Hit Me with Your Best Shot

You can lead a sheep to enlightenment, but you can’t make him think.

I’m not a doctor or a scientist or a lawyer. I don’t play any of these roles on TV. Prior to COVID, I was a self-described “sit down comedian,” prone to penning playful books and lighthearted rom-com scripts and the occasional snarky blog post. Sometimes I’d stand up long enough to deliver a TED talk or two, even though I never considered myself an expert on much more than the proper way to load the dishwasher (back to front; what is wrong with you people who pack that thing willy-nilly anyway?) and which way the toilet paper should come off the roll (always and forever, over; this is not up for debate or even discussion).

And then suddenly—and by suddenly, I mean after three years of nonstop research and truth-seeking and soap-box solo performances—I was a de facto internist/legal analyst/pharmaceutical import authority; my circle’s go-to guru when someone wanted to score some ivermectin directly from India, a friend-of-a-friend was hospitalized and being threatened with intubation and run-death-is-near remdesivir, or an acquaintance’s kid needed a religious exemption to not get kicked off the volleyball team.

Without exception, the most frequent request I get is an impassioned plea for “the single, very best, most convincing, irrefutable article or study I’ve seen” that people can share with the sleepy sheep in their lives. Something that will powerfully and succinctly summarize government corruption, Pharma’s criminal history, media collusion, the harmful mechanisms of mRNA technology, the insidious and undeniable destruction of our medical system, the sinister globalist agenda, and Bill Gates’ and Big Tech’s role in it all. You know, just the Golden Goose of sanity and reason riding in on the scientific Ark of the Covenant. No big deal.

Oh, and obviously it has to be published in a prestigious journal or mainstream news outlet and it can’t be political, patronizing, or offensive in any way. Thanks in advance!

The impetuses for these requests vary from desperation to self-defense; an ex is threatening to vaccinate said friend’s perfectly healthy and not-at-any-risk children; an already ailing relative is gearing up for the next COVID booster; some jerk is dropping nasty, pro-pharma memes on a pal’s Facebook page; a triple-jabbed co-worker fighting turbo cancer refuses to see the obvious-to-everyone-else connection.

The problem is, these appeals are akin to asking a mason to point out the single, very best and most important brick in the wall, the one that could do the job of all of the other bricks combined. It’s an impossible ask because there’s no cinderblock quarterback or CEO. They aren’t all merely important; each individual brick plays a crucial role in supporting and reinforcing the others. Start taking bricks away, and pretty soon it’s not a wall at all.  

I recommended Robert Kennedy Jr.’s powerful and painstakingly referenced bombshell of a book The Real Anthony Fauci to one friend whose husband thinks she is a card-carrying lunatic for being violently opposed to COVID vaccination and for stockpiling ivermectin. “Oh, he doesn’t read books,” she replied. How about the Joe Rogan podcast with Dr. Robert Malone, or the one with Bret Weinstein and Dr. Pierre Kory? “He thinks Joe Rogan is a meathead.” Never mind that Rogan is merely the moderator, or that his guests are unequivocal experts on the subjects in question.

You can lead a sheep to enlightenment, but you can’t make him think.

Each paver in this metaphorical brick wall represents another element in the elaborate house of lies that’s been under construction for the past three years. The pandemic’s very origins. The lockdowns that did nothing to slow the spread and caused unmitigated harm. The masks that never worked. The PCR tests that were faulty at best. The inflated case, hospitalization, and death counts. The unconstitutional mandates. The absurdity of COVID safety protocols. The “safe and effective” vaccines that proved—shocker—to be neither. The silencing of scientific debate. The invalidation of proven alternative treatments. The sweeping dismissal of vaccine injury and death. The complete capture of the media. The exploding global excess death counts. If one wanted to knock some sense into a fuzzy, slumbering farm animal, which of these bricks would you crack that clueless ewe over the head with?

The simple answer is, it would probably take the whole stack—or at least a solid chunk of it. The folks who’ve bought into the BS all along and are digging their heels ever deeper into that steaming pile of dung are clearly suffering from Stockholm Syndrome, a survival strategy that allows victims to not only forgive their abusers but to actually take their side. Then they come out swinging at folks like me (and likely, you) for being selfish, granny-killing, science-denying, right-wing conspiracy theorists (AKA right about all of it), because the alternative—admitting they’ve been played—is emotionally and mentally excruciating. So, they double down and keep trotting back to the Pharma trough, and then their friends reach out to me when they get diagnosed with tinnitus or shingles or far, far worse.

Lather, rinse, repeat.

While there’s no solo, universally effective, super-secret magical alarm clock that will instantly rouse the resisters, I do keep a few wake-up weapons in my arsenal. Any of filmmaker Mikki Willis’ Plandemic movies are sure to light the candle of questioning; the work of Dr. Naomi Wolf, Dr. Peter McCullough, Steve Kirsch, and Ed Dowd will fan it. At the risk of being called a grifter, The War on Ivermectin, which I wrote with Dr. Pierre Kory, does a pretty solid job of detailing the entire nefarious plot behind the clown show we’ve all been unwitting extras in. And if you’ve got a decent sense of humor, this adorable mom explaining to her kids why they’re farmers might be my favorite in-your-face summation of the last few years’ unimaginable insanity.

If you’ve got any especially enlightening links you love to share, please drop them in the comments.