After 4 rocky years of high school, it was time to apply for college...

This was a two year saga of studying for the SAT and ACT, writing
essays and submitting applications...

Then, Whittier sent the scholarship letter.

Hooray!

A private school near the city she grew up in, it was almost a no-brainer.

We made the visit.

A two day, on-campus experience, the scenery was spectacular.

The campus spotless.

The science labs were sterile, and pristine.

It looked like the perfect learning environment for an unruly, undecided
major who was ready to tackle higher education, Durban poison and set
the curve in chemistry, English and entrepreneurship.

We talked about my college experience as a student athlete. I told her
about the good and the bad...how I got arrested in Psychology class
in front of 120 students for fighting the night before...How I met mom in
the gym...how I graduated with a scholarship to graduate school..

Whittier was looking great.

But then we met the faculty and staff...

A small school, Whittier was a mob - made of "e-boys and e-girls."

Straight out of a Rick and Morty cartoon, the student body was nothing more
than politicized robots who couldn't speak outside of Instagram posts
and political headlines. They're the type who can't look at you in the eye
or formulate a sentence, but love trolling you.

...we were looking for a portal to escape this make believe world that we
refused to play along with.

(Why do we give a sh#t about the different types of bathrooms at your
school? How about a tour of the f@#cking library?)

Then the vaccine topic came up..."Oh sh#t, let's hang a bit," Lily
insisted.

"We take vaccines very seriously and do not grant waivers," regurgitated
the head nurse.

Where's the off button on this robot?

Time to speak up.

I secretly wanted to find a portal to toss her lifeless, HFCS filled, politicized body
into...the other robots perked up, ready to attack with headlines.

E-boys and e-girls started scrolling their phones for CDC and FDA headlines...

(I wanted to force feed them their iPhones...)

Lily and I just looked at each other to share a quick laugh.

I had to ask, "what vaccines do you take seriously? In 1960 an average of
three vaccines were given to children. Today, this number has shot up 800% to
at least 24, sometimes more!"

(One eBoy thought I was about to rap...)

Silence. Some type of mainframe malfunction...

Said robot skipped over the question.

"It's going to be very hard to get a vaccine exemption," sir.

I had to ask, "Do you take immunity seriously? Because my daughter is naturally
protected as verified by a blood test for antibodies."

"You'd have to get a medical waiver signed by a doctor, but there's still no
guarantee that it will be accepted..."

What the f#$ck? State funded, pharmaceutically compliant robot couldn't
understand me. She's IMMUNE!!!!!

"Papa, this place sucks. F#$ck the scholarship. Let's go visit a school
outside of California."

Done.

Short tour!

If you blindly accept that vaccines are safe and effective, then there's no
stopping the number of vaccines they will jab your kid with.

Take charge of your own health, minus the state funded robots who would
have you get stabbed left and right...

And since there's no portal to toss these fools into, you need to arm yourself
with the facts: www.3worstmedsbook.com

Get immunized naturally!

Time to ditch the meds!

The People's Chemist

P.S. She's off to U of A, without any question on the vaccine overdose
currently attacking California.

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