I’m here live, with the fam, on Normie Vacay 2023.
Let me color in a bit of context for dat ass.
I am the oldest of four, and the only girl. I have three sons (7, 13, and 16).
My 3 brothers have:
one son (8); one daughter (7)
one daugher (7)
two sons (3, 10 months)
Everyone is jabbed. My kids and I are the only ones unjabbed. Unfortunately I don’t know how many shots everyone has taken because it’s no longer a topic that can be discussed. But I know that everyone, including the 10 month old INFANT has taken the injectable bioweapon.
My doctor brother did tell me at some point last year that they would not be taking anymore shots. Some of you might remember that this is also when he told me that Peter Hotez’s shot was the one that SHOULD have been chosen anyway… and that he was considering flying to India to get it.
Curiously, he has not revisited this conversation on this vacation.
We all arrived last Friday (6/23/23) in Hilton Head, SC.
We have two villas, and are divided up accordingly.
I noticed two large bottles of pink antibiotics in the refrigerator immediately.
I did not mention or ask about it. And I was proud of myself for that.
My boys and I are staying with the three year old and ten month old, both of whom are very snotty. This is not abnormal for children attending school and daycare.
My middle son is an excellent cook. He smoked a pork shoulder to bring for dinner the first night. Before we left Atlanta, I picked up the thermometer off the counter just after it came out of a 500 degree oven. I burned THE FUCK out of my hand exactly as we were leaving to drive to the beach. I quickly mixed up some distilled water and DMSO (dimethyl sulfoxide) and treated the burn. It’s like magic. Seriously. I never cease to be amazed by DMSO.
After we arrived and we were fussing around the kitchen, I mentioned it to my dermatologist brother. He didn’t say much. Then, as the night went on, the conversation allowed for a little more DMSO talk. Which led to him asking to try the Hurt Creme that I make and use in the studio (DMSO + CBD). Low and behold….IT WORKS (😱) and he became very interested in what I had to say. Actually, he was interested in DMSO, but we can just pretend it was me….
This has opened up more conversation than usually happens. Usually I am situated squarely in the “not a doctor” corner. However this trip, I have been allowed to share some of my “woo-woo” without the usual condescending eye rolls and chuckles. In fact, that same brother asked me to give him a Tibetan bowl treatment on his back….AND ADMITTED IT WORKED 🤯
Progress.
We had a conversation this morning in the kitchen. He is very interested in the applications and implications of DMSO in his dermatological practice. He said as much to me and then wondered aloud about ear drops for his daughter. I have used DMSO for my kids more times than I can count…and consider it my first choice for ear infections. It can kick an ear infection before the sun comes up and instantly provides relief.
As this conversation transpired, he told me that his daughter is on her seventh round of antibiotics in a year. SEVENTH. He said that ever since they got Covid, she has been sick. I managed to hold my tongue and not mention the jab elephant popping a squat in the corner…I’m still real proud about that because we are still speaking to each other.
When my brother and his family got covid last year (2022), they were very sick and PCR diagnosed. He’s a doctor and it was no surprise that they took Paxlovid. Also not a surprise that they got the Rebound Rona. They were reeeeeeallly sick. And then ended up with H-Flu. And Strep. And pink eye. Seriously. But my brother proudly took credit for diagnosing their compounded disaster and we didn’t talk much about it.
Over the holidays (2022) all of my brothers’ children were on antibiotics. My oldest younger brother’s daughter was on her fifth round (for strep).
Today my middle youngest brother told me that his daughter is on her SEVENTH course of antibiotics since last summer.
I’ve watched my baby brother dose his two boys with Zyrtec and ibuprofen since we got here.
Within 24 hours of arriving, my crew (my three boys and me) all became congested and got very scratchy throats. Luckily I brought a nebulizer and vitamins and we quickly kicked it, but it was a very distinct thing. And it happened almost immediately. To all of us.
It’s probably just a summer cold.
I’m super glad to be having conversations about alternative shit with my doctor brother.
And it makes me beyond concerned.
Because if Medical Michael is open to Sarah’s Woo-Woo, then he has reached a level of concern that I am quite sure he will not admit, but should be noted.
My brother is fucking smart. Despite his choices.
He went to the medical school that is at the heart of the narrative (UNC Chapel Hill). And I try and remember that. This is a hard bridge to cross. The fact that he is considering any of it means that deep down he knows, even though we can’t talk about that yet.
His daughter is the apple of his eye and the center of his world. And he injected her with a bioweapon. And he knows it. She has been sick non-stop.
My brother is also in the reserves.
He knows.
The fact that he is exploring “my ways” says everything. It’s gratifying in the absolute least gratifying way possible.
Because it breaks my heart into a thousand pieces.
This is my family.
These are my people.
And they all took it.
Today it’s H-Flu and strep and pink eye and endless antibiotics.
Tomorrow….
Next week….
Next decade….
It is harder for some people to mourn their family, and quite a new phenomena to have to mourn them while they are alive....
I for one cannot find it in my heart to forgive my older brother. He is super smart, science degree, mater's in Business and honours in Business Law. He won a intellectual property lawsuit against him in the high court of Australia at age 21. But dumb as shit when it comes to thinking. He jabbed his kids and called me a conspiracy nut. The whole family took his advice over mine. They all abandoned me to the police state.
I accept what they did and why they did it.
I do not want vengeance, an apology or want to be able to say I told you so. However, they complied and encouraged tyranny and I will not be wasting the rest of my life looking after the dead.
Real, alive people need help and energy and friendship.
I've had my wake for my family. I won't be attending funerals.
I’m a goddamn medical miracle. Not a single jab and never got the dreaded C. I had a cold about a year or so ago. I think I was supposed to call it the big C but it was a cold. Felt crappy for about five days, got over it with bed rest and soup. Not been sick since. Why isn’t the government wanting to study my miraculous powers of health? Wasn’t I supposed to die in hospital gasping for air? The same cannot be said of everyone else who took the juice. They are all falling ill again and again ...