The author says both jabbed and unjabbed people in their prime are filling specialty clinics with arrhythmias, autoimmunity, fatigue, and “turbo-cancers,” so mRNA shots (which he has attacked at length) cannot be the sole cause—Amish aside, there is no clean control group.

He treats pandemic burnout (lockdowns, dread, broken sleep and vagal tone) as tinder, then names the shared toxin as other people: subtle “Homo toxicus” / crab-bucket tactics (exclusion, gossip, smiling sabotage) that keep cortisol high until the body breaks.

Prescription is social, not pharmaceutical: leave enabling crowds (newsroom, condo committee, politics), stop marinating in mediocrity, and treat chronic illness as often a relationship problem doctors cannot prescribe a divorce from.

The vaccinated and unvaccinated are falling alarmingly ill. The one unmentioned variable could be standing right beside you.

Let me begin by addressing a whispered epidemic among those outside the Substack echo chamber. Walk into any cardiology ward, rheumatology clinic or neurology department, and you will find the waiting rooms partially and alarmingly filled by those in their prime. These are the gym addicts in their mid-forties, the fifty-year-old executives with access to first-class healthcare, and the thirty-five-year-old mothers who did everything right.

Consider, for instance, two marathoners cum scholars I know who lead healthy lifestyles and are financially well-off, and yet their lives are increasingly blighted by chronic ailments.

Since 2021, a binary war has raged over the cause. One camp points an accusatory finger at the mRNA vaccine, listing adverse reactions, myocarditis clusters, and sudden autoimmune flares with justified fury. Big Pharma has earned that suspicion in blood and bribes. Their sales reps, armed with corporate black cards, have long wined and dined physicians in pricey restaurants. In the darker, unspoken corners of the trade, they have supplied “hired companions” to seal the deal. They have turned the prescription pad into a revenue stream, and they have vitiated our collective health in pursuit of quarterly earnings. I personally know people who died suddenly or who developed turbo-cancers in their prime. Their painful experiences, and those of their grieving relatives, should never be written off. The anger and cynicism here are wholly warranted.

But there is another variable that shatters the neat narrative. The unvaccinated are falling just as ill. These are the ones who avoided highly processed foods and sugary sodas for much of their lives, and yet they are now grappling with one medical ailment after another.

Arrhythmias, mysterious neuropathies, sudden crippling fatigue and joint aches are ripping through the bodies of those who refused the jab with near-equal ferocity. If the syringe were the sole architect of this collapse, the unvaccinated would stand as a pristine control group and a monument to natural purity. Only the Amish seem to have emerged relatively unscathed, leaving the rest of us without a clear comparator. As for the others, their biomarkers are nearly as inflamed, their hearts are getting increasingly erratic, and their immune systems seem compromised.

Let me be clear that I have written extensively against the mRNA vaccines, combining systems science with polemical prose. My Substack commentaries were actually ignited by the coronapsychosis. Yet I keep finding both the vaccinated and unvaccinated falling ill at alarming rates.

We must therefore seek another common denominator.

I was once ostracised and avoided like the plague by a group of fellow nature walkers because I had refused the vaccine. Later I was hailed as a hero and “the smartest man on earth” for that same stance. Their numbers are thinning dramatically and many of them now have their mobility severely constricted. But I tend to avoid them for a........

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