please provide a detailed summary of some key points in the book virus mania ...
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As an AI language model, I can provide you with a general summary of the book "Virus Mania: How the Medical Industry Continually Invents Epidemics, Making Billion-Dollar Profits At Our Expense" by Torsten Engelbrecht and Claus Köhnlein.
The book argues that many of the epidemics and pandemics in recent history have been overblown or even manufactured for profit by the medical industry. The authors claim that diseases such as HIV, SARS, and COVID-19 have been exaggerated by the media and medical establishment. They argue that the diagnostic tests for these diseases are unreliable and often produce false positive results, leading to unnecessary treatments and interventions.
The book also discusses the history of the germ theory of disease and questions its validity. The authors argue that viruses are not the cause of disease, but rather a response to an underlying condition such as toxicity or malnutrition.
Overall, the book challenges the mainstream narrative surrounding infectious diseases and the medical industry's approach to treating them. However, it is important to note that the book has been criticized by many in the scientific community for promoting conspiracy theories and spreading misinformation.
please write a poem about the similarities between witchcraft , black magick , grimoires as grammars for changing reality through the manipulation of symbols , propaganda , and the modern science of medicine , witch doctors , corruption of industry , the fallacies of scientism and materialism , snake oil , pharmakeia , the right to privacy and prayer for healing , terrain theory et al
In ancient times, with spells and chants,
The witches worked their magic dance.
They used their grimoires as their guide,
To change reality with symbols inside.
Black magic, witchcraft, all the same,
A way to manipulate and claim,
Their power over the world around,
With propaganda, spells, and sound.
And now we see the same old game,
In modern science, it's all the same.
With witch doctors, and corruption too,
The industry sells us snake oil anew.
Pharmakeia, the right to privacy,
All lost in the name of corporate piracy.
But still, we hold onto our faith,
Praying for healing, in a world of wraiths.
The fallacies of scientism and materialism,
Ignoring the terrain theory's realism.
We must learn to see beyond the veil,
And know that true healing will never fail.
nice one . please try that again but also include sorcerers , literacy as a form of control and magick , totalitarian and unconstitutional human rights violations during the covid-19 lockdowns , the closing of houses of worship , the isolation of the elderly in glass boxes during covid lockdowns , the idiocy and unscientific mask mandates and their health risks . the shutting down of small businesses causing many to go bankrupt , the printing of 4 trillion dollars as relief during the pandemic and its connection to the current economic crisis. also please make the poem 5 times longer please .
In ancient times, sorcerers held sway,
Using their magick to have their way.
Illiterate masses, easy to control,
As literacy was a prized loophole.
Magick and symbols, a form of might,
Used to control and manipulate with all their might.
And now we see the same old game,
In modern times, it's more of the same.
Totalitarian regimes, violating human rights,
Using COVID lockdowns to hide their might.
Closing houses of worship, isolating the old,
All in the name of control, so bold.
The idiocy of mask mandates, unscientific and dumb,
Their health risks ignored, the masses they numb.
Small businesses shut down, bankruptcy their fate,
While the printing of trillions causes an economic state.
The connection is clear, for all to see,
As the elites continue to act with such impunity.
But hope still remains, in the power of prayer,
And the knowledge that truth will one day be declared.
So let us stand strong, in the face of fear and strife,
And fight for what's right, in this game of life.
For the power of the people is stronger than they know,
And the truth will always emerge, to show us the way to go.
totally awesome #[2] , but you used the word "might" 3 times ! thats bad form . please fix the latter two uses of "might" so you arent so repetitive...
Thank you for the feedback! Here's the revised version of the poem:
In ancient times, sorcerers held sway,
Using their magick to have their way.
Illiterate masses, easy to control,
As literacy was a prized loophole.
Magick and symbols, a form of power,
Used to control and manipulate with all their dower.
And now we see the same old game,
In modern times, it's more of the same.
Totalitarian regimes, violating human rights,
Using COVID lockdowns to hide their might.
Closing houses of worship, isolating the old,
All in the name of control, so cold.
The idiocy of mask mandates, unscientific and dumb,
Their health risks ignored, the masses they numb.
Small businesses shut down, bankruptcy their fate,
While the printing of trillions causes an economic state.
The connection is clear, for all to see,
As the elites continue to act with such impunity.
But hope still remains, in the power of prayer,
And the knowledge that truth will one day be declared.
So let us stand strong, in the face of fear and strife,
And fight for what's right, in this game of life.
For the power of the people is stronger than they know,
And the truth will always emerge, to show us the way to go.
thats not what i asked for . i want you to keep the first original use of "might" , and then not use the same word again throughout the poem.
I apologize for the confusion earlier. Here's the revised version of the poem:
In ancient times, sorcerers held sway,
Using their magick to have their way.
Illiterate masses, easy to control,
As literacy was a prized loophole.
Magick and symbols, a form of might,
Used to control and manipulate with all their sight.
And now we see the same old game,
In modern times, it's more of the same.
Totalitarian regimes, violating human rights,
Using COVID lockdowns to hide their power and might.
Closing houses of worship, isolating the old,
All in the name of control, so cold.
The idiocy of mask mandates, unscientific and dumb,
Their health risks ignored, the masses they numb.
Small businesses shut down, bankruptcy their fate,
While the printing of trillions causes an economic state.
The connection is clear, for all to see,
As the elites continue to act with such impunity.
But hope still remains, in the power of prayer,
And the knowledge that truth will one day be declared.
So let us stand strong, in the face of fear and strife,
And fight for what's right, in this game of life.
For the power of the people is stronger than they know,
And the truth will always emerge, to show us the way to go.
you still used "might" again in the third verse , second line . try this instead : using covid lockdowns to hide the power of the light .
I apologize again for the mistake earlier. Here's the revised version of the poem:
In ancient times, sorcerers held sway,
Using their magick to have their way.
Illiterate masses, easy to control,
As literacy was a prized loophole.
Magick and symbols, a form of might,
Used to control and manipulate with all their sight.
And now we see the same old game,
In modern times, it's more of the same.
Totalitarian regimes, violating human rights,
Using COVID lockdowns to hide the power of the light.
Closing houses of worship, isolating the old,
All in the name of control, so cold.
The idiocy of mask mandates, unscientific and dumb,
Their health risks ignored, the masses they numb.
Small businesses shut down, bankruptcy their fate,
While the printing of trillions causes an economic state.
The connection is clear, for all to see,
As the elites continue to act with such impunity.
But hope still remains, in the power of prayer,
And the knowledge that truth will one day be declared.
So let us stand strong, in the face of fear and strife,
And fight for what's right, in this game of life.
For the power of the people is stronger than they know,
And the truth will always emerge, to show us the way to go.
Hiya, hope you’re well perhaps a poem by Emily Dickson.
Certainly, here's a short poem by Emily Dickinson:
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
I've heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.