The fat in a blocked artery is three quarters unsaturated, and a cardiologist has known that since 1994.
The pipe story goes like this: you eat butter, the butter floats about in the blood, the butter sticks to the wall like grease in a drain, one day the drain is shut. It is the tidiest piece of medicine ever drawn on a napkin, and every part of it is wrong.
Dietary fat does not float about. It is packaged in the gut, shipped to your fat stores and muscle, and is gone from the blood within hours. Plaque does not sit in the pipe like sludge; it grows inside the wall, underneath the lining, where nothing you swallowed can reach it without an invitation. And the invitation is damage: a cholesterol particle gets through the lining, oxidises, and the immune system builds a scab over it. A plaque is a scab on the inside of a pipe, not a lump of dripping in the bend.
In 1994 The Lancet did the obvious thing and cut the plaques open to see what the fat inside them actually was. 26% saturated. 74% unsaturated, and more than 40% of it polyunsaturated, the fat that oxidises, the fat that comes out of a seed, the fat the butter was replaced with.
So the drain was never blocked with butter. It was scabbed over a wound, and the wound was full of the stuff the leaflets told two generations to cook with instead.
The pipe was a metaphor. The seed oil was a diet.
Nobody arrives at carnivore in one jump, and I got here by refusing to stop following a trail of evidence that kept paying out.
The first clue was boring. I skipped breakfast for a while, ate inside a window, and noticed something I had not been told to expect: the afternoon slump got shallower, the bloat went, and a low hum of anxiety I had carried since my twenties turned down a notch. Small, but real, and I have never been able to unsee a real thing.
So I asked the obvious question. If eating less often did that, what would eating differently do? I went properly low carb, the version where the bread actually leaves the house. The blood sugar swings stopped. The floor under my energy rose a foot. The version of me at four in the afternoon started resembling the version at nine in the morning.
Then keto, all the way in, and this is where it stopped being an experiment. A fog I had accepted as my own personality lifted. Joint ache I had filed under age turned out to be filed wrongly. The anxiety became a footnote. I had assumed those were the terms of being alive. They were the terms of what I was eating.
Every time I felt better I assumed I had reached the end. Every time, the same logic kept walking. If keto works, what is the cleanest keto there is? What is left when you remove every source of friction and eat only what the human animal was built on?
Meat, fat, eggs, dairy. So I did that, and I felt better again, and that was six years ago.
I have never found the next step. I have looked. There is no seventh rung where I feel better than this, and I have stopped expecting one.
That is the whole answer to why I have not stopped. People ask as if there must be a struggle involved, a willpower reserve slowly running out. There is nothing to resist. Quitting would mean choosing, on purpose, with full knowledge, to feel worse, and I have yet to meet a compelling reason to do that.
I stopped thinking of it as a diet years ago. A diet has a finish line. This is the most reliable tool I have ever found for waking up with a competent mind in a competent body, day after day, without negotiation, and I did not know I was capable of that until the food changed. I had assumed the capable people were built differently.
They were fed differently.
If you have a low hum you have learned to live with, or a fog you have named after yourself, or an ache you have handed to your age, start where I started. Skip a meal and pay attention. Then follow the logic and refuse to stop where it gets uncomfortable.
The trail ends at a plate of beef. I have checked.
You are not an omnivore. You are a fat-burning animal that will tolerate a potato.
You have an organ that exists solely to store a fat detergent between meals.
You have a gland that makes lipase before the food arrives, because your body is expecting fat.
You have a liver producing a litre of bile a day, and bile does nothing to a carbohydrate.
You have lacteals, lymph vessels built to carry fat around the liver entirely and pour it into your blood near the heart. Nothing else you swallow gets that route.
You have adipose tissue, an organ, holding months of fuel without complaint.
You have brown fat, whose entire purpose is burning fat to keep you warm.
You have ketone transporters in the wall of your brain, sitting ready.
Gallbladder, bile, lipase, lacteals, adipose, brown fat, ketone transport.
Now count the equivalent for glucose.
Ninety minutes of it in your muscles and liver. No glucose organ. No reserve. No backup.
Run low on fat and you go weeks. Run low on glucose and your liver builds more out of protein, because your body will not sit and wait for a potato.
Carnivore does not cover it either. Carnivore is a shopping list, and it says nothing about which part of the animal you need.
Eat nothing but chicken breast and white fish for a fortnight and you will be exhausted, ravenous and cold, surrounded by meat the whole time.
Your liver caps how much protein it can handle. It has never once capped fat.
There is an essential fatty acid. There is an essential amino acid. There has never been an essential carbohydrate.
So eat like the animal you are. Twenty per cent mince. Ribeye over fillet. Belly, shoulder, cheek. Butter in the pan and butter on the plate after.
Omnivore is what you tolerate. Lipovore is what you are wired for.
If you had trusted the settled science of the day, here is how it would have gone.
1890s: you dose the baby with Bayer's new cough syrup, the non-addictive alternative to morphine, marketed for children. It was heroin. They named it after the German for heroic.
1900s: you rub calomel teething powder on your infant's gums. It is a mercury compound, and it leaves a generation with pink disease. Swollen, peeling hands and feet, screaming for months, and some of them died.
1910s: you cook in Crisco, launched by a soap and candle company, because cottonseed oil is modern and lard is what your mother used. The process that made it solid produced trans fat, banned outright a century later.
1920s: you drink Radithor, certified radioactive water, on prescription. Eben Byers took fourteen hundred bottles for his vitality. His jaw was removed in pieces and he was buried in a lead coffin.
1930s: a chemist dissolves a new sulfa drug in diethylene glycol, which is antifreeze. It kills 107 people, mostly children, and only then does America give the FDA power to demand safety testing.
1940s: your doctor lights a Camel in the surgery. More doctors smoke them than any other brand, and the advert runs in the Journal of the American Medical Association, which sold him the page.
1950s: DDT is sprayed over your kitchen, your garden and your children at school. The man who found its insecticidal properties has already been given a Nobel Prize.
1960s: your wife takes thalidomide for morning sickness because it is remarkably safe. More than ten thousand children are born with missing and shortened limbs.
1970s: the country puts down the butter and picks up the margarine, on the instruction of the American Heart Association. The fat everybody switched to was banned in 2015 as unsafe at any level.
1980s: the fat comes out of everything and sugar goes back in to make it edible. Obesity begins a climb it has never come off.
1990s: your father is prescribed OxyContin, because fewer than one per cent get addicted. The company later pleads guilty to criminal misbranding, and the overdose count runs into hundreds of thousands.
2000s: you take Vioxx for your knee. It is pulled in 2004, and the FDA's own safety officer estimates tens of thousands of excess heart attacks.
Not one of those was fringe. Every one had a professional body, a literature and a man in a white coat standing behind it.
Nobody who followed that advice was stupid. They were obedient, to the most qualified people available.
Settled is a word about money. It means the questions stopped being funded, so they stopped being asked.
So which of today's instructions will your grandchildren read out in disbelief.
The oil washed in hexane and built into every cell you own. The statin that blocks the pathway making your hormones, to prevent one heart attack per hundred people. The injection where a third of the loss is muscle. The infant formula built out of vegetable oil.
All settled. None of it funded to be otherwise.
🚨 IT'S OFFICIAL: By the stroke of pen and flanked by RFK Jr., President Trump establishes a new US vaccine schedule that decreases the number of jabs from 72 to 11 — and spreads them out over multiple visits, rather than pumping the child all at once
"That's a big one in my book!"
MAHA is alive and well! 🇺🇸
Do you know why they hate Ivermectin so much?
Because everywhere Ivermectin was used widely, they didn't get the death counts they desperately needed.
The goal of those in charge of the COVID-19 Pandemic Response was to drive up the death toll so they could herd people into the COVID-19 jabs.
No one in any position of power was trying to save lives. No one.
They were trying to kill as many as they could get away with killing. This was the #1 goal from day one.
Only once you understand that fully, does the pandemic response make sense in its entirety.
We constantly hear: "mistakes were made", "the science changed", "the virus evolved", "we did the best we could with the info we had".
No, mistakes were NOT made.
The goal was to maximize the death count.
Every hospital protocol.
Every public health recommendation.
Every vaccine recommendation.
Ivermectin stood in the way
Hydroxychloroquine stood in the way
Vitamin D stood in the way
Fresh air stood in the way
They got rid of absolutely everything that stood in the way of maximizing COVID-19 deaths.
The Real Anthony Fauci became the #1 non-fiction hardcover bestseller despite being the most censored book of the decade. Bookstores, including national chains, refused to carry it. Libraries refused to carry it. Every major newspaper declined to review it. The New York Times refused to publish a paid advertisement for the book and made it #7 on its bestseller list, even though it outsold any other book by thousands of copies.
YouTube took down videos of a book signing. Amazon shadow banned it. Twitter wouldn’t let the publisher promote it.
Despite all of that, 1.4 million Americans bought the book because they were tired of the lies and they wanted their freedom back.
Then today, with hundreds of millions of Americans demanding the truth, Fauci invoked the Fifth Amendment 111 times at his Senate hearing. The American people waited six years for answers. Today, they got silence. But that silence told us all we needed to know.
Thank you, @SenRandPaul, for your relentless pursuit of truth, transparency, and accountability. 🇺🇸
46 wetenschappers van het IPCC hebben hun ontslag genomen.
De reden?
Omdat er niet naar hen geluisterd wordt, omdat hun meningen afwijken van het gangbare verhaal!
Maar geloof me niet zomaar op mijn woord, hier zijn hun verklaringen:
Dr. Robert Balling: Het IPCC merkt op dat "er geen significante versnelling van de zeespiegelstijging in de 20e eeuw is waargenomen." Dit stond niet in de IPCC-samenvatting voor beleidsmakers.
Dr. Lucka Bogataj: "Stijgende concentraties koolstofdioxide in de atmosfeer veroorzaken geen wereldwijde temperatuurstijging... eerst veranderde de temperatuur en zo'n 700 jaar later volgde een verandering in de hoeveelheid koolstofdioxide in de atmosfeer."
Dr. John Christy: "Wat weinig mensen weten, is dat de meeste wetenschappers die bij het IPCC betrokken zijn, het er niet over eens zijn dat er sprake is van klimaatverandering. De bevindingen van het IPCC zijn in elk opeenvolgend rapport steevast verkeerd voorgesteld en/of gepolitiseerd."
Dr. Rosa Compagnucci: "De mens heeft slechts een paar tienden van een graad bijgedragen aan de opwarming van de aarde. Zonneactiviteit is een belangrijke drijvende kracht achter het klimaat."
Dr. Richard Courtney: "Het empirische bewijs wijst er sterk op dat de hypothese van door de mens veroorzaakte opwarming van de aarde onjuist is."
Dr. Judith Curry: "Ik ga niet zomaar mijn mening geven en het IPCC steunen, want ik heb geen vertrouwen in het proces."
Dr. Robert Davis: "De wereldwijde temperaturen veranderen niet zoals de meest geavanceerde klimaatmodellen voorspelden. In de samenvatting van het IPCC voor beleidsmakers wordt geen enkele keer melding gemaakt van temperatuurmetingen via satellieten."
Dr. Willem de Lange: “In 1996 noemde het IPCC mij als een van de circa 3000 ‘wetenschappers’ die het erover eens waren dat er een aantoonbare menselijke invloed op het klimaat bestaat. Dat was ik niet. Er is geen bewijs dat de hypothese ondersteunt dat een ongecontroleerde, catastrofale klimaatverandering het gevolg is van menselijke activiteiten.”
Dr. Chris de Freitas: "Besluitvormers binnen de overheid zouden inmiddels moeten weten dat de basis voor de aloude bewering dat koolstofdioxide een belangrijke drijvende kracht achter het wereldwijde klimaat is, ter discussie staat; en daarmee ook de tot nu toe aangenomen noodzaak van kostbare maatregelen om de uitstoot van koolstofdioxide te beperken. Als ze het niet weten, komt dat door het lawaai van de klimaathysterie, die gebaseerd is op de drogreden van 'argumenten uit onwetendheid' en voorspellingen van computermodellen."
Dr. Oliver Frauenfeld: "Er is nog veel meer vooruitgang nodig met betrekking tot ons huidige begrip van het klimaat en onze mogelijkheden om het te modelleren."
Dr. Peter Dietze: "Door gebruik te maken van een gebrekkig werveldiffusiemodel heeft het IPCC de toekomstige opname van koolstofdioxide door de oceanen ernstig onderschat."
Dr. John Everett: "Het is tijd voor een realiteitscheck. De oceanen en kustgebieden zijn veel warmer en kouder geweest dan wordt voorspeld in de huidige klimaatveranderingsscenario's. Ik heb het IPCC en recentere wetenschappelijke literatuur bestudeerd en ben van mening dat er geen probleem is met toenemende verzuring, zelfs niet tot de onwaarschijnlijke niveaus in de meest gebruikte IPCC-scenario's."
> be elsevier
> make PDFs of publicly-funded research
> pay researchers exactly $0
> instead ask researchers to pay $11,000 to get their papers published
> put those papers behind a paywall
> sell subscriptions to universities for $1M
> make $4 billion in annual revenue
> add exactly zero value
> make $1.4 billion in profit at a margin of 37%, higher than Apple, Google, and Microsoft
> be ultimate rent-seeker known in the history
The real vegan, if she actually thought it through, would eat grass-fed beef and lamb, drink milk, wear wool and leather, and cook with butter and tallow.
Hear me out.
The premise of veganism is the reduction of animal suffering and the protection of the environment. Both reasonable concerns. Both worth holding.
The grass-fed cow on a British hillside lived approximately the best life any animal has access to. So did the lamb on the fell above her. They walked. They grazed. They had young. They were known by the farmer by name. When they went, they went quickly, on a single bad day at the end of a long good life. The vast majority of vertebrates in nature do not get that.
A field of cattle and sheep on permanent pasture supports 300 species of invertebrate, multiple bird species, a living soil microbiome and a hedgerow ecosystem unmatched by anything arable.
A field of soy, harvested by a combine, supports approximately none of these.
Mice, voles, rabbits, ground-nesting birds and field invertebrates are killed in the harvesting of arable crops at a rate of roughly twelve animals per hectare per year. The vegan diet, sourced from monoculture arable, causes substantially more direct animal death than the grass-fed beef and lamb diet, calorie for calorie.
Wool comes from a sheep who needed shearing anyway. Refuse it and she dies of fly strike.
Leather is the byproduct of an animal already raised for food. Refuse it and you have saved no animal, and bought a polyester equivalent that will outlive you in landfill.
Milk comes from a cow or ewe producing more than her young needs. Refuse it and she gets mastitis.
Tallow is rendered from the same animals. Refuse it, buy palm oil instead, and you have funded the clearance of an Indonesian rainforest.
The honest vegan, doing the maths, eats grass-fed beef and lamb on a Sunday, butter on her bread, wool on her body, and leather on her feet.
The current vegan eats Brazilian soy, wears Texan polyester, and considers the animals on the hill the problem.
The animals on the hill are the answer. Most vegans, if they actually got out of London, would meet the answer in person, and quietly change their mind on the train home.
The most common reply offered to a carnivore who has lost forty pounds, reversed their diabetes, and stopped craving food for the first time in twenty years is this:
"Well, you're just in a calorie deficit."
Yes. Well done. Excellent insight.
You have looked at the result and declared it the cause. You have noticed the man who quit drinking is sober, and helpfully informed him this is because he is not consuming alcohol.
CICO is a summary of what happened. It tells you nothing about how it was achieved. Why it was sustainable. Why the person was not hungry, cold, miserable or weak. Why it has held for five years instead of collapsing in six weeks like every other calorie-counting attempt the same person made before.
The carnivore did not pick a number on a spreadsheet and grimly subtract their way to a smaller body.
The carnivore ate the most nutrient-dense food on the planet, in unrestricted quantities, until the body said it was done. They removed the foods that override satiety, lower metabolic rate, and keep fat locked in the fat cell. The deficit happened on its own.
The diet caused the deficit. The deficit did not cause the diet.
Pointing at the deficit and saying "ah, that's why" is like pointing at the smoke and calling it the cause of the fire.
Sure, the carnivore is in a calorie deficit. They are also not hungry, not tired, not counting, not weighing, not crashing, and not regaining.
Show me the CICO veteran with the same outcome.
Show me one.