Friday, November 10, 2017

Veterans Day & Fukushima

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Those Who Go Down 
To the Sea in Ships

Here's an honest disclosure: I grew up with command-rank Naval officers, and a Semper Fi uncle. Duty, Honor, Country.

That said, many false flags later, the Forever-War enriches Mil-Indus greedsters and politicos at the lobbyist trough.

Our military grunts pay the ultimate price, of death, dismemberment, PTSD, divorce, and suicide...

Unreported, and oceanically difficult to hide:

The Fukushima cover-up has been a stupefying outrage, as Public Health violation and nuttin-to-see-here planetcide.

You'll find Fookyou articles in the right sidebar, a chronicle of protecting: 

The nookular industry.
GE, designer of the China-Syndrome'd reactors.
Pacific Ocean fisheries.
And photo-op politicians. 

I wrote the first alarum expose' on the morning of the Fukushima disaster; see "Radiation Remedies."

Since then, media has grudgingly reported "mysterious" Pacific die-off of marine mammals, sea birds and fisheries. We're getting closer to there being no there, there. 

Not being warned by EPA, etc., many folks still eat Pacific salmon, tuna and sushi. 

With that media-obfuscated backgrounder, we're coming up on Veterans Day.

In honor of those who serve, and my grandfather and uncle who witnessed Pearl Harbor, consider the following... 

A shot across the bow of public awareness:

The US government has tried to hide the flag-draped coffins coming home. Many lies are uncoiling in these interesting times.


Day is done, gone the sun,

From the lakes, from the hills,
 From the sky.

All is well, safely rest.

God is nigh.

Saturday, October 7, 2017

Suicidal Depression & Nutrient Malabsorption

Shun the Messenger

We kicked off our snow boots in the mud room and padded into the warm kitchen in woolly socks, carrying dishes for the community potluck.

At which point normalcy stumbled into the long winter's night. The wife of the hosting couple had drunk herself into a rage-a-thon, interspersed with blubbering.

The husband, looking shame-faced, but smiling rigidly, was skulking around the periphery, gathering up down jackets, knit caps and mittens.

I had ridden with friends. Realizing I was trapped for the duration, I sent out a quiet bleat to the universe for snow tires of my own. 

The friends, with whom I'd arrived in a big SUV, were Love-and-Light practitioners. Never be negative or pragmatic. Imagine Ascended Master intervention; do not succumb to the scene in front of our noses.

They offered affirmations and frantic gaiety.

I didn't know the woman well, newly arrived at far north latitude. She turned to me and explained that she planned to kill herself before the night was out.

"Oh?" I nodded kindly. "Have you decided on a method yet?"

And began a discourse on the messiness and/or pain of various approaches. 

The driver of my group was making noises like a steam engine at malfunction. 

She wailed, "I don't know why I feel so desperate!"

I nodded again and waited till she asked a question.

"Why?! Make it stop!! Why? WHY?!!"

She was given to histrionics, and if not catered to, shaming of the listener to manipulate desired outcome.

"Why?.. Well, the immediate answer would be that you're rip-roaring drunk."

My driver tried to grab me by the arm and drag me out of the room. I shook him off.

The booze-blasted woman, slurred out, "No, let her speak." 

"The more hope-filled answer would be that you're experiencing malabsorption: missing the anti-stress B-Vitamins and calming minerals. The problem is biochemical.

"You're gut is all chewed up by a food allergy; it hurts. You and others in that situation self-medicate to stop the pain. With booze, drugs, shopping, gambling, sex, obsessive use of electronics... Whatever."

She blinked and though soused, mumbled,"What do I do?"

"Well, very few of us on God's green earth care for the answer.

"It involves finding other treats than chocolate eclairs, most pizza, spanakopita, pretzels and chips. Hot dogs at ball games. Lots of hot button foods."

"I can't do that!"

"Not many have the moxie or the scrape-bottom motivation. I hear you."

I started to turn away. 

"Wait! How would that make me feel better or... less mean?" She glanced at her husband.

"Good question: If your gut were not chewed up and you could absorb vitamins and minerals, you'd find yourself in a new country where days grew brighter and your step more hopeful.

"You likely are living out what's called gluten-intolerance. It tends to run in alcoholic family lines. Stress can trigger the tendency and the turning to addictions.

"Finding gluten-free treats and eating options can actually soften despair, and even melt away cravings."

She sank down into a chair. My driver hustled me out the door; told me to get in the SUV and not even think about rejoining the potluck. It was cold.

Stony silence on return. Later that week I was to rejoin the group to ride to an evening symphony performance an hour away.

I arrived early by the road and stood in my felt-lined boots stamping my feet in the snow. The rest of me otherwise elegant.

My neighbors emerged from their driveway with a nearly full car. Everyone looked my way. The car turned north without me. So much for the season ticket I'd bought with great joy.

I walked the long driveway home, tears nearly freezing on my cheeks. The woods were still, as the 'silent treatment' is not. Nonetheless, the woman lived.

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Wayfaring Traveler books.

Sunday, October 1, 2017

Puerto Rico; Houston; Remember Haiti, Katrina; A Chef & Rock Star Update

Puerto Rico Aftermath 

We're from the Govt;
We're Here to Help You

UPDATE! A famous Spanish chef, José Andrés, has left the Red Cross in the dust.

Is there precedent for government and/or agencies interfering with disaster relief? 
In Haiti, the Clinton Foundation positioned itself as donation-central. Haiti got close to zilch; the Clintons siphoned more gazillions into their never-enoughness.  

And the American Red Cross? Read and weep:  Donation-lucre was collected to build houses... which never left the drawing board.

Houston? Cat-5 Hurricane Harvey roaring into view and no mandatory evacuation order was issued. In the superfund-water-wasteland which followed, locals described FEMA and the Red Cross as notable by their absence. 

The "Cajun Navy" launched from Louisiana; neighbors rescued the infirm and families from rooftops. A teenage boy paddled, to apartments drowned and people trapped, on an inflatable air mattress. 

And down and gritty, Texas Militia groups turned out to stop government from blocking rescue or becoming heavy-handed as in Katrina. Militia went rushing in to help when dams were opened on Houston area neighborhoods told to shelter in place.

Katrina? Levees protecting poor neighborhoods gave way; some locals reported hearing explosions. 

Guns were confiscated by Blackwater mercenaries going door-to-door. Citizen guns stop looters. A wrenching thought, yes, but consider this account from Bosnia:

Local Good Samaritans from undamaged coast began arriving in droves to New Orleans, by boat and truck with food and potable water. They were turned away by govt goons.

We could talk about sociopaths who rise, as scum does, to positions of power. 

Local heroes, First Responders, neighbors--Texans and the Cajun Navy--locals took improv-action when Houston all but fell.

Puerto Rico: What in the name of decency and fellow-feeling has gone awry in Hurricane Maria's wake of devastation?

Ship-delivered containers of desperately needed food and water have reached the docks of Puerto Rico.

President Trump, Florida, and the poor people of Venezuela and Cuba have sent aid. People are dying; the aid is not being delivered. 


Truckers and arm-twisting may be one problem:  

Here's a courageous female Puerto Rican cop, a cop with ovarios, who called into a NYC Hispanic radio station to explain the halting of aid. The cops are having to turn away hungry/thirsty families, giving them nothing for their children:

Bless the whistle-blowers and the First Responders.

UPDATE! Daddy Yankee, a pop star, showed up in Puerto Rico with Food Bank staples and water. He said, "We can't wait for govt."

"There have been unverified reports that officials in Puerto Rico were, in fact, holding back supplies unless there were accompanying photo opportunities.

And among all the pointing fingers and he said she said, the people of Puerto Rico are getting at least some aid.
That is because while governments fight, obstruct, and grandstand to advance their political careers, real people help.

"Puerto Rican native and pop star Daddy Yankee delivered what FEMA, and the government of Puerto Rico could not. He gave $100,000 in assistance to feed the people whose homes were destroyed, who were left without power or water after the hurricane struck over a week ago.

The money provided food to roughly 9,000 families in Toa Baja, an impoverished town of 80,000 people near Puerto Rico’s capital, San Juan…
Each family on Saturday received 59 pounds of food, not including rations of water too. The box of food included rice, pasta, tuna, beans, beef and milk. Food Bank officials say it’s enough to feed a family of four for a week."