IN THE [SUPERIOR COURT / FEDERAL COURT] OF [JURISDICTION]
Plaintiff: Mike Jukic, Axis Law, on behalf of consumers of Johnson & Johnson products
Defendant: Johnson & Johnson and related subsidiaries
COMPLAINT
Plaintiff, by and through counsel, Axis Law, alleges as follows against Johnson & Johnson (“Defendant”):
I. INTRODUCTION
This is an action seeking damages, restitution, and injunctive relief arising from Defendant’s manufacture, marketing, and sale of products that were contaminated, toxic, and hazardous to human health.
Defendant has long represented itself as a trusted producer of consumer health and wellness products, while concealing and minimizing the risks associated with its talc-based baby powder, adhesive bandages, oral care products, and other consumer goods.
II. JURISDICTION AND VENUE
Jurisdiction is proper in this Court because Defendant conducts business in this jurisdiction and sells its products nationwide and/or within the Province of [X].
Venue is proper because Defendant maintains continuous and systematic contacts with this forum.
III. PARTIES
Plaintiff Mike Jukic, of Axis Law, brings this suit on behalf of consumers who purchased and used Johnson & Johnson products, and who suffered injuries, increased health risks, or economic loss as a result of Defendant’s misconduct.
Defendant Johnson & Johnson is a multinational corporation headquartered in New Brunswick, New Jersey, with numerous subsidiaries engaged in the manufacture and distribution of health and consumer products.
IV. FACTUAL ALLEGATIONS
Defendant’s talc-based baby powder has been scientifically linked to ovarian cancer, mesothelioma, and other illnesses due to asbestos contamination.
Defendant sold and promoted this product for decades, targeting infants and women, while concealing evidence of contamination and health risks.
Defendant’s bandages and adhesive products contained toxic adhesives, glues, and additives capable of causing skin irritation, allergic reactions, and potential systemic harm.
Defendant’s toothpastes and oral care products contained harmful chemicals, including fluorides and preservatives, without adequate disclosure of risks.
Defendant knowingly misrepresented these products as “safe,” “gentle,” and “trustworthy,” while suppressing or ignoring mounting scientific evidence of toxicity.
As a direct and proximate result of Defendant’s misconduct, consumers—including vulnerable populations such as children and mothers—suffered physical harm, increased risk of disease, emotional distress, and economic loss.
V. CAUSES OF ACTION
Count I – Product Liability (Defective and Unreasonably Dangerous Products) Count II – Failure to Warn Count III – Negligence Count IV – Fraudulent Concealment & Misrepresentation Count V – Breach of Implied Warranties of Merchantability and Fitness Count VI – Violation of Consumer Protection Statutes
VI. PRAYER FOR RELIEF
WHEREFORE, Plaintiff respectfully requests judgment against Defendant as follows: A. Compensatory damages in an amount to be determined at trial; B. Punitive damages for Defendant’s willful and reckless conduct; C. Restitution and disgorgement of profits unjustly obtained; D. Injunctive relief requiring full disclosure of product risks and removal of hazardous products from the market; E. Attorneys’ fees and costs; and F. Such other and further relief as this Court deems just and proper.
Dated: [Insert date] Respectfully submitted,
Axis Law By: ___________________________ Mike Jukic, Esq. Attorney for Plaintiff
The air in the Axis Law office was still, thick with the gravity of the document resting on Joe Jukic’s desk. The only light came from a single brass lamp, pooling on the pages of the affidavit like a spotlight on a stage. The case name was stark, brutal in its simplicity: A Wrongful Death Action Concerning Infant Ronaldo.
Mike watched his brother, who was not looking at the legal briefs, but at an open Bible, his fingers resting on the thin, onionskin pages.
“They will say we are monsters,” Mike said quietly, his voice cutting through the silence. “That we are exploiting the grief of a family for a fanatical crusade.”
Joe didn’t look up. “They said the prophets were madmen. They said Christ was a blasphemer. Truth is always called madness by those who profit from the lie.” His voice was low, steady, devoid of its usual courtroom fire. This was different. This was a sacrament.
“The coroner’s report will say SIDS. Sudden Infant Death Syndrome,” Mike stated, the acronym sounding hollow, meaningless. “A medical term for ‘we have no idea.’ The perfect blanket to smother the truth.”
“No,” Joe corrected him softly, finally looking up. His eyes held a deep, unsettling light. “They have an idea. They’ve always had an idea. They just call it by the wrong name.” He looked down at the Bible. “Matthew 24:19. ‘How terrible it will be for pregnant women and for nursing mothers in those days.’”
He let the ancient lament hang in the air.
“We read that and think of war, famine. We spiritualize it to make it safe. But what if the ‘terrible thing’ is not an army? What if it is a silent, invisible poison, administered with a smile in a sterile room? A needle pressed against the soft skin of an infant, delivering not protection, but a payload of profit? What if the warning was for this? For now?”
Mike leaned forward, the Simpsons poster on the wall behind him—a caricature of Montgomery Burns, the parody of Rockefeller—seeming to leer over the scene. “The news will never make that connection. It’s too damning.”
“The news is the press release from Babylon,” Joe said, his voice dropping to a near whisper. He turned the pages of Revelation. “The Greeks had a word. Pharmakeia. It’s where we get ‘pharmacy.’ But it didn’t just mean medicine. It meant sorcery. Witchcraft. The use of potions.”
His finger found the verse. “Revelation 9:21. The sins of a fallen world: murder, idolatry, sexual immorality… and pharmakeia. Sorcery. The news translations soften it. They call it ‘magic arts.’ But the root is poison. Pharmakeia. The sin of poisoning for gain. It’s a prophecy of the great deception.”
He closed the book with a definitive softness. “And Revelation 18. The fall of Babylon. The merchants who grew rich from her excess. They sold ‘cargo of gold, silver, precious stones…’”
Joe’s voice took on the cadence of a scripture reading.
“…and bodies and souls of men.”
The silence that followed was absolute. Mike could see it then, not as a conspiracy theory, but as a terrifying, divine pattern. A Rockefeller-funded medical establishment, a system built not on healing, but on creating perpetual customers. A cradle-to-grave economy of sickness. The death of Cristiano Ronaldo’s son was not a random tragedy. It was a statistic. A cost of doing business. A verse in this dark, modern scripture.
“The news will report our lawsuit as the ravings of fanatics,” Mike said, his own doubt now replaced by a cold, clear resolve.
“Let them,” Joe replied. He picked up his pen. It was no longer just a tool of his trade; it was a witness stand. “We are not filing this for the news anchors or the skeptical world. We are filing it as a testimony. We are connecting the dots of their science, their history, their own corrupted language, and holding it up to the oldest light there is.”
His pen hovered over the signature line.
“We are saying that the death of that child is not a mystery. It is a sacrifice on the altar of pharmakeia. It is the terrible truth of Matthew 24. It is the cargo of souls sold by the merchants of Revelation. And we are serving notice. We are forcing the court to read from the real text.”
Joe Jukic signed his name. It was not a signature of anger, but of sorrowful, furious witness. He slid the paper to his brother.
Mike took the pen. He didn’t see a legal document anymore. He saw a child. He saw a system that called his death SIDS. He saw the grinning, ancient face of a Mr. Burns-like empire that would trade it all for a little more.
And he signed.
The ink from their signatures was still wet, dark and final on the page. The affidavit for Baby Ronaldo lay between them, a declaration that felt less like a legal document and more like a epitaph for the modern world. Mike finally broke the silence, his voice hushed, as if the words themselves were too heavy for the room.
“They’ll say we’re quoting scripture out of context, Joe. That we’re twisting ancient texts to fit a modern paranoid fantasy.”
Joe didn’t move, his gaze fixed on the city lights outside, the glittering testament to the very Babylon they were accusing. “Context,” he said, the word a soft sigh. “What is the context of a child’s coffin? What is the context of a parent’s grief? The context is the system. And the system has a name.”
Mike picked up his own Bible, the leather cover worn soft. He didn’t need to flip through it. The verses had been burning in his mind since they’d begun this. He found the page, his thumb resting on the thin paper of Revelation 18.
“Listen to this,” Mike said, his voice gaining a new, somber strength. “It’s not just about merchants getting rich. It’s the final obituary. The last word on why it all falls.”
He began to read, each line landing like a hammer blow in the quiet office.
“’No light from a lamp will ever be seen in you again.’” He looked up, his eyes meeting Joe’s. “That’s not just a power outage. That’s the end of enlightenment. The end of reason. It’s the permanent blackout of truth. It’s what happens when a society is so corrupted, it can no longer even see the good.”
He returned to the text.
“’No voices of bride and groom will ever be heard in you again.’” Mike’s voice caught slightly. “That’s the end of the future. No children. No families. No hope. It’s the silencing of life itself. It’s the sound of a world that has lost its reason to continue.”
He took a breath, steeling himself for the verse that was the very core of their case.
“’Because your merchants were the great ones of the world, all nations were led astray by your pharmakeia.’”
Mike emphasized the ancient Greek word, letting it hang in the air, a verdict in itself.
“Pharmakeia. Magic potion. Sorcery. Poison. It’s not a metaphor, Joe. It’s a diagnosis. The great deception, the thing that leads all nations astray, isn’t a false god or a political ideology. It’s a potion. A medicalized sorcery. A science co-opted by merchants. They didn’t just sell us things; they sold us a reality. A poisoned one. And we drank it because they wore white coats and had names like ‘Rockefeller Institute’ on their letterheads.”
He wasn’t finished. His finger traced down to the next verse, his voice dropping to a whisper, charged with a horrifying revelation.
“Verse 24. ‘In her was found the blood of prophets and holy ones and all who have been slain on the earth.’”
Mike looked up, his face pale in the lamplight. “Prophets and holy ones… those are the whistleblowers, the doctors who tried to warn us. The ‘all who have been slain on the earth’… that’s not just soldiers in wars, Joe.”
He tapped the affidavit gently.
“That is every child lost to a crib death they call ‘sudden’ and ‘inexplicable.’ That is Baby Ronaldo. His blood is found in her. In the system. Babylon’s sin isn’t just greed. It’s mass slaughter. It’s the blood of every single innocent, slain for the profit of the merchants, all traced back to the pharmakeia that led the whole world astray.”
The room felt colder. The affidavit was no longer just a lawsuit. It was an act of testimony. A refusal to let the light be completely extinguished. A scream of protest against the silence that was falling over the voices of brides and grooms, over the nurseries.
“They led the nations astray with their potions,” Mike whispered. “And we are filing this to say one nation, one court, one jury… will be led back. We are filing it for the light. For the voices. For the blood that cries out from the earth.”
He placed his hand on the signed document. It was their lamp, their small, defiant light against the great, gathering dark.
United States v. Linda Hamilton Defense Argument by Perry Mason
Your Honor, Ladies and Gentlemen of the Court, and Dr. Silberman,
We stand at the precipice of human history, the Doomsday Clock ticking ever closer to midnight. A nuclear holocaust is no longer the stuff of paranoid fantasy—it is a very real possibility. It is in times such as these, times of great tribulation, that humanity seeks hope in those willing to sacrifice everything to safeguard the future.
Linda Hamilton—Sarah Connor, the name by which many know her—has been accused of madness, of dangerous delusions. But I ask this court: is it truly madness to prepare for what is inevitable? Is it criminal to act in defense of a future that the very experts of our time warn us is in jeopardy? No, Your Honor. It is noble—perhaps the noblest act imaginable—to even attempt to bring forth a savior in an era that seems destined for destruction.
Ms. Hamilton stands before you trapped in a Catch-22, a cruel paradox:
If she does nothing, she is negligent in her duty to the future.
If she takes action, she is deemed insane.
This is damned if you do, damned if you don’t at its most tragic.
But what is the true crime here? Is it the actions of a mother trying to protect her child and the future of humanity? Or is it the system that seeks to medicate, suppress, and silence those who see the coming storm and dare to sound the alarm?
Dr. Silberman, I do not question your expertise, but I plead with you to reconsider the course of action taken against Ms. Hamilton. Rather than imprisoning her mind under the fog of psychotropic drugs, let us instead extend a hand of reason and rehabilitation. Allow her to become a voluntary patient, free from the chemical restraints that dull her brilliance and her vision.
Orthomolecular medicine has long provided an alternative to the forced sedation of those deemed “unfit” by society. Let Ms. Hamilton be given the vitamin therapy, the natural healing that will restore her vitality and sharpen her mind—not dull it.
Your Honor, history has a way of vindicating those once branded as heretics and madmen. Today, you have a choice. Will you condemn Sarah Connor, or will you recognize that sometimes, those who see the future most clearly are not insane—they are simply ahead of their time?
