Boston, Big Brother and the Swine Flu Vaccine

Swine flu vaccine recipients could be tracked with RFID bracelets using Big Brother medical technology
Thursday, September 24, 2009 at 12:00am

(NaturalNews) Here's the scene from some dark, present-day action movie: David Balfour breathed hard. He could hear the thumping of heavy boots outside his door, down the hall, mixed with the muffled grunts of military men. He had known they would come. It was obvious from the moment he refused the VaxTrax bracelet at the county clinic. They said it would keep him safe because they could pinpoint his location if he ever suffered a heart attack or an accident. As a bonus, his entire medical history was also imprinted in the RFID chip, so even if he was found unconscious, they could determine his medical status and start treatment right away.

But he had refused on the spot. David didn't want to be tracked. So he walked away from the clinic, without the vaccine and without the bracelet.

That was stupid, he now realized. They had apparently tracked him anyway... somehow... and now they were at his door, and their fists pounded loudly.

"Boston Police! Open up!"

He glanced at the window behind him. Too late to plan an escape route. Maybe he should have thought of that earlier, but no, fleeing out the window was the stuff of Hollywood fiction, not here-and-now reality in Boston, Massachusetts.

"Mr. Balfour!" the police shouted. "You have ten seconds to open this door, or we are coming in."

They weren't bluffing. Pretending he wasn't home clearly wouldn't work. Maybe he could talk his way out of it. "I've broken no law!" he screamed back at the door.

"Mr. Balfour," came the voice in authoritative tones, "You have refused to wear the VaxTrax bracelet as mandated by the National Pandemic Protection Act, and as we cannot determine your vaccination status, you are considered a danger to the people of this city."

"You have five seconds."

There was no way to fight this, he realized. So David stood, reached out to the door and began to slide the locking mechanism open...

BAM! The door burst open, striking David across the chest and forehead, flinging him backwards, stumbling, then collapsing with a gasp onto the living room floor. A mass of armored military men swarmed into the room, grabbed his wrists and forced his hands behind his back to be painfully handcuffed. He tried to scream but discovered himself too disoriented to find his voice. All he could do was hurt.

The scramble was over in seconds. He found himself face down, nose buried into the patterns of his living room rug, half conscious, with a hard knee pressed sharply into his kidney. There was a pause.

Then he heard footsteps... not those of military boots, but the soft shuffling of worn walking shoes. This was someone different, someone more... civilian.

"I'm doctor Argosy," a voice hummed above and behind him. "Mr. Balfour, you are now going to receive an FDA-approved H1N1 vaccination and be fitted with a VaxTrax bracelet. Please remain calm."

So this is what it has come to, he thought. Face down on the floor of his own home, a squad of vaccine enforcers standing on his back, a pair of handcuffs, a shattered front door, a probable black eye and a doctor, hidden from view, about to inject him with something he knew couldn't possibly be safe.

The vaccine shot itself was painless and quick. Maybe it was the adrenaline, he thought, that masked the pain. He felt the cold plastic of a tracking bracelet being zipped around his wrist, then the handcuffs slid away and the pressure in his back released. "There, Mr. Balfour. You're all set," said the voice of the doctor. "Have a nice day."

Before leaving, one of the police officers leaned close to him, almost whispering in his ear, "And don't try to take off your VaxTrax, or we'll know, and we'll have to come back here."

They marched out almost as quickly as they had entered, stomping down the hall for a few moments, and then the sounds paused. A pounding on another door broke the silence. David heard them shouting through the door of his neighbor's apartment. "Mrs. Henderson, open up. This is the Boston Police!"...