So she read my diary
Slept with my boyfriend Had his baby
That was such a long time ago
I’m over it You know
I’m just not the type
to hold a grudge
No anger
No justice
Smile schmuck
Carry on
I was glad to be rid of him
Honestly
So needy
Lucky they had that sun
Sorry I mean son
He was circumcised
baptized
jabbed with every needle
under the sun
that son
She was so loyal
Her big-pharma bosses
those cocks so lovingly
coddled
Catty bitch was she
I loved her for that
most of all
Serves me right
I was vindictive
one time
an unfortunately
short-lived situation
I just don’t have it in me
Trainers in tyranny are reserved for
upper classes and
obedient masses
In any case
She wore her bitch on her sleeve
Her success was guaranteed
That she should spare me
that was my own
Destination Folly
Big Pharma loves materialistic divas
pretty is necessity
Where it lacks
oh no worries
they’ll find
those hacks
fillers crimpers plumpers
liners blushers boobs
all free for
She of Loyalty
Time will tell
I know
Bitches fade
like flurried snow
Whereas my grimed hands
unpolished and
unforgiving lands of
barbed walled gardens
forever paying for
long lost ancestors’ sins So it would seem
I will never give in
Rather to die at the wellspring of truth
than to deny even tyrannical roots
Rather to feign than fawn
Rather to challenge each dawn
Than to accept random
despots’ decisions
Choosing my weather
what it does and
just how it defines the soils
I’ll forever walk upon
Sometimes by the same people, decade after decade! It’s the drugs killing folks and making them chronically ill, not the ‘diseases’. This presentation is an excellent find and essential listening from NeverLoseTruth.
My wish, prayer and intention is that this plandemic is the straw that breaks these shysters’ backs.
Please folks, I beg y’all, get informed, get off those dangerous pharmaceuticals and REFUSE the vaccines!
Just a wee update on the wee homestead during our current Sweltering Season—that runs from about mid-July to October here—where you thank Man every damn day, and especially every night, for inventing A/C, and refrigeration. As miserable as it is, especially when the weather makers continue to steal our rain, this has been the best one yet for me.
When we first came here I swore I’d travel every summer at this time. HA! After that plan failed, I’d give up on the garden by this time, because who really cares about okra and eggplant anyway? I’d ritually whine to Hubby we are over-producing.
Recently pulling out a hot sauce from 5 years ago, with pickles and marinara still left from 2 years ago, Hubby made an astute (yet annoying) observation. “Aren’t you glad now we were over-producing?”
Yes, indeed I am. I haven’t had to don a face diaper yet, and I’ve no intention to. I’ve got a freezer full of grapes and tomatoes to process, a fridge full of peppers and a living room full of pears awaiting the same fate, fall seedlings started, a pack of dogs at my feet, and the plan to take a serious ‘home vacation’ very soon. More details on that forthcoming.
In the meantime, look how the girls have grown!
We’ve established a favorite snack station!
Not for sure if all the sheep are pregnant, but clearly the majority are, fingers crossed.
The hummingbirds and bees are happy with my offerings and don’t even notice the heat, it seems. 6 colonies going strong so far, or so it seems from their activity at the entrance, because I never mess with them in the Sweltering Season.
The old piglets are getting fat while Mamma & Papa Chop are getting reacquainted in the Back 40, planning for more piglets soon on the way, we hope.
I’ll leave out the part where friends and I are complaining about the mysterious lack of butterflies this year.
I just wanted to share this fantastic site, here’s just one of their high-quality articles, but there are many more of great value for beginners and old green thumbs alike! I’m learning so much from them, yippie!! 🙂
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That’s a season now. Like screaming garage bands are a season.Like miserable Alice In Chains songs are a season.Like I can’t grow up is a season.
Like let me drive my boyfriend’s posse to the clubs is a season.Like let me marry the completely wrong guy is a season.Like the Grateful Dead always sucked live if you weren’t on drugs is a season.
Like wearing masks is a season.
Like peaches in season used to taste good.
But still I can’t wait for the vaccine is a season.
Like did life always suck so bad is a season.
Like, did I always require perpetual entertainment.
But still I do wonder did I ever really like you ever?
How much lesser is the lesser of two evils
Is the season of love any different than the season of hate
I can’t seem to notice it much, but I figure it must
Or, no, that’s a disease, rather to more medicate
No yet still, tis the season of our virus
it’s the big one, oh yes, this time
say the high on the hog to
the lessers less fine
trained to adapt
to follow but not set
such rhymes
get in line
you sorry wastes of GOD’s
precious time
Masks are politics. They do absolutely nothing to save you, them, or anyone from germs. If you are wearing a mask because you think it makes you ‘safe’ from the Cooties, you’re suffering from ignorance.
If you’re wearing a mask because you think it makes others ‘safe’ who may be immune-compromised from your potential Cooties, you’re suffering from malignant altruism, plus ignorance.
I’m no scientist, not by a long shot, but logic occasionally crosses my path. As through a swamp, I wade through information that seems logical and credible yet totally contradictory to what I hear from so many incessantly talking heads.
Here’s one such crossing, not sure exactly what to make of it, but it seems relevant to the current plandemic according to my spidey-sense.
To me it suggests inhaling your own virus-infected breath is likely more dangerous than ’catching’ another’s germs, which would provoke your own natural immune response, and vice versa. But, I’m so royally retarded, I’m sure I got that interpretation all wrong.
Exosomes
James G. Bedford, Giuseppe Infusini, Laura F. Dagley, Fernando Villalon-Letelier, Ming Z. M. Zheng, Vicki Bennett-Wood, Patrick C. Reading, Linda M. Wakim, Airway Exosomes Released During Influenza Virus Infection Serve as a Key Component of the Antiviral Innate Immune Response, Frontiers in Immunology, 10.3389/fimmu.2020.00887, 11, (2020). Crossref
Airway Exosomes From Influenza Virus Infected Mice Evoke Pulmonary Inflammation
We tested the capacity of exosomes recovered from the BALf of influenza virus-infected mice to trigger pulmonary inflammation. To this end, we intranasally transferred into the airways of naïve mice an equal amount of exosomes recovered from the BALf of either naïve mice, mice infected 2 days prior with influenza virus, or mice given an inflammatory agent (poly I:C). Four days following exosome delivery we assessed the level of inflammation by measuring cytokine levels in the BALf and immune cell infiltration into the lung tissue. As a positive control for pulmonary inflammation, we also included a cohort of mice directly infected with influenza virus. The delivery of exosomes recovered from the airways of influenza virus-infected mice resulted in the production of IL-6, MCP-1 and TNF, which was a very similar inflammatory profile to that observed following direct infection with influenza virus (Figures 2A–C). Widening our analysis to include assessment of a more extensive panel of inflammatory cytokines revealed that exosomes recovered from the airways of influenza virus-infected mice also resulted in the production of both type I and type II interferon (Supplementary Figure 3). In contrast, the intranasal delivery of exosomes recovered from naïve or poly I:C treated mice did not evoke the release of any cytokines (Figures 2A–C), implying that the PAMPs or potential DAMPs loaded into the exosomes generated during virus infection were essential to trigger inflammation. Exosomes derived from influenza virus infected mice did contain viral RNA which may serve as the PAMP triggering the observed inflammatory response (Supplementary Figure 4). Consistent with the capacity to trigger the release of inflammatory cytokines, the intranasal delivery of exosomes recovered from the BALf of influenza virus-infected mice, but not naïve mice also resulted in the recruitment of neutrophils while the number of CD8+ and CD4+ T cells remained stable irrespective of the treatment (Figures 2D–F). Thus, exosomes released into the airways during an influenza virus infection are inflammatory, causing the release of cytokines/chemokines and resulting in the recruitment of innate immune cells.
My axe to grind is my
Cross to bear
Bares me fairly well too
Snagged this post
Past May’s sun
Where the hot sand strikes
And the beggars run
Days digital free
With such ease
Your dragons cast
No spells on me
Vitriol we’ve got in spades
Sporting far past Mary’s maids
Those now donning masks like
shilling hypocrites
desperate and pathetic
yet obliged
to let sleeping dogs lie
lest we guess correct who
next falls for their
Insipid shallowness
No, that be
Not I
Your Babylon no longer
Tempts me even
Your sirens
Whispering in tubs or
Your pale-eyed
forked-tongued snubs
My worship returns as
Your Babylon burns
Rather to the tick on
Bubba’s arse
Than one moment more of
This so-called
Civilized
Farce