This email just came in today, from an old friend. The details are even worse than the headline.
I’m 48 going on 49. Some tread left, or so I hope. Lots of help from dozens – no, hundreds – of scientists and data analysts.
And I promise the billionaire boys this:
By the time I’m done the world will know what you knew and when you knew it. This isn’t about depopulation conspiracy theories; it’s about a drug – not a vaccine, this isn’t a vaccine by any reasonable definition – you rushed to market with the promise of zero liability and tens of billions of dollars in profits, a drug that looks worse by the week. It’s about risking the hearts of healthy kids to make morbidly obese adults feel a little better; it’s about getting the result you want in a clinical trial after a few months and blowing up the trial – for a drug that is supposed to be given to billions of people – and not once, but over and over.
So, yeah, I’m not going to forget. I don’t feel pity, or remorse, or fear, and I absolutely will not stop until the truth comes out.
Let the chips fall.
Y’all have yourself a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!