VOTD: Bodyguard

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This is a companion video to this post (scroll down some). Sadly, I haven’t seen any of them in a few years. ~Vic



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Funny Friday: Rona Humor

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POTD: Wolf Moon 2022

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I just realized that I have never done Wolf Moon post. There is something about January where I keep missing the full moon. Full illumination occurred at 6:48p EST on January 17. Better late than never, I guess. Howl for me! ~Vic

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Movie Monday: The Dying Swan 1917

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One hundred, five years ago, today, the 1917 short, silent film The Dying Swan (Russian: Umirayushchiy Lebed) was released in Russia (Moscow). Starring Vera Karalli (Gizella), Aleksandr Kheruvimov (Gizella’s Father), Vitold Polonksy (Viktor Krasovsky), Andrej Gromov (Valeriy Glinskiy) and Ivane Perestiani (Glinskiy’s Friend), it was directed by Yevgeni Bauer and written by Zoya Barantsevich.

A grief-stricken ballerina becomes the obsession of an increasingly unhinged artist.

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Gizella, who is a dancer and mute, falls in love with Victor, whom she met at the lake. She believes that love is mutual but, […] sees Victor with another girl after he cancels a date with her. She becomes an object of sympathy for the artist Glinsky, who sees Gizella dancing The Dying Swan and uses her as a model for a picture on the theme of death.

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When Viktor meets Gizella one day beside the lake, he takes an interest in her and begins to call on her regularly. When Viktor deceives her and she finds him with another woman, she moves away and begins a career as a ballerina.

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A brokenhearted dancer and an artist desperate for inspiration form a strange collaboration in Russian director Yevgeni Bauer’s psychological drama. Morbid in the best possible way.

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The Dying Swan (Century Film Project/12-10-2017)

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VOTD: Storm Cloud

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Companion video to this post and this post. ~Vic



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Thoughts Thursday: De-evolution

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Sad state of affairs… ~Vic

POTD: Gotta Go

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I think it might be missing something? ~Vic

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VOTD: Strange Worm

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I posted a picture of this thing in June of 2019. It was taken April 13th. Anybody know what kind of worm this is? ~Vic



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Word Wednesday: Byronic

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The Byronic hero, incapable of love or capable only of an impossible love, suffers endlessly. He is solitary, languid [and] his condition exhausts him. If he wants to feel alive, it must be in the terrible exaltation of a brief and destructive action.

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The Byronic Hero is a character notable for being sullen, withdrawn, hard to like and hard to know but, usually possessing a rich inner life and a softer side, accessible only to a special few.

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POTD: Goldenrod

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I think this is Solidago Canadensis. Pl@ntnet seems to think it is the seedling version. ~Vic

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Happy New Year 2022…Maybe…

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VOTD: Dragon

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I’m still on a break and, yes, that is a new heading but, I want to thank Momma Linda, again. for a gift I received, today. In addition to my two previous dragons, I have a third baby to enjoy. More tears… ~Vic



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POTD: Fire In The Sky

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Companion shot here.

Taking a break for a while. ~Vic

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Story Sunday: All Hail Covid

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“He’s not Covid, he’s just cold.”
Graham Chapman & Terry Jones from Life Of Brian 1979.
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From a UK doctor… I encourage you to read the entire article. I’m shocked. ~Vic

What has been witnessed in the last two years is not medical science. It is the death of reason and the birth of a religious cult. The Church of Covid [was] fathered, illegitimately, by the financial elite and delivered from the womb of governments. Its Holy Trinity…the Pfizer, the Moderna and the Aztec-Zeneca. Baptism is by experimental vaccination. Its priesthood (SAGE), itself controlled by the papal WHO. Pope WHO mediates between the people and the Viral Gods mostly through belief systems of fear and disgust. The cult even possesses strange triplet mantras, ritual ablutions and symbolic headgear. Fit, healthy children are being sacrificed at its altars. Those who willingly joined are too scared to leave, many were coerced [and], a minority resist, hoping for a saviour and a promised land. It is more effective and covid-safe to believe in garlic, silver bullets and wooden stakes.

To hold dominion, the cult practices peculiar sorcery. It redefines our currency of ideas…words. If it cannot cherry-pick statistics, it invokes alchemy to make them lemons. It inculcates a suspension of critical faculties and delusional mass behaviours by an indoctrination with fixed, false beliefs. Hence, the public seems hypnotised to suspend belief, in their own eyes and ears, replacing it with the cult’s doctrine that everyone is at risk of a horrible, premature death. [O]ur sole saviour is the covid jab. The NHS piously chants along reinforcing it all like a church choir. If one effectively challenges the beliefs, it casts more spells…censorship, cancellation [and bigger lies]. Heretics are exhorted to drink from the poisoned chalice, lest excommunication. It falsely stains outsiders as unclean, unbelievers [and] anti-vax infidels. The masses flock to the cult. They are thrilled! [E]ach could help save the world. Finally, little lives had big meanings, mission and a free holiday. They would do whatever it took in an extreme solidarity. Why on earth would they wish to return to reality?

One Last Cult Ward Round

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Renal failure man, 60[…]. He calls. My headset is ready. He is desperate to have the third jab. He has called the 119 covid call-centres and exhausted their algorithms. Okay, I say, book in with the vaccination nurse for your booster. However, it is not okay. I am thinking “…your immune system, suppress and interfere with it at your peril.” Renal man cries “…but, they only do the booster. I need the third jab!” I confess, I do not know the material difference…but who will? He moaned, becoming more frustrated. I apologised, knowing I would not have either (over my dead body), [let] alone three. He said his renal specialist had advised him to have the third. Before I even speak to say [that] I would write to confirm what my colleague meant by ‘the third, not the booster’, he slams down the phone. Regardless, I write to my colleague to resolve my desperate patient’s personal covid nightmare.

The answer comes two weeks later. Lymphoma man, 74, calls. The NHS has written to him. “Doctor,” he asks, “do I need four jabs?” I raise my eyebrows. What is this new NHS hell? I have a copy of the letter filed in his notes. There is no date on the letter, where it should be [and] there is a menacing QR code, looking like a mutant space invader. The letter confesses it does not know if he is immuno-compromised or merely a normal punter. In either case, it recommends a further jab. The letter reasons, if you are immuno-compromised, let us call it “the third jab of a course” (as if the third jab six months later was always the intention). The letter explains, “It is different to the booster, as it is part of the first (‘primary’) course.” It appears like a sentence constructed in the abstract by a team of highly-paid, clueless government lawyers, not medics.

It continues, sagely, “If you…have already received a booster, following your first and second dose, please treat this as your third dose.” I shake my head. Curious. The answer seems to be same jab, different nomenclature. So, what do these semantics mean for the future of my patients? Who should have the booster? How many boosts will they need? When will they need them? How is it decided? The language seems to anticipate a ‘secondary’, three-course covid meal for the immuno-compromised. It does seem all rather arbitrary. Sadly, lymphoma man is not done. He couldn’t care less if he has three or four jabs. He just wanted to know…know what his duty to Queen and country is. I probed, tactfully, testing his feelings[…]. [D]idn’t the language disturb him? No. Didn’t he find it concerning that, four weeks ago (after his glorious first and second super jabs), he was hospitalised with a primary covid diagnosis and treated for a secondary bacterial pneumonia on the hospital ward? No. Given this, did he have any reservations about a third jab? No. Not one tooth of one cog could be turned. He was sold on it, ‘til death would he and the Nth jab part. The degrees of covid irony are infinite.

Then, there are the jab mix-sceptics. This is what our triggered health secretary thinks of them. Mr. Agonised, 81, smells a rat. He had the AZ custom clot-shot twice. He survived. He is aggrieved. Why can’t they give him a third-time lucky AZ? He is being offered Pfizer. Can it be safe or effective to mix them? It’s a good question […], [but] not the only one he needs to ask. He rang the call-centres [and] they cannot help him. They have referred him to his doctor. ‘Doctor’ is likely going to refer him to the corporatised government advice…Just do it! He tells me his daughter is a district nurse and is going to do her research. Good luck. She will need access to the Dark Net to get an iota of truth. He asks me what I think and, while he’s here (he is not, he is on the phone), should he have the flu jab at the same time? Just do it! I tell him he should do nothing of the sort while he is on antibiotics and steroids. He [needs] to be well. [B]esides, Pfizer [doesn’t] want his immune response to be suppressed by steroids. They want to see its full glorious spectacle. As for mixing vaccines, Lord knows… [I]t is as speculative as the whole show. I tell him I cannot comment, [as] it is all so novel and phase three trials are not even complete for two shots. He is frustrated. I mitigate. Does he really want the AZ? Did he know that it has been withdrawn from under 40s because of the clot risk? He did not. All he knows is he needs a third something and will make [god-damned] sure he gets it by hook or crook. He resiles a little. Should he have flu and covid jabs together? I tell him that’s what the government would advise but, it would hide the culprit should he become unwell with one. It would be best for him [to] get well, get off steroids and to stagger them. What’s the rush? Of course, for the vaccine companies, the more immunogenic the response, the better for efficacy…[but], it comes with the risk of unpredictable inflammation. Besides, a significant number of patients, paradoxically, develop respiratory infections after the flu vaccine (and, [possibly], the covid jabs). Vaccine-derived viral interference may be responsible.

Mr. The Tide-is-Turning, 76, is similar. Should he get the third Pfizer with the flu jab? I run through the basics. He is with me. He confides in me [that] his neighbour got the third [shot], recently and then ‘got covid’, whatever that means. He is skeptical. Next week he returns, calling me for more advice. I have made an ally. I discover his son works in the practice admin department.

Mr. & Mrs. Compliant in their 30s. She asks when [he can] get his booster. Will his piles delay this? I can tell that this is an important social rite of passage from her excitable tone. She does not need Dr. Party Pooper. Her man needs to hold down a job with a triple jab and feed the three little ones. Besides, what would the neighbours on her row of terraces say?

Parkinson’s man, 65. He said the job was very stressful. Three of his colleagues all had TIAs at the start of the year. I took a double take. That was not the medical stuff of stress. If it were, I would also be in the stroke unit, most days, over the last two years. Could it be the jab? [I]t was too early for most. I checked his notes. He (and his colleagues) had the first jab Feb 2021, as they were key workers in a high security government facility. We eye each other. He was a canny fellow. He left, remarking it was ‘nice talking to someone who thinks like me’.

Possible Parkinson’s man, 70, cannot speak properly, probably due to Parkinson’s but, no one really knows. He has been waiting for [an] NHS neurologist’s diagnosis for two years. Again, it is all on a headset…[t]he weak, distant, shuffling bradykinetic monotone of a suffering man. A simple generic medication would cure it and release him from a covid-measures jail sentence. There is no emotion in the voice because he is neurologically unwell. A colleague wrote, self-appeasingly, that the mask-like facies of Parkinson’s was not observable because of his face mask. Really? She did not dare even peak through a gaping aperture? This was written to abrogate clinical responsibility for a simple diagnosis. The universal excuse for everything is “’cos of covid”. I apologise and do what has become a daily ritual…a letter to expedite what was already urgent a year ago. Non-specialist GPs would not generally make the formal diagnosis nor initiate treatment for Parkinson’s. He is trapped in a manufactured, immoral situation of spineless, supine risk-aversion. However, I will make an exception in this horrific situation. I instruct him to call me if there is no progress within seven days […]. I will diagnose and treat him myself. This is the real emergency…[not] covid.

Quinsy man, 46, is a medical misnomer of three months standing. His battle-axe wife strong-armed me through the headset. He could not speak (she said he had a speech impediment). It would become clear why that was the case…he hasn’t been seen in two years by you! Sure enough, the frequent patient contacts, meticulously documented and crafted to feign the safety of physical presence, were all by telephone. She went on. He had been given three courses of [antibiotics] via telephone consultation for Quinsy over three months. That was really interesting, given Quinsy is a medical emergency. Something was not right. I sacrifice a precious face-to-face slot. He confesses to being an ex-smoker and a heavy drinker. I look in his oropharynx. It looked like tonsillar carcinoma until proven otherwise. Shocking. His wife pulls the ‘whilst we’re here, doctor’ manoeuvre, twice. I am glad she does. A ten-minute consultation, again, becomes thirty but, how can I ignore these poor people, deceived by the government into, vainly, still relying on an NHS they can no longer rely upon. He had a four month neck lesion. He was promised a referral three months ago. It never materialised. I take a peak…barn door rodent ulcer. [It’s] [s]kin cancer, festering and eating away at this pale, ginger fellow’s neck. Two fast track cancer referrals in rapid succession for one patient. Patients are meant to be seen within two weeks but, it is not happening. I anticipate this by asking them to call me if there is a millisecond of delay. It is not that surprising, after two years of neglect, given the lifetime risk of cancer is 1 in 2. It might get worse. Dr. Ryan Cole explains cancer is a possible effect of covid jabs upon TLR receptors. Moreover, it might, if as suspected, the jab-manufactured spike protein does in fact ‘strongly interact with p53 and BRCA-1/2 proteins. p53 and BRCA are the well-known tumour suppressor proteins’.

Sleeping Beauty is 21. She fell asleep at the wheel driving to the gym, dreamed of the impact and was later woken up by a prince passing by. My task at the end of a long chain of practitioners was to tell her, conclusively, that her TATT bloods (Tired All The Time) bloods were normal. No cause for tiredness, bye-bye. She was about to accept the good news and slam the phone down [b]ut, I am genuinely concerned for my patients. I stop her and ask, ‘but are you sleepy or tired? No, it just happens at the most unexpected of times. I know the likely diagnosis. I click on the patient’s list of medications. Tragic, really. I need to be tactful. No one believes they are unsafe or ineffective. They get offended. I ask when her woes began. Is she sure? Yes. Did you have anything new around that time? No. Are you sure? Yes. This is the problem. The event is so insignificant as to be forgotten. Did she realise she had the second jab two weeks before? No. No memory of this life-changing event. I politely apologise for casting aspersions but, explain she may have narcolepsy. I explain this is extraordinarily rare and one of the causes is vaccine injury. I self-deprecate more, I am only telling her because no one else might and I will be mentioning this to the neurologist, just for her information. I will request an urgent brain scan, since, at the current rate, she might receive a telephone call from an NHS neurologist in a year or two. Scans are one of the only primary care requests to hospitals which seems to happen more quickly during covid. She must report it to the DVLA. She must not drive until advised by them [that] she can. She seems to take it in her stride. The seed does not seem planted. Even if it is, evil fairy Malepfizer is immune, unless it is proven [that] it was [underhanded] in some way, that would put her in additional danger (as happened with the swine flu narcolepsy cases). Pfizer is rich enough to settle out of court, with a non-disclaimer to boot but, it probably won’t have to. For the nominal vaccine damage scheme, £120,000 is all she could get but, she won’t. Who will class her as 60% or more disabled? She can jolly well walk and reduce her carbon footprint at the same time.

Dot Cotton is 73. The worst of the deranged zealots are the nicotine-stained COPDs. She is part of a new wave of chain-smoking, geriatric, covid wokeness. A bronchitic terrorist… She puffs in, suffocating herself further with her mask + face-shield combo. She is one of the brand-new radicals, readying themselves for the Nth booster while they roll up tobacco. She is chesty but, mostly paranoid about being more chesty. Complaining that she hasn’t seen a GP for over two years, she does not recognise the irony of the NHS managing to jab her three times in 10 months while she continues to insist on her divine right to smoke herself to death. These are the NHS red-carpet patients whom sensible doctors and nurses, like me, will wave goodbye to as we are escorted off the premises as NHS lepers. She slaps her biceps and beams. I’ve had my booster! Wow, rub it in my face whilst I’m at work, won’t you. I appear underwhelmed, whilst she is expecting extra social credits. I gently challenge her health ideas for the heck of it. It is patently clear I am not going to find a member of the French résistance hidden under her storm trooper headgear. You do realise that government advice is not necessarily the same as medical advice? Oh yes, of course, Doctor, she fawns. I become adventurous…[Y]ou do appreciate the benefit of the government advice is not conclusive? Her eyes, distorted by [the] bent plastic visor, briefly scan me. As she leaves, she turns like Columbo (she is wearing a beige mackintosh), asking, pointedly, if I’m ‘not one of those against vaccines.’ Rather than asking if she ‘is one of those who does not believe in stopping smoking’, I answer politely, ‘I believe all sides should be respectfully heard.’ She concedes courteously and disappears. Everything is between the lines, all eyes and smiles and, a sliver away from professional crucifixion.

Swab Refusenik is 57. He is livid. He is double-jabbed, and asymptomatic, and the hospital still want to swab him before he has his colonoscopy. He cannot fathom it. What the hell is going on? He is scared, too. While booking a date for the procedure, he protested at being swabbed […]. [T]he lady at the other end was reactive, like only the NHS can be…‘so are you refusing the colonoscopy, sir?’ No, just the swab. She puts the phone down on him. Now, he confides in me and asks what [on] earth he is going to do. I sympathise and agree to write to his consultant to sort it all out. He admits me he only got jabbed to make life normal, again. He did not want either. He is not having the booster, [a]llegedly.

Mr. Plumber, 53, tells me he developed bad guttate psoriasis after the first jab, shingles after the second and he is worried about the third. What could be in store for him next? Smallpox? Leprosy? We will find out. He still wants it. He is confused as, all he ever deals with are covid call-centres. I counsel him on alternative strategies, such as not having it but, feels he should have it. The propaganda is too strong. Even offering a speculative exemption letter sounds schismatic to him. He becomes anxious. His daughter is a nurse and is looking into it but, what more does he need to know? He is alive and kicking two years later, after the world’s most over-hyped and over-televised pandemic. He is low risk. The jabs are producing disease in him. I am dealing with a mental health pandemic.

Ms. Clock-Ticking, 36, is desperate for pregnancy. Irregular periods post-jab are so common, they have passed into folklore. She shrugs of the three month lapse of her Swiss clock-like menses as mere piffle to her wish to be with child. ‘Yes, doctor, my period became irregular after the jab as I thought it might.’ Presumably, as the regularity returned, her faith in the non-science government narrative returned. She thinks the rot stops there. I wish her luck.

Ms. Siren, 40. Periods absent since the second jab. Nevertheless, she went back for the third a month ago. She wonders about menopause but, her mother went through it, […] aged 55. She admits that her periods became irregular and prolonged after the first jab in January. She is part of a hospital study (SIREN) into the jab and, has regular PCR and antibody tests. No one has [asked] her about jab adverse effects.

Village fête lady, 65, takes the biscuit one busy morning. She hobbles in sporting a blue rinse perm and a home counties accent. The conversation degenerates from her poorly ankle to ‘you must be so busy these days’ to covid, rapidly. She is restrained in her frustration but, her voice quivers…‘why oh why can’t they all just get vaccinated, doctor?’ She asks as if it is a matter of mere politesse. ‘Can’t they all just say please and thank you, doctor? Why can’t they? Then, we could all go back to normal and have a merry Christmas together.’ She quickly moves on to covid Santa Claus…ooh, and Dr. Whitty‘isn’t the country so lucky to have him?’ This time, words nearly fail me. I remind [her] that her view is predicated on the assumption that the vaccines are safe and effective but, tens of thousands are dying from them and there are millions of ADRs. It beats the mortality of all the other vaccines, rolled together over decades and it hasn’t even been out a year. ‘No, it’s not’, she retorts, coldly. This time words do fail me. Whatever her view is predicated on or not, it is not worth being detected and singled out. The programming is way too deep. Props to the propagandists. [T]hey have done an incredible job.

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