Monetizing Misery: Weathering the Storm: Emily’s Story of Health Choices and Family Resilience

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In this heartfelt video, I recount the story of my daughter Emily and the pivotal decisions my wife and I made regarding her health. Born just 19 months after her brother Weston, Emily entered our lives during a tumultuous time. After witnessing severe reactions in Weston following his MMR vaccination, we were fraught with worry and uncertainty. This led us to delay and reduce Emily’s vaccinations, a choice met with criticism from many medical professionals who dismissed our concerns. Despite the challenges, Emily’s symptoms were far milder, a small relief amidst the storm we were weathering.

Our family’s ordeal was compounded by the need to care for two young children, one of whom was suffering significantly. The strain on my wife was immense as she juggled the demands of motherhood with the complexities of Weston’s condition. Emily, growing up in the shadow of these events, had a different childhood than we had envisioned. We found ourselves grappling with the possible consequences of our decisions, surrounded by a myriad of voices and opinions on the best course of action.

This narrative also delves into the impact of these experiences on my personal life and career. As a successful businessman, I found respite in my work, using it as a coping mechanism to escape the challenges at home. However, the pressure and pain were ever-present, leading me to seek comfort in alcohol and prescription drugs. Now, looking back as a 67-year-old man, I reflect on the path we’ve taken, the lessons learned, and the indelible marks these experiences have left on our family. It’s a story of love, sacrifice, and the relentless pursuit of what we believed was best for our children, amidst the echoes of a medical debate that touched our lives in the most profound way.

Monetizing Misery: The Devastating Transformation of Our Son After Vaccination

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Weston was adopted 19 months apart from Emily, and they both have the same birth parents. My son Weston Wyatt was born on February 2nd, 1998, at Phoenix General Hospital, weighing 6 pounds and 8 ounces. He was absolutely perfect, with no complications during birth. That day is vivid in my memory—the sight of his head emerging, the sound of his first cries—it was the moment my life changed forever. At 40, and Joyce at 38, we finally achieved parenthood, a dream we had cherished for years. The emotional weight of that moment was profound, as Joyce and I, tears streaming down our faces, realized that our lives would never be the same.

Shortly after birth, following a Hepatitis B injection, Weston developed a rash and jaundice, requiring additional days in the hospital in an oxygen tent. When we finally brought him home, our hearts were full of joy and anticipation for the future. We meticulously kept a diary of his routines, and his first pediatric visit with Doctor Mick was reassuring. However, at two months, Weston received multiple vaccinations during a routine visit. In the days following, our once cheerful boy became fussy and visibly distressed, leading to numerous subsequent doctor’s appointments. Despite assurances from Doctor Mick, Weston’s health declined, and he began to miss developmental milestones, showing signs of serious illness.

Weston’s condition worsened over the months, with severe vomiting, respiratory issues, and unrelenting coughing. Doctor visits became a constant in our lives, as we struggled to understand and manage his deteriorating health. He was diagnosed with bronchitis, reactive airway disease, and upper viral respiratory infections, all treated with an onslaught of medications that seemed only to exacerbate his suffering. It wasn’t until he was 18 months old that he began to walk, and even then, only on his knees—a sign, we later realized, of the dizziness and other neurological issues he was experiencing. As parents, we watched helplessly as our son faced a barrage of health challenges, a stark contrast to the perfect health he was born into.

Monetizing Misery – Introduction

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For years, I’ve been a prominent voice in advocating for truth, often tackling controversial topics with the goal of bringing honesty and clarity to people’s lives. Now, at 67, I am taking a step back to reflect on my journey. This moment, my swan song, is a poignant one, as I consider the term’s meaning—a final act before retiring. It brings to light the realization that despite my efforts, the truth seems to be an increasingly unpopular cause in a world where lies prevail.

About six years ago, my life took a drastic turn when I experienced a seizure that left me with a profound feeling of disorientation and vulnerability. This episode occurred just days before a pivotal event at the CDC, which I still managed to attend despite not feeling fully recovered. It was a time when I was deeply involved in the anti-vaccine movement, passionately working alongside others who believed just as strongly in the cause. My commitment was unwavering as I shared my children’s stories and connected with many families affected by vaccine injuries.

However, my experience at the CDC event and subsequent interactions with key figures in the movement led to a gradual awakening. I started to see discrepancies and questioned the true intentions behind the public displays and the supposed solutions offered to the problems we were fighting. The realization that the cause I had poured my heart into might not be as altruistic as I believed has been both painful and sobering. Now, I strive to find forgiveness and peace as I share my story, encouraging others to look beyond the surface and seek their own truth in the complex narrative of public health and advocacy.

From Adoption Dreams to Vaccine Nightmares:
The Story of My Son Weston – Part 1

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I often ponder how this entire ordeal began. As I reminisce, I remember the excitement and anticipation my wife and I felt when we decided to start a family after our marriage. Despite the challenges of in vitro fertilization and the costly efforts, our dreams were shattered when it didn’t work. We then embarked on an adoption journey, only to discover the long wait times due to a high demand for adoption. Nonetheless, our determination led us to being chosen by birth parents, Cassandra and Alex, who were young but wonderful individuals. We closely followed Cassandra’s pregnancy, eagerly awaiting the birth of our son, Weston.

Weston was a bundle of joy, but as the months went by, he began to exhibit health concerns. After every doctor’s visit and vaccination, his health deteriorated. It was heartbreaking to see our once vibrant child become so unwell, especially when doctors kept dismissing it as normal childhood illnesses. The turning point was the MMR vaccine, which dramatically changed Weston’s life and consequently ours. We couldn’t fathom how such a trusted medical procedure could have such dire consequences.

The impact of Weston’s vaccine injury propelled me into a mission to understand more. In my business, I began to interact with other parents, gathering stories and finding a pattern. The more I delved into the topic, the more enlightened I became about the realities and deceptions surrounding vaccinations. Today, as I witness the daily struggles of my children, Weston and Emily, I am reminded of the immense responsibility and challenge of parenthood. Despite the hardships, their presence is a precious gift, and I strive every day to give them the best life possible.

My Journey from Advocacy to VAXXED and back to Advocacy

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The day the movie VAXXED was released, April 1st, became a defining moment in my life, as it did for many other parents of vaccine-injured children. The film shed light on four pivotal areas: the need for transparency around CDC fraud, an urgent call to repeal the 1986 National Vaccine Injury Act, the advocacy for individual MMR vaccines, and the essential reclassification of vaccines as pharmaceutical drugs. While many of these objectives have yet to be realized, the message of the film deeply resonated with me, pushing me to raise awareness through personalized license plates and car decals.

Motivated by my personal experiences, especially with my children Weston and Emily, I embarked on a mission to address the housing needs of aging children with Down syndrome and autism. Drawing from my background in real estate, I envisioned creating a supportive environment for these individuals. However, the journey wasn’t without its challenges. I found that many parents, understandably attached to their grown children, were hesitant to consider alternative living arrangements. Despite the initial setbacks, I remained resolute.

Over time, my focus evolved, and I began to use my resources and expertise to assist another vulnerable group: disabled veterans in Prescott, AZ. Recognizing the skyrocketing rents and the increasing challenges these veterans faced, I became committed to offering them affordable and safe housing options. Throughout this journey, my underlying philosophy has always been to prioritize others, striving to make a positive difference in the lives of those around me.

A Charity Most Foul

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KEVIN GENE TUTTLE’s attempt to get back into the grift was only a matter of time.

TUTTLE coordinated efforts with ERIN MARIE MALONE OLSZEWSKI to create multiple non-profit organizations like WISCONSIN UNITED FOR FREEDOM and a national protest called THE MILLIONS MARCH AGAINST MANDATORY VACCINATIONS throughout 2019.

The capstone was a non-profit of his own named THE ADVERSE EVENTS RECOVERY AND INFORMATION CORPORATION (AERIC).

The INCENTIVE of the alleged non-profit was a go-between; donations go to AERIC and TUTTLE gives a portion to VACCINE-INJURED PARENTS while taking the rest for himself.

On paper, AERIC is a financial instrument creating an OPPORTUNITY for TUTTLE to collect anonymous donations.

Source: https://t.me/co_appleseed

The Rich Keep Getting Richer…

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When the pandemic began there was 1 person worth $100 billion.

Now there are 9.

When the pandemic began the 10 richest people had $695 billion.

Now they have $1.36 trillion.

While people struggle to put food on the table amid the pandemic, billionaires are getting richer.

The day when people realize this is a business, it’ll be too late.

Monetizing Misery – Chapter One (Video)

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