One way to end the plague of "vaccine" injuries: delete the records—as they're doing in Alberta!
Just as Canada's "free press" has largely stopped reporting people "dying suddenly" (unless they're famous), Alberta's "health service" is now erasing ER records of the "vaccine"-injured
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As the days go by, it feels to me as if we are being herded ever closer to the edge of the cliff.
There is absolutely nothing the Deep State won’t do, no length they will not go to, no crime too big or small—no one they won’t persecute, not one innocent life that they respect.
As the days pass, I begin to appreciate moments—on the phone with my beautiful kids, the color of a maple, the smell of pie. I sense deep inside that we are peering over the edge, so close to it... mere inches. And so moments become treasures that I horde away. Any normalcy I can eek out of a day is a luxury. Because to know the truth is to know that we are no longer safe in our own world, in our own days, in our own lives.
Everything we value and love is at stake. All of it.
By the time enough people are awake to do anything about this, we will have suffered greatly. And while I keep fighting, and while I shall never lose hope, I honestly believe not one of us truly sees this threat for what it is. It is an enormous threat—too big to gaze at—so big we can’t make out the edges of its form.
Sometimes I’m glad my 30-something children don’t understand—as hard as I try to tell them. Knowing is a miserable thing. That any of us sleep at night is a marvel. How any of us get through the day is a wonder.
I have woken up dozens of people since 1997. I’m almost sorry—with tongue in cheek. Because to know is a miserable thing. To carry on is an act of denial. How this will all end is unknown. That’s what we live with—knowing we are facing the unknown but feeling a sense of duty.
Now they are erasing medical records as casually as they are erasing us.
This is truly getting horrifying. It’s like everyone is in on this and there is no way out! I’m very scared for all of humanity.
As the days go by, it feels to me as if we are being herded ever closer to the edge of the cliff.
There is absolutely nothing the Deep State won’t do, no length they will not go to, no crime too big or small—no one they won’t persecute, not one innocent life that they respect.
As the days pass, I begin to appreciate moments—on the phone with my beautiful kids, the color of a maple, the smell of pie. I sense deep inside that we are peering over the edge, so close to it... mere inches. And so moments become treasures that I horde away. Any normalcy I can eek out of a day is a luxury. Because to know the truth is to know that we are no longer safe in our own world, in our own days, in our own lives.
Everything we value and love is at stake. All of it.
By the time enough people are awake to do anything about this, we will have suffered greatly. And while I keep fighting, and while I shall never lose hope, I honestly believe not one of us truly sees this threat for what it is. It is an enormous threat—too big to gaze at—so big we can’t make out the edges of its form.
Sometimes I’m glad my 30-something children don’t understand—as hard as I try to tell them. Knowing is a miserable thing. That any of us sleep at night is a marvel. How any of us get through the day is a wonder.
I have woken up dozens of people since 1997. I’m almost sorry—with tongue in cheek. Because to know is a miserable thing. To carry on is an act of denial. How this will all end is unknown. That’s what we live with—knowing we are facing the unknown but feeling a sense of duty.
Now they are erasing medical records as casually as they are erasing us.