Do you remember the night, because it's embedded in my skull, it's embedded in my heart, and it's embedded in every NIGHTMARE that I will ever have. As Anthony Fauci took a dirty needle and began poking and proding Cactus Jack, the pain was so much that I'll be honest with you. The pain was so much that I wanted to say I quit, Anthony Fauci, I give, I wave the flag, and I'm a coward - please don't jab me anymore.
Then I saw my saving grace. You see, I looked out in that audience, my adoring crowd, and I saw two simple words that changed my life. 'Jab Dewey.' Somebody had taken the time and the effort and the thought to make a sign that said, 'Jab Dewey' and I saw other people around, as every moment in my life stopped and focused in on that sign and the pain that shot through my body became a distant memory- replaced by the pain that will be embedded in my skull ‘TIL MY DYING DAY! 'Jab Dewey.' 'Jab Dewey.' Dewey Foley is a three-year-old boy, YOU SICK SONS OF BITCHES
I've gotta to listen to my little boy say every day of my life 'Daddy, I miss school,' and I say, 'That's too bad son, because your dad traded his health for vaccine for a virus with a 98.9% survival rate. Your Dad traded in a growing old and seeing my grandkids, retirement with my wife, dignity, and living to see you get married - to get jabbed for some scumbag who works out of Langley, Virginia”’
