Rabies Part 5

In memory of a squirrel...and my own tragedy

Most of my readers have no doubt read the heartbreaking tale of Peanut the squirrel, who was murdered along with Fred the raccoon by power tripping bureaucrats in upstate New York, supposedly because they might have rabies so they needed to decapitate him and dissect his brain tissue to go looking for it. Consider all of the jobs and people involved in this exercise of raw power, supposedly spurred on from a complaint from a woman in Texas who was jealous that the squirrel was getting more attention than her own YouTube channel was or something. First you had a dipshit judge who signed the warrant, then you had 10 agents who descended SWAT team style on the Longo’s home, where they were held for five hours so that the agents could tear the home apart. They were, as SWAT teams always are, probably looking for much more than a squirrel. Unfortunately the only thing they found was a squirrel and a raccoon. How much money was spent inflicting this pointless misery on the Longo’s?

Louis Pasteur, it turns out, is the hero of our time. How many jobs in how many countless government agencies have been created due to his outlines for both rabies control but also for food bourne illnesses? Raw milk producers get raided too due to his discoveries. How many cushy government funded jobs would go away if these two cornerstones alone were determined to be bunk science?

My rabies series began with my own personal research which was egged on by the restrictions on bringing my three beloved dogs Cooper, Daisy and Shadow from Thailand to America. CDC restrictions were put in place during the pandemic that made it all but impossible to bring a dog from a designated “high rabies incidence” country into the “low rabies incidence” USA. First they had to be rabies vaccinated and boosted, then, because the rabies vaccine does not always work, they had to undergo titer testing during a narrow window of time when the rabies “antibodies” were in the highest circulation in their blood. If they failed to show the presence of rabies then in their bloodstream, they would either be murdered, or if I objected to that, quarantined for 60 days at extremely high expense to me, then reboosted, then retested.

Although I was able to find one place in Bangkok which did rabies titer testing, the dogs could not come to America anyways because I was unable to find any veterinarian in Thailand who could fill out the CDC form which also required the dog to be microchipped. In the end my dogs were killed due to US government imposed rabies restrictions impeding their movement with me. At the same time in Thailand people needing a rabies shot if bitten by any dog under any circumstances brought widespread public acceptance to the idea of culling “unwanted” dogs due to fears of them. By that point all three had been vaccinated and fixed anyways. My dogs never bit or even snapped at anyone to my knowledge, but they sometimes chased people on motorbikes close to our bungalow.

Although I never started a social media channel I did sometimes post pictures and stories of the dogs on substack. They were the best dogs I ever had. They followed me and Ka everywhere we went on foot and became very well trained at crossing the busy road by going up the stairs to the pedestrian bridge. They never wore leashes and none of them needed one: they left both people and other dogs alone on our walks. I’d had Daisy and her daughter Shadow since the day they were born (April 10, 2021 for Daisy and March 13, 2022 for Shadow) whereas Cooper had simply followed us home and doggedly followed us afterwards, like he’d picked our family out personally. Everybody knew they were our dogs but in an effort to force people off of their land they were poisoned along with several others in our neighborhood. At least one cat, though not directly targeted, also died due to eating the poisoned food.

It’s difficult to talk to my younger daughter about her dogs. I’m trying to build a safe space for her where the joy she felt when she picked up the newborn black puppy for the first time and said “Can I have it?” is still present in her mind with a happy story. Instead it was crushed by a soul killing machine of rules, restrictions, regulations and red tape that can capture anybody anywhere in its cross hairs. It’s a joyless, soulless, existence which they seek to impose, all based upon a foundation of lies incentivized by a lot of money. Don’t love, because they will take it away. Don’t build, because they will tear it down. Don’t create because they will destroy.

Welcome to Leviathon. I began this rabies series in honor and in memory of my dogs. I realized that nobody had really looked under the hood on this vaccine, the holy grail one which even I would get in the right circumstances with the 100% death rate widely attributed to a bite by a rabid animal. What I found instead was a heap of lies that have propped up restrictions on people via their pets ever since.

In Part One of this series I began by looking at Seroprevalence studies of rabies in the blood of people both vaccinated and unvaccinated. What this revealed is that a small but significant percentage of people, even those unvaccinated with no known exposure to a bite, tested positive for rabies in their blood. The overwhelming majority did not die, become sick, or even know of this issue beforehand.

I picked up a few greatly appreciated paid subscribers to what I did not know was going to become a series of posts. Almost all of my content is free, but I balance this against two paid subs complaints that I was not giving them anything special for their support. I wanted to reward my long suffering paid subs with high quality research that could not easily be found anywhere else on the Internet. It was, as I had mused a few years prior, up to me to do the digging on this one. In honor and memory of my dogs.

Daisy as a puppy was not so sure she liked the beach:

Cooper was the best dog ever:

Daisy and her puppy Shadow. The last of Daisy’s pups was supposed to be adopted by Kuhn Chef, but then he changed his mind and we ended up keeping her:

In Part Two of this series I looked at Seroprevalence studies of rabies in animals and discovered that some mammals (Horses, sheep and cows) were surprisingly common but overlooked rabies carriers while others (the rodent class including rats, chipmunks and yes squirrels) almost never tested positive for the disease.

Here’s Arnold “Screw Your Freedoms” Schwarzeneggar feeding his pony and jackass at his kitchen table right off of his plate. I wonder if he’s been tested for rabies?

A short Google search on incidence of rabies in squirrels provided me with this result:

Squirrels and other small rodents are rarely infected with rabies and have never been known to transmit rabies to humans or other animals.

In Part Three of the rabies series I did a deep dive on the history of the rabies vaccines, which ties in to careful narrative control by Louis Pasteur, the one credited with its invention:

Finally in Part Four I dug in to similarities between the rabies vaccines and snake antivenom. The concept of an antidote has been seeded in movies and popular culture for decades, but does or could such a thing even exist except as something to mediate and purge the toxic effects of the original poisoning? How does injecting illness lead to health?

So here we are in Part Five. In memory of my dogs I am committed to doing my part to dismantle the entire vaccine mythos and exposing it as a sham. It seems to be moving the needle. Sasha Latypova has expanded in her own direction from some of my work. On the Zerohedge comment section regarding Peanut the squirrel’s death, a few people chimed in to upvotes that even the idea of rabies as we were taught it was a lie. Even a few years ago such an idea would have been too fringe to gain any traction. But the Covid debacle worldwide has allowed many more people to see that these lies were propped up and seeded into our consciousness to harness our fear and create public safety measures that centralize control.

Peanut’s story marked a turning point. Slavery is slated for all of us at the hands of a death cult. It’s about population wide control of everything, everywhere. At one point this could be ignored, but no longer.

Some of this is because in times when things are relatively good for most people, these regulatory intrusions can be tolerated. An obscure building code in which an inspector will not allow you to make a cheap and efficient change to your house can be shrugged off. Being forced to put out a fire because it is not enclosed properly, does not contain the correct type of burning materials, is too large or is otherwise causing a fire hazard might be likewise endured. There’s been abuses and government overreach for decades, but as long as it was kept on the fringes: the no knock wrong address SWAT team raid in the bad part of town which leads to horrific tragedy, say, these types of things could be ignored by most people. Even theft of children under guise of the state could often be discounted: these parents were accused of being drug or alcohol addicts or mentally unstable and they were usually poor. It was shrugged off as better to pay the state to take care of those poor forced orphans, a lucrative business that often leads directly to sex trafficking.

The zeitgeist changes when we realize that we all could be Peanut, or peanut’s owner. There’s a vast leviathan blob, unaccountable to any individual, which can swoop in and destroy you and your family at any time for any reason. Actively killing people in order to steal their land is happening with full government complicity. We are all slated for extermination but meanwhile the vast blob roams unchecked through an endless quagmire of regulations, rules, restrictions and impingements on freedom. The system rewards those who lack compassion, empathy, intelligence, nuance or discretion. At the top they want the active psychopaths who take joy in inflicting misery on others. In the middle they want the color by the line rule followers who are too dim or narcissistic to think about anything but themselves.

So you end up with insane horror stories like this:

Camille

@witheld_name

My sister in law had her cat put down at home at the age of 20. He was very old and she hadn't gotten his last round of vaccinations. While being euthanized, he bit her. The VET reported the bite to the county. The county made her dig up her 4 day dead cat and submit it for autopsy. The kicker? Even if he'd been up to date, she'd have had to do it anyway b/c, wait for it, the vaccine isn't 100% effective. Our government is out of control.

Meanwhile, governments can’t be bothered regarding all of those people dying suddenly from their interventions:

Sofa King MAGA

@jarmaug

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My close friend just recently died. She was young, maybe mid 30's? But just simply died. She rescued cleft palate pugs. That was her mission for YEARS. I don't know who will take up her fight now, that she is gone.

How do you take out leviathon? It can only be done one individual at a time.

Since this series has been my paid subscriber one, I will reward my subs with a picture of my lovely daughters in their Halloween costumes. Jasmine is extremely camera shy, but her aunt snapped this one and posted it on social media. Joe is looking a little pudgy, but happy belated birthday to him anyways. Those Halloween baby Scorpios were my long standing fatal attraction: