James Bond is alive; held captive in Australian COVID hotel

by Jon Rappoport

January 28, 2022

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Dear reader, this is a blockbuster. As new details emerge, I’ll get them to you. Here is what I know so far, as relayed to me by a trusted Hollywood cocaine trafficker, money launderer, and financer of several major film studios.

James Bond is supposed to be dead. He was killed off in his recent film. The plan was to reboot him as a non-binary trans-ish woman.

However, the director of the new Bond film went rogue, on location in Melbourne. And when I say rogue, I mean off the cliff. He dumped the script, recast the film, and with a beer-guzzling male Aussie wrestler as Bond, and a gorgeous out-of-work female stripper as Bond’s sidekick, undertook a wildcat mission:

Free Novak Djokovic from the clutches of the Australian border police and propel him on to center-court at the Open, standing in full view of the crowd and the television cameras at the service line, ready to compete and defend his crown.

The director, Sam Kubrick, was prepared to cast a largely unknown local amateur tennis player as Novak, but owing to some sort of gargantuan mix-up, the actual Novak was thrust into the role of himself.

Novak is still in Australia.

Not all the scenes of the new film have been shot, but this is what Kubrick has in the can so far, as he and his crew are fleeing from authorities into the far reaches of the Northern Territory:

Bond slips into Melbourne in the middle of the night without a vaccine passport. He hasn’t taken the injection. He arrives at the home of an old pal, a US former CIA ex-pat, Jim Munson, who is running a sophisticated operation in his basement—counterfeiting “wellness certificates.”

Munson leads Bond through a door in the basement, revealing a fully staffed lab, where medical refugees from federal research facilities are analyzing vials of Pfizer, Moderna, and AstraZeneca vaccine.

So far, they’ve found traces of a failed heart drug which actually causes heart attacks, graphene oxide, and an overabundance of toxic lipid nanoparticles in some vials.

One of the refugees (the gorgeous stripper) walks up to Bond and hands him her credentials, establishing her as an undercover agent for the Swedish Ministry of Defense. She was originally tasked with the project of estimating the deleterious effects of the Australian lockdowns.

But now she is digging deeper into an Australian government scheme to establish total control of the citizenry on a permanent basis.

Suddenly, upstairs, there is a massive explosion.

The ceiling of the lab collapses. Munson is trapped under a pile of heavy boards. He dies. Bond and Sally Licious (the stripper-undercover Swede) escape through a tunnel that exits in a forest.

They run from a bevy of Australian Special Forces…and eventually emerge in a clearing and come upon Sally’s helicopter.

With Bond at the controls, they take off and depart into the vast North.

The next scene I’m aware of places Bond, Sally, and a well-armed rebel Australian Open tennis official at a secret mansion in the middle of nowhere.

This is where Novak is hiding out with several dozen extremely tough-looking characters—who we learn are Serbian military veterans. Their leader tells Bond they’re ready to die for Novak, if it comes to that. They want to force their way into the Open at Melbourne Park and put Novak in front of the crowd ready to take on all comers in the tournament.

Next available scene: a seedy COVID quarantine hotel in Melbourne.

Bond, Novak, Sally, the rebel tennis official, and the Serbians are handcuffing and stashing security guards in a community room. They liberate patriot Aussies from their rooms and lay out the Open invasion scenario. Novak makes a long speech. He doesn’t want violence. He just wants to play tennis. He says he’s ready to surrender to the Australian authorities and go home.

At this point, a drone strike decimates the hotel. Obviously, the Australian military are willing to kill Novak.

Next scene: Outside the Melbourne Park stadium.

Bond, Sally, a few of the surviving Serbians, and Novak are concealed inside a hot dog cart. One of the Serbians tells Bond the President of Serbia has dispatched a large force to invade Australia and kidnap the Prime Minister, Scott Morrison, who is holed up in a high-end dress shop in Sydney with a tactical nuclear weapon.

Next available scene: another seedy COVID hotel in Melbourne.

Novak, Bond, and Sally are tied to chairs in a dim room, surrounded by heavily armed soldiers. One of the soldiers says, “We’re not Australians. We have orders to kill you if you try to escape. We don’t care about blowback. This is end-game stuff.”

At a small table, a doctor in a white coat is preparing syringes. He’s going to inject Novak, Bond, and Sally with the vaccine.

Bond asks, “Who’s the manufacturer?”

The doctor replies, “Moderna. In case you’re not aware, this is the first product of any kind the company has ever brought to market. I wouldn’t shoot up one of my goats with it. Actually, no vaccine is safe.”

And there you have it.

As of this date, the director, the Bond actor, the stripper, and Novak are somewhere in the Northern Territory with the cans of shot film.

In that vast landscape, Serbian and Australian military units are engaged in battle.

A UN peacekeeping force, backed up by weaponized drones, has been dispatched to the area.

Inside Melbourne Park, Serbian spectators at the Open are throwing their vaccine passports on to center court. Television cameras have been turned off. Eleven unvaxxed tennis players have revealed their status and are giving interviews to the international press, but those conversations are being blacked out. The players are announcing their support for Novak. I’m told one player said, “We all know the vaccine is bullshit. Even the public health people admit it doesn’t prevent anything. My cousin had a heart attack two days after he took the shot. The world is being captured by criminals. I’ve had enough. This is war.”

My Hollywood contact had a few more interesting things to say: “In the last two days, a high-ranking Sinaloa cartel member flew to Washington and met with Kamala Harris. He basically told her he was a killer, and he didn’t mind destroying lives trafficking fentanyl into the US, but recently word came down from the CIA that cartel members shuttling back and forth between Mexico and America had to be vaccinated. He told her there was no way his people would take the shot.”

Harris said she understood. She referred the cartel executive to a company called PPPLife in Nashville, a front for DARPA, the Pentagon’s tech research arm. The company supplies celebs and heavy hitters with medical personnel and vials of Pfizer and Moderna “lite,” which basically contain only electrolyte solutions. Commonly called the Fauci placebo.

(To read about Jon’s mega-collection, The Matrix Revealed, click here.)

Jon Rappoport

The author of three explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED, EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, and POWER OUTSIDE THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. He maintains a consulting practice for private clients, the purpose of which is the expansion of personal creative power. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free NoMoreFakeNews emails here or his free OutsideTheRealityMachine emails here.

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