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Monday, July 20, 2015

Asbestos in Crayons? │ Medical Kidnapping │ Statin Drugs and Muscle Decay (Necrotizing Myopathy)

My beleaguered younger brother Mark came home last evening just after 7:00 p.m., packing in a few groceries from his van.

Then he went upstairs...and apparently wiped out on his bed.

He succumbed to whatever he'd been imbibing earlier in the day, finally rousing just after 9:00 p.m., and making it back downstairs to watch Defiance with me.

We've grown rather fond of that series ─ I've liked it from the start.


While he was watching The National mews programme on CBC afterwards, I did some watering of the garden in the front yard.

He bade me good-night while I was still engaged in the task; and so I came into the house when I was finished, turned off the T.V., and was doing a few things upstairs here at my computer when my wife Jack showed up from Vancouver.

As she generally does, she had brought home some food that she had earlier prepared, and got four uncooked turkey drumsticks spiced up and ready to cook in the oven for today.

I'm doing that at the present, in fact ─ it is 4:54 p.m. as I type these words.

Anyway, I mentioned to Jack how low my chequing account was ─ something like $88.  And that I might have to transfer over some money from her personal account balance of $125 or so.

She was perfectly okay with that, and offered that she hoped to soon be getting paid from the restaurant (Mango Thai).

After she left to return to town, I was likely not in bed until around 12:30 a.m. or thereabouts.

What a night!  I ended up lying naked on top of the blankets the entire time I was abed ─ it is so darned warm.

Usually the ceiling fan is just a little bit too cool to be comfortable, but it was not an issue last night.

My new day this morning commenced well after 8:00 a.m.

I had the signed new mortgage agreement (with the line-of-credit converted into it) to deliver to the bank today, but I never left home to do that until near midday ─ mostly, I was involved with a new post at my Thai-Iceland website.

With considerable surprise and relief, before leaving home I checked my chequing account on-line and found that there had been two Canadian government direct deposits totaling something like $533 added to the $88 balance I had.

My assumption was that my OASP and CPP payments had come earlier than expected, freeing me up to do a little shopping.

It was unfortunate that I had already written out a cheque for $50 as a VISA card payment to mail off ─ I would have made it out for $150 to wipe out the balance.  But the envelope was already sealed up.

The morning had been heavily overcast, but it was breaking up by the time I headed out on my errands.

I mailed the payment at the postal substation represented by Pearl Cleaners at Surrey Place (Central City), and then I continued on to the bank.

When I handed over the signed document to the receptionist, I explained that I did not know if agent Aman needed to see me about it or not, so she went to check.

Nope!

So I wasted no further time, and ventured a little farther yet to Save-On-Foods and did some shopping.

Then it was the 1¼-mile hike back to home.

Youngest step-son Pote was still in bed ─ he in fact never rose until well after 3:00 p.m.

After getting out of my sweat-damp clothes and into a pair of shorts, I spent a half-hour on the sundeck sunning my back; and then came into the house to fix myself my day's second big mug of instant coffee/cocoa powder blend.

I enjoyed that here at my computer while I did a few things.

And then it was back out to the sundeck to sit in a chair, facing into the Sun for another half-hour.

It was after that that I got the turkey legs into a roasting pan, adding some sliced-up potatoes and a bit of onion (we only had half of one sitting in the fridge); and then I placed it all into the oven.

My wife Jack had phoned me just before I finished my sunning session, and was excited that I check our bank account information on-line because her friend Ad Khamla had told her that the government was issuing some back-payments to parents of any child still 17 or under.

Of course, Pote is 17.

This article seems to explain what's happening:  Universal Child Care Benefit: What you need to know about these new payments.

So those two direct deposits I had seen earlier had nothing to do with my pensions!

And that's great ─ it means they are still to come, and are something to look forward to when the need will be there.


How do you feel about your income taxes?

If you're pretty unhappy about them, maybe you'll be interested in this chart providing a global view ─ by country ─ of income tax rates (percentages) for each year from 2006 to 2015:  Individual income tax rates table.

I have to admit that I don't quite understand the darned chart, though.  The 'Footnotes' at the end of each countries percentage rates are for someone a little more accounting-savvy than I am.

Here's something else that might interest you if you own a vehicle and drive, and hate periodic oil changes:  The 99.9% Efficient Motor Oil Filter That Uses Toilet Paper:
Oil does not wear out. It just gets dirty. A roll of toilet paper keeps oil clean all of the time.

Change the toilet paper once every 5,000 miles (50 cents per roll if purchased in bulk at Sam's Club), add a quart of oil to replace the oil absorbed by the used roll, and your engine's oil stays clean.

It is always clean. It does not go from clean to dirty in between oil changes, as it does with a normal oil filter.

I used these units on my cars from 1965 on. They worked as advertised.

I had not heard about this recent report at asbestosnation.orgTests Find Asbestos in Kids’ Crayons, Crime Scene Kits.

My attention was drawn to the article by an editorial report released about it yesterday by Dr. William Campbell Douglass II ─ pardon his language, but he is nearly jingoistic sometimes:

Newest red menace targets our kids: Poison crayons
I know how you feel about your grandkids. If anyone so much as threatens a single hair on their little heads, it doesn't matter how old you are.

There's gonna be hell to pay, and you're going to be the one doing the collecting.

So I don't blame you for one minute if you feel like hopping on the next flight to China and socking every commie you see right in the kisser -- because those Third World crooks in the Land of Mao are once again trying to hurt our little ones.

This time, they've been caught sending over toys with asbestos in them.

Yes, THAT kind of ASBESTOS!

A series of tests finds the cancer-causing fibers hidden in crayons with popular characters on them including the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Power Rangers and even good old Mickey Mouse.

Not just a little bit, either. A single crayon contained as much as 1 million microscopic fibers of asbestos. And make no mistake about it, there's NO safe amount of this stuff.

It's also been found in toys that let kids play detective and spy, called the EduScience's Deluxe Forensics Lab Kit and Inside Intelligence's Secret Spy Kit.

If you've got any of this in your home, toss it before the grandkids get hold of it. Then, set your calendar -- because you know it's bound to happen again. From lead-laced toys to chromium kids' jewelry, we've been down this road so many times before we're wearing out the pavement.

Everyone acts outraged for a few weeks, then there's silence as they go back to filling their shopping carts with cheap Chinese-made junk.

We're rewarding them for repeatedly trying to kill us, our kids and even our pets.

So here's what I want you to do: Stop sending them your money. Don't let your kids or grandkids play with Chinese manufactured toys, and certainly don't eat anything that comes from the toxic wastelands that pass for farms over there.

Being made in the USA is no guarantee of quality anymore, but I'll take it over anything from the Land of Mao.

Not kidding when it comes to protecting kids,

William Campbell Douglass II, M.D.
A report released this morning by the Health Sciences Institute (HSI) bothers me considerably more, although the situations being described all occurred in the U.S. ─ Canada is by no means blameless where this conduct is concerned, though.

The topic relates to 'medical kidnapping' of minors:

An abuse of power
It doesn't seem possible that in the United States of America you could have your child taken away simply for disagreeing with a doctor.

But that's exactly what's going on all across the country right now.

Parents who dare to question medical care recommended for their kids are being charged with child abuse.

They're having their custody rights revoked. Their children are becoming wards of the state and are being forcibly given drugs, surgeries and other treatments in what's becoming known as "medical kidnapping."

Since I first told you about medical kidnapping last year, the situation has escalated to frenzied proportions. More families have been torn apart and children have been emotionally scarred for life.

And it's being led by a new class of doctors known as "child abuse pediatricians" who are supposed to look out for kids' best interests -- but have become mainstream medical dictators instead.

Malik Mitchell was just a year-and-a-half old when the state of Illinois medically kidnapped him from his grandmother and held him in state custody until he was three.

What terrible crime did Malik's grandmother commit? She wondered whether the numerous surgeries the young boy had received were making him any better.

And simply questioning a doctor's advice… or asking for a second opinion… is enough to get caregivers charged with medical child abuse by the child abuse pediatricians you'll find in many children's hospitals today.

Child abuse pediatricians didn't exist years ago, but they have an important job to do. When children show up at emergency rooms with suspicious bruises, for example, these doctors are supposed to find out whether there's more to the story.

But lately these physicians -- in cahoots with Child Protective Services in many states -- have used their power to charge parents with abuse any time they disagree with a doctor's treatment plan. In many cases, these parents had their children taken away for months or even years at a time.

The practice has "made life hell for too many loving parents," said University of North Carolina professor Maxine Eichner, who has studied the "alarming rise" in the number of medical child abuse cases and medical kidnappings in recent years.

Researching the cases has been difficult, because most state records lump medical child abuse charges together with all other types of child abuse, like violence and neglect. Still, Eichner has spoken to 95 accused parents in 30 states who have suffered the trauma of being accused of child abuse -- and have even lost custody.

Parents have learned the hard way that they can have their children taken away for disagreeing with a doctor, even when another doctor insists the parents are right.

That's exactly what happened in the case of Justina Pelletier. She was being treated at Tufts University Hospital in Massachusetts for mitochondrial disease (mito), which interferes with your body's ability to produce energy.

But when she ended up at Boston Children's Hospital for a gastrointestinal issue, the doctors insisted she had been misdiagnosed. They placed her in a psych ward, refused to let her see her Tufts doctors, and made her a ward of the state.

Justina's parents had to wage a 16-month legal battle to win custody of their daughter back.

"This should never happen again to anybody," Justina said.

But, of course, it's happening again right now in Pennsylvania.

Jessica Battiato took her six-month-old baby Cesar to the Penn State Hershey Children's Hospital this spring to look at his leg. Doctors found fractures, immediately reported her to Child Protective Services and took Cesar into custody.

The state, with help from Hershey Hospital doctors, literally ripped this baby away from his mother. But it turns out Cesar has Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome, which is basically a type of rickets that makes your bones fragile.

Even after testimony from a leading radiologist, Hershey Hospital officials refused to reconsider and Cesar remains a ward of the state.

What can parents do to avoid these baseless and life-changing charges of abuse? One recent article on medical kidnapping carried the headline: "Going to the children's hospital? Bring your lawyer."

And as outrageous as that sounds, it may become the new reality for many parents and caregivers. Because there is definitely widespread abuse occurring at many of these childrens' hospitals right now.

But it's an abuse of power -- being committed by the very medical professionals we should be able to trust.
Outrageous.

Incidentally, the Health Sciences Institute (HSI) are a member site of NewMarketHealth.com.

Dr. Douglass released a report today concerning statin drugs, and how people using them can fall victim to a condition called necrotizing myopathy ─ muscle tissue literally begins to die, and the destruction is irreversible:

Terrifying statin side effect could cause muscle rot!
If you want to see something really scary, forget what's playing at the movies this weekend and head to your local pharmacy instead.

Read through the side effects of common drugs, and if what's listed on the labels doesn't give you nightmares, consider this: The WORST side effects are the ones they HAVEN'T told you about.

What they haven't told you is that these drugs taken by 45 million Americans won't just cause muscle pain. They can actually cause your muscle tissue to die off right inside your body.

It's an agonizing condition called necrotizing myopathy, once so rare I'd never even heard of anyone who had it back when I was in practice.

Today, it's starting to pop up all over the place -- and a new report finds that many of the patients who have necrotizing myopathy share one thing in common: statins.

By some estimates, between 60 percent and 82 percent of the patients who have this devastating condition had been on statins. In those over 50 who develop the condition, some 90 percent had been taking the drugs.

And what really turns this into a living nightmare is that the effect appears to be irreversible.

You can stop the drugs... but you can't stop your muscle from dying off, because once the condition is spotted it's too late to put the brakes on, according to the the study in Arthritis and Rheumatism.

The only thing docs can do is pump you full of more drugs such as steroids and meds to suppress the immune system to stop it from gobbling up its own muscle.

In a desperate attempt to save your muscle, they have to shut down your immunities -- and that, in turn, means any germ you pick up could give you a life-threatening infection.

While necrotizing myopathy might still be rare, statin-related muscle problems are not. Along with the notorious muscle pain -- and the muscle death -- statins can also cause muscle to simply dissolve into your bloodstream.

The muscle particles then make a beeline for your liver. But since your liver can't filter muscle, it grinds to a halt... and now you're dealing with liver failure on top of everything else.

The only surefire way to beat these conditions is to make sure you don't get them in the first place -- so if you're not on statins now, don't get started. And if you are, work with your doc on a way off and don't take "no" for an answer.

Putting some muscle into it,

William Campbell Douglass II, M.D. 
I'm unsure if Dr. Douglass has his journal reference correct.  The only recent study correlating statins with necrotizing myopathy that I could locate was one published in the journal Rheumatology, and not Arthritis and RheumatismIncreasing incidence of immune-mediated necrotizing myopathy: single-centre experience (doi: 10.1093/rheumatology/kev229).

However, only the abstract or summary is available there to the general public without payment of a fee, so I am unable to delve into it to see if his percentages match up with any in the study.

This recent article at medpagetoday.com titled Necrotizing Myopathy: Are Statins to Blame? does include discussion of a study on the subject at Arthritis and Rheumatism, but they correctly identify that the study was published back in 2010.

I've said it before:  Dr. Douglass has got to start clearly citing actual sources, and not just allude to them in too-often very weak fashion.

But he is definitely correct ─ if you are taking that class of medication, get off the deadly garbage.


I have a very brief entry from my journal of 41 years ago to close with ─ back when I was 24 years old, and living in a cheap housekeeping room in New Westminster.
SATURDAY, July 20, 1974

I sunned at the lake.  I later walked over to Mark's, and though I remained 1½ hours, the only life there was Dabota.  So I walked home.
I was building up my solar-exposure coloration in seclusion in a wooded area of Burnaby Lake nearby the freeway ─ I was far too backward to shed my clothes and sun myself in a park in New Westminster.  

After hiking out to the lake area from my room at 333 Pine Street in New Westminster, I returned to my room; and then hiked on out to where my younger brother Mark was then living ─ a rented home on Bentley Road in Whalley.

The walking I did for so much of my adult life!

I had key-access to the house, but it seems that Mark, his live-in girlfriend Catherine Jeanette Gunther, and her two beautiful young daughters, were away somewhere, and I despaired of waiting for them to return.

Only their dear German shepherd Daboda (apparently not "Dabota") was home, chained outside the front door ─ he leapt straight into the air with most unusual exuberance anytime someone came home.


I finally walked all the way back to my room in New Westminster.
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