Jut a few points from my blog yesterday:
So, this is a good post that you can read for free on substack, it's pretty relevant to/for me, so i thought i'd re-post and make some comments on it... not sure if it was 'pre anthrax exposure medicine' that i took that caused any problems or not with me...it's hard to tell, because i also took 'pre nerve agent exposure medicine' too, and i even think there was a 'pre radiation exposure medicine' that i also took... and those pills were after getting both shoulders hit with multiple injections from those dreaded high-pressure air-gun type of syringes (folks that are vaccine-hesitant usually have a historical/experiential reason for being so)... anyways, for years i had difficulty concentrating, i was too hyper-vigilant and had (sometimes i still do) a terrible time with memory/vocabulary recalling, ADD and dyslexia symptoms, i might have to read something three times before i really grasp it, those are just some cognition factors, never-mind chronic tension in back/neck/shoulders, my left knee seemed like the first part to start failing, i had been to the Army's 'sick call' several times for back strains before the knee, but my 'records' never got back to Colorado after my deployment to iraq, so they started new ones/records, and my knee was recorded in my new 'records', so they gave me a service-connected disability for the knee, but never for the back, my back was much more aggravating and bothersome than the knee, and the insomnia depression and anxiety were worse then the physical ailments, and those started after my accident in colorado (i'll post a video later, just look below for the link)... i've got news for you, i was already dealing with PTSD and some other physical ailments prior to ODS (operation desert storm), i wasn't dealing with them in the most healthy manner, but i was pretty capable and not necessarily 'debilitated' until after the deployment, and i didn't have a particularly stressful deployment either, we didn't have house-to-house/urban combat, and folks weren't getting blown-up right next to me, i had a couple of sketchy moments granted, but it wasn't terrible, but it was a bit of a blur, it was mostly driving around a different desert in the back of a 5-ton dump-truck... but wait a minute, so ALL of the records of ALL of the shots and pills that i had to take are not on file anymore/anywhere, because the files went 'missing'? yes--EXACTLY, no records, they started them from scratch when i got back to colorado, how fvcking convenient... anyways, i'll comment more on this later, but do yourself a favor and read Malone's substack, it was from a guest author, or maybe it was a re-post...
02-16-23 later: the video below was shot on 7/7/90, just about a year before i 'ETS'd' from active duty, i would have been out in Sept of 1990, but there was a mess brewing in the desert of iraq, so i stayed for nine months longer... if you watch the video, please don't mind the voice or acting, i was imitating a character that i thought was funny at the time, but i was just 'walking down the street, minding my own business' (from Eddie Murphy's 'Raw' video/special), and i’m sure that i was still intoxicated from ethanol, the emergency-room anesthetic, and the pain pills they gave me for afterwards... i'm the one with the bandages, and was joined by Hoss (who did the filming and commentary), Jed, who helped me get my shirt off and was the passenger inside of the truck when i fell, Smitty (aka Big Foot) who slightly resembled 'Steve Irkle' back in the day, and Bean the marlbaro-man (the owner/operator of the little red truck)--three out of those four guys wrote 'buddy statements' about the ordeal (basically official statements sent to the VA, because ‘if it isn't documented in your military records then it never happened’ according to the VA, which is interesting for a large organization with a propensity for losing records and documents, maybe they were in biden’s garage)... considering that i survived the ordeal maybe i should have been a stunt-man, but if there were any cars coming from the opposite direction i'd a been a gonner, and if anyone was following closely behind us i would have bit it... so for folks that wear their hockey pads all the time--because you never know when you might fall out of a moving vehicle--i get you, it could happen... i thought i'd have a better chance getting struck by lightening, being in a plane crash, eaten by a shark, or wining the lottery, but lucky me, i got to demonstrate the effectiveness of the ‘airborne roll’ from very low altitude on asphalt while wearing a bathing-suit and a bandana instead... this was just one of the moments in history where i should have died, but apparently it wasn't time yet... so i like to make fun of the situation, but i must have replayed/relived/dreamed about that moment a zillion times since then, sometimes accompanied with a panic-attack, the moment of the emotional trauma was when i realized that i couldn't keep myself from falling, there was too much force and i wasn't strong enough to hang-on (i didn’t have control over a shitty thing that was about to happen)... it was very frustrating too, because i was sort of like a spider-monkey/ninja/rock-climber/gymnast kind of guy that loved to exercise and greatly relied on my physical capabilities up until that point in time, it was the first time where i felt like i wasn't in control, and i hated it, it was a tiny sliver of time that i couldn't get out of my head for decades... so i was already dealing with some ptsd from this accident prior to deploying to ODS… and, if the vaccines/prophylactics were shitty too (or didn’t mix well with each other) then whadaya expect out of me, certainly not a nobel laureate... anyhow, i hope you read Malone's substack from yesterday, i didn't remember much about the anthrax vaccine, i think i spent most of my days trying to forget about the last year that i served in the army, not trying to learn about the serums and pills that i consumed at the demand of the department of the army and our government... i think i'm done writing for a bit, i'll just be blogging for a while... but i have news for the jab-riddled fool that has no empathy for vaccine-hesitant folks, try to do your very best manipulative/peer-pressure all you want to, but i've had enough of being a lab-rat/experiment, but i sincerely hope it works-out good for you. -- ct
Here’s that link to the video—we called it the re-enactment, glad we recorded it, and made light of it, watching it is actually therapeutic for me, despite my embarrassing demeanor (acting) in the video
i'd like to thank a Midwestern Physician, and Robert Malone for the article, but you have to pay to leave a comment... if i had to pay to read everything that interests me i'd be more broke then i already am... i already pay for a few 'subscriptions' from some folks, but i can't keep paying for more and more subscriptions, sorry folks... with that aside, i appreciate the article, and the focus that they put on 'gulf war syndrome'... i blew-up tons of ordnance in iraq in 1991, and blame myself for much of the environmental hazards that a bunch of folks were exposed to, i'm sure it didn't make the air-quality any better for anyone--we don't know what was in all of those munitions, you could tell by some markings, but most bunkers were considered 'booby-trapped', so we couldn't move stuff around to really look at them, we just blew them in place, a bunker at a time (sometimes a few at a time)... anyhow, if it was one of (or a mix of) some of the prophylactics that we were forced to take then it helps ease my soul a bit, but it doesn't make anything better, fortunately we can learn from history/experience/hind-sight, etc -- ct