Monday, September 19, 2005

Ho hum, another rant.

traffic was bad. Had a meet with a #D animation studio chaps out to recruit some students. Thought would do the intros and get out. Was puzzled by the 50 buns parcel on my table, left by the maid earlier in the day.

I wanted to get home because its was my wife's mate's birthday, thought there would be party. got delayed and sfter 5 unanswered calls on my brick, I called back. Her lover threatens to leave my home. LOL. The meeting's main pitch was over, made the proper noises and left, and took a wrong turn. Made it back, to find that the buns are still there.

Wished him, he fixes a drink and I change into my usual and she and mah son leave to a fucking dargah. I and my sardonic smile wish them well. Comes back and he asks, " For whom did you pray?" The answer is swift and the realization later. " For your health". The silence was broken by my laugh, covering for her. Wonder now why I did that. He beams and I too, because, the game is swinging my way.

Life is beautiful.

Saturday, September 17, 2005

The capacity to drink and punch out

Gawd, its funny, that I get garrulous about a few things in my life and also on cyberspace, after I have had a few, the capacity is endless.

to drink and post whatever. just discovered bloggers elsewhere they are the same.

welcome to the new dawn, its about time here, literally.

The 6 hour Orgasm

Then on a particular weekend when we reached her home she tells me her momma has gone visiting to some place nearby and that she would be back only Monday morning. Well, here I am with a young girl alone in her house and she asks for my smoke. I oblige and next thing we know we are kissing each other quite frantically and we are on the mattress which is on the floor. Its 2pm. My hands start straying and there are no restrictions.just lips glued to each other and tongues probing each other, while my hands are going all over.I reach her pussy and she is dripping wet and slide a finger in, then two, then three, then all my fingers upto the palm and am sticky wet and still thesmooch continues...(and it hits me then on the side that she is no virgin) I break off slide her skirt up and she lifts her legs straight up and removes her panty and I slide down with my mouth on her chest, now on her half revealed navel, now on to her coffee brown legs and finally on to the viscous pink mystery from which we all come death bound. I stick my mouth into her pussy, tongue frantically playing with her clitoris and drinking, slurping all her come in to myself. She kept coming and coming..We come up for air and I am asked to go down again and count the moles on her pussy; hidden amongst the bush are 7 little rascals shining with my saliva and her come.Its time for me to show mine and I let her do the research. She counts one. There were two I say..one was chopped off during the circumcision, without my permission!!!.Aand so it goes..I keep drinking in her come and before we know its 8pm and time for me to go. No making love no insertions except the tongue and its time for me to go..I couldn't believe it!!! And go I did. Met her again only on Monday and she behaves as if nothing happens..and during lunch she kept asking me with a straight face if I had, had enough water. I mean look at me..I had seen a pussy up close for the first time in my life, tasted it and still hadn't made love to it..God must be a sadist. The week just flew by and we are on to a Saturday. Its 2pm. And we are in my room. . So at the most we had 2.5 to 3 hrs to do what we had to do.The smooching starts the minute the door is closed and before I know it we are in our birthday suits and I am quenching my thirst again....this time the lady says politely lets make love. I agree, ready to lose my virginity; when we discover there are no condoms.

The tremors

Its been a week since I have been here, my home to say. Nothing has changed, except that I did vocalize my need to seperate, experimentally, with the shirt on my back and the 50k that I had paid for the home advance. Earlier in the day, she asked me if 50k was enough, with the eye of a dead fish. Her man was there, and it sure was funny. She dosnt know that it is. A life beyond the home comforts. An animal can be domesticated for a few and this one, me, has done his time.

I need to go. To let my seed grow.

Unhindered, without the angry intellect of mine. It could be contagious, the anger I mean.

But, like any other writer, one needs the love of a woman, not a cleft, mind you. And something tells me that, its not going to happen, through my life.

I dont like compromises, why should anyone? And so I sit here, punching maudling bullshit out, full of self pity and realizing that nothing is going to come out of my punchings. Gawd, I have forgotten how to write or to affix a signature on an instrument that's negotiable.

The BPO after effects are to be seen. They have shorn the social fabric of its foundings. everywhere you go, its fucking clefts, with the saccarine, dulcet voices. I hear them in the Coffee Day shops, the lunch places where these clefts work.

They exchange boyfriends, not notes and husbands too with a wink and a nod. The male homosapien has been overtaken and he hasnt realised that in his ego-filled mind and will not too, for quite sometime to come, till the day he really cognits that his role in the world, even today, isnt the pprovider as stated, but as a provider, of the seed, and nothing else.

Someday, this world will cry out for re-population. Remember me, then. I have enough to seed them back, idiots.

Saturday, September 10, 2005

Arrival....and then the Awakening

Her colleague had gone to China for some biz meet or the other earlier in the week...He came home for one on the road before he left. Today, saturday was when he came back. Got me a bottle of a litre of bacardi white. she went to the airport to receive him. had been preparing me for her to go and receive him the moment he left. I said sure, the plan was exclusive,of me. Earlier in the evening when the car came, she stands at the doorstep asking me if I was sure that I wudnt come to the airport. I shrugged and asked her to go....

They come back...she looks beautiful, sunken cheeks filled out, a woman in love. Have seen that before in my life. He had a few drinks and left, showering gifts, before he did. I have a slug of the Bacardi and am aroused and even as he left, I indicated openly that the hip swaying, would be dealt with later after he goes.

God, its been long since I ate some pussy. I finish mah dinner, smoke and chew cloves, scented betel nuts and am raring to go., the lights in my room are on, the music tuned to the local FM station and in a whisper; the nights are loud here.

I go to her bedroom.

And the foreplay starts, her nipples are hard, which I know is good for the night to come and I move my hand down to the portal, the cleft to say. Her legs are jammed tight, and all the while her nips are hard. Finally, she sez she aint interested, and by this time I get to feel her pussy, even a desert wouldnt have been drier. Arid. Something in the back of my head tells me that theres something wrong, this being a crevice I had navigated before and its a niggle that wont go away.My hard is rock solid. I persist. Finally the word. I am 42. And all the while, she has been stringing me along. She gets her periods and the morning after pills are depleting steadily. I havent been to her bdedroom since 30 months.

Today was the first time, since. As a husband I think I am entitled to know, why them pills are depleting, regularly.

Fuck, I gotta log off and help myself to the old schoolboy method.

Will I ever get to eat dessert?
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I woke up with a start, that niggle hitting me hard. Her pussy was clean shaven, not the usual trimmed bush. I keep the door to my bedroom firmly shut. The kitchen sounds are missing and I hit the various fora, post, read mail and hear her coming awake. The flush of the toilet, the hiss of the cooker. She has to go for a special show of a movie with her office crowd and she is making breakfast and lunch for me. My door remains frimly shut. Last night, the levee in my mind broke and am thinking about something which I should have done long ago. i am stilll toying with the idea when someone rings the bell, I get up to open the door, opening my rooms door. By this time she has opened and its a neighbour. She has a wan look and there is realization in her eyes, that last night a line was crossed and its never gonna be the same again. She will come back in the evening after picking up the son from her mother's place where he had gone for the week end.

I am alone.

SOUL READING

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SEPTEMBER 5, 2005. For the past six years, I have been doing readings for people. There is no good name for this process. People have called it soul reading. It is actually the reading of archetypes that exist in various non-continuum spaces. So far, on PREMIUM CONTENT, I have posted 36 recent articles about this process, and about the much misunderstood area of symbols and archetypes in general. Here is how it began. As a painter, I became interested in spontaneously inventing shapes that gave the impression of an unknown language. I found I could read these shapes. The reading was enormously energizing. After some intuitive trial and error, I connected each letter of the English alphabet to a shape. In this way, I could use the shape as a platform for translating the letter into hundreds, thousands of possible meanings. And in this fashion, I came into the realm of archetypes. A true archetype is a personage or an event that has, in its own way, a life. An archetype is there for one reason: to assist in the transformation and widening of consciousness. As an experiment, I took the name of a friend, and for each letter of that name, I read the shape, the symbol that went with it. I encountered many archetypes, and I gleaned massive amounts information from them. I put all this on tape. One thing led to another, and people asked for readings. In the process of doing readings, I became aware that, long before societies and civilizations started employing symbols as a way of narrowing and focusing the mind, as a way to control the individual adventuresome character of the mind, symbols were open-ended---and they were approached as objects of meditation and contemplation. This meditation was not passive. It was quite the opposite, and among the many things it did, it produced extraordinary energy. Energy the mind and body and imagination could use. This energy could also impact favorably on health. My readings were, after a fashion, a meditation on archetypes. The name of a person---and all the shapes that were connected to those letters---became my medium, just as oils are a medium for many painters. However, these shapes, these symbols, offered different meanings for different people. The shape connecting to an H in one person's name gave off a set of meanings that were different from the meanings that effused from the H in another person's name. In the same way, a painter uses red to express certain feelings and sensations in one context---but in another context, the red means something else. As I read these shapes and meditated on the archetypes, I began to see, quite lucidly, times and places and civilizations that existed beyond Earth, beyond this system of planets, beyond this Milky Way. In most cases, these civilizations were millions of years old. They connected to the experience of the person for whom I was doing a reading. I would find that this person, this soul, this psyche had lived lives in these far-flung places and times. Many lives. These lives were connected to some of the meanings of an archetype. These lives were illustrative of an archetype. Instead of choosing to pull back from these perceptions, I decided to push them to the hilt. Time after time, I saw civilizations that had headed into a decline after the use of symbols and archetypes had degenerated into strategies of control. Ironically, the very technologies that had provided a level of security and protection and comfort and survival also, in a direct manner, employed symbols in a drastically neutered style. To gain precision, the psyche was sacrificed on an altar of progress. And in the spiritual/religious realm, reductionism was the order of the day. Under the banner of consolidating the old and diverse gods, the new gods (symbols) were stripped of many poetic and suggestive qualities. On a not-very-deep esoteric level, this is the gist of the biblical Sampson story. Shorn of his uniqueness, he became powerless. Running counter to the grain of recent Earth history, it is proliferation, not reduction, that awakens the psyche. There is no possible new political order that, by boiling down the function of the State to some version of control, can offer anything useful. Decentralization of power along every channel is the answer, and it is the answer because it comes closer to the true desires of the soul, the psyche. What emerged from my readings was a deeper understanding of the staggering uniqueness of every individual. It also became apparent that every soul is engaged in a towering journey to access more consciousness, more creative power. It doesn't matter what the person is doing in this life. It doesn't matter how that looks. Behind it, there is the journey. What we take to be the basic myths of Earth culture are a drop in the bucket. They are essentially the shaving down (into lowest common denominators) of millions and millions of possible vectors. Exigency, crisis, threat, danger are the reasons that have been given, over the last 100,000 years or so, to postpone the re-vitalization of the full range of great journeys. The wise ones always tell us that we must do this and that and this and that and this and that NOW, and the rest will have to wait for later. Unseen below the level of these demands is the fact that, through the reduction of the individual psyche and its desires, there arose the very substance of every crisis and danger that has come down the pipeline. And every so-called heresy and so-called mental disorder stems, ultimately, from an attempt to falsely label and curtail the soul's ultimate journeys. As a reporter, I have spent more hours than I can count in exposing the control operations and cover stories and crimes and deceptions and mind-control strategies of planetary elites. I have run for public office. I've participated in numerous activist projects. I started a boycott of major chemical/drug/bio-engineering companies who poison populations. To act in these ways is a relevant and good thing. At the same time, there is a larger context, and no matter how we may play at ignoring it, it rings its own bell, and it has its own agenda. Which is our agenda. There is no death. There is no ceasing to exist. There is no end to basic life. There is no end to YOU. For those people for whom I've been privileged to do these readings of the psyche, I've seen the outward energy that dissolves matrixes and formulae and flimsy facades of the so-called known universe. When the greater journey swims into view and clarifies, the archetypes are there, with hands outstretched. They offer assistance in what the soul already wants. More life. More consciousness. More imagination. More power to manifest. More compassion. More enlightenment. These goals, properly seen and felt, outdistance Earth culture in a matter of seconds. That culture has never been equipped to go even a small part of the way. Having gained an appreciation of each individual's uniqueness (and it is far beyond anything I had imagined), I can say with assurance that no system will ever encompass it. No system now, no system in the future. What began as an attempt to read shapes and symbols escalated into a medium for working with that uniqueness. A medium, not a system. Only after I was in the middle of the process did I realize I had been after that for a very long time. No assessment of what we all suscribe to together, no study of consensus, no elucidation of cultures (consensus in action) ever carried any real weight with me. I found myself falling into a trance. I found myself in a swamp. I was working against myself. I was, in fact, perceiving the world through rather sophisticated categories. I didn't think I was, but I was. Now, the veil is being torn aside. And the relief is enormous. Symbols were once my lenses. Now they are doorways. Archetypes are fundamentally joyous. They say, "We know you have been trained, and you have trained youself, to see us as representatives of a few dried-up meanings. But we're of a different nature. Look at us with a thousand new eyes. Find in us an unlimited number of meanings, energies, byways and rocketing landscapes. Put away the old premise that such an activity will merely lead you around in a circle to a subjective impasse. Don't you see? It's just the reverse. Isn't this, when you strip away the conditioned illusions, exactly what you have been waiting for? Isn't this where you really want to go? Haven't you always suspected insight and knowledge and oceans of energy lay along this path?" Yes. And my ship has left the dock.

SOME NOTES ON NEW ORLEANS

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SEPTEMBER 7, 2005. As a number of people have pointed out for years, when you "solve" a tragedy by giving the government more power and money to do better the next time, you are usually whistling in the dark. The entire collaboration between government and big medicine speaks of such madness. Every human behavior and "symptom" is chopped up into a new disease name, and toxic drugs inevitably follow. Whereas, on a level playing field, without government welfare for NIH and other major med institutions, America would be in far better health. Mike Ruppert (From the Wildnerness) has an article about the dangers of feeding more $$ and power into the FEMA machine to handle "the next Katrina." That way lies: further corruption, less freedom, and no solution. If FEMA is geared to do anything that verges on sanity, it's about forming contingency plans to deal with disasters. We can see how well that's been working in New Orleans. I have a number of eye-witness reports that state looting and crime exist at a far lower level than has been suggested in the press. If so, then of course these press articles serve to explain/justify why rescue efforts have been too little and too late. "We couldn't get in there. People would shoot at us." I just got back from a trip. I observed that most people are in a semi-dazed shock at the destruction of a major American city. They can't really believe that something like this could happen in this day and age. We're supposed to be, with all our vaunted technology/communication/organization, beyond it. People of every political stripe assume "the government will take care of us." But the government isn't saving New Orleans. In fact, as everyone now knows, federal funds for the improvement of those now-famous levees were cut. For the last several decades, it's been an open secret that a number of factors have been conspiring to set New Orleans up for exactly what has just happened: the destruction of all-important tree cover to protect the city against a direct hurricane hit; the mangling and shredding of the surrounding wetlands by thousands of miles of dug channels laid in by oil companies; New Orleans' position below sea level; the inability of the levees to deal with massive rains and wind; the strategic bottling up of the Mississippi River. A Katrina has been predicted by scores of people. It appears that there is at least one decent model for averting this horrendous tragedy: Holland. In the 1950s, that nation was flooded in many sectors. Its position vis-a-vis the level of the surrounding seas was a key. So Holland successfully instituted a plan to keep a disaster from reoccurring. The bland and impotent and leaderless position of the White House has driven home the fact that this administration lives its sealed-off life at a different level from what the rest of us would call human. Statements from federal officials have taken a vile tone: "We knew there could be some flooding, but the failure of the levees was a total shock." Serenely delivered bullshit. I often make pharmaceutical analogies, and here is yet another occasion for doing it. When you stop and add up the overall toxic effects of thousands of medical drugs, you are faced with a choice. You can say the millions of deaths and maimings caused by these drugs is the result of serial blundering by well-intentioned people, or you can go to another place and view, at the very least, a crime of depraved indifference---negligent homicide. You can go beyond that, because who benefits when a population is rendered unable to think or function or react in a normal fashion, as more and more people are poisoned? New Orleans, in all respects, has been sitting there without protection, a perfect target for a storm like Katrina. It's too easy to call this serial blundering. And images of armed troops now moving through the city add up to the idea that help is really all about restoring order, not saving lives. Conditioning the American population to martial law is a goal of the government and those men who, in the shadows, stand behind the known government. All the lunatic hoopla, for example, about the coming "pandemic flu" has the same purpose. Ditto for the so-called war on terrorism. To save democracy, we must destroy it. What better way to drive this point home than to allow a whole city to disappear? George Bush is the perfect puppet for this current "quickening." In all respects, he is a man who has been foreshortened in perspective by a desperate effort to assert his position as a legitimate member of a royal American family. The approaching end-times, the mission of saving the world from evil forces ranged against the messiah, the sword-wielding crusader against the heathens, the closed-out consciousness that builds walls against admitting mistakes, the sloganeering posing as intelligence...it all feeds into the maw of reducing the kind of freedom in which he, Bush, would sink like a stone. Unrecognized, unappreciated, unsung. And a very large part of the American population, bent on claiming "true values" as its territory, has bought into the premise that those values are quick phrases engraved on blood-soaked pieces of cloth framed behind glass, hanging on walls in living rooms and kitchens. The so-called liberals are no better. They have their own slogans and shallow banners. They, in fact, are the standard bearers for setting up the nation as a virtual hospital, in which every citizen will be treated with kindness by doctors who know that every move we make, every breath we take, is a symptom of a disease that must be alleviated. Both sides of the aisle are fronting for a vicious cartoon, Mickey Mouse bleeding out of both ears. This is what happens when the thread of a real life and its dimensions are lost, when the wellsprings of the soul are replaced by a desert of pure nothing. As one tragedy after another is engineered, we can postpone, under the rubric of emergency, this need for regeneration at the core of what we truly are. We can do that, but the returns will diminish, the price will escalate.

ANOTHER COMPLETE LOAD OF CRAP FROM THE CDC

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SEPTEMBER 5, REPRINTED FROM AUGUST 25, 2004. AP is reporting on massive preparations for a global flu pandemic. Huh? Based on what? SARS? Which involved, what, 1000 cases world-wide, none of which were proven to be anything more than traditional lung infections plus rampant diarrhea at the Amoy Gardens apartment complex in Hong Kong---where the toilet pipes were leaking and spreading fecal matter. COME ON. But when you read the AP piece below, you'll see, of course, that the real issue is obtaining KONTROL over populations and viciously curtailing basic rights like assembly and free speech. MEDICAL MARTIAL LAW. I predicted it in 1988. This is the drip method----fear whipped up here and there over West Nile and avian flu and SARS and so on...at each step of the way conditioning the populace to accept mandated drugs and vaccines and quarantines and government force, if necessary---you know, TO PROTECT US ALL. The CDC is working their PR angles at the moment. We can soon expect WHO to chirp in and offer their sober analysis. This is operant conditioning, and it has nothing to do with germs. NOTHING. There is no global flu threat. THERE IS NO GLOBAL FLU THREAT. It's all bullshit of the purest ray serene. You can count on one thing. Whatever drugs they use, whatever they spray to kill the birds or the mosquitoes or the flying fish, it'll be toxic. It'll CAUSE some of the symptoms they claim are PART OF THE DISEASE. Here's the AP piece. My comments are in caps and brackets. U.S. Prepares for Possible Flu OutbreakClosing Schools, Rationing Medicine May Be Needed if New Flu Strain Sparks Outbreak, U.S. Says The Associated Press [NOTICE THE NICE TOUCH THERE WITH THE SCHOOLS---STAY HOME, KEEP THE LITTLE KIDDIES INDOORS AWAY FROM THE GERMS---EMERGENCY...ALL SCHOOLS CLOSED...] WASHINGTON Aug. 25, 2004 — Closing schools, restricting travel and rationing scarce medications may be the nation's first protections if a powerful new flu strain spurs a worldwide outbreak because it will take months to brew a vaccine, say government preparations for the next pandemic. Specialists say it's only a matter of time before the next one strikes, and concern is rising that the recurring bird flu in Asia could be the trigger if it mutates in a way that lets it spread easily among people. [ONLY A MATTER OF TIME...LIKE THE SUN BURNING OUT...SO LET'S LAY ON TRAVEL BANS...] There have been three flu pandemics in the last century, the worst in 1918, which killed more than half a million Americans and 20 million people worldwide.It's impossible to predict the toll of the next one. But estimates suggest a bad one could kill up to 207,000 Americans, says the nation's new response plan, obtained Wednesday by The Associated Press. [NEW RESPONSE PLAN---LET'S TELL EVERYONE THE SKY COULD FALL AND GO UP TO THE HILL FOR MORE MONEY] That's almost six times more lives than regular flu claims every year. Millions of sick patients could swarm doctors' offices and hospitals, and the country could suffer an economic and social wallop from disruption of transportation, commerce, even routine public safety. [MILLIONS OF SICK PATIENTS SWARMING OFFICES---PAINT THOSE PICTURES, BABY] [PUBLIC SAFETY COULD DISINTEGRATE---CALL OUT THE TROOPS] The Pandemic Influenza Response and Preparedness Plan, to be released Thursday by the Department of Health and Human Services, stresses ways to speed up vaccine production, limit the spread of such a super-flu, and care for the ill.It's just a first draft, open for public comment through October as the government struggles to decide exactly how to respond to the earliest signs of a pandemic. [THE ACRONYM FOR THE PLAN IS PIRRP---as in perp---PERFECT] [WHIP UP SUDDEN NEED FOR MORE VACCINES---DRUG COMPANY PAYOFFS] [EARLIEST SIGNS OF PANDEMIC---THREE PEOPLE SNIFFLING IN DES MOINES] "We recognize that we need more treatments and we need more vaccine capability," Dr. Julie Gerberding, director of the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, said in an interview."But it's also important to remember good, old-fashioned isolation and quarantine have a special role to play in any pandemic," she said. [LOVE THAT GOOD OLD QUARANTINE---I REMEMBER IT LIKE COCA COLA ON A HOT SUMMER DAY WHEN I WAS A KID---WE ALL RECALL GOOD OLD QUARANTINE, DON'T WE? NO?] "One of the things we have to do now, before we're in the middle of this situation, is do our very best to make sure people understand what would be the first steps, why they'd be necessary, and what they can do to minimize the disruption." [ACHTUNG...GIVE OUT ORDERS TO THE SHEEP] Among the preparations:The CDC is increasing surveillance so it can spot dangerous flu strains as soon as they emerge anywhere in the world, offering early warnings.It now takes six to eight months to develop a new vaccine against the slightly different flu strains that circulate every winter. A pandemic strain would be genetically very different. Government scientists plan to create "seed viruses" as potential vaccine candidates in hopes of speeding production. And HHS is working with manufacturers to ensure fast access to supplies including the chicken eggs that flu vaccine is grown in so production could start at a moment's notice. [CREATE LOTS OF VIRUSES---RUB THEM ALL OVER YOUR BODY] Four drugs can treat the flu if given soon after symptoms begin, and decrease chances of catching it. U.S. supplies of the two considered top pandemic candidates, Tamiflu and Relenza, are limited, but HHS began stockpiling some Tamiflu last year. [GOOGLE THESE DRUG NAMES AND SEARCH FOR THE ADVERSE EFFECTS---ALSO SEE SPRINKLED COMMENTS THAT THERE ARE NO USEFUL DRUGS FOR VIRUSES] HHS is increasing pressure on states to prepare their own plans for dealing with pandemic flu this year, including how to free up enough hospital beds to handle the sickest patients. Last year, only about a quarter of state health departments had such plans. [KICK OUT THE ELDERLY PATIENTS] Travel restrictions like those implemented during last year's SARS crisis in Asia and Canada, closing schools and restricting public gatherings, even quarantine may be necessary to limit the spread of infection, depending on where a pandemic begins and how virulent it seems.The government is seeking input from hospitals and state health departments as it develops the plans.Indeed, HHS is asking some big questions, such as whether the federal government should control all supplies of a pandemic flu vaccine to ensure the people who need it most get it. [OF COURSE THE FEDS WANT TO CONTROL ALL THE VACCINES] Recent shortages of regular flu vaccine led to price hikes and other practices that limited access by the elderly and other particularly at-risk patients.Similarly, the government is considering rationing anti-flu drugs before a vaccine is produced, debating if doctors, nurses, police and other groups should get first doses along with the most frail patients. [YEAH, THIS WILL BE THE KERNEL OF THE "DEBATE"---WHO SHOULD GET THE VACCINES---COVER STORY, DIVERSION---CREATE THE IDEA OF DRUG AND VACCINE SCARCITY AND PEOPLE WILL KILL EACH OTHER TO GET THEM---"IT'S SCARCE? I WANT IT."] end of AP article It's a love fest. Climb on the bandwagon, blow your horns, the medical armies are coming. The dream team. Addendum. In the AP piece, it is stated that the wire service OBTAINED a copy of the soon-to-be-released government preparedness report. The implication is, there was some actual work involved in getting that report. Perhaps it was leaked. Nothing could be further from the truth. The CDC/HHS WANTS the advance pub. They sought it out. They're promoting their little asses off. This is a PR push. Perhaps it happened this way: AP: Hello? CDC: Mike, this is Tim at the CDC. AP: Hey. CDC: We've got this very hot report on a global flu pandemic and we want to get a story on it. AP: (yawning) Yeah? Can you email it over? CDC: It's long. AP: Attachments, dude. CDC: Sure. Or we'll send it by courier. Have it there in an hour. AP: Okay. CDC: Flu bugs. The big one. AP: Again? CDC: No, this time it's for real. Maybe. AP: Is that definite? CDC: 8 on a scale of 1 to 10. AP: You're on the record? CDC: No. AP: Okay. (the reporter dozes off and wakes with a jerk) CDC: Talking closing of schools in the fall. AP: Sounds good. CDC: Travel bans in the US. AP: Will I be able to fly to Boston to see my ex? CDC: Don't count on it. AP: If there's anything you can do to ground all flights to Boston, I'll owe you. CDC: Who knows, the election might be postponed. AP: Listen, you guys have anything for hemorrhoids over there? CDC: We're doing some studies on replacement with a plastic anus. AP: Really. CDC: Yeah. Thing is, it eliminates the sphincter response. AP: The plastic thing is open all the time? CDC: There's a lid. It opens and closes with a remote. AP: Who has the remote? CDC: You do. AP: What about orgasms? Isn't the sphincter involved in that? CDC: A few male patients, in the preliminary studies, experienced a minor amount of semen coming out of their ears. AP: Was it pleasurable? CDC: One of our people is from India. He likened it to a kundalini response. AP: Is that good? CDC: If you're a monk in a cave.

CENTURY OF THE BRAIN

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SEPTEMBER 4, 2005, REPRINTED FROM MARCH 2, 2005. The Forbes article below describes a small pilot study of depressed patients, and electrodes implanted in their brains as treatment. When I began this site, I wrote about the upcoming century (21st) of the brain, and how researchers were moving into place to assault that organ and manipulate it to "achieve cures" for various conditions. From the top of the medical cartel, however, such research is truly aimed at CONTROL. The cover story is treatment. With far-ranging data gathered from many compartmentalized sources, an effort to control human thought and life can proceed without naked public revelations. It is significant that depression is now an accepted territory for direct brain tinkering, mangling, and manipulation. Through an intense and sustained PR effort, various medical/psychiatric groups have pronounced depression a widespread disorder affecting all age groups. Therefore, electrode insertion and subsequent electrical currents sent into the brain automatically become mainstream. Notice, as you read the Forbes piece, that standard electroshock treatment (which is actually nothing more and nothing less than torture) is cited casually as one of those treatments for depression which is undertaken when the patient does not improve on drugs---and then, if both drugs and shock fail, this new electrode procedure is a backup modality. So we have a further PR strategy: place electroshock (controversial, even within the psychiatric profession) into the normal lineup of depression treatments, and then extend the lineup with this newer electrode insertion. It's called sleight-of-hand and diversion. The magician gets you to keep your eyes on a card (electrode insertion) while he slips another card (shock therapy) into the deck in his other hand. Also notice in the Forbes piece that one researcher uses the metaphor of a "terrorist" to describe a section of the brain thought to be instrumental in causing depression. The goal becomes to neutralize the terrorist. The global war on terrorism is extended to the brain itself. As the years pass, we will surely see this metaphor repeated. Implanted Electrodes Combat Depression By Amanda Gardner HealthDay Reporter TUESDAY, March 1 (HealthDay News) -- A procedure that involves drilling two holes into a person's skull and then implanting electrodes in the brain has shown promise in treating individuals who are severely depressed and resistant to other types of treatment. Four of six patients who received this deep brain stimulation showed sustained improvement six months after the procedure took place, scientists report in the March 3 issue of Neuron. The patients have now been followed for a year and are still in remission, added co-lead investigator Dr. Andres Lozano, a professor of neurosurgery at the University of Toronto. Although deep brain stimulation to other parts of the brain has been used to treat epilepsy, Parkinson's and other diseases, this appears to be the first time it has been used to treat major depression, Lozano said. About 20 percent of people with depression fail to respond to standard treatments. Some of these people will respond to combinations of medications plus electroconvulsive therapy, sometimes known as shock therapy. A remaining few, however, still do not get better. The new therapy is far more refined than electroconvulsive therapy, Lozano said. "Electroconvulsive therapy is analogous to rebooting your computer," he explained. "This [deep brain stimulation] is very pinpointed, precise therapy, involving a very precise area of brain that plays a key role in depression." For the past four or five years, there have been hints that this area of the brain, the subgenual cingulate region, or Cg25 region, played a role in depression. "When people are acutely sad, this area of the brain becomes active," Lozano said. "If you take antidepressants, the activity in this area goes down." This information led to the hypothesis that diminishing activity in that area might improve depression. "It was as if the thermostat was set for 120 degrees and you want it to be 70 degrees," Lozano explained. "This area of the brain is running in overdrive, and it is causing depression and also interfering with the function of areas of the brain that are involved in cognitive function." The new study involved six patients, median age 46, who had failed to respond to a minimum of four other treatments for depression, including medications, psychotherapy and/or electroconvulsive therapy. The participants were recruited from across Ontario and the deep brain stimulation procedures were performed at Toronto Western Hospital, which is affiliated with the University of Toronto. The researchers first pinpointed the precise area of the brain in question using positron emission tomography (PET) scans. Then Lozano drilled two small holes into each side of the skull in a two-hour procedure that took place under local anesthesia. He inserted two thin wires with electrode contacts, then tunneled the wires (about the diameter of uncooked spaghetti) underneath the skin behind the ear down to the chest. An incision was made under the collarbone so a battery could be placed there. The electrodes were hooked up to the batteries (one on each side of the body). The batteries can be programmed remotely through the skin, and there is no restriction on activities, Lozano said. The batteries last for five years. Stimulation, which is adjusted individually for each patient, takes place 24 hours a day. "We think it's going to require ongoing stimulation," said Lozano. When stimulation was turned off in one participant, the depression returned within two weeks. In all, Lozano and his co-authors saw a "striking benefit" in four of the six patients. The other two were removed from the study after six months because they failed to improve. It's not clear why four patients improved, while the other two did not, although the individuals who did improve all had depression that began in their late teens and early 20s. "It's one spot of the brain that is really acting as a terrorist and subjugating very widespread areas of the brain and interfering with their function," Lozano said. "If one can seek out this area and tell it to behave in a more normal fashion, then the rest of the brain follows." The four people also showed improvements in concentration and motivation, he said. Lozano stressed that this research was "early, early" and that additional studies needed to be performed. "We don't know if this will be reproducible and sustained," he said. Researchers also don't know if the results can be generalized to all depression. "It's only six people, so it's nothing to be too excited about, yet these patients really are the most refractory, and many of them had not been out of the house for several years," Lozano said. "Now they're talking about going to work, going to the gym, starting a business. It's really been a transformative experience for some of them." end Forbes article

INTERVIEW WITH A FATHER AFTER THE DEATH OF HIS DAUGHTER

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SEPTEMBER 3, 2005, REPRINTED FROM MAY 28, 2005. He is in his late forties. He lives in the Western US. Several years ago, his teen-aged daughter committed suicide a week after beginning a course of treatment with one of the SSRI antidepressants. This father states, "For now, I'm keeping back my name and the name of the drug my daughter took, because I'm in the process of getting together a lawsuit against the drug's manufacturer. I can tell you that it is one of the popular drugs---Prozac, Paxil, Zoloft." Q: What happened to your daughter? A: She was a very happy child, but she had a few problems come up. One of her friends at school died in an accident. And her grades slipped after that. She was sad. My wife and I talked with her, and she said she'd put things right. She'd get back to work in her courses. A school counselor told us he thought she should see a psychiatrist for help. Q: Is that what you did? A: Yes. We were naive. We thought this meant a short period of therapy. Conversation. But after two sessions, the psychistrist told us she was suffering from depression. Q: Did you accept the diagnosis? A: Yes. We misunderstood. We thought the psychistrist meant she was sad. Which she was. But this was a clinical assessment, and the doctor told us she should be on an antidepressant. We asked him for how long, and he said he would be monitoring the situation. We went along with that. Q: Did your daughter feel she should be on the drug? A: She wasn't sure, but she went along with it. Some of her friends were taking antidepressants. Q: What happened? A: On a weekend, she began to take the pills. Right away, we knew something was wrong. She seemed sedated at first. For a few hours on Saturday, she dragged herself around the house. Her eyes looked glazed. Then, by the end of the day, she was very up. Too up. She was in her room on the phone laughing and screaming. It's not something she usually does. It was out of character for her. Q: Did you do anything? A: We called the doctor. It took us a couple of hours to get through to him because he was out of the office. He told us to give her just half the dose from then on. Q: So you did that? A: Yes. And by Sunday afternoon, she seemed all right. She was her normal self, more or less. She went out to a touch football game, and then she came home with a friend. They sat on the porch and talked. But that night, she had a nightmare. I found her about 2 in the morning in the kitchen, making herself a sandwich. She told me about the dream. It was very vivid. She said it wasn't like other nightmares. I calmed her down. She took a shower, put on her pajamas, and came back into the kitchen. We talked about school for awhile, and then she went back to bed. The next day she went off to school. My wife works, so neither of us saw her again until early that night. She was sitting on the living room floor with a lot of old Christmas cards spread out there. She was looking at the pictures on the cards and reading the notes inside. She said to my wife, "Why is everybody so excited about Christmas?" We thought that was an odd remark, because there she was with all the old cards, looking at them. She seemed a bit distracted. I asked her why she was looking at the cards, and she said, "I'm just thinking about all the people." She said she needed to be more sympathetic to people. She stood up and said, "That's my problem. I'm not sympathetic enough." I went into our bedroom and called the psychiatrist. Again, it took me a while to get through to him. He said nothing was wrong, just to keep her on the half-dose. I explained that she was acting out of character, and he said it was all right, she was just going through something. That night, the three of us [father, mother, daughter] were at home. We sat in the living room and talked. My daughter said several things that seemed strange. Out of context or out of character. She talked about next spring, and the flowers coming back into bloom. She said she wanted to plant lots of flowers in the beds at the front of the house. Before this, she had never taken an interest in flowers or gardening. She said that flowers were "messengers." The next day, I stayed home from work and I kept my daughter out of school. I wanted to be with her. I suspected the drug was causing her to act out of character. I didn't like it. It made me nervous. It seemed that she was high and slightly out of control. This was Tuesday. She wanted to go to school---but then she changed her mind, and she became engaged by the idea that everybody should take down all the signs on billboards around town. She said they were a blight on the landscape. She told me she was going to start a committee at school and urge parents to join in. Q: To take down the billboards. A: Yes. For her, this was way out of character. She had never shown any interest in this sort of thing. But it was more than that. She had this messianic look in her eye. She was suddenly on a mission. By the middle of the afternoon, she'd forgetten about the whole thing and was in her room studying. At one point, she came out and told me she could concentrate very well, better than she'd ever been able to before. She was moving right through her homework. Then she had a snack and went back [to her room.] An hour later, I knocked on her door. There was no answer. I went in and she was asleep under the covers. I stood there for a few minutes and watched her. Her arm started twitching, and her face took on a look. She was grimacing. I sat by her bed for about half an hour. She calmed down. The twitching stopped. So I went out, left the door open, and called my wife at work. We talked for a few minutes. We were worried. I went into the bathroom and took the medicine bottle out of the cabinet. I counted out the pills. I knew how many were in the bottle to begin with. I wanted to make sure she was taking the right amount. Q: Was she? A: Yes. When she woke up, she seemed fine. The rest of the day everything was all right. On Wednesday, I took her to school. She came home at about four that afternoon. My wife was there. She'd come home early from work to check up on her. Everything seemed pretty normal. Q: Normal? A: She was not feeling sad. She wasn't high, she wasn't sad. She wasn't doing anything strange. She was okay. But again, that night, I found her, late, in the kitchen. She'd had another nightmare. She was sweating. She was upset. I told her we were going to go to the doctor the next day. That was her next appointment. We'd get it all straightened out. Q: Did you tell her you thought she was having a reaction to the drug? A: Yes, and she understood. She realized that the drug could be causing her nightmares. So the following day, she and I and my wife all went to the doctor's office. I had her tell the doctor everything that had been happening to her. He took notes. He said that the drug could be causing these reactions. He said, though, that with the half-dose, it would smooth out. We should give it another week, and if there were still problems, he might cut the dose further or switch her to another drug. I asked him if the half-dose she was currently taking was average for a girl her age and weight. He said that the full dose was completely proper for her, and the half-dose was "cautious." We felt reassured. My daughter said she didn't want to have any more of those nightmares, and the doctor told her they would probably go away very soon. The next day, everything was okay, and that night she slept through without any problems. My wife dropped her off at school. That was the last time we saw her alive. Q: What happened? A: I'm not going to go into details, because...it has to do with the suit. All I can tell you is, she committed suicide. My wife and I---our lives have never been the same. We have had our girl torn away from us, and there is nothing we can do. She's gone. We're still here, but it'll never be the same. I don't want to talk about this anymore. I just want people to know they should never trust these drugs or the doctors who prescribe them. I don't care how sane it sounds. Don't trust them.