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You’re Dying! Abort the Carnivore Diet! Abort! Abort! Abort!

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My life’s comedic timing is perfect.

So, I’m standing here in my kitchen. I’ve just put some suet in my beautiful new 8-quart slow cooker to render down into tallow. Since I’m here, and already coated in glorious grass-fed beef fat from stem to stern, I figure I might as well pack some gel capsules with raw beef suet as well. By the way, those are vegetarian capsules. It says so right there on the bag, as if that were a selling point. I’ll explain why and how I do this strange thing in another post. The point is, I am at this moment doing the most medically scandalous thing a body can do, short of joining Hunter in hitting one of his Daddy’s free crackpipes while consuming said raw beef suet.

Spotted in the wild

And the phone rings.

I: Hello?

She: Hello, this is Such-and-such with your doctor’s office. How are you doing today?

I: Hi there! You tell me: How am I doing today?

She: Well, we got your labs back, and your thyroid and HBA1C look great.

I, waiting for the other shoe to drop, because I already know about this shoe. It’s an old, worn out shoe: Good. And?

She: Your cholesterol doesn’t look so good. She (the doctor) says your good cholesterol is high, which is good, but your bad cholesterol is very high, which is bad. She wants you to back off on saturated fats, eat more vegetables and less meat, and get more exercise.

I, grinning and trying not to actually LOL: OK, can you give me the numbers?

See what I mean about my life’s comedic timing? Here I am, deliberately and with wanton disregard for the opinion of Man, packing pills with saturated fat, and my doctor calls me to tell me to KNOCK THAT OFF RIGHT NOW!

I won’t bore you with the rest of the call, Patient Reader, but after the kind receptionist gladly gave me my scary number, I did manage to wring the other, unimportant numbers out of her, as well. Are you ready for these numbers, my friends? Here they are:

  • Total cholesterol: 315
  • LDL (not bad, just misunderstood): 211
  • HDL (The OTHER good cholesterol): 97
  • Triglycerides: 55 (I’ve seen this as low as 37, and I feel a little cheated today. Probably elevated due to stress from rushing out early for the blood-draw. But this is still a very good trig/hdl ratio of about .56)
  • VLDL (The actually bad particle): A perfectly relaxing 7.

Now, none of this was a surprise to me, because I got my own bloodwork done in much greater detail, through Own Your Labs just a month ago. I’m way geekier about my health than my doctor is. I wanted more information than my insurance is willing to pay for, so I have a lot of other great numbers to show, off, too! I’m a textbook example of an (I do believe healthy) phenotype known as a Lean Mass Hyper-responder. I am both fit and slender, and of what is traditionally understood as a “risky” cholesterol profile. In fact, the only number that got flagged in my entire comprehensive panel was my LDL–a paltry 151 at the time, due, I think, to a cold I’d been fighting off. That’s quite low for me. Did you know those terrifying little particles are a vital part of your immune system?

While I find conventional medicine to be very useful for many things, evaluating and ameliorating heart disease risk is not one of them. Hormone replacement, trauma and acute care, and antibiotics are all things for which I am very grateful. But you don’t care about my opinion of western medicine right now, do you?

What you care about, I’m sure, is that I’m going to die of a heart attack and need to get on some statins, STAT. In fact, by the time I hit publish, the ambulance should be on its way. I just called them, to be on the safe side.

Don’t hold your breath, veggie lovers. I intend to outlive you all. 

I am not remotely interested in explaining the intricacies of lipids to a general audience. I don’t have time. Besides, you might be convinced to go carnivore, and I really don’t want you to start competing with me for meat at its current price. I’m not giving you a complete run-down, or even trying to convince you of my way of thinking about this. I will, however, give you a few clues to aid you in your quest for truth as you come to realize what many, many people are catching on to of late: The science–the actual science, and not the pharmaceutical industry’s “studies”–should at least awaken you to the possibility, that the saturated-fat-heart-disease paradigm is ass-backwards and hopelessly lost.

Saturated fat intake doesn’t appear to have much to do with LDL levels.

Saturated fat intake is not associated with all-cause mortality.

People with high LDL outlive people with low LDL.

Replacing saturated animal fats with vegetable oils is associated with higher risk of heart events, even though it does lower serum cholesterol levels. (There’s an apparent paradox between this one and the first study I listed, which I can explain, but won’t.)

That will be enough to get you started. You may also enjoy this very layperson-accessible lecture by Dr. Paul Mason about why doctors still believe such insane things about cholesterol.

My doctor wants to see me again in six months, after I’ve behaved myself with the meat and exercise for a while. (By the way, I exercise like a beast at least five days a week. I have the abs to prove it. It’s a testament to the inadequate intimacy of the doctor-patient relationship in times of telemedicine due to “covid” that she doesn’t know this. She hasn’t actually touched me in a couple of years.) If my One Number doesn’t look any better, she will try to prescribe me a statin, I’m sure. Now, I have some choices to make, and I’m not sure which direction I should go.

I could attempt to educate my doctor on the facts of the matter. I’ve wasted my time like this before, printing out reams of studies in which the doctor was (surprise!) not interested. I fired that doctor, naturally. But the gal I’m seeing right now is super-smart, and she might just be interested. Then again, she might be primarily interested in continuing to collect her paycheck, which cholesterol-hypothesis skeptics tend to have a harder time doing in this system. I could also bring to her the results of my CAC scan (the one I keep putting off) and at least convince her that my arteries at least don’t appear to be harmed yet. There are lots of things I could show to an open-minded person to get a conversation started.

Alternatively, I could ghost myself and not show up for the next lab-work, instead choosing to wait until I have another thyroid check, and evade that topic yet again. Honestly, this is my usual course of action.

Or, I could game my numbers, doing nobody much good at all, but at least getting it on the insurance record that my cholesterol numbers are “healthy”. Funnily enough, all I’d have to do is eat a bunch of carbs for a few days before my labs and I’d look like the healthiest patient you ever saw. There would be enough immediate downsides to this that I doubt I’d ever attempt it. But it would look better for insurance purposes, for sure.

What do you think I should do? We can talk about this on Gab, MeWe, or SG, my current social media hangouts.

 

In Which I Rebuke Myself

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A little.

I was reading and explaining the parable of the early and late workers from Matthew 20 to my children the other day.

“For the kingdom of heaven is like a landowner who went out early in the morning to hire laborers for his vineyard.2 Now when he had agreed with the laborers for a denarius a day, he sent them into his vineyard.3 And he went out about the third hour and saw others standing idle in the marketplace,4 and said to them, ‘You also go into the vineyard, and whatever is right I will give you.’ So they went.5 Again he went out about the sixth and the ninth hour, and did likewise.6 And about the eleventh hour he went out and found others standing[a]idle, and said to them, ‘Why have you been standing here idle all day?’7 They said to him, ‘Because no one hired us.’ He said to them, ‘You also go into the vineyard,[b]and whatever is right you will receive.’

8 “So when evening had come, the owner of the vineyard said to his steward, ‘Call the laborers and give them their wages, beginning with the last to the first.’9 And when those came who were hired about the eleventh hour, they each received a denarius.10 But when the first came, they supposed that they would receive more; and they likewise received each a denarius.11 And when they had received it, they[c]complained against the landowner,12 saying, ‘These last men have worked only one hour, and you made them equal to us who have borne the burden and the heat of the day.’13 But he answered one of them and said, ‘Friend, I am doing you no wrong. Did you not agree with me for a denarius?14 Take what is yours and go your way. I wish to give to this last man the same as to you.15 Is it not lawful for me to do what I wish with my own things? Or is your eye evil because I am good?’16 So the last will be first, and the first last. For[d]many are called, but few chosen.”

At the time, I didn’t really make any application to my own thoughts of late, but I felt a little niggling something in my chest, like something…something…oh, well, I’m in a hurry. Let’s move on to math.

So then this morning I was doing what all red-blooded Americans and Canadians are doing right now, whispering my prayers for some peaceful protestors, and cheering for some people standing up to tyranny. I’ve also put my money where my mouth is in supporting Pastor Artur Pawlowski<<<–CLICK THAT LINK and I hope you will, also.

Sweet, ain’t it?

Now, I’ve always had an annoying tendency to see things on multiple levels, and sometimes those levels would seem to contradict each other. Sometimes I lose sleep trying to reconcile my different impressions with each other. They rarely truly contradict, but the more compelling thoughts can pull me too far in one direction or the other at times. On one level, I’ve already said exactly what I think of the Truckers and their protest. It is both marvelous to behold, and yet a sign of inadequate understanding.

But it looks to me like it is becoming more adequate all the time.  

Where I first only saw some people getting mad because they were finally about to be out of a job, unlike that other poor schmuck who has been out of a job for a year now, I’m now perceiving people who are actually sorry they didn’t stand up earlier. People who took an ill-advised vaccine out of naïve obedience to illegitimate demands by “authority” are now unwilling to force others to violate their bodies in the same way. That speaks of repentance, whether they know how to use the word yet or not.

I’m loving the patriotism, and the peacefulness, and the truly Christlike resistance that they are offering. God bless Canada!

So where do I need to rebuke myself? There’s not much wrong with what I said before, right?

No, not really. But that niggling something I felt when I was explaining the parable to my children was the Holy Spirit reminding me that there’s a wrong way to be right.

That’s what happens when you let your precious Self start to take credit for simply showing up a few hours earlier than the next guy down the hiring-line. It’s good that I showed up for work in the morning, refusing early on to mask or to bow to the power that sought to enslave not just me, but my neighbor, whom I actively loved by standing up for his rights, even when he was too scared to do so for himself. It’s good, but it’s not my good. It is Christ’s. Always.

I said before:

There are families who have had to find alternative ways to feed their children after grocery stores wouldn’t let them in. People have lost their jobs. Doctors, pharmacists, and nurses have been silenced for having a different opinion than the approved one. Many have been threatened and intimidated for refusing to back down. Some of the most compelling voices have likely been assassinated, given the mysterious circumstances under which they’ve died. While it is much worse in Canada, we have plenty of stories in the US, too.

 

Pardon me if I’m not terribly impressed that the mob has finally gotten mad, now that enough lives are affected.

 

I only got hired this morning, myself.

Being a natural introvert and observer, it is true that I have sussed things out a little earlier than most. But the Spirit graciously humbled me through the words of Our Lord. “What is it to you if I grant repentance to them today, rather than yesterday? What is an hour or day to the Eternal, anyway? Didn’t you already receive what I promised you?”

We’re all at a different place in our understanding and experience. So the trouble, as usual, isn’t with my discernment, but with my heart, my pride. As if every gift I have weren’t from God, and not of myself, lest I should boast? So, while I retract nothing of the realities of what I said, I repent of my skepticism that God has brought in His perfect time any individual or nation to repentance. Repentance is increasingly what this convoy looks like to me: a great national–no, international–repentance, after realizing we’ve allowed mere Power to subvert righteous Authority.

So, allow me to say publicly what my pride would prefer I admit only privately. Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. I was right, the wrong way, which is no better than being completely wrong. 

Want to discuss my blunder? I’m always checking in on Gab, MeWe, and SG. In fact, I’m dying for some company on some of these platforms. Hit me up, please!

Friday Link-About

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It’s a good day for some links. 

Save and earn some money. While I think you should try to keep your spending as local as possible, sometimes online shopping is unavoidable. I’ve been saving a lot of money, plus getting cash back from the Honey plugin. I have $37.96 in Honey Gold waiting for me to cash out right now, and probably hundreds of dollars saved in coupons and deals found. You can also earn money on referrals, as I’m expecting to do with this link. Honey is super easy to use. You just install the plugin, shop normally, and then it pops up all by itself and guides you whenever it detects potential savings or earnings.

As the recently released Consumer Price Index shows, you’re going to need whatever breaks you can get:

The Consumer Price Index for All Urban Consumers (CPI-U) increased 0.6 percent in January on a seasonally adjusted basis, the U.S. Bureau of Labor Statistics reported today. Over the last 12 months, the all items index increased 7.5 percent before seasonal adjustment. Increases in the indexes for food, electricity, and shelter were the largest contributors to the seasonally adjusted all items increase. The food index rose 0.9 percent in January following a 0.5-percent increase in December. The energy index also increased 0.9 percent over the month, with an increase in the electricity index being partially offset by declines in the gasoline index and the natural gas index.

Cognitive Warfare is Spiritual Warfare. You have enemies who have never had to fire a shot. Your only defense is Christ:

Cognitive Warfare – the ongoing battle for who you are.

I was noticing the other day how much farther into their teens my children have gotten than their peers–or even I did–before setting aside “childish” things, like imaginative play and actually wanting to be around their siblings and parents. The fact that they’ve never been subjected to the predatory grooming of public schools, nor been exposed to degenerate media, is the biggest reason for that. My children remain naïve and innocent, as Jesus warned us to keep them. Don’t give these people your children:

School district in Enfield, Connecticut asks eighth-graders to share their sexual desires in the form of pizza toppings for a school assignment

If the war on cancer goes like the war on drugs, they’ll be handing out free carcinogens soon. Oh, wait a minute…how much did that vaccine cost you?

If you thought it was a little strange that Biden would suddenly declare war on cancer, as if we hadn’t already been up to our eyeballs in cancer awareness, research, and fundraising, perhaps it will make more sense to you when you understand that the war will be “fought” by the very same people who just gave a whole bunch of people cancer. The covid injections were the ultimate false flag, and now comes the war. The Killshot is the Cancer shot. I’ve known some people to have cancers come roaring back after the shot. I don’t think it’s coincidence. The data seems to bear that out.

For your general health, including cancer prevention: If you’re in the mood for some deep-diving into fructose and all its intricacies, this Peter Attia podcast with Rick Johnson, M.D., How Fructose Drives Metabolic Disease was just fascinating. I listened to it twice. Long story short, go easy on all the sugars and starches, not just fructose, especially if you’re already metabolically damaged.

But you knew I was going to say that, didn’t you?

If I’m a little light on links today, it’s because somebody linked to this and took up ten minutes of my morning. Very entertaining, what they did to my maybe favorite piece of music ever:

Discussion: I’ve disabled comments, as interaction is easier and more fun on social media sites. As always, you can join me on Gab, MeWe, or (my favorite) SG to discuss any of these things, or just the weather.

One Simple Trick to Reclaim Your Freedom

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All anybody ever had to do was this.

How about them truckers, eh? On the one hand, I am quite enjoying all the honking and triggering and milquetoast patriotism.

It’s a pleasure to see people finally getting good and mad after allowing the mistreatment of their entire population by self-appointed “authorities” for the last two years. I’m heart-glad to see that they’re not yet fully dead inside, even after all the soul-destroying groveling they’ve proven willing to do for the legal-medical tyrants during the Coronation. It gives me a small amount of hope that there is yet a way out of this. Besides, it’s just plain old fun, sometimes.

My enjoyment of the spectacle is genuine, but my moral sense recoils. What is really going on here?

It was “time” two years ago. Better late than never?

 

Do you recall this viral video from April, 2021?

Pastor Pawlowski has been arrested multiple times since then, barred from entry to necessary buildings, and yet again has been arrested for simply using his God-given rights. He didn’t ask the government’s permission to feed the poor, or to preach, or to gather with like-minded individuals. He just did it. And he is being made to pay for it.

He’s not alone. There are families who have had to find alternative ways to feed their children after grocery stores wouldn’t let them in. People have lost their jobs. Doctors, pharmacists, and nurses have been silenced for having a different opinion than the approved one. Many have been threatened and intimidated for refusing to back down. Some of the most compelling voices have likely been assassinated, given the mysterious circumstances under which they’ve died. While it is much worse in Canada, we have plenty of stories in the US, too.

Pardon me if I’m not terribly impressed that the mob has finally gotten mad, now that enough lives are affected.

People who have been robbed of their rights, ridiculed, fired, harassed, and arrested because they decided from the very beginning, on an individual level, that they would not submit to tyranny are the real heroes. If they gain relief through this action, then that is only right, and I’ll be very glad to see it. But I will know that any freedom returned by means of outraged protest is only a reprieve from some of the strictures that have been placed upon us, not a true return of freedom.

This is what’s really making people mad. They couldn’t care less about freedom.

As long as enough people were still confident that they would be able to eat and obtain the necessities of life, they didn’t have the first thought of rising up to protect just one. One pastor, one family, one fired employee: none of these infringements were a big enough deal to stir up the mob. Everybody cowered in fear, not of a virus, but of losing their meal ticket, while the few who dared to question the narrative were repeatedly denied their rights. Nobody cared while they were still themselves fed and housed.

Once enough of them realized that their comfortable lives were under threat, they finally woke up and started to do something about it. This is not the behavior of free people concerned with rights, but of prisoners engaging in a riot because the cafeteria is serving a less tasty pizza option since the budget cuts.

They’re rioting, and it’s a great show, but they’re still in prison.

These truckers and their supporters (of whom I am one, provided they figure out the “trick” I’m about to tell you) are thankfully throwing a fit on the powers that be, but they still only partially understand what they’re up against. They’re not yet outside the prison walls. They’re just making a mess at this point. A glorious mess, but one that can be cleaned up after they’re quelled by temporary concessions.

So, what’s the trick to regaining your freedom? It is simply this:

Go about your business normally, without asking for permission.

If someone–whether someone in authority or not–tries to stop you, keep going. Keep driving. Keep delivering your goods. Keep shopping. Keep preaching and singing and praying. Keep smiling with your face uncovered. Many of us have been doing this all along. It has cost us. At this point, it has cost me so much faith in my fellow man that I have a hard time relating to him anymore. I don’t currently even have a church where I trust the leadership to discern the signs of the times.

But there is a path to freedom. We can get out of this. I am hopeful that I can even get some of my faith in humanity back.

But (and I’m afraid this is a very big “but”) it’s going to take returning to normal without permission. We must insist on normalcy. This protest is the very opposite of that.

In order to get out of the Great Reset prison, we do not need all this wasteful fuss, and in fact this fuss is counter-productive. It is giving the “authorities” the legitimacy of still having the final choice in how you live your life. They’re choking up the supply lines, not because they are righteously angry, but because they’re afraid to keep moving without the backing of a huge crowd. They’re shutting down the supply line to save it. In the short term, it could work. But in the long term, it is merely loosening up the boa constrictor long enough for it to get another grip.

I’m sorry to break this to you, trucker, but it is the individual who must face the consequences of doing the right thing. You’ll never get there as a collective, because as a collective, you are ruled, not self-ruled.

If these truckers go home and back to normal because they “won” a concession from the government, they lose. They have fed the Beast by letting it decide what they will do next. And not one of those who have been suffering all along because they were bold enough to stand alone will be beholden to you, though you think are doing something so brave. They will still be arrested. Still be banned from employment. Still be ostracized. But at least you’ll have your supply chain.

If the truckers go home with a “loss”, their morale will be hurt. Like children who have been told “no” by mommy, they will pout. But that is still my desired outcome, for this reason: My heart is with them in their desire for the mandates to end. But if they “lose” they will have an opportunity to actually become free. They will only become free by ignoring the lying media, the illegitimate governments, and their weak and cowardly enforcers, and living as free men. It will require confrontations as individuals. It will require potentially getting in trouble. It will require angering the Nanny state on a personal level. Nothing else will gain them true freedom.

Unless the mandates die with the whimper of an unfed beast, rather than by the grudging leniency of the Powers That Be, you lose, truckers.

It’s Been a Long Week

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How about some links?

The fifth installment of Corey’s Digs’ report on population obedience training is out. Follow the links at the page for the first four parts, if you missed them. 2030 Psychological Agenda–Obedience Training for Pre-K to Adults Already Global with Billions in Funding for Full Control – Part 5: U.S. Dept. of Education & Multiple Agencies Involved

I did make one prediction for the new year. I said that I didn’t think it would be long before we don’t have to worry (at least in most states) about forced vaccinations, or losing our jobs due to our pureblood status. Looks like that one is coming true. The Supreme Court actually gave a little bit of relief on this one, though not in a way that makes me have any faith in them at all for the future. At least we can breathe for a minute and prepare for the next wave of pressure, whatever it will be. WHO is backing off, too. I’m sure there’s a trick in there somewhere.

If you remain a Pureblood because you didn’t give in, though you thought you were about to get fired, congratulations, you stand no chance of becoming one of the growing number (more than 150,000 thus far) who have been killed by the mRNA injections. Keep crushing!

Speaking of crushing, I ran a 11.04 mile this morning, 12:15 average for 3 miles. Like my shirt?

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If you’ve seen the hills I run, and how short I am, you’ll be impressed with that. If you’re a real runner, maybe not so much. Anyway:

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If you’re ugly, this is probably true:

If not, keeping your face exposed is doubly advantageous. In fact, keeping your mask off, even if you’re only average-looking, is probably a social advantage at this point. Except for the truly insane Covidians, people have reacted with palpable relief to my open smile for the past two years. They’re as stressed out by the masks as I am.

Can it really be two years since I’ve been able to see the majority of the faces in town? Thank God I know a lot of people who didn’t fall for this so my children can be properly socialized.

While I don’t feel at all shy about showing my wish-it-were-lovely face all over town, I do cover my head while in prayer or prophesying (not that I am prophetess, but sometimes I do hear a word, like most Christians). I thought this study of 1 Corinthians 11 was very good. If if head-covering were one hundred percent optional due to the sixteenth verse being so easily interpreted to mean either “we don’t do this, so if you don’t like it, fine” or “maybe you don’t like this, but we have never done anything else”, head-covering has a symbolism that drives feminists crazy and terrifies their men. They don’t even need to know the Bible to know what it means. Nature itself testifies to it.

As China protects its own children from the evils of gaming and even the pressures of 24/7 online education, they’re happy to push mind-bending evil on your children. Call them whatever you like, but they know how to take down enemies/competitors using their own weaknesses against them. Gotta respect that kinda smarts.

Is that enough? Yes, I think that’s enough for today. I’ll post some real posts soon, I’m sure. School is swimming along nicely, and taking all my social energy, but…SOON, OK?

 

What to do About Recurring Boils, AKA Hidradenitis Supprativa

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Medical “science” strikes out again. (Please note that I am talking about my own personal experience, and not handing out advice. Follow me or don’t, but don’t blame or credit me for your outcome. This is about my journey, and your causes may be completely different! But what I’ve done is absolutely worth a try if you’re suffering. In case you’re not interested in my story, I’ll put the spoiler up here: stop eating grains, especially wheat, and seed oils, and maybe nightshades and dairy.)

Have you ever heard of hidradenitis suppurativa? It’s a fancy word for boils. You get them under your arms, on your buttocks, under your breasts. If you do a web search, you’ll be told that HS results from infected hair follicles, hormones, skin rubbing together, uncleanliness, or genetics. Smoking and being overweight makes it worse. It’s supposedly rare, and supposedly incurable. The advanced stages of HS often have surgeons flaying the skin off their patients to try and improve the situation. Antibiotics don’t help, because there’s no infection. People–even doctors who should know better– often erroneously attribute it to poor hygiene. It’s debilitating. It’s embarrassing, painful, and ugly, and I wouldn’t wish it on anybody.

When I was in my early twenties, I started getting HS boils, and it was a constant bother until just a few years ago. I lived about seventeen years with these things, and it was non-stop, no remission, no matter what I tried. I was not overweight at the time that I developed the condition, and the boils persisted even when I quit smoking, so these two things, for me, seem to have little to do with it. Nothing seemed to cause it, and nothing seemed to help. I’d never had a bacterially-infected boil, nor did antibiotics ever do anything but upset my stomach. I’d had surgery suggested to me, but no way was I doing that. That sounded worse than the disease itself.

It never occurred to me that it was specific foods causing it, and no doctor ever suggested it to me.

It is purely accidental that I haven’t had a single boil in the last four years. If I hadn’t gotten gestational diabetes and then decided to live the rest of my life on a very low carb diet, I’d still be having trouble sitting down. The scars will always be with me, but I don’t even mind wearing sleeveless shirts anymore.

When I was pregnant with my first child, I had a particularly bad boil, and ended up in the ER with it. The doctor who was taking care of me asked, “Do you by any chance have Crohn’s disease? We see this in these patients pretty frequently.” He seemed to think that it was because of the diarrhea that accompanies that disease being an irritant to the skin. It didn’t apply to my situation, but I never forgot what he said. It was a clue. I knew even then that it wasn’t because of skin irritation or infection, but something internal, maybe autoimmune (or autoinflammatory, whatever). I now think that people with Crohn’s are at least partly food-inflamed in much the same way I was. If I knew anybody with Crohn’s, I’d evangelize them about the carnivore diet.

A while back, one of the leading internet carnivore/keto lifestyle doctors posted a video about HS, and how to deal with it, and his solution was (of course) a ketogenic diet and weight loss. When you’ve got a hammer–and a fine hammer it is!–everything’s a nail. Dr. Berry gives a confident, firm, and wrong answer.

I embedded the video because I do like his advice on diet, and you should follow it for plenty of reasons. But it’s not insulin-resistance. At least, it wasn’t for me. Your mileage may, of course, vary.

Certainly, my HS did get better at the same time I went keto. Kelly Hogan tells the same story. But I think Dr. Berry is wrong about the reason for that. It’s not insulin resistance that causes HS. Getting your blood sugar under control will likely not clear up the whole mess, though it will help a little.

I’ve had HS long before I got fat, and I didn’t get better when I lost weight while still eating triggering foods. Now that I’m off the grains and seed oils, no amount of mere sugar can trigger it. I know, because I’ve experimented with it to see. I can eat honey and fruit all day long, and I’m fine. Now, insulin resistance will contribute to inflammation body-wide, just as the good doctor says, so people with HS or any other illness do need to get themselves healthy. This means you absolutely need to lose weight. Fat exacerbates the problem, the same way it exacerbates every other health problem. It does make it worse. I’m not saying to stay fat.

Do not stay fat!

But I don’t think insulin resistance causes HS. For me, HS is a severe, almost instantaneous reaction to certain foods, not insulin resistance. My approach to a ketogenic diet just happened to eliminate the foods that were causing my HS.

One great thing about adhering to a carnivore diet is that you can do controlled experiments on yourself to see what symptoms any given food might cause. I have carefully added back several different foods for the sake of seeing what I can get away with, and to my surprise, I found that, for me, grains (wheat, corn, rice, etc.) and seed oils are the only triggers for this condition. Even a tiny crumb of something made with wheat will set off bleeding, swelling, and itching in my scars. I once went to a BBQ place and there was a stray crumb from the breading of fried okra on my plate. I didn’t even swallow it! I spit it out as soon as I tasted it. Or maybe I swallowed some without realizing it. Anyway, I didn’t think anything else of it until a few hours later when the itching started. Seed oils on my meat at a restaurant will do the same as grains. It’s not even worth eating out anymore, I have to be so careful. I suspect nightshades and dairy could be a problem for some people, but they don’t seem to cause this particular symptom in me. (Update: I was wrong about this. These things do cause some mild problems in this respect.)

Whatever it is that caused my HS in the beginning (I think it was ultimately due to a medical procedure I had when I was 18), I don’t have boils now, as long as I stay away from grains and seed oils.

You can call it remission, if you like. I’m not healed. I’ll still get painful boils if I start eating those foods again. But as far as I’m concerned, that’s as good as a cure. With all due respect to the doctor, while a keto/carnivore approach that excludes grains and seed oils may help, I don’t think it’s for the reasons he gives. In fact, you might be metabolically healthy like I was for several of my first years with this disease, and be just fine with your carbs. If so, you could start by eliminating the most likely triggering foods: grains, seed oils, and possibly nightshades, and dairy.

If you have HS, I’d love to hear about your experience, and whether you’ve found foods to be your trigger, either by email or on social media. You can find me on Gab, MeWe, and SG.

2022, Hopefully

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We made it to the obligatory first post of the year!

I could do a look back on 2021, but that would be boring and possibly traumatizing. We’ve already seen all that. Do we really want to see it again?

I could try to make some predictions for 2022, like bloggers do, but honestly, I’d rather eat kale. The world will unfold however it will unfold, and it will do so entirely without my permission or guidance. I will probably be surprised by something every day. I will continue to (hopefully) thrive over here on the fringes with my family while we wonder what the heck is wrong with everybody else.

How about some hopes, though? Surely I can come up with a few of those.

I hope that people will finally take off their stupid, useless masks, but only if it’s because they figured out the scam for themselves, not because the scammers told them it’s finally safe to do so. If they don’t figure it out for themselves, they’re still lost. Sadly, even CNN is starting to call masks useless, so this is a thin hope indeed. I similarly hope that the stubbornly un-jabbed will stand firm. Hang in there, Purebloods!

I hope that I will be a more consistent blogger. Ideally, every post should be interesting, useful, and entertaining. I told myself a long time ago that if any post doesn’t attain at least two of three conditions, I wouldn’t publish it. The trouble with that is that I have become both lazy and perfectionistic by adhering too strongly to these rules.  If I’m going to rebuild this thing, I’ve decided that I must do it in violation of these strictures, so you, Patient Reader, may be getting some seriously questionable posts in the near future.

I hope that some states begin to see themselves as individual nations, as they were intended to, and begin to act accordingly. I see rumblings of it already with new abortion laws and restrictions on unlawful federal government edicts within state borders. But the influx of blue-state refugees to better-run, freer red states does not bode well for the trend. It is not in the locusts’ best interests to admit that they are not the rightful reapers of the crop grown by someone else. They will all need to go back if we’re to have good governance at the state and local levels. I’ll give a positive prediction about that: It ain’t happening–this year, anyway.

I hope that Donald Trump will publicly repent of his mishandling of the plandemic, and especially his touting of the harmful injections we’re all being threatened with. He was a great president for roughly three and a half years. He completely lost the plot with the virus. Sad.

And finally, dear Reader, I hope that this year, 2022, brings your family and mine closer to God. I hope we have peace in the midst of the storms that glower on the horizon. It’s not exactly a prediction, but I don’t feel that it’s going to be an easy year. But I do believe that Jesus is in this boat, and all He has to do is say “Peace, be still.” and it will. Don’t be afraid.

You are in my prayers, though mostly nameless, as “my friends”. If you want to put a name to it, or talk about anything at all, please hit me up on Gab, MeWe, or SG. Our lessons start back tomorrow, so my time will be limited, but I love to hear from my friends.

 

 

A Few Links

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to get you through the week between Christmas and New Year’s Day.

Guess this was the reason I had a hard time finding peppermint sticks for our gingerbread house decorating party. Stop blaming Covid. Blame the government. Covid is just their excuse for making you miserable. They’re psychopaths, and they love to squish little bugs like you under their heels.

Speaking of psychopaths:

Hold firm, Pureblood. I really do think we’re almost out of these particular woods.

How to Succeed Like a Dark Lord is making me laugh every episode. Also, My Sister Suprema.

Omicron is a thing, if you’re vaccinated:

Show kindness to the stranger, they said! Angels unawares, they said! 

When some virtue-signaling ninny insists that importing to your town a number of foreign settlers (many of whom are likely war criminals fleeing justice with their families) who’ve been ejected from their home countries is the same thing as spreading the Gospel, point them toward Hamtramck, Michigan. Perhaps they’d like to go live there and evangelize them for a bit. Contrary to the globalist narrative that we have to take every comer onto our home soil just because Christians are supposed to be nice to everybody, it is to our actual neighbors–you know, the people whose tax money you’re commandeering to pay for all this–that we owe our love. Leapfrogging over your actual neighbor to get more colorful ones is what you do when you’ve already failed to love the ones you have. Importing people who are going to first financially burden and ultimately displace our real neighbors is not Christian.

It’s simply wicked to expect your neighbor to pay, in so many ways, for your “good” deeds.

Proving that the “vaccines”, PCR tests, and social distancing are all useless to prevent this airborne respiratory virus, 48 test positive for covid-19 virus aboard world’s biggest cruise ship. These people were all fully vaccinated, tested before they went aboard, masked when indoors, distanced from non-injected people, and aboard an obsessively sanitized ship for days before catching the cough. If you’re still in favor of all the idiotic measures governments have taken, put that in your pipe and smoke it.

First they make you sick, then they sell you the cure.

And finally, I hope you have time to read a lot this week, because there are three parts out already of a nine-part series from Corey’s Digs that I think is incredibly important for you to read. This is how they’re manipulating us:

Part 1: Introduction

Part 2: The Programming

Part 3: Spirituality in Education Programming