Drip, Drip... Flood
You know the one about the three blind men and the elephant? So these blind guys run into an elephant. The first guy touches its tail says it's a snake, the second guy feels its foot says it's a stump. And the third guy strokes its trunk and says 'as an expert, all I can say for sure is that it's not an elephant.'
That sums up the state of affairs in the new normal narrative regarding the current elephant in the room of excess deaths. A lot of blind groping and speculation for public consumption. New names are invented and a litany of causes ascribed. SADS is caused by climate change. By doing sports and not doing sports. By not eating ze bugs. Did we mention climate change?
This headless chicken routine may serve to distract the folks down at the Normieville commissary, but not for much longer. The constant drip of revelations is making the elephant hard to hide.
Like the bombshell undercover footage of a pharma executive bragging about how his company is tweaking the genome of the virus to create new variants in order to sell more jabs. A 'cash cow' he calls it. This was followed a short time later by a spectacular and unhinged reveal in which the executive is shown the undercover footage and asked to comment to camera. His apeshit reaction speaks for itself. Only truth can drive people like that into such panic.
Then youtube removed the videos claiming they go against you-know-WHO guidelines. Wait, what part? The gain of function research or the cash cow part? Or the part where some fool brags about the darkest secrets of the biosecurity complex industry?
Another drip in the bucket was the public admission by another jab manufacturer that their first batch of C19 jabs was made before the pandemic started. Talk about huge crystal balls! How are true believers going to fit that tidbit into the official narrative?
Drip, drip... Look! A balloon! War with China anyone?
The Dispatch is amenable to this figurative pachyderm bursting free of its captivity before the war criminals erase the evidence, which in this case is all of us. Still, having often underestimated the ability of Normieville to ignore uncomfortable truths, no breaths are being held.
When the truth reaches its final stage and becomes accepted as self-evident, the flood begins. In the meantime the resistance prepares for the next phase. Unleash the Karen!
Dispatch out.