Episode Details

Massive meta-analysis finds definitive link between autism spectrum disorder and gender dysphoria; “vaccines” were the catalysts that precipitated it all

December 29, 2022admin

TheCOVIDBlog.comDecember 29, 2022 (updated 10:20 p.m. Pacific)

The COVID Blog® first coined the “LGBTV” (for vaccines) acronym in a November 16, 2021 article. Mr. Eric Turner is a homosexual bodybuilder who suffered a post-injection coronary artery dissection. He frequently hurled vile vitriol at the non-vaccinated for no reason via his social media channels. Many LGBTV vaxx zealots do this, only to turn up dead or maimed from the injections later on. See Richard Rowe, Jason Maurer, Bill Branch, Thomas Senzee, etc.

We posited that since the LGBT acronym arbitrarily adds and/or subtracts letters seemingly every few months, that “LGBTV” should be the final iteration during The Great Reset. The injections are essentially required in that culture, that religion, if you will. The very pro LGBTV Human Rights Campaign (HRC) Foundation found in August 2021 that 92% of LGBTV Americans (n=15,042) had received at least one mRNA or viral vector DNA injection by July 2021. That’s compared to 57% of the entire U.S. population to have received one injection by that time.

HRC published updated data in March 2022. It found that 93% of LGBTV were “fully vaccinated” (one J&J shot or two mRNA shots), with 96% boosted or planning to get boosted. The general U.S. population is 40% boosted. This group is very proud of these stats. It is a rite of passage, their “pride” of sorts. It makes sense when taken together with all the available information about these strange bedfellows (vaccines and homosexuals).

RELATED: Move over cancer: mRNA injections are respawning HIV/AIDS around the globe, while numerous AIDS researchers are suddenly and mysteriously dying (February 28, 2022)

This blogger has written several times that he received only one vaccine (MMR) as a child, as did many other Generation X kids. We all got chickenpox, and were locked in basements with classmates, comics, cartoons, and candy until we healed. These were called “chickenpox parties.” We loved b