The Land of Gibberish: my new metaphor for the spike protein lunacy

I’ve published, several times, my analysis of the claim that COVID vaccines force the cells of the body to produce the spike protein. (For example, see here and here.)

It’s a very simple analysis. So far, no doctor or reporter has challenged it. Well, one reporter dismissed it by saying she didn’t think it was correct. No details. No counter-argument. Just “I don’t think so.” Brilliant.

So now I’ve cooked up a metaphor that makes my analysis more colorful:

In a Land called Gibberish, the ruling government, which employed all the people, was devoted solely to injections.

Every six weeks, without exception, citizens were required to take shots made from the fruit of the Loogoo tree. To prevent illness.

The shots didn’t work. In fact, right after each mass injection, people fell ill and dropped dead.

But this didn’t stop the practice.

To “manufacture” the injection, workers drained juice from the fruit of the Loogoo tree. 5000 fruits produced one ounce of juice.

Therefore every citizen was engaged in the full-time job of growing Loogoo trees, picking the fruit, and extracting the juice for the shot.

Every child learned in school that the juice compelled the body to make a substance called Green Shite. That effect was the whole purpose of the injection.

According to the theory, Green Shite conferred protection against all illness.

This was the theory and the dictum and the rule and the promise and the claim and the ironclad law.

For 500 years, the Land of Gibberish lived by this law.

But then one day, during a Town Square meeting to dedicate a statue to the injections, a citizen said:

“You know, we’ve never tested ourselves, during the past 500 years, to actually see whether the injections produce Green Shite in our bodies.”

He said, “The whole purpose of our Land is the injections. To protect us from illness. How? By forcing our cells to make Green Shite. But really, we don’t know whether this is happening. We’ve never tested to see whether it’s happening.”

He said, “Suppose it isn’t happening? Or suppose only a few of us are producing Green Shite? Shouldn’t we know what’s going on here?”

But you see, this man wasn’t speaking Gibberish. Failing to do so was a major offense. So the crowd in the Town Square grabbed him and pushed him to the edge of a cliff and threw him off.

This event sparked a hundred years of rebellion, counter-rebellion, and all out chaos. Because more people stopped speaking Gibberish.

Finally, the government made a definitive statement on the issue. They might have thought of doing this sooner, but alas, this WAS the Land of Gibberish.

The government stated: