Someone informed me the other day that the Johnson and Johnson vaccine (which she had received and naturally wanted to defend) wasn’t developed using fetal cells. In cases like this, I really do hate to say I told you so. Yes, the J&J vaccine was developed using fetal cells. Witness how the MSM tells you a fact, and then explains “what that means”. As if you shouldn’t be allowed to simply have the facts and conclude their meaning on your own anymore. That is not journalism. That is propaganda.

This is journalism. It’s a video, so it will take some time, but it’s totally worth it. The problem with real journalism is that it will lead you to the truth, and then you’ll think for yourself based on that. And then, as Hillary so famously put it, you’ll have them “all hanging from lampposts”.

More warnings about children and technology. I admit that my teens end up using technology more than makes me comfortable sometimes. One of them is learning to code, and another is very much into refurbishing old electronic devices. This does require a fair bit of research, and I know they encounter some things that I’d prefer they didn’t. They do leave their bedroom doors open when online, and I check on them frequently. There is absolutely no social media, though, and I don’t allow them to chat with strangers in games.

I’m currently reading The Secret Life of Fat. Pretty good, written to a layman’s level. I’m only about halfway through the book. It seems like it relies quite a bit on the conventional wisdom (with which I disagree) regarding calories and fat, but the information about hormones and genetics is super-useful.

This made a little tear–just a little one—form in the corner of my eye.

The Life of Death from Marsha Onderstijn on Vimeo.

It may be a long time before I can determine whether Pence deserves his new nickname, “Thirty” Pence. Perhaps he was a traitor, but a Trump advisor says that Pence isn’t being replaced on the Trump potential 2024 ticket. But then, I’m still in the camp that believes that something major is going to pop way before 2024, and I’m not remotely interested in elections when they are so clearly illegitimate.

I know you know it, but masks don’t work.

I don’t know anybody who thinks porn is a good thing, but do you know that it has been purposefully used to tear apart your formerly Christian society? The degeneracy you see around you, the impotence of your culture, the darkness that is descending upon us is, as those who believe Christ must surely know, not an accident. Repent!

Study finds that “hate speech” doesn’t actually translate to real-world crimes. Duh. Here’s the actual study.

Got a new friend or internet acquaintance you’d like to vet quickly? Send them here. If they can’t do it, keep them at arms length, or farther. I’m considering making it a requirement for commenting on this blog.

Discerning people already know that people who play the victim do it to attain power over those around them. Cry-bullying offers huge “evolutionary” advantages. It’s so silly to put it in evolutionary terms, but that’s the world you live in at the moment. Which reminds me of how I recently noticed that a number of the secular people I read or listen to are now saying things like “evolved or created, whichever way you want to think of it” when they talk about physiology. It’s a good sign of the tides turning back in the direction of God and Truth, in my opinion.

Are the nations different and distinguishable from one another? Of course they are. It’s not racist to notice. It’s just globalists who want to eliminate our beautiful tapestry of differences. The Navy Made Me into a Race Realist.

And finally, an action item for you. Get in touch with your lawmakers and demand that they assert and protect the rights of Americans to buy and sell while retaining their bodily autonomy. No vaccine passports in our country. Does it do any good to try? I don’t know, but it’s what we can do right now. Do it!

Your turn. Drop anything the comments that you’d like to share. Link your own stuff. Don’t be shy!

Whatever you do, don’t do normal.

Me (doing some breathing exercises): I’ll bet you wonder what I’m doing, huh?GAHusband: Nah. You’re always doing strange things like that. I’ve learned to ignore it.

The next time you go out in public, look closely at the people around you. If you’re anything like me, especially with all the masking nonsense, you have spent as little time around strangers as possible, but go spend some time paying attention to your neighbors’ faces.

Do these people look happy? Do they look well? Are they confident and relaxed? You can’t see their whole faces anymore (unless they’re non-maskers), but look at their eyes. Are they bright and focused? What percentage of those people look to have a healthy BMI? How many are using store-provided motorized chairs because they’re too fat to walk the whole store? How many have a healthy tone to their skin instead of an inflamed, puffy face, or that acne-pitted, greyish pallor that I’ve come to call vegan-pox?

Maybe it’s the region I live in, or the fact that I don’t frequent the same places the presumably healthier upper classes do, but the people I see are, for the most part, pretty unhealthy looking. Even the young ones are, at best, borderline overweight, except for the occasional rail-thin child who looks like she’s starving. I live in a college town, so you’d think I’d see a lot of fit young specimens, but even that demographic (barring the athletes) has weak posture, loads of extra fat, and a sour-puss countenance. I see the walking dead all around me! When I see someone who looks happy, hale, and hearty, I take notice, because it is becoming increasingly rare.

Normality is, in this degenerate age, a horrible place to allow yourself to live. So, yes, I do strange things all day long. As I’ve mentioned ad nauseum, I only eat meat. That is pretty strange, though it’s catching on. But there’s so much more to health, y’all. It gets very strange around here.

I tape my mouth shut. My three year old recently told her grandfather “Mommy puts tape over her mouth when she exercises.” He laughed, and thought she was just being silly until I told him that it’s true. Then he really laughed. He’s been trying to get me to shut my mouth since I was a wee lass. I often tape my mouth shut when I’m sleeping, too. Breathing through your nose is a big deal, so I’m trying to mend my mouth-breathing ways. If I had any sense at all, I’d tape it shut 24/7 so as to not only keep air from coming in that way, but to keep ill-advised words from coming out.

I brush my teeth with dirt. OK, it’s not just dirt. It’s bentonite clay and baking soda, plus some essential oils. I buy tooth powder from a local business makes non-toxic personal care products, but you could probably put together your own just as easily. Fluoride is a neurotoxin. I can’t find a commercial toothpaste that doesn’t have either flouride, or some sweetener that I prefer to avoid. Do a web search and you’ll find plenty of alternatives that are better for you.

I do breathing/breath-holding exercises. I recommend this for anybody who wants to be stronger generally, or who has anxiety or breathing problems.

I stop eating for days at a time. I fast regularly both as a spiritual discipline and for health reasons. I won’t say everybody should fast (people with eating disorders, for instance, could run into trouble here), but most of us can certainly benefit from it, both materially and spiritually. The leaner I get, though, the shorter these fasts have become.

I work out on a regular basis. “Come on, now!” you’re thinking. “That isn’t strange!” Isn’t it, though? Of your closest acquaintances, how many even make a habit of taking a brisk walk every day, let alone working up a sweat and intentionally making things sore? Yes, this is a strange thing to do, at least in my social circle. People try, or claim to, but it never seems to stick.

I take freezing cold showers. We have well-water, and we live at a high elevation, so this is a pretty extreme thing to do. The water gets really stinking cold here. Cold showers have a two-fold benefit. The first of these is that you have to conquer your love of comfort to put yourself into a near-freezing stream or tub of water. The second is that getting your shiver on is good for you. Exposure to cold helps turn your dormant white fat into energy-burning brown fat, so it can help achieve and maintain a healthy weight. I do it before bedtime, and I believe it helps me reach deep sleep quickly. It is also a quick way lower your blood glucose, should you need to do that. I wore a Nutrisense CGM for three months and consistently watched my sugar drop by 20-30 points every time I took a cold shower. I’m going to try to find a way to get colder water, like ice baths, come summer, but even a cool shower in the summer does a pretty good job.

I actively seek difficulty. I’m always looking for something hard to do–something at which I will likely experience failure. This might be the strangest thing of all. It seems counter-productive to embrace the possibility of failure, rather than success, doesn’t it? But I’ve found that I can’t grow at all if I’m not willing to bring myself to the point of abject failure in whatever I’m doing. Right now I’m taking piano lessons, for example. I feel like I’m failing at it just about every day, but as I fail, over and over, I become humble enough to get Self out of the way and learn. I fail UP. Hopefully, eventually, I’ll achieve some level of success. I’m never going to be a classical pianist, no matter how much my daydreaming self would like that to happen. But the fact that I can never be what I wish I was will not prevent me from becoming something better than I am currently.

I’m considering entering a race this year, as well. I am not going to win that race. At five feet tall, and 41 years old, I’m not going to find myself miraculously at the front of that pack. Not by a longshot. But I will beat my former self, who has never done such a thing, and I will do it in public, to add an interesting stressor that I’ve never experienced before.

Whether it’s taking up a new musical instrument far past an age where such things come easily, or starting a pie-in-the-sky business (I’ve got dreams there, too), or entering a competition of some kind, we should always be looking for the next thing that will kick our butts. We stagnate so easily, especially as we get older and start thinking of ourselves as settled, rather than growing. No matter how old you are, you should be getting unsettled frequently. “I might fail” should never be an excuse, but a goad to get you going.

So, yes. I am always doing strange things. As I told GAHusband not too long ago, I’m going from strength to strength, while everybody around me is getting weaker and weaker. It’s not because I am myself extraordinary, but because I’m willing to do extraordinary things in order to escape the gravitational pull of normalcy.

Weakness is normal. Be weird.