Warning: contains coarse language and raw emotion.
Listen up, because the clock’s ticking on this festering wound, and if we don’t rip the scab off now, it’ll rot us all from the inside out. It’s October 9, 2025 – four goddamn years since the so-called “pandemic” response turned into a global execution squad, and the bodies are still piling up like cordwood in a slaughterhouse. Excess deaths aren’t some abstract statistic – they’re your neighbour’s heart attack at 42, your cousin’s turbo-cancer at 35, your mate’s sudden stroke that the quacks blame on “long Covid” while they shove another experimental spike-protein poison up your arm. We’re talking millions worldwide, with spikes that scream “jab fallout” louder than a banshee in a blender. In 2022 alone, after the rollout hit warp speed, preliminary data clocked 808,392 excess deaths across Western countries, an 8.8% P-score that no amount of finger-wagging at “lockdowns” or “the virus” can explain away. Fast-forward to 2023-2025, and the slaughter continues: nearly 1.3 million excess in the US from March 2020 to December 2022, with post-Omicron surges in cases and deaths mirroring booster barrages, not some phantom flu. Globally, COVID deaths paradoxically ballooned with vaccination coverage – from 43.3% hikes in Africa to a grotesque 1,275% in the Western Pacific – proving this wasn’t salvation; it was sabotage. Here in New Zealand, the Royal Commission’s own 2024 main report and Our World in Data’s 2024 tallies confirm it: mortality numbers still jacked higher than expected, a country still counting the cost while families get footnotes instead of fucking answers. These aren’t “coincidences.” They’re corpses, courtesy of a gene-jabbing Frankenstein experiment rammed down our throats by soulless pricks in white coats and suits. Governments have spewed volumes of “lessons learned” bullshit, but the first real lesson? Public health can’t be a political brand – it’s a machine that shields itself before it shields a single soul, and when policies are built for optics over evidence, it chews up lives like chum.
And don’t you dare call this shit a “vaccine.” Those so-called “vaccines” – polio, smallpox – were introduced after the decline of the affliction had already begun, and if anyone with a brain examines it carefully, no vaccine is necessary if we fortify our immune systems and stop poisoning the air, land, and water with toxic crap that the same bastards then use to sell you the “remedy.” This? This mRNA monstrosity from Pfizer was a lab-rat roulette wheel from day one, and their own goddamn documents scream it – hidden trial data that proves beyond a shadow of a doubt they had foreknowledge of the carnage that would play out, validating every damning claim we’ve levelled against this poison from the jump. In their Phase 2/3 trials, the Pfizer jab cranked serious adverse events 36% higher than placebo – 67.5 per 10,000 jabbed versus 50.6 unjabbed – flashing red flags for myocarditis, blood clots, and neurological nightmares that should’ve slammed the brakes before a single syringe left the factory, with internal memos showing they tracked these signals as early as the summer of 2020 but buried them under layers of spin to hit Warp Speed deadlines. Post-rollout, their cumulative analysis of adverse events through February 2021 – the infamous 5.3.6 report, clawed out via FOIA after the FDA tried to hide it for 75 fucking years – tallied thousands of reports: strokes, heart failures, miscarriages, and deaths they buried under euphemisms like “events of special interest,” with a total of 42,086 cases in just three months, including early signals of myocarditis and clotting that the CDC’s ACIP update in June 2021 and the EMA’s 2021 signal assessments couldn’t ignore but still steamrolled ahead on, plus 1,223 deaths logged by February 28, 2021 alone, many tied to vascular collapse and immune freakouts they knew from trial subsets would hit young males hardest. The FDA’s VRBPAC briefing in December 2020 rubber-stamped it as “safe and effective,” but buried the fact that the placebo group got unblinded pronto, torching any shot at long-term control data, while Pfizer’s own post-auth workflow docs admitted incomplete reporting but pushed ahead anyway, foreseeing the myocarditis spikes (highest in males 12-24 post-second dose) and neurological horrors they downplayed as “rare” even as trial outliers screamed otherwise. This hidden trove – integrated safety analyses from U.S. and foreign sources, complete with workflow gaps they knew would mask the full body count – proves premeditated blindness: they saw the red lines in trial arms showing 11% grade 3+ reactions versus 2% placebo, the anaphylaxis clusters, the fertility dips in animal models extrapolated to humans, and chose market trillions over mercy, scripting the exact script of heart-wrenching headlines we’d see unfold. Pfizer knew. They fucking knew their spike-protein spike was shredding hearts, clotting veins, and frying nerves – yet they lied through their teeth, peddling “safe and effective” like a snake-oil salesman at a funeral. You’d have to be an evil, jab-happy psychopath to greenlight this poison for the masses. Hell, their internal protocol docs from October 2020 outline monitoring for these exact horrors, but Operation Warp Speed turned a blind eye, fast-tracking a toxin that never should’ve escaped the biohazard bin. This wasn’t malice, it was dangerous complacency – knowledge of risk slammed into a decision to proceed anyway, a pharmaceutical-regulator loop that prioritized rollout speed and market confidence over basic human caution.
Enter Naomi Wolf and her army of 2,000 volunteer warriors at DailyClout, who clawed through 450,000+ pages of Pfizer’s FOIA-released docs – the ones the FDA tried to bury for 75 years like a pedo’s diary. What have they unearthed? A slaughterhouse of evidence: 1,223 deaths and 42,086 adverse events in the first three months alone, including 1,400+ nervous system disorders, 1,200+ cardiac catastrophes, and a spike in miscarriages that hit 44% in pregnant women tracked post-jab. Wolf’s team dissected it raw: Pfizer’s own data showed the jab tanking fertility, igniting cancers, and dropping fertility signals like dominoes – yet regulators rubber-stamped it, and Big Tech censored the whistleblowers who dared scream “fraud.” This isn’t conspiracy; it’s courtroom gold, an undeniable ledger of premeditated mass harm. The censorship? A digital Iron Curtain: Twitter, Facebook, and YouTube’s moron mods – those keyboard cowards with blue-check egos – deplatformed docs, nurses, and grieving families for “misinformation,” while amplifying the liars. Meta’s 2022 Transparency Report brags about nuking thousands of accounts and posts for “COVID misinformation,” and YouTube’s 2023 Medical Misinformation Policy doubled down, scrubbing anything that contradicted the official script under categories like “prevention” and “denial” to protect their ad revenue rivers of gold. Those social media sewer rats, piling on critics with their virtue-signalling shitposts, own a slice of every jabbed-up corpse. They didn’t just enable murder; they cheered it on, high-fiving over hashtags while grandma flatlined from myocarditis. Even the “independent” networks jumped on the bandwagon, adopting the same moderation codes to keep the cash flowing. The outcome? A feedback loop where dissent equalled disinformation by fiat, a cultural reflex that still poisons our media cesspool today – editors and broadcasters policing debate instead of reopening it, refusing airtime to qualified dissenters or re-analyses of the data they once buried.
No government walks away clean – least of all the spineless suits who mandated this meat grinder. Here in New Zealand, the Labour-led coalition under Jacinda Ardern and her simpering sidekick Ashley Bloomfield peddled the poison with cult-leader zeal, locking us down like lab rats while funnelling us into jab lines under threat of job loss and social exile via the COVID-19 Public Health Response (Vaccinations) Order 2021, which rammed mandates down the throats of tens of thousands in high-risk roles. Their “team of 5 million” fairy tale? A coercive con that ignored the FOIA bombshell from the CDC: under relentless requests, they admitted zilch on SARS-CoV-2 isolation – no purified samples, no independent verification, just recycled WHO whispers like a game of telephone with lives on the line. No virus? No pandemic justification. Just a phantom to justify the fear porn and the fast-tracked fatalities. When the High Court finally grew a spine in Yardley v Minister for Workplace Relations and Safety [2022], it set aside the Police and Defence mandates as a blatant breach of fundamental rights – the right to refuse medical treatment and manifest religious belief – but the damage was done, and the erosion of choice was etched in stone. The National-led coalition that slimed in after? Same pattern, defending the apparatus over the citizens, upholding those extraordinary powers as precedent while the bureaucracy, public-health hierarchy, and contracted experts who shaped this shitshow remain unexamined. Chris Hipkins, who took the wheel as PM and kept the mandates humming; Grant Robertson, the finance hack who funnelled billions into procurement contracts with liability clauses and uptake bonuses that reeked of kickbacks; the whole lot of them, from Bloomfield’s briefing-room bullshit artists to the opposition yes-men in National and ACT who rubber-stamped the fraud without a peep. Their “bipartisan blind spot”? A joke – both coalitions now bleat about “moving on,” proving the machinery runs deeper than party colour. New Zealand authorities? Knowingly complicit from the get-go – Medsafe greenlit the jab on the same tainted trial data Pfizer hid, ignoring the foreknowledge signals in the 5.3.6 report and Phase 3 outliers while Bloomfield’s alerts buried domestic adverse event spikes under “rare and mild” bollocks, all to keep the uptake machine humming for globalist overlords. Until those structures get dragged into the sunlight, changing the party in power changes jack shit.
US congressional hearings hammered it home: the House Oversight Committee’s 2024 After Action Review exposed rampant fraud, waste, and abuse in the COVID response, with Pfizer’s lies front and centre – off-label jabs, hidden trials, and billions in kickbacks while deaths mounted. Senate blowouts in 2025 let vaccine-injured voices roar: doctors torching mRNA as a “lie” that shredded immune systems, with RFK Jr. grilling fraudsters on mandates that maimed millions. Over in the European Parliament, inquiries ripped the veil: Kansas sued Pfizer for misleading on efficacy, MEPs decried “long Covid” as a dodge for jab injuries, and whistleblowers like David Martin eviscerated the gain-of-function farce that birthed this beast. Yet? Not one cuff clicked, not one CEO in chains. It’s a global gag order on justice.
Kiwis, we’re drowning in this dung heap too. Winston Peters’ “Phase Two” COVID Royal Commission? A limp-dick nothing-burger, lip service from a coalition clown show that Luxon swallowed hook, line, and sinker. Peters yapped about “lessons learned” during the campaign, invoking his “agree to disagree” clause like a weasel dodging the trap – now it’s a smokescreen farce, with the 2025 Terms of Reference confining itself to whether decisions were “reasonable” given the info at the time, keeping real accountability permanently off the table while reopening old wounds without a scalpel in sight. The original inquiry’s main report? Toothless tripe that tiptoed around the mandates’ meat grinder, blaming “extraordinary circumstances” while families bury jabbed loved ones. And the enablers? Michael Baker, Shaun Hendy, Siouxsie Wiles – those state-scripted sock puppets – pumped fear porn and “flatten the curve” bollocks that justified the jab jihad. Baker’s endless alerts, Hendy’s dodgy models, Wiles’ Twitter tantrums silencing sceptics: they weren’t scientists; they were propagandists, earning PM’s Science Prizes while real docs got de-registered for truth-telling. Add to the rogue’s gallery: David Skegg, the advisory egghead with pharma ties whispering in Bloomfield’s ear; Helen Clark, the ex-PM puppet-master pulling strings from the UN; the Medical Council cabal of cowards, yanking licenses from dissenters while “long Covid” became their laughable lie for vaccine vasculitis and vax-induced VITT; and the whole phalanx of contracted experts who shaped the response, their financial relationships with Big Pharma buried deeper than Jimmy Hoffa. These parasites, plus the influencer hacks and party apparatchiks who herded sheep to the polls last election – redirecting rage into a National-ACT-NZ First whitewash we warned was coming – deserve the cells, not the sympathy.
We called it: vilified as “conspiracists” for predicting the status quo stitch-up, yet here we are, vindicated again while they backpedal and bleat “move on.” Fuck that. No one’s “moving on” until every complicit cunt – Ardern’s coalition cronies, the opposition yes-men who rubber-stamped the fraud, Bloomfield’s briefing-room bullshit artists – is dragged in irons. Arrest them. Charge them with manslaughter at minimum, crimes against humanity at max. Strip their assets, seize the yachts and Swiss accounts fattened on our funerals. They’re not leaders; they’re liquidators, profiting off our pain. What would a real investigation look like? A true forensic bloodbath with subpoena powers, open hearings, and independent data auditors ripping into internal correspondence between pharma pricks, regulators, and ministries on safety-signal management; procurement contracts with their liability dodges and uptake bonuses; timelines pitting adverse-event logs against the public lies; comms between agencies and social-media overlords on info control; and every dirty financial tie between advisory “experts” and the industry that owned them. But here’s the gut-wrench: the system’s rigged, not fit for purpose in its current form – finding convictions and validating those guilty verdicts is all but impossible under this corrupt carnival, but if justice was real, the outcome would be assured, the gallows groaning under the weight of the wicked. And no other bastard in this gutless gallery has the guts to unleash what’s required – no party, no inquiry, no suit-wearing sellout – but me, ready to crack the whip on the reckoning Kiwis deserve.
Politicians downplaying the death toll? Saving their arses from the noose they deserve. The “lessons learned” charade? Same old royal commission circle-jerk – smokescreens to stall the storm. But the rage is real, raw, and rising: families shattered; lives lacerated by a lie that turned our blood into battlegrounds. We’re done with the distractions, the misdirection, the digital dickheads dividing us. As 2026 elections loom, the liars will swarm like flies on shit – pumping polls, peddling panaceas, anything to keep the parasitical elite sucking us dry. I don’t claim all scientists or officials acted in bad faith – many buckled under the pressure – but transparency delayed is trust nuked, every withheld dataset or redacted email fuelling the fire that the truth’s worse than the tale. The government’s duty? Radical openness: publish everything, let independent statisticians and medical researchers gut it, and face the music. Democracy demands informed consent, not coerced compliance – citizens shamed, fined, or silenced for questioning deserve a public grovel and rights reinstated, or the next emergency’s just round two of the same nightmare.
Here’s the gut-punch truth: the system’s septic, infested with globalist grubs who’ve gorged on our generations. New Zealand Loyal isn’t just a vote; it’s a vow – for complete transparency across public service, medicine, and media, only daylight can disinfect a system that’s grown fat in the dark. Elect us in 2026, and I’ll spearhead the mother of all purges – a criminal probe dwarfing anything this corrupt clown car has seen. It won’t stop at the jabs: we’ll fumigate decades of decay across government, public service, medicine, police, courts – the whole rotten rhizome. Devastating? Damn right. But it’ll be deliverance, ending the feast for these bloodsuckers once and for all. This isn’t vengeance; it’s truth recovery. Whether led by Labour or National, any government hiding behind bureaucratic bullshit becomes the cover-up. So, I ask every New Zealander: demand the documents, question the experts, and never surrender your voice to fear again. Freedom of speech isn’t danger – it’s the evidence trail keeping democracy from the grave.
Get angry. Stay furious. Because if we don’t burn this bastard down, it’ll bury us next. The guilty aren’t “above the law” – they are the law, until we make them pay. Who’s with me?
