I was sure. She just needed time to consider the next assault.

“Well, everyone, that’s our time up for now,” Professor Armitage said, clapping his hands together. “I’m afraid I won’t be here next week, so I’ll see you all two weeks from today.”

We rose and filed out of the Professor’s office, saying our muted goodbyes. Professor Armitage waved briefly then turned to his desk, already absorbed in his studies before we had closed the door.

I ran to catch up with Diane, who was striding furiously along the corridor. Matching her pace with some difficulty, I tried to glean some insight into her next moves.

“So,” I said. “Are you going to leave it at that? I had the feeling, you know, that you’re not going to drop this one.”

“Too right,” she said. “He’s wrong this time, and I’m going to prove it to him.”

“How?” I struggled to keep my breathing in time with her racing pace. “You won’t get approval for any experiments. He’s dead set against the whole idea.” The door at the end of the corridor arrived sooner than I’d expected. I just managed to avoid colliding with it.

Diane opened the door and shot through. “You’ll see,” she said, as the door swung shut. I leaned against the wall, catching my breath. Diane was the best research student here, better than most of the staff in the Genetics Department. We didn’t call her the Gene Genie for nothing. If she couldn’t do it, it wasn’t possible.

It was over a week before I saw Diane again. I had been working late in the library and was just leaving, looking forward to a cool beer. As I opened the main door to the chill air, Diane entered like a whirlwind, nearly knocking me off my feet.

“Whoa,” I said. “You must be keen, coming in this late.”

Her face was excited, her eyes glowing with unconcealed pride. I felt an unease growing in my gut.

“It’s not that argument with old Armitage, surely? You can’t be working on that?”

“Working on it? Ha!” she said, flashing her teeth in an insane grin. “I’ve done it. Look at this.” She pulled off her scarf to reveal three rows of slits on each side of her neck.

I recoiled in horror. “What have you done to yourself? We’d better get you to a hospital.”

Diane laughed, throwing her head back. The slits in her neck pulsed redly in time to her laughter. “I’m fine. I just reactivated some of the old genes,” she said. “Armitage was right. I couldn’t ask anyone else to take the risk, so I took it myself. It worked.”

“What have you done?” My books fell from my grasp. “What genes?”

She turned her head, showing the openings on her neck. “Very old genes,” she said. “These are gills, from our fish ancestors. Tonight I’m going to give myself a tail.” She brushed past me, towards the laboratories. “Wait until the old goat sees what I can do,” she called over her shoulder.

I stood there for a long time, my mind still seeing the gills on Diane’s neck. I knew I would feel no surprise at our next tutorial, when our Gene Genie would stand and flick Professor Armitage’s glasses off with her new tail.

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“Just because you can, doesn’t mean you should”

It should be a big sign in every laboratory.

The Sound of Science

With apologies to Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel

The sound of science

Hello needle my old friend
You’ve come to jab in me again
You bring diseases slowly creeping
Through my veins when I am sleeping
The infections that you planted in my brain
Still remain
Within the sound of ‘science’

Through restless nights I sweat alone
Soaking sheets, chilled to the bone
By the cold light of a bedside lamp
I rest my head upon a pillow damp
Then my mind was stabbed by a migraine fast and tight
With fairy lights
That torched the sound of ‘science’

And on the internet I saw
Ten thousand people maybe more
People telling of reactions
People dying, people fractured
People writing blogs, that Google never shared
And no one dared
Question the sound of ‘science’.

Fools said I, you do not know
Science is all money now
You won’t hear me, I can’t teach you
You’re too far away to reach you
All I say, like tinfoil hats proclaim
Just fades out in the world of ‘science’

And the people bowed and prayed
To the Covid god they made
And the needle had no warning
Of the harm that it was causing
And the insert had nothing to tell us of the coming harm
Jabbed in your arm
In the name of Government ‘science’.

A footprint is not a shoe

I am hearing about Covid vaccines causing AIDS and that this must mean they have put HIV in the vaccines. They have not.

I am sure of this because the genome of HIV is known and many, many labs now have the means to find it. None have found any active virus of any kind in the vaccines they have tested.

Oh they have been tested. Over and over. One thing that keeps coming up is graphene oxide – now confirmed by multiple labs in several countries. It’s suspicious, it has no business being there, but I don’t know what it’s going to do. The big guns of the tinfoil hat world link it to 5G but I don’t know enough about either of those things to make any kind of informed comment.

Still, there are no live viruses in there. Those would have been found by now. There is no HIV in the vaccines.

This does not mean they cannot cause AIDS. More accurately, VAIDS. Vaccine acquired immunodeficiency syndrome.

Immunodeficiency does not automatically mean you have HIV. As Kary Mullis, the inventor of PCR, and the recently departed Luc Montagnier have stated, it is nowhere near certain that HIV causes AIDS in the first place. Even if it does, it does not mean that all AIDS is caused by HIV.

Say you catch a cold. You get the usual symptoms, you get a headache, a bout of Niagra Nose, followed by the crusty-nose stage and feeling like crap for a few days and then you get better. We’ll call that the ‘footprint’ of the title to this post.

What was the shoe that made that footprint? Coronavirus? Rhinovirus? Adenovirus? There are quite a few shoes that will fit that footprint and they are all as different as comparing a wellington boot to a well polished brogue. They all leave the same footprint, in that they all cause the same symptoms.

AIDS is not a virus. It might be caused by a virus but it is not a virus. It is a set of symptoms, and having those symptoms does not immediately prove the presence of any one causative agent.

And yes, that does mean that if your immune system collapses, it doesn’t prove the vaccine did it. However, when it happens to those who are vaccinated and doesn’t happen to those who aren’t, it’s what the old-days science would call ‘merits urgent investigation’. Modern science calls it ‘how much will you give me to hush this up?’ but we didn’t do that in the old days. At least, not so blatantly.

AIDS is ‘acquired immune deficiency syndrome’. It has in the past been linked to HIV but as with so many other sets of symptoms, it might have a different cause. It might have many causes. The disease involves something happening to you that makes your immune system collapse. The disease definition does not specify the ‘something’ that happened to you, it simply describes the symptoms. As with the common cold, it might be caused by any number of things.

Making it all about HIV is making it easy to disprove the vaccines are involved. If the vaccines are causing a type of AIDS with the recognised symptoms of that disease and the claim is that HIV is in the vaccines, disproving the presence of HIV is remarkably easy. Then the vaccine makers can claim it can’t be their fault.

If the vaccines are causing an acquired immunodeficiency syndrome they are not doing it using HIV. Yes, it has been shown there is a tiny bit of HIV protein in the spike protein but that is not the intact virus. It’s not going to produce any HIV virus particles. If you have been vaccinated you have definitely not been injected with HIV. You can only get that virus through very, very, intimate contact with someone who has it. And it has not been proven to cause AIDS anyway.

It might be enough to show as a positive on a HIV test, especially if they use PCR looking for the bit of genome (that you’ve been injected with) producing that tiny bit of HIV protein. Which I fully expect since they now have entered trials for a brand new mRNA HIV vaccine. Which cannot possibly work, but will make a lot of money from idiots.

Don’t fall for the ‘footprint is a shoe’ game. This has nothing to do with HIV. Claiming it’s all about HIV makes your claim easy to blow out of the water. That’s what the Aussie vaccine was for – it caused false positives for HIV – but HIV isn’t in this game.

AIDS, or more accurately VAIDS, is the name of this game. Forget claiming HIV is in the vaccines. It is not.

The damage is not caused by a virus. Not even by a bit of one.

Flashing my equipment

Well, I’m on the Twitter naughty step again, this time for a week. For ‘covid misinformation’ in a post that didn’t mention Covid at all, but was about the lunacy of forcing children to have a vaccine they don’t need. Well *shrug* it’ll boost my productivity in other areas, with that time-eater silent for a week. Therefore this post won’t automatically appear on Legiron’s Twitter.

So I have a 30 minute video, sent to me via Email, that really blows apart the PCR testing regime, and more. Not just the insane cycles that are enough to find one single strand of viral RNA – less than one intact virus – but about those performing the test.

Well it was clear that, if they are to achieve thousands of tests per day, there simply aren’t enough experienced PCR technicians available to do it. Even if every other research area was closed down and every PCR technician (few technicians are actually PCR technicians) seconded to a tedious and repetetive test that they will know is being wrongly used.

So they aren’t using experienced technicians. They are using anyone they can find. I’ve met a few on Twitter, bragging about how they are now PCR experts. A few lines of conversation reveals they know absolutely sod all about what they are doing.

In the video, Dr. Mike Yeadon talks about ‘pipette training’. No such training has ever existed. When you start out in a lab, a technician or researcher will show you how to use a pipette. Once. You are expected to be able to follow simple instructions because anyone who can’t understand something as basic as a pipette is actually dangerous to have in a lab.

Okay. Time to flash my equipment. If you’ve worked in any kind of lab handling small amounts of liquid you will be very familiar with these. If you only used glass pipettes at school and haven’t seen these before, they might look technical. They really aren’t, but use them wrong and you’ll screw up the whole experiment.

These are still in the case I used to transport them from the lab. They are actually stacked far more neatly than this, I’ve spread them for the photo (fnarr). There are a couple of other brands in there, the ones Dr. Yeadon talks about are the Gilson brand, the ones with dark blue handles. The others are cheaper but not as robust. Gilson pipettes are the gold standard, they are well built and consistently accurate, and easy to calibrate and service.

The one marked A is a 1 ml pipette. You see the thumbwheel near the top of the handle? You can adjust it down to about 0.01 ml. It’s accurate all the way down. B and C are 200 microlitre and 100 microlitre – again, adjustable down to a few microlitres and still accurate.

You don’t use them as they are, they have a tip added. I have put a tip on the 1 ml Gilson to demonstrate (D). You never have to touch those tips, you pick them up from a rack they’ve been sterilised in by pressing the Gilson into one, and you eject the tip by pressing the white button on the back of the handle. I used sterile tips, once they were used they were contaminated (often with something nasty) so absolutely no touching.

To load them, you press the plunger (the round white button on the steel rod) but not too hard. Just until it stops. Dip the tip in your sample liquid and let it up slowly. That’s the critical part. If you just let go, liquid shoots up and can get into the main barrel of the pipette and that’s when you are screwed. A contaminated pipette will contaminate every subsequent use. It’s out of action until you deal with it. It’s not too hard but it does take time and involves disassembling the pipette, something you really don’t want to have to deal with part way through a lot of samples.

The sample you are pipetting must only contact the tip. No other part. To dispense, you press the plunger again, but this time a little bit past the point of resistance so you get the whole sample out. Then eject the tip into disinfectant.

Well that’s the microbiology way. If you are using these in a chemistry lab you probably don’t need to sterilise them first and disinfect them afterwards.

And that’s about it. After that lesson all you need is a bit of practice. Oh there’ll be nuances and adjustments depending on whether you’re pippetting chemicals or microbes or DNA, but that’s the basics.

The thing about PCR and DNA is that it is extraordinarily easy to contaminate a sample. Easier even than when pipetting bacteria. You really want a well trained and experienced technician doing this stuff, not some shelf stacker from Asda looking for a bit of a boost to their bank account.

One of the things I learned during my stint working in a food shop is that most of the staff aren’t really planning to stay. There are career people in there, at least one of the managers had started out working tills and worked his way up to running the entire shop, and there were current floor staff clearly heading on that route. However, most of the staff were schoolkids and students earning a bit of cash while studying. The thing about them was – they did not care about the job. They were doing it purely for the money. They had no intention of, nor interest in, moving up through the ranks of the business. They just followed instructions closely enough that they’d get paid.

So it is with almost all of those currently running PCR tests for Covid. They might think they have been suddenly elevated to the rank of ‘PCR expert’ but they are, to be blunt and perhaps a little cruel, trained monkeys. They don’t have any background in any area of science and have absolutely no idea what they are doing. They just follow a written-down set of instructions. They have no way to determine whether those instructions are correct.

As Dr. Yeadon explained, even the ‘pipette trainer’ had no idea what they were doing. In the case he describes, they actually were previously employed as a supermarket shelf stacker.

An aside. I recall when one of our very fine balances went out of kilter. So I sat down to recalibrate it. The idiot girl child they had employed as admin started out saying ‘Shouldn’t you leave that to…’

I finished her sentence. ‘Someone who knows what they are doing?’. I had completed recalibration before I had finished speaking.

She never spoke to me again. I think I can call that a win.

This was about 20 years ago. It’s only become worse since then.

Next Jab

In ‘Leaving the Dream‘, I didn’t specify how the chip in Phil’s hand worked. Well, in a short story you have to avoid getting sidetracked into details that really aren’t needed to advance the story. Getting sidetracked is definitely one of my flaws so I do need to keep it under control.

I hadn’t envisaged his chip having terabytes of storage and its own power supply, although we might not be far off that as a possibility. You can now get micro SD cards with enough storage space to run a small country and some extremely tiny batteries. However, I hadn’t gone that way, I was saving it for more futuristic chips like the ones in 10538’s body.

Phil’s chip didn’t need it. It wasn’t scanned by hand held scanners, only on a desktop scanner attached to a computer, which was itself attached to the internet. So, Phil’s chip was simply a unique identifier, using RFID, no internal power. The scanners identified him and the computer accessed a central database to bring up his records. Very simple, cheap and already achievable with technology that’s already been around for quite some time.

The chip didn’t need updates or modifications of any kind. New medications were added to the central database and the chip simply identified him to that database. Seriously, that could be rolled out tomorrow. Every component of it already exists.

So, updating Phil’s vaccine passport does not require him to go anywhere or do anything to the chip, and there really isn’t much anyone can do about hacking it. It’s just an ID, the real data is stored elsewhere.

Now, it is already clear that the Pharmers intend to profit from regular ‘booster’ jabs, whether you need them or not, and that more vaccines will be added to that passport – all requiring regular top-ups. Flu, I am sure, will be next, there will probably be a few others before plague is added – but it will be.

Next, there is likely to be an mRNA vaccine for HIV.

Now, I am at pretty much zero risk of HIV. I’m over 60, I have never been one to ‘play the field’ and indeed, I have very little interaction with other people anyway. Heck, I’m at very low risk of catching a cold, I’m not at all concerned about HIV! I’m far more bothered by IBS which runs (literally) in the family. Not much anyone can do about that, and probably never will be.

I expect most of you out there can say much the same – your risk of HIV is negligible. So the vaccine will only be for high risk groups, right? Like Yellow Fever vaccine, which you only need if you go to a country where Yellow Fever is endemic. If you’re not visiting those parts of the world, you have no need of the vaccine.

Well, if you’re in the UK you don’t need plague vaccine but you’re going to get it anyway. Also yellow fever, even if you have never left your remote Pennines village and don’t intend to. You’ll have this HIV vaccine too.

Why? Two reasons.

1. Each one will be added to your vaccine passport. Fail to stay up to date and you can’t even leave your house.
2. So many have now fallen for the scam that ‘my vaccine doesn’t work unless you’re vaccinated too’ that it will henceforth apply to all future vaccines. It might even spread from there. ‘My painkillers don’t work unless everyone takes them’. There will be peer pressure that could well end up as a sort of Invasion of the Bodysnatchers scenario, where those fully up to date with every potion going will point and scream at you in the street if you miss one shot of the athlete’s foot vaccine.

Once you get on this ride you can never get off. It’s the last ride you’ll ever take and you’ll be on it to the end.

I won’t be getting on the ride. I’ve had all the vaccines I need, I’m not joining in with the experimental stuff. If that means no more visits to pubs, restaurants or shops, so be it. I’ll get everything delivered or simply go completely off grid and fend for myself. I’ve done that before. I’m a lot older now but I think I can survive for at least a while without all the modern luxuries I didn’t grow up with but, like many, have become used to.

I’m not saying ‘don’t get the vaccine’, that’s your choice. I will not stoop to the level of the Cult of Covid and demand anyone follows the way I choose to live. Few, if any, of those under 40 could cope with it anyway. However, even if you have had the vaccine, I would suggest you resist the introduction of the vaccine passport. It does not represent freedom in any way. It represents eternal slavery. You will do as you are told or you will be cancelled. The requirements put upon you will only increase, never decrease. You get in this game and the door slams behind you. There is no exit.

Well, if it comes to it, I choose cancellation. I really don’t want to live as one of the Pharmer cattle, I’d rather freeze to death in a remote forest. Although, since I know how to make a fire and cook over it, I’ll actually probably outlast most of the Eloi the Pharmers will be feeding on.

I know, this is a bleak vision of the future but if the vaccine passport becomes reality, it’s the only one available. You can pooh-pooh this, you can pretend it’s all going to be fine, you can believe your government sees you as anything more than an inconvenience, you can believe the Pharmers care about more than pure profit… but there is a very nasty awakening coming for you.

Soon it will be too late to choose your future. It will have been decided for you. Unless you decide first.

The choice is yours. It always was, if you only could see it.

Contagion!

There is now, in development, a DNA vaccine for plague.

Yep. Plague. You know, that thing that hammered the crap out of the human race up to the 1600s and is still around – although these days it comes up occasionally and really doesn’t get too far. It’s a bacterial infection and we now have antibiotics that can stop it.

There were two cases recently in China. Some folk ate an animal known to be a high risk of being a plague carrier. Even the Chinese avoid that one but I guess even the Chinese have a few idiots.

It shows up in warm places to this day, even in southern US states a few cases arise. Madagascar, off the coast of Africa, seems particularly prone to it.

Sure, some of the more remote places where it shows up can be hard to supply with antibiotics, and a vaccine might be a good thing there, but an experimental, monkey-virus vector carrying DNA to make your own cells look like plague bacteria? That doesn’t sound like such a good idea, especially since your covid vaccine already makes a lot of your cells look like they are infected with a virus. Your immune system is going to be busy, killing all your own body’s cells because it thinks you are infected.

Plague can be treated with antibiotics. A plague vaccine could be based on killed bacteria. It has never been developed because, frankly, there’s no money in it. Plague’s current range and frequency simply don’t justify that sort of investment, especially when there are already treatments for it.

Yet now, we see a company investing a hell of a lot in the development of a vaccine we don’t actually need, and which won’t make any money because it’s most useful in places that don’t have much money. Why is that?

And why does it need to make your own cells express plague bacteria proteins? The traditional route, killed bacteria, is likely to be much more successful, cheaper to produce and far easier to transport to remote areas. Unlike viruses, it is very easy to make sure a bacterial vaccine contains no live ones. Why go the expensive, complicated, experimental route?

Especially when the investment is unlikely to ever pay for itself.

Or is it? Oh, you don’t need to unleash plague on the world again. You just need to make enough people scared of it. As my fictional world did with scrofula, back in 2017.

Expect to hear more plague cases popping up. Expect to hear about ‘variants’ and ‘antibiotic resistant’ strains. Expect to hear about it hitting big cities.

Expect to have plague vaccine added to your vaccine passport, right behind covid and flu. Expect to see many more vaccinations added, plus regular boosters. Expect to never hear of anyone who has caught plague, but to hear of many who have suffered after vaccination.

There is only one way to profit from a vaccine hardly anyone has any need of.

Make them scared. It’s worked well so far.

Compulsion

The Mad Wanksock (he deserves no less derision) has declared that his personally-owned NHS owes no duty of care to vaccine refuseniks. Yes, he really said that. Unless you enrich him, and his cabal of dark whisperers of doom, by accepting the death juice, his personally-owned NHS will not treat you.

Well they’ve hardly treated anyone for a year anyway. Where’s your threat, Wanksock? My uncle died of delayed-treatment for his throat cancer on Christmas Eve last year. You have nothing. Nothing to threaten me with. Nothing to do with all your Pharmer shares.

Couple of points here. The Death Secretary (which is what Wanksock evidently thinks his job entails) does not own the NHS. In fact, nobody in government does, not since Tiny Blur put the whole thing under the control of ‘trusts’ that really do not deserve that title. He’s basically a blustering idiot and if he’s lucky he’ll only end up in prison. Did you see the BBC bloke hounded off the street by a mob? I watched that and thought ‘it’s a very short step to a lynching here’. People are angry to a level that hasn’t been seen since the days of Charles I, and that didn’t end pleasantly.

When the aftermath of this kicks in it’s likely to look exactly like those days and I’m taking cover out here.

Remember, Cromwell saved the English from the tyranny of Charles I, but turned out to be a total dick. They found him guilty of treason two years after he had died but that didn’t stop them. They dug him up and hung him anyway. Yes, Boris. Yes, Wanksock. These are the people you are currently repeatedly poking with a sharp stick. You might want to brush up on your history.

Second point – if the government has no duty to care for me, as non-vaccinated, then surely I have no duty to pay them any taxes in any form. My car road tax is due. Yet Wanksock has said that the NHS won’t treat the unvaxxed so if I am ever in an accident I will be left to die. Why, then, would I pay for that?

The BBC is already suffering from a loss of the TV tax. The new GBNews, headed up by Andrew Neil, seems popular but old Neilly has already stated that there will be consequences for those who refuse vaccination. So I won’t be watching that channel either. Nobody should be watching the idiot lantern now anyway. How will the government survive a tax strike? I think it’s time to find out.

Now, Wanksock wants to make the experimental jab compulsory for care workers. Then NHS workers. Then you and your children. Oh, he didn’t mention the last part so that’s a conspiracy theory – like compulsory jabs and vaccine passports and the ‘three weeks to flatten the curve’ becoming permanent were just conspiracy theories mere months ago. Never happen… oh wait.

There are rumours and leaks and hints and allegations that the ‘third wave’ will begin on August 1st. That the lockdowns will intensify next autumn and winter. That most of the victims will be the fully vaccinated, and the unvaxxed will be blamed (this makes no sense biologically but they left science behind a long time ago). That there will be boosters of these experimental potions that can only be enforced while the emergency (and therefore the lockdowns) continue. Of course, these are just conspiracy theories. You know, the spoutings of tinfoil hatters. Like compulsory vaccinations and vaccine passports, or the ‘three weeks to flatten the curve’ becoming a permanent New Normal. Nothing to worry about as long as you are fully brainwashed. You carry on, enjoy your servitude.

I won’t have a vaccine passport because I won’t be partaking of the potion. So, that means I can never fly overseas again? Well too bad. The government doesn’t want to let the unvaccinated fly. Unfortunately, the airlines don’t want to let the vaccinated fly. So nobody is going anywhere. Again, Wanksock, you have nothing.

This includes vaccinated pilots. The airlines are worried about their liability if the vaccinated form blood clots and die en route. They are now even more concerned that it could happen to a pilot – in which case everyone is likely to die en route. Flying at high altitudes increases everyone’s risk of deep vein thrombosis and it is increasingly clear that all the vaccines also increase the risk. So, the airlines are taking a risk and multiplying it by putting together high altitude and dodgy rushed out vaccines. They aren’t going to risk it. Very sensible.

None of us going anywhere means that although around 75% of pilots and aircrew are vaccinated, well, they aren’t going to need very many of them. Nobody vaccinated will be accepted by the airlines and nobody unvaccinated will be allowed on board by the government. So, a few cargo planes and the private jets of the sociopaths will soon be all that’s left flying.

Again, the government promise that you’ll get your ordinary life back if you accept the Prick of Destiny is shown to be a lie. Just like everything else. These alleged vaccines have already been stated to not stop you catching or spreading the virus. You get reduced symptoms, which means you can spread it more easily because it won’t confine you to bed. This is an incredibly stupid idea.

This government also promised that June 21st would be the end of it all. This was clearly bollocks from the outset, they were hiring ‘Covid marshals’ (aka fingermen, if you’ve read or seen ‘V for Vendetta’) with contracts up to 2023. They are planning boosters in September which could not happen unless the ’emergency powers’ were still active.

Now the combless clown claims we are to be freed on July 29th. ‘That’s really it, no takesie-backsies, we really mean it’ which is exactly what he said about June 21st. He is lying. It’s what he said in March 2020, ‘just three weeks to flatten the curve’ and you know what pisses me off more than anything else? So called ‘rebels’ saying ‘Well if he doesn’t stop this on July 29th…’

He has no intention of stopping it. Ever. You stop it or it never stops. That is it. Really. You stop getting tested when you’re not ill and adding to the made up figures. You refuse to comply on a scale that they cannot control.

Or you just sit in the fire thinking ‘This is fine’ while they jab their experiment into your children.

There is no Batman. No Superman. No hero coming to save you. It does look very much like the world of ‘V for Vendetta’ but there is no V. It’s up to you.

You can end this. You can bring down Mad Wanksock (he’s now at the stage where prison would be his lucky option) and Boris the Spider and their gang of doom-whisperers.

Or you can sit in the fire thinking ‘This is fine’ until you are burned to a crisp.

Your choice. Also your last chance.

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I referenced two songs in there. Artist, song title, album (or film) and year gets you a random free book, and as a bonus, you get to choose a second if you can legitimately find one I didn’t deliberately reference if it’s legit.

Drugs from the Bottom

Warning: This is my area of expertise, what I have spent my entire career doing so it could get more than a little bit lectury. I’ll try to keep it not too technical.

So, it seems Buyoff Billy has his next scheme under way. He wants to make drugs that modify your intestinal microflora.

A brief aside first – I haven’t been around much lately. Couple of reasons – I’m tied up with editing and my eternal dodgy guts decided to go for the big time last week. Half-convinced I had appendicitis, it got so bad that I actually called the doctor’s surgery without being nagged into it!

The doctor called back within minutes. A brief glance at my medical records (there isn’t much in there) would have told her that the last time they saw me, some years ago, I had cracked ribs and a bashed kidney and had been peeing blood for three days before I gave in and called them. They know I’m not the type to bother them unless it looks like imminent death. I was actually invited to visit the surgery! I declined because CStM doesn’t drive and I was in no fit state.

Notably, there was no mention of vaccine or testing. I suspect many doctors are getting sick of the charade too. Some are speaking out, some are resigning, which isn’t good. It means we’ll be left with only the Pharmer shills. For now, there are still some good ones working.

Anyway, she prescribed some pills, my daughter picked them up for me and it’s all good now. Well, it’s back to ‘normal’ – I still have dodgy guts but that runs in the family, so to speak. This is somewhat relevant to the post – I worked in intestinal microbiology almost all of my career, dealing with some very unpleasant samples and quite a few dangerous pathogens. I did a lot of work in probiotics and prebiotics with possibly the best motivation a scientist can have – fixing my own gut problems.

I haven’t fixed them, since it’s genetic I doubt that can ever happen, but I have learned to mostly control them. Mainly with diet. And an occasional dose of The Stuff I Can’t Talk About, which I have in the fridge here.

Brief explanation of The Stuff for anyone new here – after the department I worked in closed down I went solo. Self employed in research and consultancy. Basically, rogue scientist. I did a lot of work for food companies, rented lab space (bizarrely, just a few doors along from the lab I worked in before) and that work was mostly on prebiotics. It’s still covered by confidentiality agreements so I still can’t publicise what was in it. Nor indeed, what is still in it in my fridge.

‘Prebiotic’ was a very poor choice of name, because trying to search ‘prebiotic’ throws up a lot of work on the chemicals on Earth before life evolved. Picking out papers on the modern definition was seriously difficult. The modern prebiotic is something you eat that specifically feeds the good guys in your gut so they are better able to kick the crap out of the bad guys when they show up – or even if they are already there. This is different to ‘probiotic’ which involves adding live bacteria – usually one or more of the lactic acid bacteria group – to your microflora. Like Actimel. That’s a probiotic. Inulin is a prebiotic, it works but take too much and you’ll get gas production to rival Russia. The Stuff does not have that problem.

My first work as a loose cannon centred on Clostridium difficile, a very nasty bacterium that you mostly catch in hospital when your immune system and gut bacteria are already buggered by antibiotics. Oh I could fix it, the doctors who let us try this on patients were delighted. The antibiotics they’d need to use on this infection – metronidazole and vancomycin – are very heavily toxic themselves. They are last-resort drugs, but nothing else worked. We (the food company I worked for, me, and a couple of other scientists acting as advisors) made a yoghourt-like drink that was actually very pleasant. One a day and the symptoms soon reduced. Best of all, it contained nothing that could be considered a medication so you didn’t need a prescription.

As I say, the doctors were delighted. Admin were not. They blocked every attempt to arrange a proper, definitive trial. We could not get a yoghourt drink past their ethical committee. Why? Well it was cheap and involved no patented drugs. Oh we knew why, the doctors knew why, but none of us were allowed to say. It was something to do with certain peoples’ profits. I’ll say no more on this.

Right. Few people think much about what happens inside them. In your gut there are about three pounds (approx. 1.5 kg) of bacteria. Doesn’t sound like much does it? Okay, take a glass of water. There will need to be close to a million bacteria per millilitre before that water starts to look cloudy. And it won’t even register on a normal kitchen scale as being any heavier than a glass of pure water. Three pounds of bacteria is not just a minor amount. It’s an entire ecosystem. There are more bacteria in everyone’s gut than there are people, or even mammals, on Earth. Many, many species – it used to be classed as around 400 species until DNA analysis really took off and we started to find genes from bacteria we didn’t know existed. Now it’s likely to be at least double that number.

Incidentally… from the linked article…

“It’s only in the past 15 years that we’ve come to understand the incredible diversity of the microbiome. It’s almost like a rainforest inside our bodies. There are 100 times more bacterial genes than human genes,” says Smith.

Past 15 years? Bollocks. We’ve known about this for a very long time indeed. It was clear when I started, when I moved from ruminant to non-ruminant gut research in 1990. We were meddling with the very fabric of life itself even then, working on probiotics for pigs to try to stop a K88 variant of Escherichia coli that made pigs very sick. It doesn’t hurt humans at all but then E. coli O157 does nothing to pigs so… swings and roundabouts.

Early on in my career I had considered the ‘perfect probiotic’. You would take this bacterium, most likely a Lactobacillus or a Bifidobacterium, dose it into one pig and it would spread through the piggery and they’d all be protected. I soon realised it couldn’t work, but my reasons were not the same as those who were trying to put me off.

Their reasoning was economic. If my idea was possible, there’s no money in it. Selling one dose to an entire piggery, once, was nothing compared to selling a weekly dose that had to be dosed into every individual pig. Well I could see that but my focus has never been money. I’ve never had very much of it and wouldn’t know what to do with it if I did.

My reasoning was that the gut bacteria are an ecosystem that does not like to be disturbed. They are, you could say, territorial. This is different in every single gut, the dominant species in yours is not the same as the dominant species in mine. You mess up the equilibrium they have established and they will make you pay. A big dose of antibiotics will do it, the equilibrium is broken and they hit the exits fast.

While that equilibrium is in chaos your gut is open to the establishment of a new one. Not necessarily a better one. This disruption is how things like Cl. difficile get a hold, and several other gut infections only found in hospitals. Oh you won’t have heard about those, you only hear how they are smoke-free, not infection-free. I blame it mostly on the outsourcing of cleaners but that’s another story, related to the reasons behind food borne diseases. A different lecture, I’ll try not to get distracted.

Okay. So. You have a gut ecosystem in equilibrium. This is why Salmonella has to go in mob-handed to set up an infection. A few of them will get wiped out at once. They need thousands in one dose to get established. The Local Gut Bacteria do not like strangers.

They don’t like probiotics either. Yes, they are the ‘good guys’ but they are still strangers and the gut bacteria do not like competition. That’s why you need to take things like Actimel daily. The bacteria it contains will not establish in your gut. Their competitors will fight them for that ecological niche.

So we come to prebiotics. Your gut already has many species and genera of the lactic acid bacteria. The prebiotic idea is to feed them, make them stronger and better able to fight the pathogens when they try to invade. It works, it boosts your resistance to gut pathogens (other than viruses, bacteria can do nothing to stop them) but it can never transfer between people. You can pass on a live bacterium but not a chemical that’s bacteria food. You have to take this stuff routinely and individually.

Which can be profitable even if it’s cheap. But if it’s not profiting the Pharmers, they stamp on it. We have seen this in action recently. There’s no point denying it, it’s been clear for a long time.

You can fix most gut problems with diet. I am not lactose intolertant and I do not have gluten allergy. My fucked up guts are genetic. However… I won’t get a life threatening reaction to gluten but I definitely react badly to having too much of it. Basketball belly and power washer arse. Gluten and lactose are in so many things now it’s easy to get an overdose. Even if you don’t have an actual allergy, an overdose can be bad.

You know those precooked chickens and chicken pieces that are browner than anything you’ve ever cooked? They are coated with lactose. It’s not sweet enough to be noticed but it caramelises like sucrose. Gives that lovely brown colour without adding sweetness. You eat those, you’re adding to your lactose intake. Too much and, as with gluten, your gut bacteria go into overdrive and… boom. Literally.

Now, Billy Gates Gruff is getting involved in this. He is not going to be interested in faecal transplants (these work best between related individuals because your own genetics have an effect on which bacteria grow best in there) because these are not Pharmer profits.

He has made clear he wants a ‘vaccine’ that spreads on its own. A genetically modified bacterium that establishes in someone’s gut and spreads through the whole population. This is the way to do it. He won’t make a lot of money from it but does he really need any more? He will, however, gain massive control from this. Your guts will be subject to patent.

Because as with everything else he has meddled with, it will be a disaster for humanity. Everyone’s gut is different. Everyone has their own unique gut ecosystem. When this thing gets into you, you are likely to need lifelong medication to keep it under control.

I doubt the Billy Gates Gruff understands this, he’s just a front man after all. He just revels in the cash. He does nothing, he pays other people to do stuff. In the Global Heirarchy, he’s middle management.

So his solution is going to be expensive meddling, like everything else he does. It’s going to harm and kill a lot of people, but then as a population-reduction advocate, that’s his goal anyway.

If you don’t have any gut problems, stay well away from anything that comes out of this.

If you do, look at your diet first. That is where the solutions lie.