+ Guest Pieces by Gerard Van der Leun: The Name in the Stone, Thom Gunn [ 1929–2004 ], and LAST POST: So Long. See You All a Little Further Down the Road
As Always, well written MAA.
I Appreciate the acknowledgement of those lost in war and the silent war a lot of us have come to understand more recently. May your pen burn Bright MAA. ❤
"While not a veteran, Gerard is a victim of the invisible war being waged against the public by philanthropaths, tyrants, and colluders—a war that is now known to have killed 13 million individual human beings to date.
And so, on this Memorial Day 2023, I commemorate Gerard and his fellow victims of democide as well as his uncle and every other soldier who has fallen on the battlefield throughout our blood-drenched history."
WE ARE IN A BLOOD DRENCHED WAR RIGHT NOW. GENOCIDE GOING ON ON THE BATTLEFIELD OF HUMANITY RIGHT NOW. JAB, JAB, JAB ...
Just got finished watching a cute movie "Three Thousand Years of Longing" where Tilda Swinton frees a Djinn (Jeanie) from a bottle but can't figure out what to wish for. I found myself asking myself the very same question.
What would you wish for?
Then, just checking some email before bed (and ensuring a solid dose of blue light to impede my restful sleep), I read this post and immediately answered my own question.
I wish for more time to read the seemingly endless wealth and breadth of material constantly put forth on Substack of which I rarely seem to find the time to immerse in. SS is like open bar for an alcoholic (sorry, I meant individual with alcohol abuse disorder syndrome). It's all you can consume but constrained by time.
Is that too much to wish for?
✊️ lest we forget.
"I turn the other cheek...to adjust my scope...".
At what point does a Poisoned individual who gets a death sentence like this head back to the folks who shot him full of this garbage... and take a pound of flesh?
Earlier this morning I was feeling a bit shall we say ... malicious ... so I called the Covid Hotline ... told them a very healthy friend damaged his heart after a booster involving their Safe vaccine. Is it safe?
Yes it is she says - could have been something else causing that.
It's not safe - the heart attack happened straight after the booster. It's not safe.
She threatened to hang up on me -- before she could do that I screamed down the line -- I hope you or one your family members drops f789ing dead after your next shot of the Safe vaccine.
I am not vaxxed but believe you me -- if I was born a fool and shot up this Rat Juice -- and something bad happened... there would be hell to pay. Who gives a f789 if you already have a death sentence?
Perhaps they might think twice -- or at least warn people that there are potential deadly results from shooting the Rat Juice? As it stands there are zero consequences
At the bare minimum head to the clinic and inform them that they poisoned you and you are dying - and rip them new arseholes. Be sure to be very loud and emotional -- make sure every f789er in there hears about what happened to you.
Good evening Margaret,
Just wanted to let you know I have kept Gerard's beautiful poem 'When my Body Won't Hold me Anymore' which I found when you last wrote about him in shock at finding out about his death suddenly. I was so moved by his words ....what a dear friend you have lost. I am sorry and it is fitting that you post this on Memorial Day.
Kindest regards, xo
All i can write is what my heart is doing at this minute--stammering, while the pool of tears drips drops. Deeply felt.
Tears in my eyes. This is incredibly painful. We who are left behind can only document the massacre.
I just got back from visiting my best friend who just lost her husband to Turbo Cancer. He also was going along fine and dandy, working full time as a casino floorman, until he caught a cold he couldn't shake. After three weeks he could barely stand up so my friend took him to the ER. Cancer everywhere and his lungs were full of clots. He was dead in two weeks. He had the first set of shots and one booster. I think we all need to prepare for losing a lot of people.
"Think where man's glory most begins and ends,
And say my glory was I had such friends." -- W.B. Yeats
My heartfelt sympathy on the loss of your friend, MMA.
Thank you for this tribute.
Your words are inspired!
I think of my father who fought in WWII and helped with the freeing of those left in Flossenburg Prison Camp.
He never spoke much of all the inhumanity of living through that war.
...and I miss my sweet husband who died last June, who spent time in Vietnam.
excruciatingly beautiful tribute sharing life grief memories and passing on that leaves memories to pass on
thank you for the introduction to those who have gone before and will yet go on
my late friend abe and i met oliver sacks at a birthday party for kurt vonnegut (i think it was his 80th) given by his wife jill krementz, who we knew. he asked us what we did. imagine! abe was a broadway props guy and i was a theatrical costume maker. mr sacks gushed at how wonderful that we had such creative artistic careers. i remember we both walked away, breathless and on a cloud. oliver sacks had asked us what we did for a living!!! oliver sacks!!!!!
thank you for this lovely sad memorial which has stirred up my memories of people no longer with us
Jessica Rose’s substack today, discussing the activity of IgG4 post vaxx. The body becomes defense less against cancer. So many of us are witnessing the devastation post vaxx. I wonder how physicians can maintain their silence despite witnessing the same thing? I am sorry for the loss of your friend. RIP.
Thank you for this moving memorial for your friend and mentor. I just loved his sense of humour in his rewrite of GMH's Margaret for you! And ending with GMH's expression of unfathomable grief and Gerard's "When my Body Won't Hold me Anymore" is too beautiful for words. The excess death figures which Rancourt has so thoroughly worked, and which are evidence enough of global mentacide, will not include the millions whose more gradual deaths will be put down to "cancer" or "heart disease" and whatever else, as this atrocity is desperately covered up. But we know. More and more of us know. And we have long memories. Lest We Forget.
Heartache and heartbreak; the price we pay
for being beings who love
Poetry and music; gifts we receive for the same
Somewhere it's all okay, and sorted
Somewhere love is untouched by tragedy and sorrow
In the here and now, good humans
the heartache and
feel through the pain
honoring life in the process
and creating more gifts in the end
Very sorry for this loss, very grateful for you, MAA.