David Shirk

CALL ME CRAZY, BUT "WE THE PEOPLE" DESERVE A REFUND FOR ALL OF THE FRAUD WE'VE PAID FOR!

I was born in 1961 IN AMERICA. So my name is William Michael Holte, not Muhammad, Mohamed, Kwame, Kofi or Bakari. I’m not African-American, I’m American. I’m not a black American, I’m American. My loyalty belongs to America, not to any fake African identity. My history is American history, not African history. My colors are red, white, and blue - not red, black, and green. My anthem is the Star-Spangled Banner, not the Black National Anthem. My flag is the Stars and Stripes, not the African Union banner. My symbol is the bald eagle, not the Black Power fist or the letters "BLM." I celebrate Christmas, not Kwanzaa. I celebrate Independence Day, not Juneteenth. I went to a white Catholic college, not an HBCU. I got ahead through hard work and good education, not DEI and Affirmative Action. In school, I recited The Pledge of Allegiance TO AMERICA. I support The U.S. Constitution, not the weaponization of it against American citizens. My future is tied to America’s success, not to racist democrat takeover policies. And my president is Donald J Trump, not anybody else. Who's with me on this?

JUST IN 🚨 Nick Shirley just announced he will be dropping a video despite Gavin Newsom trying to pass “Stop Nick Shirley” Act tomorrow THIS IS GOING TO BE HUGE 🔥

NICK SHIRLEY IS BEING PERSECUTED FOR UNCOVERING MINNESOTA AND CALIFORNIA HEALTHCARE FRAUD DO YOU SUPPORT HIM? A. Yes B. No

Should America do the same?

🇺🇸And were the problem?🇺🇸

WTF?! 😳 🤬

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In 1900, John D. Rockefeller controlled approximately 90 percent of all petroleum refining in the United States. He was, by some calculations, the richest private individual who had ever lived. He had a problem. Scientists were discovering that compounds derived from coal tar, a petroleum byproduct, could be used as synthetic medicines. Aspirin, derived from coal tar, had been launched by Bayer in 1899. The petroleum waste stream Rockefeller had previously had to dispose of could now be sold back to the public as medicine at a markup of roughly 10,000 percent. He had another problem. American medicine in 1900 was a competitive ecosystem of homeopaths, herbalists, naturopaths, osteopaths, midwives, and traditional doctors who used food, plants, water, and lifestyle as the primary tools of healing. Approximately half of all American medical schools taught some form of natural or alternative medicine. Rockefeller bought into the German pharmaceutical industry, eventually taking a substantial stake in IG Farben, the conglomerate that included Bayer, BASF, and Hoechst. He then commissioned a report. The report was written by Abraham Flexner, an educator with no medical training, funded by the Rockefeller and Carnegie Foundations, and published in 1910. It declared that natural and alternative medical schools were unscientific quackery. It recommended the closure of more than half of all American medical schools and the standardisation of the rest around medicine based on synthetic patented drugs. Congress acted. Half of American medical schools closed within a decade. The remainder accepted Rockefeller and Carnegie funding on the condition that their curricula be reorganised around pharmaceutical treatment. Nutrition was removed. Herbal medicine was removed. Lifestyle intervention was removed. The doctor's job was redefined: diagnose the symptom, prescribe the drug. The drugs were petroleum-derived. The petroleum was supplied by Rockefeller-controlled refineries. The medical schools were funded by Rockefeller. The journals were funded by Rockefeller. The AMA was supported by Rockefeller. The hospitals were funded by Rockefeller. By 1925, the American medical system was a vertically integrated extension of the petroleum industry, operating under the marketing slogan that it was scientific. This is the system that exists today. The pharmaceutical industry generates approximately $1.5 trillion in annual revenue. The American population, 4 percent of the global total, consumes approximately 50 percent of all pharmaceuticals manufactured. The system was not designed to make people healthy. The system was designed to manage symptoms in a way that produces lifetime customers. A healthy patient is a former customer. A managed patient, who takes the pill every day for the rest of their life, is an annuity. The objective has always been to keep you in that profitable corridor between healthy and dead. Long enough to keep buying. Not so well that you stop. The doctor who advises you to fix your metabolism by changing your diet is, from the point of view of the system that trained him, a defective product. The doctor who prescribes you a statin, a metformin, an antidepressant, and a blood pressure medication for life is performing exactly as designed. The system was designed by an oil baron who needed to sell the waste products of his refineries. It still functions, 116 years after the Flexner Report, exactly the way he designed it. You are the customer. The corridor is where you live.

Philly Mayor Charelle Parker: "How dare you tell me, as mayor, how to tax you?"

Obama deserves to DIE in prison! Karoline Leavitt: “While publicly pretending to support a peaceful transfer of power, Barack Obama privately worked to sabotage President Trump. Newly declassified evidence from the DNI proves the Obama administration manufactured and politicized intelligence to fuel the Russia collusion hoax — a deliberate effort to delegitimize Trump before he even took office. Trump had nothing to do with Russia. The entire thing was a fraud, and Obama and his top officials — Brennan, Clapper, Comey, and McCabe — knew it from the beginning.”

Ireland has lit the match & the fire is spreading across the West🔥 All of us across can relate to this speech, all Western nations are experiencing the same managed decline & our people are all suffering under the same evil Globalists. These Globalist parasitic vampires have not only drained our wealth but they are draining the life out of our people too. We either fight for our rights, freedoms & civil liberties or we submit & accept our fate. Those are the only 2 options. Inspiring speech, does anyone know who this brave Irish woman is? 🤍

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I am currently undergoing Life saving Treatment from horrific damage from the Pfizer COVID 19 vaccines. I am here in Japan at Edogawa Hospital. The Treatment is to clear spike proteins, amyloid blood clots, autoantibodies, and misfolding proteins from the blood using dual filter plasmapheresis and using pre-growth stem cells to help my own body repair itself. This is the only place on the entire planet that offers this treatment. I am patient number 14 here and am witnessing nothing short of miracles. Thanks to the brilliant scientist Kevin McCairn and Dr. Mary Talley Bowden for sending me here. It is truly a miracle watching these patients come back to life. It is the most incredible bonding experience of my life with these amazing survivors. I want to give Pfizer a special thank you for the heart damage, severe blood clotting, multiple organ damage, central nervous system damage, brain damage, microvascular small vessel disease, bleeding from the stomach, esophagus, lungs, and sinuses, destroying my thyroid and having it removed, destruction of my sinus cavities, and the graves disease, gastritis, bleeding under the skin that opens up to sores, and best of all, the small fiber neuropathy. For all of the skeptics of vaccine injury, my labs 100% tell the entire story. Follow the science.

🚨 WATCH: A LIFELONG DEMOCRAT just testified that Tim Walz's admin TARGETED and ATTACKED her for exposing fraud in Minnesota Tim Walz should be in JAIL. Faye Bernstein, a state employee for 20 years, said she first started noticing fraud 7 years ago, and sounded the alarm internally, so the admin began SMEARING her. "The retaliation in the smear campaign is strong. I was called everything from incompetent to racist. People who speak about fraud at state agencies, the first thing that leadership goes to is "RACISM" "It is career-killing, obviously. Who is going to hire someone who is considered racist?!" God bless this brave woman for her bravery 🙏🏻

TIME TO GET LOUD FOLKS 🚨 You don't get to use ($5M) dollars in FEMA money on yourself and remain in Congress I'm calling on @SpeakerJohnson to expel Sheila Cherfilus-McCormick today... let him hear you.... he'll see this...

🚨BREAKING: Supreme Court Justice Clarence Thomas says progressivism is an existential threat to the United States. Do you agree with him?

James Carville on Trump: "I wouldn’t piss down his g-damned throat if his heart was on fire."

My daughter got detention for defending her late Marine father — but when FOUR MEN IN UNIFORM walked into the school the next day, the entire building went silent. "Mrs. Harrison, you have to understand: Grace’s behavior was completely UNACCEPTABLE. We respect your husband’s service to this country, but..." her teacher said. My 14-year-old daughter sat beside me, her eyes glassy. The day before, one of her classmates had made a joke about Grace not having a father. He was a Marine. Grace was only three when we lost him. So when that girl laughed and said, "Maybe your dad just didn’t want to come back," something inside Grace snapped. She shot to her feet so fast that her chair slammed to the floor. Through tears, she shouted, "My dad was a HERO. Don’t you ever talk about him like that again!" She was the one who got detention. She barely said a word the whole way home. That night, I found her sitting on the floor in my husband’s old sweatshirt. "I’m sorry I got in trouble," she whispered. "I just couldn’t let her say that about him." My heart cracked wide open. The next morning, the school called an emergency assembly. I assumed it had something to do with Spirit Week. A few minutes after the first bell, Grace texted me from the auditorium. Then my phone rang. "Mom..." she whispered, her voice shaky. "You need to come." I stood up so fast I knocked over my coffee. "What happened? Grace, are you okay?" There was a long silence on the other end. "Mom... four men in uniform just walked into the school." "Hide right now. What’s happening? I’m calling the police!" But Grace laughed. "No, Mom, they’re not doing anything bad. You have no idea WHAT JUST HAPPENED! Just get here, please!" she said, before the line went dead. I didn't bother grabbing my purse. I threw my keys into the ignition, my heart hammering against my ribs, and sped to the high school. When I burst through the double doors of the auditorium, I stopped dead in my tracks. The room, packed with over eight hundred teenagers, was completely, eerily silent. Down the center aisle stood four imposing figures in impeccable Marine Corps Dress Blues. The brass buttons caught the overhead lights, and their crisp white covers were tucked sharply under their arms. I recognized the man at the front immediately. It was Staff Sergeant Miller—my late husband’s closest friend and squad leader. I had called him in tears the night before, just needing someone who understood the weight of the disrespect Grace had faced. I hadn't expected him to do *this*. The principal, Mr. Davis, stood awkwardly at the podium, looking completely out of his depth. Staff Sergeant Miller didn't wait for permission to speak. He stepped up to the front, taking the microphone from the stand, and his booming, authoritative voice echoed through the massive room. "We apologize for the interruption, Principal Davis," Miller said, though his tone suggested he wasn't sorry at all. "But we received word that a young lady in this school was being disciplined for defending the honor of a fallen United States Marine." A collective gasp rippled through the student body. The teacher who had given Grace detention slunk back into her seat in the front row, her face turning crimson. Miller’s heavy gaze swept across the bleachers. "Where is Grace Harrison?" Grace stood up slowly from the middle row, still wearing her dad’s oversized sweatshirt. "Come down here, Grace," Miller commanded gently. As she walked down the bleacher steps, the three other Marines broke formation and fell perfectly into step behind her, creating an impromptu honor guard. They escorted her to the center of the floor. Miller turned to face the silent crowd. "Captain Mark Harrison didn't just 'not want to come back.' He gave his life pulling three wounded men out of a burning transport vehicle in the middle of a firefight. I know, because I was one of those men. None of us standing here today would be breathing if it weren't for Grace's father." The silence in the room was absolute. You could have heard a pin drop. A few rows up, the girl who had made the cruel joke the day before was staring at her shoes, visibly crying. Miller turned back to Grace and dropped to one knee, bringing himself to eye level with her. He pulled a small, velvet box from his pocket and opened it, revealing a gleaming Challenge Coin from their old unit. "Grace," he said, his voice thick with emotion but loud enough for the microphone to carry. "Your father was the bravest man I ever knew. You stood your ground yesterday, just like he would have. You protected his honor, and now, his squad is here to protect yours. We have your back. Always." He pressed the heavy metal coin into her palm, stood up, and then all four Marines snapped a crisp, perfectly unified salute to my fourteen-year-old daughter. Tears streamed down Grace's face, but they weren't tears of anger or shame anymore. She stood tall, squared her shoulders, and returned a clumsy but beautiful salute of her own. Suddenly, from the back row of the bleachers, a single student stood up and started clapping. Then another. Within seconds, the entire auditorium erupted into a deafening standing ovation. Even Mr. Davis and the teachers were on their feet. I hurried down the aisle, wiping away my own tears, and wrapped Grace in a massive hug. Staff Sergeant Miller tipped his head to me, a fierce, protective glint in his eye. Before we could leave the building, Principal Davis rushed over to us in the hallway. He looked thoroughly chastised. "Mrs. Harrison, Grace," he stammered, wringing his hands. "I... I want to formally apologize. The detention has been completely wiped from her record. We will be handling the bullying incident with the other student appropriately, and frankly, I think our staff needs a heavy refresher on empathy." Grace squeezed the coin in her hand, looking up at the four men in uniform who had dropped everything to stand by her side. She didn't need to say a word. The message had been delivered loud and clear. Captain Mark Harrison had left a legacy of courage behind, and that day, an entire school learned exactly what it meant to be a hero's daughter.