The Ex-con Who Kicked the Idiots’ Nest
Court documents indicate Matt Ridley and Alina Chan’s alleged involvement in a corruption and bribery scheme aimed to cover-up the origins of COVID-19.
From the co-author of the first peer-reviewed paper examining a laboratory origin for SARS-CoV-2, as well as its addendum, which formally linked the H1N1 Spanish Flu pandemic strain release of 1977 to gain-of-function research.
Prison taught me a lot about sociopathy.
Since I was in the teeny-tiny percentage of state prisoners who entered with a college degree, I was braced for the absolute worst from everyone - guards included, especially considering the findings from the Zimbardo Prison Experiment. Reproducibility issues have challenged some of these findings, and I think for good reason - the majority of guards I directly interacted with treated me with relative decency, and sometimes outright kindness.
The only person in the system who challenged me to my face was a little midget correctional officer, CO as we called them at the state prison, who was upset that after making me press my bare ass against a cold concrete wall and attempt to pee into a cup while having severe cold-weather shrinkage - I missed a bit and peed on the floor.
But I soft-shoed and apologized and dodged a disciplinary ticket, knowing any kind of confrontation was very much a losing battle. At the time, I didn’t realize that the administrative staff at the Maryland Correctional Training Center (MCTC) - and arguably by proxy the State of Maryland - had already very much attempted to have me murdered once.
I arrived to MCTC in a van with about ten other inmates, all of us getting dumped off in the building that housed the Intake tier, used to both process incoming guys and as a way-station for court transfers, at about 5am - shuffling in together with our county-issued manacles holding the last bits of the outside world we’d feel pressed against us for awhile. Within a few days every single other guy who came in on that van had been placed in gen pop except me - everyone on the Intake tier would have their lunch as rec together in a common room, making it easy to keep tabs on who was coming and going.
However it took two weeks for me to be placed into gen pop, enough time for two entire other vans full of guys to arrive and be moved out of Intake and into gen pop. Apparently it took that long for the administrative staff at MCTC to decide it was appropriate to place me, someone who’d had a fantastically sensationalized case in the media - one which would put the single most predictable target for physical violence on my back as a new inmate - into a cell with someone who had a long, long history of violence.
The staff at MCTC thought it was appropriate to hold me in Intake way over a week longer than anyone else I entered their facility with - just so they could wait to place me in the cell with this guy:
Damon Alexander was sentenced to two Life sentences plus 110 years for a mass shooting outside of a store in November 2016. Alexander was convicted of two counts of first degree murder; two counts of attempted first degree murder; two counts of attempted second degree murder; and several handgun charges.
These charges would come a couple years after we met, however they would’ve seemed entirely predictable to anyone who’d spent just a few days locked into a small concrete box with him. Since as I would later find out from staff and other inmates, I was one in a long list of victims that MCTC had intentionally placed in a cell with a known predator - not the first nor the last.
When I arrived to MCTC, the Black Guerilla Family, or BGF was all over the local news for having so successfully infiltrated one of the prisons over in Baltimore that guards were bringing drugs in, and babies out. This massive racketeering case was all over the news blaring in every rec hall in the facility, and so when it’s your first time in the joint and your new cellie tells you he’s tied to that gang - hard not to get a little bit nervous.
Especially after he starts promising to have ice-picks delivered to the cell - something that really didn’t make sense since the ice-machines just spit out cubes, took me a moment to get a hang of the whole “prison slang” thing - so that we could have it out like men. Since manhood is apparently defined by dueling the death in a prison cell with ice-picks?
He seemed frustrated that coming after me with a pen and the metal drawer that slid out from under our bunk didn’t seem to work, and that I didn’t seem convinced by the threatening “kites” he’d had people slid under our door, attempting to set up a protection racket on me.
I entered prison without really doing any research, but knowing that whatever happened: No one was going to openly steal from me, in any sense of the word. I wasn’t going to sit back and let my noodles be taken from me, nor my butt, nor my humanity and sense of who I was. So after I realized Damon had escalated to a point where I’d have to possibly kill him, instead I tried to check-in to protective custody - pounding on our metal doors as the night-shift guard made his rounds.
It took five minutes of me yelling and pounding, he eventually took the time to walk by our door, stick his face in the window and laugh at me, before continuing on. The next day the handful of guys I was friendly with, almost entirely contacts from my time playing high school sports, asked if I was alright since they’d heard the excitement.
After explaining the situation they told me how to make sure I got into protective custody, where I spent six-weeks very much enjoying the solitude. In time I’d learn Damon helped lead a riot and get shipped out to another facility, but eventually that sentence would run out and he’d be released. Since our modern penal system is based on the idea of magical timers which somehow rehabilitate people or otherwise indicate they’ve passed certain legal thresholds.
Well at least most of the time, since after all: How old is fifteen really? A line of reasoning which might sound flippant, but which really comes home after you spend 20 months tutoring in the special ed classroom, where nearly everyone was convicted of their crimes between ages 15 and 17, and often being sentenced to decades behind bars for something they did before they could drive.
But in Damon’s case it was readily apparent that “enough time” wasn’t really the issue, and it didn't take more than a few months after his release for him to prove to me that I’d miscalculated a little bit - my life really had been in a lot more danger than I’d given him credit for, since after attacking me with a lock-in-a-sock, I figured that was pretty much it.
Turns out, Damon would’ve been very willing to kill me with the right weapon.
So in the midst of this pandemic, it’s been very strange to have a bunch of over-privileged assholes think that since they’re letting a bunch of billionaires shove their arms up their asses and puppet them around - that I am just going to roll the fuck over while you steal from me?
Oh… oh, honey. You silly fucks think that because you were born into a situation where you could just show-up and succeed, and have had your lives handed to you - that you’re just gonna wipe your ass with me like you do the rest of the rabble? You realize people have been jizzing in your low-fat half-caf lattes for years, right?
The thing is, the absolute only reason I checked into solitary confinement was because I couldn’t quite figure out how to incapacitate Damon without getting myself into even more legal trouble. The panopticon nature of prison architecture meant that neutralizing him would’ve been traced immediately to me, so after he broke the lock of my locker and stole everything including my parents address - which he used to threaten to send his homies to rape and murder them - it was either get rid of him or remove myself from the situation.
And the craziest fucking thing about those weeks locked in a small concrete box with that motherfucker? Some of the most exciting weeks of my fucking life.
Maybe the “Harvard” thing invokes the wrong stereotype, since unlike the rest of the lacrosse team my parents have never played a single round of golf in their entire lives, nor owned anything approaching a luxury car. The car I drove in high school was older than I was. I got into Harvard because of a 1510 SAT score and enough of an athletic resume to walk onto two different DI teams, both of which were Top 20 programs nationally, not because I was destined to get into an Ivy League because of my birth.
Granted lacrosse invokes a bit of privilege, but I got all my gear used for my 13th birthday and played on public teams my entire life - Harvard's lacrosse team was the first and only private one I was ever a part of. I started wrestling in part to eventually get good enough to be the second-best face-off guy in the county by my senior year of high school, the best guy went on to become a three-time All-American at Georgetown.
I am the grandson of an immigrant, who’s starting to think that grandpa should’ve hiked his two-year old britches up and turned right the fuck back around at Ellis Island, given what America has become. And so the thing is, even though a representative of the United States Government conveyed to me that my right to own intellectual property is functionally forfeit: Being a convicted felon does not in fact forfeit my right to my ideas… I mean, at least not anymore than being the President's son forfeits someone's right to snort coke off a Chinese hooker's ass.
Speaking of close and continuing relationships, shouldn’t it raise a few eyebrows that this Administration’s current Secretary of State cofounded a firm that does this kind of thing with the Chinese government and then tried to erase it from the internet?
"U.S. research universities" were among the company’s clients and that the consultancy worked with schools to "remain a trusted partner for DoD-sponsored research grants while expanding foreign research collaboration, accepting foreign donations, and welcoming foreign students in key STEM programs." The company deleted references to such work from its website between July 26 and August 2.”
It’s a little bit unsettling to be told that your criminal past is too “creepy” to allow you to have any public involvement with the work you and your father pioneered and got through peer review in the first place, when there are rampant security risks and conflicts of interest throughout the entire Administration. One of the most powerful Democrats in the entire United States Government is suspected of surreptitiously sticking his dick in Chinese nationals as a hobby, and if nothing else had an undisclosed clear close and continuing relationship with one.
I mean the only thing more openly and preposterously compromising from an intelligence and security standpoint than that would be, well…
Given all that, it’s been sorta just hilarious to have a bunch of folks come along and think they can offer bribes to other scientists to have them remove me and my father from a paper that we worked on covering a laboratory engineered origin of this pandemic - a topic we have been months in front of absolutely everyone publishing about - while running around discussing my case behind my back and slandering me, without there ever being a consequence.
And beyond that popularized writing, which was featured all over Zero Hedge in the early months of 2020 getting millions of hits, the article we submitted for peer reviewed scientific publication in on April 22nd, 2020 ended up being published in August 2020 - it lays out the long history of engineered viruses escaping from labs, and explains why serial passage almost certainly accounts for the mysterious elements of the COVID-19 Pandemic.
Strangely the legacy media has insisted on acting like it doesn’t exist, probably because its addendum makes crystal clear that vaccine research provides a simply straightforward explanation for the virus’s bizarre characteristics:
Natural zoonosis means passing the challenges naturally posed by the immune system of a new host species; however, cellular serial passage can bypass these processes and create unique phenomena, possibly like SARS-CoV-2's flat and non-sunken surface of its sialic acid-binding domain, which contrasts with the typical canyon observed in every single other ever observed coronavirus, as well as a lack of non-synonymous substitutions in its RBD, which would be expected to accumulate at some point during a virus's natural evolution due to challenges from a novel host's complete immune system, but which would not be selected for and then observed to occur at the same frequency during cellular serial passage or during the few generations of whole host passaging required to establish airborne transmission.
Apparently lies and slander have been pretty effective though, but that just reveals the character of everyone involved, and makes moving forward extremely simple - since people happy to propagate entirely baseless lies and slander about you aren’t people you should ever spend a single moment on ever again.
Maybe being really rich gets you locked into that immediate cycle of instant gratification or something, I dunno. However apparently Matt Ridley of Britain's House of Lords and Alina Chan of Harvard and MIT’s Broad Institute think they can attempt to bribe someone to academically stab my family in the back, steal from us, and otherwise act like we don’t exist.
The following documents were received by the Maryland State Circuit Court on May 5th, they outline the systematic and organized efforts to steal from me and my dad and the organized academic bribery conspiracy against us and the risk this poses to American lives - a bribery scheme enacted because we have no connections to billions of dollars worth of funding, and don’t have connections to Big Pharma or anyone else who wants to play God with the human genome, or foreign governments, or Chinese hookers I guess?
My formal motion which peels the onion back a bit more hasn’t been finalized yet, but will be soon, and builds upon the facts presented below.
(Due to the way PDFs are formatted, you’ll have to download this Complaint to scroll within each field.)