Ivermectin and how the Government Almost Killed My Wife

As many of you know, my wife Ayesha almost died due to government-imposed COVID regulations a few years back.  She got the China Virus and went on the ventilator.  I’ve written extensively on the whole situation in my posts titled An Open Thank You Letter On Behalf of Ayesha Kreutz and her Miraculous Defeat of the Chyna Virus and I Respond to Those who Wished My Wife Death.  Let me tell you, they wanted her dead, dead and dead.  Black chicks are not supposed to question liberal orthodoxy.  Instead, they’re supposed to take the government poison, shut up and die – for the “greater good.”  That’s what the party of slavery, segregation and the KKK calls it – the “greater good.”  Too many of the losers in the other party call it that too though. Government sucks.

The day they put my wife on the vent, I was pretty lost.  I thought for sure my wife was going to die.  By that point, everyone knew that the vent was where they put you once they’d concluded you weren’t going to live and they no longer wanted you to be able to push the call button from your hospital bed.  It was also common knowledge that the government was giving hospitals roughly $36,000 for every patient that died on the vent and only $18,000 for every patient that actually lived.  With crazy incentivization of failure like that, you’d think the hospitals were run by the teacher’s union – I mean when was the last time a teacher’s union said, “Hey, kids are learning good, things are super-duper great, and we don’t need no more money this year?”  Never, because the government fears its own success so much that it needs to reward failure just to pretend there's actually an excuse for its own existence. Government still sucks.

In my last call with my wife, she told me she couldn’t take it anymore.  She just couldn’t breathe.  I thought I had spoken with my wife for the last time.  Take note of this – she just couldn’t breathe and had decided to go on the vent.  I discuss more of the intrigue and other methods they used to try and kill her in the open letter linked above.  Moments later, they plunged her into a coma and put her on the modern-day iron lung made with low-cost plastics.  The hospital’s money men rubbed their hands together as they realized they were about to get paid a bonus by the government to extinguish another loud-mouthed black chick.  We don’t all have the same kind of goals in life.

At the time, you couldn’t even go into the hospital, I couldn’t talk with anyone that mattered, and there was no way they’d let me see my wife.  I was stuck outside the hospital that was determined to just kill her off and get paid by a government that couldn’t wait to waste the money it borrowed in our names without even asking us.  Like I said, I was lost and forlorn.  Normally, I’m like a superhero.  I see a problem, I solve it.  It’s what I do.  But I was at a total loss.  I had no control over my life or that of Ayesha’s.  It was terrible.  The feelings of helplessness were the worst.

That’s when our friend Rus Thompson called me.  We’d known him from back in the Tea Party days.  We were Tea Party People in Rochester, and Rus was a staunch Tea Partier from the Buffalo crew.  He told me that in about ten minutes, Ralph Lorigo was going to call me.  He was an attorney who’d just won a lawsuit against the same hospital forcing them to give a COVID patient Ivermectin and zinc – it’s really the zinc that kills COVID.  The Ivermectin is there to enable the body to absorb the zinc before it gets urinated away. 

Anyway, Ralph Lorigo did call, he put me in touch with a doctor to prescribe the Ivermectin and assigned Beth Parlato to our case.  Beth knew my wife from when she ran for Congress in Buffalo – Ayesha worked on her campaign.  The story is on the Open Letter link above.

But there are reasons I’m writing this now.  One, I finally met Ralph Lorigo recently at a Sportsman’s dinner put on by a local state senator and an assemblyman.  For my urbanite fans, a Sportsman is a man or a women who uses a gun to settle territorial disputes with animals - especially the ones God made of tasty meat. Ralph Lorigo was the man being honored that night.  After introducing myself and Ayesha, I asked him how many cases he won in the end.

He and his team, which Beth Parlato was a part of, tried about two hundred cases.  Of those two hundred, they won seventy.  And here are the numbers that are astronomically improbable.  In science, these kinds of numbers are completely unheard of.  I have a degree in Chemistry, almost a degree in Physics and almost a degree in Biology.  Trust me when I tell you, these numbers are mind blowing to the point that if you came up with numbers like this in your lab report, you’d be accused of cheating and manipulating data.

Of the seventy cases where he won the right to treat his clients with Ivermectin, sixty-seven of the people lived after being taken off the ventilator.  When tabulating the data, the three cases that died would be thrown out for extenuating circumstances though.  One was already on the vent for over forty days, one for more than fifty days and one for more than sixty days.  While Ayesha was on the vent, I learned fourteen days was the critical number.  If a person couldn’t get off before fourteen days had passed, they were most likely going to die.  Ayesha was taken off on the fourteenth day – she lived.

So, yeah, in essence, taking out the three outliers, one hundred percent of the vented patients that were given Ivermectin and zinc lived. 

A little less mind blowing is that one hundred percent of the patients in the one hundred and thirty cases that they lost died.  All one hundred and thirty people without the Ivermectin died.  Don’t tell me for one second that hospitals during COVID era weren’t run like public edumacation institutions.  Failure was incentivized while success was disincentivized. 

Like I said, those numbers are so stinking solid and incontrovertible that anyone in the government or the medical industry that still scoffs at Ivermectin should be tried, bound and flogged for being too dumb and incompetent to be breathing the same air as normal people.

But it’s not really that they’re dumb.  It was all about the money.  They needed to push their stupid and dangerous mRNA vaxcine – the patent for which was established five years before they even released the altered SARS virus into which they had added the same spike protein that the vaxcine was developed to teach the body to produce.  They actually developed the vaxcine first and then the disease later – the whole thing was sick and premeditated.  Acknowledging that Ivermectin or HCQ were good treatment options would prevent the FDA from giving the fake vax the emergency-use-only approval.  The only way they could side-step around the long FDA-approval process was if there were no known treatment options.  When it’s not incompetence, it’s greed.  Those who ignored the treatment were incompetent to be sure, but the ones making the money were greedy.  They were willing to kill millions just to get their dangerous vaxcine onto the market.  But that’s another story.  Sad thing is, a lot of those people that wished my wife death for not taking the vax are now dead from an exploding heart, spike-protein-caused blood clots, strokes or turbo cancers that resulted from the vaxcine that they did indeed take.  Like boiling lobsters at the bottom of the pot, they tried to pull my wife into their death pool, but my wife told them to go scrub rocks with a kick to the face.

So, here’s to Ralph Lorigo.  On the evening that I spoke with him at the dinner, he told me that this was the best thing he’d ever done in his life.  I appreciate the man for fighting the power when so few actually had the balls to stand up against the latest medical zeitgeist.  Never take an mRNA vaxcine, unless you want to die.  There is no way in hell on earth that purposely altering God's DNA blueprint isn't some sort of blaspheme.

When it comes to attorneys, Ralph Lorigo is what Rus Thompson was to the patriot movement.  Rus couldn’t make the dinner that night because he was still sick at the time.  However, we did see his wife Jules at the dinner.  Rus later passed away.  Here’s his obituary.  He was an all-American badass, and I mean that in the good Christian way.  He was the kind of guy who’d go to a protest wearing the uniform of a Revolutionary War soldier carrying a Don’t Tread on Me flag - American to the core.  He understood the meaning of God-given freedom and man’s innate need to demand that tyranny piss off and go spend its time oppressing someone who wasn’t saved by Christ.  Before he died, he made his kids promise to draw a shipping stamp on his coffin that read, "Return to Sender." Perfect.

It was my honor to know this great man.  His call to me an hour after my wife was ventilated was the most important call of my life.  I went from the lowest point in life to instantly becoming a man on a mission – he stashed my kryptonite in one of the cement mixers he made and said, “There's a fire on the mountain. Get moving.”  I went from not knowing what to do to knowing exactly what I was going to do.  I am forever in Rus Thompson’s debt.

But the story doesn’t end there.  On the night of his funeral showing, I discovered something about my wife that was so stinking sad, I have to include it.  At the time, Ayesha was telling Rus’ sister, his daughter and his niece about how Rus had saved her life.  In her telling of the story, my wife told them that I was the one who put her on the ventilator.  My wife was convinced that I’m the one who willingly sentenced my own wife to death.  I jokingly say this: no wonder she’s been so grumpy since she got home from the hospital, but there might be some truth to it.  She thought I made the call to kill her off.

Bottomline, I had no say in the matter.  Ayesha was drugged at the time and barely able to breathe because of the gel in her lungs causing pneumonia.  In our last conversation, before the hospital turned her into Black Sleeping Beauty, she told me she couldn’t take it anymore.  She had either decided herself to go on the vent, or more likely, they talked her into it by telling her she was going to die if she didn’t.  That’s pretty much her reasoning anyway.  She told me she was going to die if she didn’t.  I promised to keep her off the drugs that weren’t FDA approved but that they were giving to the other ventilated patients – these drugs were causing ventilated victims’ organs to shut down and therefore quicken the coming of the victim’s death.  That way, they could free up the vent to kill off another sucker and get paid again.  A government-funded revolving door of death.

So, that there is the point.  My wife thought it was me that tried to sentence her to death before getting her the medicine necessary to kill off the China Virus.  I let her do it because she’d been weakened to the point that she could not go on.  Nonetheless, this is how they made her give up.  Instead of treating the disease with a drug, everyone with a brain knew worked, they let people rot away until they could no longer say no to the vent.  Only then, did the hospital get to put them in a coma and forcibly let them slip away into death, at which point the hospital would be paid more than if they actually enabled the patient to live.  The whole thing was sick.

The greed of those behind the evil vaxcine had the government incentivizing hospitals to kill off their patients.  Bottom line, Rus Thompson and Ralph Lorigo “stood athwart history yelling stop.”  I am thankful for both of these men.

Nevertheless, I’m also writing this to set the record straight.  I did not sentence my wife to death.  Instead, I busted my hump to save her and started doing so as soon as Rus had called me.  But also, consider this.  Only a few years earlier, we had moved from liberal Rochester to a conservative county.  Because of that, the court in which we won was more conservative-minded.  At the second hearing, the judge actually laughed at the hospital’s attorneys for claiming that Ivermectin was killing Ayesha, even though their own doctors were documenting her progress and improvement.  This is why most consider a million lawyers at the bottom of the sea to be a good start.  If we still lived in Rochester, we surely would have lost the case, and my wife would have been killed off like the other hundred and thirty people that suffered from judicial tyranny. 

Our country’s a mess when the judges will refuse to allow dying people to take a drug that might work, simply because there were so many dollars flowing through the campaign coffers of these evil governmental officials pushing the vaxcine, which has no business in any human’s veins.  Fortunately, this mRNA vaxcine and all others like it are on the verge of being classified as biological weapons according to the Nuremberg Code in some states and countries.  As well, some states are allowing Ivermectin to be sold over the counter.  People are waking up.

Long live those who have the balls to resist tyranny.  History never bothers to celebrate those who don’t.

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