In memory of the David Crosby who once was, before "the virus" ate his brain
In memory of the David Crosby who once was, before "the virus" ate his brain
The aged rockers who have leapt aboard the "vaccine" cattle cars, and jeered those who hung back, were often very different people back before their hearts and minds were steeped in deadly propaganda
David Crosby was a tough old bird, touring full-time until tendonitis finally forced him off the road two years ago, then moving into the recording studio, while tweeting, often wittily, with a devoted readership—a steady bustle of activity despite the tendonitis and three heart attacks, and liver problems, too.
But now he’s dead, at 81, his passing marked the usual way: “A cause of death has not been revealed,” reports Variety, along with this:
The death came as a surprise to those who followed his very active Twitter account, which he’d kept tweeting on as recently as Wednesday. One of Crosby’s final tweets Wednesday was to make a typically jocular comment about heaven: “I heard the place is overrated… cloudy.”
Despite that jest, his mind was clearly on this world, or was five weeks ago:
And just as (typically) we’re not told why he died, so (as usual these days) has Crosby’s family obliquely asked us not to speculate out loud about the cause of death: Patricia Crosby, his sister, “thanked fans for their love,” USA Today reports, “and asked for privacy ‘as we grieve and try to deal with our profound loss.’”
Although I wouldn’t think of pestering his loved ones with this inference, what all this suggests is that, since Wednesday, Crosby suffered some “brief illness” brought on by the “vaccination” that he proudly started undergoing in early 2021 (no doubt proceeding to get serially boosted, too). Nor did he merely publicize that jab, but did so with a haughty dig at all those not, like him, intelligent enough “to understand” the shots, “and ascertain that [‘vaccination’] is the correct move”:
I write this more in sorrow than in anger, as I am not one of those who gloat when smugly “vaccinated” types get theirs; and I too vividly remember Crosby as he was to have those memories eclipsed by the dark star of COVID, under which so many worthy spirits lost their minds. For one thing, I loved the Byrds, and then went on to love CSNY, who gave the best of all the concerts I attended in those days (and I attended many concerts through the Sixties and beyond).
And as I so loved his musicianship—his angel’s voice, his phrasing, his harmonic genius—so did I only later learn that, back then, he was also brave enough to say what few dared say, and that identifies him now as one who wouldn’t always have bowed down to the needle, and denied the damage done. Just four years after Dallas—when even (or especially) all the left refused to touch the subject with a ten-foot pole (a silence that Noam Chomsky helped maintain), and as the CIA was just beginning its long covert propaganda drive to smear all doubters of the Warren myth as “conspiracy theorists”—Crosby said this at a concert (and was applauded loudly for it):
And while we’re giving retrospective credit where it’s due, to those whose minds, and fame, have lately been deployed to get us all injected, let’s note that, of all people, Paul McCartney too was, back then, keenly interested in finding out the truth about JFK’s murder. Having heard about Mark Lane’s Rush to Judgement, which had not been published yet, he sought out the author when the latter was in London, and asked to read the manuscript. He called back a few days later, and said, cryptically, “Well he could’na done it, could he?” It took Lane a few minutes to realize who the caller was, and that, by “he,” Paul meant Lee Harvey Oswald. So intent was the musician on contributing to Lane’s endeavors that he asked repeatedly to be allowed to write the score for Rush to Judgement, Lane’s documentary, which the BBC (also a very different animal back then) broadcast in 1967. Thanks to the obtuseness of a tin-eared collaborator on the documentary, that dazzling possibility fell through. (The story is in Citizen Lane, the 2012 memoir by that relentless “conspiracy theorist,” who managed to survive the CIA’s long, sly assault.)
Thus, like Crosby, Paul McCartney was, back in the day, able to think critically about an overwhelming propaganda narrative, whereas, under the evil influence of “COVID,” he’s had himself photographed getting “vaccinated” (with a mask on), and unctuously urged all his fans to “be cool,” and get the jab as he did (and Ringo did, as did so many other of Paul’s peers). What both these stories tell us is that “COVID”—and the consequent participation of so many once-sharp artists in the global drive to “vaccinate” all humankind—could not have happened until now, decades of propaganda, on a broad range of related subjects, having paved the way for it, and thereby made our world unrecognizable (and made us enemies of one another), in ways that we must now do all we can to understand, so we can finally take it back, and make it right.
As David Crosby announced from the stage: President Kennedy was killed by multiple shots.
I suspect the same of David Crosby, killed by multiple shots.
Personally I do not how these people who in the sixties said “Don’t trust anyone over thirty” go to let’s follow our cult leader Fauci and his experimental poison. Were they just trend followers with no critical thinking?