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The variant Creutzfeldt-Jakob Disease (vCJD) crisis, also known as the "human mad cow disease" crisis, was a significant event that followed the "mad cow disease" (BSE) crisis that occurred primarily in the United Kingdom (UK) in the 1980s and 1990s. vCJD is a rare and fatal neurodegenerative disorder that is believed to be caused by exposure to the abnormal prion proteins that are associated with BSE. The first cases of vCJD were identified in the UK in 1996, and it quickly became apparent that the disease was linked to the consumption of beef from infected cattle. Prion protein (stained in red) revealed in photomicrograph of scrapie-infected mouse neural tissue. Produced by the National Institute of Allergy and Infectious Diseases (NIAID) As the number of vCJD cases continued to rise, concerns grew about the potential scale of the outbreak and the potential risks to public health. The UK government initially downplayed the risks of vCJD and resisted ca...

Africans were minding their own business, well, mostly minding their own business when the European powers of the day met in Berlin to dice and slice the continent into spheres of influence. To them, Africa, then and even today is the "dark continent:" incomprehensible, mysterious, and about as disposable as an anal wart. Still, the European industrial age needed to be sustained by the mindless exploitation of the African continents' resources, and, infamously in the case of Leopold II of Belgium, the people.  An image depicting the mutilation of the natives of the Congo Free State by Leopold II Indeed, Leopold's regime is documented to have so brutal that it is estimated that about half (8 million out of 16 million inhabitants) of the the native population died between 1885 and 1908. This was a level of carnage which unfortunately cannot be accurately documented because much of the Congo was still quite impenetrable, but the level of carnage wrought by th...

Thus was the malodorous ghost of communism ressurected in the most stupid way last night (Jan 8, 2023), and by the most stupid people with the most stupid of ideological beliefs. The ghouls of Jan 6, 2021 were also awoken last night in Brasilia, albeit in an equally pathetic manner.  Rule one: don't be stupid in public; rule two: don't spread your stupidity like marmite on toast.  Seriously though, life is not as complex as either a pancreaticoduodenectomy (PD), or a Roux-en-Y lateral pancreaticojejunostomy. Get up, do something productive, stuff your gob, take a good shit, go to bed, et al. yelling your lungs off will not materialize your beliefs Bullshit is, unfortunately, like a religion - there are fools in Brazil who believe that there is a communist threat in the country. This is a phalanx of the far-right that lives and thrives in an alternate reality. They swallow fables faster than bukakke actresses from right wing news outlets, sans fact-checking. Perhaps...

Israel has long implemented a policy of demolishing homes belonging to Palestinians accused of killing Israelis. This extends to the extended family of those accused. Basically, it is a cycle of revenge and deprivation. Anyone with a locum of thought can easily see what the Israeli regime is doing: it is a scorched earth policy on steroids. And still the fighting goes on unabated, albeit mostly away from the larger global stage. Apartheid is a policy or system of discrimination on grounds of race. It can loosely apply to systematic segregation on gender and religious basis. Quite obviously, what the Israeli regime is carrying on with and in the Palestinian Territories is a form of apartheid.  Zones of French and British influence and control proposed in the Sykes-Picot Agreement¹ Now, as with everything inane in 20th century history, colonialism played a massive role in the état de choses today. As with India and Pakistani, the British royally bent over and historically...

If you could choose a moment where you could have significantly altered your life, or the family into which you were born, would you take it? Would you risk the possibility of altered genetic history, long-term health, different educational standards and altered intellectual capacity? Would you choose wealth but a near-guranteed possibility of an autoimmune disorder such as SLE; or a progressive neurological disorder like Alheimers disease? How far would you be willing to go? This is a recurring question In my case, probably, but then again, to what end? My father was fatally wounded during the commission of a robbery, and my mother followed him 11 years later. Indeed, I would have wanted to alter that timeline, if only to have my parents around for a little while longer. Then again, arises the question: death is inevitable, how much longer would their presence influence every decision ever taken after? Would their deaths have been any less unbearable? Maybe, maybe not, and...

"We are a blessed nation and people!" Yes, there was an election, and Kenyans rushed to congratulate themselves in a manner akin to patting their dicks after an orgasm. The land is a blessed one, it has to be said: it is a land blessed with ignorance, irredeemably corrupt leeches, general political shithousery, drought, inflation, near-theocratic leadership with a touch of the corruptly macabre....it's a long list of blessings. It's a land where wealth simply disappears into the blessed pockets of a few, and, just like the "holy ghost," reappears in the pockets of the same well-heeled elite who are all seemingly acquainted with some fellow named "scratch." High net worth folk tell tales of "rearing chicken" and "selling corn cobs by the roadside," and sell the capitalistic hope of success from "scratch." As an aside, who the hell is this scratch? Can he scratch a few tickets to every scroungers wealth, maybe sate every...

It's one fucking delusional book Also, it supports abortion: "Cursed be the day on which I was born! The day when my mother bore me, let it not be blessed! Cursed be the man who brought the news to my father, 'A son is born to you', making him very glad. Let that man be like the cities which the Lord overthrew without pity; let him hear a cry in the morning and an alarm at noon, because he did not kill me in the womb; so my mother would have been my grave, and her womb for ever great." (Jeremiah 20:14-17) "If a man begets a hundred children, and lives many years, so that the days of his years are many, but he does not enjoy life's good things, and also has no burial, I say that an untimely birth is better off than he. For it comes into vanity and goes into darkness, and in darkness its name is covered; moreover it has not seen the sun or known anything; yet it finds rest rather than he." (Ecclesiastes 6:3-5) Do what you will with "untimely birth...

This may be rich in semantics. This is NOT a trigger warning. The statement: religion The subject: humanity The intent: education The material: acerbic We are alive despite the acknowledgement that, immediately after our birth, we are the most vulnerable species in the family of primates. The possibility of our survival is greatly diminished to none in lieu of postnatal care. As it shouldn't be worth mentioning, no amount of prayer serves in the place of adequate postnatal care. Still, how do we acquire religion, because, just like that infamous acquired immunodeficiency syndrome, religion is acquired and molded into the human psyche.  The sequence is pretty simple actually: 1. Family 2. School 3. Social environment It all starts at home, where kids are drilled to learn "prayer and worship" in christian households, with piety being molded into these young brains as a mark of upstanding character. Then it's on to the schools to take care of the rest of the indoctrinati...

“Happy is he who repays you for what you have done to us – he who seizes your infants and dashes them against the rocks.” (Psalm 137:9) “I do not permit a woman to teach or to have authority over a man; she must be silent.” (1 Timothy 2:12) “Slaves, submit yourselves to your masters with all respect, not only to the good and gentle but also to the cruel.” (1 Peter 2:18) Quran (3:56) - "As to those who reject faith, I will punish them with terrible agony in this world and in the Hereafter, nor will they have anyone to help." Quran (8:12) - "I will cast terror into the hearts of those who disbelieve. Therefore strike off their heads and strike off every fingertip of them"  Let's be fair in our criticisms dammit! Trouble Ahead

Blasphemy: death penalty. Witchcraft: death penalty. LGBTQ+: death penalty. That may define one or all mostly religious enclaves and nations throughout history, particularly those of the bearing of the misnomer that is "Abrahamic faith." Yet, that is all it is, faith, and not fact, and should therefore be handled as such. The very fact that religion has brought its influence to bear over eons of national policy and governance across numerous lands is a tragedy of the human race. This is the same race that expects to live in harmony while terraforming alien moons, all while fighting over the ethics of female contraception. We are a shallow species that wouldn't survive beyond a few days were some global cataclysm to strike. The first line of defence would likely be solitude and comfort in our tribal nature. Yes, that is who we are. Which segways into the genocide that was perpetrated by the catholic ghouls in the land built upon the graveyards of the natives that is Canada...

Shall my countenance be ruled by pride shall my feet in pure pride stride uncaring of the souls that ego does deride unfeeling of the pain that will abide   shall my heart be as cold as steel like an icicle, frozen to the feel shall my anger be what guides my heel of my boat, will rage be the keel   shall my eyes be blinded to reason shall my heart be filled with derision shall the ego be trapped in a prison devoid of forgiveness and all reason   shall my soul in greed debride the sickness within me and cast aside all shame, every tear, all tossed aside without feeling just keep my stride   shall the seasons be all the same one today for every other game and of love in every other name yet feel lost and loss all the same   shall my love always grow cold wither and wilt as it grows old, shall my winters always be cold as wrath takes me in its hold     cogito ergo sum   G S K ©

There are they that think they run it all and they that think they cannot fall the world is cold, let it be told the world is cold, be not too bold   the curtain of heaven in stars is draped the land of we, a hero uncaped for those that the veil of sanity escaped may their mouths be sealed and tightly taped   the moment swells like the curve of breasts upon which the hand gently rests, the rise and fall of the gentle breaths, once so violent and now so still:   The loss of love, a burden to bear the lack of love, too much to bear, for ev'ry scream, for ev'ry salty tear, my heart does bleed for who I hold dear   the music mellows out in dying tunes of the dead that lie buried in runes, my mind is done, my life is wasted, a life bereft, an existence pasted   let it not be that eternally I cry let is not be that my balls do fry let it not be my eyes that bleed let it not be that for life I bleed   (gsk)©

He spoke with his feet swift and ever so fleet   his legs were in flight his pace was a delight   the track, he ruled the records, he annulled,   his life was rife with rile, his life   so bereft, his life, soundless was his life   he was king of the race all worshipped his pace   his life was trackless his life was tactless,   he jumped, all lept, he fell and slept,   he was never to be the king of the race   none now sees his face the king of the race

There are questions, there are answers, the reflections, there are things,   There are writings, there are questions, the inflections, there are those,   for the equestrian there are answers, for the horse, there are questions   for the epicurean, there lies pleasure, for the stoic, there are notes   for the mad, the stones are thrown, for the sane, they see the writing,   for the damned, sh'eol does beckon, the redeemed, the light, they reckon

as the high winds roll and the whispers call those that rise, and those that fall the sounds that for a moment enthrall they turn as ripe as bitter'st gall   The whispers that make the sounds of love the music that sings the tunes of love the slience that speaks the lack of love the mute response to the cry of love   let the voice be heard so loud to we let the truth be, yea, let it be let the madding imps bleed and flee let the cloister'd soul run free   for moments past, for moments gone for the soul that lies in waters forlo'n for the hate that simmers, the hate unbo'n let justice be done, let it be done   the talk is of the moments past let it be of a tomorrow that will last the footsteps, they long yonder pass'd, let them be for a future to last

Let my words be as light as jazz,  let my words be the music you love: for it is only yours that I love; be cozy and snuggle against my heart, hear it beat in tune to your heart, listen to it pulsate in delight  let me bathe your path in light, for it is your love in which I thrill; let me be your eyes tonight, tonight we have it all set alight, the fire is blazing in golden light: it is, indeed, it was, indeed, it always was indeed all for you; it is, indeed, it will be, indeed, it will be always yours, indeed, all for you, and no one else for you are all I have in creed. The words are loud, the whispers louder, the day is cool, the night is warm, the earth is round, the earth is flat, I know not what to know anymore;  for you took all I that knew - reset it all anew: now I am hard-wired to only you; as you say, so it is, as you play, so it is, the truth be told, in lettering bold, that without you I am eternal cold.

in a moment all words were unsaid in a moment was all hope deflated  ripped apart at the seams by Hades  gone through epochs unseen, all gone in that moment, the future was lost in that moment birth meant nothing for the nadir of existence was verily not and the lush laughter signaled rot for that moment would they build rafters in caskets, for the comfort of the living an attic for which to the future to peek for all seems void, to a soul bereft GSK™

lights  they ebb and fall and fade away to the embrace of nothing  they give themselves  lights from either eye departed, all gone away they flashed off and left  and left we bereft lights unseen by you, but left for we yet gone is the source to which we looked to see out of the madding gloom lights switched off by the roadside and smashed with stones the falling of which left us without lights! GSK™

In my mind as the pictures play  in silence it is that I have to stay  awed by the serenity of it all day,  entranced by the magic I see today;  echoes that ring from the past  will be forgotten, it did not last,  in the valley of Not 'twas away cast,  'tis all in the past, it did not last;  rise up beyond the eventide,  rise up, and watch with pride,  rise up, and do not hide  the love in which we both abide;  in the mirror it is I see your face,   smiling beside me, your lovely face,  in your eyes, I'm bound in lace  of heaven's thread, and tossed in space;  indeed, my travels and travails tire,  sometimes they draw out a flash of ire,  but through all the flames of searing fire,  we look past it with a hint of satire;  yes, indeed, the tide seems to rise,  catching us surfers with sure surprise,   but in all the waves that seem to arise,  together we will share the morn'...

The belly - distended the eyes were out appended the face - contorted the sun - comforted                            not it waxed hot the cry of a mantra of utter lack, the mantra of devoid space, the mantra the eyes spoke of Hades' hand the mouth was empty the belly was empty the visage was truly empty the mother of humanity keens a dirge of pity a cry of 'let there be' a cry of 'let it be' for at her heart she starves and at her heart lies death (GSK) ©