DISINFORMATION BY THE DOZENS: POISON FROM BOTH SIDES

By ConBoi, The Nigh End Times – May 17, 2021

“If the medicine kills you and the cure bankrupts you, guess who wins? Not you. Never was you.”

You don’t just drop a truth bomb this fat without checking the wind, and believe me, the storm has been howling since the Disinformation Dozen were outed. But see, here’s the bet, it wasn’t a reveal. It was a rollout. A flex. A firework show of controlled opposition.

Yeah, yeah, NPR ran the story. The Center for Countering Digital Hate got their name in lights. They put 12 people in the public square, tied them to the post, and lit the pyres, shouting “Behold the poison!” But here’s the deal, brothers and sisters, that was the poison. That’s the trick. That’s the game.

They want you to pick sides. Are you #TeamIvermectin or #TrustTheScience? Doesn’t matter. It’s two wings of the same vulture, picking your brain clean and replacing it with either horse paste or RNA wizardry. And while you’re arguing about spike proteins and cytokine storms, the deep state’s smiling with blood in their teeth.

Let’s break it down.

The Disinformation Dozen: Snake Oil With a Megaphone

They called them the worst offenders: Kennedy Jr., Mercola, Tenpenny, and the like. Preachers of potions. Shamans of self-help. Their message? Natural immunity, big pharma bad, detox your soul with elderberry and ultraviolet light.

Now listen: they’re not wrong about everything. Some of what they say sounds like truth. But sounding like truth is how the devil sold Eve that apple, and it’s how this crew sells their books, supplements, and $299 webinars. Don’t be fooled. They don’t want you healed, they want you hooked. On fear. On ideology. On whatever they’re bottling and selling by the pallet.

Because in the end, they ain’t here to free you. They’re here to brand you like cattle,Team Freedom, raw milk, and apple cider vinegar. Great for gut flora, sure, but it won’t save your soul from the coming plague. That’s not health, that’s a business plan.

The Pro-Vaxxers: White Coats and Black Ops

Then you got the other team. The white coat mafia. The blue-checked cheerleaders of Operation Warp Speed and global jabs. They call it science. They call it safe. But here’s what they don’t call it: tested over time.

You’re the lab rat. And guess what, sweet pea? They didn’t ask for your consent. They just handed you a lollipop and said roll up your sleeve.

This ain’t about immunity, it’s about obedience. Get the shot or get fired. Mask your kid or stay home. Download the passport or stay behind. They don’t care if you die from myocarditis or anaphylaxis, just as long as you die with a QR code linked to your medical record and crypto wallet.

And yeah, they got their own dozen, too. The Information Dozen. The Faucis, the Gateses, the endless array of CDC mouthpieces who change their tune more than a schizophrenic DJ. One week it’s “two weeks to flatten the curve,” next it’s “boosters forever, amen.”

They are not your saviors. They’re your software update.

The Real Agenda: Divide and Disable

The truth is this: they don’t care which camp you fall into, so long as you fall. And they’ve poisoned the well on both sides.

You take the vaccine? Your DNA becomes the sandbox for patentable technology. Your body is no longer fully your own, it’s leased. Temporary. Tweaked.

You take the alternative? They’ve made sure to discredit every last herbalist and homeopath by mixing in just enough crazy to collapse credibility. Say “vitamin D” and now you’re a flat-earther. Say “informed consent” and you’re labeled a menace.

It’s a catch-22 engineered by catch-22 specialists. Trust the system and suffer. Reject it and be cast out.

So What Happens Next?

Let me tell you: this was never just about vaccines. This is about your body as a data node. It’s about merging man and machine, one injection, one app, one wearable at a time.

The microchips? They’re coming. But they won’t be called chips. They’ll be called “immune boosters,” or “digital antibodies.” They’ll say it’s for pandemics, but what it really is? Control. They’ll integrate it with your crypto account. No chip, no paycheck. No scan, no bread. No update, no healthcare.

You think it’s science fiction? Nah. It’s Revelation with WiFi. You think Musk and Gates are rivals? Nah. They’re tag-teaming the Tower of Babel 2.0.

First they put it in your hand. Then your head. And they’ll say it’s to “protect your loved ones.” Just like they said about masks. About contact tracing. About staying six feet apart like Jesus never walked among lepers.

They’ll say it’s about health, but it’s about hierarchy.

Farmland and False Prophets

Look to the land. Gates owns more farmland than anyone in America. Why? Because when they switch the food over to genetically tagged hybrids, they’ll own the patent on your dinner.

And Musk? He wants your brain. Literally. Neuralink, my friends. Once they’ve mapped your neurons, what makes you you can be edited. Snipped. Replaced. Synapses made to fire when your boss says “jump” and release serotonin when you comply.

And religion? They’ll replace that too. You won’t need a God, just a dashboard. A neural app that soothes you when you’re sad and punishes you when you question the narrative.

Sound familiar?

“He causes all, both small and great, rich and poor, free and slave, to receive a mark… and that no one may buy or sell except one who has the mark.”
—Revelation 13:16-17

Yeah, they’re doing it again.

No More Bricks in the Wall

You ever wonder why the Beatles broke up? Why Lennon got shot right after saying the quiet part out loud? Why McCartney’s been looking weird since ’66?

They don’t want artists. They want avatars. They don’t want rebels. They want retweets. They don’t want elders with wisdom, they want influencers with scripts.

This whole Disinformation campaign? It ain’t about truth. It’s about ownership. Of you, of your thoughts, of your blood and breath and bowel movements.

And once they’ve divided us into cults of vax and anti-vax, masks and no masks, God and science, they’ll sweep in with the answer to the chaos they created.

That’s when the real plague starts.


Stay tuned. Stay human. Stay free.
ConBoi out.

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