Convince Me I'm Wrong

Dear jab-lovers: Quit calling me names and show up with your A-game.

I guess I live in a bubble, because I sincerely thought by this point in the plandemic even the jab-happiest folks were ready to give up the game. But this past weekend, a friend posted on Facebook about her free Hospital Hostage Hotline, a labor of love she created and maintains to help hospitalized patients avoid unwanted treatment and exercise their right to informed consent. Although most of the comments were supportive, invariably there’s a Fauci fan in every crowd. “I will go with science over your political propaganda, bleach, and that miraculous horse laxative [string of insulting emojis here],” this one quipped cockily. In case you missed the point, my friend was writing about a totally free, lifesaving resource born out of kindness and her willingness to take on a corrupt medical system. She takes calls from terrified patients and their families 24/7 and advocates tirelessly for those who have suffered medical injustice. For this, she received a sarcastic verbal smackdown from a stranger.

So, yeah. There are definitely people out there still buying the BS. 

I’ve tried to engage in respectful dialogue with many of them in the past, but it invariably devolves into something similar to what my friend experienced. A vocal anti-vaxxer, I’ve been shamed, blamed, banned, blocked, mocked, scolded, and told I need professional help. I present facts and graphs; in return, I get bullied or unfriended. I ask sincere questions (“If your vaccine protects you, how am I a threat?”), point out simple, logical truths (“Since we have zero long-term safety data, aren’t we all theorizing?”), and invite open discussion (“How exactly is it ignorant and selfish to ask questions?”). In return, I have been instructed—and this is a direct quote—to “take [my] fingers out of [my] ears and stop the temper tantrum of a little girl who obviously feels that her daddy didn’t love her enough.” Because clearly inviting scientific debate and questioning corruption are two undeniable signs of deep-rooted pathology borne of paternal neglect. 

The mind boggles.

I’m no Steve Kirsch (the entrepreneur and philanthropist who’s offered millions of dollars to anyone who can disprove his claims the jabs are unequivocally dangerous), but I’d welcome a thoughtful, pro bono discussion with anyone who’s still proudly sporting their “I got boosted!” sticker. And because I like playing fair, I’ll even give away my questions in advance:

Why do you trust Pfizer/Fauci/the CDC/FDA/media so implicitly—or at all? Before you answer, it may interest you to know that the four top vaccine makers have paid a collective thirty-five billion dollars in criminal penalties for falsifying science, bribing doctors, and suppressing adverse trial results. Fauci has openly lied to congress and routinely receives royalties (from you, as a taxpayer) for patents he holds on products he pushes. The FDA gets nearly half of its funding from companies it’s supposed to regulate, and the CDC has (falsely) claimed that masks work brilliantly and that no one has died after COVID so-called vaccination. (Tell that to widow Charlotte Wright and her fatherless children, or Ernesto Ramirez who lost his only son to the Pfizer jab.) The media, you may have noticed, is consistently “brought to you by Pfizer,” a wee conflict of interest if ever I’ve met one. And yet, still you have complete, unshakeable faith. Why? How?

Do you believe our government continues to push the COVID-vaccine agenda because they care about us and want us to be healthy and protected? If that’s true, why isn’t chemotherapy free? Or insulin? What about EpiPens? And antibiotics? Why do they allow pesticides to be sprayed on our food and permit grocery stores to stock products (like Skittles and Twinkies and even farm-raised salmon) that are banned around the world? Why don’t our “health agencies” advocate losing weight, exercising, or getting enough Vitamin D, a deficiency of which is linked to cancer, cardiovascular disease, diabetes, depression, and autoimmune disease? Why is it only this single (experimental) product they want so desperately to “help” us with?

Can you name another instance since the beginning of time when people had to be threatened, coerced, or bribed with everything from cash and pizza to beer and bud (yes, there was a Joints for Jabs campaign) to sign up for a safe, effective, life-saving treatment? Can you imagine a firefighter having to pay people to rescue them from their burning homes, or a doctor offering a heart attack patient a free lottery ticket with every permitted pass of a defibrillator? These things are laughable… and yet here we are.

Were you told about the potential side effects of the COVID vaccines?  Every prescription medicine is supposed to be packaged with an origami novella containing ingredients, prescribing info, approved uses, contraindications, and potential adverse reactions. Mysteriously, all of the COVID so-called vaccines came with completely blank inserts. Without that information, how could you and your doctor or pharmacist or the gloved high school drop-out at the drive-through so-called vaccine clinic possibly be sure you were a good candidate for that particular drug?

Why are we even still having this conversation? The undeniable myocarditis and menstrual irregularity links. The masks and PCR tests that don’t work. The horse dewormer that does. The overcounting of COVID deaths, as admitted by Fauci himself. The increased—not decreased—risk of contracting COVID-19 after each so-called vaccination. All of these things have turned out to be true and yet, you called me a conspiracy theorist (and worse) for daring to say them out loud. Every single year, the FDA decides that around 4,500 drugs and devices that they previously declared to be safe are pulled from the market—after who knows how many millions of people have already swallowed, inhaled or implanted them. What will it take for you to admit that maybe, just maybe, the whole COVID fiasco was a scam?

You don’t have to tell me I’m right, but if you can explain why you think I’m wrong, I’m all ears.

Jenna McCarthy is a writer, speaker, podcaster, troublemaker, and the co-author of The War on Ivermectin: The Medicine that Saved Millions and Could Have Ended the Pandemic with Dr. Pierre Kory. Stop by www.jennamccarthy.com and say hello.