New Delivery System for Vaccines?

A thought crossed my mind when reading the report below.  I had no corroboration for it, so I kept it to myself--until now. "insoluble and indigestible macromolecule that reacts to the protein assay, but cannot be recognized by any protein databases." https://www.corvelva.it/speciali-corvelva/analisi/vaccingate-initial-results-on-infanrix-hexa-chemical-composition.html "In Infanrix Hexa we found: chemical contamination from the manufacturing process or cross-contamination... Continue Reading →

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Raising Children

  Even as a psychologist, my logical side, and emotional side are often at odds with (or even at war with) each other. It’s probably a result of being forced into a state of extreme survivalism as a child. I used my logic to save my life and/or avoid pain. Emotions poised like a runner waiting for the... Continue Reading →

Abuso Infantil: Un Paseo por la Memoria

  La mayoría me conoce por mi abordaje de asuntos sociales. Esto puede tomar un peaje. Mucking alrededor con qué está mal con el mundo puede ser horrible. Encontré cosas que no quiero saber. Sí, Ian Weinberg, no hay justicia. Tienes razón, pero eso no significa que me lleve ese hecho acostado. Voy a gritar y gritar... Continue Reading →

Pestillo-llave Ninos

Era un chico latchkey. Para aquellos de ustedes que no saben lo que es esto, es un niño que tiene una llave para entrar en una casa cuando los padres están trabajando. Nadie está allí cuando llegan a casa de la escuela. Arthur era un niño dulce. Quería reunirlo y apretarlo hasta la muerte. Tenía... Continue Reading →

Latch-key Kids

  He was a latchkey kid. For those of you who don’t know what this is, it’s a kid who has a key to get into a home when parents are working. No one is there when they get home from school. Arthur was a sweet child. I wanted to gather him up and squeeze him to death. He was... Continue Reading →

Women are Declining to Breed

Motherhood was driven into me from childhood.  Schools even promoted it.  I was required to take Home Economics though I wanted to do Wood Shop.  But school could never have prepared me for what happened. Through no fault of my own, I became a single mother. I was on the dreaded Welfare. I railed against... Continue Reading →

Foster Care

Names are changed for confidentiality reasons. Let’s call my friend Pat. Pat did foster care in years past. I observed the care of ‘her’ kids. She had raised a brood of her own; now she raised the children of others. Pat was the perfect blend of dote and discipline—Love and structure. Something I never seemed to find. She was and... Continue Reading →

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