The B*tch is Back

Originally published at AnnMarieMichaels.com

“If you don't have any enemies in life you have never stood up for anything.” – Winston Churchill

There are a lot of people out there who think I'm a bitch. But that's just what they heard about me.

They don't know me. They don't know the truth about me and who I am. And they don't know what I've been through.

Well, guess what? I'm back. Again.

The Bitch Is Back

Cue the music:

I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch, oh, the bitch is back
Stone-cold sober, as a matter of fact
I can bitch, I can bitch 'cause I'm better than you
It's the way that I move, the things that I do, oh-oh-oh

Sorry, that video won't play – it's just Elton John's song, The Bitch Is Back. you have to click it to go to YouTube.

YouTube won't let you play a song that has the B word in it but meanwhile you can watch tr@nny men have fake v@g surgeries and that's totally fine. I'm not exaggerating – you can find that stuff on YouTube and it's nasty. The world is upside down and insane.

It's not even a bad word really – it just means female dog. Anyway, if you're offended by it, as I like to say, pardon my French. And I'm like half-French so I can say that.

Ah, well here you go – the Spotify track:

I Tried to Join Substack Today & This Is What Happened

So, this just happened when I tried to join Substack yesterday...

I made my first little toe-in-the-water post.

I think this is called a "note." It's not even a real blog post. Just a note.

It went like this:

In my note, I credited the person who led me to Substack.

Someone who used to be a member of my blog network back in the day. She will remain nameless.

Because while it is important and healing for me to be able to tell my truth, I don't need to attack others.

A couple of hours later, I got this email from her, the person I had followed over to Substack, and signed up for her $5/monthly subscription:

Public Shaming is Worse Than Death

I literally cried after I read that.

When I was publicly shamed a decade ago, it was the worst thing I ever experienced. I wouldn't wish it on anyone.

In fact, when I read this book, So You've Been Publicly Shamed, by Jon Ronson, it was so healing for me.

He validated all the pain I was feeling.

He said that's why they used to put people in pillories because it was the most effective form of punishment. People would do anything to avoid being publicly humiliated.

This is the exact reason why so many people are not speaking out right now. This is what they are afraid of. Losing friends, family members, careers, income.

But most of all, they are afraid of being publicly shamed.

And believe me, I get it. It sucks. Nothing hurts worse.

But I am not gonna take it lying down. Not ever again.

The Pen is Mightier than the Sword

Anyway, so yeah, I cried for a few minutes.

Then I picked myself up & wrote her an email. Which follows.

Redacted to protect this person's identity, as well as other family and friends.

Note: That big red block above is all the things I can't say about what my family did to me. Because I am under a gag order. For real, ya'll. I would get sued if I said anything. And it's bad what they did. Like so bad, you can't even imagine how bad.

Pulling Out the Arrows

I told one of my close friends last night, over wine, about what happened with Substack last night.

She said, "Burn the boats!"

And she's right. I'm gearing up for the biggest battle of my lifetime. We're about to save millions of lives.

It's not just me. All the people who are saving lives with chlorine dioxide and anti-parasite protocols.

They're completely censored right now. Some are even in jail (the Grenon family). And God called me to help get the word out. It's what I'm really good at.

Anyway, my friend said, "You need to pull all of those arrows out of your back. And you have to do it publicly."

Immediately I thought of that scene in the movie, The Messenger, after Joan of Arc (one of my patron saints) gets shot in the chest with an arrow.

She just rips the arrow out, takes a nap, and gets back out on the battlefield.

This is one of my favorite scenes in one of my very favorite movies of all time:

I was one of the first people out there fighting Big Pharma, and so they attacked me because I was so f*cking good at what I do. They don't come after the small fries.

Just like the IRS, the FTC, USDA and other corrupt 3-letter agencies don't come after you until you start getting a lot of traction – either getting tons of followers and/or making money. The number is $1 million per year.

They destroyed most of my relationships. I lost most of my family members and friends, my home, most of my income money, almost all of my life savings.

But I'm not going to let them kill me.

"They tried to destroy us. They didn't know we were seeds."

Because God has big plans and he intends to use me.

Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, “Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?” And I said, “Here am I. Send me!” (Isaiah 6:8)

I'm pulling the arrows out of my back & I'm going to do it publicly.

If you were one of the ones who shot the arrows at me... What's that called again? A boomerang. It's coming for you.

Oh and all those people who haven't been cancelled yet? They're not over the target.

Anyway, for anyone who cares and actually wants to know the truth instead of just listening to lying gossips, here's the truth that I posted  years ago after I was attacked and publicly shamed: What I Learned Building & Losing a Million Dollar Company.

Ha! I guess my first Substack just wrote itself.

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