[vaccines] how harmful are they

In researching "the new weapons for the 21st century, I began with depleted uranium weapons:

A flying rod of solid uranium 18-inches long and three-quarters of an inch in diameter," is what becomes of a DU tank round after it is fired. Because Uranium-238 is pyrophoric, meaning it burns on contact with air, DU rounds are burning as they fly.

When the DU penetrator hits an object it breaks up and causes secondary explosions. Some of the uranium vaporizes into extremely small particles, which are dispersed into the atmosphere where they remain until they fall to the ground with the rain.

As a gas, the chemically toxic and radioactive uranium can easily enter the body through the skin or the lungs and be carried around the world until it falls to earth with the rain.

... to chemical weapons:

Documents show British ministers knew in 1985 that [a] £14m plant, called Falluja 2, was likely to be used for mustard and nerve gas production. Ministers in the then Thatcher government ... gave financial backing to the British company involved, Uhde Ltd, through insurance guarantees.

Paul Channon, then trade minister, concealed the existence of the chlorine plant contract from the US administration, which was pressing for controls on such exports. He also instructed the export credit guarantee department (ECGD) to keep details of the deal secret from the public.

... and from there to vaccines. The problem with this area is that we're back to the old denial from the conglomerates and allegations from the left scenario which makes it well night impossible to get at the truth. The CDC argues for increased stockpiles of smallpox vaccine:

The U.S. stockpile of smallpox vaccine is maintained by the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC). These decades-old doses may be inadequate to meet the vaccination needs projected after a bioweapon incident. The number of doses needed in various scenarios has recently been discussed. In 1972, for example, a single case of smallpox in Yugoslavia required 18 million doses of vaccine to stop the spread of disease.

Yet other sources are saying something quite different:

According to the CDC, nearly half a million Americans simply "drop dead" each year from what it calls "sudden cardiac death". Americans are subjected to some 95 antigens (and their companion toxins) by the time they are five. Many experience adverse reactions that range from minor irritation, to permanent brain damage and death.

Many American children are developing chronic mental problems for which they are prescribed mood-altering drugs such as Ritalin. Many also develop chronic health problems such as asthma and cancer.

This seems to be supported in this news item:

Drug giant Eli Lilly and Company makes thimerosal. It's the mercury in the preservative that many parents say causes autism in thousands of children – like Mary Kate Kilpatrick. Asked if she thinks her daughter is a victim of thimerosal, Mary Kate's mother, Kathy Kilpatrick, says, "I think autism is mercury poisoning."

Whether or not that is so, a congressman with ties to the White House, which in turn has ties to Eli Lilly, put in a legislative provision banning possible court action against Eli Lilly. Hmmmm. This company is also tied in with the psychological mind control issue, being mentioned in various sources in researching MK Ultra and others.

If you research further, you can get into the vaccines administered in Africa:

The use of OPV was discontinued in the west because all cases of polio since the late 1960s were attributed to the vaccine. Rather than destroy remaining stocks of OPV, WHO began giving it to Africans. Curiously, the package insert for OPV cautions against giving the vaccine to people with AIDS-but, Greater Africa radio founder Kihura Nkuba observed, Africans were not screened for AIDS before being vaccinated with OPV.

The symptoms of polio are identical to chemical poisoning. No cases of polio were reported in Africa until people became exposed to chemicals (and vaccines). Polio and West Nile virus Researcher Jim West has conducted compelling historical research on this subject.

WHO recently announced a new outbreak of polio in West Africa and Central Africa. The humanitarian organization plan[ned] to vaccinate 74 million Africans by November, 2004.

Then you can get into the vaccines that are developed against bioweapons:

Ricin, which is extracted from castor beans, has a highly lethal toxicity in small doses, causing fever, nausea abdominal pain or lung damage, followed by death within a few days of exposure.

Because castor beans are readily available, ricin is easily manufactured and it is also easily aerosolised - making it all the more dangerous - however currently there is no prevention or cure for the deadly substance. "The successful development of an effective vaccine against ricin toxin may actually reduce the threat of its use as a bioterror weapon," said Robert Brey, chief scientific officer of Dor.

So where did the idea come from in the first place to extract Ricin? One name which pops up from time to time is Len Horowitz and I confess I didn't know of him so the only thing to do was google "Len Horowitz debunked" but that didn't get too many debunkings. It's a worry though that Nation of Islam supports his findings.

So the debate appears to be at a standstill - the conglomerates have smeared and the allegers have alleged.

The only anecdotal evidence I can present is that in the 80s and 90s, I was getting flu shots with the rest of the population and going down for two week bouts of influenza, one which almost finished me. At the same time, the media were constantly writing of "new resistant strains" and so on.

At some point I decided to take the risk of the flu and didn't have innoculations ever again. Since that time, I've not been laid low for any length of time due to flu or any other disease.

This has hardly been research and others have documented the issue in detail. In my first attempt at tackling this one, I'm wondering where the truth lies.

[thought for the day] tuesday evening

Expect nothing - live frugally on surprise.

Alice Walker - 1973

[desirable jobs] five possibilities

Which of these would you rate as a desirable job?

1. Mattress tester;

2. Condom tester;

3. Playing a corpse in a movie;

4. Parks and gardens horticultural officer;

5. Personal fitness trainer.

Or would you prefer to be a member of a SWAT team or the SO19?

[trafalgar] lest we forget nelly and red ken

Today we remember the Battle of Trafalgar.

The Quiet Man has posted his tribute and now here is mine about the proposal to slaughter the innocents. Red Ken's peristerophobia knew no bounds, as he first tried two Harris Hawks to kill off the pigeons and then brought in the heavy artillery:

London Mayor, Ken Livingstone, has pledged to provide an army of robot fighters to help combat the over population problems caused by pigeons in Trafalgar Square - one of London's top tourist attractions. The robot army, due to go into production in early 2007, is the latest development of Livingstone's ongoing vendetta with his avian nemesis.

The Telegraph ran this piece at the time:

Already, the numbers of poorly "sky-rats" admitted to Pigeon Recovery, the Sutton pigeon hospital, have soared. "He has not done his research," says Guy Merchant of the Pigeon Control Advisory Service. "He actually hired a couple of heavies to forcibly remove the seller. Thousands of pigeons are dying as we speak and that is a fact.

The battle ended on January 9th, 2003 and Red Ken was effectively defeated by fifty years of tradition and the wishes of the people, to later meet his Waterloo in Boris. As with that other great Battle of Trafalgar, the signal was given:

His Lordship came to me on the pigeon poop, and after ordering certain signals to be made, about a quarter to noon, he said, "I wish to say to the fleet, England confides that every man will do his duty. Now, gentlemen, let us do something today which the world may talk of hereafter."

After the battle was done and the poop had been scooped, the pigeons got back to what they do best. It's not every great battle which is remembered in two entirely separate theatres of war.

[anatole kaletsky] readers slowly waking up to him

This is the first in nourishing obscurity's new series of Punditwatch.


Delighted with Private Eye's lambasting of Anatole Kaletsky whom some have been unkind enough to describe as a charlatan. This has been an ongoing thing for some of us but at the time, people saw the Kaletsky bashing as the rantings of a few malcontents.

Now the Eye has taken him to task over his economic forecasting [Hackwatch, Issue 1220, p5, followed up on p4 of Issue 1221]:

No need to worry, he assured his readers. "This crisis will probably turn out to be another storm in a teacup."

The thing is, Mr. Kaletsky must mislead as part of his brief for his backers and so we get:

Mr Kaletsky's other arguments – which, to his credit, are more focused on the first quarter alone – are, at best, misleading. He suggests, for example, that the UK's problems effectively lie within the measurement of export and import volumes, pointing out that domestic demand rose 0.9 per cent in the first quarter relative to the final quarter of last year. Yet this is a highly selective use of data.

Perhaps the Independent is biased against the man. The message boards have this:

It's not just the useful idiot Kaletsky who is pushing the reckless option of government backed mortgages. It seems that lunatic prime minister Brown wants them too ...

... and blogger Alice Cook says:

If Anatole thinks that there can be a debt financed pick up in economic growth, then he hasn't learnt anything in the last 18 months.

... to which readers commented thusly:

Anonymous said...

Kaletsky is a fool.

20 October 2008 16:43

dearieme said...

I think you'll find that he hasn't learnt anything in the last 18 years.

I'd take Dearieme to task on this. It's not that Anatole hasn't learnt but as stated above and in the link at the top, he must take this line - it's his raison d'etre at the Times. Plus a few more things, for example:

In January this year, for example, he called the credit crisis "almost over". As stock markets tumbled in July he concluded another piece suggesting problems were overblown by declaring that "market prices are sometimes plain wrong".

What Kaletsky failed to mention in these and all his other weekly columns, as well as in several appearances as an economics pundit on TV programmes including the BBC's Newsnight, is that since 1999 he has been chief economist of a financial services company called GaveKal.

The firm, whose name is an amalgam of Kaletsky's and French co-founder Charles Gave's names, was initially set up as a pure research operation but in 2006 moved into fund management.

Gavekal is known for its misplaced bullishness but to find criticism from within the industry itself, it's by definition going to be indirect:

We've heard iTulip described as GaveKal's evil twin brother. Both firms strive to be rigorous and consistent, but where GaveKal surveys the financial markets scene and sees a glass half full, iTulip sees a glass of Kool-Aid.

Their theories do not find great acceptance in the economist community, which is a far cry from describing them as actively evil and yet the readership of the Times and others should be, at the very least, circumspect about Mr Kaletsky and pals.

Next up - Neil Clark, the "top UK blogger", according to Neil Clark.

[my father] a most significant birthday

Beckfoot bridge, where my father would toss pebbles

My father’s birthday has just passed. I didn’t want to write anything during it but shall put down a few words now.

If ever there was a complicated relationship, this was it and it reminds me of Springsteen’s Independence Day but without the rancour. Looking back now, I see that his distance from us was partly his war experiences catching him up, partly his age and partly his being transplanted into the new world downunder so long ago.

He never lost his Yorkshire accent [he was a West Riding man] and neither did the sizeable shipload of pilgrims from the Bradford area who eventually settled in Geelong, fifty miles south west of Melbourne shortly before the war, clearly escaping the Great Depression or at least hoping to, the other half of the family electing to remain in England.

He was still youngish when he travelled to join the army upon declaration of war, serving in the Middle-East and Palestine with some distinction – his medals bars went right across his chest – but he was of the kind who never recounted war experiences and so there are only the three small, leather bound albums of box brownie type snaps to go by.

In a rare moment of togetherness, he once told me, “Look at that photo, James. The Germans were two mile up the road there.” It was the El Alamein Road, for want of a better description of the dirt track and a sign had been stuck in the roadside sand, proclaiming, “Advance at your own peril; Jerry’s awaiting you.”

My memories are from decades later, as a nipper down at the beach in summer in a 12 by 18 tent with a 24 by 24 canopy stretched taut above it, all the other campers stretched up and down the foreshore and not a care in that sun-drenched world. He hardly ever went for walks, electing instead to sit on the camp stool and gaze out over the sea, whilst I was out skiffle-boarding or sailing on a surfboard with a raised beach towel or whatever.

The rain would pour down quite often and he’d be out there, with my help, digging trenches around the tent, water running off down the slope and he’d tell me not to touch the calico tent walls, as the rain would come in at that point. All food was in the icebox and we had a porta-gas stove and lamp.

His skills were as a painter for what is now Telecom and he’d been a carpenter before that, having built our house and just about everything in it, as well as other people’s edifices. Despite my humble origins, I had a public school education, which both my parents scrimped and saved for and so I write now in this most unhumble manner and can do nothing about that. I remember my roots though.

There were various stays back in England - my aunty had a lovely house near Ilkley Moor and that was my centre of operations until I made my own way in life – followed by stays back in Australia. Eventually I came back here for good but that is another story.

Another memory I have is of him sitting in the large brown chair, which nobody else sat in, drumming his fingers on the armrests and drinking tea. This had to be a rare moment, as he was always in the garage or shed building something or other and his tools were in immaculate condition, each in its place on the garage lattice wall and jars of nails, screws, bolts and so on along the bench.

I remember his metal comb for his full head of hair he kept till the end, which is more than I can say for myself and I should have been more vigilant after he died as my mother was one of the “clearers out” of the world and practically all memorabilia was thrown out at the time.

He was a dour man and my mother's vivacity was a nice counterpoint to that. About the only joke he ever told was that old chestnut about the garage doors needing painting badly but he certainly appreciated comedy programmes like Alf Garnett, On the Buses, Fawlty, Yes Minister and so on. I got the impression he didn’t like Australians, as most Brits don’t and yet he chose to spend his remaining days there. He’d cheer for the English cricket team but then would support the Aussies in rugby.

I’ve obviously inherited this and more and in the world cup a few years back, watching it at a Russian gym, one of the Russkies asked me whom I was supporting. I can remember being in a real quandary over that one and decided to just enjoy the match, which was a rip-snorter as you’d recall, with Johnno putting on the final points.

Not to put too fine a point on it – my father was a very sick man, physically. Emphysema, hepatititis and a number of other complications eventually brought him down and when he did succumb, it turned out he’d been suffering for the past three decades, in great pain, it seemed.

My mother was nearly a decade younger than my father and both had had me very late in life – I don’t know what they’d been doing during all those years after the war. Many people would be surprised that this particular birthday was or would have been his centenary.

G-d rest his soul.

[poll closed] most remembered people in the world

In a staggeringly popular poll, [6 votes after seven days], the results were:

Jesus 4;
Mohammed and Hitler tied on 3;
Confucius, Tutenkhamen, Stalin, Paul Gascoine and Rolf Harris tied on 2.

Tied on one vote each were Shakespeare, Genghis Khan, Marco Polo, Rameses, Osama Bin Laden, Nelson Mandela, Ubermouth, Hilton, Gandhi, Napoleon, Harry Hill, Lionel Blair, Madonna, PJ Proby, John Lennon, Chairman Mao, Jimmy Shand and Gordon Brown.

On absolutely no votes at all, not a sausage, were the Beckams, Wayne Rooney, Princess Di, George W Bush or Babe Ruth.

Where in the world?

Where in the world?






Clue: Sicko

Answer: Here.

Interesting video especially from 3min 30secs in.

[airports] you thought heathrow was dangerous

Try Juancho E. Yrausquin [above] ... or Princess Juliana International, St Martin Island [below]:



Check some of the others here. Just trying to keep up to speed on these, you know.

[rough justice] they don't muck around downunder

Students went on the rampage in the city so:

An exclusive Melbourne boys school has suspended its entire year 12 group after end-of-year high jinx resulted in one student being taken to hospital and complaints of drunken, disruptive behaviour by neighbours.

This is in the period coming up to exams and at Year 12 level, that's not so good. There'll be a lot of bleeding-heartedness over this but the swot-vac is almost upon schools now anyway so it is not as dire as it seems. However, I'm a bit concerned about the drunken, disruptive behaviour by the neighbours reported here. Surely they need to set an example to the young tykes.