The temptation is to write a few essays based on this speech alone. But I will content myself with just a few pointers instead.
The fellow who introduces this video makes inferences at the start about chem-trails, although just for seconds before he cuts to RFK Jr’s outstanding speech. We personally have no opinion as to the reality or not of chem-trails whatsoever at this time. But we have opinions about the nature of the information. The amount of videos and supposedly counter-revolutionary talk shows who insist it is a real thing could be an information-warfare op all by itself. Part of the liquification or liquefaction of reality. To increase fear and hopelessness amongst the public and create the illusion of a God-like state.
HOWEVER:
IF it is true, that for one reason or another, the government is spraying the atmosphere with aerosols, I would like to remind everyone that in the 1980s the only way to save the word from certain total extinction of all life on earth, was to switch to roll-on deodorant.
This was to eliminate the introduction of the same compounds that they are allegedly spraying by the metric tonne into the upper atmosphere, that would, when used as a component of Right Guard, somehow go from your armpit and bathroom into the ozone layer approximately 132,000. feet up and eat away the Earth’s protective shield from solar UV radiation. Much like plastic straws from Harvey’s in Red Deer somehow board jets and work their way to the Indian Ocean to join an island of plastic waste apparently somewhere in that body of water.
Secondly, I have read most of RFK Jr’s book. And anyone who feels that his claims are unfounded, just need to read The Real Anthony Fauci to get the data and supporting materials to his claims about the Alphabet agencies and things like MK Ultra, which turn out to be the more benign of the CIA ops against the American, and Canadian peoples.
It was also a nice surprise to hear Kennedy speak about actions of Nixon in such a positive light. The more I learn about President Nixon, the more I realize how long we in the West have been victims of information warfare by our own agencies. [Please see paragraph above about underarm deodorant]
UPDATE with related news:
From LeeAnna “James we are on I-20 in Conyers, GA. BioLabs is on fire right now.”
https://x.com/spann/status/1840455959753503153
From Crissy Brooks “BioLab from my airplane window from DC to ATL”. This fire is at Conyers GA
https://nitter.poast.org/spann/status/1840465941349498884#m
Shelter-in-Place and Evacuations Ordered Due to Biolab Chemical Plant Fire releasing massive amounts toxic smoke
Currently, a shelter-in-place order and evacuations are underway as numerous hazmat crews and other emergency services respond to a significant fire at the Biolab chemical plant in Conyers, Georgia. The plant, which is part of the swimming pool and spa water care division of KIK Consumer Products, is sending a massive plume of thick black and brown toxic smoke over the town and can be seen miles away. Officials have blocked off I-20. The fire reportedly started after a sprinkler head malfunctioned, reacting with a water-reactive chemical and wiring at the plant, though officials are still investigating.
RFKjr Video
I have tried 4 different times to post this on Facebook and they won’t allow It!
Very important Message from RFKjr.
Blocking on FB? Why couldn’t i post?
Did post on Telegram.
Please be aware.
So much for that little weasel’s ‘new leaf’. He’s gonna need more than a PR firm to rehabilitate his image I think, even if he wasn’t still engaging in the same tactics.
From LeeAnna “James we are on I-20 in Conyers, GA. BioLabs is on fire right now.”
https://x.com/spann/status/1840455959753503153
From Crissy Brooks “BioLab from my airplane window from DC to ATL”. This fire is at Conyers GA
https://nitter.poast.org/spann/status/1840465941349498884#m
Shelter-in-Place and Evacuations Ordered Due to Biolab Chemical Plant Fire releasing massive amounts toxic smoke
Currently, a shelter-in-place order and evacuations are underway as numerous hazmat crews and other emergency services respond to a significant fire at the Biolab chemical plant in Conyers, Georgia. The plant, which is part of the swimming pool and spa water care division of KIK Consumer Products, is sending a massive plume of thick black and brown toxic smoke over the town and can be seen miles away. Officials have blocked off I-20. The fire reportedly started after a sprinkler head malfunctioned, reacting with a water-reactive chemical and wiring at the plant, though officials are still investigating.
https://nitter.poast.org/rawsalerts/status/1840469403105976801#m
No Readers.
“Less than twenty, more than three,” said the slogan on the one man’s t-shirt. “Join the resistance. Save the Republic,” said his buddy’s shirt as the two men passed by.
Alan hurried on to the bus stop. He had to be home by four to start dinner. “Less than twenty, more than three.” The words bounced in his head like a rubber ball. He didn’t know what it meant, but the syllables had rhythm.
A funny thing happened on the way to globalist fascism. The people woke up. Whispers went to voices went to shouts. Private knowledge became common knowledge.
Curiously, the ruling elite knew it before their subjects did. Maybe it has always happened this way. After all, the tentacles of every state make it their business to know what goes on in the field.
Yes, the people hoped and imagined that things would change–that rule of law and common sense would prevail over the dialectical machinery–but the common man did not have professional polling companies and statisticians at his disposal to know the score. He knew only what he felt–the sinking feeling that everything in the world was wrong.
He was beaten like a dog during the last four years by the empire of lies. The prospects now of conscription into world war, economic collapse, another intentional pandemic, losing his children in some way to the state, or being overrun by Venezuelan gangsters were all visceral threats to his mortal mind and soul. He was tired and angry. How many more men were like him, he wondered. How many more would mobilize to a spark? He did not know the answer to this question, but they did.
If the common man did not suffer from C-19 injection side effects, his nerves were well jangled from the rest of the mess the long marchers had so studiously created. The world he knew was shredded. The Tower of Babel was built, and everything was lost in translation. Truth was the squeak of a mouse drowned by the roar of wolves dressed in sheep’s clothing. The perpetual motion machine that creates only destruction was a locomotive at full steam.
Ignition came from the smoke in the proverbial field. You could see it at a distance, and it was easy to dismiss as a controlled burn watched over by some farmer. But inside of a very exclusive cabal nutted within the ruling cabal there sat a handful of men intensely watching this smoke.
They were very nervous. Data gushed from the pandemic about the attitudes of the people. After all, this had been the purpose of the exercise, and it had worked more beautifully than they had ever imagined.
Alan’s bus went under the Queensway overpass, entering the Glebe. There was the slogan again, this time spray painted as grafitti on the concrete wall: “Under twenty. More than three.” Some new trend, he thought. He didn’t have time to keep up with all news, or to know all the latest fads and expressions. There was just too much to do.
The cabal inside the cabal were confident within plus or minus two percent points the number of people who had resisted the C-19 injections. It knew, granularly, the age range, race, age, sex, income, social status and orientation of attitudes on almost every issue held by the demographic.
Data mining now revealed its own worst fears rising up like black smoke into the air. What percentage of the population were willing to take up pitch forks? To go kinetic? Suddenly came a gruesome twist to the quote attributed to Joseph Stalin’s famous remark on the famine in Ukraine, held so dearly to the cabal’s heart that they even had it on the wall of their conference room: “If only one man dies of hunger, that is a tragedy. If millions die, that’s only statistics.” Statistics, indeed. What if millions now saw through the lies of the few. Who’s tragedy now?
Two more stops, thought Alan as the ball continued to bounce in his head. He reached into his breast pocket for his phone, searching “Less than 20, more than 3”. He saw that only math games came up. He wondered what it meant. He rang the bell. It was his turn to get off.