Jim (l) and Joe Rizoli (r), identical twins from Framingham, Massachusetts and BRAVE, loud, persistent activists for decades against 1) the Holofraud and 2) Third World immigration. Joe passed away on January 30th from cancer.
Joe was a friendly, caring, smart and courageous human being and when my late wife Margaret herself was fighting her cancer, he sent her a check for two hundred dollars, which touched her deeply.
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…..RIP, Joe Rizoli
Jim Rizoli on his brother’s passing: “I did my crying, and now I’m angry.” There seemed to be indications they gave Joe bad medical care, then inadequate pain meds…and then the doctors seemingly rushed to switch him to hospice care…. And the morphine itself which they give in hospice you can kill you.
Joe’s rather sudden demise, like that of Margi, may have been suspicious, IMO.
With Margi it was the absolutely bizarre and unprecedented, very low-altitude chemtrail right over our house, and then she had a stroke, as the ER doctor himself said, based on a brain scan he did — though he put down “Stage IV cancer” as the cause of death.
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Like Margi, Joe too was controversial, along with his twin brother Jim. Joe was well-known, like Jim, to the jewsmedia, the ADL and the SPLC for fighting the Holocaust lie and also for opposing mass Third-World immigration into our country and specifically Brazilians pouring into Framingham, and this included street activities, not just putting information online.
If you saw the movie “Saving Private Ryan,” there is a scene where a soldier is shot and is clearly fatally wounded — a huge wound in his liver — and is in a lot of pain, which is common with abdominal wounds. Then they give him massive morphine — and this is what actually kills him, albeit with a merciful intention.
Ironically, the wounded GI, “Wade,” is a medic himself. (He is played by actor Giovanni Ribisi, Italian like the Rizolis.) Being shot in the head definitely looks gross but, in this equally common form of lethal injury, a head wound, at least death comes quicker and with less pain than being shot in the gut.
(Soldiers stick their head up out of necessity to see what is going on. You HAVE to see what the enemy is up to; is he getting close enough to lob a grenade at you? And then they get shot in the head.)
The quiet, inofficial practice in combat wounds, especially with gut wounds, was a sad but merciful decision to give fatally wounded soldiers lots of morphine, which would basically kill them in a relatively painless, compassionate way.
You can see Wade’s fellow soldiers are quite upset to see their buddy die, but if he has to go, then, as Captain Miller decides, Yes, give him more morphine, and then he gets more and more.
I remember Margi’s cancer pain in the fall of 2019 before we started our two months at the Mayo Clinic with massive chemo and radiation….The nurses would ask what her pain level was from 1 to 10, and she would say 8. (At 9 people commit suicide.)
But Margi was stoic, never whined, and was always courageous. I concluded from many things which I have occasionally discussed on his website that she had been an East Prussian from an aristocratic family in her last life. It was that she had a regal way about her, but also many other things. Margi was a lady and a dignified person, and her great knowledge of Shakespeare via her mother’s Shakepeare company acquainted her with the reality of tragedy and of the seemingly unfair outcomes in our lives.
It was almost as hard on me to see her suffer as it was for her to be doing the suffering. And all this cancer hit a woman who never, ever smoked, drank booze, ate junk, or got overweight.
Margi got lots of moderate exercise gardening or walking, or collecting pretty stones on the beach, and, in fact, for her whole life Margi ate ONLY organic, natural foods at a third higher price. And she took high-quality supplements (which I gave her via a feeding tube for three years).
….Cancer deaths I have experienced
Margi came down with this accursed, rapidly spreading and painful disease in 2018. It is now the number-2 killer men and the number-3 killer of women. (It used to be number-8 for men and number-9 for women in the 1980s.)
This was a photo I took of a very recent and very generous donation of $200 from a comrade in Connecticut, laid in front of my computer monitor which shows my late wife, who was and remains the great love of my life. I have her ashes, two photos, two of her favorite hats, and her plants in the window.
I was very aware of this scourge that is cancer because it had taken my paternal grandfather and my father’s uncle’s wife in the mid-1960s. Ruth Davis was married to Henry Davis, who was my dad’s uncle and business partner at Davis, Bateman and Nugent, their big insurance brokerage in Providence, Rhode Island. I guess Aunt Ruth took six months to die in pain, and my parents spoke of it sadly many times.
When my father’s father died, Henry Norman Nugent, his funeral in a Cranston church was the only time I ever saw my father cry. He was a tough Marine Corps sergeant in combat in WWII at Iwo Jima (photo) and an officer in Korea.
Dad was standing there stoically next to me in our pew, and then I saw him sway backward on his feet, and suddenly tears burst out of his eyes.
He wiped them away with his right hand, but his hand was shiny with the salty water spurting onto his face. Considering what a tough guy my father was, this was shocking, a sign how much it hurt him to lose his father (and to the searing pain of cancer, knowing how much his dad had suffered.
To see my invincible father actually crying — albeit soundlessly; he was not wailing, just silently wiping back streams of tears — reminded me of the horror and nausea people had felt five years before when John Kennedy died…. or three decades together, on September 11, 2001 (both things the jews caused).
I remember on November 22, 1963 the principal coming on the loudspeaker into each classroom and giving us kids the bad news and announcing classes would be dismissed early and our parents would be contacted about the school buses coming at a different time. I guess he felt this would show respect for our fallen leader, and also no one could concentrate on the three R’s anyway.
The blood-stained Lincoln Continental limousine (now at the Henry Ford Museum in Dearborn, Michigan. As I say, having grown up in New England, even the Mafia generally would not kill a man in front of his wife …. but the jews would.
The principal’s voice was trembling and sad. And, believe me, men were pretty macho back then; many were WWII or Korea veterans, and the military draft meant everyone served. If a grown man was choking up, we boys knew something real bad had happened.
I have been committed to the truth about the murder of John Kennedy ever since. It was so wrong to not only murder a good man but also to put the relatively innocent American people through such a horrible trauma.
As New Orleans DA Jim Garrison said to a jury, “They have slain your prince.” And people KNEW in their bones it had been a coup d’état. In polls, 80% disbelieved the Warren Commision Report, which despicably framed the innocent Oswald, who had been murdered by the jew Jack Ruby and could not defend himself.
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And Kennedy was killed mostly because of the NUMEC or Apollo Affair.
Amazingly, Wikipedia actually says the truth in this article, probably because the FBI had successfully driven me and Margi out of Apollo.
In 2011-12 I became very involved in this Apollo, Pennsylvania NUMEC Affair, which caused the corrupt FBI and the jews’ consternation as I got active in this town, because this was a CANCER EPIDEMIC perpetrated on a small Midwestern town by American jews and the State of Israel.
Little did I know in 2012 that my own wife — who lived with me in this radioactive town 2012-14 because we wanted to use NUMEC to awaken the white people there as part of a general white rebirth — would also contract cancer. But there Margi and I were, in the danger zone, out to liberate our people by awakening them to the JQ.
An Apollo woman
Armstrong County, where Apollo is located, was very rural, yet its cancer rate was much higher than in Pittsburgh (Allegheny County) which was full of heavy industry, cars, trucks, chemicals, etc.
In a nutshell, Pittsburgh jew chemist Zalman Shapiro, criminally, was NOT manufacturing nuclear fuel for the aircraft carriers and submarines of the US Navy as claimed, but clandestinely making uranium and plutonium for the Israeli atomic bomb.
This directly violated US policy of nuclear non-proliferation as enunciated by President John Kennedy. Kennedy was adamantly against the spread of nuclear weapons, and the Cuban Missile Crisis of October 1962 had only strengthened his conviction.
Sweet old jewish grandpa Zalman killed 10,000 white
Pennsylvanians slowly and painfully with CANCER for his hook-nosed master race. He heinously dumped radioactive waste everywhere, and the safety at his NUMEC plant was a joke. NUMEC employees (but, hey, they were only goyim) were touching radioactive “yellowcake” with their bare hands!
This was my powerful two-part video on NUMEC (done by a friend with great video skills) and my confrontation with the US Army Corps of Engineers over the cancer epidemic, Israel’s guilt, and the $500 MILLION cleanup that drags on and on and on as MORE white Pennsylvanians DIE — FIFTY YEARS LATER:
A woman at the hearing literally bashed into me twice, physically, then brayed to the police that I had ASSAULTED HER.
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Going back to Kennedy….and IsraHell’s illegal bomb project….
The Washington Post editor Ben Bradlee, Jackie Kennedy, Mary Pinchot, a Vassar graduate, and the president. Mary was certainly the Kennedy mistress who had the most impact on JFK.(He had another who was also very bright.) Mary was very intelligent and deeply concerned about nuclear war, speaking with Kennedy during “pillow talk.”
Kennedy was in love with her for some of the same reasons I loved Margi — a fine brain and education… as well as a good heart. A high-IQ man could be bored with an average-IQ wife, despite possibly great virtues in the boudoir, or as a cook, homemaker and as a good mother of his children.
My mother met Jackie in Newport and said she was nice but not too bright. And Ontonagon is a great town but there are just not a lot of Margi types here.
Whatever John Kennedy and Mary Pinchot discussed was serious:
— the Israeli nuclear-bomb program,
— the hopeless Vietnam situation (from Truman through Johnson, every president knew the war was unwinnable and we should NOT pour troops into that “quagmire,” as everyone called it!),
— the crookedness and malevolence of Lyndon Johnson, and
— the need for world peace and détente by direct negotiations with the Soviet Union
Poor Mary was murdered herself nine months after he was killed, one of 35 American citizens the CIA killed in the year after Kennedy died. (Her previous husband, Cord Meyer, was CIA.)
She was shot twice in the head at close range (causing gunpowder burns) by a professional hitman on a bike path near my university, Georgetown. Her purse was not even taken — a sign the CIA was not even trying to fake a “robbery.” No, this was an act of pure terror.
Boy, do I hate it when women — the givers of life, not born to be soldiers — are murdered, and Mary was a beautiful and brilliant woman as well.
She had been a reporter for the major news wire service UP and a writer for The Atlantic, a top magazine for 150 years. Her uncle was a two-term governor of Pennsylvania, her father a top New York lawyer.
At least Mary had had three children with Cord Meyer: Quentin, Michael, and Mark, though Michael died at 9, after getting hit by a car.
The CIA framed a black guy named Ray Crump for the murder, just as they had framed Lee Harvey Oswald for killing JFK, but a jury correctly found Crump innocent. An eyewitness who had heard her scream and saw a man running away said Crump looked nothing like the hitman, who was much taller and heavier. But the CIA was okay with this — the terrorizing effect was actually enhanced: “That was no robbery; that was us — we have plenty of hitmen to silence our critics.”
Great scene from Mel Gibson’s outstanding anti-CIA movie “Edge of Darkness.” The CIA hitman (with the English accent), who knows he has cancer and is going to face his maker soon, is discussing the problem of whistleblowers and how to cover scandals up with an evil US senator and his two cut-throat assistants.
Suddenly his disgust, and his hatred of their arrogance, boil over, especially when they talk down to him even while needing his “services.”
This is one of those scenes where a long-dormant conscience in a man comes alive, and sometimes facing one’s own death can hasten the process. If you believe in God, and you should, then as your own demise nears, ask: “How do I answer for the life I have led and the things I have done?”
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….Global increase in cancer cases by 77 percent
[Source: the excellent German news site Globaler Anstieg der Krebs-Erkrankungen um 77 Prozent (anonymousnews.org)
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