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DR. FAUCI: “I got infected about two weeks ago. It was my third Covid-19 infection, and I had been vaccinated and boosted a total of six times.” What a clown 🤣🤡

Fauci just got COVID for a third time after being “vaccinated” and boosted six times. Trust the experts!!

Tonight rumble.com/conspiracysquad Let's talk about the Waco Texas Massacre and why it remains the historical standard for when government tyranny clashes with religious tyranny.

It’s interesting how COVID 2.0 is conveniently showing up around the time of the 2024 election. Kinda like how COVID 1.0 showed up around the 2020 election. I suppose the easiest way to get rid of COVID is to simply suspend U.S. Presidential elections.

Pro-Life from my view as a 15 year labor and delivery nurse and mother. Why? Religious beliefs aside, I want to share a smidge of what I have experienced. When my ex husband divorced his first wife, they had lost their child at one month of age. The one possession that they fought over was the handprint of their son in the hospital before his passing. That opened my eyes into the world of what a bereaved parent’s life looks like. Moving forward I did everything I could to give parents any shred of something tangible to hold onto after a loss of their baby, either a miscarriage or another cause of death, some incompatible with life due to a defect or simply born too soon. Let me tell you, I’ve delivered more babies before they were considered “viable” than I would like to even count. Notice I call them BABIES. There is absolutely nothing that will ever make you forget that sound of a mother howling after losing her baby, absolutely guttural. I’ve had to leave an OR and tell a father his baby did not make it while they were stabilizing the wife, to hold that grown man up in a hallway sobbing so he didn’t fall. I’ve held onto a 20 week old baby who’s mother was so overwhelmed that she couldn’t look at her baby, and for an hour and 20 minutes I did watching the heartbeat after being born before finally passing, so I could call time of death. So it didn’t just die in some cold room in a crib alone, but in the arms of not just a nurse, but a mother herself that knows how precious life is. I’ve made footprints, handprints, and picture scrapbooks for the tiniest of them. I’ve called a chaplain in to baptize their child. I’ve had to do things that I don’t even want to go into detail about to get pictures look “good enough.” I’ve cut locks of hair on older babies to keep in these memory boxes. Wrap them up and carry them to the morgue, scolded by managers because I wouldn’t put them on a cart to not upset visitors on the way despite being covered completely in a baby blanket. It’s a life! It doesn’t deserve to be on an instrument cart, but carried as any baby should. Plaster hand molds so they could see that exact item that I watched destroy a couple in a divorce. To those that say they are not babies… tell that to the howling mother. Tell that to the father you hold up in the hallway. Tell that to the siblings stunned in silence with tears streaming down their face because their sibling isn’t coming home. Truly… look that child in the face and say “why are you crying? That’s not a baby.” If you can do that, then you are nobody I want following me. Personally, I will never forget being told with my oldest son that they couldn’t find a heartbeat. I broke down in the parking lot leaving the ER that night. Why? Because I had already fallen in love. Totally unplanned, but none of that mattered in that moment. I was in love with him at only 6 weeks and grateful over 20 years later, he can still call me mom. These hands cradling this baby are love. Carefully assessing each and every thing I can. They are all God’s children. They are light. They are love…. From the very beginning… They are part of our fight for our children too. 🤍✨