Some of you may not know me, it has been quite some time since I've posted anything here. My name is Rick Robinson and I own and run a little podcast network known as KLRNRadio.com.
I am about to share with you the story of a heartbroken mother who had the worst experience imaginable, a living nightmare for any parent. And she suffered it alone, all while feeling unheard because of how our federal government handled the COVID 19 pandemic. I have more to say after but I want you to hear her words first:
"I lost my son Jesse because of Operation Warp Speed, which President Trump still claims was his greatest achievement and that he still demands credit for to this day.
I knew OWS was flawed from the minute it was announced; I just didn't put it together that it was the reason they had to discredit IVM and HCQ + Zinc and a ZPac to be able to get OWS pushed through as an EUA vaccine.
When it came out, I wasn't going to get it, but I wouldn't tell anyone else not to. I even told my son Jesse that since he was high risk because he was overweight, he might want to think about getting it. It was just hard to figure out which one would be best, and I was doing my research. Jesse was 26 and decided against it himself.
He took all the precautions the government said while I was taking D3, Zinc, and other natural immune boosters. I was trying to get him to as well.
In August of 2021, we all got Covid. We got the delta variant, which was said to be really deadly. We don't know who got it first, but we all lost our taste and smell at the same time.
I know for a fact had we been given an early treatment, such as ivermectin, when we tested positive, my son would still be alive because the EUA vaccine was unavailable to us. They just told us to stay in our house, take OTC, and check our O2 levels. We were struggling through, but one night, Jesse started running a higher temp. I gave him some Tylenol cold medicine, and he went to sleep. He woke up coughing worse than usual, so I checked his O2 levels. It was 40. It was not supposed to go below 80. I called 911, and they took him.
The hospital wouldn't allow me to go be with him even though I had recovered. They put him on an HPAP, and that seemed to help him at first, and they started him on antibiotics. Then they started him on remdesivir.
During that time, my husband had gotten an antibiotic, a steroid, and a monoclonal antibody infusion, but the doctors didn't lower his dosage of warfarin, which he will be on for life.
In the coming days, it was apparent the HPAP wasn't working well, so they told us they would have to intubate Jesse. We got a phone call, and we were able to pray with him and tell him we loved him. He told us he missed us and loved us, and that was the last time we got to speak to him.
During the coming days after that, we were getting hopeful news from the doctors that they were able to turn down his oxygen from 100% to 70%, then 60%, and then down to 40%, so the treatment was working.
During all of this, my husband collapsed on the floor in the bathroom and was vomiting blood. I called 911, and he was rushed to the hospital. He was bleeding internally, and they suspected it was a bleeding ulcer, but his INR levels were really high, which meant his blood was dangerously thin. They kept him in the hospital to get his INR levels to normal.
By now I'm simply overwhelmed, unfortunately I got a call from Jesse's doctor that he spiked a fever and had a staph infection in his blood. They had to stop his Remdesivir and, give him strong dosages of antibiotics, and try to get his fever down.
My heart sank. That was Saturday night. Early Monday morning, I got the call from Jesse's doctor to come and see him because he was in bad shape. When I got there, they made me wait in a room while they flipped him over. They came and got me and told me he coded. They brought me to the nurses' station and made me watch as they were trying to bring him back. I couldn't be there while he was alive and awake, but I could watch my son die. The doctor finally came out and said that his pulse would not come back. I told them to stop. My son was gone.
Then, I had to go get my husband when he was being released from the hospital and tell him his son was gone. It was the hardest thing I ever had to do.
Because our government decided to let people die to get a dangerous vaccine, I lost my son. It was never about saving lives for President Trump; it was about his ego and reelection. For Fauci, it was about money. For our government, it was about power and control.
Operation Warp Speed was evil.
I am Tamara Wells, and this is my story."
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Mrs. Wells, first and foremost it is my honor to share your story and your pain, so thank you. Dear reader, I have been banging this drum for years.
The American public deserves the truth. Dr Fauci openly lied to us! All of us! The very basis he used to lock down the country was a lie! He admitted behind close doors just a few short weeks ago the following things:
These revelations alone turn the entire argument they used to quarantine us on its head. So I have to ask, when did Trump know he was getting played? It took us nearly FOUR years to learn what a lot of us suspected, me included. I say emphatically that he had to know, because if not, the day the stories broke about the closed-door sessions he would have been on Truth Social rattling the windows.
Trump owes America answers. If the roles were reversed and Biden had spearheaded Operation Warp Speed, once the revelations we just discussed went public, right-leaning outlets would be asking: 'What did Biden know and when did he know it?'
This isn't about who you vote for, it's about truth. We deserve to know why some very questionable decisions were made. The truth is that there were cheap and effective medications available that fight coronaviruses effectively. Like it or not the Leprechaun of the Potomac knew that! Hell, he started using them off label to fight SARS COV2!
How many people died just to push needless, expensive treatments, and vaccines onto the world? Trump promised us he was getting in their way because they were coming after us and he was going to stop them. Then they came for us, and not only didn't he stop them, he helped them do it.
Did President Trump get played? Quite possibly! They even convinced him to sign the legislation that helped them influence the 2020 election. That is why even though lots of weird things happened, things I hadn't seen in my 16 years of talking politics, he can't say they stole it when he handed them the keys to the kingdom with the stroke of a pen.
To many Americans, Trump broke his word and became the very thing he swore to destroy. So the next time you see someone telling you they refuse to vote for Trump, don't attack them, but ask why. I promise this mom isn't alone. I also promise I will use whatever platform I have to fight to hold everyone accountable. Especially those who say they are on our side.
The following is a transcript of a Thanksgiving message broadcast on klrnradio.com on November 22 2023. You can find them on Xitter at @KLRNRadio.
“True Thanksgiving;” – a tale that unveils the essence of gratitude, woven into the fabric of our nation’s history.
It was the fall of 1621, in a land where the Pilgrims had settled, seeking freedom and a new beginning. After a harsh winter that claimed many lives, the survivors stood resilient, embracing the promise of a bountiful harvest. As the air turned crisp, and the leaves adorned the landscape in hues of amber and gold, the Pilgrims gathered for a feast – a feast that would become the cornerstone of what we now celebrate as Thanksgiving.
But this wasn't just a feast; it was a fellowship of cultures, a testament to the power of unity in diversity. The Wampanoag, the Native American people who had inhabited the region for generations, joined hands with the Pilgrims. Together, they broke bread, shared stories, and expressed gratitude for the abundance bestowed upon them.
Amid plenty, humility reigned. The Pilgrims, facing hardships not long ago, understood the fragility of life. They knew that the fruits of their labor were not just a result of their own toil but a gift from the land and the hands that tilled it.
The True Thanksgiving wasn't just about a lavish spread; it was about breaking bread with newfound friends and acknowledging the interconnectedness of humanity. It was about gratitude, not just for the harvest but for the opportunity to forge bonds across differences.
So, on this day of Thanksgiving, a day set aside to express gratitude for our blessings, let us pause and reflect on the true meaning of this holiday.
Thanksgiving is not just about turkey and stuffing, football games, and parades. It is not just about a day off from work or school. It is not just about shopping sales and Black Friday madness.
Thanksgiving is about much more than that. It is about taking the time to appreciate the good things in our lives, no matter how big or small. It is about expressing gratitude for our family and friends, our health, and our homes. It is about recognizing the blessings that we often take for granted.
In this time of year when we are bombarded with messages of consumerism and materialism, it is easy to lose sight of what is truly important. We become caught up in the hustle and bustle of everyday life, and we forget to take the time to stop and smell the roses.
But Thanksgiving is a reminder that we should not take our blessings for granted. We should not take our family and friends for granted. We should not take our health and our homes for granted. We should not take our freedom and our opportunities for granted.
On this Thanksgiving Day, let us take the time to express our gratitude for all the blessings in our lives. Let us tell our family and friends how much we love and appreciate them. Let us give thanks for our health and our homes. Let us be grateful for the freedom and opportunities that we have.
And most importantly, let us remember the true meaning of Thanksgiving.
Let us be thankful for the simple things in life.
Let us be thankful for the people who make us laugh and love us.
Let us be thankful for the opportunities that we have been given.
So, as we sit around our tables this Thanksgiving or in front of the television, let us not forget the roots of this celebration. Let us remember the Pilgrims and the Wampanoag, coming together in gratitude. Let us embody True Thanksgiving – a day to appreciate the abundance of our lives and the variety that enriches our nation.
There have always been a lot of ‘ketchup on hot dogs’ and ‘pineapple on pizza’ type arguments on social media over whether or not “Die Hard” is a Christmas movie. It clearly is, and by any measure. Hear me out.
All the old arguments in agreement with the idea that “Die Hard” is a Christmas movie tend to lean on things such as the only reason for McClane being in L.A. was because he wanted to visit his family at Christmas. And if you’ve ever been apart from people you love for a while (and especially if their boss offers to pay your way for a visit), you know that you would take the leave and head out west to spend that special time with your estranged wife and kids. And of course the reason for the Nakatomi Plaza attack happening that night was because somehow an entire office building in Los Angeles had been emptied of all people apart from a couple of gomers at the front desk and Joseph Takagi, CEO of Nakatomi Corp running a Christmas party for his entire staff on the 30th floor of the building. So far, so good.
McClane arrives in L.A. and is picked up by Argyle, the limo driver Takagi hired to drive him to Nakatomi Plaza. Argyle starts asking him questions about his situation. This sad tale of love lost (or on hiatus) sets up the classic Christmas tale of redemption and the power of love. Why, if it weren’t for all the murder-death-kills and explosions and whatnot, this one might have *been* a Hallmark Christmas movie. Thank goodness for firepower and bad guys.
On the way, Argyle insists that Christmas music can be ‘80s rap, which was an odd phenomenon even then. ‘80s rap, I mean. Not Christmas music. Why would he be jamming Christmas rhymes in July, after all? Obviously a Christmas soundtrack.
Now, let’s address the elephant in the room (next to the Christmas tree): Are there any other movies that could only have happened at Christmastime? The Miracle on 34th Street could have happened in July. Santa would have been uncomfortable in the suit and beard, but that’s a minor modification. Just set it on a Florida beach and have him wear a Speedo. How about It’s a Wonderful Life? Could that not have happened in Baton Rouge (or Tallahatchie - h/t Bobbie Gentry) in August? Movies about Christmas aren’t really about Christmas in the main; it’s just a sentimental time of year for many / most of us, and they use that as a hook. Which is fair enough. They are about salvation and redemption and romance. Hallmark dialed this in long ago. I’ve never seen a Hallmark Christmas movie, but I’m pretty sure I know how they go. Otherwise I might watch them to find out.
The thing about “Die Hard” that makes it a Christmas movie beyond debate is that redemption theme. Alright, it isn’t exactly a George Bailey or Ebeneezer Scrooge salvation tale, but Holly changed her last name back to McClane, so we know it had a happy ending after that last limo ride. And Christmas movies always have happy endings.
Holly and John were a Hallmark Christmas movie plot line. The kids missed their daddy, and mom and dad couldn’t work it out. And then a Christmas miracle happened and they got back together. All it took was putting a little seasonal ketchup on the fire hose of a hot dog. And a bunch of dead bad guys. How could that not be a joyous thing?
Sergeant Al Powell got his salvation in the form of a return to being a real cop. Early in his career, he had panicked and killed a teenager, so he found a way to stay off the streets and eat Twinkies. A desk job. I’ll admit his version of salvation here is a bit grim, but the guy he shot was an murderous asshole, so it counts.
But the overarching, most important thing about a Christmas movie is tradition. When a person thinks of “A Christmas Story” or “Home Alone” or “White Christmas,” they know what season they are thinking about and dwelling on. Can the same not be said of “Die Hard?” If you watch the movie, do you ever watch it outside of December?
Here’s an actual quote from Hans Gruber: “It’s Christmas, Theo. It’s the time of miracles! So be of good cheer and call me when you hit the last lock.” See? Seasonal.
First, one of my favorite things about this movie is that Alan Rickman had no idea that he was going to get that Christmas surprise as his character exited stage south. He looked awfully startled falling out that window because he was (startled, not actually falling out that 30th floor window).
One other thing I noted (I think for the first time) last night: Every time McClane has a firearm in his hand, he has his finger inside the trigger guard. At one point he has to switch hands with a pistol. He takes the finger off the trigger and clearly makes sure to insert the other one during the switch. It could be argued that the building was lousy with bad guys, but he’s a cop. Just saying. Hey, at least he got the girl (again).
P.S. Ketchup does not belong on hot dogs (or anything else) and pineapple does belong on pizza as long as there are chilis too.
Merry Christmas to y’all, and to y’all a good night.
Ho ho ho.
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