Last night, I drove in torrential rain toward Granby, CT. It was pitch dark, and I saw an injured fox by the side of the road. I pulled over, got out of the car, and walked toward him. He was dragging himself with an injured leg. He stopped, sort of sank down, and then looked up at me.
For a moment, he sat still by the side of the road, with the woods behind him. He looked defeated, and the rain was splashing on his head. I was so surprised that he would look straight into my eyes. I believed, suddenly, that he would trust me enough to let me help him.
I walked toward him slowly, talked to him a little, and thought I would just pick him up. I could hear voices telling me not to do that, what if he had rabies, etc. But he didn’t have rabies; He had a broken leg.
As I approached, he retreated, and soon I could no longer see him—he was gone in the dark woods.
I called 911, described the situation, and to my surprise they said they would send a car. As I waited, I pushed through the wet forest with a flashlight, calling for him, and praying.
Then I called a close friend in another country, who rescues animals all the time, and she said something very helpful. “Ok, listen. He may heal himself, by licking his leg, and go back to his family, and be ok. Or, he may die, and go to be with God. Darling, sometimes there is nothing you can do.”
I accepted that.
After about 20 minutes, the police car arrived. The officer was very nice, but said:
“We’re not going into the woods to catch an injured fox.”
I nodded. “I understand,” I said.
He also said even if we were able to catch him, there would be nowhere to take him. If he’d been an owl or another endangered species, there would be some options. I thanked him and he drove off.
I was back in the area to get the last of my things out of Doug’s house, which has been sold. This is an overwhelming saga I have been concealing, but it’s almost done. For some reason, houses filled with objects (in this case, 60 years of objects, from two generations) put up a fight to the death, as if they don’t want to let the inhabitants go.
In any case, I was back in Granby for the final pack-up, and the internet had been turned off. I drove to a dark and dank rural tavern that was still open at 10 pm, where they had internet. I was still upset about the fox. But I had to make a dash for the grassroots campaign I’d been invited to participate in.
In a dark corner booth, my boots soaked through, I unpacked my laptop and posted about the grassroots RFK Jr. campaign and my fundraising goal of $1,000. Just as I posted it, my laptop powered down. I paid my bill and drove home.
It’s the first time, as I told you, I’ve ever done anything like this.
No political candidate in my life, in 35 years of this war, ever opposed pharmaceutical-military complex crimes, so who would I ever have supported or campaigned for? I scarcely voted.
I’ve been living in a kind of underworld, since the late 80s, where all of us got sent, a place where dark, shameful medical cartel secrets reverberated, and those who knew about them walked back and forth dragging chains, weirdly ashamed of ourselves, for having believed these people could be exposed. By us?
The shame, also, that they beat into us over so many years, about who we were.
They’re doing the same now, to Robert F. Kennedy Jr.
Same people, or switched out people—same mentality. An American who opposes the pharma-military complex is a danger to “science,” a “nut job,” a “conspiracy theorist,” and ideally can’t be part of society at all, never mind President.
He started some 20 years ago, when those mothers came to his front door with that stack of scientific papers about mercury in childhood vaccines, and autism. He read, dug in, kept reading, kept talking to people, and then stood with the despised—year in, year out, through family repudiations, media hysterics, articles retracted under pressure, relentless mockery, and the rapid rise of the Vaccine Reich all around us.
What he’s been doing, and is doing, doesn’t hinge (to my mind) upon winning the Presidency, which he would, if anything made sense. It’s enough for me that he talks, and keeps talking. And if the press have to listen to him in order to make their little pilgrimages to Hyannisport, so be it. I just want him to keep talking.
With the latest masterpiece—Covid—they tied a “vaccine” to a decimating poverty- and-ruination-for-all program— obliterated freedoms we never thought to worry about, thus making its deadliness the most critical “issue” Americans have ever faced.
I see no other candidate who speaks to it. So I see no other candidate. Nor do I demand or expect him to refract my every position. Rather, for me, as somebody who’s been in the Wars Of Weaponized, Induced Epidemics and Pandemics since 1987/88, Robert F. Kennedy Jr’s campaign is a long prayed for miracle.
I can’t understand how anybody could expect me to be lukewarm about it. The things he knows and talks about so searingly, about the pharmaceutical-military cabal, are either going to be transcended with criminal prosecutions and new laws, or we have no country.
“Our government may be crooked, but our people are kind, brave and caring.”
—RFK Jr.
I believe it is an indication of his truly wild popularity and timeliness that I posted a short request at 10 pm last night, with $600 raised, and today your donations reached this incredible number: $3772.75
That’s the number!
I’ll be thanking each person individually as well, but for now, know that I am stunned, happy and grateful. You more than came through, it was like a cavalry run at the 11th hour.
Thank you so much.
May our disagreements be as civilized as our agreements, and may we slowly heal our wounds now, become people again.
Celia: "May our disagreements be as civilized as our agreements, and may we slowly heal our wounds now, become people again," is so critical to our national discussion. I feel that RFK, Jr, brings much to the conversation that otherwise would not be said or discussed. Whether one votes for RFK, Jr or not, I am so glad to see him standing! That act alone gives courage and hope to many to come together!
have you bothered to research Kennedy?
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