The Covidblog – May 7, 2021
TOLEDO, OHIO — A 48-year-old plastic surgeon is dead in a story that demonstrates the limitless levels of surrealism when it comes to these experimental shots and government/media narratives.
Dr. Thomas Flanigan received the first dose of experimental Moderna mRNA on January 6, according to his Facebook page. He received the second dose on February 3
Sometime thereafter (it’s unclear exactly when), he wrote his own obituary, in the same mocking fashion as the foregoing Facebook post. It is reminiscent of the Polish doctor we wrote about in February. But the surrealism surrounding this story is unmatched compared to any other story we’ve written thus far.
First, none of the media outlets that covered this story (except the New York Post) mentioned that Dr. Flanigan received experimental Moderna mRNA shots in January and February. However, the Post, like the other outlets, wrote that his cause of death is “not clear.” Second, the headlines are practically celebrating his death, perhaps in an attempt to deflect attention away from the Moderna shots.
They refer to the obituary as “hilarious,” “incredible” and other strange adjectives given the situation.
“The Ginger of God”
Here are some excerpts from the obituary:
Well, that’s it. I have completed my shift as the great American cliché. In the spirit of what turned out to be my last New Year’s letter, my wild and crazy life has again taken a new, unexpected turn with my shocking and unexpected, yet fabulous, exit. Yes, I have joined the likes of Princess Diana, John Belushi, and Steve Irwin the Crocodile Hunter in leaving while still at the top of my game as an iconic superhero who seemed almost too good to be true.
I will admit that I originally got married for the husband jokes and had kids for the dad jokes. It did not disappoint. The jokes I mean, but Amy and the kids were pretty good too.
I know it’s impossible to believe, but I, the Ginger God of Surgery and Shenanigans, have fought my last cow (you’re welcome Tim) and ridden off into the glorious sunset after re-enlisting with a new unit. Due to the unknown and cosmic nature of my next mission, this will be our last communication. My whereabouts are now top secret, but let’s just say I have made some new friends by the names of Elvis and Kenny.
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Again, it’s unclear when exactly this was written. It may have been from a hospital bed after the deadly symptoms of the mRNA shots kicked in. Perhaps he wrote it the same week of the shots, knowing the risks, but wrote in jest to ease his own fears and further mock “anti-vaxxers.” These news outlets are deflecting from the virtue signaling, and spinning this story into a coincidence with a “hilarious” obituary.
UPDATED 12:45 p.m. – This story just keeps getting weirder. Now his friends are saying they wrote the obituary, not Dr. Flanigan. Yet they are all still laughing at their “friend’s” death, with no mourning at all, and burying the fact he got the Moderna shots. This is a concerted, demented, and likely orchestrated effort to censor the virtue signaling Facebook photo and true cause of death – Moderna.
Dr. Flanigan is at least the third mRNA victim we’ve covered who died between eight and 12 weeks after the shots. We will begin referring to these as near-term deaths caused by experimental mRNA or viral vector shots. Dr. Flanigan leaves behind a wife and three children ages 10 to 14.
There are many people with great technical proficiency in their chosen field but who are politically illiterate, unable to view the big picture or discern the motivation of others. It’s been called a mass psychosis, but I wonder if the majority of people in the world unable to be necessarily discerning, are also a little further up along the autistic spectrum than we have hitherto “given them credit” for.
Comedians often address a problem that they have a vague sense of but do not consciously recognise and it is a tragic near-miss of awareness.
I see another aspect of the “story”. I presume, of course, the good doctor did die and, unlike Jeffrey Epstein, did not ferry off to live a newly private life of luxury and licentiousness. I would term this relevant facet of the COVID caper “risk”.
Simply, we may define and estimate risk as the ratio of (a) numbers of cases (e.g., deaths and|or injuries) attributable to injection of the non-vaccines and (b) numbers of chances for such adverse outcomes to occur (e.g., numbers of inoculations, numbers of individuals inoculated at least once). We can calculate the odds of death and|or injury due to inoculations by dividing (a) the numbers of adverse outcomes by (b) the number of inoculations with no obvious deleterious effects or, at most, minor, temporary discomforts.
Based on government-controlled, reported, and thus suspect data, we might fairly conclude that the RISK of adverse outcomes has proved very low and that one’s odds of NOT getting laid low by one or more inoculations appear high, that is, in one’s favor. Thus, “pushing” of news of the good doctor’s death, strikingly embellished with a self-written obituary, assists tangentially in underscoring the (overall) low risk of such an occurrence and the long odds one would join the doctor in the hereafter soon after inoculation.
In the arena of “product liability”, risk analysis served (and still serves) (1) to minimize the apparent magnitude of associated problems — death and|or injury due to the product’s failure or malfunction and, most importantly, (2) to sow seeds of doubt in the minds of objective viewers (e.g., members of a jury in civil litigation). For example, risk analysts could (and do) make a flawed design or a faulty part in an automobile, which might well result in occasional mayhem on public roadways, appear trivial compared to the carnage caused by “nuts behind the wheel” of the same car or truck.
In the wacky world of COVID, we have “underlying, concomitant conditions” that can take the blame away from recent injections. For the rare, regrettable sudden death — which can only happen to others, not to you, don’t you know? — well, we all have to die sometime and, anyway, this is all for the greater good of humanity. You did not REALLY give at the office, did you, dear? Pony up that arm and let’s have at it!
If he’s still laughing about it now he was right to scoff.
The lethal injection of toxic sludge worked exactly as planned. Good riddance to that buffoon. Another doctor seemingly clueless about actual science and medicine.
intelectual haughtiness comes before
the fall !
intelectual haughtiness comes
before the fall !
Really? There was no autopsy? Sounds like another petite psyop. His friends (and he, probably) are laughing at our credulity. It’s what they do.