Month: July 2021

In his New York Times article, Crist Inman suggests that we should simply decide to stop being a collection and old fuddy-duddies with regard to genetic engineering. The article is behind a paywall, but here is the link to the first bit of Inman’s article on his own corporate website, https://organikos.net/2021/07/25/genetic-modification-in-moderation-appeals/. Inman’s company Organikos is a seller of premium coffees, for which Inman claims genetic engineering will be necessary to save the business from the impacts of climate change. With “organic” practically in the name of his company, and a Ph.D. in social enterprise, plus the calming NPR tones of a New York Times article, how could we not rest easy with Inman’s suggestion? In fact, he even clearly calls our fears “overblown.” Inman then suggests that the benefits of this genetic engineering will far outweigh our tree-hugging-style concerns over the integrity of natural genomes. Had I the desire to move beyond the pay-wall, I am reasonably sure that I wouldn not read a word from Inman about genetically engineering plants with scorpion genes to kill off insect predators. That’s the nature of the argument, and even the New York Times delivers on that promise with lockstep efficiency, the article shows a giant tomato blueberry with superpower-like health effects. We are supposed to not worry about how these human-engineered foods will fit into the natural world; these giant tomato-sized blueberries smeared over the face of a grizzly bear cub, or an insect that acquires attributes of that scorpion gene from the plant on which it grazes.

The ultimate promise of business-experts like Inman is that we have nothing to worry about because … well, because he told us that the only thing we have to fear is a blow to our food production from the air pollution, soil pollution and water pollution that we have made. But genetically-engineered pollution that can well leave its traces into the future of our planet’s natural genetics? Inman and the millions like him have decided to ride the genetic engineering bomb right into the ground, for better or worse, just like Major T.J. Kong. After all, why should it matter that actual measurements show that the promise of genetic engineering has failed to produce the benefits that we were promised? https://www.ucsusa.org/resources/failure-yield-evaluating-performance-genetically-engineered-crops

In the market of progressive ideas, we don’t need to worry that GMOs apparently can’t outperform Mother Nature as promised, we simply need to move the goalposts and declare a victory … it’s not that GMOs will feed the hungry any longer, but now it’s that GMOs will bring us everlasting life and allow an “organik” coffee industry to grow profitable beans regardless the climate. Why lose sleep over polluted air, soil and water, when we simply need to genetically redifine the plants themselves to grow just hunky dory in these contaminated conditions?

The disinformation campaign from the genetic engineering industry is now coming fast and tight. The industry has cunningly planned on the message of its sterling future to be delivered not by scientists who can vouch for some level of safety in the next latest and greatest thing. Rather, entrepreneurs with alluring smiles, casually-tossed hair and shapely limbs now need to only to make a political connection with the mark, and the job is done. “If you like progressive politics, you’re going to LOVE genetic engineering!” And then us lefties and progressives need to contract a case of selective amnesia, like a plot device coconut that falls on Gilligan’s head … we need to forget our concerns, tilt our head back in rapture, open our arms and accept our new sterling genetic savior.

From the measurements that actual scientists have taken, this seems a sufficiently well-thought plan … genetic engineering is sufficiently untraceable in its impacts that by the time our GMO warnings have become prescient, we will mostly be either dead and gone, or old enough to only worry that our applesauce improperly arrived before our favorite television game show, rather than after, as we have continually told the help.

The reality with the editors of the New York Times and experts like Inman, is that they don’t need to lose sleep over the chirality of nucleotides, and the torsional impacts on genetic backbones. They need not worry about these things for the same reason that a monkey need not worry about radio signals that warn of an impending hurricane … because when a reality is outside of our knowledge base, it simply need not exist any longer, and by the time the water is up to the monkey’s neck, it’s too late to do anything about it anyway, let alone learn to use a radio.

Gee-whiz engineering from a genetics lab left four million people dead? You old fuddy duddy, if you refuse your vaccine functionalized on genetic engineering than you are not one of us! Industrial pollution killed off some food? Get a grip old bugger, industrial genetics from the same people who broke the planet, will now fix the planet. And then perhaps at some point in the distant future, when the ham-handed mark of genetic engineering has contaminated all that exists on our planet, the little green men with the flying saucers will officially declare our planet a toxic-waste zone, one which needs to be avoided for fear of contamination. They’ll look into our past genomes, they might even see the beauty that we once had. Reminds me of an old joke …

A US government official interviewed an old Cherokee Chief. “Sir, you have observed the white man for many generations, you have seen our wars our progress, and our problems. In your opinion, where has the white man gone wrong?”

The chief replied. “When white man found this land, Indians ran it. No taxes. No debt, medicine was free. We fished and hunted all day, and then we had sex all night … only white men are dumb enough to think they could improve system like that.”

Editor’s note, we pulled these dictations off of the Notecorder DP-311. While the sound quality is good, Rick’s was apparently inebriated when he dictated these. As noted by brackets like these [ ], we have cleaned up the English a bit, and removed several profanities. These were pulled at short notice. We, the staff would like encourage a general boycott of both Frito Lay products and also Froneri products. While we are happy with the quality products that Frito Lay produces, we urge the company to work with all of their employee unions to encourage employee stake positions with the company, leading toward 51% employee-ownership of the company by the year 2040. As for Froneri (which includes Dryer’s Ice Cream) we believe that recent decision to rebrand “Eskimo Pie” ice cream bars as “Edy’s Pie” is a slap in the face to Native North Americans and First Nations tribal members. The originators of Eskimo Pie and its current eventual owners Froneri have made upwards of $3.6 billion revenue (adjusted for inflation) on the Eskimo-brand of products. This is wealth that they acquired not just because of the deliciousness of the ice cream, but also because of the exploitation of First Nations Tribes. We believe that this unlicensed branding of First Nations people is worth one-third of the profit on the $3.6 billion, which to our calcuations using industry-standard profit-cost models, comes to $400 million for the life of the product until it was now rebranded to Edy’s Pie, and which can be paid to First Nations tribal programs and business development. Previous endorsements of Eskimo Pie brand products by First Nations actors were neither authorized nor ratified. Our calculations followed the thirds, thus one third of U.S.A. sales since Russel Stover’s original branding of the product to 2021, and one-third of the “whiskey-drinking money” to the First Nations tribes that own the likeness and license of the “Eskimo-brand.”

[Tuesday is Prince Spaghetti Day.]

[I lose my Glass one day a week for the sabbath. It’s kind of like my tithe, it makes me feel good to lose it, as broke as I am, I feel like my faith takes a tiny bit of precedence, once per week, over my poverty and depression.]

[Did I ever tell you about the company I started with a proctologist from Los Angeles?]

[I just ordered my third used engine computer for my truck. The first one didn’t work, I sent it back. The second one didn’t work, going to send that back, now the third. If this doesn’t work, I have to buy the new one from the auto parts store, it’s $400. The used ones are less than half as much, but apparently I have to go through a bunch of them before I find one that works.]

[It’s strange, because even though my truck has a Ford Engine, it still seems to have some unique engine control strategies that are unique to the Mazda. Really odd, these U.S.-Japanese and U.S.-Italy partnerships. It’s almost as if the partnerships are specifically designed to exploit taxation loopholes. And I’m fine with that. I think that from an engineering perspective, mutli-nation efforts can set the bar for high levels of expertise.]

Editor’s note: The best laid plans of mice and men … there was so much profanity, racism, sexism, agism, antisemitism, and anti-Catholicism that we unfortunately needed to edit everything. We hope we have maintained the gist of Yukon’s words, if not the inebriated recitation of them.

You’re not going to find the answer you seek anywhere on this page, other than “Iceman X” by Robert Longo above, and the original music video for New Order’s Bizarre Love Triangle, also by Robert Longo.

Full disclosure, I do not own any Robert Longo pieces, though I wish I did. I’ll wager that I could have dug through a trash can at Hunter College back when I was tripping on LSD in the back of the storage closet with Amanda Reane, and probably found a sketch that he tossed in there. Longo was a force in that school back in the 1990s in a way that I’m not sure he really even cared. Hunter and Voorhees were probably the two cheapest art BFAs in the tri-state area. And here comes Longo, content to fulfill his Academic Torture Requirements (ATRs) with a bunch of broke-ass immigrants and children of immigrants from the top of some coin-op laundry in Flushing. I can’t guess to know what Longo was actually thinking there, maybe he was pissed? Maybe he loved it? Maybe he didn’t care much one way or another, because he already found the the combination lock on the contraband locker had been set to open quickly at a touch by its previous user?

But you see, Longo was, is and will be an artist. And that’s a position that physicians will likely see as useless to their practices. Not all physicians, but a sufficient number that when the shit hits the fan, they have such poorly developed skills of Nihilism, that they can’t … cope.

Longo was, is and will be an artist. If artists are blessed, they will rarely feel pain. If artists are lucky, they will feel pain in the sufficient amount.

Physicians aren’t built to these specifications. You’ve been trained as some kind of superhero, so when the structure fails, you will most likely adopt a retroactive position recenterizer that retroactively changes your past actions to your current opinions. It’s a remarkable tool, the recenterizer, ex-post facto or not. As convenient as the recenterizer is, it will do you no good. You may want to think like a physician in your failures, but in your successes, think like an artist. Take what little goodwill, money, tinned tunafish or nickle bag of Mexican pot, and put it aside. Because when we succeed, failure is around the corner. It’s the nature of entropy itself. That little bag of provisions might be what gets you through the next failure.

When you fail, keep those good thoughts near; you do good work, you help to save lives, you are paid well for your skill and knowledge. If you don’t know how to nurse yourself, watch the way one of the nurses or assistants in the ward, nurses someone who is in pain. Look at how they use their voice, their hands, their pace. If you notice the patient visibly calm, then the nurse has done to the patient what you will need to self-administer. Sometimes just a gentle touch can take away pain, it often takes very little. You’ll figure it out.

And then when you fail, you acknowledge the failure and build on that. Eugene Hutz said, “lack of failure is lack of talent.” Fail, and fart proudly. Other than your luxuries, it’s one of the few things for which you have to take credit, good or bad, to build something for which the world cannot move forward, due to its lack.

You failed, some people died. That happens. Next time you won’t fail and fewer people will die. You do need to understand this luxury however, this class to which you have ascended through your hard work and competitiveness. You have this position because we have become so sentimental over the remnants of this pointless life we collectively lead; we’re willing to let you be our gods for the promise to have our loved ones near for a little bit longer.

But this isn’t about us.

It’s about you. So, do you let this become your reality? Simply because we worship you as gods, do you believe that you are in fact gods, rather than someone with a modicum of hard work and competitiveness? When you mark the death certificate do you think to yourself, without fail, “how long would that old goat have lived if I hadn’t given the lot of them my powers of extended life”? If you believe you are without fail and error as a physician, you would be something like the minor league goalie who learned to fixate on the twitch of a wrist more than the eyes or the puck itself and then kill your career with a punch to the wall with your bare glove hand because your significant other pushed you to the edge of insanity and you blew up a contract that probably would have taken you to the Ottawa Civics.

Here’s the math …

There are about 500,000 physicians in the country. We have some average of accidental or unintended deaths in the U.S. Healthcare industry of about 250,000 per year. Something like 1/4 of all caregiver accidents are non-fatal. It may be something as simple as 100 milligrams of Prednisone instead of the correct dosage of 10 milligrams, and a little buzz in the ears, but nothing more too traceable to the mistake itself. And it can go all the way up to “Please tell me we didn’t almost kill a kidney donor, that was a close one.”

Say we double the 500,000 physicians to also include the other people in the line of fire who can screw up, like some nurses, or a pharmacist, or the physicians assistant who wrote the scrip with a 100 instead of a 10. So say we have 1,000,000 people in the USA who CAN make a major mistake versus (250,000 * 4) = 1,000,000 medial screw ups per year, with a quarter million of those actual deaths, and the rest not-deaths. That suggests that every average provider has about one screw up per year, with a 25% chance that it will be fatal. It suggests that in 6 years of practice, the physician will have a very low probability of never screwing up, assuming a relatively even distribution of skill in the industry.

There. So for the most part, there are two kinds of physicians;
A. Those who screw-up sometimes,
B. Those who fail sometimes.

You don’t have the artist’s training to work while in failure mode or screw-up mode. Art teaches how to work in failure mode, music teaches you operate in screw-up mode. But medicine sees failure and screw-up as things that can be engineered out of the system, rather than as an inevitable launching point of something incrementally necessary.

So, no answers here. You have done well, and the failures are part of the process. You can’t work without some failure. To learn from the failure, the first step is always to acknowledge that it is in fact a failure, and not some glistening mountain of peach and strawberry Jell-O.

It may pain a few of us medical boffins to realize this, but the reality is that there are a handful of nurses and paramedics in any given facility that have more specific expertise than any doctor in the joint. So when we consult with them, we should endeavor to shut up and listen to them. They’re actually giving us highly distilled field notes. It would take hours to get anywhere close to that volume of knowledge by reading the medical journals. They give us this information not because they like us, or because they respect us, or because they want to be like us. They give you this information because they think there is a functional probability that you will actually absorb most of it, find some of it useful, and then use that new knowledge to help their patients.

Funny thing about those NPCGs (non-physician caregivers) it’s as if their ability to disconnect from the realities of commerce in medicine gives them a kind of superpower to actually put the well-being of their patient and their patient’s loved-one as priority.

Enough of this hyperbolic nonsense. You are here because Dr. St. Clair sent you here. And as a physician, you are here to seek wisdom in how to handle these emerging truths in your practice that have put you at the crossroads of ethics and commerce.

Right?

Here’s what you do; nothing.

I don’t mean that as a joke, or as an insult, I mean that because “nothing” is sound advice that will allow you to fight another day. Yeah, a handful of you male physicians want to get shitfuck drunk with Rick Yukon, and a good number of you womyn physicians want good ol’ Rick “Atomic Clock” Yukon to calibrate your internal compass.

And I can promise you, as long as you don’t make it difficult for me to do so, I will help calibrate your internal compasses, ladies … one at a time, because a proper calibration takes a while and should not be rushed, but savored for the precision process that it is.

Apologies, I digress … do nothing. If you suspect that messenger-RNA vaccines that have been functionalized on genetically-modified organisms may present a potential danger to the patients that you live to protect, then shut the fuck up, gather your data, and when the time is right, publish your results. You will not be able to publish your results if your staff hates you and think you a dumb-dumb, nor if a chunk of your family has driven you from the ranch.

Most the people who can make your life miserable will never read an academic medical journal. The people who can read academic medical journals? Ninety percent of them will look at your data, and consider your findings with the merit that your findings deserve.

You are not an applied physicist. You may have a family, debt and obligations. You also have an obligation to your patients. You will be able to fulfill few to none of these obligations if you rock the boat with anything short of conclusions based on measured data. You are are not an applied physicist, the world does not hate you. You are a caregiver, the world thinks of you as a hero, and only a tiny handful of them will ever read your dispatches in The Lancet. Even if you start to take data now, say in an obstetrics practice, you’ll still be months away from peer review and publication. Once a few hundred others like you similarly publish, you’ll be safe, and then you won’t need to worry about damaging your career.

And you can luxuriate in your wealth and comfort, as your macro-biologist friend starts to see disturbing things about a bunch of dead birds with infected eyeballs. But don’t worry, the world hates them too, same as us physicists. They have the machinery to live broke, you don’t. You are are the relief pitchers for your patients, they’re going to need you. Stay loose.

You already know that we are ignorant and stupid for insisting on a non-GMO COVID vaccine, you’ve possibly said so yourself at some point. So, why are we so ignorant and stupid?

Your first step in understanding our ignorance and our stupidity, is to dispel a few of your misconceptions, so you can truly understand the depths of our ignorance and our stupidity.

Politics – Some of us are Bible-thumping righties, some of us are tree-hugging lefties, some of us are somewhere between. Due to your general disdain for us, a lot of us are a whole lot less concerned with politics than you are. For instance, I, Rick Yukon, am a lifelong progressive lefty, as many bartenders and cocaine dealers from Saskatoon to Apollo Beach can attest. I voted for Biden, but some of my friends voted for Trump. We tend to talk about life a lot more than politics.

Proclivity to Vaccinations – I am a lifelong fan of vaccines. Anything that would take me out of third grade class for an hour or an afternoon was well appreciated. I tend not to get flu vaccines because I tend to get the flu from them, but I’m fully onboard with my vaccination history for things like measles, mumps, rubella, smallpox, tuberculin, polio, diptheria, whooping cough, and tetanus. I vaccinated my own children and I have contributed a solid chunk of my drug and booze money to get vaccines to children in Developing Nations. I’m sure that of my fellow travelers are against vaccines in general, but I haven’t personally met any of them. Most of them seem to share some variation of my view that most vaccines are fine, but a handful of them are not.

Fear of Needles – I’ve yet to meet one of us who has decided against the COVID vaccination due to a fear of a needle. Not one. We object for other reasons.

Fear of Contemporary Medicine – There are definitely a few “flat earthers” among us, it seems to happen, I actually met one some months ago, she gave me the keys to her Mini Clubman and asked me to get the bag of weed that was in her glovebox. Interesting gal. But most of us, we’re okay with medicine. A few of us are physicians, nurses … I sometimes consult with medical research.

Those are the big ones. You might argue that we even somewhat represent a normal cross-section of regular people. So why are we so ignorant and stupid? We understand that many of you need to reduce us to a caricature in order to emotionally process our ignorance and our stupidity.

The one tie that seems to bind us, is the general concern about genetic engineering. Yes, we recognize that biologists who can modulate the genetics of an organism have a powerful tool. But like nuclear physicist who had the power of the atom, we have profound reservations about the safety of the modulations of these natural genetics. Some of us approach this concern from the side of physics, such as myself. Some approach it from chemistry, some from medical ethics, some from biology, some from epidemiology.

Some of us doubt the COVID narrative. Many of us do not, especially those of us who have crunched the numbers from public health data gatherers. I do not doubt, I am reasonably assured that nearly four million people died due to SARS-C0V-2, and that evidence increasingly points to these deaths as the result of a laboratory leak of a genetically-modified coronavirus, that was functionalized on human-chimeras, specifically mice that were genetically enhanced to have humanized immune systems.

So if you had to find the true smoking gun to our ignorance and our stupidity, it would most often be that we just watched four million innocents die to the mishandling of genetic engineering, and we are not willing to endorse this process and risk the fertility and safe reproductive biology of people who have been vaccinated with messenger RNA vaccines that have been functionalized on genetically-modified organisms. If some four million innocents died due to GMOs, we prefer not to double-down with more GMOs.

Those of us who are ignorant and stupid tend to believe that at some point, the response to a mistake is not to make an even bigger mistake. We pray that these GMO vaccines do not result in infertility or birth defects with the people who have taken them. But if there is a statistically significant connection between infertility, birth defects and this GMO-functionalized messenger RNA vaccine, we have little doubt that there will be those who will even more fully stress our ignorance and our stupidity. And it might work for a while, but ultimately, this tends to happen when natural nucleotides, protein structures and sugars are replaced by inserted genetics that do not match the torsional and chirality inputs of the natural nucleotides.

The Industrialists of China have found themselves in a position similar to the one in which United States of American Industrialists found themselves after WWII; they have nearly uncontested control of key industries. And like the USA, they have been shouldered with the hopes and dreams of their people’s future.

Like the USA in the 1950s, and like China in the 2020s, it seems that the “hopes and dreams” of the people will too often become the “imperatives of national strategy.”

And back in the 1950s, the Commies in China and Russia talked a lot of utter bullshit, but they did try to warn us about the dangers of letting of our national strategy trump the hopes and dreams of the people that actually put drill bit to steel and built the country. If we could have understood Chinese or Russian, we might have at least considered their warnings. But other than a few spooks at the Howard Johnson’s Motor Lodge, very few of us understood Chinese or Russian. Yeah, we heard and saw the same messages translated poorly into English, but they didn’t use words that carried any level of truth for us, so we ignored those. Had we could have shared some time with Ai Weiwei, we might have seen the truth. But in reality, the people of the 1950s were just as much an epic collection of dumb-asses as we are today. They sucked up disinformation like it was the super-concentrated Slurm that Fry was unable to extricate himself.

I suspect though, that had we actually spent some time with these people, we could have sifted the useful from the debris. But it was barely an option in the 1950s, perhaps by design, other than becoming a soldier or buying a diplomacy, there weren’t too many ways that a regular person could rub shoulders with these “Commies” that could have us lose our jobs, lose our friends, even lose our families. That’s a real fear that a lot of young people today have no real knowledge.

Those of you who know Rocksteady Eddy might have seen his YouTube video where he told his friends what happened when he had visited his extended family for a Fourth of July Picnic, they were all gathered around a beautiful red, white and blue picnic table out in the back pasture, family all around. And Eddy says “it was like a fucking Norman Rockwell painting, I shit you not.” I have to paraphrase a bit here, without actually pulling up the video, so I’ll do my best …

“I spent an hour or so talking to all my extended family, I see these folks once-a-year. It’s the 1950s, even the women seem to have businesses, and some do college or teach, all the men have big projects, everything from commissioning an aircraft carrier, to doing rocket design, industrializing an old family ranch up in Wyoming, good for a hundred thousand acres.” I’m paraphrasing all of this, but I’m trying to save the gist of the story here from Eddy, because it actually happened to him.

“So we all sit down at the table, I didn’t see one damn fly or even a mosquito, they must have soot potted the perimeter of the field, but I didn’t smell anything other than clean, mountain air. We’re all passing around these big plates of corn, even bigger plates of watermelon slices, potato salad, hot dogs, burgers, big jugs of pink lemonade. We’re all talking and everyone has a lot of fun. Then my Uncle Andy, it’s his ranch, he bellows over at me, ‘Edward, what’s this I hear about you going to China?’ So I tell him about my job, and then somehow I mentioned that due to a pipeline commission treaty between the Soviets and the Chinese, that our crew drove up to the border, filed our paperwork and drove up in Siberia and ultimately all the way into St. Petersburgh. I hadn’t wanted to mention it, but that road trip was the highlight of my career … we actually drove a convoy of geologic and pipeline inspection equipment through China and into Russia. To my knowledge it had never been done, and I was damned proud of it.”

I’ll continue his story to the best of my memory …

“Uncle Andy sets his eyeballs on me, and then it looked like something just snapped in him, the thin thread to held him anchored to the ground in the hurricane that was the inside of his head, it just snapped. And then he let loose on me asking me what I was thinking bringing my ‘Commie ideas’ onto my damned ranch?’ He’s foaming at the mouth by the this point, and I mean that literally, in that cavalcade of emotional collapse, I saw a little bit of white foam in the corner of his mouth, probably saliva that frothed up from the heat boiling off his body. At that point, I realized it was time for me to get the hell out of Dodge, Uncle Andy could have killed me with his bare hands just to save twelve-cents on a bullet.”

End of story. That was the reality of life back in the 1950s, you had to show the world that you hated Commies, or you would lose business contracts left, right and center.

We wouldn’t have been able to parse the wisdom from the propaganda even if we had the means and the will … fear will kick the shit out of means and will five ways to Sunday. Had we been able to parse that message and then adapt it to our own lives, we might have saved tens of millions of lives lost to that fear; children blown to bits or starved to death for the crime of not having the good fortune to have been born at the steps of a Norman Rockwell fantasy.

We didn’t learn until we finally priced ourselves out of the market.

So now China is in the position that we once did inhabit. The wealth from the Chinese Economic Juggernaut will not see a significant competitor for at least the next half-decade or so, if not longer, and the only real talent on the bench right now is Central America, which is currently in the process of working to protect their natural and cultural resources in a profound way, as part of their skyrocketing economy. The Tribes of Azteca and Inca seem well-positioned to someday assume the cursed cloak from China, and they will be better positioned than any culture in modern history to become wealthy without destroying their natural and cultural treasures. But for now, it’s China.

China has apparently decided that they no longer want to destroy their natural and cultural heritage to obtain their wealth. So they increasingly outsource their wealth production to Africa. And now, we need to warn them. We are still as linguistically limited as we were back in the 1950s, but the China understands us in a way that we could not understand them.

China sees Africa as a place of great cultural and natural wealth. And they are correct. China is a place of great cultural and natural wealth. But what China does not see in Africa, is their home. That has to change. If a Chinese-African loves his or her new home in Africa, then they need to protect that cultural and natural wealth in a way that the USA never did when we ran a commercial steamroller over the beauties and quirks of Europe after WWII. It took the Europeans a couple of decades to reclaim their histories from the Coca-Cola Levis Starbucks McDonaldization of their brains.

But in the case of Africa, the damage that is currently being inflicted on the African people, by the Chinese Economic Juggernaut, may be irreversible. Threatened species rely on those waters to stay clean and not be choked by tailing and debris from a Chinese Rare Earth Element or Lithium mine. Downtown Capetown has their ultrachill and sophisticated cultural touchstones that will be priced out of the market, but where can they move? Into the waves? Chinese resource money and Saudi oil money have pushed South Africans onto the beach, where they will soon live in homelessness.

The best laid plans of mice and men go oft’ awry. And many of these Chinese workers in Africa will end up living there until their final breath. They will raise Chinese-African children, they will cuddle Chinese-African grandchildren, and they will be licked on the face by a Chihuahua on the back deck of a Chinese-African home, with a view all the way to Cradle of Humanity itself. These views, these cultures, these rivers, mountains, skies and sidewalks of Africa — especially West Africa — the Chinese Industrialists need to see these as parts of their new home, and protect them with a fervor, even more so than their African neighbor protects them.

Yes, the world has run over Africa, we’ve stolen, looted and raped. But now China is in Africa, and they need to do things differently than we did; every mine needs to be invisible, every river needs to be cleaner than the day you arrived, the air needs to be even more clean than it was before you came. If you don’t want to do it this way, then the Tribes of Africa who were there before you came, they will demote you. There are millions of Tribal Elders of Africa, and they get along a whole lot better with each other when you pollute their rivers. So if you want to maintain your investment as long as possible, keep it clean.

Please purchase comics and art from Peter Bagge. Editor’s note, transcribed from a series of voicemail recordings, accuracy limited, inaudible components marked with one period per 2 seconds of speech. Pauses in the message have been marked by new paragraphs.

Hi gorgeous, this is the entry I promised. I can’t get to a computer or fax machine, so apologies for the extra work. The chirality at issue here is not with the DNA, it never was. I’m not going to discuss left or right chirality because of the imposition problems, so instead I’ll just use clockwise versus counter-clockwise. I remember that you asked me not to do that, but I have no choice on this one because I am not a biologist and I want to be sure that my physics-centered analysis is useful to your mostly non-physics audience . . it doesn’t matter as long as you use silver . . no thank you, no lime, no ice, no salt . . . Milagro is perfect, thank you . . on the room please . . that’s kind of you, but just the drinks are fine . . . I’ll have one of those too, but please use tequila in mine instead of rum. . . . . No, the shot and the tequila mojito, so three drinks total; the shot, her regular mojito and my tequila mojito . . . yeah, and two waters . . . I apologize, yes, the seaweed crackers too then. Thank you.

It never was the DNA, that’s a correction to your Telex. To my knowledge the DNA is always a counter-clockwise, I believe the term for that is homochiral. The point here is that I never claimed this on DNA in the first place, and I don’t necessarily see the genetic engineering as even capable of changing the chirality of the DNA, or the RNA, which would include the Messenger RNA. And I’ve not raised any alarms to the chirality of the DNA or RNA as a whole, but rather to the chirality of the nucleotides. My limited knowledge of this is that clockwise chirality of the nucleotide leads to the torsion in the structure. And to that I have to add the correction from the Telex as well . . . thank you, not a Telex, it was a fax. I had an Eisenhower Administration moment there. Contrary to the fax, I didn’t mention Z-DNA, again the larger structure is completely out of my area of expertise. My experience in this area is the sugar, carbon and biopolymer structures close to the Kelvin barrier for water, say about fifteen nanometers.

With that, I think we’re back in the saddle here. To my knowledge the nucleotide growth does not exceed the Kelvin barrier, and it seems that the Kelvin barrier seems to both hold these structures to their relative linearity, and also allows for the genetic encoding. It was important to me to get this onto the tape, because I’m limited with my ability to communicate with biologists, and I’m not interested at this point in my life to change that. That’s the warning I meant in the .

We’re back? Excuse me one moment angel, I’m doing the phone recording thing again. . . . I’m okay with the sun, but if you want to move over to the shade, I’m okay with that too. . . that was the warning that I included last time, it was that I’m not going to bridge this gap from physics to biology with any great efficiency, but that biologists rarely study the surface energy effects of these structures near the Kelvin barrier. So for the part that concerns me, I’ll just note that it concerns me, I’m not going to use the word danger except for dangers in my lack of communication on this.

We know from the density functional analysis that the balance between adjacent nucleotides produces a torsional effect that we can measure in the RNA structure, and that’s the concern with the manufactured DNA to messenger RNA production. Unlike the DNA, the RNA has unbound nucleotides. So the concern about torsional impacts on a healthy DNA is outside of my area of expertise. I simply include the chirality of weakly-bound nucleotides. Again, it’s not the backbone, it’s the not the sides of the ladder, it’s the steps on the ladder. And that was what we found with the electron microscopy, we were able to modulate the chirality of those steps with surprisingly low input potential, in my opinion, input potentials that . . . . . with the input potentials common to the process of keying the mRNA to the functionalized proteins.

That’s to clarify the previous Telex. I think this is going to reach the time limit shortly, so I’m going to hang up and call back on a new tape.

We’re back! I know these are hard to transcribe, so I’ll try to wrap this up.

I am concerned about the chirality and surface energy of unbound nucleotides because of what I’ve measured and others have measured. The current death count seems to have stabilized at a bit less than four million, the World Health Organization has now admitted to their mistake of ruling out the lab leak, we’re about halfway through the ninety-day White House discovery, and the news I’ve seen so far on my feed is that the so-called “Biden officials” have gradually leaned toward lab leak. From a purely temporal distribution, four million should be the cap, the torsional impacts on the mutated structures should even themselves out with time, and likely lower the infectious nature of the engineered coronavirus back toward natural harmlessness. It’s the torsional energy itself that dissipates through the mutations, that’s not so much biological as much as straight up classical electrodynamics of that structure evening out its energy. My concern from several months ago was the mRNA vaccine, because unlike a lab leak, that vaccine is fully regulated by the Food and Drug Administration, with each subsequent casting of chain identical to the first. That’s one of the lessons we learned from all those babies that were mangled from the Thalidomide disaster, we can’t let the laboratory conditions of manufacture change the macromolecule structure with dislocations or chirality shifts.

But in this case, the manufactured rigidity of the functionalized mRNA is going to hold those torsional imbalances for the life of the vaccine. The only thing they can do at this point without refunctionalization is to decrease or increase the dosages.

We did not apparently dodge a bullet with the genetic-engineered enhancement on the coronavirus itself. The desire to test these methods on coronaviruses rather than flu viruses, probably saved tens of millions of lives, even a genetically-engineered coronavirus is going to be far less deadly than a genetically-engineered flu virus, assuming population impaction to be similar. That particular GMO apparently led to some four million deaths, and I think this is going to be as far as it goes, because Mother Nature tends to pull potential energy from high torsions and place that energy into adjacent lower torsions. But that process cannot happen with the mRNA vaccine because each batch is manufactured fresh at the enhanced-potential.

Of course, none of this actually matters. If . . .

The best laid plans of mice and men, huh? Where was I? Undesired impacts from the mRNA vaccine can be added to the lab leak disease itself, because the envelope is poorly defined and I believe the only human control groups are specifically not part of the study. We will have reasonable records on gestational birth defects however, because the numbers on those are not subject to weak definitions. While a raft of birth defects from chirality distortions may in fact lead to a greatly revised public policy on these vaccines, I think it would take an impact density in fact equal to or greater than Thalidomide to get traction. And of course, if we’re lucky we’ll dodge that bullet and see low correlation to vaccinations and birth defects, or hopefully even near-zero correlation. The reality though is that Francis Oldham Kelsey is no longer alive, and it seems there are few to match her focus and critique over the current process. But the clock is ticking, we’re going to get some actual data on the impact to newborns by about January twenty-twenty-two. The gestational drip should peak by about July twenty-twenty-two. But fingers crossed that we see near zero correlation.

Lessee, all items checked. For the music, I think Junior Brown is still alive, maybe that one where you and I danced at that outdoor patio? I miss you Cass, I love you.