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The Courage to Face COVID-19
Preventing Hospitalization and Death While Battling the
Bio-Pharmaceutical Complex
John Leake
Peter A. McCullough, MD, MPH
Counterplay Books
Copyright © 2022 John Leake & Peter A. McCullough, MD, MPH
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Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Epigraph
Preface
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER 1: The Plague is Coming
CHAPTER 2: Preparing for Battle
CHAPTER 3: Gandalf of Marseilles
CHAPTER 4: A Vaccine in Record Speed
CHAPTER 5: "The Opportunity”
CHAPTER 6: Unwishful Thinking
CHAPTER 7: The ‘Simple Country Doctor’
CHAPTER 8: “My detractors are children!”
CHAPTER 9: Memento Mori
CHAPTER 10: Shooting the Message
CHAPTER 11: “Cuomosexuals”
CHAPTER 12: The Wonder Drug
CHAPTER 13: Dr. Fauci Goes to Bat for Remdesivir
CHAPTER 14: “According to my ability and judgement”
CHAPTER 15: On the Frontline of Critical Care
CHAPTER 16: "What would gene roberts have done?"
CHAPTER 17: Nihilism and Fraud
CHAPTER 18: Professor Risch Punches Back
CHAPTER 19: A Pilgrimage to East Dallas
CHAPTER 20: Healers of the Imperial Valley
CHAPTER 21: “For the sake of our parents”
CHAPTER 22: Enlightenment and Censorship
CHAPTER 23: “We can beat COVID-19 together.”
CHAPTER 24: A Devil of a Time
CHAPTER 25: Dr. McCullough Goes to Washington
CHAPTER 26: The Empire Strikes Back
CHAPTER 27: Ivermectin Gets a Hearing
CHAPTER 28: Begging for the Wonder Drug
CHAPTER 29: An Orgy of Federal Money
CHAPTER 30: “The best disguise is the truth.”
CHAPTER 31: “I’m in a very sensitive position here.”
CHAPTER 32: The Pied Piper of Science
CHAPTER 33: “Rest in peace, wheezy.”
CHAPTER 34: “Where’s the focus on sick people?”
CHAPTER 35: Tucker Carlson Today
CHAPTER 36: For the Love of Money
CHAPTER 37: The Conscience of Psychiatry
CHAPTER 38: Empire of Pain
CHAPTER 39: The Philosopher
CHAPTER 40: Graduating into Eternity
CHAPTER 41: The Stripping
CHAPTER 42: Other Assassinations
CHAPTER 43: The Joe Rogan Experience
CHAPTER 44: “The Best Investment I’ve Ever Made”
CHAPTER 45: Bringing America Home
NOTES
Selected Bibliography
Acknowledgement
About The Author
Praise For Author
Books By This Author
Preface
by John Leake
On October 19, 2019, the Johns Hopkins Center for Public Security, in
collaboration with the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation and the World
Economic Forum, conducted a Pandemic Simulation Exercise. As Johns
Hopkins described the event:
Dr. Watson did not mention any concern about the drug’s safety for use
against CAPS. That one million HIV patients took it indicated it was safe.
Later in the discussion, Dr. Timothy Evans drew his colleagues’
attention to a new organization called CEPI that was founded in Davos,
Switzerland in 2017 by the Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation, the World
Economic Forum, and the Wellcome Trust. As Dr. Evans told the Pandemic
Board:
Event 201 and other planning exercises since 2017 were uncannily
prescient. Many participants said they knew a devastating pandemic was
coming. It was only a matter of time, and CEPI—the Coalition for
Epidemic Preparedness Innovations—was prepared for it. Indeed, CEPI
was already developing vaccines for a virulent coronavirus outbreak.[3]
CHAPTER 1: The Plague is Coming
March 18. Young Ben Abu has just announced the arrival of a
courier from the Court. A cavalry soldier was the bearer of my letter,
and had accomplished the three days’ journey in twenty-four hours,
having been ordered by the Sultan to travel until his horse dropped
and then to continue on foot.
The letter from the Court is most satisfactory. The amende
honorable is made; the authorities here are reprimanded. Already
have I received messages from the Governor, crying ‘peccavi!’ The
palace of the Sultan here is being prepared for me, and a most
plentiful ‘mona’ has been brought.
The Sultan’s orders are that tenfold honours are to be paid to the
British Envoy.
As soon as Ben Dris receives my answer, I am to proceed to the
Court escorted by the Governor of each successive district until I
reach the Sultan.
I have told the authorities here that I have forgotten all; and like
good friends or lovers, a little quarrel is going to make us better
friends than ever. With Moors, and indeed most Orientals, you must
be kind, but very firm, or the end would be great guns.
March 20. Our house is charming; a jewel of Moorish architecture.
It is quite new, and the workmanship is almost as good as that which
is seen in the Alhambra. The walls are highly ornamented in
gypsum, and very tastefully painted. The pavement is mosaic, and a
fountain stands in the midst, from which a jet of clear water plays;
the ceiling is carved and decorated, and intricate and mystical
figures adorn the walls. The huge folding doors and small windows
are all in the same style; in fact, the whole is perfection. On the walls
are written many verses of the Koran, and among other expressions
which I could decipher in the flowery writing, were ‘God is the true
wealth,’ and ‘Health is alone with the Everlasting;’ or, as we should
say, ‘Lay up your riches in heaven.’ Adjoining our rooms are all sorts
of intricate passages with small apartments, fountains, baths, &c.,
and, quite separate, are quarters for the cook and other servants.
Then there is a pretty garden, run to weeds, with a charming alcove
of tastefully-turned woodwork, from which may be seen, on the other
side of the narrow street, the ornamented mausoleum of a saint,
shaded by a lofty palm-tree. Upon this house of the dead sit a couple
of storks, pluming themselves, billing and cackling the live-long day;
they are wild, but all their race in this country are fearless of man,
and on the house they choose for their nest, ‘no evil befalleth.’
‘Meteor’ has saluted; Salli and Rabát have replied. I walked to the
castle to witness the firing of the Moors; an immense crowd followed,
and although I was alone, except for one black soldier, not a whisper
or a curse was heard. Smiles and kind words were the order of the
day, and a murmur ran through the crowd that the English are the
Moslem’s best friends and are honoured by the Sultan.
Accompanied by Kaid Ben Abu (‘the Father of the Mountain’ is ill)
and a troop of cavalry, we rode towards Shella, passing through the
old part of the town of Rabát, of which the walls are still in good
preservation, and appear to have been formed of red tápia[11]. The
Governor informed me that tradition says they were built without any
foundation, and that thirty thousand Christian prisoners, whom he
said were from ‘Irak’ (I don’t know how this is to be explained, except
that they were Persians), worked at the walls, and that many
thousands of the bodies of those that died, or happened to be
punished with death, are embedded in the tápia.
We passed the gate called Bab-el-Haddad or the Smithy Gate.
The ancient town of Shella lies within a few yards of the old walls of
Rabát, and is built on one side of a conical hill.
The walls have a very ancient appearance, and the architecture
looks Saracenic.
Neither Christians nor Jews are allowed to enter Shella; though
Mr. Urquhart, who was here the other day, penetrated into the sacred
town, and his foolhardy curiosity very near cost him his life; for a
Moor with a gun happened to be there and fired at him, as I am
informed, but the gun missed fire. Urquhart was stoned by those who
had seen him enter, and was obliged to shut himself up in Rabát,
and ultimately take his departure. The town is not inhabited and is in
ruins. I could perceive the remains of a mosque or chapel. Ben
Yáhia, my Arabic secretary, tells me there are many inscriptions but
no dates, that one of these mentions the Sultan Assuad[12] as having
built a gate. ‘Sultan Assuad’ means the black Sultan.
I had much desire to see the interior of the town, as one has for all
things forbidden, but make it a point of duty never unnecessarily to
go contrary to the prejudices of the people, however gross they may
be. I believe at this moment, if I were to insist upon it, the Governor
would let me go anywhere and do anything.
We rode to the river side near the town, passing near some
saltpans. The valley had several fine gardens, abounding in orange
and pomegranate trees; the former were covered with their golden
fruit. Oranges are sometimes sold on the trees at the rate of about a
shilling a thousand—and such oranges!
March 23. Went over in a boat to Salli, as invited by Hadj Kassem,
the contractor for supply of bullocks to Gibraltar.
Hadj Kassem met us on the shore and, surrounded by half a
dozen of our own troopers and the same number of the Rabát
soldiery, we entered Salli, the hot-bed of fanaticism. Here a host of
boys began to muster round the party, but Hadj Kassem’s house was
at hand, and we took refuge there before the mob molested us. The
Hadj was very civil, and took us all over his house, which was
furnished in good Moorish style, with carpets of all kinds, looking-
glasses, and clocks, which latter generally indulge in indicating any
hour they please and never seem to be unanimous as to time after
falling into the hands of the ‘Faithful.’ I caught a glimpse of one or
two of the Hadj’s ladies: they appeared well-favoured. There was a
charming little girl of three or four years old, who was admitted to our
society; she sat in all the glory of full dress, on a cushion, looking on
with the gravity of a ‘Kadi.’ The Hadj feasted us with Moorish tea of
all kinds, and we were threatened with ‘siksu’ and other delicacies,
from which, indeed, we had a most narrow escape.
Whilst talking to the Hadj, a great hubbub and shouting were
heard in the street, emanating from a mob of boys waiting to attack
the Christians as soon as they should appear. Hadj Kassem
proposed a retreat by the garden; and this was agreed upon. So out
we sallied, with half our soldiers in the front and half in the rear;
backed by one of our attendants, a young Sheríf, a very daring and
active youth. We had not gone a hundred yards before we were
assailed at the corner of one of the cross streets by a host of men
and boys, who pelted us with brickbats and stones of all sizes. Don
José received a blow on the shoulder. The Sheríf and some of our
soldiers charged the mob, one of whom was knocked down by a
stone hurled by the Sheríf.
On we went at a rapid pace, and after us came a shower of
stones. Dr. Simpson received a blow on the head, and a Portuguese
skipper, who happened to have followed our party, ditto. Again and
again was the mob driven back by the Sheríf and our soldiers; but,
urged on by many a grey-headed fanatic, they rallied and pursued
us. At the town gate we found some rascals had got to the top of the
walls, intending to hurl down rocks upon our devoted heads. We
dislodged the enemy, however, with brickbats, from their stronghold
and then rushed into the open, making for the Hadj’s garden. A
madman, a dancing fanatic, had joined the mob and was yet urging
on the pursuit of us, whistling, jumping and twirling, in the most
savage style. We got safe into the garden, refreshed ourselves with
oranges, and wended our way towards the river.
The mob had again collected in force to oppose us, and a battle of
stones (or, as we should say in ‘Auld Reekie,’ a bicker), took place.
The ‘father of the red cap’ distinguished himself by cracking the pate
of one of the enemy—though only to ‘kill him a little,’ as an Irishman
would say. We reached the boat, and I sent back one of my soldiers
to the Governor of Salli to say that I was extremely surprised to find
he had not sent any guard to prevent this uproar, and that, unless
some satisfaction was given me, I should report him to the Sultan. I
received a reply, brought by the Sheikh of the Jews, a Moorish Kaid,
and some others, apologising for what had taken place; the
Governor of Salli declaring that he was very unwell and that he had
been totally ignorant of my intention to visit Salli that day (this I rather
doubt, as the Governor of Rabát tells me he had written to inform
him of our intention), that he had put twenty of the offenders in
prison, and would not let them out until he had my permission.
I did not receive the Sheikh or the Moorish officer, nor did I accept
this apology as sufficient; for the story of the prisoners might or might
not be true, and public atonement is what I must require for such a
gross outrage. I therefore told my interpreter to tell the messenger
that, if the Governor of Salli wished to hear further from me, he must
come himself to my house in Rabát; or that, if he were ill, he must
send the Lieutenant-Governor and some of the prisoners, and then I
should see what was best to be done. The messengers left us, very
crest-fallen.
In Salli we saw nothing of interest: narrow streets and high town
walls were all that we had seen.
March 24. The Governor of Salli, his Khalífa and a Kaid, the
Governor of Rabát and Hadj Kassem, came to apologise for
yesterday’s outrage, bringing with them ten prisoners. The Governor
of Salli looked indeed very ill, as he had declared himself to be. He
made many apologies for the misconduct of the people of Salli and
for not having come to me himself, or sent some guards. He told me
he had taken twenty prisoners, that he had brought ten with him, to
be punished as I desired, and then to be taken back to prison to
remain there till I pardoned them. After giving him a lecture for not
keeping his people in better order, and pointing out the serious
consequences that might have attended any misfortune happening
to one of our party, I agreed to forget the past and requested him to
free the prisoners. The Governor of Salli then begged I would visit
his town another day, if I remained here for any time, adding that he
would come himself, with his guard, to meet me and would engage
that not even a word should be uttered against us.
No doubt yesterday will be long remembered by the people of
Salli, who are the worst of fanatics in Morocco. I am told the crews of
European vessels, taking in ballast on the shore, are often attacked,
with knives and swords, by these demi-savages. I trust what has
now passed will show them that Christians can command respect
and are not to be insulted with impunity.
I care little for all this, in fact I hate palaver; but look to increase
our influence—which perhaps has been somewhat on the wane
since French hostilities of last year—and trust I shall succeed by
pursuing a very firm, but friendly and just course towards all. Young
Ben Abu declares that what has occurred will cause Christians to be
better respected by the people, and will make the authorities more
on the alert and on their good behaviour towards Englishmen.
March 25. The brother of the Governor of Salli came this morning
to make professions of good-will. I sent Dr. Simpson with him to Salli,
to visit his brother who is ill. Simpson returned well pleased with his
reception; not a word, not a look, of insult from the crowd as he
passed; all was silence and respect.