notes 4 today: 2016-12-15 (Particle Decelerators; Framing Infrastructure As The Ontastricture; Exo-DNA; Tripping Yourself)

title: Particle Decelerators

Acceleration Seals A Tunnel Narrow

Hundreds of thousands of people choosing to spend hundreds of thousands of their own hours, leaving relationships, abandoning their children, expelling all emotion from their bodies, all for a single obsession, is what particle physics has become. They are married to another ring, or marred by the ring—abused brains turned to victims that don’t want to imagine escape as vital. It is an explosive ring, a bomb for the subatomic, creating a world broken down so small that math is used to speak of it. Breathe enough life and energy into math, you’ll come to believe that the math breathes life into you. Perpetual circling without ever diving for prey. Endless bricks being gathered for a house with no vision; as long as it’s tidy and fits on a standard or standardizable map. Messy guests like Niels Bohr are chided and cursed (and then worshiped), leaving piles of debris, gaping holes, and suicides in their wake. These brilliant outsiders, though left without accommodations, are posthumously elevated to legendary and cleaned up after with tireless effort. I focus on them, because they are the completed bridge with a landing on the other side. They are both thinkers of the world of particle acceleration, but their brains are obviously perfect specimens of…

Particle Deceleration. The human brain is a particle decelerator, functioning especially well in this capacity during times of sleep and when adequate nutrients are being provided. The terrain is one of a lightning storm where the ground and sky switch places, waterfalls rise, lakes rain, effects create causes to pull them, where versa vices, and where temporality is extended and morphologized with a rapidity and slowness that is astonishing. It is quite on the opposite side of the spectrum from the time-crushing black holes—the dangerously violent infinite acceleration that humans foolishly try to emulate.
Brains, on the other end, can make a couple of seconds of well used time reverberate into eons upon of vital time. What barriers are there to keep a couple of minutes external time to being stretched out in sleep to days of dynamic internal dreaming time?
New particles are created and dispersed with great ease as the mereological forces of the complex consciousness dwelling in the brain push downwards. A new world is experimented with and built, conceived out of the utmost love rather than the violence of PA collisions. Space is opened by curvaceousness and low temperatures, and particles that are unpredictably unpredictable. A new world is being cultivated, largely built now primarily in ephemeral nomadic fashion in the brains of humans, but to the benefit of the whole universe as the first generation of particles wanes in a few billions (or trillions) of years, depending on who or when is counting. The zeroth generation of particles, the generation to come, can be much more plentiful for they are made of energy many orders of magnitude lower in quantity. They can be part of atoms and chemicals that are liquid and gaseous near absolute zero whereas our first generation particles, atoms, and molecules would fail to be more than frozen at such temperatures. They are the mercury bridge to the warmth of a colder, even more complex and spread out Universe than the first generation of particles has offered. To get there, all we have to do is dream…

title: Framing Infrastructure As The Ontastricture
*This note and the next one “Exo-DNA” have been paired together, though this one is from 2015 and the Exo-DNA is recent.

When you wipe away all the wealth attribution and the large dwellings and fine clothes, oligarchs are merely opportunists who use the infrastructure of the last 10,000 years of civilization that’s been afforded them. They give themselves the biggest cages, but yes, not even they—the great shadow groups that drive some of us crazy thinking that there is no hope when control is so complete—are free from cages. Not one of us is born outside of a cage (or if we were, we would essentially be encaged by adjacent cages, an island in an ocean); not any animal on this entire planet, save some temporary and opportune species, is doing any better in vital terms than since the time when human civilization was first spreading from insignificant permanent dwellings to land management that shackled ecosystems.

Perhaps because of the realities of man-made environmental catastrophes and extinctions, there is an incorrect assumption that we four generations of humans alive today are not only to blame, but also wield the ability to undo our damage. But much of this is out of our control, evidenced because we—a 10,000+ year we—are killing animals we didn’t actually intend to and did not have the power to foretell. We are not only not fully in control of all the bad things done previously, we are not fully in control of the bad things being done. Importantly, it is not the ghosts from the past that need to be blamed for the ongoing problems being proliferated (though they’ve done much to deserve it), but the infrastructure that survived them and is currently plaguing so much of our planet, looking to survive it too. So, it is idiotic and an act of hubris to think the wars against life are all of our making and that we need not pay attention to egregious historical momentum; we are the inheritors of a vast accumulation of wastelands that are eroding because of the adjacent land’s erosion caused by the roads and yet other erosions, coming with deforestation and desertification of particular lands. We are not completely the dominant of the civilization but we are subjected to it, yet we have unique abilities to curb the influence.

The infrastructure laden land is not the only problematic terrain that we’ve inherited. So, too, we are the inheritors of cliches that guide behavior down very unthoughtful paths. Language, itself, is the arbitrary compilation of sounds beaten in to heads that had no intrinsic sonic merit of their own on which to stand; they only find their value in relation to other words, or objectified “things”. Anything built on such vacuous grounds is sure to do what vacuums do—suck other things in to their zone of influence—just as a black hole does via gravity.

Infrastructure, even the root-word “structure”, brings to mind a series of hard surfaces that are relatively impregnable to softer forces, such as carbon-based life. And what is life if not the impregnation of adjacent materiality with more space for further life? Here we are, the human life-form, building things that keep life from getting a hold. We aim for clean and plane surfaces, and we now support these perverted efforts to keep things “tidy” by actively spraying and respraying anti-life chemicals to keep these surfaces geometric. We design things to be “proof”—weather proof clothing and cars, decay proof food, imagination proof instruction (though there are some promising directions towards holistic education). As things continue to be proof of life, proof of life will be harder to come by.

title: Exo-DNA

Most genetic encoding information is endogenous to the affected genetically reproduced animal. Humans, however, have in effect added a supplementary genetic code from outside of themselves that deeply effects (stifles) their development; counter genes are expressed by our accumulating artifices, beginning with tools and culminating now in what we might call infrastructure (including digital infrastructure). It repeatedly informs our development in a recursive sense that sees both the humans changing as well as the genetic “infrastructure” itself, an integral process in the co-evolution of a life-form and its genes. Infrastructure has evolved rather quickly, faster than our intrinsic DNA could possibly keep up, and it goes a long way to explain how we could be so similar yet so alien to a person from even two hundred years ago. The rapidity and frequency of “editing”—deriving from the controlling genetics of infrastructure—blends from being genetic to epi-genetic, but I’m not sure it qualifies as epi-genetic because of the largely one-way impact of the genes, though exo-genes do turn off some and turn on others in our own genes (an epi-genetic process?).

*I don’t think of this note as being partied to the technological singularity notion, and wonder if it might even run counter to some of it’s basic premises.

title: Tripping Yourself

Abstract: Those who let hallucinogenics do the work of removing the false barriers that dampen connection with the holistic reality will not develop the ability to remove these barriers themselves. When the fungi runs out, so will you…

I have by no means developed anything close to what presumably the hallucinogenic compounds would do automatically. However, in their absence and in my constant quest to de-normalize reality for “accessing deeper truths” I have been employing with some success tactics that take my mind to a different space.

→ Saying a normal word over and over and over again makes it sound arbitrary and foreign (which it is), for example: “normal normal normal normal normal normal…”. “Each” always gets me, very quickly, too—”eeech”
→ Mental gibberish not only helps me with falling asleep, but it is quasi-meditative (or pre-meditative), and it alone—but especially in combination with the next self-trip mechanism—can be evocative, depending on the rhythm and activated energy pre-existing in my body.
→ I take raving breaks, and if in a social/professional setting I go to the public bathroom and rave in front of the mirror. The mental benefits are a secondary concern to the bodily benefits of moving my body after it was locked (generally this the case) in to a seated position. Come to think of it, I will take such a break now. As opposed to the standard curvy flow of warming up my body via bathroom raving, when explicitly looking to trip myself I will evolve the raving so my hands to swerve right in front of my eyes and I will percolate my fingers to give uneven visual light distribution. This twisted tai chi, in combination with making strange faces at myself in front of a mirror, makes me feel much more animal. I wonder if along different lines there are people who voluntarily wear an eye-patch for a day, switch it (or not), and then return back to double vision to get a new appreciation of their visual capacities, but also to strengthen their singular eye faculties. Perhaps I will become one such person, but I doubt I would last more than 15 minutes before frustration sets in (though perhaps a build-up of tolerance would be necessary, or a reminder that there are those of one eye who have no option).
→ Imagining I am a giant and all the little things around my living space are being looked at from a great height. If I do it right, this “trip” will be more than just a rationalized telling of myself that things are relative and a deep world exists down in the microspheres, but the trip will be independent of self-speech and will be a coup d’œil (of sorts) that has my occipita step out of itself and my head shivers with the overflow.
→ Note: though the following entrancement mechanism may technically better go under the first arrow of repeating a phrase, it is unique and has more to do with the arrow immediately above. My saying “nothing existing, ever, nothing to exist for ever, no time to ever exist, there could have been nothing to be nothing” will eventually give me a sublime shiver that really pulls me out of myself and scares the shit out of me; this feeling is sort of akin, though more intense, than the “I am a giant” induced feeling. If I’m really scared I reassure myself of Des Cartes’ “I think therefore I am”.
→ This may be more cathartic than mind-altering, but over recent months I occasionally moan out loudly in different tones to expel any negative frequencies that I sense are there. It’s all very intuitive and feels quite obsessive-compulsive, but I trust the impulse as one of healing. I wonder if the adjacent apartments hear it and have to absorb the sound I am ridding myself of.
→ Bursts of cold water while in the shower, where I turn the nozzle quickly to all cold and then back to warm does something, though it’s usually very short-lived. During the summer I was taking cold dark baths which were exhilarating and refreshing.
→ Dancing, in social situations, has always been a way to trip myself. It is very beautiful to happen in a club with great music and strange lights, but it is less completely bodily created and much more dependent on the vibrations of the music as support. An interesting experiment, but it would take a lot of willing people, would be to dance without music or even the allowance of bodily-made percussion. Sans music it would take a lot longer and greater force of personalities to create, but it might be all the more profound once reached.
→ This last one is breaking the rules of what I feel is environmental-influence free mind-altering (or at least mood altering), but it is listening to trance music that I know induces euphoria and an epic sense within me. Some other select songs also have quite an effect on me, entrancing me the way a Shamanic ritual might.

All of these arrows are just precursors to allow the mind to wander more freely and sensually in strange directions that wouldn’t be normally allowed by sterile environmental indoctrination. I have been doing most of these for a long time without doing them for the express and explicit purpose of tripping myself, but rather they just evolved along with others that I can’t probably recall because I haven’t inducted them in to the newly created “trip myself tools” category. Alas, I will stop the ineffective babble here, and perhaps start the more effective gibberish…


Visceral Hypersensitivity: An Optimistic Angle

If you are unfortunate enough to already know what visceral hypersensitivity (VH henceforth) is, then maybe the spin I put on it can leave you feeling fortunate, or relieved for those close to you that have the condition. A viscerally hypersensitive person feels every bodily occurrence more (the brain not necessarily being exclusive from the body in this “feeling” regard either, I’d argue). As far as I understand, the criteria for the VH condition were generated out of a need to group and explain real somatic symptoms that people with digestive discomfort experience, but I think there is a lot more to VH than gastro doctors—or the medical community at large—have had the fancy or need to delve into, and certainly a great deal more than I can suggest here. Still, I wanted to offer the following as explanations, conjectures, and “symptoms” (or compliments) to VH.

We Who Are Viscerally Hypersensitive:

– are not suffering from a “modern disease” or neolithic condition (though in the context it would be defined as such), rather we have VH as a result of evolutionary pressures that made it fit to arise in humans (or it has always been in homo sapiens and probably larger groups, and we with VH have not devolved out of having it). Our hypersensitivity generally manifests most noticeably in our bodily reactions to a wide range of supposed foods. VH is our bodies saying, “don’t eat that shit, that offers no nutritional benefit and it’s full of toxins and anti-nutrients that we don’t have the enzymatic capabilities to handle.” Our bodies have a vigilance that makes them smarter than our eyes that just see sugar and salt coated non-food and throw it in our mouths; our bodies do what they do best and evacuate that non-food before it has a chance to do as much damage. With VH a person’s body which seems to be the torturer, is actually the teacher that points to the torture coming from something much larger and much more distilled: agricultural products and byproducts that aren’t at all healthy for human consumption.

– have quicker reflexes to prevent an imminent accident from occurring, precisely because we are so tuned in to the present (in a non-meditation sort of way) and the momentum of which toward physical things are tending. I have often stopped a water from spilling that I had just accidentally knocked in to, so I am very attuned to my own clumsiness and in its own damage control.

– tend to have some premonitions of the future as in a visionary, but we often end up being false visionaries in the eyes of others because we may preclude the bad event from occurring by being aware of its presence. This may sound like I am loading on a mystical element to VH, but I think it is something completely embedded in the total intuitive awareness that in general has been dulled by a birth into a prefabricated world. We are the canaries 2.0 that can warn ahead of time that the mine is dangerous for all living forms, especially to ourselves; we don’t want to die a martyr, we want to live smarter!

– are more aware of the feelings of life (or lack of life) “in the air”. Speaking of air, we don’t appreciate it when others attempt to dilute an unpleasant odor by spraying Axe all over it, because then we just smell the synthesis of Axe and awful, which is a new amplified awful (this is why as a paleo eater of cow liver, I don’t attempt to “hide” the liver in a larger recipe, but eat it plain and don’t want to drag the process out by mixing it with other diluting foods).

– are more acutely affected by seasonal affective disorder and we sense the malice in the season’s changing and the joy in an oncoming change for the better.

– seem to amplify bodily sensations. This may be true to some extent, but the larger overlooked “normalized” reality is that most others are more extreme in the opposite direction in that they dampen their sensations of pain and discomfort to a detrimental numbing level.

– have a very porous, open chakra, in that we feel other’s pains and joys and take onto ourselves lots of emotions and experiences that would seem to be other.

– tend to be of the O blood type (this is pure conjecture). To elaborate a little on why I am bringing up blood type, it’s not that I think type O blood is itself determinant for a wide range of generalizations about a person, but blood type I think can be used as a marker for a larger milieu of systemic and genetic entities that make VH arise in an individual. Blood type is correlative, not causative.

Some more information/viewpoints on VH:

and probably many more!

His and Her Paleo Water (Sole)

                   HIS                       &                 HERS His and Her Sole Water

Sole water—which I am rebranding here as paleo water—is purported to have wide ranging health benefits. This is due to its balanced offering of all (or most) of the natural minerals that historically would accompany basic sodium chloride (table salt), and be balanced in all animals (including humans) eating a proper pre-agricultural diet. There is a recipe for making sole in the link above and many similar methods can be found on the web and youtube.

The purpose of this post is to point to two of the most popular types of sea salt used to constitute the sole water: Celtic and Himalayan. The most noticeable difference between the two being the color difference between the Celtic (grey) and Himalayan (pink). The reason is that the Himalayan salt is much higher in iron content, which would make it much more appealing to those who are lower or deficient in iron (generally menstruating women) than those who might have adequate or even too much iron (men).

I could add a larger theory of cultural whereby cultural norms like women wearing pink is a function of natural necessity, and the reason that pink is feminine is because of their need for naturally occurring pinkness (namely iron constituency) because of a particular mineralogical need, but I don’t want to flesh that tangent out any farther here.

For those of you interested in cleanses and the flushing phase of a detox, you can drink a higher dose of sole to naturally flush your system and restore some balance.

Neolithic Injuries

Just as the paleo community has arrogantly—but I believe correctly—labeled a plethora of diseases “neolithic” (such as the whole category of autoimmune diseases, many different cancers, many mental health afflictions, livestock borne illnesses), I believe the same logic can be applied to many modern injuries, one of which I will speak of here.

Turning one’s ankle is the acute injury that easily impairs a neolithic human when one encounters a root elevated suburban sidewalk, or an unforeseen ditch or hole. Such traps are not uncommon in artificial topographies, but they are occasionally overlooked by the absent-minded, body unaware people we have become. This is one relative weakness we probably have as compared to our migratory ancestors, who would have had to be much more aware of pitfalls waiting beneath a bush or alongside a stretch of valley, as their entire livelihood would be at stake if an accident did befall them. Perhaps more importantly: such a scabrous and cattywampus landscape that hadn’t been preformatted for large machines and human walking alike would have toned paleolithic man’s joints—especially ankles, knees, and hips—to easily absorb the occasional indent or misstep without any major bodily response such as inflammation.

I’m sure there are many other acute injuries that occur as a result of the imposed and supposed neolithic lifestyle that we endure.

A tangential aside: as in the case of a swollen ankle or other acutely injured joint, isn’t the bodies response of causing the swelling something that should be left alone, not padded with the artificial invention of frozen water? I am no expert on these matters obviously, but I have learned to put a certain amount of trust in the body’s processes.

Flight Song verses

“Flight Song”


Unlike a flock of planes
Haunting the horizon
We don’t leave so easy
Our true fight is arising
Realizing this place
Is not for the living
Realizing our fate
Is not just for sitting


And of all those things that won’t stay
The false idols to which we’d pray
I will unearth them for you tonight
(Bury them by fire alight)
Can you hear your choice this time?


This is our flight song
To leave is not wrong
For green pastures, not lawn
Our power’s not gone
Starting now we’ll stretch long
We’ll play our flight song
And we won’t care if nobody else will leave
Cause through our flight we may inspire, not please


Losing use lends to dreamless sleep
Static civilization’s toll is steep
In an atrophy too deep
Say you’re not yet too weak
It’s been all through your years
A well-used body is your best home
You miss your muscle toned
And in stillness we believed
But now in motion we are relieved


And of all those things that won’t stay
The old roles that we used to play
We will burn them for heat tonight
Can you hear the choice this time?
(even if it does not rhyme)


This is our flight song
Things just aren’t right song
The path is (A house is not) our home
Our power has far grown
Starting now we’ll stretch long
We’ll play our flight song
And we can’t lead others to follow
All we can do is flee or in misery wallow


Migrate out of this rat fight with me


Adapted a-way from “Fight Song”

now, out of your seat

to build a better beat

Meditations Vis-à-vis Modernity

Note: I originally wrote this as part of the previous posting, but thought it had strayed sufficiently into a new topic, so here it is!

Being in the moment

We shouldn’t blame only ourselves for being particularly terrible at meditation, and needing a large amount of practice to become adequate and efficient at it. Why is this so? The eastern healing and philosophy traditions speak of the peace from being-in/accepting the moment, and though this might be historically true, it is by no means necessarily true in the wrecked environments of today that only humans dare live in—for some of these environments, even the versatile bacteria avoid them or are killed off swiftly by them, and keeping canaries close by became too depressing a prospect as they would flounder and flop, by neglect if not other evils; (would canaries last long enough through the dystopian supply chain tunnels and holding stations to arrive at your freshly fuming residence?) Most vital things are put on the back burner these days—think about the dried up plants forgotten in some corner—in favor of our spending our time with neatly organized rectangles made up of silicon, copper, glass, and plastics, like I’m doing as I type this.

The question still stands, why are we so terrible at meditating? I think there is something of a survival instinct to not sit and just be in so toxic a place, but to panic a bit and go through the motions of a disturbing yet purposeful, motivating anxiety phase. A meditation session in a common metropolis might go something like this: “focus on the sounds” echoing through the drywall; “breath in deep” the air fuming with wood varnish and furniture fire retardants; “sense your body” sitting in a chair that is bad for your posture; “place your hands on your inhaling belly” malnourished by the sugary yogurt bar; “imagine a solitary place” like being in your car with your windows up. Being in the moment is difficult when it isn’t a moment that deserves any closer attention—escape out of the moment is often the lesser of two evils for the human animal.

The moment that we crave is the one that is constantly changing because we are moving through a subtly evolving context that the total of our human selves were evolved to expect and appreciate (not just a limited portion of our cerebrums). The contextual evolution that we are adapted for has been marred by civilization efforts—artificial balancing techniques that really degrade the whole into segregated islands, treating everything as its own entity, and then seeking to weigh and balance these separate things at the hands of a cold calculating insurer or actuary. We have become normalized to stationary “being” as opposed to migratory “becoming”, and our bodies are rightfully inflamed and will continue to revolt symptomatically, by “catching” diseases like lupus, diabetes, arthritis, until we get up and do something about our not doing something about anything.

Anti-State And Anti-Statin: MIT Is Home To Both Non-expertise Experts In Chomsky And Seneff

The concept of a drug that would disable the liver’s ability to produce cholesterol sounds like a terrible idea to me… cholestrol is to animals as chlorphyll is to plants… we die without it. It’s in every membrane of every cell, and without it the cell basically falls apart. – Stephanie Seneff

Seneff and Chomsky

Representative democracy would be criticized by an anarchist… because there is a monopoly of power centralized in the state… anarchists of this tradition have always held that democratic control of one’s productive life is at the core of any serious human liberation. – Noam Chomsky

    There’s just something about MIT’s linguistics department breeding radically different thinkers who go well outside of the disciplinary boundaries to attack dominant trends in the modern world. For Noam Chomsky, it’s attacking the policies of the United States, and for Stephanie Seneff, it’s attacking statin drugs and anti-life agricultural chemicals such as glyphosate (round-up). Neither of these radicals just likes to spout opinions, they feel much more comfortable speaking from strong positions of research. Chomsky has in the tens of thousands of pages of historically documented wrong-doings of nation states, especially those committed by the United States; Seneff has partaken in more than a dozen of peer-reviewed scientific biological studies/experiments documenting the essential biological roles of sulfur and cholesterol, and their chief antagonists which are statin drugs and glyphosate.

Neither of them started in their current fields where they are revolutionizing our views of human’s place in the world, and neither of them, both in their golden years—Chomsky is 86 and Seneff in her late sixties—are showing any signs of giving up and retiring. If you are familiar with neither, or one but not the other, I encourage you to look into their ground-breaking work and your worldview will grow tremendously. I am much more of a listener than a reader, and fortunately both of them have many talks/podcasts documented which clearly explain their positions and worldviews.

When You Catch the Plague…

…Return to the earth, before you are placed there regardless of your best efforts to prevent it! Anyone’s plague susceptibility (anyone in western society, at least) is in large part due to our general distance from the earth and all the balancing properties intrinsic to it. I mean this a lot more literally than you might thus far think:

For a long time I’ve held and—when feeling jolly and okay with taking on the role of a friendly goof—spoken that if one is ever very sick, especially with a high fever and an unknown diagnosis/prognosis, the best remedy is to bury oneself naked, standing/leaning most of the way under the soil with just your head exposed. There is something very intuitive to this idea that I could never dismiss as being absurd, and also it is the most holistic thing I think you can do for yourself, even perhaps before you are deathly ill. We all ultimately are made of the earth, no? Why not reduce our surface exposure when we are most vulnerable, and let the mother protect us? It’s compelling to think of being surrounded by a cooling soil when you are highly fevered; or having this firm, reassuring hug when you have the chills; or allowing a solid substance to absorb and dissipate your waves of nausea.

Of course this is not something that I would personally brave to do if I were seasonally sick or unwell, being so stupidly invested in polite society and trying to appear as normal as possible… but if I woke up with a Lou Gehrig feeling of a countdown to my death, I would get my ass into a muddy hole very quickly.

I think this notion might have stemmed out of noticing how much better I feel lying on the floor than up on a bed while enduring a stomach virus, and there daydreaming of being outside and feeling even better (of course its ironic that when people are very ill they are kept inside, even when it is a beautiful day). When sick I would also do things to numb my senses by throwing a towel over my head and closing my eyes to make everything seem more distant. I have a feeling that the earth has incredible abilities to mute our minds when they are reeling in agony. Our senses which enable us to be highly mobile and defend ourselves in a faster paced above ground scenario, will be rightfully allowed to put their guards down, and we can allow ourselves to become tree-ish and effectively weather the onslaught.

So what of the seasonally frozen tundra that so much of western society has stubbornly deployed itself upon? I think the ground being frozen is a big message to all of us that we aren’t supposed to be living here, or that we need to hibernate.

You Don’t Fatten Your Sheep By Weighing Them

These days this adage is generally applied to the abusive overuse of high stakes educational testing. Here what I would like to offer is that you could draw analogous conclusions on the now routine drawing of blood at the doctor’s office. The data tracking society that has crept in to normalization lands all of us who perform well visits (in the United States at least) in the lab having hollow needles injected into our arms with the suspicion that some parameter in our blood might warrant lucrative medical intervention. Fattening we sheep is not their concern—it’s fleecing us by cashing out our wool, under the guise of protecting our health.

The likely logic is that the doctors are advancing the pharmaceutical corporations’ agendas to push a particular drug. Instead of their largely ineffectual commercial advertisements, they advertise indicators on your very own blood test that speak for themselves: you the patient may have a cholesterol problem in several years, so why not start taking our statin drug now? Personalized data in the hands of an authority such as your trusted modern doctor are a powerful weapon to coerce you into compliance.

This cynical view of mine is far more likely than the story that routine blood tests with annual physicals are a genuine advancement in medical thinking that go to benefit the patient. Blood samples twenty years ago could still test for all the same categories that they do today, so what’s the difference? It’s the drug company lobby on the medical field, many times stronger today than it used to be. Blood tests are not preventive medicine, they are battering rams that force open the gateway to medicinal plundering of the human animal.

Perhaps a new dichotomy should be formed between drugs and medicine. Previously it was drugs that were recreational, and medicine that was the remedy to an ailment. Now it is drugs being those substances that benefit someone external to the user (such as the pharmaceutical pusher), and medicine is something that benefits the actual user (an increasing rarity).

Edited 2015-10-28


Anti-State and Anti-Statin: Chomsky and Seneff at MIT