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Saturday, April 22, 2017

Four-Day Fat-Burning Detox Diet Plan │ Poor Sleep Engenders Heart Attacks and Strokes │ Concerning Vitamin D

With it being Friday evening last night, my younger brother Mark was not in any particular need to be off to bed at his usual time, so I ended up watching T.V. via our Android TV Box a little longer than usual.

I think it may have been 11:39 p.m. by the time I was in bed.

Sleep overnight was unremarkable, and it was possibly around 6:49 a.m. when I checked the time this morning with an eye toward rising. It is quite amazing how dreadfully kinked and sore I often feel when first I rise. If I knew no better, I would have every reason to believe that I had become seized with some crippling disorder overnight.

When first I rose, I noted that there were some blue streaks in the sky, but they were to disappear. And by early afternoon following a lie-down that I treated myself to, I saw that it had lightly rained.

And I hear it raining now as I type these words at 1:42 p.m.

I can still hear distant sounds of the Vaisakhi celebrations taking place that I heard long before I sought my bed-rest ─ definitely not a good afternoon to be outdoors. The main affected area here in Surrey is roughly two square miles ─ 72nd Avenue to 88th Avenue, and Scott Road (120th Street) to King George Boulevard (136th Street).

I am selfishly pleased to say that I am about a mile from the nearest border of that two-mile square. As an article published today by CBC.ca says, there are expected to be up to 400,000 people attending the parade and whatever all else takes place: Up to 400K people expected to attend 2017 Surrey Vaisakhi parade.

Can that article truly be accurate in stating that the parade itself will last from roughly 9:00 a.m. until 6:00 p.m.? Most definitely not for the casual observer!

Obviously I will not be taking any photos of that event ─ I am perfectly happy to remain a mile away from it. Crowds rarely have an appeal to me.

But I will post a few more photos that were taken during some sort of picnic event that my wife Jack and some of her loved ones indulged in back on (I think) November 13, 2016, after Jack had applied to credit the cost of a trip back to Thailand that Fall in order to see her mother for the first time since early March 2013.

The family village is Nong Soong, which is perhaps a 15-minute drive from the city of Udon Thani. Now, although I do not know for certain, I am supposing that the site of this picnic event was likely in Nong Soong, or else very nearby.

The series of photos I am posting today leads off with Jack herself:

This is a woman I only know as Jack's "sister-cousin":

Here is Daisha, a long-standing friend of Jack's. He does his best to present as a ladyboy:

And this is Jack's brother Santi, the only surviving of Jack's three brothers:

"Sister-cousin" is seated on the floor in this next photos, and Jack's brother-in-law ─ husband to Lumpoon, the eldest of Jack's two older sisters ─ is just beyond her. I do not recognize the woman at the right:

Here is Santi again, still mucking about in that pen in the canal or klong. Looking on are his sister Lumpoon, and Lumpoon's husband just beyond her:

Still far too many photos of that day remain to stack into this post, so I will stop here.


In my young adulthood, I was willing to try various rather strict diets, but I have largely lost that incentive in my senior years. I just want to eat as wholesomely as I possibly can.

But if you are interested in things like detoxification diets, for example, you might be willing to have a look at this four-day plan:


If I have ever in my life consumed any ghee, I definitely did not realize it at the time. I see various ghee-labelled products in one of the supermarkets I shop at which has a heavy South Asian customer base, but I have no purpose for it to try it out. I am certainly not going to buy some just to spoon down the occasional mouthful.


The sort of sleeper that I am seems to identify that I have at least one of the sleep disorders that increase the risk of both heart attacks and strokes.

These reports tell of the latest research:





I am convinced that it is the house environment that is probably behind my bad sleep. Not just the electrical and gas meters outside the wall my head is almost against like I described yesterday; but also various chemicals within the house in the walls, carpeting, and the bed itself.

Also, there is the issue of things like dust mites. Back in 2011, lots of media carried reports of how researchers claimed that up to a third of a pillow's weight was actually due to living and dead dust mites, their droppings, other microscopically tiny dead insects, and our dead skin cells.

That old finding got recent replay in this April 12 article at Mercola.com: One-Third of Your Pillow Weight May Be Dust Mites and Bug Droppings.

So who knows how adversely that sort of presence affects quality of sleep?

If a person has an underlying sensitivity to external electrical stimuli and/or environmental chemicals within the home and/or the masses of microscopic lifeforms inhabiting our beds, then no amount of melatonin or lost weight is going to change anything. Bad sleep with continue.

My suspicion is that our sensitivity to all of these things increases as we grow older, whether or not we realize it.


I wonder how many people happened across and believed this April 10 article concerning vitamin D supplements?


I have never had my blood tested for vitamin D levels, and doubt that I ever will. But I do not have the remotest doubt that a normal diet alone will not provide all of the vitamin D that we need; and unless we are exposing lots of skin to direct sunlight on a daily basis, then supplementation is required.

Concerning that article above, this is a superb challenge to it:


I haven't the time to bother with that NYtimes.com article, but I noticed that it had this statement about a study I was acquainted with:
Another study, published at the end of March, included 2,303 healthy postmenopausal women randomly assigned to take vitamin D and calcium supplements or a placebo. The supplements did not protect the women against cancer, the researchers concluded.
Is that so?

Well, according to the study's "principal investigator" Joan Lappe, PhD, RN:
"This study suggests that higher levels of 25(OH)D in the blood are associated with lower cancer risk...."
"The study provides evidence that higher concentrations of 25(OH)D in the blood, in the context of vitamin D3 and calcium supplementation, decrease risk of cancer...."
Those are quotes from an article at ScienceDaily.com concerning the study: Does Vitamin D decrease risk of cancer?

So how much else in that NYtimes.com article is slanted bull-crap?

Don't fall for these vitamin supplementation smears.


That rain I heard early into this post was naught but a shower, but later in the afternoon the rain was quite steady ─ as it is now at 5:21 p.m.

I close now with a journal entry from 41 years ago when I was 26 years old, and living in a basement housekeeping unit in New Westminster. I was paying rent for the little place within a house located on Ninth Street, and maybe two houses up from Third Avenue.

On tab for this day was a 1½-hour hike out to visit my mother Irene Dorosh in the Kennedy Heights area of Surrey. The home she shared with her husband Alex was my main mailing address.

The little house no longer exists, but its address was 12106 - 90th Avenue.
THURSDAY, April 22, 1976

I arose near 5:20 a.m.

On my way to mom's I'll mail for 180 tablets of Enervite and 250 tablets of 500 mg vitamin C, from Sunburst Biorganics. I'm leaving here at 7:05 a.m.

Greta was there when I arrived; her bus wasn't leaving till sometime after 5:00 p.m.

I filled up.

I guess I won't be seeing mom for about 12 days, for Saturday morn she'll leave for Reno. Alex isn't going, having to work.

I guess I'll bed at 8:00 p.m.
Evidently I had scant to offer concerning the day.

Greta was a Dutch friend of my mother's who was then living in Barriere, but had bused down for a few days to visit. She was nice enough, and somewhat younger than my mother, but she sure had an eye for the guys. I always felt that she wouldn't mind giving me a go. 

She annoyed me at least a couple of times about seven years earlier when she was visiting, for she would try to make conversation with me and kept referring to any of my friends as my "boyfriend" ─ that used to rile me right up.

I generally had a difficult time controlling my appetite when I visited my mother, for the pickings back at my room were pretty darned sparse.

When my mother went away like this, leaving Alex behind, it was definitely difficult for me. I was not at all chummy with Alex, so I would never be dropping in on him to see about any mail that might have arrived. Besides, he did work for a living, and never arrived home until I would normally have long left to return to my room.

Still, I did have my own key to the house, so maybe I would come by on the sly and make an occasional mail check. Remember, it was a bit of a walk ─ a three-hour round-trip.

Friday, April 21, 2017

Tips for a More Satisfying Medical Appointment │ The Prostate Cancer Treatment That Elevates Risk of Dementia │ Study Finds Large Doses of Vitamin C Reduce Effects and Duration of Colds

Despite getting to bed last evening comfortably ahead of 11: 00 p.m. ─ it was nearer 10:30 p.m. ─ sleep just would not arrive.

Then suddenly the bedroom door opened and light flooded in ─ my wife Jack was home unannounced from Vancouver. I feigned being asleep; and when she got whatever it was she had sought and then shut the bedroom door again, I peeked at the time ─ I think it was 11:42 p.m.

I had been lying in bed for over an hour without sleep, and now Jack was home to disrupt sleep further.

She probably got busy cooking in the kitchen. However, whenever it was that she finally joined me in bed, I still had not gotten asleep.

It was a poor night's sleep without question ─ so darned fitful, and I just do not understand why.

The final interruption arrived just ahead of 6:00 a.m. ─ her oldest son Tho rapped on the bedroom door to summon her up so that she could drive him to the SkyTrain and save the lazy bum bothering with a bus. I used to walk, but he doesn't even do that ─ he generally catches a bus to take him to the SkyTrain.

After Jack got up, so did I.

I was to learn after she returned that she had only just managed to fall asleep right before he knocked and woke her up ─ she tends to sleep at least as poorly as I do.

Our bedroom is on the upper floor of the house, but I cannot help but wonder if we fare so badly because the electrical and gas meters are on the wall outside at the ground floor, and immediately below our heads.

Normally after Jack gets back from hauling a lazy son somewhere early in the morning, she returns directly to bed. But not this time. She got busy doing a number of things downstairs while I worked at laying the foundation for a new post at my Amatsu Okiya website.

I asked her about why she hadn't returned to bed, and she assured me that she still intended to. And so she finally did around 8:00 a.m.

At least she had been present to see her youngest son Poté get up earlier in the morning, and leave to drive himself to work. (Tho sold his own car this past Wednesday, since he's serving a year-long driving suspension.)

The day's weather was predicted to be quite sunny. Yesterday my plan for today had been to make a shopping expedition afoot to a supermarket that is probably at least 1¼ miles distant, but Jack's unheralded appearance last night cancelled any thought of doing that.

I at least wanted to benefit from the projected sunshine ─ the morning had lots of huge, great clouds floating about affording far too brief periods of sunshine.

Nevertheless, as the morning advanced, I decided to risk it and went out into the backyard to sit in a chair while barefooted, and face into the Sun. It was 11:40 a.m. when I began.

I truly lucked out, for not once did cloud obscure the sunshine, and the clouds became weaker and weaker as they faded away. I put in about 45 minutes. I was wearing cut-offs, but I had started off also wearing a tee shirt underneath a pullover ─ it was still fairly cool out there.

By the time my session was done, I was of course over-warm. Jack had risen meanwhile.

She did her thing in the house, and I applied myself at hunting up dandelions to dig out of the yard, as well as also digging up some vine-like roots of what I suspect are field bindweed sprouts now popping up in garden areas. I always thought they were morning glorys.

Until reading about the plants just now, I did not realize that one should never allow the plants to get so advanced as to flower ─ supposedly seeds can remain dormant for two decades.

They are certainly a nuisance. Some of the long vine-like roots are deeply hidden beneath buried dark mats previous owners laid to control weeds, but whole sections of these mats have been pulled up. Others still remain ─ especially under and around what I imagine are probably types of rhododendron bushes.

So those field bindweed or morning glory roots are inaccessible. I will just have to ensure that I allow none of the above-ground vines to become established and start climbing unmolested.

But enough of gardening talk.

Possibly since as far back as January, I have had a wasp that I found in our living room. It was so sluggish that I initially thought that it was dead.

I collected some dead maple leaves, and tore them up to place into a jar. Then I put the wasp in, along with a dollop of liquid honey.

The wasp never seemed to notice the honey; and as sluggish as it was, for some reason it worked its way beneath the torn leaves, but was somewhat visible through the side of the clear jar.

I hoped that it was hibernating, and awaiting warm weather.

Well, we have had little of that. In fact, March was the most sunless March on record since such records have ever been kept here in the Greater Vancouver or Lower Mainland area ─ whatever the heck this region is properly known as (I live in Surrey).

So it has seemed unseasonably cool. Two years ago, I already had a suntan by now, and the talk was that we were having drought weather by June ─ and it wasn't even Summer.

Anyway, today was the first time that I was certain about seeing any kind of bees flying about ─ I saw a couple of wasps, and at least one enormous bumblebee.

So I brought out the jar with the wasp and set it up on the backyard sundeck railing in the sunshine, hoping the warm rays would stir it.

After a half-hour with no results, curiosity got the better of me, and I used a twig to reach down to the wasp. There was no reaction.

So I tilted the jar and disturbed the dried leaf fragments. Still nothing.

Then I emptied enough of them out onto the railing that the wasp also was ejected. I knew then that it was long dead.

Now I wonder if maybe it had needed some droplets of water more than the honey. But I had thought that if ever it became animated enough to care to try to climb to the top of the jar and the lid with the air-holes I had punctured into it, then I would become more involved in its welfare.

Why did it just work itself beneath some leaves and hole up as if it was hibernating?

I had kept the jar on a windowsill of an open window, so the jar was always very cool ─ just about as cool as outside temperatures, but of course lacking the threat of frost that visited the outdoors on occasion when first I housed the wasp in the jar.

All this while I had thought that I was performing a good deed.

But returning to other matters of the day, Tho was home during the noon-hour, having had a short day of it at work. The blessing in this was that he was able to mow the lawn in the early afternoon ─ my younger brother Mark had brought up the subject with the two brothers earlier in the week. This was the year's first mowing.

Jack was busy cooking. And then at about 3:30 p.m., she had left us to return to Vancouver. I have no idea when she will next show up.

I have been posting some photos that were taken last Fall when Jack charged the fare for a flight back to Thailand to see her mother for the first time since early March 2013.

The specific batch of photos I have been working through relate to a picnic or some similar outing that Jack and some of her loved ones undertook on (I think) November 13, 2016 ─ probably in the environs of the family village of Nong Soong, or else near to it.

Nong Soong is a very large village perhaps a 15-minute drive from the city of Udon Thani.

We lead off with a photo of Jack; her mother is seated on a bench behind her, but I cannot identify the other two people:

I don't know if Jack is really taking a siesta, or just presenting for the camera; it is her old friend Daisha looking up at the camera:

I really like Daisha. He does his best to adopt the ladyboy lifestyle, although he seems more caricature of it than serious.

These pens contain fish; and in the photos I posted yesterday, some of Jack's companions were fishing from the deck they were all on ─ her brother-in-law even hooked at least one specimen:

This is Jack's only surviving brother, Santi:

This is where I shall stop for today ─ I am short on time.


How often do you make medical appointments?

The following article ought to interest you if you have an upcoming appointment, for it gives some advice on how to have a productive visit. According to the article:
Most doctor visits last just 13 to 16 minutes.
That's not including the waiting time, of course!


I had not thought much about it, but that claim concerning the average length of a session with a physician does seem to apply in visits I have had of late.


I never want to have any involvement with prostate cancer ─ what man would?

Treating prostate cancer can be life-ruining ─ in the sense of quality of life. But research is also finding that treatment ─ specifically androgen deprivation therapy (ADT) ─ is a very real threat insofar concerns the risk of dementia.

Nobody wants that!

Here are a couple of reports about the latest research:



Now, concerning some of the nasty symptoms prostate cancer treatments can bring on, I think that they are slightly minimized in this related report:


How many men have had their lives ruined by taking on unnecessary prostate cancer treatments because they were never told that active surveillance is a better option for most of them?


Do you suffer from regular colds?

If you do get at least one a year, then the following report on a recent study should be very interesting to you!



I tend to take two grams of vitamin C daily anyway ─ in other words, a 1,000-mg tablet each time I have a meal, for I do not tend to eat more than twice a day. But sometimes, I only eat a meal once a day, so I skip taking that second tablet.

Consequently, upping my dose to four grams just requires doubling what I already take. And it would be no problem to raise the does even higher if it's going to reduce the grip of a cold virus that's trying to take me over!


The day seems like Summer!

I am going to close my post now with a journal entry from 41 years ago when I was 26 years old, and living in a basement housekeeping unit in New Westminster. I was renting my wee hideaway in a house located on Ninth Street, and about two houses up from Third Avenue.
WEDNESDAY, April 21, 1976

The final day of the week of unleavened bread holy days; I fully roused about 6:10 a.m.

I did my laundry, sharing the place with 2 others. Nothing at the store for me.

After, I went to Woodward's and traded in yesterday's $7 money order on a $14.25 one to go for supplements; I also bought $3.35 worth of groceries, espying Gilles awaiting me at the line's end.

I went to his place (he gave me 3 7-oz cans of tuna), and he later to mine (I gave him 15 8¢ stamps).

He didn't leave me till about 3:14 p.m. 

I was really out of stride today, merely doing the minimum required of me in exercise performance; I felt so listless and lacking in tone.

Bed: 9:30 p.m.
I forgot that I sometimes tried to obey the Passover injunction of not consuming leavened bread. I would eat so-called hardtack, or just fry up some homemade bannock without using any baking powder or baking soda. 

I did my laundry at a laundromat whose door automatically opened at (I think) 8:00 a.m. I would try to get there right around that time so as to avoid other customers. The laundromat was probably located on Sixth Avenue, right near the public library.

I no longer recall what store I often referred to ─ I would go there in search of interesting comics, paperbacks, or magazines.

Woodward's was also on Sixth Avenue ─ it used to occupy the building that is now the Royal City Centre Mall. I went there this day after taking home my laundry.

The $7 money order was one that had come back in the mail because I had tried to place a mail-order for nutritional supplements in the States, but the company did not serve Canadian orders. 

Gilles was a very nice young French Canadian lad I had worked with for a short while at a New Westminster charitable organization. I liked the guy, but I tried to avoid him because he was usually so hard to get away from. I had my daily regimen involving exercising sessions and whatever else, and did not like unplanned disruption.

I could be very reclusive.

Thursday, April 20, 2017

Are There Really Ayurveda Body Types? │ The Prevalence of Ineffective and Unsafe Medical Procedures │ Fluoride Implicated in Increased Arthritis Rates

How the heck can this happen?

Yesterday I reported how my AdSense account proclaimed that I had only earned something like 26¢ over the preceding 28 days. Well, I just checked it again before commencing today's post, and I see that my account is listed with an accumulation thus far for just today of $2.89.

After clawing for pennies as I have been, this 'windfall' seems practically impossible.

I also reported yesterday that I have been relegated to staying home because I had been expecting a package from the U.S., and I was afraid that if I missed its delivery, I would be left with a notice telling me that I would have to pick it up at a post office about two miles away ─ that happened early last week to my youngest step-son Poté.

He has a car, though; I have to walk.

Yesterday was looking as if it was yet another day of sitting around here fruitlessly; but I had subscribed to receipt of tracking information concerning the package, and I found a message in my E-mail Inbox declaring that the following was registered at 2:24 p.m. yesterday with the tracking people at USPS:
Incorrect Address - Addressee's address being verified
I was left with no option but to see what would develop today.

Well, late in the morning I checked the mail receptacle outside our front door...and there was the package. It was small enough to easily fit, and apparently did not require anyone to sign for it.

I never needed to be hanging around home like I have been.

I have one more item concerning yesterday I would like to mention.

Since sometime last week, I have tried on five different days to access via our Android TV Box what was then the latest episode of Marvel's Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (If you have no idea at all what an Android TV Box is, Wiki.Ezvid.com just recently published their assessment of what are the 8 Best Android TV Boxes | April 2017.)

What would happen to us is that the episode was just begin, and after anywhere from about a few seconds to a minute or so into the show, it would start buffering and/or freeze. Of late, we have been having similar trouble with many T.V. shows we try to access, but this was the worst case.

I researched and tried loading two applications reputed to help with this problem, but the first one did not seem to load the full package. The second one did, but all it seemed to offer was the ability to make a RAM tweak that was irrelevant for our system ─ we already had more available RAM than it was going to allow us to move our system up to.

I know I'm not explaining this all that well, but I don't want to go downstairs and bother accessing the two applications to clarify just what I am going on about.

Yesterday, though, I tried a third application ─ one called Ares Wizard. Through it, I accessed where a cache of data is stored in our TV Android Box, and it indicated that there were 796 files there.

I have no idea what the data-load of those files were, but I went ahead and deleted them; and now as of last evening, there has not been the remotest suggestion of a buffering problem.

I will henceforth be vigilant about deleting the cache. However, I am also aware that just because I had success watching shows last evening does not mean that the buffering trouble is at an end ─ it might just have been a good night for 'reception.'

So...time will tell.

Anyway, I was to bed at something like 10:49 p.m. last night, and for the second consecutive evening, I was able to get to bed while youngest step-son Poté was out. This affords me the chance to lock the house up ─ I delight in being able to do so and thereby necessitate him and/or his older brother Tho to use a key to gain entry.

I wish that I knew why my sleep is so broken all the night through. It is not due to noise, for I wear earplugs.

I started my day this morning less than 10 minutes past 6:00 a.m. I could hear Tho rustling about downstairs as he got together what he wanted to take with him on his public transit to work off in Burnaby. He is a few months into a one-year driving suspension, but I heard him tell my younger brother Mark last evening that he sold his car earlier that day to someone that he knew.

I had seen him outside in the latter afternoon with a good-looking young Asian lad and that fellow's very attractive Asian girlfriend. They had shown up in a white car very similar to Tho's.

I will rather miss having Tho's white car sitting in the open dual carport, for I am sure that it sometimes led the odd unsavoury character to believe someone was home whenever we have all been out for our diverse reasons.

I am the one most often home; and on those infrequent days that I do go anywhere, I tend to only go out for less than two hours at most. Actually, my maximum time away is generally around 1½ hours.

But as I have been saying, come the Summer holidays for all the schoolkids, I am considering taking advantage of the less-crowded sidewalks and school zones, and becoming more active ─ even though it will require drastically cutting back on blogging.

The weather today started off as overcast. but by midday there were blue streaks in the sky, and even sunny breaks. Still, there are some great masses of very dark cloud that look fully capable of bringing on a decent rain shower.

Tomorrow is supposed to be sunny. However, the same was claimed for another day sometime last week, and that sunshine never showed up until at least 2:00 p.m. That is not at all what I call a sunny day!

And I seem to have gotten distracted from describing my early morning today.

After Tho left for work, Poté rose and came upstairs here to shut himself up in the bathroom while I was preparing my morning's mug of hot blended instant coffee / cocoa powder.

It was 6:51 a.m. when I heard him head out the front door to his car to drive himself to work. I was busy editing the January 12, 2012, post I have been working on at my website My Retirement Dream.

I fully expected that I would be finishing and publishing it tomorrow, but I forged on and got it all done today: Chiang Mai Living Working.

Lord, how I would love to be living somewhere else and making a living as a 'digital nomad!' But I cannot even do that here.

I have more photos that I want to post from the picnic of sorts that my wife Jack and some of her loved ones participated in back on (I think) November 13, 2016.

Jack had not seen her mother since early March 2013, so she had charged up the round-trip fare last Fall to go to Thailand and visit her home village of Nong Soong. It's a very large village perhaps a 15-or-so-minute drive from the city of Udon Thani.

This picnic that the photos feature was probably in or near Nong Soong.

The first photo today features Daisha, a friend of Jack's from her elementary school days, I believe. Daisha fancies himself as a ladyboy:

The gal in this next photo is someone I only know of as Jack's "sister cousin":

There seem to be pens below containing whatever it is that "sister-cousin" is trying her hand at fishing for.

Now it's Daisha's turn to try fishing:

Jack taking a selfie:

Daisha and "sister-cousin" again:

This is Lumpoon, the eldest of my wife's two older sisters; and that is Lumpoon's husband beyond her:

My wife Jack's mother:

"Sister-cousin" again:

The brother-in-law again, with a catch of some kind:

My wife Jack admiring that same fish, I expect:

Sated at the left is Santi, my wife Jack's only surviving brother, but I am unsure who the two women are:

Santi with the brother-in-law in the background:

Another selfie by Jack, with her mother seated on a bench behind Jack:

The camera is bad for close-ups ─ I cannot tell what anything on that plate is:

This is where I will stop today ─ there are still too many photos to place into one post.


I learned of this excellent information today ─ it's from the Organic Consumers Association concerning Monsanto:

Monsanto Tribunal: Report from The Hague
Most opinion tribunals have had a considerable impact, and it is now accepted that they contribute to the progressive development of international law. – International Monsanto Tribunal Advisory Opinion, The Hague, April 18, 2017

On Tuesday, April 18, representatives of the Organic Consumers Association and our Regeneration International project gathered in The Hague, Netherlands, along with members of other civil society groups, scientists and journalists.

We assembled to hear the opinions of the five judges who presided over the International Monsanto Tribunal. After taking six months to review the testimony of 28 witnesses who testified during the two-day citizens’ tribunal held in The Hague last October, the judges were ready to report on their 53-page Advisory Opinion.

The upshot of the judges’ opinion? Monsanto has engaged in practices that have violated the basic human right to a healthy environment, the right to food, the right to health, and the right of scientists to freely conduct indispensable research.

The judges also called on international lawmakers to hold corporations like Monsanto accountable, to place human rights above the rights of corporations, and to “clearly assert the protection of the environment and establish the crime of ecocide.”

The completion of the Tribunal judges’ work coincides with heightened scrutiny of Monsanto, during a period when the company seeks to complete a merger with Germany-based Bayer. In addition to our organization’s recently filed lawsuit against Monsanto, the St. Louis-based chemical maker is facing more than 800 lawsuits by people who developed non-Hodgkin lymphoma after being exposed to Monsanto’s Roundup herbicide. As a result of recently-made-public court documents related to those lawsuits, pressure is mounting for Congress to investigate alleged collusion between former EPA officials and Monsanto to bury the truth about the health risks of Roundup.

The timing couldn’t have been better for the Monsanto Tribunal to announce its opinions. But is time running out for us to hold Monsanto accountable—and replace its failed, degenerative model with a food and farming system that regenerates soil, health and local economies?

One final note—we'd like to thank all of you who helped support the Monsanto Tribunal. As always, we couldn't do the work we do, without your support. Thank you!
Unfortunately, President Trump loves big corporations like Monsanto.


As I have said before, I rather struggle to accept some of the claims concerning Ayurveda dietary principles, and that includes the idea of lumping people into just one of three supposed body types ─ you can see what I am talking about by referring to the following article and video:


There is a link there to take the reader to what I am supposing will be a questionnaire purporting to reveal  just what one's body type is, but that smacks far too much of charlatan science to me. I have never been able to honestly respond to questionnaire's like that because such questions are far too imprecise to be able to accurately answer.

I just don't believe it. There is that within me that rebels against the sense of it. However, I do sense that there is much that is sound within the practice of Ayurveda. I would have loved studying such philosophies of life when I was a much younger man, but I never had the liberty to devote myself to such study.

And I still do not. Besides that, I just do not have the years remaining within me.


If you place your unwavering faith in the medical profession, then you are most likely setting yourself up for grief at some point. Doctors are human, and quite often very selfish.

An article titled "156 standard medical treatments ineffective and/or unsafe" was published on April 13 at DrMicozzi.com that illustrates my statements, but it has apparently been pulled.

Was Dr. Marc S. Micozzi pressured into deleting it?

Whatver the case, I located the full piece reproduced at a website called FreshPickedDeals.com: Drmicozzi.com - 156 standard medical treatments ineffective and/or unsafe; but I wonder if it will also get removed from there?

I am tempted to reproduce it myself, but I shall not.

It refers to an article I have previously made reference to at TheAtlantic.com: When Evidence Says No, but Doctors Say Yes.

Both of them merit attention, for people need to realize that a doctor has failings, too. We should never surrender our own responsibility to anyone. Do your own research to prove out what you are being told in a medical facility.


Now this is very interesting ─ a study has implicated fluoride in the massive increases in cases of arthritis. More and more younger people are developing the condition.

Check out these two reports:



Insofar as I know, my drinking water here in Canada has always been safe throughout my life wherever I have lived. But I have seen reports of communities in Canada whose governing bodies have sought to have fluoride introduced into the drinking water, or else even reintroduced in at least one case where it had been done away with in the past.

Lord, spare us such ignorant political leaders!

What a sad situation it must be in the States.

As that last reference says, do not allow your dentist to apply fluoride to your teeth, nor give fluoride tablets to your children. And definitely banish your fluoride toothpaste and mouthwash!


I sent out the following to the folks on my personal E-mail list, but it bears broader dissemination ─ I think most of us are rightly fascinated by so-called 'lost tribes.'
This intriguing documentary concerns North Sentinel Island, and which is part of the Republic of India.

It is populated by a fiercely secretive people deemed to be Negrito in origin.

The video details just how impossible it has been to make lasting contact with this dwindling population.

Here to close out today's long post is a journal entry from 41 years ago when I was 26 years old, and living in a basement housekeeping unit in New Westminster. I was renting that little spot in a house located on Ninth Street, and perhaps two houses up from Third Avenue.

On tap for the day was the 1½-hour hike out to visit my mother Irene Dorosh in the Kennedy Heights area of Surrey. Her home was my main mailing address.

That small house she shared with her husband Alex no longer exists, but its address was 12106 - 90th Avenue.
TUESDAY, April 20, 1976

I got out of bed at 6:30 a.m.

I have a Plain Truth subscription renewal to mail as I leave for mom's at 8:50 a.m.

It was annoyingly windy, and the sun didn't come out till the afternoon.

I met mom & Greta on the avenue heading for the bus to go to town here. As it developed, I had the whole day to myself, and ate quite a lot; too much carbohydrate.

Mail consisted of a returned $7 money order from Star Professional Pharmaceuticals, who do not handle Canadian orders; I was really banking on their vitamin C, as I'm pretty low.

I also received an American Express Card offer and May's Good News.

I borrowed mom's April Let's Live

Nearing the bridge summit returning home, mom & Greta were on a Scott bus waving vigorously, to my embarrassment, but I waved back.

I saw no sign of Bill's car morning or early eve, so I guess he's busy shunting Mark around; so much for our Manning Park trip. It would have been nice, but I do require my home exercise. My pre-meal weight was about 188.

I'll likely retire at 9:30 p.m. 
Greta was a Dutch friend of my mother's, and was visiting from where she then lived in Barriere.

I do not really remember Let's Live magazine, but it was undoubtedly health-related.

I have no doubt that it was embarrassing to be walking across the Pattullo Bridge when my mother and Greta were frantically waving at me from their Scott Road bus ─ everyone around them would have been gawking out at me, too.

My old friend William Alan Gill lived possibly as close as four blocks from my room. He was renting a bachelor suite. My younger brother Mark had a traffic accident a couple or so weeks earlier, and totaled his own car, so Bill was doing his best to share his car with Mark ─ both of them worked at quite different locations on a shift basis.

Anyway, Bill had talked about taking me to Manning Park because he had never been there, and he was curious about it.

Yes, 188 pounds is a little higher than I would have liked. Over my adult life, I have generally weighed in the lower 180s at a height of about five feet and 10¾ inches (179.705 centimetres).

And that's it for today!