BREAKING: Due to Canadian wildfire smoke, Detroit, Chicago and Minneapolis now represent 3 of the 4 worst major cities for air quality on the entire planet.
Drama unfolds
The subduction of the Pacific Plate under California. Fault lines, when adjusting, do not just rip apart one day during a dramatic earthquake. They most often creep.
A massive water main break floods streets in West Hollywood, turning roads into rivers. Multiple streets, including parts of Santa Monica Boulevard and Sunset Boulevard, are closed. July 16 5:55 am.
Parents - this site is gold ..
‘Just the Inserts’ has the actual package inserts for vaccines, Vitamin K shots, and more.
No spin, just the official documents with all the warnings, ingredients, and risks listed.
Always read the fine print.
Knowledge is power. 👇🏻
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Diarrhea outbreak🚨! Here's my take:
-Media is overhyping this. This is not the next pandemic.
-Yes, Cyclospora (parasite) can cause relapsing, remitting diarrhea BUT...
-It is easily treatable (Bactrim)...
-And simply washing your food for 1 minute in cold water OR rinsing in 3:1 water/vinegar mix followed by spinning lettuce dry can reduce oocysts by 80-90%. (PMC 7926854).
-Outbreaks of Cyclospora happen every year.
-This year is trending higher than previous years, and we do not know the source BUT...
-You don't have to stop eating fruit/vegetables, or cook everything.
-Wash everything you buy in cold water and/or water+vinegar mix and your chances of getting this parasite are massively reduced.
The FDA recalls organic blueberries due to a dangerous E. coli outbreak.
The berries came from Frutas y Hortalizas del Sur in San Carlos, Chile, sold under Publix’s GreenWise organic line.
The strain is Shiga toxin producing E. coli O145:H28, tied to lot 60401 with a best by date of February 9, 2028.
Eleven cases came from Florida and one from Georgia, with four of the twelve sickened requiring hospitalization.
Trace your source. Shop fresh produce.
• Ivermectin – 12mg
• Mebendazole – 500 mg
• DMSO – ½ tsp
• C60 – 1 tsp (3 weeks on, 1 week off)
• Turmeric – 1,500 mg
• Resveratrol – 500 mg
Note down this medications because the have higher chances of eliminating cancer cells than chemotherapy
The Great Lakes region and New York is literally choking on Canadian wildfire smoke right now.
This Canadian woman just answered the question everyone’s asking: “Why is Canada always on fire?? This is like the 6th year in a row.”
Her explanation:
“We used to have indigenous fire starters who could light a fire and control it on an entire mountain. They’d do prescribed burns so there wouldn’t be crazy forest fires.
You could drive along the highways in the early ’80s and the sides would literally be on fire — with an indigenous person walking right there controlling it.
But we banned them from their ancient practices.
Now we have crazy forest fires… ’Cause we suck.”
Her words. Not mine. Just like California and how they made wildfires even worse.
Here’s the real test of friendship:
A true friend. Someone who actually cares about their relationship with you. When they hear negative things about you, when the narcissist tells them you said or did something terrible, the first thing they do is contact YOU.
They ask for your version. They want to hear directly from you before they believe anything.
If that didn’t happen? If they believed the story without ever asking you? Ask yourself this question: Were they ever really my friend?
Because a real friend doesn’t need the narcissist’s version confirmed by ten other people. A real friend asks YOU first.
Two teens were hit in a crosswalk after practice.
Police said the undocumented driver had prior DUI history, no valid license, and kept going.
One teen died.
One survived with a life divided into before and after.
They were still wearing team hoodies.
Sweat dried in their hair.
Snacks in their backpacks.
Parents texting, where are you?
This is not a traffic story.
It is a permission story.
Who permitted the driver back on the road?
Who treated the first arrest like a clerical problem?
Who decided license laws, immigration laws, and court dates could all be optional until a teenager paid in blood?
The surviving student will hear whistles at games and remember impact.
A family will pass the field and see a future that stopped walking.
Rules are not cruelty.
Rules are the crosswalk between civilization and chaos.
Someone erased it.
The Manpupuner rock formations are a set of 7 stone pillars located west of the Ural Mountains in the Troitsko-Pechorsky District of the Komi Republic.
They are also known as the Seven Strong Men Rock Formations.
"I'd be called crazy if I took my son to a guy in a white butcher coat & he injects him with Formaldehyde, Antifreeze, Aluminum, Monkey Kidney, Bovine Serum & Human DNA."
"But, somehow magically if it's a 'wellness Doctor visit' for Vaccines it's healthy?...Make it make sense."
In this country, once a year, the entire nation is permitted to set the sky on fire.
Nobody warned me. On the third of July I went to bed a calm man, and near midnight the first explosion arrived, and I was on my feet with my hand where my sword would be if this country allowed me to carry one, which it does not, which is the only reason my neighbor is alive.
Because it was my neighbor.
Randy. In his driveway. Holding a tube the size of a child, grinning up at a green fire he had personally launched over three rooftops.
"HAPPY EARLY FOURTH, buddy!" he screamed, over the sound of his own artillery.
In my land, only the state could command fire in the sky, and only for the death of an emperor, or the birth of one.
Here a man named Randy, who repairs air conditioners, commands the same fire from his driveway, for fun, because the calendar said he could.
I decided this was the most American thing I would ever witness. Then America kept topping it, which is also the most American thing.
The next night, the real one, the whole town gathered in a field.
I have never seen a country so unarmed and so unafraid.
Old men in folding chairs. Babies in ear protection. A dog in a bandana who had made peace with none of this. Grandmothers with coolers holding enough food to survive a siege, handing it to strangers, because on this night a stranger is only a member of your family you have not fed yet.
A woman I did not know put a paper plate in my hands. Ribs. Corn. A scoop of something orange and sweet I have never identified and now dream about.
"Eat, hon, you're too skinny."
I have the body of a man who has trained with the blade since childhood. She looked at me and saw a boy who needed feeding. I have decided she was right. In this country everyone is someone's boy who needs feeding, and I find I do not mind being claimed.
Then the sky opened.
I have seen fireworks. I had not seen this. This was not a display. This was a town spending money it did not have to make its children say "ohhh" in the dark, all at once, in one voice, a sound so pure I felt it loosen a knot in my chest I had carried for forty years.
A little girl on a blanket pointed up and said, "That one's my favorite."
It had not gone off yet. She was pointing at the empty dark. She simply knew that whatever came next would be worth loving in advance.
I have never trusted the future the way that child trusted the next thirty seconds.
When the finale came, the whole field lay back in the grass together, and the sky grew so loud and so bright it erased everyone's face, and for one full minute I could not tell the strangers from the family, because there was no difference, because there had never been one, because that was the entire point and I had been too armored to see it.
My father called the next morning. In Japan it was already the fifth.
He asked what all the noise on the news had been.
I told him the whole country had set the sky on fire, together, to remember that they are free, and that a woman had fed me ribs and called me too skinny.
He was quiet for a moment.
Then my father, who has never once said such a thing, said, "It sounds like a good place."
It is, father.
Come. There is a plate here with your name on it.
Somebody is going to call you too skinny.
You are going to love it.
You Would Need To Eat Eight Oranges To Get The Same Nutrition A Single One Provided Your Grandparents:
USDA data shows that the nutrient content of fruits and vegetables has declined dramatically since the 1950s, with Vitamin A in some produce down by as much as 50% and Vitamin C declining across multiple crops
The reason is soil. Modern farming breeds crops for yield, requiring decades of tillage and chemical inputs that have stripped the soil of the microbial life and organic matter that plants draw nutrients from
In Louisiana, a man I had known for four hours invited me to eat at his home.
In Japan, this would require two years of restaurant dinners and a formal discussion about scheduling.
He drove me to his backyard. There was no table set. There were no plates.
There was a folding table covered in newspaper.
I assumed the dishes were still inside. I waited politely by the door.
He walked past me carrying a pot the size of a bathtub, tilted it over the table, and poured.
What came out was a red mountain. Crawfish, hundreds of them, tumbling across the newspaper with corn and potatoes and sausage and a spice so strong my eyes watered from six feet away.
I looked around for forks.
Nobody else was looking for forks.
A woman reached in with her bare hand. She picked up a crawfish, twisted off its head with one clean motion, and sucked the inside of it.
I need you to understand something. She was not performing. She was not being dared. This was Tuesday.
Everyone was doing it. Grandmothers. Children. A man in a dress shirt who had come straight from church and had not changed because the boil would not wait for a man to change.
He twisted. He sucked. He reached for the next one without pausing his sentence.
I have held a sword. I have trained to show nothing on my face.
I picked one up. The spice burned my fingers. I twisted the head. Something inside it looked back at me.
I sucked it anyway.
The flavor hit my whole mouth at once, and it was so good I forgot I was horrified.
I ate thirty. Then forty. The spice destroyed my lips by the tenth one and I kept going because the man next to me was still reaching and I refused to be the first to stop.
Then I noticed the boy across the table. He was five. Maybe six. He had a pile of empty shells in front of him twice the size of mine.
He was not concentrating. He was peeling crawfish the way other children breathe. Without effort. Without looking down.
A child was beating me at dinner in front of his entire family.
His grandmother saw my face. She said, "You doin' just fine, baby."
She handed me a beer.
I understood the beer was not a reward. It was medical.
By the end I was sitting in a plastic chair with newspaper ink on my elbows and spice under my fingernails. I had no plate. I had no fork. I had not used a single utensil in two hours.
In Japan, a formal meal takes fourteen steps. The angle of the chopsticks. The order of the courses. A bow before the first bite. A bow after the last.
In Louisiana, the instructions are: boil it, pour it on the news, stand around it with the people you love.
I have eaten kaiseki prepared by a man who trained for thirty years.
He never once served it on a newspaper.
He never once served it this well.
I asked the man when they do this again.
He said Saturday.
I asked which Saturday.
He said every Saturday.
There are currently 838 wildfires burning across Canada. More than 100 are in northwestern Ontario, sending thick smoke to the Great Lakes and Northeast U.S.
I am in tears. President Trump just announced our VETERANS will replace illegals as truck drivers ❤️
“Any American that’s driven a heavy truck for our military is automatically eligible for a commercial drivers license”
THIS IS HUGE NEWS 🔥