Do the Right Thing —

(How to... or maybe how NOT to) A Short Allegory on red-pilling.

Last winter my friend Al and I decided to take the girls and kids on a short vacation to the spectacular Normandy coast, to see the Atlantic in its full glory from the high cliffs in the area, and of course to dine on the Atlantic's spectacularly good seafood. Homards, la célèbre Belon Huître de Bretagne, Moules Marinières and Coquilles-St.-Jacques here we come!

My wife's ancestors having been from Bretagne, we were also planning to take in some cultural sights and events, and myself, having been into sailing the oceans for some years, the Cité de la Mer Maritime Museum à Cherbourg-en-Cotentin was a planned visit, at least for me.

For our first night we found a rustic little hotel near Cap de la Hague, right out on the tip of a peninsula that extends into the English Channel (oops, La Manche, excusez-moi!). We should be able to see some great sea scenes while hiking along the cliffs, and thus get sufficient exercise to work off that seafood we planned to gorge upon.

Morning of day 1, the girls and kids had some other destination planned, but Al and I decided to work off the calories with a long walk along the cliffs. Al, a more energetic hiker than I, was quite often in the lead. And although Al frequently approached the void for a better view, right out to the edge of the cliffs, I kept my distance, the well-documented erosion along these shorelines in mind.

I am by nature not too daring in the face of uncertainty, but over the years I've noticed that Al seems to have a far more trusting nature, and he usually seems to get away with Bosching the possibly uncertain and risky things in life. My default disposition is more in accord with the aphorism, "Trust in God but tie your camel."

I also tend to be interested in what may not be salient at first glance, and along these cliffs it is perhaps not easy for some to take their gaze away from the obvious to check out, for instance, the local fauna, flora and fungi beneath one's feet. I was thus busy taking a closer look at some interesting beetles in the grass when, looking up I saw Al right out on the edge, along a concave portion of the cliff some distance ahead. This perspective allowed me to observe the cliff face underneath where he was standing.

Suddenly a few small rocks and earth fell off the face of the cliff underneath where Al was standing, and I was glad to not be over there with Al, unable to observe what seemed to present some possible danger, perhaps considerable. But I have to admit the quantity of falling debris was not all that great, and perhaps normal.

Nevertheless I shouted out to Al, rather more urgently than politely, that he really should retreat a bit from the edge. But he was adamant, yelling back that it was perfectly safe here, otherwise the town authorities would not permit hiking along the cliffs. At least, he insisted, if there was some danger, there would be guard rails installed for the public's safety. Trusting soul, as I mentioned...

Well, we almost got into a shouting match, and so as not to jeopardize our vacation I just had to abandon giving further warning. But I did ignore my beetles to advance toward Al's position so as to try to lead him away naturally from what I still deemed a foolish location. A little tempter and reminder of the Soupe de Poisson that was to be on the lunch menu back at the hotel did the trick without me having to approach the void myself to resort to actual physical convincing.

Apparently unrepentant, at dinner that evening Al gave a glowing account of the scene out on the cliffs, recommending that the others visit the area next day. Nary a mention of my warnings, nor any caution about not approaching the edge too closely.

Next day we all took our separate routes to planned destinations. I did still have an uneasy feeling about the two families out there near the edge, but convinced myself the risk couldn't be very great, as per Al's confident opinion about "the town authorities". The rest of the day passed uneventfully, at least concerning any escaping camels.

But next morning, around the hotel breakfast table, we all read a prominent notice chalked on the menu boards: "Hiking along the cliffs has been forbidden until further notice." Enquiring further, we were told that a large chunk of cliff had unexpectedly broken off late the previous evening.

Al would not even meet my gaze, and I dared not mention that our first day's hike provided an inkling that all was not well out there at the edge. What was the right thing to do? Mention that Al and I should have cautioned the others, and did not because of Al's convictions and argumentative stance? The families have since been to the restaurant together, but never a mention, much less an apology for having quite shouted me down when my warning was surely one of genuine concern.

The parallels:

The cliff is the mRNA COVID "vaccination" campaign

"If it weren't safe, the authorities wouldn't allow..." no indicated parallel required.

The picture of the collapsed cliff and the comment, "I kept my distance, the well-documented erosion along these shorelines in mind." Refers to a general knowledge of BigPharma's lying, cheating, and killing over past decades. (See The Real Anthony Fauci). So one must "keep one's distance" from pharmaceutical products - research them before using them, especially new ones touted to be miraculous, and which also are expensive.

My privileged perspective of the crumbling cliff under Al's feet is my paying attention to published but often censored data.

"Al gave a glowing account of the scene out on the cliffs, recommending that the others visit the area next day." Sending the girls and kids out to the edge represents the unthinking recommendation to family and friends to take the mRNA injections without the least critical reflection, merely on the word of the "authorities" who are making a killing (!) from the sales of these dangerous products.

The third day report at the hotel about the cliff collapse represents the best and latest information on the COVID mRNA abomination, incisively and decisively summarized in, for example, "COVID UPDATE - What is the Truth" by Russell L. Blaylock, in Surgical Neurology, and a rapidly increasing mobilization to use truth to stop the madness.

International Surg Neurol Int 22-Apr-2022;13:167. Available from: https://surgicalneurologyint.com/surgicalint-articles/covid-update-what-is-the-truth/

Al's subsequent stony silence represents the actual situation with such a friend now. Unwilling to admit he was wrong, and unwilling to admit he risked the lives of others by not accepting a do-the-right-thing helping hand from a friend who had information he had ignored, and actually vociferously and with insult refused to read. My warning about the crumbling cliff he called FAKE NEWS.

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