The Boulder County Board of Health consists entirely of medical retards and proven grifters, among them a CIGNA rep, a pharma consultant, and a chubby weatherman
Meet the small cast of clowns and cowards who are ignoring my letter, along with the career equity-queen stinking of Bill Gates who's "directing" the local version of this nightmare
On early Monday morning, I submitted a concern about the mRNA covid injections to Boulder County officials. The county’s confirmation that my submission had been received included this assurance:
As a vaguely suspicious and cynical fellow, I did not expect to hear from “them” within two business days, or twenty, or two million. I doubt this made any headway, either, although discovering that page and the information thereon made my head hurt.
But I can now add one more lie to the pile of falsehoods and patent deceptions the goons in charge of this locus of affluent, glib, and highly educated morons have already backed and disseminated, thereby incrementally amplifying my already considerable irritation with these people and with anyone who seeks to poison as broad a segment of the population as possible (with a special focus on injecting the poison into brown children).
It’s worth taking a look at who these people are and the general path each one took to becoming not merely worthless, not just negligent, not just supremely retarded, but actively and proudly dangerous in any kind of public-health role, None of them should be allowed anywhere near even a video-game simulation of a public-health apparatus.
Morgan Rogers McMillan, the current president of the Boulder County Board of Health, is a complacent inclusivity-and-equity dingbat married to a developer.
McMillan enjoys a typical rich white woman’s take on social progress. In 2014 she wrote a letter to the Boulder Daily Camera that reads both like satire and a great many other sincere letters to the Boulder Daily Camera:
Most people with little money, no other caregiver to help raise their children or at least watch their children while they’re at work, and disabilities would prefer to have more money, an easier domestic life, and no physical or other limitations. This twit just looks at nationwide demographic trends and chirps, “Make Boulder like America again!”
Landrey Fagan is the only medical doctor or health professional of any sort on the five-member board of health. And she’s a true visionary, as, unlike other doctors, she lists “optimizing health” as one of her goals and is “passionate about treating the underlying causes of disease.” What, no Fantasy Football draft tips?
Brooke Harrison has a doctorate in molecular biology, which means that, despite being blond, she not only knows that the excess deaths being seen around the Western world are the result of mRNA shots, but is probably even connecting the pathophysiological dots, even if she’s no doubt keeping her conclusions to herself.
And why wouldn’t she? She’s made a career of helping pharma bolster its already obscene profits, rendering her a walking obscenity herself.
Gregg Thomas is…not a good candidate for even a busted-all-to-Christ version of a board of health.
Thomas, whose term on the board expires at the end of the month, looks exactly like one of the unfortunates who has two tweets about six months apart ready-made for “antivaxxers,” with the first exhorting others to get vaccinated and the second bemoaning his new and inexplicable “turbo cancer,” partial paralysis, or memory loss.
Someone should tell Gregg Thomas that covid-19, like many infectious diseases, is a sickness that almost exclusively targets the metabolically deranged for extra-nasty outcomes. Adipose tissue, in one brashly incorrect but entertaining model, is like a flypaper-lined landing-pad for microorganisms. Since those who elected to not get jabbed—and for those who care, I myself cuckishly got the adenovirus-DNA-based Johnson and Johnson “One and done, for today” shot in July 2021, nothing since—had to listen the duly injected scream at them for two years that they were putting sainted others at grave risk, it’s time to shine a spotlight on the over 100 million American undisciplined fatties who not only represent the biggest utilizer of the medical system, but are also the most septic transmissible-disease reservoirs alive.
This is a time of great sacrifice for the herd. If I can be thin, anyone can. Those who loudly profess a yen for preserving democracy, or merely serve on health boards, should be made to peacefully fast themselves down to a BMI of 24.9 or below in order to be allowed grocery-shopping or restaurant sit-down privileges. (I may be kidding, but if not, it would be hard to make a case for this being more draconian and deleterious than forcing or coercing people to be injected with dangerous chemicals.)
Finally, Lindy Hinman is an employee of CIGNA, one of the largest health insurers in the United States. While this makes her laughably unsuitable for her post on the board, it’s merely a smaller-scale example of what the federal public-health structure looks like, with pharma and insurance-company reps being shuttled back and forth between roles in government agencies such as the Centers for Disease Control and the Food and Drug Administration and the boards of pharmaceutical giants.
Note that all five of these mostly diversity-championing people are white.
On Monday, I noted that the executive director of Boulder County Public Health is Lexi Bambas Nolen. Most likely a biological woman, Bambas Nolen is unquestionably a career social-justice grifter.
Given that Bambas Nolen’s Wokish work has been posted to the World Health Organization site, it’s almost a given that she is a Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation plant.
Someone this recklessly unqualified and obsessed with equity didn’t land in this position as a result of proven success in public-health endeavors. She’s here to serve the globalist pigs who, like nominal King of the Globalist Pigs Larry Fink, are going to have us all getting regularly vaccinated and browbeaten by diversity-first retards no matter how much we hate it.
I have a few options now that I’ve confirmed that these abhorrent pricks aren’t interested in addressing my concerns. I could “attend” the next virtual meeting of the board; they “gather” on the first Monday of every month, and I could submit a public comment at least 72 hours in advance here, and would be given up to three minutes to speak at the meeting. The county posts records of these shambolic meetings, but probably wouldn’t if not legally required to do so.
This would be completely pointless. Something tells me I wouldn’t get through my whole spiel even if all involved had never heard of me before, and something else tells me that they will have, because it’s just as easy for other people to learn something about my public persona from a few minutes of research as is for me to perform the same task. In fact, it’s a safe bet someone employed by Boulder County has already discovered this blog.
Now, if these meetings were still held in person—and the reason they’re not is that everyone who works for the city or the county is a flagrantly spineless—I would go and speak anyway, because they wouldn’t be able to shut me up with just the push of a button. This would be entertaining for a minutes, but the globs of partially dried goat-jizz who serve on the city council and in other local capacities are used to people creating scenes at in-person meetings. Anyone who does so, no matter what they say, is treated the same way as the actual loons who use their two or three allotted minutes to complain about things like aliens breaking into their trailers and impregnating their dogs.
Another option is sending a version of the letter to the Daily Camera explaining that it was ignored by county officials and represents a serious public-health matter, which is undeniably true. If I do this, and the paper publishes the letter, I can expect a carefully crafted but at root level nonsensical response, likely assembled by a team of well-paid consultants, that addresses none of the specific concerns I’ve enumerated but instead takes the form of a corporate fact-check, carefully debunking straw-men and red herrings but going nowhere near the actual data I presented.
No actual physicians or molecular biologists will respond, even if a whole pile of them will want to. Or if they do, they’ll inviting ridicule. But I can count on a flurry of angry “rebuttals” from masktastic Karens who exist in yoga-pants and limousine-liberal wine-buzz cocoons and not only treat CNN, MSNBC, and The New York Times as credible outlets, but are not yet aware that other people exist who very reasonably don’t. I can deal with this, since I couldn’t possibly have less respect than I already do for these empty-headed breeding-machines and now-wrinkly trophy-wives from the 1990s and before.
All of this marinades and percolates in the fact that, in yet another South Park-level twisting of reality, the governor of the State of Colorado, Jared Polis, is also a phenomenally degraded pervert: long on the take, known for discarding staunch allies when it’s convenient, and essentially a more dumpy-looking and undisguised “Hi, can I corn-hog your kids?” version of California governor, horrific assclown-puppet, and ideally groomed Democratic presidential candidate Gavin Newsom. And nyet, comrades, Polis is not a pervster because he’s gay; he’s a pervert because he’s a postpubescent male—as many as six in seven of us, it is rumored, think primarily with our loins. (There is yet little evidence in the literature or elsewhere to realistically countervail this perception.) But the clincher is that men in power tend to adhere to a certain bleak code-of-zipper-conduct whatever their orgiastic fancies, and gay despots and sleaze-accumulators can hide more easily now because no one can say boo about members of the letters-brigade.
So, while I seem to have few options likely to lead to positive change, the options I do have can be easily weaponized to at least made the bad actors in this drama acutely uncomfortable. There’s nothing to cancel me from anymore for the crime of being right about things and exposing liars and scammers for who they are. I enjoy not caring whatsoever what stupid authoritarians and people who can’t understand basic research think of my unruly demeanor, and relish expressing the often-acrid fruits of my lack of concern as thoughtfully as possible.
Mostly, as hard as may be for readers of my nihilism-adjacent outpourings to believe, I oppose anyone who continues to support a collective death-march by pushing dangerous experimental potions on people who don’t even have the option of suing for damages and are treated as liars for claiming to be vaccine-injured. This little campaign of mine is likely to go nowhere in a practical sense, but the more people out there who are willing to yell, “Not next time, jabbers”—or who are at least willing to entertain the prospect of validity in such yelling—the better of a shot chance everyone will have of remaining safe and effective citizens going forward.