Our original plan was for Mrs S to simply return to Japan to handle all of her mother’s legal and financial dealings, because there was a house at issue, then return to Los Angeles.  She left on the 16th of October and the intention was to return on January 7th, so that her mother could have one final New Year’s with her before she passes on into the next realm.  She has a brother who has been living here all along, and throughout the entire 20 years that my wife had been living in the United States, it was understood that since she handled their father’s end of life affairs back in 1998 when he succumbed to throat cancer and since he was her mother’s favorite, that he would be the one to handle their mother’s end of life affairs.  Things simply didn’t turn out that way.  We had noticed last year in her annual 10 day visit that she was talking a little slowly.  Mind you, Okaasan (Japanese for Mother), was always tough as nails, no joke nor exaggeration, believe me.  We would often joke that she might outlive us, she was so tough.

At first, we thought it was simply that she was just getting old, but upon arrival to Japan, Mrs S realized that her brother wasn’t very useful and Ma didn’t really like his wife or how either one of them handled things.  She was a normal size and weight, the last she was with us, even looked okay.  She’s 77, but today she looks 97, as she had lost an alarming amount of weight.  Because she’d been having trouble swallowing, she simply wasn’t eating.  My brother-in-law and his wife were pretty much just showing up with a bag of takeout food and leaving it behind for her to eat, which wasn’t happening at all because of her swallowing difficulties.

When Mrs S arrived to Japan and started going frequent doctor visits with her, she implemented a treatment program of tube-feeding Okaasan directly into her stomach, as well as administering her medication in the same fashion and feeding her actual healthy foods.  Ma, she always preferred to just eat bread and fruit, but now she can’t eat fruit because the whole thing changed her taste buds and she lost her taste for sweet things.  She still wants bread, as a true bread fiend, and I must admit that I loved her bread.  She used to make fresh bread frequently, but in the long run, flour products aren’t healthy products.  We still let her have a little bread on the plate, but she doesn’t actually eat it.  It’s just there to keep the peace, whether she touches it or not, and for the most part it just sits there.  Which is good, because she shouldn’t be having bread anyway, since we’re pretty sure that her daily nonstop consumption of bread was an active contributor to the worsening of her condition.  I’m not saying that ALS is exactly like MS, but as someone who’s been thriving with MS for 9 years, I must say that it was mainly my food paradigm shift that allows me to thrive, even though I enjoy fun foods from time to time, myself.  But I digress.

After my wife left for Japan in mid October, I was alone in Los Angeles.  She’d gone a couple times to visit Japan on short trips, but three months was going to be a lot for the both of us to handle, as it was been the longest we were apart in the 15 years that we’ve been together.  In the beginning, I must admit that my separation anxiety just made everything worse for my wife than it actually was for me.  I wanted to Skype every day, but it just wasn’t feasible and it put far too much stress on my wonderful Mrs S., that could have had a permanent negative effect.  So after a completely ruined 47th birthday, I came up with the proposal that instead of Skyping everyday, we would just LINE each other daily here and there and Skype only once in awhile, and you know what?  Not only did that do the trick, but it saved our marriage, in fact, and our bond grew so much stronger because of this agreed upon decision.  Thank you, LINE!

But it was in mid November when my wife Skyped me, tearfully asking me to come to Japan for anywhere from one to two years whilst we helped her mother through her end of days.  Now, before you go saying, “hey, Stephen Hawking kinda held on a long time.”  Sure, this is true, but that’s because there was a breather installed that did his breathing for him.  The mind remains in tact, usually, for the most part with most people.  But my mother-in-law isn’t like most people, in fact she has a bit of a death-wish, as a widow of 20 years.  The late, great, お父さん, passed away from throat cancer in 1998, and my mother-in-law had been alone ever since.  She refused the breather, so this truly is an end-of-days situation.  Now, mind you, I’d been working as a ride-share driver full-time for the past 4 years for numerous reasons that I won’t be getting into just yet, but something wholly unexpected happened on December 3rd that kind of changed everything.  I got into a car accident, that really put a dent into our plan.

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Frank Zappa allegedly once said, “Hollywood is just the entertainment arm of the Pentagon.”  This is absolutely true, and what started as a joke often wasted on Facebook on numerous comment threads has ended up becoming an entire dissertation for me.  Zappa also said once that “government is the entertainment division of the military industrial complex,” which is also true.  Personally, I don’t like the term, Military Industrial Complex (M.I.C.), all that much because it’s just as much of a cynically calculated misnomer as the term “Corporate America,” in that it works as a red-herring to pull people off the scent of the actual issue of concentrated private power (A.K.A. feudalistic aristocrats/plutocrats hiding behind corporate structures, foundations, and think-tanks).

Were it not for Hollywood, military recruitment probably would’ve dropped even further, long before 9/11, believe me.  If not for Chuck Norris, Arnold Schwarzenegger, Sylvester Stallone, and Tom Cruise, they might’ve had to reinstate the draft after we attacked ourselves to start this current never ending War of on Terror, bringing me to the original source of my joke.  But rather than get all sidetracked into a lengthy digression about the Tavistock Institute of Human Relations, Stanford Research Institute, the RAND Corporation, and the social engineering shenanigans of the Hollywood studio system, I’ll just tell you my joke.

“If you ever wanted to know what the Anglo American Establishment was really up to, just watch 24, they’ll tell you.”

24, starring Kiefer Sutherland, is actually one of my favorite shows of all time for this very reason.  Because if there is one thing I can tell you about Fascists, they’re not exactly what I would call creative.  They pull the same gag over and over again.

“All you have to do is tell them they are being attacked and denounce the pacifists for lack of patriotism and exposing the country to danger. It works the same way in any country.”

Hermann Goering

Not to go all Building 7 here, but anyone with a rough idea of how the Hollywood studio system works already knows that a television show doesn’t just come out right away.  24 premiered in November of 2001, just two months after the September 11th attack. Incidentally, CDR Richard Marcinko, USN, SEAL was technical advisor to this show which coincidentally came out right after 9/11.  As an ex Navy guy familiar with old Demo Dick, I find it awfully coincidental that he was technical advisor to a one-hour, live-action, counter-terror drama series that was already developed, pitched most likely to several different producers long before finding the one who could actually walk it into a network like Fox, cast it, shoot it, and meet deliverables deadlines to be ready for broadcasting at too coincidental a moment in history to be anything less than a pattern.  Coincidentally, Dick Marcinko often crows about how he doesn’t believe in coincidence either, mind you. Those of you not familiar with Dick Marcinko, he was the founder of everyone’s favorite go-to SEAL Team of arbitrarily ignorant reference, SEAL Team 6 (now commonly known as DEVGRU).  Everyone’s favorite television counter-terror operative, Jack Bauer, is allegedly based loosely on his experiences.  I’m not sure how true that is necessarily, but I’ve read enough of his material to at least give this Internet rumor a little bit of credibility.  However, as I understand it he was only technical advisor to Season 5, but I digress…

But 24 is more than just a television series, it is without a doubt the finest imaginable salesmanship mechanism for not only the War on Terror but for the overall American political narrative as well, in that it’s helped to change attitudes, reinforce stereotypes, and normalize torture in the perceptions of millions of people whom normally would have found it morally repugnant less than 20 years ago.  One could even go so far as to call 24 a high rated torture porn, but we’ll get to that shortly.

I remember a time not all that long ago, where if you were to mention torture in casual company, it would’ve been frowned upon. But somehow, the Fox Television Network action-drama, 24, had this insidious way of bringing a pro and con torture debate into numerous episodes with the obligatory, “but we’re America, we don’t do that, it’s against the Geneva Convention,” etc., subsequently followed by, “but he’s got a bomb, he’s got a nuke, he’s got a virus, he’s going to kill the _______,” and torture would win the debate, even if it meant that old Jack Bauer had to “go dark,” with  everyone hot on his tail with shoot to kill orders nipping at his butt, just to get ‘er done.

Jack can get ‘er done, no?

To ensure that you forget that Jack Bauer just tortured somebody to get the doohickey that was going to blow up something or another, the bad guys will capture Kiefer Sutherland and give him a good torturing too, to further remind the American psyche that it’s okay to torture the bad guys because their guys are probably torturing our guys too, no?

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Some people think I’m crazy for saying this, but being diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis was the best thing ever to happen to me.  It was without a doubt, the single worst news I had ever received in the entirety of not only the 38 years before I was diagnosed, but the 9 years that passed since then.  I’ve had people that I loved dearly suddenly befall an untimely tragic death, or when my parents divorced when I was 14, both of which were emotionally heart-wrenching milestones of my life’s timeline, surely.  But compared to the first of a three doctor trifecta MS diagnosis, they were merely unfortunate events that just kinda sucked.  Horrible and devastating as it was, it was also liberating and empowering. But let me share with you what I went through in hopes that perhaps it can inspire you to take your life back too. Because after the initial shock, there’s the matter of taking your life back, not just from MS but from the doctors, from the insurance companies, and ultimately from your own previously conceived limitations and expectations.

The diagnosis process itself was a nightmare all its own because it seems like every typical doctor handles everything exactly the same way.  You come in and tell them what’s wrong with you and right away they start in with the drugs.  They don’t even necessarily know what’s going on inside of you or talk to you about what you have and haven’t been eating, your vices and habits, your disposition or possible stress sources that may or may not be contributing to your symptoms, and right away they go into the “let’s try this” routine and write up a script for your symptoms.  Not only that, but you’ll be put through the gauntlet as well. You’ll start with a general practitioner who referred me to an E.N.T. (ear nose & throat) specialist, whom referred me to a neurologist, before it was officially established that I have Multiple Sclerosis. By this time, the side effects of the smorgasbord of pharmaceutical drugs.  Steroids such as Prednisone for the pins and needles and whatever inflammation that was making me unable to tap my foot in an even rhythm nor play a piano scale two handed; motion sickness pills such as Meclazine for the incessant symptoms of vertigo I was experiencing; the nose sprays, Omnaris and Flonaise, for whatever polyps that the E.N.T., stated might be causing the absolute dentist injection level numbness on the entire right side of my face and head, and the injections of only God knows what directly into right side of my face to bring down the inflammation of the trigeminal nerve that might be causing my facial neuralgia.  You should’ve seen me, I was a wreck.  I was slurring my speech, getting double vision here and there, and couldn’t really function normally, not to mention that the steroids made me more than a little bit grumpy.

So, Mrs S, she says to me, “just humor me a little bit and stop using those nose sprays,” and I did.  Within 24 hours I was back to normal again. I was so irritated and frustrated that I stopped taking all the drugs and when my neurologist first attempted to treat me with yet another drug, I refused treatment for my first 10 months.  In fact, for the first year that I had MS, I had refused any kind of pharmaceutical treatment whatsoever.  I felt like these Doctors didn’t know dick about nutrition, didn’t even ask or anything, yet they wanted to treat me like a guinea pig and pump me full of all sorts of drugs based on conjecture and guesswork.  Well let me tell you something, this is why you should always know that no matter what television and media try to tell you, contrary to popular belief, doctors do not walk on water. I may have mentioned this on another post, but if you ever wanted to know just how badly you’re getting ripped off by your insurers and healthcare service providers, know that my wife accurately diagnosed me with MS before 3 trained and highly educated medical doctors, and my wife was an art major.  Let that little nugget sink in a moment.

I thought my life was all over, that I was all finished.  I thought that everything that I had ever dreamed of myself doing when I first came out to Los Angeles was never going to happen and that I’d end up alone in a wheelchair somewhere.  All sorts of emotions and memories can start racing through your mind when you get diagnosed with a disease that all mainstream medical professionals agreed is “incurable.”  I’d lived a lurid life before meeting Mrs S., sailing the seas of consequence since getting kicked out the Navy back in 1992 for smoking weed to mentally and emotionally process a major traumatic event that got 2 shipmates killed.  I’m not going to get into ten years worth of amusing Tarantino re-imagined Forrest Gump reboot anecdotes, but all I could think about was every skanky ass behavior, every nasty remark I’d ever made, every individual I’d ever hurt or made feel anything other than respected or liked.  In fact, every possible moment in which I had ever been anything other than a good and decent person raced through my head nonstop.  I couldn’t even think of too many moments, either, which took me down even further into a deep depression. I was crying almost all the time from October 2009 through about half of January 2010.

Mrs S., whom is like what you would get if you were to genetically splice Liz Lemon with Chloe O’Brien, and Daria, no exaggeration, truer words have never been written.  But she

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picked me up some books from Amazon, which I’ve observed is usually the first thing a lot of people do after they’ve been diagnosed with MS.  They pick up a bunch of books on Multiple Sclerosis because according to Rumor Control Central, it usually starts with the MS diets, of which we’ll go into detail along the way in subsequent posts.  But I kinda started out with the Swank diet, which of course started me on an anti-fat crusade that had us doing a lot of measuring and limiting my consumption of oils and fatty foods, which is a halfway decent place to start, sure.  But I was still dealing with all sorts of symptoms, too many to digress into details.  But when we purchased Healing Multiple Sclerosis, by Ann Boroch, on Amazon, my eyes had really opened to something that everyone forgets is slowly killing you 24/7, sugar.  I learned about how MS and a whole laundry list of other autoimmune conditions such as ALS, Fibromyalgia, Hodgekin’s Disease, Lupus, Leukemia, and Rheumatoid Arthritis, are directly or indirectly caused by Yeast/Fungal Overgrowth, particularly candida albicans.

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We’ve all heard that old school phrase before, “you are what you eat.” Surely somebody’s mother if not your own or a teacher or television character somewhere on down the line in your life must’ve uttered the phrase, “you are what you eat” in your presence , no? But let me ask you something. What in the hell have you been eating? Ya know, I’d actually always known that I had been eating bad for for a long time, I really did. But like an STD, everyone thinks it’s okay to go rough-riding Johnny Bareback with their talan-talans all willy-nilly, thinking it won’t happen to them just before they get burned. Well the same applies after a lifetime of Pizza Hut, McDonald’s, Taco Bell, KFC, Burger King, Domino’s, Wendy’s, Popeye’s, Coke, Pepsi, Sprite, 7-Up, Mountain Dew, Snapple, Gatorade, Sobe, Campbell’s, Sara Lee, Cheeto’s, Doritos, Frito’s, Tostito’s, Snickers, Twix, Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, and M&Ms, supplemented by arsenic infused mass produced factory farmed chicken that’s further complemented by genetically engineered and hormone injected beef and pork, and cheese, cheese, more cheese, and before I forget, cheese whiz. But it will happen to you eventually and probably is already is happening to you currently whether you’ve realized it yet or not. Everything that you are eating is specifically designed to kill you slowly, and slowly but surely indeed it will kill you if you aren’t eating correctly. I know very few people with the personal discipline to take total control of their food intake to ensure that they’re truly eating clean It’s not cheap to eat healthy, but at the end of the day your health is essentially all you’ve really got in this world. It’s your primary asset unless you’re one of those people with the mind that can function beyond the necessity for functional mobility, and still, who wants to be that guy? Nobody I know, surely not me. What is the point of achieving the height of wealth, personal fulfillment, and success, if you won’t live it comfortably in good health? Why get rich or successful at all if all you’re going to end up doing is having a bunch of doctors, pharmacists, and health insurance cartels literally eat you up like a school of hungry piranhas? Ask yourself, is the food that you eat actually eating you from within?

For me, it all started a long time ago when I was bar-tending at an Italian restaurant in Manhattan Beach. I have a certain charm that would magically award me a big piece of tiramisu from the pastry chef almost daily when my back was turned. I had ballooned up to an unforgivable 196lbs, which at just under 5’6″ is more than a little thick. I had heartburn all the time, waking up nightly with stomach acid splashing the lower extremity of my esophagus, eating an unconscionable number of Tums or Rollaids on the regular.  I wanted to lose weight.  Before this job at the restaurant, I worked at Gold’s Gym in Venice Beach, which was an experience in which a random job saved me from myself only to get myself caught up in shenanigans stemming from my sudden popularity with the local cougar community, but I digress.  I realized at the time that I was a soda addict and that I was drinking more soda than water. I weened myself off of soda by buying Perrier or Pelegrino sparkling water and mixing it in with a splash of cranberry juice cocktail. It took about a month, but that was my first step in weening myself off from my soda addiction.

The USA is under a severe healthcare services affordability crisis right now. Had you ever entertained the notion that perhaps the system is acutely strained with rising costs in everything from visits, to treatments, to tests, to prescriptions, to insurance, to imaging, to even so much as talking to a person live on the telephone, because the American public doesn’t eat actual food? The road to salvation lies within recognizing the fact that this is no accident. If you ever find yourself wondering how to control 300,000,000+ people with access to firearms, just remember that more often than not it’s our vices that kill us in the end.

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Do you remember the taste of the baby food that you were fed when you were a baby or toddler? I know that I surely do not. But if there is one thing that puts a smile on almost everyone’s face, my best guess would be the sweet taste of sugar. Salt might come in an uncomfortably close second place. I had always known, maybe not perhaps always, but since the early 1990s when someone had given me an old book called World Without Cancer, by G. Edward Griffin, that there was something going on in this country that some folks might also call a control mechanism. Unfortunately, at that time I hadn’t gotten my hands yet on Sugar Blues, by William Duffy, just yet, so I hadn’t quite made the connection. But in the end, I learned the hard way that sugar is without a doubt the most dangerous substance that I know of.  Yeah sure, I know about “the opium epidemic” that is the United State of America these days, but it doesn’t come close to the killer of all killers and the most addictive substance you aren’t hearing enough about, and that’s sugar.  I know that opioids like heroin, morphine, and the like possess a characteristic of physical addiction by storing itself in your pituitary gland. But here’s the thing, heroin can kill you right away on your first try.  So yes, I will concede that it is more immediately dangerous to just about anyone. But happy people don’t necessarily want to use heroin, nor do they want to use cocaine, but that’s a conversation for a completely different thread altogether, promise.   Sugar, on the other hand, kills more people than heroin, more people than cocaine, more people than cigarettes, and more people than red meat, and yet nobody seems to have too much to say about that. Why is that?

Ultimately there’s a reason for all of this, and you’re probably not going to like half of the shit I’m going to say over the next several posts.  But I would like to help you better understand what you’re actually up against.  What you’re really up against is a system that is designed to own your ass from cradle to grave in a country in which you are allegedly free.  I will be asking this over and over, so I’ll just start here… How do you control 300,000,000+ people with access to firearms?

Get ’em while they’re young, that’s what I always say. It starts off quite subtly in most peoples’ lives from the very start. When I asked if you could actually remember the taste of baby food, I was referring to the fact that Gerber was the baby food that I had and that Gerber is a Nestle owned company. Nestle, the very same company who’s company slogan is that “water is not a human right.” I even remember the cute little baby on the jar and the fact that old school glass baby food jars have a multitude of uses. Here’s the thing, though. Store bought baby food is really bad for you and is loaded with shit that you wouldn’t want in your own body, let alone your baby’s.  Pesticides could be in that applesauce you’re feeding your little tyke if you’re not watchful. But that’s not even where I’m going with this, because it wasn’t until I actually got sick and had to change the way I consumed foods that it really dawned on me.  I was with my wife, wandering around a CVS, and as I was meandering aimlessly down the baby products aisle that every drug store has, I noticed this…

As if the earliest developmental stages of a child’s life weren’t already a bad enough time to begin a systematic process of toxicity buildup, it gets even worse. The moment a child is old enough to feed himself or herself, what does the average American parent stock the cupboard with? Usually the same shit that they feed themselves, and more often than not, they don’t change their habits. They only get fatter and older and more unhealthy after years upon years of toxicity buildup. From early on, most of us who were born within the last 50 years or so have been pumped full of toxic additives, preservatives, pesticides, and artificial sweeteners.

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I’m not trying to be the buzzkill here, but you really need to understand exactly what you’re up really against. They’ve got people eating a bunch of toxic foods from the cradle and are “graduating” babies and toddlers into salty snack addiction and sugar addiction in the earliest developmental stages of life, building up toxicity into adulthood. At the end of the day, the goal is to bring you right here,

and keep you coming until they’ve sucked you dry of all your fortune and all your health. It’s no coincidence that healthcare services are at an all time high, right along with health insurance premium rates and coverage is at an all time low. The object, at the end of the day, is to completely keep you at the mercy of not necessarily “the government”, but to “the system.”

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One of the first observations about the United States that Mrs S., had mentioned to me many years ago was that it seemed like there was a donut shop on every corner.  Interestingly enough, I’d lived in Los Angeles for 25 years and it had never actually occurred to me until she pointed it out.  Then again, truth be told she’s a tad bit more visually observant than I am.  That’s why she made detective and they booted my bumbling incompetent ass off the force, but I digress…

If I had a dollar for every time somebody told me that addiction was a disease I could finance a Tom Cruise movie and get Martin Scorsese to direct.  Okay, I’ll bite, but before anyone goes getting all uppity on me over my having said that, I’ll just put it all out on the table.  I have experience with addiction, myself.  I’ll start earlier and not so juicy.  I started smoking cigarettes at the ripe old age of 10 and developed a habit of smoking one to two packs a day until I was 32.  Not only that, but I also used to do a lot of cocaine for more than two years, doing anywhere from $40 – $80 per night all by myself, with an ass-pocket bottle of bourbon to keep me from going over the edge.  Every single night that I would find myself sitting in my car parked outside of St Nick’s on 3rd in L.A., trying to talk myself out of it.

“why are you doing this to yourself?”, I’d ask.

“You know this is killing you.  Are you really so sad that you’re willing to die alone in your shitty little apartment over some blow?”

“All you gotta do is put your key back into the car and just go.”

Then I’d stick my quarter in the payphone right outside the joint and say, “two invites, I’m right outside,” and dude would come out and we’d do our deal and I’d go home to wallow in my own misery.  But guess what, all of that was a choice.  One day I decided that I didn’t need that shit in my life anymore.  I threw out a brand new pack of cigarettes and stopped smoking cigarettes and doing cocaine on December 19, 2003, and haven’t looked back since.

But that’s not what this essay is about, is it?  It’s about a different kind of addiction.  It wasn’t difficult for me to quit doing blow and puffing smokey treats.  I just up and quit, no problem.  No meetings, no therapy, no gum, no patches, no hypnosis, no cravings or self defeating inner dialogue.  But you know what was harder?  The hardest thing that I’d ever done was to quit using sugar.

When I mentioned it at the top of the page about there being a donut shop on every corner, it was when I was struggling with quitting sugar that I realized just how addictive that stuff truly is.  I was driven to stop using it because I needed to detox my entire system after I was diagnosed with MS.  Make no mistake, processed sugar is a drug, and it’s in practically everything.  MS and many other conditions are connected to candida yeast overgrowth, and candida feeds off of sugar, so I had to starve my system of all forms of sugar.  I didn’t even eat fruit, except for blueberries, for more than six months.  I had to read every label of every food that I ate, not to mention that I had to quit using flour products, processed foods, dairy, basically everything that tasted good.  However, it wasn’t until I was at a grocery store checkout aisle when I realized something incredible.  The mental process that I was going through every time I was standing next to all those delicious and tasty Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, Snickers, M&Ms, and Twix bars at the checkout was identical to the mental process I was going through outside St Nick’s when I was trying to talk myself out of buying some cocaine.  It dawned on me, that there’s a reason that sugar is in practically everything.  It was the first time I realized that The Man wants you to get sick.  It’s not like heroin or cocaine, the drugs that can actually kill you on your first usage.  It’s happened many times, first time users who were experimenting with hard drugs like coke or heroin ended up dead.  But sugar, it’s sweet, it’s delicious, it’s addictive, and it has long term ramifications.  Between the sugar industry and the medical industry, they’ve got you coming and going.

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Surely by now if you’ve already read more than one of these “health” category blog posts, you would’ve seen the question by now.  Have you asked yourself yet? If not, I’ll ask again.  How do you control 300,000,000+ people with access to firearms?  Well, in the spirit of intellectual honesty, allow me to concede that by no means are there 300,000,000 gun owners.  Only 3% of the population own 1/2 of the 310,000,000+ guns in the USA, and the actual gun-owning population still doesn’t exceed 40% of the US population.  But this is a post, not about gun control nor gun rights, but about controlling a population with unprecedented freedom and liberty among all other nations.  It’s not as difficult as one might assume, probably because any notions of liberty and freedom in the USA being preserved simply because we’re allowed to purchase, own, possess, store, and shoot firearms of numerous varieties from coast to coast plus 2 are naively motivated in false senses of nostalgia over past historical events that the majority of us didn’t participate in or were manipulated or coerced into participation.  But again, I digress, because this actually is a post about health.  My health, your health, the health of your friends and family, the health of the nation, up to and including the people that we may or may not like individually.  The answer to my question is actually in the painting at the top of the page, can you see it? It’s the system that’s staring you right in the face every single day, calling out to you all day long.

NEWSFLASH, it’s not a conspiracy, but at the same time it’s not, not a conspiracy.  It’s been a long standing joke at our home, “if you ever wanted to see what the Anglo American Establishment is up to, just watch television.  They’ll tell you.” If you hadn’t already read my previous essay on how you could apply that joke to real life, >>CLICK HERE << because our television lineup isn’t just national and geopolitical narrative based but also market based.  But let me ask you something, how many times have you seen this commercial on the telly?

To tell you the truth, it’s been my observation and experience that most Americans take their “freedom” and liberty for granted and tend to place limitations on the liberties and freedoms that we really do possess in this country of ours, despite all the politically motivated restrictions, regulations, and self-imposed limitations.  But rather than truly exercise them, Americans mostly limit their freedoms and liberties to the right to all-you-can eat, the right to watch TV as late as they want, and the right to get drunk. Anything beyond that, well after opining about their rights to own firearms to protect themselves and their families from the government, if you ask about marijuana, ecstasy, cocaine, or LSD, they’ll remind you that it’s against the law and the law is the law.  But all day long, over and over again, somebody like Larry the Cable Guy might appear on your television (or device) to remind you that in America, we have choice and that freedom of choice is what makes America American.

Immediately after Larry the Cable Guy just told you that America’s awesome, and that you can eat all you want if you just take the little pill, you won’t get heartburn in the first place, what comes on next?  Oh you know this one…

quickly followed by a reminder that your appetite is absolutely insatiable, but if you go to one of their other restaurants, you can eat as much as your growing belly can be stuffed with so that the $21.99 you just blew on that Prilosec OTC that Larry’s jury-rigging cable-thieving ass just sold your fat ass only two commercials ago will come to good use.  So eat all you want, they’ll make more…

What’s more American than apple pie?  Oh that’s right, BEER!  Just what the body needs to go with all them baby back ribs, pasta, and those bread-sticks that Olive Garden’s so famous for.  Interestingly enough, nobody plays the ‘Murica “patriot” card more than the All American King of Beers, Budweiser by Anheuser-Busch InBev

As if it weren’t already bad enough that we’re giving our children immune system compromising and mucus making milk in this country, which is only supposed to be consumed by baby cows, incidentally.  Why not feed your developing child some behavior modifying and immeasurably addictive sugar with some equally addictive added chocolate which was ironically was harvested by enslaved children, to further make parenting easy?  Here, check it out!

No, you’re not fat, you’re just big boned.  Here, have some of this deliciousness from the actual “#1 Mexican restaurant in America”, just watch what they’ve got in store for you!

I could go on and on, but ultimately all these commercials lead right here.  You can deny it if you wanna try it, but just like all roads lead to Rome, all roads lead to your ultimate enslavement to the system, their system. It’s all about control.  When I repetitively asked, “how do you control 300,000,000+ people with access to firearms?”, I’m hoping that by now you’ve figured out that this is pretty much precisely it.  These are the chains that you simply do not see in a system of control that offers unprecedented freedom and an illusion of security. But there is no security and all security systems were nothing more than systematically normalized systems of coercion that we didn’t notice because we were too busy looking for other bogeymen that we failed to notice that those systems of surveillance and control weren’t put into place to protect us from terrorists but to protect the controllers from us.

I don’t propose that I have all the answers, but one thing’s for sure.  Their system of control is pretty much based on turning Americans into livestock by making them fat, sick, tired, lazy, fidgety, drunk, and broke or just two paychecks from ruin at all times.  There’s a reason individual health insurance coverage that offers right and proper protection is more than your rent or mortgage. Just like there’s a reason that you have no choice but to sell out any and all hopes and dreams to the slave and grind of a 9 to 5 at a big company with great health insurance, as opposed to being able to purchase great insurance at an affordable rate.  It’s about control, and your physical health is their hostage, the chains that you cannot see.

It is now the my 20th day in Japan, and I just realized how remiss I have been in my blog-posting duties.  I told myself that I would be blogging more often, but so much had happened since I last posted that I feel there is a tremendous need to fully catch everyone up on what’s been going on since I last posted.  Firstly, let me apologize to those of you who’ve actually been reading my posts since I first started this blog.  To be more truthful, I started blogging long ago under Venomoftheday, but I’ve since made the mistake of attempting to add WooCommerce to my blog pages over and over again.  This mistake gave me the distinct pleasure of having the entire screen turn white and losing everything that I had previously posted.  Thus, I had to completely erase all of my previous work and start all over again.  This had happened with hotdogandbun.com/ericsandoval, hotdogandbun.com/venomoftheday, hotdogandbun.com/themanincorporated, and hotdogandbun.com/stuff, over the past few years.  I’d lost some of my best written material, yet I’m not a quitter, even if I admittedly am a slow mover.  I truly enjoy the written word, and though I tend to write more political and social commentary and criticism, my true passion is in fiction.  I’ve written four screenplays, developed a 13 episode series bible for a television drama about transnational criminal syndicates operating within the United States, produced around 20 stop-motion animations of which some are shared on this blog-zine, produced 2 live-action short films, and wrote a couple plays of which I have yet to get up on the stage.

But allow me to fill you in on what’s happened since I last posted.  Back in late August of 2018, my wife (whom I prefer to refer to as Mrs S.), and I received the news that her mother had been diagnosed with Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis (A.L.S.), once commonly known as Lou Gehrig’s Disease.  However, since most people nowadays don’t even know who Lou Gehrig actually was, (American professional major league baseball player, nicknamed “the Iron Horse”, who played for the New York Yankees for his entire 17 season career with 6 World Series under his belt, made All Star 7 times in a row, Triple Crown winner once, American League MVP twice, hit 493 home runs, was elected into the Baseball Hall of Fame, and was so chingon that he was the first baseball player to have his team number, #4 to be permanently retired when he retired from baseball), most people these days simply refer to it as A.L.S..  In fact, up until last year’s absurdly narcissistic social-medial self promoting Ice Bucket Challenge campaign on YouTube and Facebook, I only knew it as Lou Gehrig’s Disease, but I digress.  Once we’d received the news, my wife had to start making arrangements to return to Japan to settle affairs.

MORE TO COME…

An apple a day keeps the doctor away. Remember that? I grew up believing that statement and it ended up costing me dearly.  I was juicing apples everyday thinking that it was good for me.  You know, it’s “all natural”, right?

“Milk, it does a body good.” Remember that little doozy? Maybe not, you might not be that old.

Back when I was a kid, Health Education was always a requirement. You had to take Health to graduate both middle-school and high-school. We were taught about the 4 Basic Food Groups.

1. Dairy group
2. Meats group (fish is meat, folks)
3. Fruits & vegetables group
4. Bread & cereals group

We were indoctrinated into believing that you’re supposed to have a little something for all four of the food groups at every meal.  Breakfast became the most important meal of the day when I was a kid.  I don’t know how it was for the kids raised  before the 1970s and 80s, just my generation.  What was everyone’s favorite thoughtless breakfast food to let their kids serve themselves?  Cereal, of course, and since it was served in a bowl of milk, there’s 2 of the 4 groups right there.  Add banana slices to the cereal with a few strips of bacon, and you had all 4 of the 4 basic food groups covered right there already.   We knew eggs were bad for you, but you could always count on Madison Avenue to follow the Edward Bernays propaganda model.  Have a look. 

Later on, and I think we’re still rolling with this one, the Food Pyramid seems to have become the go to indoctrination mechanism.  But before we go getting into any pontificating or finger pointing, understand that you alone are responsible for your own health choices.  I’m just letting you know what you’re up against so that you can make better ones.  I’m not trying to tell anyone that I know everything because I’m not a nutritionist, only an individual who knew better anyway and didn’t make good choices when I knew better and ended up developing multiple sclerosis because of it.  People have a tendency to follow the experts when it comes to health experts.  But when it comes to health experts, just remember one thing…

MORE TO COME…

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