STEP RIGHT UP! MEET YOUR LAWMAKERS!
Most Americans despise politicians, and it’s the same in Europe. Why? Because men and women who go into the government business are the bottom of the barrel. That’s just the nature of things. Granted, some are more corrupt or more psychotic than others, and there have always been a few exceptions worthy of our respect, but it’s a hard and fast rule, and it’s nothing new in history. Founding Father Thomas Paine nailed it when he wrote, “The trade of governing has always been a monopoly of the most ignorant and the most vicious of mankind.”
In our federal government we have 100 senators — two from each state — and 435 congressmen (I can’t bring myself to say “congresspersons”). The only one I like, who has shown some backbone in standing up to the Jewish lobby, is Kentucky representative Thomas Massie. Admittedly, I wouldn’t recognize the names of nine-tenths of these clowns and I don’t intend to get acquainted because learning more than I already know would not benefit my blood pressure. That’s why I never tune in to these comic opera congressional hearings, though I made an exception and watched Robert F. Kennedy Jr. in the hot seat on January 29-30, sweating out a medieval inquisition conducted by several senators over his ostensible anti-vaccine stance. After enduring this humiliation he barely won approval as Trump’s new head of the Department of Health and Human Services. I must admit that it wasn’t until I watched these C-SPAN videos that I realized just how low these politicians can sink and how stupid they are. Really, we’re dealing here with creatures who are literally retarded, who stopped developing mentally and emotionally in grade school. I watched five of them, and from all appearances none are aware that vaccines have risks. I had to stop and ask myself: Are these people even real? Do they actually take themselves seriously? As for RFK, I’ve made it clear that I’m no admirer of this man who, while having done some good in alerting the public to vaccine dangers in the past, is a politician himself, swinging back and forth like a pendulum on this issue.
The five goofballs I watched were Bernie Sanders (VT), Elizabeth Warren (MA), Maggie Hassan (NH), Ron Wyden (OR), and Bill Cassidy (LA). Sanders is an independent, Cassidy a Republican, and the others are Democrats — not that it matters. I knew of Sanders and Warren; the other three I’d never heard of. I was so put out listening to these people that I decided to write to all of them except Warren, informing them of my $30,000 offer. From the beginning, the idea behind this was to expose pro-vaccine know-it-alls for what they are: ignorant jerks who have never spent a minute looking into the subject. As noted on this page, I directly challenged a hundred or so people, nearly all of them public health officials or journalists, with my offer, and received only one weak retort from journalist and author Philip Caputo. Their refusal to engage me, even with just a few counterbalancing sentences, which I would’ve done even if I weren’t seeking financial reward, says it all.
Before I begin with a sketch of Bernie Sanders, followed by the rest, I want to say a little about New England, since Sanders represents Vermont, Hassan New Hampshire, and Warren Massachusetts. Warren, however, was born and raised in Oklahoma, the land of her supposed Cherokee ancestry which she publicly mused about for years. This made her a national laughingstock nicknamed Pocahontas because of her plainly Nordic features. Anyway, I’ve crisscrossed all six New England states many times, and there’s much to like about all of them, particularly the three northernmost states of Vermont, New Hampshire, and Maine. All three are blessed with scenic beauty, have only a fraction of the population density of the southern three, and are very White, having always ranked at or near the top nationwide in that laudable department. In addition to the numerous road trips I’ve made, I lived for a year in Arlington, a suburb of Boston, and three years in the shoreline town of Clinton, Connecticut. I really liked Clinton, despite Bill and Hillary. Once you get out of the New York metro area and past New Haven, there’s a good quality of life along the entire shore, reaching into Rhode Island, and this is also true of the interior of these small states away from the urban areas.
Yet there’s this strange liberal fog that blankets the whole region. It doesn’t affect everyone, of course, but more people than it should. Why is that? I really don’t know. Sometimes I attribute it to the Puritans, whose holier-than-thou religious convictions mutated into the fanatical abolitionist movement prior to the Civil War, which raised so much holy hell about slavery in the South. Other times I think that if you could surgically remove Harvard University and most of Boston, and dump them in the sea, the fog would lift. Whatever the case, you would’ve seen far more Harris than Trump signs in the summer and fall of 2024. I know because I saw them myself on a swing through three states, including Vermont. I don’t know what it is about Vermont that attracts liberals and leftists from the New York City area. Maybe it’s the weird homegrown exhibits and makeshift museums that one unexpectedly stumbles upon in the countryside. Maybe it’s Burlington, which has two colleges and is Vermont’s largest city with plenty of diversity, a place totally disconnected from Yankee traditions. The two ice cream Jews, Ben and Jerry, originally from Long Island, set up shop in cozy Waterbury, where much of their overrated product is manufactured, their tribal business connections having undoubtedly paved the road to global sales and fabulous wealth. Ben and Jerry have long championed a laundry list of subversive movements, like speaking out against what they imagine to be White supremacy, so it seems somewhat hypocritical that they moved to a state where I’ve never seen a single negro outside of Burlington, not even in idyllic Montpelier, America’s smallest state capital. Perhaps the efficiency of a White workforce had something to do with it.
Which leads us to the slippery senator representing Vermont. I don’t know why, but it’s just not in me to kick Bernie Sanders. Like Al Sharpton and Maxine Waters, he’s more entertaining than anything else, always good for a laugh. Bernie calls himself a democratic socialist, but I would describe his platform as communism light. He’s more of a Menshevik than a Bolshevik. I don’t think he ever harmed anyone, at least not intentionally. Both Bernie’s parents were Jewish, his father having emigrated from what is now Poland, and settled in Brooklyn. It’s not a rags to riches story by any means. The elder Sanders was a paint salesman, and the family never rose above the working class. This might be why no politician has advocated for workers as long and as stridently as Bernie has. “Worker” seems to be the number one word in his vocabulary. This is pretty funny when you consider that Sanders never worked a steady job in his entire life, by which I mean a job with regular hours and a weekly paycheck. Of course, I’m not referring to his career as a salaried politician, which began at age 39. That’s not what I call work. As a young man, however, Bernie did work hard as a typical Jewish radical in the civil riots movement of the 1960s.
Vermont called him for some reason, and he moved there in 1968, working erratically as a magazine writer, a producer of historical film strips, and a carpenter, which he likes to put on his resume. An acquaintance called him “a shitty carpenter,” while another added, “His carpentry wasn’t going to support him, and didn’t.” For twelve years he picked up piecemeal work like this, living just above the poverty line, dabbling in local politics, unable to pay his bills, getting by on unemployment checks, until 1980 when he won the mayoral election of Burlington by the slimmest of margins. It’s been uphill ever since, though with a net worth of only $3 million and owning only three toney homes, he’s far from being the biggest hypocrite and richest traitor in the Senate. His real distinction is that he has reached old age after a life of nonstop hallucinations, and this includes his take on vaccines. I’ll let my letter tell the rest of the story.
February 27, 2025
Senator Bernie Sanders
332 Dirksen Senate Building
Washington D.C. 20510
Dear Bernie:
I watched a video clip of you reaming out Robert F. Kennedy Jr. at his recent confirmation hearings to head the Department of Health and Human Services. I should tell you upfront, first, that I’m 100% anti-vaccine; second, that I’m not a fan of RFK; and third, you and I are so far apart in the way we see the world that I can’t believe I’m writing to you. Nevertheless, in a weird kind of way I find you amusing, and I do commend you for your consistent opposition to American warmongering in the Middle East, including your failed attempt to block arms sales to Benjamin the Butcher Boy, despite the fact that you yourself are Jewish. I believe you’re sincere when you say you want the carnage to end in Gaza.
Unfortunately, you also appear to be sincere in the recent tantrum you threw against RFK in front of the cameras in a spirited defense of vaccines, going so far as to set up a large display board showing a pair of anti-vax onesies currently sold by Children’s Health Defense, an organization formerly headed by RFK, who squirmed out of it by saying that he had resigned from the CHD board. I found the exchange pathetic on both sides. I did, however, get a kick out of him fingering you as a recipient of millions of dollars in donations from Big Pharma in your election campaign, to which you vociferously objected that all that money came not from executives but from workers. “Oh no no no,” you said, wild-eyed and gesticulating. The senator doth protest too much, methinks.
You’re deluded about a lot of things, one of them being that childhood vaccines are just wonderful. I take no pleasure in calling out an 83-year-old codger (and at 71, I’m no tenderfoot), but I consider this a gravely important issue. I think vaccines are destroying our children. In fact, I’ve felt so strongly about it that for thirty years I researched the subject exhaustively in my free time, wrote a book entitled Will Vaccines Be the End of Us? and came up with a website, endtheshots.com. You see, I did a lot of traveling in the 1980s, and not knowing of any risks at the time, got many vaccinations that later upended my life. I tell that story at the beginning of my book, which anyone can read for free on my site.
Bernie, I can’t take you seriously. I don’t say that with malice. In fact, I want to give you the opportunity to turn the tables on me, to show the world that it’s me, not you, who’s totally clueless. On my website, you’ll see that I offer $30,000 to anyone who knows of one vaccine developer, going all the way back to Edward Jenner in 1796, who wasn’t or isn’t a failure, swindler, or psychopath. My offer is open to anyone, anywhere. You’ll notice that I’ve already contacted many people in positions of authority, and in addition an unknown number of people, probably thousands, have read it, but only a handful have challenged me unsuccessfully. I posted their messages along with my replies. I will post any future reply I receive because I’m not afraid of the truth.
Bernie, staffer, or whoever you may be reading this, I ask that you make copies of this letter so that the entire Sanders staff reads it and knows about my offer. Make copies for anyone else while you’re at it — the more copies, the more people who know about it, the merrier. You may also simply write a letter or email me a response through my site. If you do, I will post it, no matter what the content. I look forward to hearing from you.
Sincerely,
(signed) John Massaro
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Maggie Hassan was the governor of New Hampshire from 2013 to 2017. This seems a bit incongruous because she’s a liberal Democrat and New Hampshire is the least liberal and most Republican state in New England, but that doesn’t mean much. The state motto, which appears on all non-commercial NH license plates, is “Live Free or Die,” which vivifies out-of-staters, but I know of cases where people have been arrested or intimidated there for no good reason. One case involved two detectives and a social worker knocking on a door and asking a mother why her child was not fully vaccinated, possibly at the behest of the school nurse, even though no laws had been broken. In another case, a man was arrested because in a Facebook post he insulted a cop who had given him a traffic ticket. So much for living free. This kind of thing can happen anywhere in America at any time, despite state mottos and words on license plates.
Maggie is of old American stock. Her maiden name is Wood. I don’t know if she’s descended from abolitionist Harriet Beecher Stowe, author of Uncle Tom’s Cabin, but she seems to carry the same obnoxious genes. I never heard of her until a month ago. I did a little reading and discovered that she’s another multimillionaire who blabs about helping needy people. She has no brains but I went easy on her because she has a handicapped adult son.
February 27, 2025
Senator Maggie Hassan
324 Hart Senate Building
Washington D.C. 20510
Dear Maggie:
I am writing in regard to your emotional confrontation of Robert F. Kennedy Jr. during the hearings that took place January 29-30. I’m sorry for your son’s disability. Your anguish over the cause of his hydrocephalus reminds me of a conversation I had with a co-worker many years ago. His wife gave birth to a baby girl with the same condition, and while she grew up to live a somewhat normal life, she required a permanent brain shunt which had to be constantly monitored because of the risk of swelling, though I forget the exact details. There was no explanation as to why she was born with this condition. My co-worker suspected that it could be traced to an automobile accident during which his wife’s seat belt dug sharply into her belly late in her pregnancy, but that was only speculation.
I also commiserate with you on personal grounds. I have twin children, soon to turn 31, who were born three months premature and are handicapped as a result, my son moderately and my daughter severely. Both have mild cerebral palsy, and my daughter is autistic as well, the result of heavy brain bleeding at birth. Their very premature birth was the last link in a long chain of events that began with numerous vaccines, most of which I voluntarily got in the 1980s when I traveled the world. No one ever told me of the risks involved, and I firmly believe that one or more of these shots impaired my fertility. It’s a long story which I tell in my book Will Vaccines Be the End of Us? and on my website endtheshots.com. My book, which can be read on my site, was the culmination of thirty years of part-time research into the vaccine controversy. I think I know all there is to know about the most critical aspects of vaccines.
As I said, I empathize with you. We both know what it’s like to go through life with a heavy heart. Nevertheless, I must take you to task for claiming with certainty, while addressing RFK — and I’m no fan of his, incidentally — that vaccines do not cause autism. “The science is settled,” as you put it. I agree that the science is settled, but for the exact opposite reason. That is, science, honest science, has proven that vaccines do indeed cause autism. I do believe that in a very small percentage of cases, such as my daughter’s, the cause lies elsewhere, but it’s obvious to me and millions of others that the autism epidemic is caused by the flood of vaccines administered in infancy and early childhood — around forty doses more than what we received as young children. I suspect you have never looked into this, that instead you have relied upon the fraudulent science that’s broadcast by “experts” who regularly appear in the mainstream media. Having thoroughly examined the assertions and the character of those claiming to be vaccine scientists, I reached the conclusion long ago that we are dealing with the biggest fraud in medical history.
On my website I offer $30,000 to anyone who can show me one vaccine developer, in the 229-year history of vaccination, who wasn’t a failure, a swindler, or a psychopath. This offer has been on my site for three years and I’ve only received a few unfriendly replies, and one that was civil but illogical, all of which I posted. I’ve directly contacted about a hundred journalists, politicians, and health department officials who have never responded, even though I mentioned that I would post any reply, since I’m not afraid of ideas, and not only would I pay up if proven wrong, but I would take down my website. My offer remains open to everyone in any walk of life.
Whether you, Maggie, are reading this, or more likely staff, I ask that you make copies and distribute them to your entire team, and to everyone else who works in the Hart office building. I’m sure plenty of you can use an extra thirty thousand bucks. That would be a big hit for me, but a sacrifice I’m willing to make if I’m convinced that I’ve been spreading misinformation for the last three years.
And I’ll leave you with one final thought: Childhood vaccines are far and away the primary cause of autism.
Sincerely,
(signed) John Massaro
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Of the four I wrote to, Ron Wyden was the most repugnant — a bombastic vampire. Knowing nothing about him beforehand, I did some online investigating. He is Jewish, the family name having been changed from Weidenreich. He’s also a flaming Zionist, though not a flag-waving neo-conservative like so many of them, but rather far to the left on almost every domestic issue. He’s a lot like Chuck Schumer, only worse. He’s also a believer in tikkun olam, the notion that Jews have been assigned by the Almighty to “repair the world” — like the way they’ve been repairing the Middle East for the last seventeen months, I suppose, not to mention both world wars and other wars they’ve fomented. They wreck the world and they call it repairing the world.
Ron wants to lock you up for twenty years if you actively support the Boycott, Divestment and Sanctions (BDS) movement against Israel. That was written into a bill he co-sponsored, Bill 720, the Israel Anti-Boycott Act. It was drafted by Senators Ben Cardin (D-MD) and Rob Portman (R-OH). Fortunately, it died in Congress in 2018 but you can be sure that something similar is coming back. Cardin is another Jew who hides behind an innocuous name. His real name is Kardonsky. Portman is a conservative Gentile shabbos goy traitor. In a sane society he’d be dancing on air.
I took the time to write Wyden a letter which was much more belligerent than the other three, though not vulgar and by no means threatening. But then I had second thoughts. I’d written only once to an elected official in Washington D.C. — to Donald Trump in his first term, offering to advise him on his North Korea policy, which to my surprise went unanswered — and in these uncertain times, the possibility of legal blowback simply by writing a long, nasty letter, weighed on me. Maybe I’m paranoid. I decided to boil it down to four cranky paragraphs.
I try to stick to a high cultural standard in what I write on this site. I’ve let my hair down a few times but I’ll reluctantly restrain myself here. Nevertheless, there are times that call for robust use of the English language, and after listening to Wyden’s sanctimonious abuse, I could only fantasize how I would’ve gone for his throat, showing no mercy, pelting him with four-letter words had I been in RFK’s shoes. C-SPAN airs live, and it would’ve been broadcast around the world before the censorship boys had a chance to pull the plug. It would’ve violated every protocol in the book, but it also would’ve been a priceless moment in American history, preserved forever on the internet. What a golden opportunity to expose the ignorance of these vaccine-pushing cretins, to galvanize the nation and save thousands of children from a terrible fate by inspiring their fence-sitting parents to boldly say “No!” to any more vaccinations. Instead, RFK went on the defensive.
February 27, 2025
Senator Ron Wyden
221 Dirksen Senate Building
Washington D.C. 20510
Senator Wyden:
I am an anti-vaxxer. A few weeks ago I sat in front of the computer screen watching a tape of your interrogation of Robert F. Kennedy Jr. during the HHS confirmation hearings of January 29-30. You came loaded for bear, didn’t you? It would’ve been nice if you knew what you were talking about. I might add that I don’t really like RFK because of the inconsistent positions he’s taken on vaccines over the years.
You came across as a grandstanding, self-righteous buffoon to me and I’m sure to millions watching the hearings on C-SPAN. At one point you mentioned the “life-saving [Covid] vaccine.” Are you aware that there’s another side to the story — a very dark side? Are you aware that this shot has killed or maimed a lot of Americans? No one knows the exact figure, but I’m sure it’s well over a million. Is there an idea in your head about vaccines that doesn’t come from the mainstream media, from so-called fact checkers, or from the CDC website? Have you ever read a single book that takes a dim view of vaccination?
Around forty years ago, one or more shots I got for travel to Third World countries caused an autoimmune condition that adversely affected my life. I spent many years researching the subject and wrote a book about it, and I also have a website, endtheshots.com. I think I know a lot more about the subject than you do. On my site I offer $30,000 to anyone who can tell me of one vaccine developer who did anything to benefit humanity.
My offer is open to anyone, so if you’re a staff member reading this, please make copies and give one to your boss and all your colleagues. There’s a contact form on my site. Even if you choose not to do the research, I’d be interested to know where Senator Wyden gets his information from. I hope to hear from at least one of you.
(signed) John Massaro
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Listening to Senator Bill Cassidy ramble on and on reminded me of another man and a small episode in my life. Bear with me while I tell you about it.
Having worked for many years as a home heating oil truck delivery driver for a few companies on Long Island, in 2008 I decided to start my own C.O.D. oil company, and within a year managed to build a solid customer base — the only business venture I ever succeeded at. But the stress of being a one-man band in this tough business just wasn’t worth it, and after three years I decided to sell. A broker arranged for me to meet with a guy I’ll call Jim, who had moved from New Jersey to take over an old, established full-service company which I won’t name, that had run into hard times due to mismanagement. His idea was to rebuild this midsize company, which had lost a lot of disgruntled customers, by purchasing a small company like mine, even though C.O.D. and full-service oil companies operate very differently. We hit it off well, and agreed on a sale price and other terms, one of which was that I would work for a year in the office part-time integrating my customers into their computer system one by one, and driving when needed in the winter months. In addition, we had a handshake agreement that after one year I would continue to work there in some capacity.
Jim fit the image I had of a corporate executive. He was tall, square-jawed, easygoing and well-spoken. I liked him and so did all twenty employees — the service manager, delivery supervisor, drivers, oil burner mechanics, and the women who worked in the office. Jim projected confidence and leadership. He was the new sheriff in town who was going to get everything back on track. Little by little, however, I began having doubts. Our first meeting with the broker offered a hint. He offered me a price for my two trucks that was far too generous; I would’ve settled for considerably less. Without showing my pleasure, I accepted it without any further negotiation. Actually, he never should’ve purchased my company in the first place. Not understanding how a C.O.D. oil business is run, the ladies did not know how to handle phone calls from my old customers and came across as inept and uncaring. Some customers became livid and insisted on speaking with me, while others just quit and switched to another company. Jim upgraded the computer program with the latest technology for no good reason, which created more problems than it solved. Worst of all, the delivery supervisor was totally incompetent in making up routes. I know because I saw the daily paperwork that the drivers turned in. I could’ve stepped in and improved things with a simple formula — minimum miles and maximum gallons. But Jim never asked for my input, and I couldn’t believe he was satisfied with their production — around 3000 gallons a day when they should’ve been pumping at least 5000 working at a normal pace. I started wondering if he had any background at all in this business, which was why he got hired by the absentee owner. This was a union shop and these drivers were being paid a high hourly wage with plenty of overtime in the winter and a generous benefits package. This was unsustainable and I had a feeling that this company was headed for bankruptcy. What was wrong with this guy that he couldn’t see these problems? Then, as the end of my first year and the beginning of cold weather approached, Jim gradually pushed me out the door without directly telling me. So he wasn’t such a nice man after all. In a word, he was a disaster. At this point, I didn’t care because this place had the atmosphere of a funeral home and I knew it was doomed. I also knew that with my experience I could easily find work driving for another outfit, which is what I did. Not long afterward this once-respectable company was gobbled up by one of the huge oil companies and run like a faceless public utility, following the trend in this industry on Long Island.
So as I said, Jim instantly came to mind as I looked and listened to Bill Cassidy, who is a medical doctor specializing in treatment of liver disease. That’s what he says anyway, and I assume it’s true, but it would be interesting to speak with his former patients, if they’re still alive. With that background, with his aristocratic features, and with his smooth way of talking, most people would get the impression that he knows what he’s talking about when it comes to vaccines. My letter explains the rest.
February 27, 2025
Senator Bill Cassidy
455 Dirksen Senate Building
Washington D.C. 20510
Senator Cassidy:
I wish to confront you in regard to your casting the deciding vote to approve Robert F. Kennedy Jr. as the new secretary of the Department of Health and Human Services. I base this letter on the brief biography that appears on your website, your remarks about RFK and vaccines on the Senate floor, and an article about you in the February 9 edition of the Los Angeles Times, entitled “A Pivotal Senator Says He Extracted Vaccine Concessions from RFK Jr. How Will That Play Out?”
I see that you’re a doctor with a long career behind you. That doesn’t impress me. Some doctors, a small but principled minority, such as Suzanne Humphries and the late Robert Mendelsohn, have denounced vaccines and written scathingly about their fellow doctors and modern medicine in general. I’ve read their books. Have you? You claim that you’ve put a lot of time into vaccine research. So have I. Thirty years of part-time research, in fact, which began when I discovered that there’s another side to the vaccine story and that they almost certainly caused an autoimmune condition that changed my life, and ended with the self-publication, in November 2021, of a book I wrote, Will Vaccines Be the End of Us?, though I continue to follow the vaccine issue. I tell my story in the opening pages of my book, which can be read in its entirety on my website endtheshots.com, though you probably wouldn’t be interested.
In your nearly ten-minute video presentation, you emphasized that vaccines do not cause autism, that they’re safe, and that they save lives. “They save lives” means that, without vaccines, children would be dying from a wide range of diseases. Senator, I was born in 1953, you in 1957, and I have two younger siblings who were born in the 1950s. Neither I nor them nor you, as infants and toddlers, could have received any vaccines other than those for smallpox, polio, and the three-in-one diphtheria-pertussis-tetanus (DPT) shot, because it wasn’t until 1963 that the next one, for measles, became available. Since then, childhood “immunizations,” as they’re called, have increased exponentially, especially since the late 1980s, to target, in addition to polio, DPT and measles, twelve more infectious diseases, most of which no one ever heard of in the 1960s. In your entire life have you ever known anyone who died or was incapacitated by, say, influenza, rotavirus, pneumococcal, Hib, or respiratory syncytial virus? What about measles and chickenpox, which were common back then? My brother contracted chickenpox, my sister too, as did many of my elementary school classmates, and all of them made a quick recovery without the supposed benefit of any vaccines that “save lives.” Did you see anything different when you were young? And even if, in your capacity as a physician, you did know some patients who died of cervical cancer or meningitis, where is the proof, as established by honest scientists not funded by pharmaceutical companies, that vaccines would have prevented such deaths and that the vaccines themselves — I’m thinking of Gardasil in particular — do not carry significant risks, up to and including death? Do you really find nothing wrong with infants receiving 35 to 40 vaccine doses by the time they’re eighteen months old, as per the CDC recommended schedule?
On your website, you boast that you “created a private-public partnership to vaccinate 36,000 greater Baton Rouge area children against Hepatitis B at no cost to the schools or parents.” That was in the 1990s. To my way of thinking, there must be something fundamentally wrong with you to have sponsored such an event. You surely know that Hepatitis B, like AIDS, is a bloodborne disease limited almost exclusively to homosexual men and needle-sharing drug addicts. Even if it were safe and effective — and by definition, no vaccine can carry that guarantee — how could this possibly benefit children? And at no cost, you say. Did Merck, or whoever the manufacturer was, just give away all that vaccine, or did the taxpayers, that is the parents, foot the bill? There’s no such thing as a free lunch, as the saying goes. Did you do this as an act of misguided kindness, or was there a financial incentive?
Returning to autism, there’s a great deal of literature supporting the thesis that vaccines are not the cause, but there’s also a great deal that says the exact opposite. I have thoroughly examined both sides of the issue. Have you? What do you have to say about the countless heartbroken parents who have gone on camera, though they never appear on television, to testify that the behavior of their healthy, normally developing little children dramatically changed for the worse within a few days, sometimes just a few hours, of a routine appointment with their pediatrician during which, typically, multiple vaccine doses were injected? Vaccine advocates like you love the word “science,” and they paint their opponents as “anti-science.” Science is knowledge gained by observation or experimentation. Is not the testimony of these parents scientific proof of a vaccine-autism link? To me, the connection is as obvious as someone who gets really drunk and wakes up with a hangover, but you and others in your camp obviously see things differently.
So now you’ve announced, that as chairman of the Senate Health, Education, Labor and Pensions Committee, you’ll be working closely with Bobby Kennedy, meeting or speaking with him several times a month, after making him promise, among other things, not to change the position on the CDC website that vaccines don’t cause autism, not to change government guidance on vaccines in general, and not to change the vaccine safety and monitoring system now in place, which is supervised by the CDC and FDA. In other words, you intend to keep him on a short leash to preserve the status quo. You won’t mind if I laugh. After all, in his book The Real Anthony Fauci, which goes far beyond Fauci’s crimes, he exposed the depravity of these and other federal health agencies, and six years earlier, in 2015, wrote the foreword to Vaccine Whistleblower: Exposing Autism Research Fraud at the CDC. From the dust jacket:
[Senior CDC scientist Dr. William] Thompson… discloses a pattern of data manipulation, fraud, and corruption at the highest levels of the CDC, the federal agency in charge of protecting the health of Americans…. This book nullifies the government’s claims that “vaccines are safe and effective,” and reveals that the government rigged research to cover up the link between vaccines and autism.
So it appears that, after some back-room arm twisting, RFK allowed himself to be compromised. Good work there, Senator. To make things more interesting, on the same day Kennedy’s appointment was confirmed, February 13, the surgeon general of your home state of Louisiana, Ralph Abraham, announced that he will no longer promote mass vaccination campaigns, the first top health official in the country, I believe, to take such a bold step. He was quoted by naturalnews.com: “Promotion of specific pharmaceutical products rises to a different level, especially when the manufacturer is exempt from liability for harms caused by the drug, as is the case for many vaccines.”
I can only guess that you’re in denial of all these facts.
I am mailing individual letters on this topic to three of your colleagues, senators Hassan, Sanders, and Wyden. I’ve watched each of them trading shots with RFK. With your calm and dignified manner, bolstered by your medical background, you come across as the best of the four, the one that commands the most respect and who most impresses those who watched the hearings. It’s too bad you don’t know what you’re talking about. To my mind, you’re either very ignorant or very evil. It has to be one or the other.
Quick question before I wrap this up. The CDC schedule now stands at nearly 80 vaccine doses from birth to age eighteen, including the recently added Covid mRNA injection. I read in your bio that you have one grandchild. Would you be willing to take a lie detector test, and be asked if your grandchild has received all his or her shots in accordance with the CDC recommendation?
Lastly, Senator Cassidy, as a basically nice guy, I take no pleasure in writing a sharp letter like this, but I honestly don’t think that you deserve better. Nevertheless, I do think that you, or anyone on your staff, deserves to reply in kind, and if you think I’m out of line, to straighten me out. In fact, I go further. Can you name and discuss in detail a single vaccine developer, going all the way back to Edward Jenner in 1796, who did anything for the benefit of humanity? I have studied many of these people up close and found them to be the scum of the earth. But if you know something that I don’t know, and can convince me of it, I will pay you $30,000 and take down my site, where you can read about my offer. It’s open to anyone, so feel free to make as many copies of this letter as you like, or get the word out any other way. At the very least, I hope that you, or whoever might be reading this, will share it with your entire staff.
(signed) John Massaro
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Postscript: The average staff size for a U.S. senator is 34, so if my requests to all four to make copies for everyone is honored, well over a hundred will read this letter. I think that’s improbable but I have no way of knowing. Shortly before dropping them in the mail I learned that, for security reasons, all letters sent to D.C. hacks are delivered eight to ten days after they arrive in the Capitol mail room. I assume that means they have to be X-rayed first to be sure they don’t contain funny white powder, anthrax spores that is, as happened with fatal results in 2001. Since then, there have been several terror hoaxes of envelopes filled with flour or baking soda. Gee, I wonder why some people feel that way about our dedicated public servants. I will update this by posting any replies I receive. No updates means that no one replied.
Purely by chance, as I was finishing these letters, I came across a brief video of Robert Kennedy explaining what happened to his voice. It’s a condition called spasmodic dysphonia, and it was caused by a flu shot he received in 1996. He came to this realization after reading about the risks mentioned in the product insert, but by then it was too late. I was flabbergasted that after all these years I never knew this. (As an aside, a few years ago I ran into an acquaintance whose voice was extremely hoarse shortly after getting the same shot. He told me about this not knowing how I feel about vaccines. Fortunately, his voice came back.) I can’t believe that RFK doesn’t hammer his many critics over the head with this fact. It made me feel for the guy, but I’ll never understand how his mind works. After his new appointment, I had a glimmer of hope that he’d change the national conversation about vaccines, to a small degree at least, but the way he flip-flopped after the latest hullaballoo about a supposed deadly measles outbreak in Texas, proved to me once and for all — once and for all for the fifth time! — that he’s hopeless, he’s a joke, he’s simply too weak to swim against the all-powerful media current. In fact, I just read that he’s sending 2000 doses of MMR vaccine to west Texas — the same vaccine that he’s blasted in the past for causing autism. He said that parents should “consider” getting their children vaccinated. When, oh when, is one public figure going to wise up to these endless, baseless media scare stories about spreading epidemics and the dangers of being unvaccinated?
Second postscript: Things are happening so fast in the world these days that I’m glad I delayed having this posted. On March 3, RFK issued the following statement which appeared on the HHS website:
Anti-semitism — like racism — is a spiritual and moral malady that sickens societies and kills people with lethalities comparable to history’s most deadly plagues. In recent years, the censorship and false narratives of woke culture have transformed our great universities into greenhouses for this deadly and virulent pestilence. Making America healthy means building communities of trust and mutual respect, based on speech freedom and open debate.
That does it for me. Like his philo-Semitic boss, Robert Kennedy will forever be a hopeless swamp rat in my eyes, a deeply flawed, worthless piece of shit born into wealth who can never be trusted.