Truth-spreading Canadian farmer with convoy updates!
I’ve been wondering how our political overlords would handle the peaceful, legal convoy protestors in Ottawa (and other parts of the country). It seems like they are digging in their heels. The federal government and their media lackeys continue to repeat their lies about the convoy, though there is some shift to try and say […]
When you’re in a hole, stop digging (convoy talk) — The Re-Farmer
A must-read if you are examining the quack-science of virology!
Riddle: A virologist, a fetal bovine, and an African green monkey walk into a lab . . . I am confident readers can detail and complete this riddle more creatively and humorously than I can. Have at it! In October 2020, I posted a short essay, “The Defense is Rwaawwng.” Therein, I described how Tom […]
This virus is udderly cow-culated — Piece of Mindful
Government = Hypocrites with a monopoly on violence beholden to the highest bidders as partners equally committed to exploitation.
“The science is settled.” is a grift statement.
“Vaccines are safe and effective.” Is a Barnum slogan.
“I’m sure they mean well.” Is a lazy, avoidant, arrogant, auto-rebuff that in a more sophisticated language might be more obvious, but which gets lost in English because we have dropped the use of the ‘subjunctive mood’ —a ‘tense’ used to express doubt, improbability or impossibility.
Some more telling quotes on the topic:
“Ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country.” JFK January 20, 1961. Notice he said ‘country’ not ‘government’.
“I think our governments will remain virtuous for many centuries; as long as they are chiefly agricultural; and this will be as long as there shall be vacant lands in any part of America. When they get piled upon one another in large cities, as in Europe, they will become corrupt as in Europe.”
Thomas Jefferson, letter to James Madison, 20 December 1787, published in Papers of Thomas Jefferson (1955) vol. 12
“And so the grand vision of science, hundreds of years old—the dream of total control—has died, in our century . . . Science has always said that it may not know everything now but it will know, eventually. But now we see that isn’t true. It is an idle boast. As foolish, and as misguided, as a child who jumps off a building because he believes he can fly.” Michael Crichton, Jurassic Park
I sat silently on the boat
swaying its magical dance
the foam lifting
the salted splashes soaking
The wind boggling and buoying
shifting and roaring
bounding like a tiger
over a narrow moat
I sat alone in the wood
a witness bowed
humble-struck
sweetened even
like a feral kitten caught
by the scruff
Pitiful me silly pest
where I awe with no goal
they exploit and over-run
where I see whole
they see un-done
the tree of life
under their knife
Only systems to be re-mastered
in their never-ending quest
from sea to sea
and soil to sun
Roots lasting from long since
osage was our only fence
hedging secret gardens
whispering hallowed dreams
weaving lore
to the nature we adore
Where I see only life divine
they see only dollar signs
our trees their treasures
home to a thousand species
an oasis sought
brought to rot
by sorry souls
pulling tyrannical levers
Well, what do you know, there remains a few good channels on YouTube.
Source – off-guardian.org “…The adverse health effects caused by the introduction of GMO crops into modern farming and the subsequent lack of safety testing cannot be overstated…as is evident, the transhumanists seek to alter our perception of food from something that is grown naturally in the earth beneath our feet to something that is synthetically […]
FOOD FRAUD: ‘The New Food Agenda’, The True Cost of Rockefeller Agriculture – By Ryan Matters — RIELPOLITIK
Or did we already move right into acceptance, bypassing anger totally?
If anyone is still doubting how serious it really is—this global coup-d’etat happening right now, right under our noses—then this is the video for you!
According to Charles Darwin, intelligence is based on how efficient a species becomes at doing the things they need to survive.
Seems to me, based on this definition, the more dependent man is, the more intelligent he becomes.
Things man needs to survive: Food, water, shelter, health, reproduction
Food: Walmart
Water: Water company
Shelter: Construction industry
Health: Medical industry
Reproduction: Medical industry
Is efficiency working out well for us so far?
Quoted from the book Old Age Deferred by Arnold Lorand, M.D., 3rd edition, 1912 Carlsbad, Austria
He is considered to be a pioneer of modern geriatric medicine.
“Most of the evils that befall us in this world, including premature old age and early death, are, in our opinion, as we have often repeated, solely due to our own negligence; and to avoid such a fate we recommend the following precepts:
1. To be as much as possible in the open air, and especially in the sunshine; and to take plenty of exercise, taking special care to breathe deeply and regularly.
2. To live on a diet consisting of: meat once a day, eggs, cereals, green vegetables, fruit, and raw milk of healthy cows (as much as the stomach will permit); and to masticate properly.
3. To take a bath daily; and in addition, once a week or once every two weeks, to take a sweat bath (if the heart can stand it).
4. To have a daily action of the bowels; and in addition to take a purgative once a week if there is any tendency to constipation.
5. To wear very porous underwear, preferably cotton; porous clothing, loose collars, light hat (if any), and low shoes.
6. To go to be early, and to rise early.
7. To sleep in a very dark and very quiet room, and with a window open; and not to sleep less than six to six and one-half hours, or more than seven and one-half, and for women eight and one-half hours.
8. To have one complete day’s rest in each week, without even reading or writing.
9. To avoid mental emotions, and also worries about things that have happened and cannot be altered, as well as about things that may happen. Never to say unpleasant things, and to avoid listening to such, if possible.
10. To get married; and if a widow or widower, to marry again, and to avoid sexual activity beyond the physiological limit, as also to avoid a total suppression of the functions of these organs.
11. To be temperate in the use of alcohol and tobacco, and also in the use of coffee or tea.
12. To avoid places that are overheated, especially by steam, and badly ventilated. To replace or reinforce the functions of the organs which may have become changed by age or disease, by means of the extracts from the corresponding organs of healthy animals; but only to do this under the strict supervision of medical men who are thoroughly familiar with the functions of the ductless glands.”
This doctor’s Wikipedia page directly contradicts what I have just taken from his book—not simply distorting his assertions, or cherry-picking quotes—by saying that this doctor promoted a vegetarian diet.
Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine.
Et nos amours, faut-il qu’il m’en souvienne?
La joie venait toujours après la peine.
Under the Mirabeau bridge flows the Seine
And our loves, must I remember them?
The joy forever coming after pain’s den.
Excerpt from Le Pont Mirabeau by Guillaume Apollinaire, and my rather liberal translation 🙂
Fourteen years ago I impulse-purchased a black lab puppy from a stranger at a bar in Galveston, Texas. A few months later we were forced to evacuate before Hurricane Ike made landfall. Papi the puppy, and I, road tripped up to Arkansas, on through the Bluegrass Mountains, to my cousin’s lake cottage in Massachusetts for several weeks before renting a cottage on Cape Cod for several months. It was quite the adventure for us both.
Little did I know many more ‘adventures’ would follow. They include, but are not limited to: 5 emergency trips to the vet for: suspected rat poisoning, several snake bites, at least one stroke, severe constipation of unknown origin.
Additional drama created from: swallowing a fishing line, a wasp attack, snorting fire ants, 2 ear hematoma, (suspected) tripping on hallucinogens, fight with pit bull, jumping out of moving car, several spring disappearances including the last one where I discovered him half a mile away after several days tramping around with a pack of feral dogs—he was suffering from multiple head injuries, limping very badly and hardly recognized me.
Aahh, such is love. Of the trauma-bond variety especially.
Over the last couple of years he’d gone blind and deaf, had warts and tumors all over his body, but still had a voracious appetite and remained as vocal as ever, whether directed at the mail lady, strangers, or walks and mealtimes not occurring promptly enough for his preference.
He was, by far, the most demanding dog we’ve had—our ‘problem child’ we always joked—but we blubbered like babies when he passed a few days ago.
We will miss him dearly. He was a pill, no doubt, but he was our pill and our first pup, and for every ounce of pain he brought, they were balanced by joy.
Dancing together was one of those big joys. Dancing was a way to keep my spirits up on all those lonely weeks Hubby was working. Papi got pretty good at it. Of course it was always an issue who would lead.
This was one of our favorites. Tu vuo fa l’Americano
A life fully lived is one of joy and pain dancing through each season again and again.
Rest In Peace, dear Papi, thank you for sharing your life dance with us.
