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So about three this afternoon Utah Time, I realized that the gals over at Thinking Moms Revolution asked for a second party. Obviously nobody in the Main Stream Press could hear us last night, so we did it again tonight. I created a roundup of our tweets on my personal blog HERE.
I had three encounters with Big Pharma Trolls before the party even started. Thought I would take a sec to share the…
CDC Whistleblower’s Claims Cause Uproar In Autism Community
In case you missed it, Dr. Brian Hooker, the scientist the CDC whistleblower contacted and gave the raw data for the study did a reanalysis with the new data and presto bingo, he found exactly what the whistleblower Dr. Thompson said he’d find: a 340% increase risk of autism to African American…
From New York Times bestselling author Robert F. Kennedy, Jr., comes a science-based call for the immediate removal of the dangerous mercury-containing preservative Thimerosal from vaccines.
Over a decade ago, following a sharp rise in developmental disorders such as autism and ADHD, the mercury-containing preservative Thimerosal was widely believed to have been eliminated from vaccine supplies in the United States and abroad. However, dangerous quantities of Thimerosal continue to be used, posing a significant threat to public health and leading to a crisis of faith in vaccine safety.
In this groundbreaking book, Robert F. Kennedy, Jr., examines the research literature on Thimerosal and makes a very clear statement about its potentially dangerous effects. In the past, the CDC, FDA, NIH, and AAP, as well as the US Congress, the American Academy of Family Physicians, the US Department of Agriculture, the European Medicines Agency, and the California Environmental Protection Agency have expressed concerns over the use of Thimerosal in vaccines. But despite the many voices calling for action, the media and policy makers have repeatedly failed to adequately address the issue.
Now, with Thimerosal: Let the Science Speak, the science supporting the elimination of this toxic chemical from the world’s vaccine supplies, and its replacement with already available safer alternatives, is all in one place. Making this change should increase vaccination rates by restoring the trust of concerned parents in the vaccine program—a program that is so vitally important to public health.
Futurist poets in Moscow in 1911.
Clockwise from bottom left: Aleksei Kruchyonykh, David Burlyuk, Vladimir Mayakovsky, Nikolai Burlyuk, and Benedikt Livshits.
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Very pleased to hear, today, that my poems “Shamrocks” and “Blood Pudding” will appear in the 2014 (Irish-American themed) issue of Florida English, forthcoming in October 2014.
Can’t wait to read all the contributions!! I am sure it will be a fascinating issue!!
two blue birds, their meeting
forever forestalled under the
china glaze, repeated, endlessly,
over teapot, dinner plates, side-
plates, teacups, and saucers
so smooth to her fingers, laundry-
chapped, as she sees the story
of lost love repeated, repeated,
repeated in blue and white,
upon the shelf, the shelf, the shelf
of blond wood that she stares at,
puzzling at some small imperfection
she cannot correct, the motes of
dust in a ray of sunlight mocking
her and still the dinner to be done,
be done, be done
Christmas Cards Tell The Weather
Christmas cards tell the weather
report, the deaths and
borne by red robins wreathed in
a gleaming sparkle of snow, gritty to
the fingertips, caught by the light, the handwriting
fainter and fainter until it is
still others enclose photos
of grave-faced children, familiar
yet unfamiliar, mouths silent,
name and number on their
as we stir the batter for
the Christmas cake we make
wishes, always wishes, how
wonderful the things the mind
the foreign taste of dates a
meaty sweetness, the
custard, hot, poured over
pudding and Christmas
yet to come
the bulbs burning on
the tree are hot to the touch,
the tinsel a magic of silver
Sunday Morning, Sunday Afternoon
Saturday night dissolves into
Sunday morning, the music
and talk died away now, slipping
on blackened shoes, securing the goldbead
clasp of a handbag with a
snap, hem straightened, and, powdered and
lipsticked, off to Mass
later, picking up soft rolls and the
bulk of a Sunday paper, inky fingers pressed
Silly-Putty upon the funnies,
turning it to see the image
you have created, this
duplicate of a duplicate, another
later still, listening for the
jingle-music of change in a pocket
foreshadowing thick curds of
ice cream in a crisp cone, the
paths cut into the grass of the
park strips of brown earth
worn bare, naked as