Damn, that was some horrifying shit. And it's not like any of it was a surprise. But clip after clip of clots being pulled out of veins and arteries, and of people going rigid and falling over wears you down like nothing else. Sleep is not going to come easy tonight. It may be the sense of anguish and frustration over the knowledge that all of my loved ones, with the exception of my wife, happily and eagerly rushed to receive the jab. And not just once. And that trying to talk to them about it is pointless and risks enmity with people I love. So I bite my fucking tongue and we talk about the weather. I know my daughter wants children but the likelihood that some day I'll be bouncing a grandkid on my knee is a dream that grows fainter every day. It makes me so damned angry. But even more it makes me sad. Hats off and thanks to the makers of the documentary, I know I would not have been able to see the project through to the end. If there was even a single grain of justice in the world every single people responsible for the mass vaccinations -- from the politicians to the drug companies to the doctors and all the way down to each and every person who thought that they were doing their part by getting the shot -- will come to realize the role they played in this grand assault upon humanity. There is no excuse and there should be no forgiveness.