The job of Washington Attorney General should be split into two separate elected offices – one attorney to look out for the state's interests, another to protect citizens from the government.
Statins are the most prescribed medication in history. 92 million Americans take them. Global sales exceed 20 billion dollars annually.
They're considered so essential that some doctors advocate putting them in the water supply like fluoride.
Here's what statins actually do:
- They extend life expectancy by 3-4 days over 5 years of daily use according to the most optimistic meta-analyses. That's not 3-4 days per year. That's 3-4 days total after 1,825 days of taking the medication.
- One in five people on statins experiences significant side effects: muscle pain, liver damage, cognitive impairment, increased diabetes risk, neuropathy, or fatigue.
So you take a pill every day for 5 years, have a 20% chance of serious side effects, and gain 3-4 days of life expectancy on average.
The pharmaceutical industry made this the best-selling drug class in human history.
The mechanism makes it worse: Statins block HMG-CoA reductase in the mevalonate pathway. This pathway doesn't just produce cholesterol. It produces:
- CoQ10 (heart energy)
- Vitamin K2 (arterial health)
- Dolichols (cell signaling)
- Heme A (oxygen transport)
You're not taking a cholesterol drug. You're taking a metabolic wrecking ball that happens to lower cholesterol as a side effect.
The original trials that got statins approved showed minimal benefit, mostly in people who'd already had heart attacks. Then the indications expanded. And expanded. And expanded.
Now they're prescribed "preventively" to people with zero cardiac history, normal blood pressure, and good health because one calculated risk score says maybe possibly they might have a problem in 10 years.
Doctors prescribe them because guidelines say to. Guidelines say to because pharmaceutical companies funded the research that set the guidelines. The researchers who wrote the guidelines have financial relationships with statin manufacturers.
This is documented. This is public. This is normal.
And 92 million Americans take the pills every day while rates of heart disease remain unchanged and pharmaceutical companies count their billions.
The greatest scam isn't that statins don't work. The greatest scam is that they convinced the world that everyone needs to be on them.
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In 2012, the FDA ordered a new warning onto every statin label in America. The subject: memory loss and confusion. Not a footnote, not a rare-events appendix. A mandated warning on the packet of the most prescribed drug on earth.
To understand why it takes something that serious to move a regulator, meet the man the medical world couldn't wave away.
Duane Graveline was a NASA astronaut. A flight surgeon, an aerospace research physician, one of six scientist-astronauts chosen for the Apollo era. A man whose entire career was built on a mind sharp enough to be trusted in orbit.
In 1999, at his annual astronaut physical, they put him on Lipitor for his cholesterol. Six weeks later he came back from his morning walk and did not know where he was. His wife stepped outside, and he greeted her as a stranger. Six hours of his life simply gone. The hospital called it transient global amnesia, and no one could tell him why.
He suspected the statin. His doctors assured him it was unrelated, and the following year talked him into going back on, at half the dose.
It happened again. This time worse. This time he lost years. For twelve hours he was a thirteen-year-old boy, a high schooler who knew his classmates and his homework but laughed in disbelief when they told him he was a married man with children and a medical degree. He could not have treated a mouse. He was, in his own mind, a child.
Then it lifted, and this time he was certain.
Here was a physician who could read the literature, an astronaut whose credibility could not be dismissed as hysteria or coincidence, and he spent the rest of his life documenting what the drug had done to him and to others. He wrote book after book, the first of them titled Lipitor, Thief of Memory. He built a resource read by sufferers all over the world.
His own profession mostly shrugged. Cognitive damage hadn't shown up neatly in the approval trials, so to many it simply wasn't real.
It took until 2012, years of accumulated reports later, for the regulator to concede in the smallest print it could manage that the memory loss was real enough to warn about.
Graveline was never the only one. The letters came in by the hundred, ordinary people whose fog and forgetfulness had been brushed aside the same way his was.
He was simply the one they couldn't call a crank. The astronaut. The one with the credentials that wouldn't burn.
🔥 STEPHEN MILLER IS ROASTING the justices who ruled for birthright citizenship
"Here's a pretty good clue your Constitutional interpretation is wrong: If your ruling requires you to SUlClDE YOUR CIVILIZATION, your reading of the constitution is WRONG."
"There is NO POSSIBLE READING of the 14th Amendment that applies to foreigners with foreign loyalties, foreign citizenship, foreign obligations, foreign everything."
— @StephenM
It’s called summer, Bernie. Heat waves didn’t start because Americans drive cars or use natural gas. We’ve seen deadly heat waves, droughts, and extreme weather for centuries, long before your climate agenda ever existed. Every hot day isn’t proof your apocalypse is finally here.
What your green agenda has done is make life harder for working Americans. Higher energy bills, more expensive groceries, factories shutting down, jobs shipped overseas while China keeps building coal plants and laughing all the way to the bank. You preach sacrifice while the political elite keep flying private and living by a completely different set of rules.
The same fossil fuels you demonize built the modern world, lifted billions out of poverty, power our hospitals, keep homes warm in the winter, cool in the summer, and make everyday life possible. Your solution is energy poverty, government control, and forcing hardworking families to pay the price for your ideology.
No, Bernie. The real threat isn’t the weather. It’s your radical green agenda that attacks prosperity, freedom, and common sense. Americans have had enough, and we’re not buying what you’re selling. 🇺🇸
The oxidative stability of common cooking fats, most stable to least. The higher the number, the faster the fat falls apart.
Coconut oil: 2
Beef tallow: 5
Olive oil: 13
Lard: 15
Canola oil: 40
Sunflower oil: 41
Corn oil: 57
Soybean oil: 65
Look at the gap. The fats humans cooked in for thousands of years, tallow, lard, coconut, sit clustered at the bottom, barely flinching. Soybean oil is more than thirty times less stable than coconut.
Stability is not a footnote. A stable fat shrugs off the heat. A fragile one comes apart in the pan, and the more double bonds it carries the worse it goes, shedding aldehydes and oxidised breakdown products every time it meets a flame, then worse again every time a chip shop reheats the same vat for the twentieth time that day.
Then you eat it, and those fragile fats get built into the membrane of all but a few of your cells, where they sit primed to oxidise for years.
So the food industry reached for the least stable oils on the entire list, and made them the default fat in nearly everything you didn't cook yourself.
They pulled the stable fats off the shelf, swapped in the two that break down fastest, and printed "healthy" on the label.
There are fewer cattle in America today than at any point since 1951, and four companies you have probably never thought about decide what nearly all of them are worth.
The USDA's January count put the national herd at 86.2 million head, the smallest in seventy-five years. Beef cows have not been this scarce since 1961, and the 2025 calf crop was the smallest since 1941. Ground beef hit $6.69 a pound in December, up seventy-two per cent in five years, with beef prices now climbing at roughly six times the rate of overall food inflation. A cow takes years to raise, so no real recovery is possible before 2028.
Now the part that should bother anyone who eats. Four firms, JBS, Cargill, Tyson and National Beef, process around eighty-five per cent of America's grain-fed cattle, up from thirty-six per cent in 1980. That is not an accident of the market. It is the deliberate result of decades of consolidation, of feedlot deals and packer mergers waved through while the people who actually raise cattle were told this was simply efficiency.
Look at where that leaves the family farm. The rancher takes whatever the packer offers for the live animal, because there is no one else to sell to. The shopper pays whatever the same packer decides at the till. And the gap between those two numbers, vast and growing, is harvested in the middle by a cartel so brazen the government has now opened an antitrust investigation into possible price-fixing. The man with the muddy boots and the family at the checkout both lose. The four firms in between have never had a better year.
This is the quiet theft at the heart of modern food. The fourth-generation rancher selling at a loss is not failing because he is bad at his job. He is being squeezed off his own land by a system engineered to capture his margin and call it progress, drought by drought, sale by sale, until the cattle and the knowledge and the families are gone and only the processors remain. The beef on the shelf looks abundant. Underneath it is a countryside being hollowed out so that four boardrooms can set the price of dinner.
A market with four buyers and no exit is not a free market. It is a tollgate. And the people paying the toll, at both ends, are the ones who feed the country.
Ohhh now I see
-that’s why you told Puget Sound Energy they must hide the reason for the price increases on home energy bills that were actually caused by your grifty greedy CCA tax.
-Oh and I seem to remember, weren’t you the one that told us the CCA would have no impact on gas prices, maybe pennies?
-And didn’t your administration refuse to comply with state law requiring reporting of CO2 levels….because you were running for president and the results hurt your narrative and exposed the feckless green scam you were peddling?
-Oh and isn’t the CCA actually now a slush fund to dole out political favors, pay for more government spending and hiring while taking almost no action and —— which is now being raided by the legislature to pay for even more reckless spending?
So yeah, we should totally listen to your prediction and propaganda about energy …
@PamelaRaeHeath@SamaHoole We need more mills to process fiber. It's very labor intensive. We are an artisan mill trying to keep up with the demand. https://t.co/5JSdDLaDSb
Across Britain right now, farmers are shearing their sheep, bagging up the wool, and burning it. Some bury it. Some leave it to rot in a corner of the field. The wool-burning has made the odd headline as a protest, but the truth is duller and sadder. The fleece is worth less than the diesel it would take to haul it to the depot.
The numbers are grim. In recent years a kilo of British wool has fetched somewhere between twenty and sixty pence, and hill breeds like Swaledale and Welsh Mountain sank as low as ten. A whole fleece off a mountain ewe might bring thirty pence. Shearing that same ewe costs the farmer around two pounds. One Lincolnshire farmer added it up out loud: over three pounds to shear and cart a single fleece to the depot, and twenty-six pence back. So she burns them. A great many do.
Here is the part that stings. The shearing still has to happen, every year, whatever the wool will fetch. A sheep left in full fleece overheats, struggles to move, and gets eaten alive by maggots. So the job carries on purely as welfare, a cost the farmer simply eats to spare the animal, with the wool itself going on the fire straight after.
And think about what this fibre once was. For centuries wool was the engine of the English economy, the country's greatest export and the crown's main source of tax. It raised the soaring wool churches of the Cotswolds. It turned merchants into princes. To this day, whoever presides over the House of Lords sits on the Woolsack, a literal cushion of wool, put there in the fourteenth century so nobody would forget where the nation's wealth began.
Prices have lifted off the floor this past year, the first real relief in a long while. It still does not cover the shears for a hill farmer. The fibre that built England now smoulders in a heap behind the barn, and almost nobody notices the smoke.
Dr. Jeff Barke: American Academy of Pediatrics Wants to BAN All Vaccine Exemptions — While Pediatricians Pocket 50% of Their Revenue from the Vaccine Schedule!
Now they’re pushing VAXELIS — Merck’s 6-in-1 combo (DTaP + Polio + Hib + Hep B) for babies as young as 6 weeks.
Here’s what the package insert actually says:
• NO placebo-controlled safety trials — they compared it to other vaccines, not saline.
• 6 infants died in the clinical trials (SIDS, sepsis, hydrocephalus).
• Institute of Medicine confirms causal link to Guillain-Barré Syndrome (full-body paralysis) and brachial neuritis.
• 319 micrograms of aluminum per dose — plus formaldehyde, cow blood protein, neomycin, streptomycin, polymyxin B.
• NOT tested for cancer, genetic damage, or fertility harm.
• Warnings for apnea, anaphylaxis, myocarditis, encephalitis, and more.
Parents, this is NOT informed consent — this is coerced injection to protect Big Pharma profits and pediatrician cash flow.
Dr. Jeff Barke is right — this is criminal. Read the insert. Protect your kids.
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.