My Mom called me this morning. She just got out of hospital, still recovering from "COVID". My father died on February 4th, 2021, in a different hospital from "COVID". I don't know much more than that. They were both born in 1946. He was 74.

He was an anesthesiologist for over a decade in the 1970s and I think into the 1980s, apparently among the top 10 in Canada. He didn't like it - barely meeting people to just knock them out for a while - very impersonal.

He was Chief Medical Physician for Ford Motor Company Canada for many years before he got tired of being squeezed by management and the unions who threatened his family (Though just more politics, unions are better than nothing. Thick or thin, soft or not, a pillow over the face with a boot on it. Superior for individuals and communities are democratic cooperative workplaces that share ownership, decisions, and profits. I digress.)

For decades he was general practitioner of the small town Harrow Clinic, the southern-most clinic in all of Canada. Windsor, Ontario has a population of 200+ thousand people, and some patients would knock on our door at all hours. (Our number and address were listed in the phone books.) This was resolved with a practice in Harrow, a 30 minute drive south of Windsor, where folks were closer to Windsor hospitals than our home. He got to know his small community well, and they him. His clinic's motto was "Life is good"^*.

IMO, he was a great doctor and helped countless people, and helped relieve as much suffering as possible. (Just the other day my elderly neighbour came to tell me about the RCMP harassing him for sharing COVID doubts, /s/VaccineSkepticism, and /s/LockdownSkepticism on Facebook. Regarding his sick and problematically demented elderly sister, I mentioned that perhaps I should call my dad to pull strings and get her into the old folks home in Harrow. Little did I know.) My father had diverse interests, and in my youth was the only person who could beat me at Trivial Pursuit and Jeopardy.

IMO, he was also a bipolar curmudgeon with a temper on a trigger, a shitty father at times, and perpetually even more disorganized than I am. My Mom helped balance much of this. Reflecting on my anti-authoritarian tendencies, I don't know which kindled my resistance more - the tyranny of school and employers or my father's dictatorship. In many ways I'm extremely different while in so many ways I'm the same, pros and cons. At the very least I try to be as self-aware and self-critical as possible, perhaps even paralyzingly so. As the firstborn of 3 brothers, I always broke the ice and received the brunt of the most of his fury, on par or second only to my Mom. (One brother is a chiropractor and my other a private school principle (a bossy dick and corrupter of rich little minds), and I became a creative director / animator.) All of my life I have been determined NOT to pass on my genetics (better than average but flawed), and, critically important, never to become another moody parent.

To be fair and grateful, I would say that all my life, not just as a kid, my parents did the best they knew how. They were always well-intentioned, and often very generous within their means. I credit them for my morality (I reject their Christianity but can remain ethical), generosity, openness, and eagerness to help and improve the world, rather than to manipulate, deceive, and exploit. They went above and beyond to bring us many experiences most people would never have. Yet they were ever so often completely tone-deaf to what we wanted as individuals and what kinds of support we really needed. It is what it is. I respect but don't envy their burdens, and that's why I won't ever take them on.

Because I had blind faith in his allopathic pill-pusher (and flu vaccinator) profession, a dozen years ago I started taking "anti"-depressant torture-poisons that nearly killed me several times. (I don't blame my father for this. I blame my genetics, many circumstances, impotent doctors under corrupt Big Pharma, and the evil /s/Corporatocracy.) That destroyed my life and career, yet I've been slowly crawling out of that pit of despair. (Ironically, 2020 was my best year since 2007.) I had nothing to live for other than curiosity with time - and with that I've come to understand how everything is rigged in favour of the globalist Zionist corporatocracy, without exception. Obviously it didn't work out for me. For some it does work, I guess.

On mood medications, my father seemed like a tranquilized zombie for the the last dozen years, give or take, which finally brought a peace but certainly no closeness for the damage was done. At best I saw him a couple times a year even though my parents live directly across the road. I had/have yet to redeem myself by reaching "success" again. It would have been nice to be more than a failure, not to rub it in his face, but simply to be more than tolerated. (To be clear, he'd not said as much, but this is my impression, and IMO the reality.) More over, if I were to find "success" in my new fields of interest (exposing corrupt rigged establishment scams, too many to count, none lucrative) it might lend more support to the outrageous claims I've made, largely on deaf ears, who refuse to look at the mountains of outrageous evidence.

To my knowledge, the only time my physician father learned the American Medical Association and Canadian Medical Association were founded by the snake-oil Rockefellers, was when I told him soon after I got deep-woke to corrupt-power starting around 2014. (I'd always been a skeptic of JFK and 9/11 but I didn't realize how it's ALL connected, rigged, and dominated.) Unfortunately his knee-jerk defensiveness took any criticism of the medical establishment and Big Pharma as a direct criticism upon him. I wouldn't assume you were criticizing me if you complained about the advertising / entertainment industries and/or TV commercials / animation, even if they were my own.

Why am I making this all about me and my conspiracy theories? I guess that's just who I am now, and maybe you'll indulge my deep navel gazing a little more.

It doesn't matter now, obviously, but I would have liked to have proven him wrong about me. As the black sheep of the family, often determined and stubbornly focused, aware yet oblivious, always a better editor than performer, etc etc etc, I've had intermittent successes in life despite being intolerant of authoritarian injustices and bouncing around North America a lot, all while being bipolar, like my father and other family. It would still be nice to find focus and success to show my Mom.

I didn't expect it quite this soon, but I've certainly considered their mortality often and frequently, as well as my own. Obviously the clock ran out before I could avoid being a permanent disappointment. I know they did their best with what they had, for my brothers and I, and in life. In writing these sentiments, my eyes welled at moments, yet I shed no tears for my father. I don't write to ask for sympathy nor condolences, for I need none. I will only need support in future endeavours (coming soon). If I'm lucky, I guess I've got about 25 more years. Then, ultimately, as all things must, I will one day pass too.

Last year my father had an exceptionally bad "flu", before and including Christmas 2019 into the new crazy year. (How did they know it would be a "New Normal"? It's almost like they planned the "Lockstep Lockdown" and "The Great Reset" after "Event 201" for their "/s/Agenda21_Agenda2030". Everyone should skeptically investigate these critical topics.) Without more information I can only speculate that he had whatever they call "COVID-19" before they hyper-politicized it and ramped up the fear-porn and hysteria from March onward. If I'm not mistaken, it plagued him over the last year - along with his diabetes from being overweight.

I do NOT believe in this scamdemic nor that it's a legitimate excuse for tyrannical lockdowns.

I am anti-scientism and anti-totalitarian. I am NOT against open-science.

Scientism is a blind faith dogma in the benevolence of corporations making obscene profits from their allegedly safe but very secret and privatized so-called "science". Never settled, authentic science is a transparent discovery and open verification process of elimination based on hypotheses. Since many factors may corrupt this process it must be openly verifiable to eliminate junk science from legitimate results.

Quarantine the sick and weak. Lockdown is /s/Tyranny.

This death count has only just begun, as the globalist manufactured looming /s/FoodCrises (plural) is bringing mass starvation.

Whether you have no idea what I'm talking about or share some skepticism, it's time to completely reject ALL corporate media, corporate entertainment, and politics to seek out alternative independent media who critically analyze how the corrupt levers of power operate, oppress, exploit, and exterminate. All power corrupts absolutely. All "experts", authorities, corporations, and governments are evil mafias. /s/ClassWar is upon us and mass murder is nothing new to the /s/RulingClass.

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* My stalled and overwhelming major project, "Bittersweet Seeds" (cautionary screenplay to storyboard to graphic novel to feature film), gets half of that title from a character saying, "Life is not good. Life is not a bitch. Life is bittersweet."