Dear Dr. Mengele

Josef Mengele died in 1959. He did not swing after the Nuremberg trials. He died as a citizen of Paraguay. He died in 1979 of a stroke while swimming. He died under the assumed name of Wolfgang Gerhard. He, and several other Auschwitz doctors managed to escape justice by fleeing Gross-Rosen concentration camp in Lower Silesia in 1945, a week before the Soviets arrived. After several months on the run he was captured by Americans in June 1945. In typical American fashion, he was released at the end of July and obtained false papers under the name ‘Fritz Ullman’. In collaboration with former SS officers, also on the run, he managed to board a ship found for Argentina in July 1949.

The Nuremberg Trials were a series of military tribunals held after World War II by the allied forces to hold Nazi leaders to account for war crimes. There were so many but only twenty two were tried – eleven were given the death penalty, three were acquitted, three were given life imprisonment and four were given imprisonment from ten to twenty years. A good many of the worst monsters took cyanide to thumb their noses at their victims and those who dared to question them. They were cowards. Cyanide was hip. Under ‘Operation Paperclip’, useful Nazis were adopted by the U.S. to continue their good work for the good side. Rockets and eugenics were hot. The good Dr. Mengele missed the festivities. He learned to speak Spanish with a Chormin accent. “Mellizas? Entrar! Adelante! Por Favor.

The world is rife with war criminals these days. They only amount to about 1% of the worlds population but that amounts to about 1 million insane, wealthy, powerful, psychopathic, elite, masters of the universe wannabes, doctors, lawyers, health care professionals, politicians, bankers, clergy, bureaucrats, technocrats, Liberals, Democrats, perverts, pedophiles, reprobates, WOKEISTS, and many other depraved, subhuman creatures. These are the monsters that want to reduce the world’s population to 2 billion slaves while securing their place in Lord Schwab’s court and lining their pockets. They love the ‘Hunger Games’ franchise.

In order to affect the great cull and reset, a great fear porn pandemic fraud – still in progress – had to be unleashed. Standard and long established codes of international conduct had to be ignored. Codes that were established by international agreement to prevent human rights abuses and the atrocities of war. Several come to mind. Look them up! The Nuremberg code (1947), which was borne of the Nuremberg trials. The Helsinki Code (1964). The United Nations Principles of Medical Ethics (1982). These are big ones that were meant to prevent pain, suffering, death, dismemberment, uninformed consent, torture and provide remedy against any crimes against humanity. Look them up. Probably the greatest document to which all medical doctors must swear to has been totally abandoned. The ‘Hippocratic Oath’ is one of the oldest binding documents in history meant to be held sacred by physicians. “First do no harm” should be the primary focus during this genocide but if the goal is to end as many lives as possible, an oath that vows to preserve and enhance life would seem counter intuitive and contrary to the agenda. This is why it has been abandoned. Hippo what? Heck, Big Pharma has been running public healthcare for decades. They have complete protection and immunity from prosecution for the people they kill and maim in the name of health. If your doctor is pressuring you to allow yourself to be injected with an experimental, gene altering trial drug that has never been tried on human populations until now, and also presenting mounting deaths and injury, try asking them if they are familiar with the Hippocratic Oath or any of the international codes meant to protect people from experimentation. I ended a 35 year relationship with a health care provider because I dared ask why humanity has been excluded from all protections and international agreements because of an unproven panic, emergency, horror non-pandemic.

How dare I?

“Get out of my office! Now!”

What happens to my thick and dog eared file? Does it go down the memory hole? Is it turned over to the private agency now responsible for managing the soon to be ‘departed’ victims of Bill C-7?

Somehow, I feel a friendly ‘wellness check’ from the local CSF (Covid Security Force) is forthcoming.

“Oh, not well huh? Come along then. Stop resisting!”

Noises follow.