Apocalypse Now

As published at SubStack, 2/2/22:

[Windhoek, 11/20/21]

On my last day in Cape Town, 10/31/21, I met a Filipino nurse, Eric, who was in South Africa to take a test for a job in Springfield, Missouri. Eric had worked six years in Saudi Arabia, and six in Qatar. Paid well enough to take foreign vacations, Eric had also learnt enough Arabic to communicate with patients, so he seemed comfortable in Arabia, yet nothing beat the allure of the USA!

On 11/3/21, Eric emailed me to say he had failed that test, to which I responded, “It’s a secret blessing. The U.S. is a mess, with serious economic, political and racial problems. If you’re stuck there on a contract, or if borders are closed while you’re there, you’ll regret coming to the USA!”

Though Eric seemed to agree, he emailed me on 1/19/22 to ask which state was better, Kentucky or Louisiana? It turned out Eric had been offered a job in each, with the same failing score!

It’s no mystery why American hospitals are so desperate for nurses. They’ve gotten rid of hundreds of thousands who were already familiar with their working environments, not to mention the culture, all because these nurses refused to be Pfizered into an early grave. Before we go on, isn’t that a gigantic red flag?! Healthcare workers are running in terror from the same substances they just pumped into you or your five-year-old. Though many quit, others had to be shown the door, which raises the ethical question of why they didn’t flinch from injecting toxins in the first place?

To pay for mortgages, cars, vacations and their kids’ college tuitions, it’s OK to knock off a shipload of fools a day, for they ran in voluntarily, no? With huge smiles on their faces, even. They didn’t just ask for it, they begged! Here, you can have ten, twenty, thirty, forty more jabs, to preempt all future variants!

Seventeen-years-old Zachary Mogavero, “Doctor Fauci, give us vaccines! Help all the people who have been quarantined! We’ll wear our masks and we’ll have to stay distant! We’ll wash our hands and we’ll be more resistant! Fauci! Yes? Promise us please! We’ll have a cure that can fight off this disease! Restriction will lift with some ease! Doctor Fauci, please don’t forget about me!”

In Heredia, Costa Rica, a six-year-old boy was taken to a hospital for some respiratory problem. There, he tested positive for Covid, so was “vaccinated” without parental consent, but only after a violent confrontation that led to the arrest of seven people. Justifying this decision, El Patronato Nacional de la Infancia [National Children’s Board] explained that the hospital was legally justified to defend the “health and life” of this boy.

You don’t even need to argue that six-year-olds aren’t in danger of dying from Covid, for that shot gave him no benefit whatsoever, because 1) He already had Covid, albeit from an unreliable test 2) Those who treated him had been “vaccinated,” so shouldn’t fear infection from the boy 3) Since Pfizer, Moderna, AstraZeneca and Janssen shots don’t prevent infection, but only increase one’s chances of being sick or even dead, there’s no reason to inject them into anybody, under any circumstance.

This case sets two alarming precedents 1) Hospitals elsewhere will also inject kids without parental consent, to protect their health and life, supposedly 2) Parents will be leery of taking kids to the hospital, for fear they’ll test positive for Covid and be Pfizered.

Too many parents, though, will happily sacrifice even their infants. News just came Pfizer shots for six-month-old babies will be approved by the end of this month.

With Jewjabs a miracle cure relentlessly pushed by the Jewish media, with only neo-Nazis resisting, supposedly, I want you to reexamine with me the vaccination bit in Apocalypse Now.

Kurtz, “I remember when I was with Special Forces. Seems a thousand centuries ago. We went into a camp to inoculate some children. We’d left the camp after we had inoculated the children for polio. And this old man came running after us, and he was crying. He couldn’t say. We went back there, and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. They they were, in a pile. A pile of little arms. And, I remember, I cried, I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn’t know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget it. And then I realized, like I was shot, like I was shot with a diamond bullet through my forehead. And I thought, My God, the genius of that! The genius. The will to do that. Perfect, genuine, complete, crystalline, pure. And then I realized, they were stronger than we. Because they could stand it. These were not monsters. These were men, strained cadres. These men who fought with their hearts, who have families, who have children, who are filled with love… that they had the strength, the strength to do that. If I had ten divisions of those men, then our troubles here would be over very quickly. You have to have men who are moral, and at the same time, who are able to utilize their primordial instincts to kill without feeling, without passion. Without judgment. Without Judgment. Because it’s judgment  that defeats us.”

First of, this is racial slander of the highest order, for nothing like this was even rumored to have happened.

Let’s break it down. Americans vaccinate Vietnamese to save them, but the Vietnamese reject this by hacking off the arms of Vietnamese children, an unspeakably barbaric act that is nevertheless praised by Kurtz, who wishes Americans were more like this, for if they had this kind of “strength,” this monstrous yet somehow principled savagery, they would win the war. By “judgment,” Kurtz means “moral judgment,” of course, so Americans judge themselves too harshly, feel too much and are not primordial enough to defeat the Vietnamese.

In reality, Americans massacred way more Vietnamese civilians than the Vietnamese Communists, and I’m speaking as one with no Communist sympathies, but facts are facts. I mean, this is the same military that firebombed Japanese cities, dropped the atomic bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, and destroyed Dresden, with their victims overwhelmingly civilians. In recent decades, it has killed hundreds of thousands of Muslim non-combatants, in countries that didn’t threaten the USA at all. If America keeps losing wars, it’s not because Americans are too moral and self-judgmental!

Kurtz’ rhapsody about Vietnamese men chopping off the arms of Vietnamese children as “perfect, genuine, complete, crystalline, pure” is also nonsensical, because how would that help the Viet Cong win the war? The revulsion from it could only deprive them of supporters.

Movie goers, though, are not encouraged to think too hard about anything. What they got from this scene is that Vietnamese are unfathomably barbaric and Americans must be less squeamishly ethical in future wars, most likely for Jewish interests. What’s a given, also, is that good guys vaccinate, while evil monsters oppose vaccination to an insane degree.

So who came up with all this phantasmagoric bullshit? John Milius, who got an Academy Award nomination for best screenplay. Like director Coppola, Milius had no experience of Vietnam, in war or peace. Michael Herr, though, was also involved with this flick as a narrator, so why didn’t the author of Dispatches say something to Milius? Keep in mind, though, that both Milius and Herr were Jews working in an industry dominated by Jews, so who cared how Vietnamese came off? Deliberate racial distortion is a well-honed Hollywood, and Jewish, practice.

For a much more horrific vaccine scene, one needs not watch any movie, but just be (barely) alive today, with toxic jabs required to enter restaurants, bars, shopping centers or another country, with millions still lined up to be boostered, despite all the countless strokes, heart attacks, convulsions, paralyses and other “adverse reactions,” except they aren’t, but thoroughly intended, by the good guys, of course. Though not as graphic, with each victim dying alone, this is Jones Town timed many thousands, for years to come.

In this apocalypse now, you’re not just another sadistic spectator, one who can find “I love the smell of napalm in the morning” witty or even outrageously funny, for you’re the man, the target, the star, in this greatest Jewish film!