September 18, 2023. GITMO.
If Moderna Monster and “Queen of mRNA” Melissa J. Moore had any regrets over the countless fatalities attributable to the vaccine she had engineered, she didn’t voice them when Vice Adm. Darse E. Crandall offered her a minute to make a statement of remorse, as she teetered on the gallows with a rope coiled around her fatty neck.
She instead recited the dogmatic Deep State mantra ubiquitous among many Deep Staters whose time had come to face the noose: I followed orders. I don’t deserve to die. I’d do it again. The vaccine saves lives.
White Hats estimate Big Pharma’s COVID-19 jabs have killed or wounded millions of Americans. And the exposé, an online publication that pushes for Covid accountability, extrapolates that figure to 22 million worldwide, based on peer-reviewed studies and empirical data.
Asked whether she wanted Last Rites, Moore said she and her domestic partner, Janet Kosloff, were practicing Pagans “in balance” with Velinas, the god of the dead in Baltic mythology, and that only he could stand in judgment over her. Velinas, she said, aided her in demystifying the complexities of life.
“I don’t need your priestly invocations,” she sputtered, glancing down at the Navy chaplain.
“You can kneel to the Grand Poohbah of the Loyal Order of Water Buffaloes (a Flintstone’s reference) for all I care,” Vice Adm. Crandall said. “Let me tell you something: When I was assigned this task, it pained me. But I soon learned you people have no redeeming qualities—you’re irredeemable. And I’m numb.”
The hangman atop the platform put a sack over Moore’s head. He waited for the admiral’s command and then pressed a button causing the door beneath her feet to swing open.
Moore was pronounced dead at 10:45 a.m., September 18.