A Reformed Mass-Murderer Repents

Control oil and you control nations; control food and you control the people.
— Henry A. Kissinger

Ouch! Blindsided by an epiphany. Once upon a time I believed that the U.S. Government looked after the best interests of its own citizens to at least some small degree. It doesn’t. Of course, I’ve long been aware of all the wars waged for fossil fuel. The millions of dead and many more millions wounded and displaced in the name of U.S. control of world trade and resources. All the bombs and rockets that have rained down upon those unfortunate enough to be standing in the way of Wall Street profits. All the nasty C.I.A. shenanigans; including but not limited to assassination of uncooperative world leaders, coup d’etat, bribery, management of the world drug trade, torture, false flag events, and control of the media on a world-wide scale. I figured out ages ago that U.S. elections are nothing but an illusion, that there is no real choice between the two assigned corporate parties, and that voting is an act of complete futility.

There is not a shadow of a doubt that our national leaders collect a salary as a small perk, and that their real income flows from the corporations which they represent in The Halls of Congress, The Supreme Court, and The White House. There is even less doubt that those who refuse to do the bidding of their corporate masters will be assassinated…either politically or physically. That the C.I.A. represents Wall Street interests only, and is, in fact, synonymous with Wall Street. But I now know that the life of any sentient being, human or non, is completely superfluous in the eyes of those who control the Corporate Matrix in which we all dwell.

Depopulation should be the highest priority of foreign policy towards the third world, because the US economy will require large and increasing amounts of minerals from abroad, especially from less developed countries.

— Henry A. Kissinger

The title of this piece has absolutely nothing to do with mass-murderer-by-proxy and Nobel Peace Prize Laureate Henry A. Kissinger repenting for his innumerable sins. As advisor, in some capacity, to every U.S. President from Eisenhower to Trump (excluding Kennedy, who would have been happy to scatter him to the winds, along with the C.I.A.), Kissinger has more blood on his hands than anyone in recent history, has been instrumental in the waging of every war since World War II, hasn’t a thimbleful of empathy for anyone, and likely eats puppies and kittens at his 4th of July barbecues. My recent epiphany was the moment I discovered that the “depopulation” recommended by Dr. Hannibal Lecher Kissinger was not limited to the third world, and that U.S. Governmental Agencies have been actively promoting a policy of inflicting upon U.S. Citizens, a toxic combination of cardiovascular disease, morbid obesity, diabetes, various unnecessary cancers, and a plethora of other deadly, depopulating illnesses, since the middle of the last century.

How dare I make such an accusation, you might ask? This is a short tale about a friend of mine from the Baby-boomer generation. A relic from the middle of the last century, obviously in good shape, not overweight by any standards, an ex-smoker and moderate wine drinker. Three mile walks every morning. Then last January the shit hit the fan. She blacked out in her walk-in closet, fell against some hanging clothes, came to, and spent a somewhat disoriented day on the couch. She called me, and we hunted down a local cardiologist, showed up at the local hospital lab a few days later, where she was poked, prodded, and put through the standard battery of tests recommended for someone who might have had a minor stroke. $6000 worth of medical tests later, her cardiologist told her that she had 60% blockage in a major artery, gave her a prescription for a low-dose Statin, spoke briefly about the possibility of future stent surgery, told her to make another appointment for six months in the future, and left abruptly for his golf date.

My stricken friend dutifully filled her Statin prescription but, before popping the cap, did some research. Turns out that Statin drugs are completely useless in halting the buildup of plaque in arteries in at least 98% of cases, and are never effective in curing the problem. Not only that, they come with a list of probable and possible side effects that would make your blood curdle. What Statin drugs effectively do is place a cool $21 billion per year into the pocket of the pharmaceutical industry. Collusion with the mainstream medical community is so seamless and complete, you’d be hard-pressed to find a single cardiologist who would not prescribe useless and dangerous Statins. After all, upon failure of these drugs, the medical community collects an even cooler $100 billion annually, performing stent or bypass surgery. When all seemed lost, and the future hopeless, an internet search led her to Dr. Caldwell Esselstyn and T. Colin Campbell. They opened our eyes and changed our lives.

Esselstyn’s research led him to study the Tarahumara of Northern Mexico, who subsist upon a simple diet of corn, beans, and squash. Within the community, heart disease is non-existent. Not just low-incidence…it does not happen. Cardiovascular problems in Central Africa are only present among the Masi, who eat meat and drink milk and blood. His studies led him to believe that a plant-based diet was the only road to heart health, a theory that his consequent research would prove unequivocally. Working independently in China, biochemist T. Colin Campbell concluded in “The China Study” that, in non-industrialized areas where plant-based diets prevailed, not only was heart disease non-existent, there were no incidents of reported cancers. The two men also discovered independently that a plant-based diet could reverse heart disease, cancer growth, diabetes, and other scourges upon mankind. Say what?

My friend decided to bet her health and her life on these findings, and I decided to go along for the ride. It’s been four months now. We’re both on the Esselstyn diet. We’ve gone 100% Vegan and haven’t looked back. No cows, no pigs, no sheep, no goats, no chickens, turkeys, ducks, or geese, no fish, no eggs, no milk, cream, cheese, yogurt, or ice cream, and little to no cooking oils. What we do eat is anything that grows in the ground. Lots of kale, cabbage, lettuce, broccoli, cauliflower, tomatoes, beans, rice, squash, corn, a cornucopia of fruit, and all the usual suspects from the local produce department. Preferably organic. The results at this point: We’ve both lost about 15 pounds. My friend hasn’t had another health-related incident. We both have more energy, feel generally better, and although it may sound odd…we’re lighter on our feet. The strangest result of this metamorphosis: We discovered that Vegan fare actually tastes better than dead animals. It pops in your mouth, embraces your taste buds, and merges ecstatically with your very being. I’ve decided that the whole Western concept of gourmet cooking is simply an effort to mask the foul taste of dead and decaying flesh.

So why have we been hearing from The United States Food & Drug Administration, all our lives, that we can only be healthy if we consume a large amount of meat, fish, eggs, and dairy products? Would the F.D.A. and the U.S.D.A. knowingly lie to us, wreck our health, and lead us all to early graves? When in doubt, follow the money. Observe, if you will, the never-ending mass exodus through the revolving door. Which door? The door connecting the F.D.A. and U.S.D.A. to the pharmaceutical, medical, fast food, and corporate meat and crop producers, of course.

(1) Man consumes animal products: Arby’s, Hormel Meat, Shamrock Dairy, Hickman’s Egg Ranch, and Monsanto make money.
(2) Man gets sick: Mayo Clinic makes money.
(3) Man fills prescription: Pfizer Pharmaceuticals makes money.
(4) Man gets sicker: Mayo Clinic makes much more money.
(5) Man needs hospice care: Hospi Corp. makes money.
(6) Man’s remains need disposal: Local undertaker and cemetery make money.

Man, it turns out, is nothing but a resource to be harvested. No different than the cows, pigs, and chickens which have been shoved down his throat since childhood. He’s contained within his national boundaries in the same manner that farm animals are contained in their pens and coops. After performing his required job tasks, his utility diminished, he’s prematurely robbed of his health, is culled from the herd, and required to do his part in helping depopulate this overpopulated earth.

If you’ve stayed with me thus far, you’re likely asking yourself who the mass-murderer is. Who is this person repenting for his sins? ‘Tis me, I fear. I don’t murder other sentient beings as a rule. Not directly, at least. As a child, I killed a few trout. Whacked lots of flies, mosquitos, gnats…certainly stepped on more than a few ants and roaches. I paid others to perform my major assassinations. I wouldn’t have a clue how to club, gut, skin, and saw up a cow, and doubt whether I could twist off the head and pluck a chicken. I apologize from the bottom of my black heart for all the pain and suffering I’ve caused to untold hundreds and thousands of breathing, feeling fellow-beings. If I had it to do over, I’d have never listened to the opportunists and miscreants at the F.D.A. and U.S.D.A.

But what I’ve consumed personally is just the tip of the iceberg. I also apologize to all my fellow-humans, whose lives have been cut short by the food I served them over the years. For years I owned and operated an extremely busy and popular breakfast and lunch joint in Jackson Hole, Wyoming. We were famous for the world’s best Breakfast Burrito, and on an average morning we sold about 300 of those bad boys. One with everything had an ingredient list that was enough to make you a candidate for quadruple bypass and cancer of the everything. The innocuous onions, tomatoes, and jalapenos were accompanied by 2 grease-fried potato patties, 2 eggs, ham, bacon, sausage, cheddar, and jack, all wrapped up in a flour tortilla. A pound and a half of deadly deliciousness, and if you could eat two, you’d qualify to have your picture proudly displayed in “The Breakfast Burrito Hall of Fame”. I poisoned my customers in oh-so-many ways. The menu was beef-pork-chicken-turkey-egg-cheese-intensive. Adding insult to injury, we also served a full line of milky espresso drinks and milkshakes. I should really be serving hard time for my crimes…alongside every F.D.A. and U.S.D.A. employee of the last 70 years or so.

There is every reason on earth to go Vegan. To protect your own health and to give yourself a shot at longevity. To stop the ongoing mass-incarceration, rape, and murder of sentient beings we’ve been mistakenly taught to consider inferior. To protect the environment from corporate meat operations, producing vast amounts of methane gas, considered by modern science to be even more harmful to the ozone layer, and instrumental in increasing global climate change than automobile emissions. And because vegetables and fruit just taste better than dead flesh…no matter how much hollandaise sauce you slather on it. We’re in this together: You, me, the cows, pigs, and chickens. Time to end this cruel and voracious cycle of death.

John R. Hall, having finally realized that no human being in possession of normal perception has a snowball's chance in hell of changing the course of earth's ongoing trophic avalanche, now studies sorcery with the naguals don Juan Matus and don Carlos Castaneda in the second attention. If you're patient, you might just catch him at his new email address, but if his assemblage point happens to be displaced, it could take a while. That address is: drachman2358@outlook.com Read other articles by John R..