My Own Private Plantation

As radical Democrats continue slipping away into a well-deserved hole of irrelevancy, I'm encouraged to see President Trump attacking the decay of "wokeness" infiltrating the vast Smithsonian empire.  Maybe we can return to an historical adventure focused on the good things as well as the bad in these United States.

Though America played less of a role in black slavery than did much of the rest of the world, its cruelty was not abated.  Watching the skin tear on your hands while forced to pick cotton all day long under the hottest of sun exposures in the South was a nightmare, along with so many other chores delegated to slaves by wealthy white plantation owners (though we do not hesitate to mention that there were indeed black people who owned their own slaves -- a little historical fact conveniently excluded from the mainstream rant).

So I was wondering this weekend, what if I were an old white guy with a plantation? Well, I am an old white guy, but what if I had the means this year or next to go down South, start my own cotton plantation, but insist that it be staffed exclusively with white men and women, dragged in from the streets?  And what if I could rule my plantation with brutality and all the physical punishment one might expect when slaves disobey?

If I accomplished all of this and became notorious for my plantation cruelty. . .

Would Black Lives Matter or other civil rights organizations sue me for refusing to bring black people into my plantation?  Would they organize and march with foul signs in front of my plantation, screaming "UNFAIR" and "RACIST PIG?"  Would I have as much trouble NOT bringing in black slaves as I would just for having a plantation in the modern era?  And, as an aside, would anybody even care that I was abusing white slaves?

In college I took two philosophy classes. I doubt this is the line of thinking my radical professors would have preferred I follow -- but this is an interesting issue in an era when just thinking thoughts can turn expectations upside-down.  But, anyway, I do love cotton clothing. . .

The DeBrief (see link) printed a piece regarding Northwestern University's findings that fraud in the scientific publishing world is rampant and poised to seriously injure the entire world of scientific papers endorsed by people and entities who might have ulterior motives beyond fair judgment.  This dilemma is not new, but additional attention paid to its apparently wide and particularly intimate reach is essential.

Then there's the interesting case of the Florida woman who falsely treated thousands of patients as a licensed nurse until she was caught a few days ago.  My question:  Yeah, but did she do all the right things and did her patients benefit?  There comes a point when finely tuned credentials and I part ways, and having worked in the medical field I can easily say there are times when I would have chosen a phony yet competent "nurse" over a physician who couldn't get out of his own way.

World's Worst Invitation

 

The Psychosis and the Enlightenment

We can probably agree with a majority that it's not a good idea to go shooting holes in the building housing the Center for Disease Control (CDC) and killing people because you think a Covid vaccination has injured you.

Then again, if you can keep your finger off the trigger and subdue your mental illness long enough to keep it from squirming like a murderous frog, taking an opportunity instead to lay out your case to somebody who gives a damn -- well, good luck with that, nevertheless -- this might be the better path to follow.

We're going to take a shot in the dark here (pun not intended) and suggest that the shooter had actually done some reading about the mRNA Covid "vaccination" and learned unpleasantries that the legacy media still refuses to report.  Like so many others warned, threatened, cajoled or coaxed with rewards (i.e., in order to keep your job) to take the needle jab, maybe he learned too late about Reasons Why Not to let the substance invade his body.

For starters, did nobody watch or hear interviews with Dr. Robert Malone, a primary inventor of the mRNA system, who advised early on that people and especially children should not be given the jab?

If the mainstream media had done its job, as it rarely seems to do anymore, its members should have reported on all the domestic and international reports of problems with the jab -- to include fatal heart attacks among the young soon after needle encounters; incredible nausea and organic complaints; and my personal favorite, cases of funeral directors and professionals who conduct autopsies discovering bizarre thick and lengthy rubber band-like clots in the arteries of the deceased who apparently had been vaccinated with mRNA shots.

The press this week seems only to rebuke individuals and parents who haven't yet subjected their children to these highly questionable "life-saving" immunizations.  Yet, additional information, including how one's body ultimately becomes a protein factory for proteins one doesn't necessarily want to keep around, is not disclosed.

Nor are the proven benefits of ivermectin and other old-timie medications unlikely to provide mega-profits for pharmaceutical giants even part of the media conversation.

To my surprise, I, unvaccinated by choice because of my reading, developed Covid a year or so ago.  In my case, its symptomatology involved only my sleeping most of every day for a week, thirsty beyond belief no matter how much I drank, and only when I was advised by a nurse to go to the emergency room did I discover that dehydration was a major culprit -- and that I harbored Covid.  After a few hours of scans and hydration I left the hospital much improved.

Actually I was fortunate, having escaped major symptoms associated with so many other and particularly early cases.  My medical personnel won't appreciate this, but I credit my regularly taking Vitamin D3 and various other supplements with prevention of something more troublesome.  The supplement thing I learned from heeding the advice of other medical doctors, so I really don't "fly blind" when it comes to supplements.  The problem there is, most doctors don't know anything about supplements, nor (particularly the older ones) about nutrition involved in illness prevention.  I guess the darkly comedic American Medical Association must be very proud to host a conglomerate of drug-worshiping and pharmaceutical stock-purchasing physicians.

New statistics seem to indicate that just in a two-year period during Biden's unfortunate reign some 73 percent of new drugs lacked proper testing, while at least one miracle concoction made available for several years provided no benefit whatsoever and instead caused internal harm.  Seems the drug rush is the new gold rush, often benefiting  professional drug pushers more than human guinea pig patients who still put faith in that absurd old physicians' chestnut called "First, do no harm."  (Heck, in Canada the medical mantra now appears to be "First, euthanize your ass!")

I think RFK Jr. is attempting to do all the right things, but the road has bumps along the way.  Shooting up the CDC is not a solution.  Personally, I've had many vaccinations (military service starts one off with numerous jabs), but based upon my reading and the opinions of numerous medical personnel, I possess no desire to encounter the mRNA version.  Unfortunately, such vaccinations are now being induced into the farming industry, into the animals and even into crops of vegetables.  Which happens to mean, into us as part of the food chain.  So excuse me if I don't cheer on the big Pharma and big Agra industries lurking behind this lucrative outrage.

70,000 Reasons Why

Lunatics of the world, unite!  If you think giant radioactive moths are chewing on your hair during the hours of sleep, or if voices in your head demand that you sing show tunes to the snakes under your bed, here's something more to tide you over until you get everything apple pie-perfect: Scientists claim that we -- that's us, all of us, each of us, including beasts in the field -- breathe in 70,000 microplastic bits every day.

As the late radio broadcaster Paul Harvey may have asked, have we outsmarted ourselves?

Seems that the "better living through chemistry" mantra of fifties TV commercials has finally come home to roost -- in our lungs.  If hazardous particles generated by untamed forest fires around the world aren't bad enough as we all breathe in dead animals, burning home chemicals and a multitude of unknown substances converted into poisons by the flame, the mere contents of our homes provide enough long-term illness and death possibilities to affect everybody.  Bonus:  If you're nuts, that is, in professional terms, crazy, don't lose sight of this one, for the physical damage is real and it is big and unyielding and the moths in your hair are already coughing and choking atop your head in bed.

The weird little thing about the "70,000 club" is its self-suicidal effect.  As we take in breaths (and there's really no choice here, blame the autonomic nervous system), we essentially stab our lung tissue with micro-particles of stuff that shouldn't be there, potentially setting us on the road to organ demise and death via our own unstoppable efforts -- suicide by design.  There was a time when the hairs in our noses provided an effective barrier to many natural carbon-based particles and other substances of the earth. But now our lives are ruled by routinely deteriorating plastics found in generous amounts just in our homes, to include carpets, toys, sofas, chairs and a wealth of plastic-based items found everywhere.

Two or three years ago, I contacted an internationally familiar soft drink company when they replaced their soda caps with a different kind of plastic.  As I opened a bottle one day, I immediately notices an odor of deteriorating plastic from the cap and the smell itself burned my nostrils.  I discovered that all the bottles in the package were sealed with the identical caps, and after feeling thoroughly nauseated I phoned the corporation to inform them of the problem.  I'm sure they received lots of input because it wasn't long before the company returned to the original cap.

I mention this just as one drawback to plastic, the substance which now rules our lives and is found in virtually everything we use and take for granted every day.  Maybe we should have taken notice when we found those old briefcases, devices or smaller items becoming a bit sticky after years of use, as they literally began rotting before our eyes.  I think deterioration is a better word because plastic does have a certain life span, even if some forms of it lasts thousands of years.  Yet, deterioration of the here and now is the immediate dilemma, and while there are apparently certain bacteria suitable for "eating" plastic back into a petroleum state, there may be no viable solution to the widespread plastic disaster mounted atop so many other environmental  disasters already in play.

In the meantime, all we can suggest is that you enjoy that refreshing bottle of water you just pulled out of the refrigerator -- along with thousands of mini-particles of plastic swimming within.  And should you happen to rank among those who hear voices in their heads, instructing them to perform strange tasks, at least your mind doesn't need to fret over reality.

American Eagle, Sydney Sweeney and zombies:  Mix together a good company, a beautiful young woman and a word misunderstood and abused by a moronic crowd which probably wouldn't know a dictionary if it fell into their soup, and you get the current controversy.  Truly, the useless, generally left-leaning idiot class lacking anything but the ability to organize in the streets and roost on the Internet like a school of zombies needed something to protest and they found it.

Animals on the attack and deservedly so:  In recent days we've seen multiple shark attacks, a whale which appeared to be intent on flipping a boat over, and a young boy grabbed by an aquarium octopus that left sucker impressions all over the kid's arm as staff members removed the octo with some difficulty (the critter was apparently "energized" by the boy encounter, whatever that means).  I don't know -- maybe sea creatures are starting to figure out that we use their home as a toilet.