Exit Fauci. Exit Whitty?

10th August 2022, Seattle Mariners’ stadium. There was something rather emblematic about the most powerful and worst doctor on the planet getting it so publicly wrong. It was as if he were in real danger of throwing the baseball in a diametrically opposite way to his purported intent.

Fauci was bathed in baseball fan cheers at the start of his pandemic roadshow. Feelings have since changed. The sheer audacity of him prancing on to the pitch like an elfin Peter Pan into a coliseum of rednecks at the end of a trail of medicalised slaughter is a definition of pathological denial. If only he could soak up the propagandised adulation of the masses once more before announcing his retirement, it may in his mind prove he is always right. That he and Gallo did deliver a vaccine against AIDS within two years rather than actually fail to for nearly forty.

It should have been his natural safe-space. A Washington home team playing the New York Yankees. But it was nothing of the sort. They booed him as he risked propelling the baseball into his face. No matter, he is infallible. He raised in hands like a gladiator, perhaps, more surprised his shoulder did not dislocate.

So Fauci is retiring, but not, he says, in the classical sense. As if expiring young people wasn’t enough, in retirement he wishes to inspire them. He cannot take their parents’ hint. They, the world over, have already let him know what they think of his final medical act by finally saying, no jab for little Johnny. What would he teach those children? Gain of function, how to be a sociopath, how to harm everyone and nearly get away with it?

The same goes for Whitty. This doctor signed the medical prescription for the Lockdown and the jabs. The, then, new Chancellor, Rishi Sunak says he and others dissented, but the executive was editing the SAGE minutes. Rather than blow the whistle, he became the most profligate accessory to the multiplicity of crimes misconducted in public office. He bank-rolled the whole sham, inducing the country to self-immolate in an orgy of fear, nasal-swabbing and experimental gene therapy.

In 2021, they appointed the AZ jab women Dame, and more importantly, Barbie Shero. They gave her a standing ovation at Wimbledon 2021 just as the clots commenced congealing countrywide, and just before they were locking up Novak ‘Novax’ Djokovic in an Australian clink.

1.5 million MHRA-reported adverse reactions and 2200+ UK deaths later, Rishi Sunak continues to prioritise himself. To steal himself an advantage for the top job, he is doing the noble thing 30 months too late. He says he didn’t agree entirely with lockdown, and the SAGE minutes were doctored. Having shanked one Caesar, he is posturing for the next potential one. He cheerfully broke his own lockdown rules while the minions were being terrorised and tackled to the ground by the police. He can hardly style himself as arch-dissident, now.

Of course, he is not the only coward, but unlike the rest of us, he is a multimillionaire. He could have afforded to be a Barbie Hero. I blame myself, too. What did I do? I wrote. Anonymously. However, I was an early voice. Even one of the PM’s family wanted to speak to me in 2020, but I declined the opportunity of being cancelled. The GMC was already crucifying dissenting doctors, as OFCOM was censoring us. It was guerrilla warfare in the NHS – learning on the job as a proto-dissident how not to be discovered by the thought police, whilst retaining one’s ethical standards of medical practice.

I signed every group medic letter I could to counter the propaganda. There was a certain safety in numbers. Most of my cosignatories were retired, senior medics. I wrote to my MP, the PM, his ministers, journalists, the MHRA, PHE and the RCGP. What the hell are you all doing? I asked, Stand up for, safety, the data, and ethics. Either they did not reply, or they hid behind Whitty and his SAGE advice.

On one cold February evening, in 2022 the boiler blew. Boilerman came to the rescue. Not before relieving me of £600 pounds for two hours work plus parts. I ruefully inquired about the prospect of retraining to join him. He was on better money than me. He wholeheartedly encouraged me. He asked what I did:

Doctor.

What’s wrong with that, Bro? he piped.

Going to get sacked. I refused the covid jabs. Getting ready to relocate to Wales or Scotland.

Don’t do that, Bro! I’ve been everywhere, I’m not jabbed. You can buy negative covid tests and vaccine passports! He began to punch out a phone number, answered by some computer geek who sounded like a teenager.

Bro! screamed the plumber, How much for the jabs?

£400 for numbers one and two.

What about the booster, Bro?

£350, Bro.

The plumber protested, why £350?! (For, surely it had to be £400 divided by two?)

Going rate, Bro.

I explained that I could not possibly be dishonest on point of principle. The GMC does not relentlessly hound plumbers out of house and home. He didn’t get it. But wasn’t that what the government wanted? For us to play the game? As long as we were lulled in to an acceptance of biopharmaceutical state terror, digital ID and a centralised digital currency, in principle, what did the government care?

I suspect that significant swathes of the population are jabbed in digital kind only. I know of medical and nursing colleagues who have compacted with each other to achieve the same.

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I, like much of the sentient population, am traumatised. Being bombarded constantly by the state for three years into a belief that one’s medical training of 30 years no longer works and no longer matters is psychologically very disorientating. Particularly, like me, if one fought it. I lived in a terror. Terror from the State, from colleagues, from my appraiser and some patients. Terrified of my community and their vaccine interest groups. Terrified of becoming ill and being interned in some covid-deranged, algorithmic NHS hospital. Terrified my family and my children would succumb to coercion to poison. None of them did. They are lucky. I am grateful. Perhaps they might have, but for some facets of the phoney pandemic narrative being rapidly countered by a brave few. Some aspects are unraveling more. Notably, now from the very top, if Sunak’s, Fauci’s and Shapp’s derrière-covering manoeuvres are indicative.

No-one in any position of leadership is yet talking about the worst aspects of this most coordinated and sustained criminal act in history: fabricating the statistics, preventing independent medical practice, and locking us up until their poison was ready. Turning a blind eye to vaccine death and injury, censoring professional concerns, and coercing the population to experimental injection.

Dr Whitty could have and should have just said, no, not on my watch. It was easy. There was no justification for any of it. It was wrong, it was dangerous, it was unnecessary. However, he said yes, and with aplomb. His power in government is illustrated by Bob Moran.

By rubber-stamping and promulgating the government’s covid policies, hasn’t Whitty brought the standards and conduct of our medical profession into disrepute, and damaged its public confidence? Has he protected, promoted and maintained the health, safety and well-being of the public? Where is the GMC to regulate and discipline him? Does it merely enable his professional misconduct? His entire government is so bad it should be charged with corporate manslaughter.

First do no harm. He ought to know the medical fundamental. After all, if not Hippocrates, he is the Chief Medical Officer of England and the Chief Medical Advisor to the UK government. He is supposed to be the highest doctor in the land. Yet, he failed in the basics. He did not need to be a doctor to know as much. A child knows as much.

The lack of safety data and the presence of early danger signals in the initial jab studies, the low mortality from SARS-CoV-2 and the absence of a basis for lockdown and other non-pharmaceutical measures were present from the inception of, quite probably, the worst iatrogenic health disaster in history. Only, Whitty seems uncommonly blind to it all. Whitty did not act in the best interests of anyone or everyone, but perhaps only in his own immediate interests. Whitty should resign.

What is even worse, now the pandemic panic has abated, and the wraps are coming off Pfizer’s self-censored, closely-guarded contrary research, the data (including the ONS’s own) is revealing the very damning scale and pattern of excess mortality following lockdown and each roll out of jabs. The JCVI, MHRA, NHSE and government continue to come for us and our children, with dual-strain concoctions of what already is demonstrably unnecessary, dangerous and ineffective. The new, alleged omicron-targeting versions are not tested in humans and compound the rushed, unsafe MHRA, CDC and FDA practices of previous covid jab approvals.

What is Whitty and his government thinking? If Whitty realises he may about to be fingered, how does he live with himself? He has limited exit strategies. He is 56. It is unrealistic for him to take the wrong knee at the Chelsea-Fulham derby and then announce a glorious, postponed Fauci-esque retirement.

Another culpable, leading doctor is Dr June Raine, Chief Executive of the MHRA. She doesn’t think so, at all. Furthermore, she says she no longer believes she is a regulator. It certainly appears she is not able to be regulated. In March 2022, she was filmed, with no sign on contrition, giving a talk at her alma mater. I found it chilling and unreal. She came across as a converted pharmaceutical spokesperson not working primarily for public safety. She acted as if she were a master in command of all facts covid. She used the terms, ‘build back better’, ‘tearing up the rule book’ and ‘layers of parallel working’ (rushing) ‘that can never be turned back’.

The name of her talk? From Watchdog to Enabler. This is concerning. The R is for Regulation. If it is changed from that to E, one gets MHEA, Medicines and Healthcare products Enabling Agency. Even more concerning because she has been enabling a MHRA principal funder, Bill Gates, to make billions more from his wonderful vaccines by blindsiding her own damning MHRA injury and death statistics. What is she thinking? Why isn’t she doing something to regulate the madness? Dr Raine was appointed Dame ‘for services to Healthcare and the Covid-19 Response’.

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Incidentally, the NHS is on fxxxxxg fire. I said so to my practice manager. She readily agreed. Never has it been so bad. It is razing itself to the ground in the heat of its own lies, aggression and failures. A staff united around basic medical ethics could have easily extinguished the flames, but no one seemed to care.

One work colleague particular intrigues me. Like others, he continues to choose to prowl around the practice like a startled meerkat with a perma-mask. I haven’t seen his face for months. It was already baffling, but became even more so. His face-to-face patient was diverted to me by the receptionist. The reason given on the computerised appointment was ‘not vaccinated’. It was confusing. Who was not vaccinated? My colleague, me, or the patient? And, so what? In the fog of NHS time pressures, I did not have time to conduct an investigation. It would also have invited an uncomfortable conversation about my own, unknown un-injected status. The diversion begged a question. Had my meerkat colleague declined to see a patient because he was not, or his patient was not injected?

The patients know the crack. Most are done with masks and serial jabs. They are too polite to say so, unless invited to. When invited, they do not hold back. The baby boomers know the taxes they paid for healthcare from cradle to grave have been squandered. Everything NHS is rendered telephonic and spastic by covid. Designed to pretend to be delivering healthcare. The public are no longer fooled. Just as they resigned themselves to being lab rats, they have resigned themselves to undiagnosed and untreated cancers. There has been a palpable increased prevalence or incidence of cancers in my practice. It is reasonable to suspect this is due to misguided covid policy, and as research suggests, the covid jabs. Skin and bladder cancers seem very prominent where I am. The dermatology service have given up even pretending photographs can diagnose cancer within the gold standard two weeks. The reply now is, we’re sorry we simply cannot see your patient for at least 6 months.

From reading a patient’s notes it can all look so meticulously documented and competent, with regular appointments, contacts and consultations. But the in vivo, rotting patient tells the real story, once he or she manages to get an appointment face-to-face. They have actually not been seen for over two years. Everything, from physiotherapy, cardiology, general practice and reviews of longterm conditions has been over the phone, or ‘telephonic’ as some of my colleagues formalise this most negligent of practices. Home visits are the most time-consuming consultations. The current capacity, resources and will for this are nearly zero. Visits to the most vulnerable at home are severely rationed beyond the point of danger. It is always shocking to me. It is the wrong way round. Only the fittest, least vulnerable, and most assertive in our transformed Hunger Games NHS possess the prowess to physically cross the threshold to meet a doctor. It is such a lowly standard of medical practice. Certifying the dead by video call is a new inhuman low for NHS Digital.

Where does that leave patients? To fester or to private practice. This is exactly how it is going.

It is most distressing to deal with ever-poorer patients who have been led to believe the NHS has healthcare that it no longer can afford or deliver. It is even worse when someone who is malnourished and cannot afford adequate clothing asks for a letter of private referral for basic radiological investigations. Wouldn’t it be best to admit failure so patients can either make other arrangements or otherwise organise a rebellion?

When thinking of Fauci and Whitty I cannot help but think of Dr Harold Shipman. Aside from history’s tyrants, Shipman is one of the modern world’s most prolific serial killers. The other two doctors are, arguably, measurably worse in the harm each has caused to their country’s health and mortality rates. The data is becoming more damning. On the evidence it can be construed that there was no exceptionally fatal respiratory viral infection pandemic, and further, not only a test-demic but also widely injurious and fatal lockdown and vaccine-induced pandemics. This recent German paper encompasses most of it, and is summarised by eugyppius.

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The staff attrition rate in general practice is astonishing. Illness, sabbaticals, resignation, nervous breakdown, retraining, lay-off, it is all happening. GP medical partners are jumping ship and selling out to private enterprise. They cannot bear it. Is some element of the exodus professional guilt? A nagging consciousness of the degradation within their professional souls? I hope so. One cannot hold a rictus smile, forever. Covid has been the final nail. Very soon, general practice will fall the same way as NHS dentists in the 1990s. There will be none. The cancerous will join the edentulous on the streets. In one, already-failing practice pretending to offer care via handset and batteries of remote, platitudinal investigations (instigated by covid policy), 4 out of 10 doctors were laid off, including me. How, I asked, would they deliver proper healthcare? The manager’s reply was ironic. The (company-owned) practice could not afford to offset the recent 1.25% National Insurance levy without cutting staff. This is Sunak’s extra tax to revive the NHS after he first exsanguinated it under guise of covid. He has zombified it.

The boomers know they cannot expect timely nor safe healthcare, anymore. But they are gracious and grateful, We’ve been lucky until now. They are right, they were the golden billion. They rode the crest of the post-imperial wave. What about you younger ones? It is not just the want of health and jobs for them, it is soon to be the want of the basic means to survive.

I will never implicitly trust a pharmaceutical product, drug company, royal college, medical journal or the State again. Not least vaccines or the NHS. This is how it has to be. It is not ideal when one is a NHS doctor. This is the damage wanton greed and a total disregard of people creates.

The profession’s complicit silence is killing its own young doctors: their death rate is 23 times more post-second jab in Canada, a country rabid for toxin mandates. The profession cannot even protect its own, having transformed into lame ducks and lemmings (as well as masked meerkats) at the click of a tyrant’s fingers.

Do not believe the tyranny is over. It has only just begun. There is no room for complacency.

1st September 2022

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The Covid Physician is (still) an unheroic NHS doctor. This article is a personal view and does not necessarily represent the views of the NHS. Patient details have been anonymised.

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