LETTER TO NOAM CHOMSKY

January 22, 2023

Dear Noam, 

I am writing today with a heavy heart.  No, my heart isn’t heavy from an overload of spike proteins from Big Pharma’s experimental new-bio-tech DNA-changing gene-therapy (AKA “the vax”) that you propagandized on behalf of the most corrupt industry in the history of humanity.  Nope, I didn’t shoot their junk so I’m not dropping dead like young athletes worldwide.  No, it isn’t my vax-induced failed immune system response that is making my heart heavy, Noam.

Nope, it’s you!  You broke my fucking heart dude!

In case you forgot, below is some of what you said while being interviewed on The Primo Radical podcast.

You were asked by the ‘number one radical’ what your thoughts were around mandating vaccines, and this is how you answered:

“I think people who refuse to accept vaccines…I think the right response for them is not to force them to, but rather insist that they be isolated, if people decide that ‘I am willing to be a danger to the community by refusing the vaccine, but also have the decency to isolate myself.  I don’t want the vaccine, but I don’t have the right to run around harming people’…that should be a convention…enforcing is a different question.”

Holy fascism from hell!  What kind of anarchist are you?  I’ve heard you compared to Socrates, but this shit puts you on par with Satan.  WTF dude??  Seriously.  But that wasn’t enough, was it?  You had to dig in deeper with your Big Pharma commie fascist linguistic hate.

The world’s number one radical went on to ask you, “How can we get food to them?”  Your answer?  “Well, quite frankly that’s their problem.”

Oh Noam, please tell me it isn’t so!  Did you seriously advocate that society ban my unvaxxed ass from grocery stores??  You did, didn’t you?  You old fascist cunt!  You want to starve me into submitting to Big Tech’s trillion-dollar vax scam?  For reals, you Nazi fuck?

When I interviewed you in 2015 you seemed nice enough.  Really, you came off as some nice old dude wearing worn-out tennis sneakers, very down to earth.  I have heard it said you were at your essence a Zionist shill, a mouthpiece for the billionaire Instigator class, a faker.  I fiercely defended you of those accusations when confronted, I shall defend you no more.  And many, many of us who once looked up to you now find you phony as hell, not at all who we thought you were.

As you know, the interview we did ended up in my film Targeting Iran.  That was a powerful anti-war film, your words seemed to come from a place of peace, from a genuine concern for an individuals right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.  American or Iranian, we all deserve a life free from oppressive institutions and tyrannical government.  Did Fauci’s gain-of-function fruits scare you into fascism, like it did so many others?  Or were you afraid that you might one day unwittingly eat a bat?  How did you come to embrace the medical tyranny I call Covid1984?

I was happy to land the interview, and being the only interview granted out of fifty interview requests (thanks to David Barsamian) when you came to the University of Oregon that spring, I felt kinda special.  

It was quite a fun experience, really.  I drove down from Portland for the interview with a producer friend Ralph, whom you may remember.  As I looked around the hotel for you, I was directed to a Chinese grad student who had been charged with wrangling you during your dignitary visit.  Noam, have you ever seen the 1980’s comedy classic ‘Sixteen Candles’ starring Molly Ringwald?  Do you remember the Chinese exchange student character?   That’s EXACTLY who that grad student reminded me of, to the tee.  He was a gas.  When I first approached him, his response was quite intense, laced with anger, a bit crazed and out of control.

“I’m here to interview Noam Chomsky, do you happen to know where…”

“There will be no interview with Chomsky!”

“It’s already set-up.  He knows about it.”

“NO INTERVIEWS WITH CHOMSKY!”

“He knows about it man, he’s expecting me.”

“THERE WILL BE NO INTERVIEWS WITH CHOMSKY!  NO CHOMSKY!  END OF STORY!”

And there I am half-laughing and half-stunned and not sure what tack to take.  But right on cue I see your assistant walking down the hall, so I skirt around the Chinaman (“That’s NOT the preferred nomenclature Walter!”) and reach her and she tells me to go knock on your hotel room door.

You answered the door with a very pleasant vibe and asked if we could do the interview right then instead of a half-hour later, when it was scheduled.  I told you we had to wait for a crew member, and that I would be back in a half-hour as planned.  Well Noam, I lied.  Ralph and I coulda done the interview on our own, but I had met a gorgeous, sexy-as-hell woman, we’ll call her Michelle because I can’t remember her name, who was a big fan of yours, and she wanted in on the interview.  I told her yes, she could come down and be the boom-pole operator.  Yes Noam, I tried to ride your coattails into pussydome.  And just in case you think my priorities are whacked because I put off the interview in an attempt to get some, I will direct you to Maslow’s hierarchy of needs: Clearly sex comes before Chomsky.

The interview was great Noam.  You said a lot of smart shit, a lot of anti-war stuff, you saw behind the bomb-Iran propaganda and explained it clearly for the world to hear.  Which begs me to ask the question, what the hell happened to you?  How did you come to shill for Pfizer?  How come you want me to shoot their trillion-dollar junk or starve?

After the interview, me, Ralph and ‘Michelle’ went to the hotel restaurant for drinks and food.  And as I am looking at the beautiful woman sitting across from me, I am quickly realizing that the only boom-pole she will be operating tonight is the one with the microphone attached to it that she was holding during the interview.  I take a sip of my beer, adjusting to this new reality, and guess who walks up!  It’s the dude from Sixteen Candles!  And he is unrelenting:

“WHERE CHOMSKY?”

The interview is long over at this point.  We start laughing.

“IT’S NOT FUNNY!  WHERE CHOMSKY?”

I can’t stop laughing and Ralph says “We thought he was with you.”

Louder:

“IT’S NOT FUNNY!  WHERE CHOMSKY!”

I laugh even harder.

At this point half the restaurant is looking over at our table, me and ‘Michelle’ are cracking up and Ralph is struggling to hold it together: “Seriously, we don’t know where he is.”  The Chinaman gave us a final glare and stomped away, and we just burst at the seams.

So the interview was fun Noam, a good time was had by all.  And now back to hammering your fascist ass.

You have pointed out how the government of Israel controls the amount of calories allowed into Palestine: only enough calories are allowed in to keep Palestinians alive.  Was that what gave you the idea to isolate and starve me?  Did you realize you could ‘separate’ all the unvaxxed folks into camps like they did/do in Australia?  That you could then feed us the exact amount of calories we would need to live, just like the Israelis do the Palestinians?   Maybe that would convince us to shoot Pfizer’s junk, so we could join the majority and once again buy food?

Your place in history is now as tarnished as that of corrupt bio-tech priest Anthony Fauci.  And that makes me wonder who will actually hear your former words of peace now that you’ve shamelessly sown a crop of medical fascism, totalitarianism, fear, and hate?

You blew it Noam, but you have a way out.  

You can offer a full, in-depth apology to those of us smart enough NOT to have shot-up Big Tech/Big Pharma’s mRNA junk.  You must use your gift of words to clearly explain how you were wrong.  But it’s been over a year since you revealed your fascist nature Noam, and I ain’t heard shit of an apology.  I assume you are well aware of the damage you have done to your reputation, to your tome, to your life’s work?

 If you don’t make recompense, you will go down in history as just another intellectual grifter who got found out before crossing the finish line, and quite frankly that’s your problem.

Andy Norris

Oregon