Advanced Clinical Nutrition Seminar –
Paris, France – 17 Sept
North Georgia Symposium for Holistic Medicine
Gainesville GA – 29-30 Oct
Vaccine Lectures –
Paris, France – 16 Sept
Wales UK – 23 Sept
Chiropractic Philosophy/ Technique –
Wales UK – 24 Sept
2. ALASKA REPORT
3. THE MISSING CODEWORD
4. CALIFORNIA UPDATE: NEW MECCA FOR VACCINES
5. WALES CHIROPRACTIC SEMINAR
6. CHELATED MINERALS BACKORDER
7. Excerpt from Vaccination Is Not Immunization, 4th ed.
This month some lucky DCs got CE credits the way they should be gotten — aboard a high-end cruise ship bound for Alaska, out of Seattle. I’ve been telling you about it in the last 3 newsletters — not my fault you weren’t there for a life experience. The world may be coming apart at the seams, but not this week.
Three Alaskan ports of call: Ketchikan, Juneau, and Skagway.
First, Ketchikan. By the third day out we were there. SE Alaska is temperate in general – it’s that narrow, forested southern tail that borders western Canada. Anyway the first port – Ketchikan – is this little woodsy backwater, onto which the cruise lines have obligingly grafted a tourist trap environment, for half the year.
Ketchikan is on an island, not connected to the mainland. The population of 8000 booms to 14,000 as college kids, assorted soldiers of fortune, and travelling diamond merchants from Fort Lauderdale and Costa Rica settle in for the season, to take down some easy pickings. Between 3 and 9 thousand well-heeled, largely clueless tourists tear themselves away from the ship’s buffet long enough to wobble ashore every single day, from May to September.
The big scam in Ketchikan is bears. Everybody’s a bear expert, spewing forth unbidden about sows and grizzlies and hibernation and black bears shaking hands, etc. All the downtown bars are Bear Something, and everybody’s wearing bear T-shirts and being generally– overbear-ing. Sorry, it’s contagious.
The ones who know the least of all turn out to be the self-proclaimed experts of course, and they never stop talking. After all, they’ve memorized the first 2 paragraphs of wiki, under “bear.” All of which is directed to get you to sign up for one of the many bear tours.
Virtually all the tours use beautiful photos of adorably approachable black bears as bait to sell tours, remarkably all to the same destination: Herring Cove. This is a shallow grassy little river delta next to a salmon hatchery about 8 miles outside town. I found my own way out there. There were many salmon in evidence, splashing about, either in the act of spawning, or winding down the final phase of their dramatic lives. But no bears.
A large, flat wetland – you’d think bears would be abundant there. What they don’t tell you till later is that the bears usually come in right before sunset, just about the time the cruise ships pull out of Dodge.
So most people walk away with no bear tales, having learned the meaning of “No Guaranteed Sightings.” At least I learned the lesson for only $80, which I paid a local cabbie who was parked across the street from the dock, instead of the $250 most hoopleheads paid the ship for the same “tour” via bus.
Which leaves them the rest of the day to go trudging through the various tourist trap shops lining the downtown streets, most of which are carbon copies of each other, with a few exceptions.
One exception is the fur and pelt store, a really good one with a respectable selection of fox, reindeer, wolf, beaver, etc skins – all finished, perfectly clean, and very good workmanship. Even some coats and jackets, very nice. This was no tourist trap and I wasn’t really ready for it, having just walked through 49 actual tourist trinket shops.
I was surprised by the workmanship, but then my inbred, judgmental retard California save-the-dragonfly mentality kicked in, and knowing nothing, I asked the clerk if all this was legal. She looked at me with surprise and said something unintelligible and irrelevant. So I left, but at least now I had seen quality work, because I had looked through her selection very carefully.
But the day was yet to be redeemed. Because I had a ticket for a seaplane to take a few of us to the back side of the island. Like Juneau, Ketchikan is land-locked. The only way to get there is by boat or by air. No roads, no bridges, and no trains. It’s on an island.
So I climbed into a little 10-seater single-engine DeHavilland Beaver, vintage c. 1965, flown by one of the best pilots in Alaska – Clark. Now we saw what this mountain forest island really looked like, and its relation to the Inland Passage we had just sailed up, and the mainland. And we saw how pristine the Alaskan wilderness really is. Ketchikan is a tiny little town – the only one on the island.
Populated mainly by mountain goats, bears, and other animals, the island has a long unpronounceable name that nobody uses. Spectacular scenery, breathtaking mountains and lakes and pine forests, and channels — like flying over a 360-degree John Denver song.
Our destination was a salmon hatchery, which was busy raising 150 million baby salmon in its trays. Clark banked in for a turn and brought the DeHavilland to a flawless landing on the water, scooting right up in front of the dock. We floated up alongside and hopped off. There we were met by one of the worst hazards of cruise tourism: The Omniscient Tour Guide. This one was a loud, chatty nonstop yakking girl named whatever, not even a local, who announced that she was there to guide us back to show us “the bears.”
Faced with this assault on our sensibilities, I almost stayed with Clark, but he had to fly back and pick up the next load of hoopleheads. So off I traipsed with the group behind Miss Yakathon, the bear expert..
As you may know, tour guides can be the bane of any trip. It’s inevitable that you’re going to be in a situation where a tour is guided and narrated. So looking at the average intelligence in this country, what do you think are your chances of getting an articulate, educated, well-informed local expert, who is capable of accurately describing the little corner of the world you’re about to see for the first time?
We definitely got Door #2 this time, with this condescending chatterbox, whose one objective was to frighten people as much as possible about how these mostly harmless black bears were lurking behind every tree, waiting to pounce on us and rip our throats out, etc. Another townie Ketchikan bear expert. Got it.
Travellers Rule #17: you’re gonna get both types, I and II. So don’t complain – like I always do. But on second thought, hey, you just paid over $300 for this little tour. So bitch away!
Luckily we only had to be “guided” a few hundred yards back to our destination where the promised bears were supposed to be. But that distance soon seemed like the Itidarod because we had to stop every few yards and listen to more of her quacking fishwife wiki non-science about what to do when the bears attacked, and her disjointed, high-functioning account of how baby salmon are raised… How long, Oh Lord, how long…?
But finally it’s over and we get to walk behind the hatchery where the mouth of the stream is and we walk up to the edge and there’s …. a bear! Fishing! Who catches a fish! And starts eating it, like 50 feet right in front of me! No fences, no barriers.
Till that point I was beginning to believe the whole Alaska bear thing was just a legend made up by the cruise companies. But here they were – the real deal, in their natural element. Good to have the Samsung Galaxy Tab2 on full video in enhanced color — getting all the footage.
Suddenly, two more bears show up out of nowhere, right near him and start catching salmon and eating them. All right in front of us. It’s 65 degrees, a beautiful sunny day, of which Ketchikan gets about 12 per year. Hundreds of seagulls are loitering around, waiting for scraps. Of which there are beaucoup, since bears only eat half the fish, in a situation of abundance like this.
Later I met a girl from Ketchikan who told me that she had never seen what I was describing with these bears. And she’d been there 3 years. Another rare species then – a bear non-expert from Ketchikan.
So I guess that was the key– you had to buy the seaplane ticket to boldly go where no roads went – to the back of the island. If you did that, you actually got to see what all the tourist hype was about. Plus you got to hang with Clark.
After this, the day was pretty much made, actually the whole trip was made. Better still, I got to ride up front in the co-pilot seat next to Clark on the flight back to Ketchikan. Some more epic aerial footage of the untouched Alaska wilderness forest. I’ll eventually post this footage on this site, under Videos.
Clark was an example of Door #1 of the tour guide options described above. Completely informed, well-expressed. Removes himself from the narrative, main objective to inform the audience, etc. Told us the history of these hardy, single-engine military planes, why they’re still doing this job, because no other planes can take off in water at only 50 mph with a payload of 8000 lbs. You can feel it – the precision of a classic well-kept low-tech machine. DeHavilland: there is no substitute.
We were flying at about 3500 feet but had to climb to 9000 to go over a mountain. We were hit by sharp gusts at the summit, but Clark just floated with it and never wavered, the aircraft like a Stratocaster in the hands of Knopfler or Clapton — instinctive mastery – in the Zone flying, born of a thousand short hops across the Alaskan wilderness.
So Tour Tip #9: when in Ketchikan, get out of town asap, and buy a ticket for the seaplane to the back of the island. And hope for Clark. He’s real military, the kind that doesn’t need to mention it every 5 minutes. Or at all.
Back in time to make the boarding call for the Celebrity Solstice. Sailed all night for Juneau, arriving at 1:30 pm. Juneau’s another small town, just bigger. Population 32,000. Same general set-up here – the ship disgorges its engorged passengers, who then walk downtown to get mauled in endless tourist traps.
I thought my biggest mistake there in Juneau was to buy a ticket on their cable car that ran up the side of the mountain. You think there’s going to be an excellent observation deck at the top, and maybe a nightclub and a casino. But all there is up at the top is a cheesy little gift shop. The tiny observation deck was built BEHIND the cable tower, so you can’t even see down the mountain into the port, practically at all. Which was the only reason you went up there!
But to illustrate how you shouldn’t believe any tourist guides, I have to add myself to that list. Because I found out later that there was a spectacular hiking trail at the top of that cable car ride, that went on for hours into the Hobbit-like mountain forest.
See what I mean? You can’t believe anybody.
But I was trying to learn, with just a few hours in each port.
In one of the downtown stores called Mt Juneau I found a small selection of very nice reindeer pelts, knowing now what to look for. Arriving at a price, I said to the salesman, OK now make me not feel bad about buying this fur. That’s easy – they’re not shot for the fur. The locals eat the meat. This is our food — there are no roads or trains coming into Juneau. Any food we get is 2 weeks old. Plus there are millions of reindeer. So chill, all you Santacruztards. This is the economy of nature. People will honor the spirit of that reindeer for years, grateful for the use of his beautiful pelt.
Juneau’s the same kitschy scene as downtown Ketchikan, just bigger. And the jewelry stores are slicker, with sharks in suits, and even more ludicrously overpriced. It’s all corporate, assembly line pieces, no warmth or humanity like what you find in Asia. People who buy there seem mostly inexperienced, well-coined tourists, with little artistic sense. Predictably, the same items in all the same stores — amelite, tanzanite, diamonds, rubies, etc. as well as ‘curios’, and other obligatory gifts nobody needs, things people will keep for years on a dusty shelf, until that inevitable garage sale of the future.
So you can skip downtown Juneau. I got so bored waiting for my next tour, in the town square by the tour buses, that I detected a familiar pungent essence wafting my way. Looking around, I espy a lone homeless stoner sitting on the grass there, lighting up a fattie. So I sat down near him, channeled my inner 70s vibe and said, what the chances for a share, brother? That hit the mark – soon I had a new friend and a new perspective on Juneau, Alaska.
Now I was in the proper frame of mind for the best part of the day, come what may. I had a ticket for a helicopter to take us up to the Mendenhall Glacier, which lay just outside of town, up over the ridge. I was getting used to this flying thing.
Presently the bus girl with the clipboard shows up, calls my name and takes us out to the helo pad. They gave us iceboots, and loaded us onto the helos, 6 passengers per. It was a little copter fleet – 4 in all, that flies together. We had headphones, but the pilot, again, real military, not the usual boyscout variety, didn’t say much. He just wound it up, made small corrections and up we went, third in line. Up and along the Inland Passage, then up and off toward the mountaintops.
Now a little geography here. Juneau is a port, but with mountains less than a mile behind it. Kinda like a little Ventura. Except that up and over the mountains behind Juneau, there is a gigantic area called the Juneau Ice Field – permafrost and glaciers stretching out some 1500 miles, all the way to Fairbanks.
Glaciers are the frozen rivers of ice which come down off the ice field, in various valleys all around the edges of the ice field. This is something you fully appreciate when you have a 360 degree view from your vantage point in the copter at about 3ooo feet. Once you see it, you’ve learned it forever.
The endless, fluid panorama of mountains and ice field and pine trees and glaciers, swirling about in a flotilla of four helicopters chasing each other around was indelibly imprinted … a life experience. Words fail it. Fortunately my trusty Samsung was tracking as much as possible. Check the site later.
I kept hearing the theme song from MASH in my head, flying in that formation with those other helicopters across the mountains like that, but it wasn’t coming over the headphones. Visions of Alan Alda’s concerned brow staring down at the incoming wounded…
Our pilot, who looked like Liev Schreiber, was by no means the New Age type. He didn’t play Enya, or anything at all over the headphones. He flew. A master at that – not one hesitation, even in the high winds that come screaming across the glacier, unrelenting and unpredictable. He conveyed total confidence and experience, and the passengers never felt anything but safe. Helicopters are a much more squirrely animal to train than fixed-wing craft, as any pilot will tell you. Just ask Stevie Ray Vaughn. Oh wait… you can’t…
Anyway the MASH theme was still looping through my head as the helicopters were circling to land. All those blue blue streaks all across the massive glaciers. That true cerulean celestial Blessed Mother blue of nature. You don’t know that blue unless you’ve seen it – or look at the video. And now I was about to find out where it came from.
So we’re circling close to the ground, and the next thing I see is the two lead helicopters already on the ground, unloading passengers. So Liev eases down, soft as a feather and lands right beside them. We’re on a broad flat field of ice, right in the middle of the Mendenhall Glacier. A girl in an orange jacket runs up and opens the door and lets us all out.
Then it hits you– the cold. And the wind – 35 knots. Yow! The girl yells for us to join the small group of passengers and the 5 other guides in orange jackets. We crunch our way over to their location and gather, as one by one the helicopters all take off, having already reloaded the last batch of ice trekkers, and leave us stranded there.
Fortunately, our main glacier guide is an exceptionally intelligent expert, Door#1 of the two mentioned above – at one with the information, and most enthusiastic about imparting that knowledge to us novices.
You’re astounded when you find out these hardy guides are up on the glacier every day, from 8 to 12 hours straight, giving one 30-minute presentation after another. They have a tent up there, but of course there’s no heat inside it, because that would melt them down into the ice. So the tent’s only advantage is a momentary escape from that bone-chilling wind.
Anyway, this nature girl was a most gifted presenter, fully conversant about glaciers – the opposite of the usual canned wiki tour guide rap.
That blue hue for example. OK, this glacier we were standing on was 300 feet thick, feeding off the Icefield, and eventually melting down into a valley that flows into the waterway right next to town. They estimate it at 20,000 years old, and it recedes a few feet per year. Another glacier nearby – the Taku – has actually been advancing a few feet per year, but that’s another story.
So up on the 1500 mile Juneau icefield, it snows all the time. But it rarely gets warm enough for much of it to melt. So the snow keeps piling up and piling up on top of itself, year after year. After centuries, it’s megatons of pressure upon the snow crystals, and that pressure turns the snow to ice.
So then it’s not the kind of ice in your ice cube tray. That was made from taking water and freezing it. On the glacier it was already snow, so already frozen. This snow is changed to ice by one thing: pressure. Megatons and centuries of unrelenting pressure.
And all that pressure forces the oxygen out of the ice crystal lattice. And the resulting crystals absorb every other color but blue. Only the blue rays are reflected and scattered.
And that’s also why the glacier is blue all the way down, all 300 feet of it. The only part that’s white is the top, which is new snow, and is exposed to oxygen.
Frozen H2O in glaciers is the same everywhere, and so must the blue color also be universal, the world over.
None of which I ever knew.
But from the air you see these endless acres and miles of white and blue patterns and formations like only the primordial Artist could design. Defies all description, all adjectives and metaphors. The glacial blue shows through the crevasses, since they expose the interior of the glacier core as they open up.
The other thing you see across the glacier surface – these long grey streaks everywhere. OK, remember this is a granite mountain range, so obviously the glacier is continually dislodging enormous boulders of all sizes. As the boulders sink deeper and deeper into the matrix, more and more pressure is grinding down on them, time without end. So after a few millenia, even the biggest boulders become very fine silt. You can see it on the surface and where the rivulets are; you can scoop it up and squish it in your fingers. Cosmetics companies make fortunes using that glacial silt as the most expensive facial cleansers – you might have seen them.
For a little perspective, all this has been going on in this particular glacier for at least 10,000 years before the wooly mammoths went extinct.
We walked around and looked down into several crevasses. And there was that other-worldly primordial crystal blue shimmering right back up at you, de profundis. I learned that the crevasses open up relatively fast, but once they’ve made their way down to the flat, they always close tight forever, as the river of ice moves relentlessly downhill. A twenty-foot wide crevasse might close in 2 weeks or so.
River of ice.
Now this whole lecture presentation only took 25 minutes. I was ready to leave after 10 from the cold, but it was so riveting, the fountain of information this speaker was telling us. Truly the masters course, the real science. But right in the middle of a sentence, there they were, the incoming MASH helicopters, swooping down in formation, to land just where they had left us off. They’re loaded with the next group of neophytes, who presently disembarked.
We thanked our guides and walked into the deafening roar of the swirling rotors overhead, trying our best not to do a Vic Morrow. Liev was very focused at keeping the rotors idling without moving the craft while we were getting situated in our seats. No time for him to go over the next Ray Donovan script…
Then off they lifted, #1, #2, and then us, up and away, racing in formation across the Juneau Ice Fields, banking into the shifting crosswinds, then following the glacial melt back down into Juneau.
Certainly the highlight of everyone’s cruise, as well as a life experience – a cliche’ I can’t seem to shake on this voyage. Again the day was made, and so was the whole trip.
The ship left Juneau soon thereafter, sailed all night, and docked into Skagway early the next morning – the last Alaskan port of call. This is a very small berg of less than 1000 people in the off season. Usual tourist trap mainstreet scene, generally to be avoided for all the above reasons.
The big attraction in Skagway is the train. All their tours sell different versions of what turns out to be exactly the same thing – riding the narrow-gauge gold rush train up the mountain for 27 miles. Why would you want to do that?
For history’s sake: the Klondike gold rush of 1898.. This particular section of railroad was one of the engineering wonders of all time – 20 miles right up into a trackless granite mountainside. Why? Because in 1897 some guys struck gold up in the Klondike region of the Yukon, some 550 miles north.
Most of that trip could be negotiated by boat from a mountain lake. But to get up to the lake from the west coast, the only way was up a treacherous narrow little mountain trail of 20 some miles, that cut through a little corner of Canada. In an unusual little Nazi preview of politics, Canada passed a law that said they’d only admit trekkers who had with them 2000 pounds of gear. Even though they were just passing through.
Now I saw much of this trail, and it’s little more than a goat track. i wouldn’t even ride my own horse on most of it. In order to accumulate a ton of goods at the top, the goldbugs – called stampeders by media – had to make a series of trips back and forth, each of which would take several weeks. This path was the only way to get up to the gold fields at that time.
Tens of thousands of fortune hunters would crowd into the tiny town of Skagway, desperately seeking a way to the Klondike, willing to try anything. And this is what they came up with. More than 100,000 total tried it, in the 2 years of the trail’s history.
Then a New Yorker with $10 million hit on the idea of building a railroad beside the trail to accommodate the sudden boom market in desperate passengers. Several engineers said it couldn’t be done, until they found one crazy Irish engineer. With megatons of dynamite and 35,000 workers, the 20-mile railroad was completed in 2 years! It was built in the most inclement weather and mountain terrain imaginable.
After the completion of the railroad, the Trail of ’98 was no longer necessary. The stampeders could now easily get up the mountain to the boats at the lake.
The Klondike Gold Rush lasted only a few years, with very few success stories – one of the few being Donald’s grandfather, Friedrich Trump. Anyway, when the Goldrush faded, the whole region soon reverted to its Alaska ghost town status. But the railroad survived as a tourist attraction, that keeps Skagway on the map. As you ride the railroad, you can clearly see the Trail of ’98 off a couple hundred yards below. You can well imagine those thousands of stampeders trudging upward on that rocky, uneven goatpath, in blizzards at 30 below zero.
Jack London chronicles some of the brutality, treachery, and sheer force of will that he witnessed. You can also get an idea what a colossal feat of railroad engineering and determination was necessary to complete the 20-mile track in just 2 years. With no power equipment! Would probably take three times that long today, if anyone would even attempt it at all..
I recommend taking the RR to the top and then taking the bus down. No need to get carried away… Also do it in the afternoon rather than the morning. They don’t call the summit White Pass for nothing. You want to be able to actually see the spectacular vistas up top.
Back to the ship then, sailing at 7 pm, homeward bound, via Victoria BC.
So we learn that the Alaskan Cruise, since 2003, has blossomed into a billion-dollar industry. Between May and September, every day two or three cruise liners leave Seattle for the one week Alaska voyage. They all hit the same 4 ports: Ketchikan, Juneau, Skagway, and then on the way back, Victoria, BC.
With about 3000 passengers on each ship, at about $4 grand per, by the time all the smoke clears, that’s $12 million per ship per week, minimum. And that’s not even counting the additional millions of commerce gleaned by the ports from the golden fleece shorn from the 6 or 8 thousand sheep delivered to their door, every single day of the season.
So this is a billion dollar boom, most of it going to the cruise companies themselves, who certainly deserve it, having made an enormous outlay to create this industry, out of their imagination. Even though they proceed to clip you at every possible opportunity along the way… In all fairness, many of their ocean vessels represent the pinnacle of modern nautical engineering and seagoing aesthetics, both in design and in operation, except for sailing vessels, of course. The most casual study of their history and construction will certainly bear this out.
The Celebrity Line is certainly up-market, in the cruise category. Most of the more popular lines are cheaper, with much lower-budget processed fare, like a floating all-night Denny’s. Which is perfectly satisfactory for the majority of the ticket-buying, food-Hoovering cruise demographic. But Celebrity carefully controls the food quality in all the buffets and restaurants aboard, down to the smallest detail, serving almost nothing processed or left-over. All produce is very fresh, and all dishes are prepared from scratch, even in the large quantities offered in buffet entrees.
You have to experience it to appreciate it – travel food descriptions are usually overblown, by their very nature. But not this one. Healthy eating, unregulated gluttony, or anything in between — Celebrity makes it the passenger’s choice.
Definitely not a commercial here – the cruise wasn’t perfect. The vast majority of the staff, including the captains and guest relations, don’t speak intelligible English. Also there’s an endless number of unnecessary and annoying public announcements over the ship PA speakers, at all hours. And the nonstop piped-in music as well as the much of the live music is very loud and of generally indiscriminate quality. But then we travellers never complain, right?
To the good, there were many non-gastronomic activities aboard for the at-sea days – pools, gym, mall, theatre, spa, bars, restaurants, library, nightclubs, casino, card room, IT center – the usual cruise amenities.
One special perk of this cruise was the arrival of the whales. For two days we saw so many whales alongside the ship that I finally got tired of looking for them. They were all travelling north as we were returning south. Very exciting, never having seen one before in the ocean.
We’re going to try it again next year in the Mediterranean. Keep checking these newsletters!
3. THE MISSING CODEWORD
Einstein used to say that if you couldn’t explain something very simply, that meant you didn’t understand it well enough. Not sure that’s true absolutely, especially in areas where you need a fundamental education just to be able to discuss some topics. But still, the idea probably holds true most of the time.
In this election-year mass hysteria, the copyroom knuckledraggers have come out of the woodwork. It’s like they unpack their dumbest guys out of mothballs and prop them in front of a keyboard, just for election season. Most rational people soon stop watching TV altogether till it’s over. Two reasons
– you know half of it is utterly false
– no way to know which half
But even the small fraction that must be true is disconcerting in the extreme, more evidence that the Ship of State is rudderless indeed.
In The Doors of Perception, our introduction to the history of media, we learned about the approaching One World mind. What governments want is simple:
- everyone should think the same about “important” issues
- those issues are decided by mainstream experts in “science” and politics, hirelings of corporate interests
- government defines science
- government sanctions and licenses academia
- the only opposition is controlled opposition
Some of the obvious areas of enforced thought control include:
- election guidance
- medical choices
- medical freedom
- medical coverage, now termed “health care”
- news choices
- news bias
- news blackouts
- pop ethics
Then there are labels for anyone who deviates from the homogenized approved view, or even shows the slightest hint of the possibility of deviation:
- nonbeliever, etc
The enforcer of this all-consuming agenda of course is media: TV, online, written, academic, etc. The rules for labelling are consistently enforced throughout the globe. Once tagged, the pariah can almost never be redeemed, and is consigned to a lifetime of those same keywords in any search, which then indelibly triggers the unending lies that go with them.
Recent examples – Al Gore, Andy Wakefield, Kurt Donsbach, Julian Assange, etc. What do they have in common? Each of them has exposed and proven incontrovertible, systematic fraud in a global corporate monolith.
For many years, there have been various attempts to describe, or to challenge the suffocating, unstoppable progression toward this One World stranglehold that we see everywhere. Many of these predictions have proven not only to be accurate, but actually to have underestimated the extent of the totalitarian agenda already in effect in today’s world.
- Brave New World
- An Inconvenient Truth
- Callous Disregard
- V For Vendetta
- Adios America
- Dirty Wars
- Crumbling America
- The United States of Secrets
- Vaccination Is Not Immunization
- Perpetual War
to name just a few.
Yes, yes, the world’s going to hell in a hand basket…yawn. So what else is new?
But that’s just it. It is new. The way all this is happening today is unprecedented in human evolution. No tyrant in history had at his disposal the strangling power of today’s world media, with 100 years of success in place, to manipulate and homogenize and dilute the daily feelings of the generally comatose masses. No attention span, too lazy to pay attention to any subject long enough to actually learn something, they drift through life in a dreamworld of … faith. Faith in anything they are told to believe in. Blind acceptance of what cannot be demonstrated – the leap of faith.
And that’s the triumphant nuance of today’s mass control right there — the real, true facts of any subject can be demonstrated, they can be learned and understood. But not by the 2 minute wiki/google search by which any initiate is instantly given all ‘knowledge’ of any topic in the wink of an eye – half a million “results” in .5 seconds. And then armed with his new found expertise, he can go on a lecture tour, or get a book deal…
Ever notice as Google’s stock grows, and their annual lobbying budget exceeds $400 million, and their global use increases, that the quality of their service is proportionally diminishing at the same time?
Searches don’t even work any more like they used to. You type in two keywords, which have a well known specific relationship, and you’ll instantly get thousands of completely unrelated website results, in a random order of usefulness. Google doesn’t even have the Advanced Search option at the top of the page any more. Even if you find it, the + and -0 tags don’t work at all in the algorithm.
People don’t even remember what a Boolean search is any more. For the first few years when Google first came out, that was a truly useful and efficient as a research tool. Remember that? Ancient history now. The corporate First Commandment demands that the bigger the company, the lower the quality of any goods and services.
The Microsoft Axiom.
So the information we need for our research projects becomes less and less accessible. Are people eventually going to start trudging back into libraries to find their answers?
Not likely. Easier to accept the skewed, bought-and-paid-for watered-down pablum of wiki.
So. Back to our subject – the missing codeword. The above harangue is a variation on a broad theme afloat today in the collective unconscious – lamenting the relentless corporate control of conventional wisdom for the undiscriminating masses.
Just wondering – couldn’t there be a trigger word or a hook or a keyword or a saying or an epithet, or some kind of phrase that would instantly conjure up the pervasiveness of this modern phenomenon – the deliberate and systematic lowering of the general intelligence?
What is the worst aspect of all – that most people simply accept the whole trend, without objecting. Many even think of it as a service of simplifying knowledge, since this way they won’t have to do any further reading or study or thinking on the topic, now that an entire field of inquiry has been reduced to a few simple phrases and sentences.
Trigger words of the past don’t really measure up to the strnaglehold of what we see today:
- dumbing down
No, we’re looking for a new metaphor here, one that suggests the pervasive extent of encapsulated kilobytes with which they want to define every single part of the human experience. A word that describes the new re-ordering of information, mandating what is “politically correct” or “appropriate” or “accepted science” in today’s world.
I thought I was going to be able to come up with this new phrase by the end of this monograph, but I have to get the newsletter out. Still thinking about it. If you come up with the codeword I’m looking for, we’ll give you any 2 of our supplements as a reward for thinking!
4. CALIFORNIA UPDATE: NEW MECCA FOR VACCINES
Since nobody listens to me, it’s no surprise that my phone has been ringing off the hook lately as it finally dawns on parents that the pressure to vaccinate is on, full force. So here’s a summary of recent events in California, what I say over and over to people all day long. And what I’ve been saying in my lectures and newsletters these past 5 years.
If you’ve been living in a cave or something, like many seem to be, SB277 went into effect in July. It abolished the 50 year old personal beliefs exemption from vaccines in this state. So if you’re an informed parent who does not want to vaccinate your child, you have only two options at present:
The first of these is the simplest. Homeschool is looking better and better all the time. With the overall substandard quality of primary and secondary education in California, where increasingly large numbers are graduated without being able to read, write, or do math, many kids can reach their academic potential much easier with one of the many excellent online and DVD homeschool curricula now available.
Best news is it’s only 3 hours a day. Home school kids who really spend 3 hours a day doing academics end up much better educated than regular schoolkids by the time they graduate. Everybody knows it.
Why? It’s obvious. Ask your kid to give you an hour by hour breakdown of the time they spent in school today. A lot of recess, lining up, getting organized, roll calls, going to lunch, getting ready to do something – very little time actually doing academics. Exactly why do they have homework every night, after a full day at school? What were they doing there all day?
Why parents accept the homework assignments their kids drag home every night is mystifying indeed. Another aspect of the sheep mentality – the belief that homework is necessary, that it is the parent’s job to teach their kids academics.. If the teachers were actually teaching in school, there would be no homework. And proof of this fact is the superior performance of the home schooled, who just spent 3 hours a day focusing on actual studies.
Social interaction? In the urban environment there are endless teams and activities for kids to interact with their peer groups. Parents have been brainwashed into accepting schools as babysitting operations, obeying the teachers’ orders to do the teaching themselves at night. And everybody thinks this is normal. Education has become just another marketing tool, bait and switch. They market education, but switch it around and make you do it.
And when did they decide to cut off an entire third of summer vacation? Summer is supposed to be 3 months, not 2. Memorial Day to Labor Day. Remember? More babysitting hours, right? Never understood that from an economic standpoint – in a state that’s always going bankrupt — why would they keep schools open an extra month every year?? Something very basic we’re missing here…
Anyway, one of the main advantages of homeschool today is: no vaccine requirement. Here is another demographic which is excluded from any possible clinical study for vaccine injury: the homeschooled. Absolutely forbidden as a control group in any mainstream study design.
Second option to avoid vaccines: medical exemption.
On this website is a list of CA MDs who may sign a vaccine exemption, under the right circumstances. Each office is different, each with a different level of understanding about vaccines and exemptions. What many of them don’t know is the proper form for a medical exemption. Scrolling down that list, at the bottom is a template for a valid medical exemption. It’s practically a fill in the blanks page.
As we watch the virtually unopposed deterioration of medical freedom in this state, flash back to the opposition groups who went to Sacramento to protest AB2109 back in 2012. That was the previous bill that required an MD to co-sign the original philosophical beliefs form signed by the parent.
At that time, we the opposition feared that few MDS would actually sign the exemption form. So to reassure the hooplehead public, the vaccinators in Sacramento whipped out a ridiculous bit of theater, detailed in the Newsletter of May 2012 .
During that hearing, they paraded over 200 medical doctors one after another, on camera, to testify to the vaccine committee that they would be willing to co-sign anyone’s personal beliefs exemption, no problem. You can watch it on youtube.
What was ridiculous was that they were all wearing white clinic jackets as they stepped up to the microphone to recite their lines. But wait — was this the set of General Hospital? No, this was on the second floor of the state capitol building, in downtown Sacramento. So where did all those white Jackets come from? For the outrageous answer, read the newsletter.
Anyway, that bill AB2109 was passed of course, but only lasted for 4 years. Once the vaccinators saw how easily CA sheeple gave up their rights over their children’s health, they came up with the draconian SB277. Poof! No more philosophical exemptions. The only state in the union who ever abolished it.
So now the only exemption left in CA is the medical exemption. And that window is guaranteed to be closing. Two trends are contributing to that eventuality:
1. insurance threats
2. clinical criteria
Doctors who sign “too many” vaccine exemptions may suddenly get a form letter from their Group saying something like “Dear Doctor, It has come to our attention that an inordinate number of vaccine exemptions have been coming from your office… Should this trend continue we will be forced to drop you from our Plan… ,” or something similar.
So the list of signing doctors is being eroded all the time.
Second reason for the likely erosion of the medical exemption: a set of clinical criteria are being codified that would be necessary in order to exempt a child from vaccines.
So the narrow exemption window is closing even tighter.
Pretty clear that very soon there will almost certainly be de facto mandatory vaccines in California. Why did they go to all this trouble? Why didn’t they just pass a law making vaccines mandatory for all kids in the state? Here’s why: then there would be no way out of liability for the vaccine injuries and deaths that result. The way it is now, they can always say well, you didn’t have to vaccinate your autistic child. You could have opted out…”
See how it works? Exemptions have never been about immunity or protection or science or contamination or anything at all, other than LIABILITY.
The various squabbling vaccine opposition groups recently put all their eggs into the class action lawsuit against SB277, filed earlier this summer in San Diego. Due to the usual mismanagement by clownish bumbling lawyers, insufficient funds, and unclear objectives, the lawsuit was just thrown out of court a few days ago.
You can read about that whole comedy of errors on vaccineimpact.com – The lawsuit had given the SB277 opposition false hope for the past few months, even though it never really had much chance for success, considering the deep pockets of the defendants.
Which means that with almost no squawking, the people of California have just acquiesced to the most severe attack in history on basic rights to medical freedom, squandering their opportunity to sue on three legitimate grounds for court action:
Bill of Rights, Articles I and IV
depriving taxpayers of education for their children
Meanwhile the emboldened Vaccinators are continuing to marshall the political forces that represent the lowest common denominator of intelligence in the state, and are drafting new laws and injunctions, like the current proposal to ban Vaxxed from being shown in California.
So be forewarned: I’m not taking any more phone calls about vaccines in the office unless the caller has read this newsletter. Tired of explaining the basics to people too lazy to read about the fall of the state of California. Exasperating how people are acting all surprised, as though suddenly they are being forced to vaccinate their kids, with few options available.. Like it all just happened this week or something, and they never had any warning….
We have been wakened irreversibly from the California Dream – it’s over. Yes, we may have the weather and the money here, but we seem to have left behind any interest in our own health, our morality, accountability from our legislature, the right to raise our own children, our privacy, or a concern in maintaining the very freedoms our ancestors have fought and died for.
That’s why so many now are leaving the state, or at least opting for homeschool.
Perhaps the coming election will solve all these problems…
5. TRADITIONAL CHIROPRACTIC SEMINAR IN WALES, UK
Met a patient last week who’s been having almost constant lower neck pain for the past 6 months. She noticed it after an intense workout.
Tried “everything.” Right.
Adjusted her very easily and everything exploded into place. Immediate relief, never before experienced. You know the story.
Needed a follow up, of course, since I don’t live there. So 20 minutes away is the most saturated town in the world for DCs. Literally.
I know many docs in this area, but couldn’t remember having been adjusted by any of them. This patient needed a traditional osseous adjustment – light, quick, specific.
Took me a week of calling every DC in the area to find someone who would even try to attempt something as fundamental as this basic adjustment.
What are they putting out there in the field for $250K? What do the grads think their job is?
What’s the point of the story? That it only took a week to find someone who knew the word subluxation? In today’s clueless world, that’s not bad.
With the skill set and training of most of today’s DCs, looking for any reason not to adjust, what chance did this poor patient really have on her own? Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me where these skills are taught and where patients can find a traditional chiropractor who respects the legacy of the past century. Oh you know a guy?
Alert the media.
These traditional principles of our Lost Art are the subject matter of the our UK workshops
coming up in England this Fall. More info here .
Two kinds of doctors might benefit from such an event.
First, recent graduates who were told that subluxation suddenly no longer exists because the schools forgot what it was since 2010, when they all signed an agreement defining subluxation as the common purpose of the profession. Now it’s the best kept secret in Europe.
Then they suddenly changed their mind somehow. It’s no longer OK to have the original insight and knowledge about chiropractic that has enabled the profession to survive for the past century.
So the new students are very confused. They know they should be learning to do something, but they don’t know what. They knew they should have learned some unique professional skill in school, but somehow they never got around to it. So now here they are in practice, out there practicing… what? Not sure.
Second, are the experienced DCs who by some twist of fate have discovered the power of the adjustment, and realize their place in the health professions, exactly what service chiropractors are supposed to be offering people. And they can adjust, some of them very well.
But the concept of mastery has occurred to them and they want to refine their adjusting skills, willing to go anywhere just to learn one more move or to make one little correction in a move they already know, or perhaps to have a new technique demonstrated.
The idea of hands-on in a technique seminar is an alien concept today. I have a friend who teaches technique in a California school who was fired for adjusting a student in class! Posology. Is that all you get for 4 years of your life these days? And all that money?
Come to Wales in September for a look at actual, day-to-day, clinical chiropractic adjusting that you’re going to start using the following Monday in your office!
6. CHELATED MINERALS BACKORDER
Last month we described the new formula for our Chelated Minerals, a key part of the 60 Day Program. The worst possible luck is delaying delivery of the new product, unprecedented in our company’s history. Will probably be another few weeks before we can fill our hundreds of backorders for the Minerals.
Here’s the long version: it took many weeks longer than normal to arrive at the new formula, because of the difficulty in finding knowledgeable people. Made me really appreciate how common place and low-end most mineral supplements on the market really are, becaseu so few “formulators” out there actually know what they’re talking about. But we finally located some real authorities, and composed the new formula.
Next delay was in securing the actual ingredients in a chelated form. That took over a month itself – having them shipped to our bottling facility. But what happened next was just pure bad luck. The company we had chosen to bottle the new formula was all set – they had the ingredients and the bottles and the labels and were mixing it all up, and beginning to bottle. That very night their facility burned to the ground, including our product!! A company that had been in business for almost a century!
This put us back to square one – purchasing, testing, bottling. And finding a new company. Which we have, and everything is in the queue at present. When it finally arrives, it will be well worth it, and I can truthfully say , having studed mineral supplementation for alsmot 20 years, there will be nothing on the market anywhere that will compare to Immunition’s new Chelated MInerals. So for the nth time, I apologize most abjectly to all you folks waiting for your orders of minerals. You are on a list that is very meticulously being watched and I can promise that the very day the new minerasl arrive, they will be on their way to your addresses.
Kindly read last month’s Newsletter for a description of the new formula.