I got stuck driving from the airport to our family member’s house with my ex-husband who works for BIG PHARMA. 32 year career. We had a little conversation where I told him I hope our VAXXED children are okay, since 13 year-old-kids in the news are dying of pancreatic cancer. He knows medical lingo, so I told him how his company loaded up the “vaccines” with spike proteins and now they’re suppressing T-cells which causes cancer. He was stone silent. What I couldn’t say is that it’s being done purposely. He’ll be long gone before he ever comprehends that.

I was the only unvaccinated guest at the party out of 15 but these days I wear it like a badge. Older adults were talking about their retirements, the 30-something’s were discussing trying to score $500,000 houses the size of a Volkswagen. It’s become normal now—the price of things. Everyone, happy at a party, not one of them has the slightest idea what’s really going on in the world.

And part of me was kind of happy for them. They don’t dream of pedophile rings, worry about the globalists who are trying to kill their families—not crying about the strangeness of the world. It’s all been normalized as if they just put in a different video game.

And then there’s me. I am no longer the same person now. It’s like knowing what happens at the end of the movie, and being polite, I don’t tell anyone.

A day in Normie—Ville. As much as I want to enjoy it, I will never be the same person I was twenty years ago. I live in the shadow that hopes to take away our way of life. The only one who sees the giant elephant. The only one who knows.