There are easily a thousand other things about which I might fill this particular space at this time, on this day, but for reasons we may never know, I’m wondering about death—specifically, the sudden demise at the age of 33 of another loudmouth media public health fascist.
It has been three months since jabvocate Ian Vandaelle was pronounced neurologically dead. Having reviewed at least a few of his musings and public comments on pandemic politics and policy, it is my opinion this “diagnosis” arrived a few years late. Ian’s body may have been walking him around the world, masked and distanced, but his brain was not working properly – and it killed him.
Vandaelle, a vocal advocate for mandates, passports, and the like, had a visceral hatred of those who dared question his science. How sad he did not live to see that we were right, though I can’t see him taking it well. Being wrong about the outcome of a sporting event or the weather is one thing, but this?
It was a hill he was prepared to die on, and then he did.
The wave of quiet that followed his passing, specifically what killed Ian Vandaelle, was not unlike the wakes of many anti-science conspiracies proven right. The magic medicine neither prevented infection nor transmission (they are still clinging to “prevents severe disease,” but there’s no proof of that either). Masking, which for decades before COVID was incapable of preventing viral spread, does not prevent it after. Distancing was a prank. The list of COVID Cult false truths, since proven so, is longer than Vandaelle’s obituary. Related: Another Militant Pro-Vaxx Journalist Dies … at the Age of 33
Each is followed by an undying moment of silence like the one that follows the shuffling off of nearly every young loudmouth who bragged about getting jabbed and boosted and boosted again: Sans mortal coil and yet no publicly acknowledged cause of death.
Abdiel Leroy asks, “In a society that denies justice to those who have been medically maimed, mutilated, or murdered, would you permit some celebration that, finally, a glimmer of poetic justice, or even divine justice, has pierced through the darkness of tyrants…”
They rejoiced in our death during COVID, including some who got their magic juice (it makes your immune system disappear), then advocated for individual rights, bodily autonomy, and medical freedom. Infidels!
I’m not inclined to express joy at anyone’s passing, even when the weight of irony has piled so high it obscures anything else they’ve ever done. But we write about it, and more often than not, the cause of death is undisclosed or sounds contrived. I’ve looked. I can’t find a cause of death for Ian Vandaelle, just that before it came, the previously healthy young man and vociferous COVID Policy advocate suffered from a sudden chronic illness, and unlike child advocates arrested for laptops filled with kiddie porn, Jabernaughts, who exit the material realm before “their time” are not painted as antagonists in their own tragic comedy.
If it’s out there, his cause of death, the odds are excellent that the root of his demise has been papered over so as not to conflict with his advocacy. He has been allowed to slip – if not quietly – then mysteriously into that goodnight juxtaposed to the cacophony of pandemic passings that by default were blamed on COVID (or the unjabbed) so that people like Ian would not just line up but provide unlimited fear-marketing for Big Pharma and the depopulation uniparty globalists.
I’m not saying Ian was clever enough to connect those dots or any others, but whatever he might have been remembered for, that has been eclipsed by this. He is one of many, deprived of life in the wake of a campaign whose malfeasance continues to unravel before those still living, many of whom ignored Ian’s advice. The medical and journalistic malpractice. The science of censorship by the government through proxies. That we were right about most everything and Ian was wrong. And in the end, COVID did kill Ian. Not SARS CoV2, but the illusions crafted around it by a culture he advocated and defended. That he, as a journalist, never questioned.
I’m sure someone misses him, and to them, our condolences; he was how he was, and that was likely not your fault. But hiding how he died is, and they are still pushing what may have killed him.
