Loose ends. Big Pharma's grip on school vaccines. Reader contributions. Strep again.
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Wrapping up loose ends, I sent messages to the Episcopal Church in the Episcopal schools that Naomi had attended. Private schools had been my idea. In retrospect they were just as infused with cultural Marxism as the public schools and a lot more expensive. I also wrote to the University of California at Santa Cruz alumni office.
While on their websites I took a look at their vaccination requirements. Overwhelming! The upper left of this graphic is traditional vaccines required by the state of Maryland public schools, right is for the initial Covid vaccine jabs and the bottom left is boosters. If the stuff were really necessary for survival I would be long dead. And humanity would never have evolved to where we are.
Subscriber Bob sent me an article from the North Carolina Triangle business Journal. They won’t let my overseas IP address access the article, so I give you the first few lines.
Why does it feel like we're getting sicker?
Is there a connection between the pandemic and serious non-Covid related health issue?
What is going on?
Maybe it's nothing but, to me, it really feels like an inordinate number of friends, business acquaintances and corporate leaders are falling sick, fighting some tough, debilitating disease.
And almost all of them have had these issues in the past 18 months.
Cancer, by far, has been the main culprit in most cases. Almost all of them hold senior-level positions at companies, and they are trying to manage their health and job at the same time.
He knows. He also knows he has to tiptoe around because it’s a dangerous question to ask. It is reassuring to see that bit by bit people are getting bolder.
For what it’s worth, I see none of that here in Ukraine. Nobody I know through Toastmasters, our kids’ friends’ parents, people in the music scene, and our neighbors have unusual health issues.
Being canceled is a damn nuisance. In a rational world my ex-wife and I would be able to discuss who should call whom, who should do what with regard to cleaning up Naomi’s affairs. I am flying blind because she absolutely cannot abide talking to me. I believe my greatest sin is having foretold in 2006 the disasters that have since come to pass in our snowflake children’s lives. People will more readily forgive you for being wrong than being right.
The entire school system, public and private, just about every district was infused with cultural Marxism. I sat on two school boards and served as a substitute teacher and a classroom teacher before going to the University of Maryland College of Education in 2003. What an education! It took me just one semester to finalize my conviction that if I ever did it again I would home school.
Marxism is in the environment. Like fluoride in water, GMOs and glyphosate in our diet, electromagnetic radiation in our air. Young parents do not remember when it was much different. I am lucky to have had a traditional public school education in the 40s and 50s and exposure to kids overseas (Vietnam, Latin America, especially now in Ukraine but not so much Germany in the 70s), to see what a more healthy social environment is like.
Reader Streamfortyseven sent this link describing Alexander Dugin’s Foundations of Geopolitics and his impact on Russian thinking. Bob and Rob both sent this great piece by Bill Maher on the surge in LGBT identification in American society.
Maher presents a conundrum. He, like Jon Stewart, is such a centerpiece of the liberal establishment that they cannot eject him. They try to ignore his apostacy.
That’s the news from Lake WeBeGone, where the strong man’s mild cold seems to have morphed into strep throat. Again. Instead of immediately going to antibiotics, which I have in the medicine cabinet, this time I’ll get a strep test to confirm it. I count myself lucky that this is the first time in two years that I have had it.
The good-looking women is giving me some of those &*@#ing Fitline vitamins, as if vitamins ever immediately cured anything. And as if Fitline were anything but a multi-level ripoff. Her riposte is that if only I had accepted the Fitline throat spray I would be cured. True love is putting up with total nonsense with a grudging sense of humor. At least Eddie and I can laugh about it.
Once, a few years ago, I flew home from Ukraine, and I stayed in a motel by the airport because I was meeting friends the next day instead of going straight home. That evening, I turned on the TV to watch for the first time in years. After flipping through the channels for a couple of hours, I had to get a grip on reality. I had become insane in two hours. The world I knew wasn't the world anymore. It's a package collective madness appearing on a tube near you. Suddenly, it felt like I'd gone through the looking glass, and to be truthful I had. I turned the TV off and sat in the room for a short time and realized that it was all okay.
If everyone is walking toward the cliffs and you turn around and walk the other direction, they assume that you are insane.
Gold is a fiat currency too. It's all based on belief. An ounce of gold would have to worth millions in order to facilitate global commerce at this time. Utterly impractical. Can you imagine? You have to take gold coins to the supermarket to buy groceries. On the way there, you'd get robbed. I like paper money. I shudder when I see these young tech types buying food with their wrist watches and smart phones. A smart phone is simply a surveillance device, designed so that governments can track your every movement and everything that you buy. Even real estate has a fiat value. What if nobody wants to buy your small chunk of soil? It's then worth nothing unless you can grow something on it. It's all based on demand. If there's demand, then whatever it is has value. Without demand, it's worth nothing. I have a friend who bought five apartments in Kyiv as an investment. What are they worth today? Nada, zilch. Paper is just the medium of exchange. It's all based on belief. Everything. I give pieces of paper to somebody once a month in exchange for my living in a cozy warm flat while snow falls outside the window. That person exchanges those pieces of paper for bog rolls, other pieces of paper. Nothing has value unless we give it value.