Nancy Schmidt

This is not be forgotten by voters come midterms.

Just one year ago I was a daily Ben Shapiro listener 😬😬 It took embarrassingly long to wake up but the more I let myself listen to what was happening in Gaza the more sickened I became that so many people did not care—or worse, were gleeful about it. Anyone else?

So no more Honeynut Cheerios?????

Have you heard about the 3iAtlas comet?

Since Flock loves to track our locations, it only seems fair that we know theirs. Flock Safety's new GA plant is located at 1885 Mitchell Rd, Smyrna, GA 30082 Flock went to great lengths to keep that address hidden. That probably means it should be public info.

Some snakes are very much adjoined. These two were joined at the hip. We don’t say [his] name for a very good reason. [30]

Michael Fanone claimed Lindsey Graham told officers in a May 2021 private meeting, “You guys should have shot them all in the head” referring to the J6’ers Lindsey Graham never denied it.. never sued him.. and his office declined to comment when asked if it was true. rumble.com/v7cmhm4-lindse…

@WallStreetMav Ask Grok.

What is the difference between explosive parasitic diarrhea and normal diarrhea? Asking for a friend.

@deluxe_pepe Also, where she defended leftists. She didn't.

@deluxe_pepe Please post where she defended all the Trans shooters? Cause I'm seeing just the opposite.

Candace defended the lefty violence She defended all the trans shooters She is the Psyop and all the people that fell for that haven't learned a thing

@MKoningComedy @hearforfreespch @ninoboxer You're a paid manipulator and not very good at it. OR you lack critical thinking skills and swallowed the fed slop whole. Have a nice day stooge.

@NancySc69156303 @hearforfreespch @ninoboxer LOL even when there is a crazy leftist that admitted to killing him? It’s not a defense. It just weird how people are willfully looking past all the evidence to blame Charlie’s Wife. And it’s usually ugly women blaming Erika lol.

I need to take a step back to collect myself and think about what is really happening behind the scenes as this Tyler Robinson trial takes place.. This is an obvious distraction and deep state magician trick The question is what is this distracting us from? Give me your thoughts

@MKoningComedy @hearforfreespch @ninoboxer The ' Grieving Widow' defense is lame. Every widow or widower is the first suspect when a spouse has been murdered. It's emotional manipulation meant to shame people and that horse has been beaten to death. Doesn't mean anything any more.

@hearforfreespch @ninoboxer You need help.

🚨 FDA Petition: Irradiate wheat flour with 30 kGy radiation — enough to instantly kill a human. And they’re calling radiation a “food additive”? This is what they’re doing to our bread and staples while fighting labeling. Read 🔗 tomrenz.substack.com/p/will-the-fda… This is NOT MAHA!! Our kids’ food shouldn’t be nuked. 😡

Wherever colonies of Muslims set up, church fires soon follow. Look no further than Europe where hundreds of churches have burned

@RealJamesWoods My question is, why is the re tweet button not working. Says only followers of real James Woods can re-tweet. I have followed him since 2018. I can post replies, but not re-tweet. Glitch or censorship?

Measles and Crohn's disease - Daszak and Wakefield. pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/9215145/

Stay focused. 🕵️ 🇮🇱 🇺🇸 🫡 👎

@MissySue333 @TruthRabbit777 Ivermectin is parasite specific. It doesn't kill all types, or if it does it doesn't kill all life stages of a parasite.

@MissySue333 @TruthRabbit777 I think Ivermectin does not target all parasites. Same with Fenben. They are not a panacea or a cure for everything.

Got health problems? Start here... "My wife Kelly had been taking the Holior Wormwood softgels for just 11 days when something slid out of her that made me question everything I thought I knew about gut health. Rope-like masses. Thick, mucus-covered strands that looked like something pulled from a clogged drain. Biofilm. And the parasites that had been hiding behind it. Kelly called me into the bathroom that morning, her hands shaking. "John... what IS this?" I stared at the toilet. Then at her. Then back at the toilet. And I'm supposed to know better — I'm a nutritionist. I've spent 15 years helping clients fix digestive issues. I've written meal plans for hundreds of people. I've lectured on gut health at wellness conferences. But for two years, I watched my own wife disappear inside a sleep-deprived, exhausted shell of herself and I had no idea what was actually wrong. It started with the bathroom. Around 3:14 AM. Every single night. Kelly's eyes would snap open like something flipped a switch inside her body. Not a bad dream. Not noise. Awake. Alert. Itching. Itching down there. The kind of itch a woman doesn't talk about. The kind that wakes you up scratching and you tell yourself it's hormonal. It's irritation. It's anything else. It wasn't anything else. And the stool. God, the stool. Sticky. Always sticky. The kind that takes ten wipes and still doesn't feel clean. The kind that leaves a film in the bowl that water won't move. Floating. Mucus-coated. Sometimes with little flecks she couldn't identify and refused to look closer at. Every. Single. Day. For two years. She'd drag herself out of bed already running on empty. By noon, the bloating would start — her stomach blowing up like a balloon until she looked six months pregnant. Brain fog so thick she'd forget our kids' names mid-sentence. But it was the itching and the sticky stool that scared us. Because it wasn't random. It was on a schedule. And nothing we did could stop it. And I threw every nutritionist trick I had at it. Elimination diets. Probiotics. Digestive enzymes. Bone broth. Fermented foods. Low-FODMAP. Gluten-free. Dairy-free. We spent over $4,000 on functional medicine protocols. Nothing worked. Her gastroenterologist ran every test. Came back clean. His diagnosis: "IBS. It's very common in women over 45. Manage stress. Eat more fiber." Fiber made it worse. And she was still waking up at 3:14 AM every single night clawing at herself like clockwork. The bloating piled on top of the exhaustion until she could barely function. I'd watch Kelly unbutton her pants by 2 PM every single day just to breathe. She stopped eating lunch at work to avoid looking six months pregnant in meetings. She bought a whole new wardrobe of loose, flowing tops to hide what was happening to her body. One night she broke down completely. We were lying in bed — it was around 3:14 again, both of us wide awake, her trying not to scratch, staring at the dark ceiling. "I can't do this anymore, John. I can't keep waking up like this. I haven't slept through the night in two years. I eat clean. I follow everything you tell me. And I still feel like something's eating me alive from the inside. What's wrong with me? Why can't you fix me?" That hit different. Because she was right. I'm the expert. I'm supposed to know how bodies work. And I had absolutely no answers for my own wife. So I stopped thinking like a nutritionist and started thinking like a researcher. Four months of digging through medical journals, ancient medicine texts, parasitology studies. I wasn't reading about digestion anymore. I was reading about what lives inside us when our bodies stop being able to fight back. That's when I found it. A study out of a European research hospital showing that 60% of patients diagnosed with IBS had parasitic infections that standard tests completely missed. But that study raised a bigger question — why do some people get parasites and others don't? What makes certain guts vulnerable? That's when I found a parasitology journal that changed everything. Parasites don't just randomly infect people. They need the right environment to survive and multiply. And that environment is a gut wall that's been silently perforated and a biofilm they've spent months constructing. Here's the part I'd never connected — and honestly, it made me sick when I finally saw it. Every day you eat. Every day your gut does its job. Filtering nutrients. Absorbing iron. Passing waste. Normal. But when an organism establishes itself in your intestinal wall — and they do, more often than anyone wants to admit — it doesn't just sit there. It builds a fortress. It's called biofilm — a thick, mucus-like coating that wraps around the parasites and glues them to your intestinal lining. Your immune cells can't penetrate it. Antibodies bounce off it. Lab tests can't detect what's hiding underneath it. They're living inside a bunker made of slime. And here's where the symptoms start making sense. The itching at 3 AM around her backside? That's not random. Female pinworms migrate out of the rectum at night to lay eggs on the perianal skin. They do it on a schedule — usually between 2 and 4 AM — because that's when body temperature drops and the host is still. That's the itch nobody wants to talk about. That's why no cream ever fixed it. The sticky stool? Biofilm. Mucus they produce to protect themselves. It coats everything that comes through the bowel. That's why the wiping never ends. That's why the bowl looks like that. The bloating? Their waste. Their gas. The fermentation byproducts of organisms living off your food before you can absorb it. The brain fog? Their toxins crossing into your bloodstream through the perforated gut wall. The 3 AM wake-ups? Parasites are nocturnal. Most active between midnight and 4 AM — feeding, releasing toxins, reproducing, migrating to lay eggs. That's what was setting Kelly's alarm. That's what was waking her up to scratch. That's why Kelly's tests came back clean. That's why two years of protocols did nothing. The organisms were dug in behind biofilm, and the standard testing couldn't see what was hiding underneath. But here's the part that made my stomach turn. Even if you kill the adults, you're not done. Because parasites have three life stages. Adults. Eggs. Larvae. Ivermectin kills adults. Most herbal singles kill adults. The "parasite kits" you find online kill adults. None of them touch the eggs cemented into the gut wall. None of them reach the larvae encysted in tissue. And six to eight weeks later, the next generation hatches and you're right back where you started — itching at 3 AM, sticky stool, bloated by noon. You're trapped. Kill the adults and the lifecycle keeps spinning. And meanwhile the gut wall they've been feeding on stays perforated. Inflammation continues. Nothing heals. Unless you do all of it at the same time. I found a parasitologist in Germany who'd been studying this for 30 years. I sent him Kelly's case. His response came back in two days: "Your wife has a lifecycle problem and a gut repair problem. They have to be addressed together — not separately. Otherwise, the next hatching wave will reinfect her in the same six-week window the data predicts." He sent me four compounds. Wormwood extract — used in ancient Chinese medicine and European folk remedies for over 2,000 years. Artemisinin disrupts adult parasite cellular membranes. Adults. Black walnut hull — juglone creates a hostile intestinal pH the eggs cannot survive. Eggs. Clove bud — inhibits egg hatching, breaking the cycle at its origin. Eggs and next generation. Pumpkin seed — cucurbitacin paralyzes larvae before they can encyst. Larvae. Adults. Eggs. Larvae. Every life stage covered. And a synergistic herbal complex that doesn't kill anything — it rebuilds the gut wall the parasites perforated. Seals the lining. Restores the villi. Lets the system actually heal once the load is gone. But here's what made me angry. I brought this to Kelly's gastroenterologist. Printed the studies. Showed him the research. He skimmed it for maybe 90 seconds. Handed it back. "We don't treat parasites unless we can confirm them with testing. Her tests were negative." I told him the tests miss 70-90% of biofilm-protected parasites. He didn't care. "If you want to try supplements, that's your choice. But I can't recommend something that's not FDA-approved for IBS." That's when it hit me. He wasn't trying to cure her. He was trying to manage her. Keep her coming back. Keep her on medications that don't work. Because if she got better, she'd stop being a patient. So I stopped asking for permission. I started looking for a source. Most parasite cleanse products are garbage — single-ingredient capsules that only handle one life stage. Or three-herb kits missing pumpkin seed for larvae. Or generic blends with no synergistic gut repair complex. That's when I found Holior Wormwood buried in a forum thread about lifecycle coverage. Small company. Strict purity sourcing. The full four-compound protocol — wormwood, black walnut hull, clove, pumpkin seed — plus the synergistic herbal complex for gut repair. All in one softgel. I didn't tell Kelly it was a miracle cure. I didn't hype it up. I just said, "I found something. It's worth trying. One softgel with breakfast, one with dinner. If it doesn't work in three weeks, we'll stop." She looked at me like I'd already failed her a hundred times. But she took the first softgel anyway. Three days in, she was in the bathroom more than usual. Not diarrhea. Just... movement. Things shifting that hadn't moved in years. By day seven, she woke up and her stomach was flat. Actually flat. She stood in front of the mirror for ten minutes, turning sideways, pressing her hands against her abdomen like she didn't believe it was real. "I don't know if this is the softgels or just a fluke," she said. "But I haven't woken up itching in two years." Day eleven. That's when it started coming out. She called me into the bathroom, pale, shaking. There were thick, rope-like strands in the toilet. Mucus-covered. Dark. Exactly what I'd seen in the research images but never thought I'd actually see in real life. Biofilm. And the parasites that had been living underneath it. We just stood there staring at it. Kelly started crying. Not sad crying. Angry crying. "This was inside me the whole time. And nobody found it. Nobody even looked." Over the next two weeks, more came out. Not every day. But enough that we knew it was real. The adults were dying. The biofilm was breaking down. The eggs weren't hatching because the clove was blocking them. The larvae weren't encysting because the pumpkin seed was paralyzing them first. And the gut wall — finally — was getting a chance to heal. By day fourteen, she buttoned her jeans in the morning and they stayed buttoned all day. No 2 PM panic. No unbuttoning in the car. All day. The stool changed. No more sticky. No more film. No more ten wipes. Just normal stool that flushed cleanly the first time. Day eighteen. She slept through the night. No waking up at 3:14 AM. No itching. No eyes snapping open. No lying there staring at the ceiling waiting for morning. For the first time in over two years, she slept the whole night. She came downstairs the next morning and just stood in the doorway looking at me. I could see it in her face before she said a word. She walked over and hugged me. Didn't say anything. Just held on. Her whole body was shaking. I held her back and neither of us moved. Because we both knew what it meant. Whatever had been feeding inside her, whatever had been setting that alarm and that itch every single night for two years — it was dying. And its eggs weren't hatching. And the gut it had perforated was finally being given a chance to repair. That was the morning I knew it was over. By day twenty-three, the brain fog lifted. She remembered our anniversary without me reminding her. Remembered where she'd put her keys. Didn't lose her train of thought halfway through sentences. Day twenty-eight, I looked at her across the kitchen table and thought, "That's my wife. She's back." Flat stomach. Clear eyes. Energy she hadn't had in years. No more itching. No more sticky stool. Not "better." Completely reset. And here's the strangest part — once people saw what happened to Kelly, they started asking questions. My client Sarah had been battling bloating so severe she looked pregnant. Sticky stool for years. Tried every elimination diet I'd ever recommended. Nothing worked. Two weeks on Holior Wormwood, her stomach was flat for the first time in five years. "I can eat bread again," she told me, almost crying. "And I'm finally clean when I wipe." My buddy Mike — hadn't slept through the night in 18 months. 3 AM wake-ups like clockwork. Exhausted all day. Eczema patches on his elbows that never cleared. Week two on Holior Wormwood, the wake-ups stopped. The eczema patches started fading. "I feel like I'm 30 again," he said. "I forgot what it felt like to actually sleep." Linda — spent $6,000 on functional medicine protocols that didn't touch her symptoms. Holior Wormwood was a fraction of that. Three weeks later, completely transformed. "I'm furious," she told me. "I'm furious no one told me about this sooner." Every single one of them had been diagnosed with IBS. Every single one had parasites hiding behind biofilm, with eggs and larvae nobody had ever targeted. And every single one of their doctors missed it. Here's what I know now, after two years of failing my own wife and then finally figuring it out: If your wife wakes up at the same time every night — 3 AM, 3:14, 3:30 — itching, like something inside her is setting an alarm she can't shut off, if she's bloated all day, if her stool is sticky and won't flush clean, if she's exhausted no matter how much she sleeps — It's not IBS. It's not hormones. It's not stress. It's a lifecycle that nobody has ever fully closed. Adults that get killed and replaced six weeks later. Eggs in the gut wall that nobody touches. Larvae encysted in tissue that nobody reaches. And a gut wall that's been perforated for years with no repair agent in sight. Her doctor won't find it because he's not looking for it. I didn't find it for two years, and I'm supposed to be the expert. But Holior Wormwood covers all three life stages and rebuilds the gut at the same time. The biofilm breaks down. The toxins clear. Her body resets. Kelly's been on Holior Wormwood for nine months now. Flat stomach every morning. Sleeps through every night. No itching. No sticky stool. Eats whatever she wants. Lives like a normal person again. Her gastroenterologist saw her last month. Stunned. "Your IBS is completely gone. What did you do?" She told him. Adults. Eggs. Larvae. Gut repair. Holior Wormwood. He wrote "alternative treatment" in her chart and moved on to his next patient. Last week she told me, "You gave me my life back. I'm not that exhausted, sleepless, itchy ghost anymore. I'm myself again." If your wife is suffering the way Kelly was, you don't need a doctor's permission. You don't need more tests. You don't need another $4,000 protocol. You need Holior Wormwood. 30-day guarantee. If it doesn't work, full refund. But it will work. Because it's not IBS. And Holior Wormwood fixes what's actually causing it. Three weeks from now, you, your wife or someone you know could be living proof."