"Zero Accountability, Infinite Grief" by Unbekoming

Click here for Exit the Cuckoo's Nest's posting standards and aims. Source: Lies Are Unbekoming Zero Accountability, Infinite Grief Michelle Tavares's testimony on her father's death by hospital protocol Unbekoming Aug 17   READ IN APP   In December 2022, my 75-year-old mother lay in an Australian hospital bed with a mild sniffle when two nurses in hazmat suits approached her with a rapid antigen test. When it came back positive, they looked at each other with fear in their eyes, as if death itself had entered the room. The doctors wanted to give her antivirals—Remdesivir or Paxlovid—but I told them they weren't allowed to give her anything without my approval. When the Iranian-Australian doctor called me, I was blunt: "Under no circumstance whatsoever are you allowed to give her either of those drugs." He surrendered without protest, later confessing, "I've had four doses of the vaccine and had covid twice, so I don't know what to think anymore." Two days later she was fine. But reading Michelle Tavares's testimony, I realize how differently this could have ended. Fifteen months before my mother's close call, Michelle's Portuguese father entered a Florida emergency room with a diabetic attack—not COVID, not a cough, not a fever—but the hospital labeled him positive anyway, locked the family out, sedated him until his tongue swelled bloody, and when he managed to cry out "Vem cá"—come here—they sedated him more. Despite having over 100 protesters outside, despite the backing of Tenpenny, McCullough, and Renz, despite proving he tested negative for COVID multiple times, Michelle watched through glass as they killed him with their protocols, then shipped his body home like cargo. What Michelle witnessed wasn't an isolated tragedy but part of a systematic pattern that Denis Rancourt’s research has now proven with devastating clarity: the excess deaths of 2020 weren't caused by a spreading virus but by the protocols themselves. His analysis of mortality data across Europe and North America reveals that death spikes occurred simultaneously within three weeks of the WHO's pandemic declaration on March 11, 2020—with virtually no excess deaths anywhere before that date. Cities with the most flights from China, like Rome and Los Angeles, had minimal mortality, while areas that aggressively expanded ICU capacity and implemented experimental treatments saw catastrophic death rates. Eighty-eight percent of patients put on ventilators in New York died—not from a “virus,” but from the treatments. The geographic patchiness of deaths—some regions experiencing 200% excess mortality while neighboring areas with similar populations remained unaffected—defies any model of infectious disease spread. Instead, it maps perfectly onto areas where hospitals implemented what they called "standard of care": Remdesivir, mechanical ventilation, and experimental drug combinations at doses ten times normal levels. This wasn't ignorance—it was knowing homicide dressed as medicine. Dr. Fauci had personally overseen the 2019 Ebola trial where Remdesivir killed 54% of patients, the highest death rate among all drugs tested, causing multiple organ failure and acute kidney failure so severe the safety board pulled it from the trial. Yet barely a year later, he announced with great fanfare that this same poison would be America's "standard of care" for COVID, sitting on an Oval Office couch as he declared victory for a drug that had failed every legitimate trial. The financial architecture of this slaughter was elegant in its depravity: the 1986 National Childhood Vaccine Injury Act had already removed liability from manufacturers, the PREP Act extended that protection to COVID treatments, and hospitals received massive bonuses for every COVID diagnosis, every dose of Remdesivir administered, every ventilator deployed. As Dr. Tenpenny documents in "Zero Accountability in a Failed System," they'd spent decades perfecting this model—from HIV/AIDS where AZT killed more patients than the disease, to the 2003 bird flu where they turned three dairy workers with mild conjunctivitis into justification for culling millions of animals. The system had learned to transform isolated cases into global emergencies, fear into compliance, and compliance into profit. Michelle's father, labeled and isolated, sedated and silenced, represents millions who entered hospitals for routine conditions—diabetic attacks, broken bones, anxiety—only to be swept into protocols that turned healers into executioners. Michelle's testimony transcends mere documentation of medical murder—it becomes a spiritual reckoning with evil itself, what she and Tenpenny recognize as pharmakeia, the biblical sorcery that uses fear to drive people from divine protection toward medical idolatry. "We bowed a knee to the pharmaceutical industry," Michelle writes, describing how Americans abandoned their God-given immune systems for what Tenpenny reveals as ritualistic blood sacrifice: fetal bovine serum extracted from the beating hearts of unborn calves, aborted fetal tissue, aluminum that manufacturers admit after 100 years they still don't understand, all injected into God's temple. Yet Michelle transforms her bottomless grief into iron purpose. Since her father's murder, she has saved other families, helped them escape the hospitals, fought the beast head-on. When she raises her glass—"To my dad. To your dad. Your mom. Your sister. Your son"—she speaks for millions who discovered that the real virus was institutional trust, that the deadliest disease was compliance, that the only pandemic was orchestrated fear. Her father's last words, "Vem cá"—come here—echo as both plea and command: come close enough to see what really happened, to name it truthfully, to ensure that those who architected this massacre through protocols and policies, through Remdesivir and ventilators, through lockdowns that created the stress-induced pneumonias Rancourt documents, face the reckoning that must come. "Merry Christmas, Dad," Michelle writes. "You taught me to fear nothing. And to risk everything. I'm still standing." With thanks to Michelle Tavares.