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.
Editor’s note, this interview was transcribed from the afore-mentioned Olympus Note Corder DP-311. The recorder was hidden inside of an African Lunchbox by GhanaMats. Therefore, the sound quality is sometimes noisy, when the Achacha reeds in the African Lunchbox rustle against the cloth-wrapped recorder. When we can’t reliably affirm the words use, we included one dot per 2 second interval.We made no attempt to discern different voices, we simply transcribed the words as discerned.
………….. It’s to the left, next to the Buffet Table. … If there is enough time, that’s the plan. Try the coffee though, it’s made in a percolator, so delicious, it tastes like the coffee that they had after the Yom Kippur service when I was a kid, and the only Stella D Oro cookies that were left were the ones without sprinkles or jelly. There was a fairly strict cookie order back then, it was a reverse-age selection. The old folks ate the ones that were nearly like bread, the teenagers ate the ones with the sprinkles and the children and mental incompetents ate the jelly cookies.
We plan to have the guests come through that door for the coffee and cookies, we have about half an hour for them to discuss over coffee and then I’ll announce that the Senator plans to give a quick intro to the plan. He’ll need about ten minutes for the intro, we’ll bring on the Principal Investigator for thirty minutes, and then I’ll announce that our next speaker was unexpectedly sent back to D.C., so I’ll just say something like “let’s break early, I opened the bar, and I’ve covered all the tips for all you cheap bastards, so I fully expect and demand that you drain our bar of alcohol and non-alcohol, but please leave some of those Japanese Seaweed crackers for me. I love those.” I’ll say that, and then we’ll have to pay the kitchen staff double, because I just moved up their schedule by an hour. But we need more time to socialize and drink. I think they get the gist of what we need them to do here, no point in delaying their drunken orgy much longer.
We good?
Good. Now, we have how many internals? . . . Six. Fuck me dead, Alex, sugar, I love you, I want to put a baby inside of you, I want you to have every bit of the life you want, but if you expect me to put out for you with my gorgeous manly body every night, you can’t load me up like this. I need to save my intellect and cunning to bring you to the apex of human existence when we’re done with this fucking thing for the night. I can’t rush these, I think I can manage three. Who do you have? . . . Tell Anna that I have to delay her internal. I’ll give her a solid ten minutes on internal the next time you two hang out. Give her my apologies, but please tell her honestly, I know she’s not going to get pissed at me if I trade her five minutes now for ten minutes later. Same with Doug. Tell him I’ll give him ten minutes at the skate park next time we’re out there. Straight ten minutes, cell phones off before the timer clicks. Okay, and Amy. Fuck, I have to do Amy, I owe her an internal from last time. I have to do Rocksteady Eddy and Dr. Redcloud. Shit, so that leaves my internal. I never get my fucking internal. Cut me off, I’m cool. Okay, so that’s Amy, Eddy and Redcloud. Thirty second cooldown, let’s get this shit done, gorgeous. Go …………….. Okay. Pull ’em in, pull ’em in. … This table, that asshole Rick has a tape recorder hidden over here somewhere, he’s going to blackmail me into giving him a 2002 Hyundai Accent. We’ll do it here, pull ’em in.
Dr. Redcloud. Good to see you again. Business okay? Family okay? Tribe okay? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Yes? I don’t know if that’s the answer you want or not, but our measurements and tests suggest that the technology is fully feasibly and shovel ready in two years minimum. I am about 90% confident in the basic technology and 50% confident in the team. If necessary, we can step in at the end of Year One. Will you need help from this office for your project? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Very well, thank you. If that situation changes, please shoot me a text message. We have some resources here, but your willingness to handle the whole thing helps us accelerate our other work. . . . .
Eddy, Rocksteady, Rocksteady Eddy. What’s up dude? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . We’re leaning toward surface rejection rather than deep well injection. . . . . . . . . . . . We considered it, but we can’t inject on site unless it’s fully closed loop. And when we use surface injection, we get the extra filtration as the water moves back down to the aquifer. The amounts we’re looking at per wellhead is about twenty thousand gallons per day, we would need four five thousand gallon tankers per wellhead. That’s going to be a strain on the tourism resources. . . . .Got a pen? . . . Solution goes into the resource, it leaches, we pull up the produced water. Rick is secretly recording this by the way, punch him in the balls for me if you see him at the bar, would you? . . . It’s his shenanigans, he’s an asshole, ignore the fucker. Please don’t punch him in the balls, I was just joking. Knowing him he would probably like it anyway. . . . Yes, I think we’re at about thirty seconds left, we’ll push through. We pull up the produced water, filter, decrease the entropy with reverse card-shuffling techniques, whatever is left combines with the first stage filteration, then goes into adsorption, then we use fairly conventional reverse osmosis and forward osmosis, and then surface reject. As long as it matches or improves the water that the rancher or farmer gets from his untreated irrigation sources, we’re good for surface release. And of course, the most important bit, the reverse card shuffle output is solar dried, then shipped for refining. . . They are Clean and low-waste, but I don’t know their technique, not my wheelhouse. . . . Will you need help from this office for your project? . . . If that situation changes, please shoot me a text.
Amy. Good to see you again. Business okay? Family okay? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Likely. the current investment with existing technology is a forty year payback. We expect significant pushback from the industry. Shareholder activism is critically needed here. . . . . . . We have identified no alternatives. We have identified one fallback in the event of a failure of the P.I. or the base technology. The fallback will reduce water pollution emissions by forty percent over existing technologies, we consider that a failure over the existing technology of ninety-nine-point-four-percent reduction over existing technologies, essentially negligible or background for most contaminants. Will you need help from this office for your project? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Very well, thank you. If that situation changes, please shoot me a text message. We have some resources here, but your willingness to handle the whole thing helps us accelerate our other work. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Tell her I make an excellent crepe . . . . . . . . . . It’s mostly healed . . . . The pain was considerable, but I managed . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I’m not sure when they’re going to take them down, it makes the downtown area look like a circus. And most of the time they’re empty anyway, except for a few hours at dinner. . . . . Sure, but now it’s open season on the neighborhood, there isn’t enough parking down here which is fine, but when they favor the restaurants over the other businesses, I just think that isn’t good business . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . It wasn’t just Roma tomatoes, it was Romas with a big chunk of oil cured sundried tomatoes. . . . . . If they have one, please, the ones with the fresh mozarella and the basil . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . (editor’s note, end of recording.)
The last brief that I filed contained two words; “target engaged.”
I do what I do because this is my job. The business is compartmentalized. I am only given enough knowledge to do the job to which I have been assigned. When I first got into this business, I spent some unbilled hours in thought; I wondered to what larger effort my job contributed. Those unbilled hours were wasted in the delusion that I was smart enough to understand the larger effort. The reason I was chosen for the work is precisely because I had a sufficiently low intelligence that I would do my assigned jobs with efficacy. I had convinced myself that I was smarter than they thought I actually am.
But it was that I spent time to think about this nonsense, instead of nuzzling my face into your neck … that allowed me to understand that I am in fact as stupid as they assumed. At that point, I saw you again, like Shane said, the “cracks in the ceiling spelled ‘hell’.” Six to twelve isn’t an easy stretch, and for all I knew back then, I was in for the full six at least. You didn’t get me through it, I’m not going to lie to you like some shitty song. I got through it because it wasn’t really all that bad. I was surrounded by criminals like myself, a few of them even did some of the same things that I did. But the system there was built like a factory assembly line. If I did the tasks assigned to me, I would click gradually toward the end. Twelve years became six years, and by the time the Prime Minister got his cleanup fees, six years became eighteen months. One year, a man barely has time to plan his next move, but eighteen months, it was sufficient. United Crushing behind me, Employee Equity in front of me, I could have done three and come out happy.
Yes, I thought of you. I thought mostly of your breasts, of the shape of your arms, the way you looked at your son, the way you pretended not to love your husband. All the shit you and I fucked up, huh? The lives we exploded, all that pain we manufactured just for the hell of it. We took a space that was filled with happiness and we filled it with misery. It’s what we do, I guess, one of the perks of the job.
By the way, I was mentioned in the Gravity Light Collective project that MikeW did with Whammy Deck. Please have a look, he’s trying to get support for his clean rare earth element thing with — supposedly — my original designs for Whammy Deck. I haven’t actually looked at them yet, but if he fucks it up, that’s on him, I have nothing to do with that part. Here’s the link for the project: http://www.WhammyDeck.com/
“If you look closely, between the outdoor seating for those two bistros, you can see the building that used to contain the old Federal Territory administration. And if you look between that bar with the awning and the outdoor seating, and that restaurant, you can see where a small group of miners and their families who survived the Ludlow Massacre, came down to Golden to protest for better safety conditions for all Colorado mine workers. And if you look down that street, in the storefront behind that outdoor seating, where the restaurant is now, you can see where the strikebreakers and the Colorado National Guard organized. And finally, this is something of a more personal note, I’m going to briefly stop the bus at the top of that hill. If you look down the street, and if you mentally erase all the seating enclosures, you can get a view of what this town was like when my great-granddaddy came up from Denver to buy the cheaper beer from Coors, back when it was still a union brewery. I’m told that the beer from Coors was enjoyed by his patrons just as much as the more expensive beer from Tivoli. But the greater distance of the Coors brewery to his bar, versus the Tivoli brewery that was just down the street, made his trips to Coors more sporadic. It was at least a couple decades from the time that Tivoli closed, to the time that Coors broke up the union. If you look next to the sushi restaurant, you can see where the members of American G.I. Forum used to meet for outdoor quarter-pitching games to discuss the original boycott of Coors.”
Twenty-eight emails … Seriously? How is this so complicated?
I’ll try to explain it again …
These kids are not against vaccines. They are not against contemporary medicine. They are not against compassion, they are not against progressive politics, they are not against conservative economics. They are not necessarily against religion, they are not necessarily against atheism, they are not necessarily against veganism or meat-eating … they are against using Genetic Engineering on any animal, from a cricket, to a mealworm, to a mouse, to a pig, to a chimpanzee.
They are not against this type of work unilaterally. If a statistically-consistent reason of why this type of genetic engineering is available, they’ll consider it. But don’t lie to them, they’re smarter than you are with math, they’ll see your lie and then they’ll never trust you again. Your shareholders will lose value, your house on Cape Cod will be downgraded by a not-too-bad diesel motorhome, but neither you nor your wife will actually enjoy a retirement that consists of sitting around a bunch of other RVers, instead of a bunch of Cape Codders, regardless how often you say otherwise. So don’t lie to them, capisce?
If you want to sell vaccines that have been functionalized on animals like mice with genetically-engineer humanized immune systems, pigs with genetically-engineered humanized reproductive systems, and bonobos with genetically-engineerd humanized nervous systems, then tell the kids why and tell them the truth. If it’s “to make these medicines financially feasible so we don’t have to hire as many human test subjects” then tell them that. If it’s “to speed up development of these these medicines to get them to market faster” then tell them that.
But if you hide the truth, that they simply do not support wholesale genetic engineering on animals, then you’re going to find yourself soon enough in a rather lovely motorhome park in Cherokee, North Caroline. And you and the love of your life are going to run across an old friend at some outdoor festival, and they’re going to say, “We haven’t seen you around Cape Cod, but we’re so happy that we took a weekend for this festival. In which hotel are you? We’ll meet for drinks.” And then you will tell them that you live in a rather lovely diesel pusher motorhome, with three slide-outs. And then you’ll lie, “we just rent out the Cape Code home now, it’s too muggy up there for our taste.” You’ll wish you would have said anything other than “muggy” but it was all you could think at that moment.
Are we on the same page at this point? It’s marketing. You make the product that the market WANTS. If you have to lie to the market to grudgingly accept your product, then the market doesn’t want it. Duh.
Vaccines? Hell, half of us get your dumb-ass flu vaccines even though they give us the fucking flu. You think you make fun of anti-vaxxers? Hell, we shit all over anti-vaxxers. I once saw a downhiller push a funbox kid off his nickle board in the skatepark. This kid, this poor homeschool kid, he’s sitting in the grass, his feelings hurt beyond all reason, the look in his face; “why?” Because we tend to view anti-vaxxers as weak. If they can’t survive a some fucked up chemicals and selective breeding in a witch’s brew of toxins, directly injected into our arteries, then how can they possibly survive eating shit on a five block downhill, hitting the trough at 40 mph or more, deck wobbling like a vicar on Fat Tuesday? We don’t give a shit about anti-vaxxers, but when you call us anti-vaxxers, it won’t work. Ninety-five percent of us have been so pumped full of vaccines that we’ll leave corpses that probably pop back to life a few thousand years after we wake up underground. We’re not anti-vaxxers.
So if you want to continue your tradition of plugging this shit product of medicines functionalized and tested on genetically-engineered animals, then you’ll need a different approach. Howabout you just say something like “Hey you Nature gene lovers! Why not get with the program? The future is all about genetically-modified animals, doofuses! When aliens come to this planet after our extinction, they’ll look at the genetic signatures of all these animals and they’ll say “Damn, homie, these human motherfuckers seem to have stuck their dicks into a lot of animals, their genetics are all over these things. But wait, how did they fuck a mouse? Hold on … okay, I got it, they didn’t fuck the animals, they actually thought that they could improve on a few hundred million years of natural evolution with a few research grants, some CRISPR and a leaky lab. Fumb Ducks.”
We’ll at least chuckle at that one, maybe get Mike Judge to package it as Idiocracy 2086, the prequel, where Drs. Krensky and Altshuler find a way to use CRISPR to save Clevon Jr.’s life.
I can’t think of any other functional ways to get that dog to hunt, gentlemen. It’s a shit product, and the only people that seem to actually want it are a bunch of Baby Boomers that are actually closer to the grave than you are to that KOA Campground. (Yeah, I’m going to twist the knife, because you need to fully comprehend the alternative.)
Okay, here’s the alternative …
Make an internal classification for two types of pharmaceuticals. If it meets all of these qualities, it is a Category R drug; profitable, slightly lower perceived price (i.e. high perceived value), clinically effective with greater than 50% confidence threshold.
If it meets any of these qualities, it is a Category S drug; politically confrontational, high perceived price (i.e. low perceived value), clinically effective with less than 50% confidence threshold.
Now, let the Category R drugs make a lot of money for your shareholders. You will exit this mortal coil, toe-up, surrounded by your family and loved ones in Cape Cod.
For the Category S drugs, define the markets and the needs, and then produce them in a way that uses non-biologics. Magnesium, selenium, manganese, iron, calcium carbonate, and others. The goal with these is to get the body chemistry stabilized so the existing, non-GMO biologics from Category R can do their job better. This isn’t rocket surgery, there is a metric fuckwagon of research on everything from the myelin sheath to the plasma balance. And we’re not talking confrontational science for the most part, there is liquid chromatography of healthy balances and chronically-ill balances. Yeah, a few nutcakes are going to complain about it, but we won’t. We get it, we’re an evolutionary design of chemicals. Patent it as needed, we’ll pay the premium, even with our shitty Health Bronze non-insurance. We’ll call this new class of non-biologics; Category T.
I don’t give a rat’s blue asshole which one of you actually wants to move your companies into the future with a suite of Category T drugs. In fact, I’m happy if none of you do it. If you don’t sell us medicinized trace elements in an easily-dissolved non-oxate, then we’ll make them ourselves. Heck, Natural Calm is flying off the shelves, and not just because of my recently-rediscovered recipe for the Dirty Dishwater cocktail. (By the way, to the two of you who asked about the Haitian Lanilla, it will not work if you use healthy coconut water. The salt balance is all wrong. You need to use the Mexican-style Coconut Water that comes in a can with the added sugar, it’s available at many dollar stores and 7/11 stores. The Mexican coconut water more closely resembles water from a young, sweet coconut, and that’s what you need for the Haitian Lanilla.) Anyway, Natural Calm is popular because it actually seems to do something to our bodies after we’ve spent too many years at high altitude with food grown in soil that has been depleted of magnesium.
If you don’t bring Categories T’s to market and keep Category S’s off the market, then we’ll trust the coming crop of pharma from Wellnext Health, because they share our values, as long as they refuse to functionalize their products on GMOs.
Soon enough, you’re going to see something curious. You’re going to see your vaccination rates decrease. Yeah, you’ll know that it just means a bunch of vaccinated people finally jumped ship and posted a TikTok of how you emotionally violated them by not admitting that you used genetically-engineered organisms to make those vaccines. But the end result is even worse; not only did you not gain customers, but you actually lost customers for future products. They no longer trust you … again.
You see Mr. Cape Cod sir, there were a few firefighters who saw that the whole hero-pussy after 9/11 couldn’t last forever. They learned how to mountain bike, they learned how to watch Au Service de la France and understand it without all the subtitles. They became good humans for all the people who wanted to marry firefighters. And there were firefighters who rode their hero pussy right into old folks home. Be like the former rather than the latter, you’ll get to avoid KOA, you’ll maintain the trust of your customers.
This isn’t hyperbolic rocket surgery. If you see someone with a bandana around their face, and they look fairly normal, they are probably not there to rob the place, or round up a few hundred head of cattle and avoid inhalation of a cloud of dust.
They wear the bandana because the law and local codes usually require them to wear a face covering, since they most likely have moral and ethical objections to functionalizing and testing mRNA vaccines on genetically-engineered, humanized mice. So they have decided to wait for a conventional vaccine that has not be functionalized and tested on genetically-engineered, humanized mice. When that is available, they will vaccinate like everyone else.
We are not against vaccination. We are against genetically modified organisms. That’s what the bandana means. It’s a sign of resistance from a whole lot of people who trust Mother Nature more than they trust even well-meaning scientists. And we feel this way because we are scientists too, and we can attest that scientists in fact fuck up just as often as regular people. Mother Nature doesn’t fuck up. She does what she does because we do what we do.
You and I, we’ve had a great run. I’m not going to waste your time reminding you or ups and our downs. You have tens of millions of lovers, and I’m just one. I get that. I’m off your radar, it’s okay, you are a desirable and astonishingly intriguing organization, and I’m not jealous. The others can get in line behind me.
Government to me, is that last resort … when my damned handler is shitfaced in a beach resort in Jalisco listening to Banda Maguay, when my family can’t be bothered with my shit anymore, when my friends are in my same asylum, and the fellow people of my own state are just as drunk as I am. At those times, I know that I can turn to The Government of the United States of America, and She will protect me from the coyotes that would like nothing more than to gnaw on my bones once the whole majestic man has been consumed for little more than the nutrients in my guts and in my hardened muscles.
And at the beating heart of this glorious United States body, is the Internal Revenue Service. Everyone from the agents on the cutting floor up to the customer support reps, the IRS has fulfilled the inevitable truth of Death and Taxes in a remarkable way. These people keep the whole shebang in well-tuned hum. And what do I do for them? I dutifully sort through the receipts from bottles of tequila and motor oil in the dim hopes that I will someday have enough deductable costs to exceed my Standard Deduction.
All this love and attention from the Department of the Treasury, and what have I, Rick Yukon done for these learned scholars or taxation and wealth? Astonishing little.
While I should have enriched the society and culture which has trained me as a master, I instead squandered these Great American Gifts in a river of hooch a biblical clouds of smoke … both of which at least held me together long enough so that I could write this promise of love and devotion to my IRS.
Dear IRS, I’m so deeply sorry that I’ve been a fucknut. You waited for me to bring you necessary operating funds with my knowledge, with my charisma, with my disarming humility. And what did I bring you? Scraps. Debris. Flotsam. Jetsam. I held the power to reinvent American Industry, to reinvent higher education, to reinvent the Hatian Lanilla. I held the power to do away with these ridiculous rockets and create intergalactic transport by modulating the weak-binding force to pull spin-half fermions out of the vacuum of space and harmonically couple them to form the most massive neutrinos in existence, which would then be fired through our particle accelerators to provide mass-reaction and useful faster-than-light movement to boats filled with tequila, tobacco and VHS tapes of classic 1980s situation comedies … the things that people in the other galaxies need.
And what did I do with this power, and the means to deposit quintillions of Fireballs into United States Department of the Treasury? Yes, I squandered it, as you knew that I would.
But I’m turning over a new leaf, IRS. I’ve removed the bottle of Milagro Silver from my desk, and I’ve placed it back in the bar. I told the exotic dancer that not only no I not want any of her nose candy, but I have in fact, never wanted it, and the only reason I consumed so much of it was to be polite to her. The New and Improved Rick Yukon is here now. I’m on the job!
Obviously, I can’t do all of this work by myself, I have a lot of obligations in various drinking establishments. But I, Rick Yukon, will find the brightest and most hard-working people to reinvent American Industry and higher education. And I will fine tune the Hatian Lanilla. That will be my burden, dear IRS. I’m doing this for you, baby. In the words of Shane, I swore I’d always love you, I always did, I always will.
