Teresa and I had the unprecedented privilege to attend the MAHA Inaugural Ball at the Waldorf-Astoria in Washington, D.C. last night, guests of Dr. Eric and Karen Berg. Some 500 revelers converged in one spot to celebrate Trump’s victory, but perhaps more importantly, the prospect of RFK Jr. ascending to head the Federal Department of Health and Human Services
By a show of hands solicited by Highwire founder and celebrity Del Bigtree, at least 100 attendees were moms–and a few dads–who for decades have spent their life energy dealing with vaccine-damaged children. That moment of raised hands suddenly brought it all into focus and meaning for me.
What’s all the fuss about? It’s about thousands and thousands of families ostracized, marginalized, censored and deplatformed who have exhausted their money, emotions, and time searching for answers. The pharmaceutical fat cats and their corrupt colluders in federal agencies ignore, condescend, and deny such dangers exist.
For decades now the statistics and stories accumulating in the vaults of these agencies and the drug companies have been locked, protecting the public from adverse vaccine information. Meanwhile the juggernaut of agency capture, cronyism, and corruption proceeds unchecked, casting thousands more families and their children into a lifetime of immunological dysfunction and sickness.
Last night, I saw the pent up frustration released in unspeakable gratitude, appreciation, and celebratory euphoria. Kennedy pledges to unlock those vaults. Those piles of protected secrets hiding behind agency and corporate company walls will be released to a public desperate for answers and information. The tea is about to be cast into the harbor, folks.
Cinderella, banished to society’s sidelines, cast out of parties, never offered a seat at the table, is now suddenly in charge. The MAHA movement is primarily an expression of desperate people, denied remedy, denied a hearing, willing to risk all and expend all to find the truth. The truth seekers now have the upper hand.
The drug company fat cats who made trillions on covid, who enjoy the only product liability protection legally guaranteed in America, are on the verge of being outed. These neighbors and friends ostracized from society are ready to storm the Bastille. When the data vaults spew their contents, it’ll be like slaves granted their freedom.
RFK Jr.’s relentless and lifelong pursuit of the truth locked in government and corporate vaults has achieved the unthinkable–a possibility to expose the lies and conspiracies, bringing transparency to an opaque labyrinth. If this trajectory proceeds, the power, privilege, and profits of the entire pharmaceutically-dominated health industry will collapse. Shares will drop. Commercials will decrease.
Name any other product in America indemnified from liability protection. Not cars. Not toys. Not paint. The special status enjoyed and leveraged by this runaway vaccine industry is about to change. For the parents and prophets praying, crying, yearning for truth, last night’s gala represented the euphoria that always follows when righteousness vanquishes evil. As parents of healthy children and grandchildren, Teresa and I confess to being emotionally disadvantaged at the pain and suffering in families dealing with vaccine damaged children.
After last night’s outpouring of affection for people who have pounded on the gates of information prisons, I will forever empathize more deeply with the MAHA movement. For this conversation to happen at this level in our culture required wandering in the wilderness. The devotion of thousands to bring the wellness conversation to this point in our national psyche and narrative is paying off. Today, I honor and salute the dedication, the pain, the vision and commitment of these RFK Jr. supporters who gave, rallied, and pushed when most didn’t care. Yes, euphoria is deserved and warranted. Now let’s ride this wave to corrective action.
What should RFK Jr.’s first action be once he’s confirmed as head of HHS?
Reprinted with permission from The Lunatic Farmer.
