The Sheeple are still jammed in cognitive dissonance and may attribute these deaths to … global warming or such like.
It is time everyone realized the whole world has swallowed hook line and sinker of the covid con.
jahi sami
on February 21, 2022 at 2:13 pm
Ha Ha
Lost for words.
Twilight zone.
Get Guns and go after these politicians Arrest them. They treat the people as they are 2 year old children.
Government by the people for the people.
Khalfan Aziz
on February 21, 2022 at 5:45 pm
Aspirin. But they have stealthily removed it from the shelves.
Derek Felton
on February 21, 2022 at 6:20 pm
@Khalfan ~ it’s nothing new. There is nothing new under the sun. The sheep are under attack. It’s nothing new. The world is ruled by evil. But the good Shepherd will return. The sheep can make a stand. But only if they have the Holy Spirit. Like we have seen in Canada. Momentous times. Be wise as serpents and innocent as doves.
andyay
on February 21, 2022 at 7:37 pm
On the 17th of March, 2012, the Bolton Wanderers’ midfielder, Fabrice Muamba, suffered a cardiac arrest, during the F.A. Cup quarter final against Spurs, at White Hart Lane.
Watching the above video, it occured to me that the on-pitch collapse of Muamba might have been a psy-op. Just an idea really, not fully developed, as yet.
According to a study published in the 28th of January 2021 edition of the New England Journal Of Medicine, the data revealed by analysing 480 cardiac arrest “flatliners,” showed,
“The longest that the heart stopped before restarting on its own was four minutes and twenty seconds. The longest time that heart activity continued after restarting was twenty-seven minutes… None of the patients we observed survived.”
With or without cardio-vascular resuscitation all of the patients studied, died within half an hour of myocardial infarction. Does anyone remember how long Fabrice Muamba is said to have died for; i.e. for what length of time that his heart stopped for? Seventy-eight minutes. Yes, one hour and eighteen minutes, before the Bolton Wanderers’ player was finally brought back from the terminal brink.
I wondered what the world record for successful resuscitation after a heart-attack could be but I was unable to find a citation for that; though, I did find the study from the New England Journal Of Medicine, quoted above, which, at the very least, suggests that Fabrice Muamba is a man of unusual, almost superhuman powers of recovery.
It’s true that two doctors were immediately in attendance when Muamba suffered his heart-attack. One of these doctors, Dr. Andrew Deaver, lo and behold, just happened to be a cardiologist, who, fortuitously, was cheering from the stand right next to where Muamba collapsed. Dr. Deaver, a Spurs fan, we’re told, was just there as a spectator. The second medic, in situ, was Bolton’s club doctor, Jonathon Tobin.
Is there anything at all which might connect theses two physicians, who were apparently unknown to each other? Erm, let me see… ah, yes, they’re both jews.
Isn’t it a little curious, furthermore, that Fabrice Muamba, a competent-enough but hardly spectacular, Congolese footballer, whose professional career ended in 2012, should now be estimated as having a personal wealth in excess of $100 million? Very few professional footballers, even among the finest, ever accumulate such a store of riches. Indeed, it would make Muamba the fourth richest footballer in the world ever, either still playing or retired; behind Cristiano Ronaldo, Lionel Messi and the empire-building David Beckham, according to 2022 figures from networthplanet.com. If there is a reasonable explanation for Muamba’s abundant wealth, please, I’d honestly like to know.
If it transpires that Muamba is brought forward, sometime soon, as a living exemplar, of how easily, in fact, it is for top athletes to succumb to heart disease, then my hypothesis might take on greater weight. In the meantime, I’d appreciate some feedback. Could Muamba’s miraculous survival have been a psy-op? Or is that a speculation too far? Don’t spare me. I’m pachydermic.
To andyay–what kind of psyop? What do they mean by it? All I know for sure is that they are sometimes unconscious before they hit the ground and hit it with a thud. Microwaves are a possibility again but as yet I still assume it’s the injections, but with more than one per cent of footballers being attacked.
Umbra Bellator
on February 22, 2022 at 1:16 am
I take no particular delight in those athletes having heart attacks, but anyone stupid or cowardly enough to get injected with that toxic sludge doesn’t deserve much sympathy either. And I certainly have zero sympathy for those sniveling footballer imbeciles who willingly complied to toxic sludge injections AND made such a big shameful show of taking the knee to pay homage to simian mongrels, as they can all eat shit and die, frankly.
I am a soccer (I know, I know, football…) referee and my first match of this year is in two weeks. I’m kind of expecting to see a player or two drop dead on the pitch at this point. I hope not, but it wouldn’t surprise me in the least. My agility training the past couple months has been geared to hurdling corpses while running full speed and keeping my eye on play.
@ PAUL DAVIS
under the american elbow system of
hire + fire its no wonder . the system
of exploitation + corruption + greed
creates this conditions . only help if
you belong to the jew mafia or masonry
mafia !
andyay
on February 22, 2022 at 4:05 pm
The process of discovery is akin to negotiating passage through a series of locked doors, down a long, dark corridor. You carry as many keys as accords with your aptitude.
At each new locked door that you encounter, you have to try each and every key at your disposal again, to see if the door unlocks. If it does, the next interval of the corridor will be better lit. If the door can’t be opened, then you must pause to consider the validity of your efforts; whether you are correctly oriented or if you’re astray, indeed and whether or not the impasse signals the judicious negation of a pet hypothesis.
It may be, that the correct key is, as yet, simply unavailed to you. Discernment, which is as much a matter of instinct as erudition, is a vital attribute.
Chalk it up as a cold case, if necessary but remain alert to any worthwhile markers or promising clues that may present themselves. Even where a line of enquiry proves fruitless, it is not an effort wasted because, importantly, in the process, skills are being honed that, ultimately, will serve you well.
I say that, really for the encouragement of the younger or novitiate investigator of Deep State machinations. Patience helps. So does the input of others. Denuding evil is rarely a solo endeavour.
Discovery has to be usefully motivated, of course; whatever it is you mean to resolve or determine. As truthseekers, we’re all, essentially, purposed to the exposure of criminality among the world’s power brokers. Whether we contextualize such matter in terms of laws or ethical philosophy; religion or history; genetics or medicine or even, in terms of cold-concrete realpolitik; ultimately, we all strive, to root out the sneaky malefaction of tyrants and identify their ill-intending devices.
A psy-op is a psychological operation. At it’s most basic, a psy-op might simply be a magician’s card trick or, perhaps describe a shill among the market crowd, loudly and conspicuously, being seen to buy ten palettes of useless junk, to jinx others into believing that there’s a bargain to be had, so that they reach into their own pockets.
Most psy-ops are really rather mundane and quite ubiquitous whenever people gather for the sake of commerce.
Even animals indulge psy-ops. The hungry coyote who catches himself a juicy opossum for supper and puts the lifeless fellow down for a moment, to growl at another coyote, before attending to the feast, only to discover, bewilderingly, that his supper has somehow, miraculously, come back to life and hot-tailed it out of there, is a victim of a psy-op. A coarse-haired, pokey-nosed marsupial-type coyote psy-op.
All psy-ops are designed to distract public attention and entrain popular perception of events, to a desired end. Within the human sphere of behaviour, all psy-ops are purposed toward theft or financial fraud and toward the aggregation or consolidation of political control and influence; or indeed, both money and power at once, in tandem.
This would be as true of a hypothetical Fabrice Muamba psy-op as of any. The motive would be, at least, in part, a financial swindle of some kind. How is it that Fabrice Muamba has managed to accumulate such vast personal wealth, since retiring from football? Is it really his own wealth or is he merely a trustee for another party? There do, however, seem to be conflicting estimations of his worth, now that I’ve delved a bit deeper, ranging from $1.5 million to $100 million but this could be a deliberate accontancy obfuscation.
I may be wrong here but I just don’t believe that anyone can flatline after suffering a cardiac arrest and be resuscitated, a full one hour and eighteen minutes after apparently dying, without any brain damage ensuing nor any subsequent sign of physiological repercussions.
The image of the young, handsome doctor charging up the defibrillator paddles, shouting, “Clear” and shocking the patient back to life, as the E.C.G. monitor signals a sine-wave rescue, is the stuff of tv medical dramas, not of real-life. It is said that after 78 minutes and 15 electrical jump starts, Muamba’s heart began functioning normally again. J’accuse. I say a planned fraud was played out.
Whether the Synagogue or the Lodge masterminded the deceit, or if it were elements of both, I don’t know. Though on reflection, I do think that the freemasons would have to have been involved because the co-operation of the police and medical staff would have been a prerequisite for success. A very useful contribution from Toby, that brought an additional aspecting to my original conjecture. Thank you, for buttressing my sand castle.
Fabrice Muamba seems to be something of a race baiter, in addition, I’ve discovered. He, apparently, publically accused the staff at his son’s grammar school of allowing the racial taunting of his son by other pupils. In a separate incident, it was Muamba’s complaint of racial hatred at a Twitter account that saw to the jailing of a young white student. I don’t know much more about his victimhood role, as yet.
If Muamba is a Freemason/ Shriner (which seems most likely) then he may be deployed for further assignments. His potential utility as a gatekeeper to missteer growing concerns over sporting heart-attacks worldwide, is obvious. We may see Muamba take up a more prominent public role, as a covert propagandist for BigPharma soon. Personally, I’ve had enough of the man already.
lewis jones
on February 22, 2022 at 7:49 pm
To andyay–this quest for truth has something to do with trauma, which can create a perfect memory; the memory of the trauma can somehow be accessed, as a skill, by other branches of memory, and then there is a revisionist aspect–we learned “the world” and then had to re-learn a lot of it. Pridefully (another aspect) we wish to be knowing rather than ignorant, like a gobby man on a bar-stool. Like Rambo we also have the joy of busting through walls that protect the truth about the criminal. If we can get him arrested our quality of life can go up a little- “each man is a hero in his own eyes”, someone said. Generally, if we eventually saw through a lie that had stolen our energy, we guess that there are other ones like it. As for that footballer I am disgusted that whatever he does he does not do it in Africa, beyond the desert.
andyay
on February 22, 2022 at 8:56 pm
I know this, Lewis – that if ever you and I were to stop by an inn, to enjoy a refreshing beverage together – you on your gurney with a mug of tea and me with my pint of Jameson’s, wishing that I had a gurney too – that our conversation would be most edifying, most fascinating and enduring for so many an hour, that we probably wouldn’t notice the time, even as the moss covered up our names on our headstones.
ooo
on February 22, 2022 at 9:47 pm
> while BLM and black gangs run riot police have been told to crack down heavy on rough sleepers
I wonder how anyone has the gall to call themself a leader of men and then tell others to abuse the homeless. It’s a small thing in the wealth of evil that the human race puts out 24/7, but you’d have to be some kind of sicko.
Greg
on February 22, 2022 at 10:38 pm
Andyay, people always flatline after a cardiac arrest; that’s what it means – the heart stops, as opposed to a heart attack, when its function is impaired to varying degrees. Do people survive cardiac arrest? Outside hospitals, rarely and without a defibrillator, rarer still – but it does happen. Last week a Glasgow bus driver stopped his bus to commence CPR on a passenger whose pulse and vital signs were undetectable and he was able to restart his heart.
andyay
on February 23, 2022 at 10:36 am
@ Greg
A very important disambiguation, sir. Thank you.
To clarify, Fabrice Muamba suffered a cardiac arrest, not a heart attack. Rather poorly, I muddled the two terms.
In your estimation, Greg, is it at all feasible, that someone could be resuscitated, 78 minutes after cardiac arrest and without suffering brain damage as a consequence?
lewis jones
on February 25, 2022 at 2:01 am
To andyay–thanks for the praise; psychology is so interesting that it might never be solved. For decades both sides in politics have resorted to calling each other mad, knowing it is difficult to define, and a rapper once, as an excuse for his earlier criminality, said “You had to be insane just to get into the game”, while I, in the 1970s, took insanity to be a stepping-stone towards a sufficiently adventurous mind, sanity having become synonymous with an enslaving conformity. My dad did not like my writing that praised the madness of one of my sisters, whose life, in his opinion, was “sad”. Like maths, psychology holds some dangers, because infinity intrudes and the job cannot be completed, and by 1980 I was already having to withdraw sometimes from the task. Since then I have folded it into a Periodic Table some would call a coping mechanism, while I call it a map of the real terrain in all its dimensions. We need all the psychoanalysis we had before it was poisoned and thereby discredited.
The Sheeple are still jammed in cognitive dissonance and may attribute these deaths to … global warming or such like.
It is time everyone realized the whole world has swallowed hook line and sinker of the covid con.
Ha Ha
Lost for words.
Twilight zone.
Get Guns and go after these politicians Arrest them. They treat the people as they are 2 year old children.
Government by the people for the people.
Aspirin. But they have stealthily removed it from the shelves.
@Khalfan ~ it’s nothing new. There is nothing new under the sun. The sheep are under attack. It’s nothing new. The world is ruled by evil. But the good Shepherd will return. The sheep can make a stand. But only if they have the Holy Spirit. Like we have seen in Canada. Momentous times. Be wise as serpents and innocent as doves.
On the 17th of March, 2012, the Bolton Wanderers’ midfielder, Fabrice Muamba, suffered a cardiac arrest, during the F.A. Cup quarter final against Spurs, at White Hart Lane.
Watching the above video, it occured to me that the on-pitch collapse of Muamba might have been a psy-op. Just an idea really, not fully developed, as yet.
According to a study published in the 28th of January 2021 edition of the New England Journal Of Medicine, the data revealed by analysing 480 cardiac arrest “flatliners,” showed,
“The longest that the heart stopped before restarting on its own was four minutes and twenty seconds. The longest time that heart activity continued after restarting was twenty-seven minutes… None of the patients we observed survived.”
With or without cardio-vascular resuscitation all of the patients studied, died within half an hour of myocardial infarction. Does anyone remember how long Fabrice Muamba is said to have died for; i.e. for what length of time that his heart stopped for? Seventy-eight minutes. Yes, one hour and eighteen minutes, before the Bolton Wanderers’ player was finally brought back from the terminal brink.
I wondered what the world record for successful resuscitation after a heart-attack could be but I was unable to find a citation for that; though, I did find the study from the New England Journal Of Medicine, quoted above, which, at the very least, suggests that Fabrice Muamba is a man of unusual, almost superhuman powers of recovery.
It’s true that two doctors were immediately in attendance when Muamba suffered his heart-attack. One of these doctors, Dr. Andrew Deaver, lo and behold, just happened to be a cardiologist, who, fortuitously, was cheering from the stand right next to where Muamba collapsed. Dr. Deaver, a Spurs fan, we’re told, was just there as a spectator. The second medic, in situ, was Bolton’s club doctor, Jonathon Tobin.
Is there anything at all which might connect theses two physicians, who were apparently unknown to each other? Erm, let me see… ah, yes, they’re both jews.
Isn’t it a little curious, furthermore, that Fabrice Muamba, a competent-enough but hardly spectacular, Congolese footballer, whose professional career ended in 2012, should now be estimated as having a personal wealth in excess of $100 million? Very few professional footballers, even among the finest, ever accumulate such a store of riches. Indeed, it would make Muamba the fourth richest footballer in the world ever, either still playing or retired; behind Cristiano Ronaldo, Lionel Messi and the empire-building David Beckham, according to 2022 figures from networthplanet.com. If there is a reasonable explanation for Muamba’s abundant wealth, please, I’d honestly like to know.
If it transpires that Muamba is brought forward, sometime soon, as a living exemplar, of how easily, in fact, it is for top athletes to succumb to heart disease, then my hypothesis might take on greater weight. In the meantime, I’d appreciate some feedback. Could Muamba’s miraculous survival have been a psy-op? Or is that a speculation too far? Don’t spare me. I’m pachydermic.
@andyay
I’ve been saying this for months. Most soccer players are freemasons, Treacherous!
https://www.theguardian.com/football/2022/feb/21/christian-eriksen-steps-up-comeback-with-two-assists-in-brentford-friendly
what club would buy a player who has had a heart attack? 🤔 several of these disabled players have been bought after Heart attack! Complete & utter Bull Shit.
To andyay–what kind of psyop? What do they mean by it? All I know for sure is that they are sometimes unconscious before they hit the ground and hit it with a thud. Microwaves are a possibility again but as yet I still assume it’s the injections, but with more than one per cent of footballers being attacked.
I take no particular delight in those athletes having heart attacks, but anyone stupid or cowardly enough to get injected with that toxic sludge doesn’t deserve much sympathy either. And I certainly have zero sympathy for those sniveling footballer imbeciles who willingly complied to toxic sludge injections AND made such a big shameful show of taking the knee to pay homage to simian mongrels, as they can all eat shit and die, frankly.
I am a soccer (I know, I know, football…) referee and my first match of this year is in two weeks. I’m kind of expecting to see a player or two drop dead on the pitch at this point. I hope not, but it wouldn’t surprise me in the least. My agility training the past couple months has been geared to hurdling corpses while running full speed and keeping my eye on play.
while BLM and black gangs run riot police have been told to crack down heavy on rough sleepers
mad or what ?
https://www.presstv.ir/Detail/2022/02/21/677236/New-York-City-Mayor-Adamson-US-Homeless-Subway
@ PAUL DAVIS
under the american elbow system of
hire + fire its no wonder . the system
of exploitation + corruption + greed
creates this conditions . only help if
you belong to the jew mafia or masonry
mafia !
The process of discovery is akin to negotiating passage through a series of locked doors, down a long, dark corridor. You carry as many keys as accords with your aptitude.
At each new locked door that you encounter, you have to try each and every key at your disposal again, to see if the door unlocks. If it does, the next interval of the corridor will be better lit. If the door can’t be opened, then you must pause to consider the validity of your efforts; whether you are correctly oriented or if you’re astray, indeed and whether or not the impasse signals the judicious negation of a pet hypothesis.
It may be, that the correct key is, as yet, simply unavailed to you. Discernment, which is as much a matter of instinct as erudition, is a vital attribute.
Chalk it up as a cold case, if necessary but remain alert to any worthwhile markers or promising clues that may present themselves. Even where a line of enquiry proves fruitless, it is not an effort wasted because, importantly, in the process, skills are being honed that, ultimately, will serve you well.
I say that, really for the encouragement of the younger or novitiate investigator of Deep State machinations. Patience helps. So does the input of others. Denuding evil is rarely a solo endeavour.
Discovery has to be usefully motivated, of course; whatever it is you mean to resolve or determine. As truthseekers, we’re all, essentially, purposed to the exposure of criminality among the world’s power brokers. Whether we contextualize such matter in terms of laws or ethical philosophy; religion or history; genetics or medicine or even, in terms of cold-concrete realpolitik; ultimately, we all strive, to root out the sneaky malefaction of tyrants and identify their ill-intending devices.
A psy-op is a psychological operation. At it’s most basic, a psy-op might simply be a magician’s card trick or, perhaps describe a shill among the market crowd, loudly and conspicuously, being seen to buy ten palettes of useless junk, to jinx others into believing that there’s a bargain to be had, so that they reach into their own pockets.
Most psy-ops are really rather mundane and quite ubiquitous whenever people gather for the sake of commerce.
Even animals indulge psy-ops. The hungry coyote who catches himself a juicy opossum for supper and puts the lifeless fellow down for a moment, to growl at another coyote, before attending to the feast, only to discover, bewilderingly, that his supper has somehow, miraculously, come back to life and hot-tailed it out of there, is a victim of a psy-op. A coarse-haired, pokey-nosed marsupial-type coyote psy-op.
All psy-ops are designed to distract public attention and entrain popular perception of events, to a desired end. Within the human sphere of behaviour, all psy-ops are purposed toward theft or financial fraud and toward the aggregation or consolidation of political control and influence; or indeed, both money and power at once, in tandem.
This would be as true of a hypothetical Fabrice Muamba psy-op as of any. The motive would be, at least, in part, a financial swindle of some kind. How is it that Fabrice Muamba has managed to accumulate such vast personal wealth, since retiring from football? Is it really his own wealth or is he merely a trustee for another party? There do, however, seem to be conflicting estimations of his worth, now that I’ve delved a bit deeper, ranging from $1.5 million to $100 million but this could be a deliberate accontancy obfuscation.
I may be wrong here but I just don’t believe that anyone can flatline after suffering a cardiac arrest and be resuscitated, a full one hour and eighteen minutes after apparently dying, without any brain damage ensuing nor any subsequent sign of physiological repercussions.
The image of the young, handsome doctor charging up the defibrillator paddles, shouting, “Clear” and shocking the patient back to life, as the E.C.G. monitor signals a sine-wave rescue, is the stuff of tv medical dramas, not of real-life. It is said that after 78 minutes and 15 electrical jump starts, Muamba’s heart began functioning normally again. J’accuse. I say a planned fraud was played out.
Whether the Synagogue or the Lodge masterminded the deceit, or if it were elements of both, I don’t know. Though on reflection, I do think that the freemasons would have to have been involved because the co-operation of the police and medical staff would have been a prerequisite for success. A very useful contribution from Toby, that brought an additional aspecting to my original conjecture. Thank you, for buttressing my sand castle.
Fabrice Muamba seems to be something of a race baiter, in addition, I’ve discovered. He, apparently, publically accused the staff at his son’s grammar school of allowing the racial taunting of his son by other pupils. In a separate incident, it was Muamba’s complaint of racial hatred at a Twitter account that saw to the jailing of a young white student. I don’t know much more about his victimhood role, as yet.
If Muamba is a Freemason/ Shriner (which seems most likely) then he may be deployed for further assignments. His potential utility as a gatekeeper to missteer growing concerns over sporting heart-attacks worldwide, is obvious. We may see Muamba take up a more prominent public role, as a covert propagandist for BigPharma soon. Personally, I’ve had enough of the man already.
To andyay–this quest for truth has something to do with trauma, which can create a perfect memory; the memory of the trauma can somehow be accessed, as a skill, by other branches of memory, and then there is a revisionist aspect–we learned “the world” and then had to re-learn a lot of it. Pridefully (another aspect) we wish to be knowing rather than ignorant, like a gobby man on a bar-stool. Like Rambo we also have the joy of busting through walls that protect the truth about the criminal. If we can get him arrested our quality of life can go up a little- “each man is a hero in his own eyes”, someone said. Generally, if we eventually saw through a lie that had stolen our energy, we guess that there are other ones like it. As for that footballer I am disgusted that whatever he does he does not do it in Africa, beyond the desert.
I know this, Lewis – that if ever you and I were to stop by an inn, to enjoy a refreshing beverage together – you on your gurney with a mug of tea and me with my pint of Jameson’s, wishing that I had a gurney too – that our conversation would be most edifying, most fascinating and enduring for so many an hour, that we probably wouldn’t notice the time, even as the moss covered up our names on our headstones.
> while BLM and black gangs run riot police have been told to crack down heavy on rough sleepers
I wonder how anyone has the gall to call themself a leader of men and then tell others to abuse the homeless. It’s a small thing in the wealth of evil that the human race puts out 24/7, but you’d have to be some kind of sicko.
Andyay, people always flatline after a cardiac arrest; that’s what it means – the heart stops, as opposed to a heart attack, when its function is impaired to varying degrees. Do people survive cardiac arrest? Outside hospitals, rarely and without a defibrillator, rarer still – but it does happen. Last week a Glasgow bus driver stopped his bus to commence CPR on a passenger whose pulse and vital signs were undetectable and he was able to restart his heart.
@ Greg
A very important disambiguation, sir. Thank you.
To clarify, Fabrice Muamba suffered a cardiac arrest, not a heart attack. Rather poorly, I muddled the two terms.
In your estimation, Greg, is it at all feasible, that someone could be resuscitated, 78 minutes after cardiac arrest and without suffering brain damage as a consequence?
To andyay–thanks for the praise; psychology is so interesting that it might never be solved. For decades both sides in politics have resorted to calling each other mad, knowing it is difficult to define, and a rapper once, as an excuse for his earlier criminality, said “You had to be insane just to get into the game”, while I, in the 1970s, took insanity to be a stepping-stone towards a sufficiently adventurous mind, sanity having become synonymous with an enslaving conformity. My dad did not like my writing that praised the madness of one of my sisters, whose life, in his opinion, was “sad”. Like maths, psychology holds some dangers, because infinity intrudes and the job cannot be completed, and by 1980 I was already having to withdraw sometimes from the task. Since then I have folded it into a Periodic Table some would call a coping mechanism, while I call it a map of the real terrain in all its dimensions. We need all the psychoanalysis we had before it was poisoned and thereby discredited.