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Thursday, July 9, 2015

Whooping Cough Vaccine Helps Spread the Disease │ Have Three Natural Doctors Been Murdered in a Two-Week Period?

Following publication of yesterday's post, it was not too long ere I strayed in a licentious engagement of time-wasting that may at least have kept me from sitting up late last night.

I was very surprised by the appearance from Vancouver that evening of my wife Jack ─ it was no later than 9:30 p.m.

I was midway through the latest episode of Rookie Blue, and my younger brother Mark was teetering upon unconsciousness ─ and soon to slip into its embrace.

I think he was mostly oblivious to her presence, and she was home for at least the next half-hour, cooking up a couple of dishes that were quite apart from the one she had prepared earlier in Vancouver and brought home with her.

When she left to return to Vancouver, I commenced watering the plants in the front yard.

Then I came up here to my computer to do a thing or two, and finally went back downstairs to watch some of the news telecast my brother was watching after newly reviving.

At that point, it may have been 10:50 p.m. or even later.

He helped himself to some of Jack's superb cooking, and then cracked open another can of beer.

It was 11:15 p.m. when he finally left to go upstairs to his bedroom ─ he rises at 4:30 a.m. or so to ready for work.  Normally, he would have sought his bedroom at 10:30 p.m., but he was exploring oblivion at that point of the evening.

Earlier in the evening, he had phoned his daughter Rene (Irene), and was feeling downcast because she only seemed to be tolerating his call.

I pointed out that no sober person appreciates getting a call from a drunk who only calls because he or she has nothing better to do.  The call recipient usually does have better things with which to be occupied.

I reminded him of how annoying it was to get our father's drunken calls.

But I don't think Mark managed to embrace my argument.  After all, he is different from any other drunk ─ drunks generally believe that of themselves.

He has no idea how saccharinely maudlin he can sometimes become when talking to Rene on the phone.  A 21-year-old young woman doesn't need her inebriated father verbally fawning over her via a telephone call; nor does she likely respond favorably to his cliched encouragement and life advice of the most general sort.

I heard him say at least four times, "Well, I'd better let you go...." and then he'd start up with something else he felt he had to say.

I am reminded of a time a few years ago when he phoned her, and got an incredulous reaction from her over his call because he had already phoned her a little earlier that same evening, and had no memory of doing so.

Drunks have no business making personal phone calls to anyone ─ especially when the drunk is so far gone that he or she is likely going to be passed out within minutes of sitting down to watch some T.V.

I believe that I was in bed by 11:40 p.m., and had a reasonably decent night's sleep.  Certainly, there were lots of conscious stretches after that first initial block of solid sleep, but I was comfortable enough in bed, and kept managing to get back to sleep for a time.

I rose shortly after 8:00 a.m.

Another scorching day.

I wanted to try and ensure that I went on a shopping hike to Save-On-Foods in Whalley.  That specifically meant that I would have to forsake any exercising ─ with the heat we have, I would have drained too much of myself, and then been lacking the spirit to undergo the 1¼-mile slog to the supermarket.

It was late in the forenoon when I finally left on the walk.

I also wanted to buy my brother Mark a birthday card at Carlton Cards in Surrey Place (Central City), if one struck my fancy.

I had already bought the 1.75-litre bottle of Scotch that I will be giving him this evening, for today is his birthday.  The shame of it is that he will likely be exceptionally plastered, for I am sure friends will be buying him drinks ─ he hardly needs to be coming home and getting into a bottle of Scotch.

I managed to find a suitable card in short order ─ here it is, with the bottle of Scotch:



The card is now back in its envelope, and propped against the bottle awaiting the 63-year-old birthday-boy!


Here is some ambitious reading, if you have the inclination ─ this short introduction to the research paper is from theSparc.net:
In order to return to sustainable systems that protect people and planet, we must design sustainable urban cities, with 50 % of the world’s population now living in cities. Ho (2015) describes how we need to base our designs on the principle of circular thermodynamics that reach this goal.
We'll never see it, I fear.  I think that this is something that would have to be deliberately initiated at the very beginning of a city's construction.  

But what do I know?

Is there a fad diet in vogue now involving grapefruit?

I don't know why, but I seem to recall grapefruits looming large in diets since I was in my 20s back in the 1970s.

Dr. William Campbell Douglass II offered this advice three days ago about the current grapefruit fad:

Don't fall for this year's dumbest fad diet
Time to break out my bat, because I'm about to bust open yet another diet myth -- and instead of swinging at baseballs, I'm taking aim at grapefruits.

You might want to step back... it's gonna get messy!

The trendy "grapefruit diet" sweeping through Hollywood -- and being mimicked by celeb-obsessed lemmings across the country -- might seem like something fresh and new when it's plastered across the covers of all the magazines at the supermarket checkout counter.

It's not new.

It was a couple decades old by the time I got to med school (and that's more years ago than I care to admit).

It didn't work then... and believe you me, it doesn't work now.

The idea behind it is that grapefruit contains naringenin, a compound known to burn fat. Cut your calories drastically and add a grapefruit to each meal, and you'll lose weight faster... or so the theory goes.

In reality, grapefruit contains so little naringenin that you'd have to eat about 40 of the bitter things a day before it would have any effect on your body.

Can you imagine that? Forty grapefruits! A good-sized grapefruit contains about 100 calories and 24 grams of sugar -- so that's 4,000 calories and more than two pounds of sugar JUST from grapefruit.

That's not a diet. That's a death wish!

Of course, nobody's eating 40 grapefruits. The nitwits following this diet are trying to starve themselves on an ultra low-calorie diet that involves eating a grapefruit at every meal along with nonsense like salad and a little "lean" meat instead of the healthy fats your body craves.

Over two weeks, you'll lose 10 pounds, maybe more.

But this isn't the magic of grapefruit or the naringenin at work. This is starvation, plain and simple, and once you go back to eating like a normal human being the pounds will come rushing right back.

Skip the gimmicks, skip the fads, skip the starving and skip the stupid grapefruit. If you want to lose weight quickly and effortlessly, follow my advice and give a low-carb diet a shot.

It works so well you'll wonder why you waited this long.

With a gripe over grapefruit,

William Campbell Douglass II, M.D.
A big, cold, juicy grapefruit can sure taste yummy on a scorching day, though!

And as a youth, teen, and young adult, I always thought that Grapefuit Crush was one of the most underrated pops.

Two days ago, the Health Sciences Institute (HSI) came out with two excellent reports ─ one involving the dangerous whooping cough (pertussis) vaccine, and the other the possibility that some element of the pharmaceutical industry may be putting 'hits' on figures they perceive as threats to their way of doing business.

The Health Sciences Institute (HSI) are a member site of NewMarketHealth.com.

Lets check out the pertussis report first:

The real big, bad wolf
They're telling your grandkids you're a monster.

By now you may have seen GlaxoSmithKline's disgusting ad for its whooping cough (pertussis) vaccine. The one where grandma turns into a big, bad wolf -- looking hungrily at a baby -- after skipping the shot.

It's a message right out of Little Red Riding Hood that's hard to miss. Grandparents who don't immediately get vaccinated are endangering their grandkids' lives.

But that's the real fairy tale here. Because our government's own research proves that the whooping cough vaccine GSK is pushing is what can really sicken and even kill your grandchild.

And I'm not talking about when the baby gets the shot -- but when you do.

Whooping cough is on the rise in America. There was an outbreak in Utah a few months ago. And before that in Washington state.

And it's all because the whooping cough vaccine -- given to kids as the DTaP shot and adults as Tdap (the other parts are for tetanus and diphtheria) -- isn't just one of the least effective shots on the market.

It actually helps spread the disease.

I've told you before how the whooping cough vaccine wears off so quickly that we have to give kids the shot five times before they turn six years old.

And they're still not protected. In fact, every single kid in the most recent Utah outbreak had been vaccinated against whooping cough -- many times.

But the worse danger is that this vaccine... the same one that loving grandparents are being bullied into taking... can allow them to pass the disease to their kids or grandkids.

That news comes straight from our own government. The FDA wanted to understand why we're seeing a resurgence in whooping cough cases, so it tested the vaccine on baboons.

That may seem a little strange (even by our government's standards), but baboons react to the disease exactly like we do.

And researchers discovered that the baboons that received the whooping cough vaccine were able to transmit the bacteria and infect others. Not only that, but they had high levels of the bacteria in their noses and throats for well over a month, making them highly contagious for at least that long.

Even worse, those contagious, vaccinated baboons that were giving the others whooping cough showed no symptoms or signs that they were carrying the illness at all. So what that means is we can spread the disease to our kids, grandkids... or anyone else for that matter... without ever realizing we're sick.

Certainly anyone who thinks they're getting ill would stay a mile away from a new baby. But if you get this vaccine you can become a secret carrier, spreading the bacteria around to others like Typhoid Mary.

And the whole idea that people over 64 should be getting a whooping cough shot in the first place is relatively new and pretty hard to understand.

It wasn't until 2010 that the official recommendation was issued, and even then the vaccine had barely been studied on seniors.

Even GSK admits it still doesn't fully understand the risks. Right on the vaccine label it says that "it's not known" whether the shot could speed up the development of an "unstable or progressive neurologic disorder."

In other words, can the shot accelerate Parkinson's, Alzheimer's, or any number of brain diseases?

We just don't know.

But what we do know is that the whooping cough shot not only doesn't work very well, but it could allow you to transmit a dangerous illness to someone you love.

That means you can ignore GSK's little fear campaign. Because skipping this vaccine won't turn you into the big, bad wolf -- but getting it might.
Shame on avaricious GlaxoSmithKline, their political bed-mates, and every crooked or benighted medical professional who espouses this vaccine.

This second report by the Health Sciences Institute (HSI) certainly sets my imagination loose:

Urgent: Natural docs panicking…3 murders in 2 weeks?
When Dr. Jeff Bradstreet's body was found floating in a North Carolina river a couple weeks ago, the medical industry said goodbye to a brilliant mind.

And Big Pharma... and our government... said goodbye to a very big threat.

Dr. Bradstreet spent his career sounding the alarm about the link between vaccines and autism. He was the target of relentless government harassment. In fact, the Gwinnett Daily Post reported that the FDA and the Georgia Drugs and Narcotics Agency raided his office just days before his death.

Authorities quickly labeled Dr. Bradstreet's death a suicide -- but many family members and supporters aren't so sure.

Because Dr. Bradstreet isn't the only leading alternative physician to recently die under mysterious circumstances. In fact, over just 14 days, two other holistic practitioners in the Southeast were found dead as well.

And one was clearly murdered.

More questions than answers

You may not have heard it on your local news. But it's a disturbing chain of events that sent shockwaves through the alternative health community.

Drs. Teresa Ann Sievers, Bruce Hedendal, and Jeff Bradstreet... three gifted natural healers....all died under mysterious circumstances in June.

All within days of each other.

Dr. Sievers was a 46-year-old physician who abandoned mainstream medicine and began focusing on nutrition, toxin removal and hormonal balancing at her Southwest Florida clinic. She was found murdered in her home on June 29 in a case that remains unsolved.

Her death came just eight days after Dr. Bruce Hedendal, an alternative doc from Boca Raton, FL -- just a couple hours away -- was found dead in his car. He wasn't involved in an accident. The engine wasn't even running, and all sources say the 67-year-old was in excellent physical shape.

So you'll understand why Dr. Bradstreet's family and supporters are wondering whether his death was a tragic suicide -- or part of something much more alarming.

After all, Dr. Bradstreet spent his entire career in danger, according to his friend and former colleague, John Reinhold, Sr.

You see, Dr. Bradstreet firmly believed that the MMR (measles, mumps and rubella) vaccine triggered his son's autism. And he did everything in his power to warn others.

He testified twice before the House of Representatives. He opened a Georgia clinic that used innovative methods to treat children from all over the world who had been harmed by vaccines.

And along the way, he made plenty of enemies among fellow doctors, the drug companies, and even the FDA and state health authorities who raided his clinic before his death.

"His research was a threat to many, representing huge financial losses in the hundreds of billions," Reinhold said. Dr. Bradstreet understood and discussed "many times" how he posed a major risk to Big Pharma's bottom line, according to Reinhold.

If there ever was someone who could have finally solved the riddle to treat vaccine-poisoned children, it would have been Dr. Bradstreet.

But now he's gone -- and his family isn't certain authorities are doing everything they can to find out what happened.

They've even started an online fundraising campaign to get an "exhaustive investigation into the possibility of foul play." The kind of investigation that North Carolina police should be doing on their own. The last time I checked, the donations had totaled over $28,000.

While Dr. Bradstreet's family has said they want to find out the truth about his death... wherever that truth may lead... others who have donated are openly questioning the ruling that the doctor's death was a suicide.

One supporter pointed out that Dr. Bradstreet was "super religious" and had worked as a pastor, adding that "this looks really dirty to me."

We may never know the full story behind the deaths of Drs. Sievers, Hedendal and Bradstreet. But we've said for years Big Pharma will stop at nothing to silence its critics. Could they really have gone this far?
Murders have been committed with far less motive.  I think it's definitely possible.


I took a break from working upon this post ─ it was around 3:30 p.m.  

All I did was go out into the backyard with the thought that I might attempt a few pull-ups in the small shed, and even spend some time just sitting in the sunshine with my face directed at the Sun.

The shed was impossibly hot.  How the several wasps that still seem housed in the near grapefruit-sized nest within that shed survive is more of a question than I can answer.

I never even dared the heat to try one pull-up.  I'm 65 ─ not 25.  Conditions in there are just too dangerous for that time of day.  

But I couldn't even sit in the sunshine.

I tried...but I fast gave it up.  

Today's shopping expedition that was marked with a very slow walk will have to serve for both exercise and Sun-exposure.
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