Miles Cheong Retweeted Alice Smith:
"When the next big war starts and the military finds itself low on canon fodder, suddenly working-class white males and patriotism will become all popular again.
But until then, your country does not need you, want you, or even like you."
Italian Medical Associations Do a U-Turn on the Vax
talian Medical Associations Do a U-Turn on the Vax > July 30, 2022 Until recently Italian medical associations had been in the forefront of the push for mandatory “vaccination”, requiring physicians and medical workers to get the jab. However, they have now reversed themselves: vaccine-hesitant doctors and nurses are being invited to return to work, regardless of their vax status. [video at link]
https://gatesofvienna.net/2022/07/italian-medical-associations-do-a-u-turn-on-the-vax/
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Ukraine Song (apologies to Country Joe)
Well, Come on, all ‘a you xims and xers,
Joe and Soros need your help this year;
Their puppet state is headed for pain
Over the pond in ol’ Ukraine,
So put-down your masks and pick-up a gun,
We’re gonna have a whole lotta fun.
And it’s Let’s, Go, Biden,
Who are we fightin’ for?
Don’t ask me, it’s all insane,
Next stop’s deep-state Ukraine;
And see Ts, Qs, Is,
Hang out at the gates to hell;
Well there ain’t no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we’re all gonna die.
Come on Congress, don’t deny us,
Man, this war is über righteous;
Profits, kickbacks; money! we need,
We’ve got a war machine to feed!
Just pray: should Ivan launch a nuke,
It only strikes the hapless Ukes.
And it’s L, G, B,
Who are we fightin’ for?
Don’t ask me, it’s all insane,
Next stop’s deep-state Ukraine;
And see Ts, Qs, Is,
Sexy up the gates to hell;
Well there ain’t no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we’re all gonna die.
We’ll Crank this war up, (mid-terms near),
Rally ‘round us, heed your fear,
Horrific arms your money will buy,
Fatten our wallets, redden the sky.
Come fall’s harvest, there’s no choice
The only vote will be for us!
And it’s L, G, B,
Who are we fightin’ for?
Don’t ask me, it’s all insane,
Next stop’s deep state Ukraine;
And see Ts, Qs, Is,
Peering past the gates to hell;
Well there ain’t no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we’re all gonna die.
Well, Arm-chair generals, man your ‘boards,
We’re right, they’re wrong; give the kids your swords;
Send ‘em on out to kill those Bears,
Spin the story: no facts, who cares!
Our propaganda wins the prize
When we douse the light from Ivan’s eyes.
And it’s L, G, B,
Who are we fightin’ for?
Don’t ask me, it’s all insane,
Next stop’s deep state Ukraine;
And see Ts, Qs, Is,
Break on through the gates to hell;
Well there ain’t no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we’re all gonna die.
Birthing folx, don’t shrink away;
Milly’s troops learn-to play and slay.
Come on all, from Hawaii to Maine,
Pack your kids off to ‘ol Ukraine,
And you can be the first to virtue brag
That your kid came home in a bag!
And it’s L, G, B,
Who are we fightin’ for?
Don’t ask me, it’s all insane,
Next stop’s deep state Ukraine;
And see Ts, Qs, Is,
Argue why they live in hell;
Well there ain’t no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we’re all gonna die.