Today is my Dad's birthday. He would have been 79. Instead, he died in 2002 at 55 due to exposure to a chemical in his workplace (a parts place for big 3 automakers after he took an early buy-out from Chrysler) that gave him kidney cancer. We took him to MD Anderson down in Houston at the end of the SAME YEAR someone down there figured out fenbendazole cures cancer in many cases (source on this: preface to Cancer Is a Parasite by William F Supple Jr, Ph.D. (fka Ben Fen on Substack), which book I just started reading over the weekend). Of course, nobody told us or anybody else that back in 2002.

My Dad started telling me in my 20s that I needed to read "None Dare Call It Conspiracy." I'm older now than my Dad was when he died.

He would LOVE to see what is happening in the world with President Trump leading the charge! Today, I am thankful he primed the well for me so that when the truth started to bubble up, I was ready for it and got to watch the Q posts roll out on the boards at the time they were happening.

I feel very blessed. Dad was like all of the people we've all lost over the years: they were soldiers in a war, just like we all are. Some of them, like my Dad, knew it. Some did not. Now, the whole world is going to know. God Bless President Trump. God Bless America. God Bless the people of the world who see what President Trump and those behind him are trying to do. And God Bless all of you! WWG1WGA

Happy Birthday, Dad!