By a Friend,
On June 13th, Children’s Health Defense and other notable organizations held a peaceful protest in New York’s state capital, Albany. The New York State Bar Association, which I discovered is NOT a NY state government office, was looking to make the Covid vaccine mandatory for every man, woman, and child in NY state while also recommending that such mandates be adopted federally. I was fortunate enough to get an opportunity to attend the protest and made my way up to Albany. After months of mayhem in New York City and being locked up in my one-bedroom apartment in downtown Manhattan with helicopters buzzing overhead and sirens screeching through the night, Albany seemed like an exotic escape.
The past month or so, I have not been wearing a mask outdoors nor, when I can avoid it, indoors. Since our "lovely" NYC mayor and NY governor promoted BLM protesting that led to lawless rioting and looting of the city, I make it a point not to wear a mask at all, with the exception of the Trader Joe’s grocery store, which enforces wearing one as if it were Cold War Soviet Russia. I took the Amtrak up to Albany, departing from NYC’s Penn Station maskless. I got a few looks, but I breezed and smiled my way through, running around the station looking for a Duane Reade to get a bottle of water before my train departed. I entered all shops and a Pret a Manger to get a salad maskless. When the announcement was made that my train was boarding, I hurried over to see a huge line of masked zombies staring down at their smartphones waiting to get to the track. With much luck I found a fellow maskless rebel who was also heading to the protest, and we immediately gravitated to each other as if we had known each other forever. Both of us were in a state of shock about what people are willing to do and not question out of fear. It was great to make a new friend who lives in NYC, the land of the zombie apocalypse.
I arrived in Albany the day before the protest thinking I might be able to do something for the day. Albany is a smallish city. I’ve been complaining for months about the impact that the shutdown has had on NYC, but I had no clue about the devastation it has had on small and medium-size cities. NYC has a bustle and can bounce back even under "authoritarian" rule. It’s something that’s ingrained in the city. Seeing a small city like Albany, I don’t know if those small businesses can recover. The cab driver I was able to find after 30 minutes (because of the lack of Uber and Lyft service at the train station) said so many people are just abandoning their mortgages and leaving the state. Who can blame them? So, the best I could do for the day was take a walk to a park along the Hudson River and read Dr. Joseph Farrell’s book McCarthy, Monmouth, and the Deep State, which, by the way, if it wasn’t true would make an excellent thriller movie about espionage and aliens. Mind-blowing, to say the least—highly recommend. After a couple of hours laying on the grass, I thought I should make my way back. Three young black men were walking up the path. One young man had a container of food, and I asked them where I should go to get something to eat. They made a few recommendations, and one said "I only support small businesses." It was so endearing and made me feel there’s still hope for the youth of America. Not being able to find their recommendations, I made my way back to the hotel and found one local bar open with outdoor seating and people enjoying themselves. At that moment, sitting outside and having a glass of wine in the sun with other people close by, I felt human again. It was a great feeling. After dragging out my time outdoors as long as I could, I made it back to my hotel, ordered food delivery, and was in bed by 10:30. Small-town USA….
The next morning, I got up and figured I would do what I needed to do at the hotel, considering there weren’t many options around the area of the protest. I missed the march from the State Capitol building to the Governor’s Mansion but made it in time for all the speeches. The organizers of the event had described the protest on the billboard as a peaceful protest, and it met every expectation. The group of people at that protest epitomized the word peaceful. It was a beautiful blend of a few hundred people or so of different races, ethnicities, political beliefs, and religious backgrounds, including a Native American beating a drum. They were all there for one cause—and that cause was health freedom. At that moment, I had to take a breath and admire what I was seeing. Tears came to my eyes. After WEEKS of non-stop racial divisiveness in the mainstream media, I saw that people with different affiliations can come together fighting for the same cause. Before the speeches began, music was playing and the song "We’re Not Gonna Take It" from the ’80s head-banging rock band Twisted Sister blasted through the speakers. Instantly, everyone started jumping, dancing, and singing really loudly, "WE’RE NOT GONNA TAKE IT. NO, WE AIN’T GONNA TAKE IT…." It was fun. It was rejuvenating. It was liberating. We had had enough. I truly believe everyone needed the release.
The speakers were a combination of advocates, lawyers, representatives, and spiritual leaders. Mary Holland, Esq. from Children’s Health Defense made a passionate speech that included Catherine’s explanation of the "vaccine" not being medicine but injectables. The ministers who spoke at the protest were the most significant to me. The legal right to have autonomy over our bodies, our minds, and our health is a sovereign right not given to us by government but by our creator. It made me realize that this fight for protection of our bodies is a spiritual fight. We can have all the lawyers and government representatives speak about our rights, but our sovereignty over our bodies is divine. It is a gift given to us by a higher power, and no man has any authority to take it away from us. Aaron Lewis’s speech was the most impactful to me because he made a proclamation against Bill Gates. He said (not a verbatim quote), "I don’t care how many zeros you have in your bank account, I don’t care which politician you have in your pocket, I have the power of God and you will be defeated."
A throat-choking moment.
When all was said and done, after the speeches had ended and it was time to wrap up, strangers became friends. Hugs were everywhere. People felt more than just united—they were ignited. There was a strength given to each of us that day. I can only speak for myself, but I know where I stand in this world. I know who I am and my right to be the person I want to be.
I AIN’T TAKING INJECTABLES LOADED WITH JUNK
I AIN’T DISTANCING MYSELF FROM FAMILY, FRIENDS, OR OTHERS
I AIN’T WEARING A STINKING MASK
I AIN’T BUYING THIS NON-SENSE
I AIN’T GIVING UP MY FREEDOM TO BE A GLOBALIST SLAVE.
Ta Dum, Ta Dum, Ta Dum… (head-banging included).
News Update: The New York State Bar Association voted to delay taking any action on Covid-19 vaccination recommendations until their next meeting in November. Watch the video. [CAF: This video of the NY State Bar and the recommendations under consideration are both fascinating and frightening.]