As my long-time readers know, I’ve presented much evidence for the conclusion that SARS-CoV-2 doesn’t exist—and by implication, other viruses don’t exist, either.
This article isn’t that. It’s another episode in my continuing series of interviews with the purported viruses themselves.
Why not go the source? Why not give them a chance to speak?
I found this specimen in a deserted bar in Denver, on a Monday afternoon (after the Broncos had lost another game the day before, in a stunning demonstration of ineptitude.)
He was sitting there having a beer and reading a comic book version of Moby Dick:
—You’re SARS-CoV-2?
That’s right.
Do you exist?
I’m purported.
What does that mean?
I’m not real.
So what the hell are you?
I’m trapped. I’m trying to get out.
Get out of what?
Sartre once said, “Hell is other people.”
And?
I’m a social construct. People have brought me into this world.
From where?