Somewhere a marketing department convinced half the internet that a ninety-pound tub of dried pond scum is the missing key to human health. AG1 might be the slickest con in the entire wellness racket.
Meet the visionary behind it. Before Chris Ashenden built AG1 into a billion-dollar empire, a New Zealand court convicted him of more than forty breaches of the Fair Trading Act over a rent-to-buy property scheme the judge branded the calculated exploitation of people struggling financially.
He took working families' money for homes, skipped the small matter of handing over the title, wound up his companies, stiffed the victims on much of what he owed, and sailed off to America to sell everyone smoothies.
He quietly resigned as chief executive in 2024, the very moment a podcast began shining a torch on all this. Nothing says trust me with your health like a man convicted of fleecing the desperate.
The powder itself is a masterpiece of doing almost nothing. Seventy-odd ingredients in a proprietary blend, the trade's favourite magic trick, which lets you parade a glorious label while hiding how microscopically little of each is in the scoop.
Reviewers who look closely describe a base of cheap spirulina with everything else sprinkled on like fairy dust, at doses too small to trouble your biology. The company has dodged publishing full lab reports, and once settled a lead scare by slapping a warning on the tub in California and pretending the rest of the planet did not exist.
Now the punchline, which is the money. A month runs around ninety pounds, sold direct and never in a shop, which conveniently frees up nearly the whole price to bribe whoever reads the advert.
Affiliates reportedly pocket twenty to fifty per cent of every sale, forever. AG1 hoses north of two million dollars a month at podcasts, which is exactly why Rogan, Ferriss, Bartlett, Williamson and Saint Andrew Huberman keep gargling its praises.
Huberman is reported to own a stake in the thing, and reads at his level fetch up to two hundred thousand dollars a pop. The nice neuroscientist selling you your greens owns a slice of the greens. Funny, that.
Here is the swindle beneath the swindle, so hold your nerve. AG1 sells you the terror that your dinner is failing you, that you are one scoop from collapse. Utter nonsense.
A single egg yolk, a nub of liver or a tin of sardines carries more usable nutrition than a lifetime of spray-dried lawn clippings, in a form your body can actually use. Vegetables were oversold before anyone freeze-dried them, and grinding them to powder to flog them back at ninety quid a month is that same old lie in its Sunday best.
You were never deficient. A convicted conman and the millionaires he pays to nod along simply talked you into believing it.
Eat the egg. Bin the powder.
Breaking - Scientists have discovered a technology that turns plants into highly nutritious protein without the need for factories, synthetic chemicals, or seed oils.
I found this in the Guardian, naturally, filed under their sustainability column, and read the headline three times to check it wasn't a parody of itself.
"What's at steak: myths about masculinity and meat eating pose a challenge for the climate crisis." The lads are eating beef and the ice caps are footing the bill.
They wheel in a researcher who studies "the connection between meat eating and masculinity" to reveal that "there are very large discrepancies, and consistent discrepancies, between men and women in how much meat they consume." Stop the presses. A social scientist has discovered that men, four stone heavier and slathered in more muscle, eat more food than women. Next week she tackles why the bigger dog has the bigger dinner.
Then EAT-Lancet rides in to rule that red meat should be "a treat reserved for weekly moments or special occasions." A lamb chop, the most nutrient-dense thing most people eat all week, filed next to the birthday cake. One portion. Iron rationed like wartime sugar.
But here's the bit they sail straight past, fretting about men, men, men and the toxic carnivore warming the planet with his ribeye. The most absorbable iron on earth is red meat. The people haemorrhaging it every month, and pouring it into pregnancies, are women. Anaemia is overwhelmingly a women's problem. The B12, the zinc, the creatine, the protein that holds muscle and bone together as you age, all sitting in the exact food they've branded a bloke's guilty vice.
So the Guardian has taken the one food women are most likely to be short of, painted it as male ego, and told everyone to eat less of it to cool the weather. The men will be fine. It's the women nodding along, already pale, already shattered, already told the tiredness is just life, who quietly pick up the tab.
250 years ago today, on June 29, 1776, New Yorkers looked out at the water and saw a nightmare on the horizon. The British fleet had arrived, and so many ships filled the bay that witnesses said the masts looked like "a forest of pine trees" growing out of the sea. The timing could not have been more brutal.
This was the empire's answer to the rebellion, and it was overwhelming. The first wave of around 45 warships and transports dropped anchor off Sandy Hook and Staten Island carrying General William Howe and roughly 10,000 troops. Within days it kept growing. Then his brother Admiral Richard Howe arrived with more. It would eventually swell into one of the largest seaborne invasion forces of the entire 18th century, hundreds of ships and tens of thousands of professional soldiers and German mercenaries, aimed at one city.
Now sit with the timing. While that forest of masts was filling the harbor, delegates down in Philadelphia were in the final days of debating whether to declare independence. They voted for it on July 2 and signed off on the wording on July 4. So at the exact moment America was being born on paper, the most powerful military on earth was already anchored off its coast, getting ready to strangle it in the cradle.
The people of New York understood exactly what they were seeing. Alarm bells rang, panic spread through the streets, and soldiers sprinted to their posts to stare at a force they had almost no hope of matching. Washington's army was outnumbered, outgunned, and about to get badly beaten in the battles for New York that followed.
That's the part that gets lost in the fireworks every Fourth of July. Independence wasn't declared from a position of strength. It was declared with an enemy armada already sitting on the doorstep, knowing full well what was coming. They signed their names anyway.
Did you know that the death rate from measles declined by 98% BEFORE the measles vaccine was introduced?
“This is all on the CDC website… That decline had nothing to do with vaccines.”
So, if vaccines didn’t do it, what caused that decline from 1900 to 1963?
The answer is better nutrition, better sanitation, clean water, etc., according to Attorney @AaronSiriSG.
Yet “science” wants you to believe that vaccines saved the day.
But that’s not even the biggest vaccine deception. It’s what happens before they approve these shots for human use. 🧵
The Guardian says a study shows Greenland is losing 30 million tons of ice per hour. Sounds terrifying until you add scale.
If, for argument's sake, we accept the questionable headline rate, that works out to roughly 263 gigatons lost per year. But Greenland holds 2.8 million gigatons, meaning total loss would take over 10,000 years.
And the study itself adds important context. Much of its newly counted loss comes from glacier retreat in fjords where ice was already below the sea, so it does not raise sea levels in the way the headline implies.
This is how climate fear works: Huge number. No denominator. No time scale. Just blind panic.
Sugar isn't the great villain it's made out to be. In the right context your body handles it fine, burns through it, and moves on. Eat it, spike, crash, and by teatime it's gone.
Seed oils are patient. They move in and stay. Built into the walls of your cells, folded into your fat, sitting in tissue that barely turns over for years.
A bad week of sugar costs you a bad week. A bad week of seed oils could still be lodged in your cells, quietly doing damage, in 2030.
Sugar is a hangover. Seed oils are a mortgage.
School suspends a 5-year-old for fighting.
Dad gets called in. Expecting him to apologize, punish his son, and play the good little parent.
Instead the dad listens to his son:
“This kid was picking on me at recess. I asked him to stop. He didn’t.”
Then the dad turns to the principal and says what every father in America has been thinking:
“So you don’t even know what the bully was doing to my kid… but you’re suspending MY son for ending it?”
He looks at the bully kid and says:
“You gonna think twice before you bully my son again.”
Then he turns to his boy, gives him knuckles right there in the office in front of the principal, assistant principal, counselor, and nurse:
“Son, I’m proud of you. You ain’t suspended. You got a three-day vacation. It’s hunting season. Let’s go.”
Zero tolerance policies are a joke.
They only tolerate one thing: kids who won’t defend themselves.
This dad just reminded every weak administrator in America what real parenting looks like.
Raise men. Not victims.
For over twenty years, an engineer named Richard Bernstein did precisely what his doctors ordered.
He ate the diet the American Diabetes Association blessed, close to half of it carbohydrate, and chased the resulting flood of sugar with large doses of insulin. It was killing him. By his mid-thirties his body was breaking down: failing kidneys, nerve damage, the early wreckage of a Type 1 diabetic who had been told in 1946 he would be lucky to reach forty.
The treatment was textbook. The patient was dying on it.
In 1969 he got hold of a machine that blew the whole thing open. It was a blood glucose meter, a three-pound box sold only to hospitals to tell an unconscious diabetic from a drunk. Bernstein could get one at all only because his wife was a doctor and it was bought in her name.
He began measuring his own blood sugar several times a day, the first patient in the world known to do it. What the numbers showed was damning. His levels were swinging violently outside any safe range, on the exact diet the experts had sworn by.
So he ran the experiment they never bothered to run. He cut the carbohydrate hard and swapped the big insulin doses for small, precise ones. His blood sugars flattened to near normal. His complications began to reverse.
He had cracked tight control for Type 1, the type the profession insisted diet could never touch, and the very same approach worked for Type 2.
Then came the most telling part of all. When he tried to publish what had just saved his life, the journals turned him away, not on the evidence, but because he was an engineer and not a physician. So at the age of 45 he enrolled in medical school, for the sole purpose of earning the right to be heard. He qualified, opened his own practice, and spent the next several decades proving the establishment wrong one patient at a time.
The profession never really thanked him for it. It had spent years handing a high-carbohydrate diet to people whose defining problem is that they cannot handle carbohydrate, and then blaming those same people when they fell apart.
Bernstein lived with Type 1 diabetes for 78 years and died last year at 90. He outlived a great many of the experts who swore it could not be done, and a great many more of the patients who were simply given the official advice and told to trust it.
Europeans and American patriots!
Tomorrow, the courts of my country, France, may decide to send me to prison for daring to say on television that “the main danger to women in France is Black African and Arab immigrant men.”
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One pound of 20% ground beef. The entire shopping list a human body actually needs, sat in the cheapest tray in the shop.
Here is what you get for your money. Rough daily values, raw, and cooking only concentrates them.
Macros
- Around 1,150 calories
- 78g protein, a full day's worth for most people in a single tray
- 90g fat, the part they spent decades telling you to be frightened of
- 0g carbohydrate
Vitamins and minerals
- Vitamin B12: nearly 400%
- Zinc: around 175%
- Selenium: around 125%
- Niacin (B3): around 120%
- Vitamin B6: around 65%
- Phosphorus: around 55%
- Riboflavin (B2): around 50%
- Choline: around 45%
- Iron: around 50%, and the heme kind your gut actually absorbs
- Potassium: around 25%
- Copper: around 25%
No fibre. No antioxidants you have to chew through a bowl of leaves to reach. No blood sugar spike. Just dense, absorbable, complete nourishment in the one food a toddler and a pensioner can both manage.
The figures wobble a little by brand and by butcher. The conclusion does not. They spent fifty years teaching you to fear the cheapest and most perfect food in the building.
MY REVIEW OF DISCLOSURE DAY -- A DIRECT ASSAULT ON CHRISTIANITY (AND SPIELBERG'S WORST MOVIE)
Because of how intentional I believe this film is in attempting to deconstruct Christianity, and because I want to warn people about not seeing it, this will be a very spoiler-filled review. You have been warned before proceeding further.
This review will be done in two acts: 1) the worldview of the film, 2) the quality of the film. Neither will be positive.
Disclosure Day's Worldview
This is a rather blatant attempt to evangelize into a new religion. In many respects, the transition Steven Spielberg makes from his 1970s classic Close Encounters of the Third Kind, to now Disclosure Day, is very similar to what you see from a lot of the prominent UFO/alien obsession proxies like Dr. Steven Greer. At first they start off in wonderment about what else is really out there in the cosmos and whether we're alone in the universe (or Close Encounters), but they always eventually end up at the aliens are really our saviors to show fallible human beings the way to salvation (or Disclosure Day).
If you only see people like Greer or Luis Elizondo on cable news networks, you'd think they're just scientifically inquisitive and want "the truth to be told." But if you watch their documentaries, as I have, it becomes increasingly obvious they are really selling a religion. Greer is basically just a wannabe prophet of the non-human intelligence phenomena as deliverers at this point, and Elizondo is on his way there by angrily dismissing the possibility this is all just a demonic spiritual deception (as he did in last year's The Age of Disclosure documentary).
Here are some examples of how this film head-on intends to deconstruct Christianity (in chronological scene order):
--The main character's love interest, who is now his admitted fornication partner, is a former nun. She specifically tells him early in the film she left the convent behind because "I lost my belief that God is divine." Hold on to that language later, because it's going to put everything else I point out next in its proper context.
--When the shadowy agency conducting the decades-long coverup attempts to use alien technology to subvert the former nun's consciousness and turn her into a traitor, she grabs her crucifix and tries to invoke its power to resist the alien tech -- to the point she essentially stigmatas herself. However, the crucifix is rendered powerless in the face of the superior alien technology and thus she is given over to it.
--The entire story is unfolding under the backdrop of pending nuclear war and planetary annihilation (between the US and Russia, of course, because apparently it's still 1985). In other words, we are in the end of days and lost as a species unable to save ourselves. We need a salvation we cannot acquire on our own.
--We learn the aliens specifically chose a male and a female to be the "vessels" at the vanguard of this next step of our evolution. Which the aliens are here to guide for us, of course. It is eventually revealed the male is given mathematic revelation (or logic) and the female empathy (or nurturing) -- with the female's gift depicted as superior in its intensity. Or a divine feminine.
--The climax of the disclosure broadcast occurs when the largest of the aliens is brought in by several humans in what is basically a gestatorial chair, which he emerges from to pronounce blessings upon the new Adam and Eve with a priestly whisper in his native tongue of clicks and tones (I guess Latin would've been too on the nose). The whisper is translated for all of humanity into the final line of the film: "Listen." Some might say sort of like, "Let those with ears to hear let them hear."
--Though the film makes it clear the climactic day of disclosure is being felt globally, the only religion wrestling with it is Christianity. At the convent we see several of the nuns desperately clinging to their Rosaries looking for guidance, while the Mother Superior lets out a wry smile in approval of the coming syncretism. No other religion is even depicted, let alone shown to have to grasp with the significance of all this. Why is that? All the potential answers to this question are bad. Though I'd love that to be the case, Christianity is not the only global religion on this planet. Furthermore, the only Christianity depicted in the movie is Catholicism.
--Now, back to the smiling Mother Superior at the end of the movie, and the former nun saying she lost her belief that God is divine in its opening act. The movie says this at the same time it makes it clear humanity needs saving, and the former nun also makes the case that even though she doesn't believe in God anymore the world needs that belief to maintain any form of order. Enter the aliens, who check all the boxes of what is required. They are sinless, while we are not. They have knowledge kept secret, that we do not. They are the only ones who can share such revelation with us, we can't acquire it ourselves. And by embracing this singular truth mankind can be saved, because we can't save ourselves.
If all that's not a religion, I don't know what is. If all that's not a direct attempt to redirect Christianity, I don't know what is. Marcion, Arius, and Pelagius were more subtle.
Quality of Disclosure Day Itself
Thankfully, this movie is also not very good. Had it been executed better, we might really be in trouble as a people here. It's the worst movie Spielberg has ever done.
The film doesn't really have a plot, but is just one long chase scene of not believable things. Like we are supposed to believe a nerd who admits he was never in the field before this, is now able to suddenly drive cars at high speed through houses and evade the world's most effective private security firm that has successfully protected this secret for over 75 years. We are supposed to believe if you hide behind rocks just five feet from that same organization's operatives they won't look for you there, or hear you running away in the woods as you step on branches. In another scene the "good guys" use the alien's invisibility technology to escape, but for whatever reasons turn on the sirens of the firetruck they're in so now "the bad guys" know they're there. Finally, we are supposed to believe that same shadowy organization ejects and just angrily gives up at the end without a fight to permit disclosure day to happen, even though they could've just pulled out their guns and shot everybody there before the cameras went live.
You make these kinds of continuity and believability errors when you're more about the message than the movie. I recognize it, because it's why Christian movies were so bad for so long. More concerned with checking ideological boxes and shoehorning in favored tropes over telling the best possible story. Spielberg made mistakes with this film he would've never made before as possibly the greatest director ever. And we see a lot of left-wing Hollywood making this mistake nowadays. The industry has lost patience with subverting us with good stories over time, and it's now just knocking on doors and putting their pitch right in your face like the evangelists they are.
Consider it a blessing that America's greatest director cast his pearls unto swine by shrouding all this deconstruction and deception within a hot mess of a film -- otherwise we might've had a real birth of a dangerous cult on our hands. The Lord works in mysterious ways.
Statins. A lifetime of daily pills, for a benefit so staggering they had to measure it in days.
In the actual trials, taking one every morning for years postponed death by a median of three to four days. Days, not years. Try not to spend it all at once.
Three or four days, collected right at the very end, probably in a bed. Worth it, surely. Now the small print.
Muscle pain and weakness, the most common complaint, waved away for years as simply getting old.
In the worst cases, muscle that breaks down and floods the kidneys, which can finish you off entirely.
A raised risk of type 2 diabetes, real enough that regulators marched a warning onto the box.
Memory loss and confusion, with a warning of its own. They are draining cholesterol out of a brain that is a quarter cholesterol. Bold.
A flat, grinding fatigue, as the very same drug throttles the fuel your cells run on.
Strained liver enzymes, watched for years precisely because the drug leans so hard on the organ.
Sunken hormones, since you have cut off the raw material your body builds testosterone and oestrogen from.
And for the well person swallowing it just in case, a benefit so tiny it politely rounds down to nothing.
So there is the bargain of the century. A lifetime of pain, fog, fatigue, and fresh risk, for three or four extra days you will spend swallowing the pill that caused them.
It’s time to expose Harley-Davidson… AGAIN! What I found reveals shocking stupidity. I now see @harleydavidson as hopelessly woke.
My previous videos exposing Harley resulted in a huge stock collapse and promises that they’d change, but… have they?
My investigation into their recent hires sent me down a rabbit hole that tells me they’ve learned NOTHING from our last go-around.
Their new CEO hire literally had DEI and woke policy deeply embedded in both of his most recent stops as CEO of Topgolf and Pizza Hut. That’s the guy you bring in to change things? Really???
This included Pizza Hut funding a program during his tenure, that he signed onto, where they taught teachers to indoctrinate students with racist garbage about so-called White Privilege. The document I lay out in this video shows how this program, which again… he signed onto, directed teachers to put transgender books in their classroom libraries and have discussions about preferred pronouns and “microaggressions” with kids in their class. It only gets worse from there.
Their new Chief Brand Officer, in particular, is a woke disgrace to the brand and riders. His name is Marcus Fischer (he/him) and let’s just say he’s not exactly a typical Harley rider. Oh that he/him reference? You’ll understand after watching. 💀
Hiring him AFTER you lose hundreds of millions due to wokeness is just 100% indefensible. He came from a marketing agency that pushed DEI in marketing. He was the CEO there! Pushing DEI and wokeness is literally one of the big things they did at his company. AND YOU HIRE HIM AFTER HARLEY GETS TORN TO SHREDS FOR WOKENESS?
It’s either incompetence or total contempt for your customer base at this point. When you see everything I lay out about him, there’s really no question about where things stand.
At this point, I don’t think Harley deserves another chance. I think it’s time to leave them and move on from a company that’s willing to be this blatantly disrespectful after pretending that they’d change.
And yes, I have MUCH more I’ll release in the coming weeks, but watch this and ask yourself if this resembles the people you’d imagine running a motorcycle company. Absolutely not. Just disgraceful.
And the new CEO never even bothered to call or reach out in private over the 10 months since Harley announced his hire. Seems like malpractice to me.
Share this, and feel free to clip and use it however you want. Riders need to know what Harley-Davidson has become. We can’t let them pretend to be something else.
Per usual, I’m not concerned with monetization on this video, so everyone feel free to use this video however you want to get the word out.
So far, you’ve helped me change corporate policy at Tractor Supply, John Deere, Polaris, Lowe’s, Ford, Coors, Stanley Black & Decker, Jack Daniel’s, DeWalt Tools, Craftsman, Caterpillar, Boeing, Toyota, Walmart, McDonald’s, Meta, Target, Accenture, Pepsi, Gatorade, Rockstar Energy, AT&T, Corona Beer, Modelo Beer, Pacifico Beer, IBM, Reynolds American, and all the companies they own! Crazy thing is, that’s not even the full list!!!
We’re a force to be reckoned with, and we won’t stop until wokeness is extinct.
Bear Grylls is about the last man on earth you would expect to be rescued by a steak, which is exactly why his story lands so hard.
The survivalist who has eaten raw goat testicles, camel intestinal fluid and live grubs on camera went vegan in real life, and not by halves. In 2015 he wrote a plant-based cookbook, "Fuel for Life," attacking the "unnatural ways of breeding, keeping and killing animals" driven by our appetite for meat. He told the public, with all the authority of a man who can keep himself alive in a frozen wilderness, that this was better for them and better for the planet.
Then his own body sent the invoice. By his account he was living on endless raw vegetable smoothies and ended up with kidney pain and stones, feeling skinny and weak, sleeping badly. The diet he was selling to everyone else was quietly dismantling the toughest man on television.
So he tore it up and went the other way completely. Red meat, eggs, butter, organ meat, fruit, honey. He says his kidneys settled, his skin and gut cleared, his strength came back, and that he has "never been better" and never feels hungry. He points to the nutrient density he now gets from blood, bone marrow and red meat that years of vegetables, he felt, never delivered.
Plant-based campaigners and several nutritionists have pushed back hard, and fairly so. But high-oxalate foods really can drive stones in susceptible people, which is rather his whole point.
The most striking line was not medical at all. Grylls said he feels embarrassed that he ever promoted veganism, having concluded, after years of study and experience, that he was wrong on both counts. The health and the planet.
When the man who eats anything to survive decides the thing he got wrong was giving up meat, it is worth a moment of your attention.
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California Gov candidate Tom Steyer (D) just posted a video promoting and supporting men in girls’ sports.
AB Hernandez is a male athlete who invaded female sports and stole multiple medals from girls.
Tom Steyer hates women and girls. PASS IT ON!