Guest Post by Mark Crispin Miller

The stars are also dying in unprecedented numbers (as the machine they work for wants us not to notice)

Now and then someone will post a comment seeking numbers making absolutely clear that the increasing toll in “sudden deaths” and crippling injuries is greater than in years before.

Early on, in noting the reports of all those “dying suddenly,” from time to time we looked back at the incidence of such reports pre-2021, and found that, yes, the toll was greater now, and growing all the time.

In my view, such comparative statistics, or whatever, are a waste of time, since it’s so obvious that what we’re seeing is unprecedented. In my view, it’s enough to trust your memory of what life was like before, if you are old enough to have such memories, and haven’t buried them.

In any case, here’s further evidence of the ongoing catastrophe.

First, from my friend Turfseer (who put them in a recent comment), a telling pair of articles in USA Today:

Celebrity Deaths 2019

Jerry Herman, Herman Boone, Danny Aiello, Celebrity Deaths: Remembering notables who died in 2019

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https://www.usatoday.com/celebrity-deaths/2019

Celebrity Deaths 2022

Celebrity Deaths, Pope Benedict XVI, Barbara Walters, Pele: Remembering notables who died in 2022

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https://www.usatoday.com/celebrity-deaths/2022

So that’s one way to gauge the vast increase in excess deaths among the “vaccinated.” Here’s another:

Among the missing at the 95th Academy Awards

You may recall my post about the “In Memoriam” segment on last year’s Oscars—a spectacle whose showy “woke” vulgarity, and jaw-dropping narcissism, blew my mind as I sat watching it. Beginning with Sidney Poitier, the segment focused less on Poitier’s accomplishments than on Tyler Perry, who—upstaging the images of Poitier on the screen behind him—rattled on about how Poitier enabled his career as a (black) movie star. When he was done saluting Poitier (and himself), the lights came up on The Samples Choir, a big rockin’ gospel chorus that, as images of other dear departed movie people flashed by on the screen behind them, belted out a medley of “appropriate” hit tunes, the harmonies and choreography (again) upstaging the dead instead of honoring them. That din was interrupted by two other rank displays of onanistic “grief,” one by Bill Murray, in a really cool hat, simpering about “my friend” Ivan Reitman, and the other by Jamie Lee Curtis, holding a puppy, and reminiscing, smilingly, about her “friend” Betty White (in whose honor we should all adopt an animal, like little “Archie” there).

And then the segment ended as it started, only worse, with a climactic orgy of “woke” self-congratulation that erased the dead whom it appeared to eulogize, the choir and orchestra so thunderously blaring that you had to strain to hear the peroration of Julia Scott, the (black) chanteuse/actress who said this, in memoriam (almost shouting to be heard):

Friends, family, peers, people, we all know there will be loss. Here is where we must honor the legacies, the moments that tickled us and reminded us of us. Here is where we celebrate the lights, where we say the names and where we clap our hands in gratitude. (emphasis added)

Of course, the glittering thousands watching at the Dolby Theater rapturously clapped their hands, and yelped and roared and whistled in delight at that loud segment, which tickled them, and reminded them of them. Meanwhile, it reminded me of the necrologies that the Academy had always done on Oscar night, with no live acts, but just a dignified montage of the departed, with somber music, or no music, playing over it. That memory had me marveling, in a bad way, at the crassness of the spectacle that Sunday night.

But I soon came see that there was method in that crassness. Not only was the segment an unprecedented triumph of bad taste, but it was also incomplete, as I was not the only one who noticed that a lot of stars and famous others who had died throughout the year—including Bob Saget, Norm McDonald, Ed Asner, Jean-Marc Vallée, Willie Garson, John Korty and Robert Downey, Sr.—weren’t there. The fact that Saget, Asner and Garson had all publicized their “vaccination” (as had Betty White), and that all the others missing probably had been injected, too, since Hollywood was all in for the jab, pointed to the likelihood that the Academy decided to tart up that night’s “In memoriam” not to honor the deceased but to distract from those unlikely absences, and thereby distract us all from noticing how many more departed there now were.

Here’s the only clip of that night’s segment I could find on YouTube—a clip from French TV, whereas the other clips (the ones that come up first) present a more traditional montage that does include those missing dead, but that was not aired on Oscar night:

There must have been (I hope there was) some pushback over that grotesque production number, and those spotlit reminiscences, since this year’s “In memoriam” was more subdued, with no stars doing bits, and only Lenny Kravitz at the keys, for a dolorous performance of “Calling All Angels.” John Travolta introduced the segment with a halting, tearful reading of his lines, the mega-star so clearly, and sincerely, broken up that it made “news” online, with people speculating, credibly, that he was thinking of Olivia Newton-John.

His grief was certainly more moving than those stilted riffs the year before, and Kravitz’s song was an improvement over last year’s racket; but this segment too was a deceptive shot of “vaccine” propaganda, working to distract us from the absence of more stars, and others, from that canned farewell. Thus, instead of duly honoring all the year’s departed, this “In Memoriam” was—like last year’s segment—clearly meant to complement the Pfizer spots that ran throughout the show.

Here are some of those who didn’t make the cut this year. How many had been “vaccinated”? Maybe some were not (as Olivia Newton-John was not). Since “vaccination” was, of course, a must in Hollywood (though many stars have got around it with fake “vaccine” cards), the chances are that most of these departed, if not all of them, were jabbed as well:

Ann Heche:

Tom Sizemore:

Charlbi Dean:

Tony Sirico:

Cindy Williams:

Paul Sorvino:

Melinda Dillon:

Sandra Seacat:

Stella Stevens:

Ricou Browning:

Fred Ward:

Bo Hopkins:

Philp Baker Hall:

Jean-Louis Trintignant:

Joe Turkel:

David Warner:

Clu Gulager:

Marsha Hunt:

Henry Silva:

Leslie Phillips:

Topol:

Frank Vallelonga, Jr.

Gary Friedkin:

Former Disney exec Dave Hollis:

Gilbert Gottfried:

Leslie Jordan:

‘Saving Mr. Banks’ actor Ronan Vibert:

Movie exec Rob Mitchell:

‘Elvis’ Actress Shonka Dukureh:

“Walker Texas Ranger” star Clarence Gilyard Jr.:

Casting director Amanda Mackey:

Director Albert Pyun:

Director Jeff Barnaby:

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