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| UK live exports. Source: itv. |
By Gundhramns Hammer & Salvatore Scimino
February 18, 2014
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The trailer
truck loaded up to the gills with sheep (Fig. 1) on three tiers arrived to the harbour.
The sea was rough, with white topped waves, shaking up and down the waiting
ship which was going to take on the live cargo. The damn vessel was having a
fuck of a time trying to stay put in the berth.
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| Figure 1. Tortured live exports from UK. Source: Veggies. |
As if taken out of a terror movie, the vessel (Fig. 2) had an
ominous look and emanated a whiff of blood, guts and shit.
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| Figure 2. A Calf carrying Transporter Boards the ‘Joline’. Source: Serbian Animal Voice. |
This fucking
ship had indeed the mark of the Moloch beast!
Somewhat mad, the groggy health ferengis made their presence, not to do what they were supposed to do but to do what they were not supposed to do.
These establishment servants, bribed by a long chain of links of the mafia of the cattle vampires and demons, took a cursory look at the sheep and gave their go ahead. They were told to do so.
After all, we live in a world where money indeed is the grease that keeps moving the present fucking economic machine, a system created out of hell by those Homo insapiens who have made a pact with the devil.
Such a “clean” official bill of health for the tortured sheep on the truck was definitely something against the public´s interest. But money talks and was heaped on the side of the interests of the dark forces that were hidden under the table.
The sheep had their fleece full of dirt and shit all over and who knows what kind of parasites were inside and out these tortured animals.
These sheep could be infested with:
Somewhat mad, the groggy health ferengis made their presence, not to do what they were supposed to do but to do what they were not supposed to do.
These establishment servants, bribed by a long chain of links of the mafia of the cattle vampires and demons, took a cursory look at the sheep and gave their go ahead. They were told to do so.
After all, we live in a world where money indeed is the grease that keeps moving the present fucking economic machine, a system created out of hell by those Homo insapiens who have made a pact with the devil.
Such a “clean” official bill of health for the tortured sheep on the truck was definitely something against the public´s interest. But money talks and was heaped on the side of the interests of the dark forces that were hidden under the table.
The sheep had their fleece full of dirt and shit all over and who knows what kind of parasites were inside and out these tortured animals.
These sheep could be infested with:
- Prions
- Parasites
They could be
carrying prions on the dirt stuck on their fleece.
Prions are
known to bind to soil and dirt particles and still retain their infectivity for
a long time (Johnson et al., 2007). In other words, prions can survive
in soil for years and cause transmissible spongiform encephalopathies (TSEs).
As you
probably know by now, TSEs is nothing to fuck with.
Sheep are
usually infected with roundworms, flatworms and protozoan parasites.
People can get
parasites handling livestock or ingesting infected poultry, sheep, horse, goat,
cattle, deer and other types of meat and meat and dairy products.
On top of
this, meat always comes out of the slaughterhouse contaminated with lots of particles of shit which contain parasites and pathogenic bacteria which eventually find their way to the
consumer´s mouth.
For example,
according to Dubey (2009), infected sheep meat is a source of Toxoplasma gondii infection for humans (Table 1). Foodborne toxoplasmosis is a big
public health problem, causing many deaths worldwide (Bayarri et al.,
2012).
Table 1.
Seroprevalence of Toxoplasma gondii in naturally exposed sheep. Source:
Dubey (2009). Consult this for the references.
We have known
a few abattoir butchers in our biology classes who have gotten ridden with
parasites from handling animals, carcasses and meat when working at animal
infernos (aka slaughterhouses) (Video 1).
WARNING: GRAPHIC FOOTAGE!
Video 1. Veal slaughterhouse.
When screened for intestinal parasites, butchers usually harbour a damn rich fauna of parasitic aliens (pers. obs.):
Thus, it turns out that humans are not only sacks full of shit but are also loaded with parasites. For example, helminthic infestations affecting humans as the final host have been reported in Central Europe.
At the federal public health laboratory, Innsbruck, in Austria, Tomaso et al. (2001) examined 142,426 samples for helminthosis from 1990 until 2000. They found (Table 2) that Enterobius vermicularis accounted for half (49.7%) of the cases diagnosed, followed by Taenia saginata (28.3%), Ascaris lumbricoides (12.8%), and Trichuris trichiura (3.9%).
WARNING: GRAPHIC FOOTAGE!
When screened for intestinal parasites, butchers usually harbour a damn rich fauna of parasitic aliens (pers. obs.):
- Salmonella,
- Shigella,
- Entamoeba coli,
- Entamoeba histolytica,
- Giardia lamblia,
- Strongyloides stercolaris,
- Ascaris lumbricoides,
- Trichuris trichuria,
- Enterolobius vermicularis,
- Hymenolepis spp.,
- Taenia spp.,
- Schistosoma spp.,
- Etc.
Thus, it turns out that humans are not only sacks full of shit but are also loaded with parasites. For example, helminthic infestations affecting humans as the final host have been reported in Central Europe.
At the federal public health laboratory, Innsbruck, in Austria, Tomaso et al. (2001) examined 142,426 samples for helminthosis from 1990 until 2000. They found (Table 2) that Enterobius vermicularis accounted for half (49.7%) of the cases diagnosed, followed by Taenia saginata (28.3%), Ascaris lumbricoides (12.8%), and Trichuris trichiura (3.9%).
Table 2. Study
of helminthosis affecting humans in Austria, 1990-2000. Source: Tomaso et
al. (2001).
So, humans
can be a source of contamination of parasitic disease.
Food handlers, shopkeepers, cooks and helpers, restaurant workers, vegetable/fruit sellers, bakers, butchers, etc., can be transmitters of their own truckload of bacterial, fungal and intestinal parasites.
It works both ways. People can get plenty of parasites from handling and eating infected sheep, cattle, pigs, horses, goats, poultry, deer, dogs, etc.
And at the same time, infected humans can contaminate meats and poultry, shellfish, foods, fruits and vegetables, etc., with their own parasitic fauna when they touch and handle them, especially if people do not clean properly their assholes after shitting (Video 2). It sounds nasty, but why beat about the bush using academic slang.
WARNING: CONTENT MAY OFFEND DELICATE PEOPLE!
Video 2. How to poop.
But we have not finished with the livestock parasites yet. There is still more.
The fleece or skin of the livestock crap could be carrying anything, from pathogenic bacteria such as Escherichia coli O157:H7 and Salmonella to eggs of nematodes and larvae of trematodes, especially those flatworms whose metacercariae penetrate the intestines, circulate inside your body searching your liver where they will settle down. These parasitic beauties can make you damn sick.
A liver fluke (Fasciola hepatica) is something damn serious. It is nothing to fuck with.
And if the doctor doesn´t know a shit about parasitology, this medical problem could be misdiagnosed as a simple liver cancer.
Fasciola hepatica (Fig. 1) is a liver parasite found in sheep and cattle. It is also found in species of domesticated and wild herbivores. This parasite (Fig. 2) induces cholangicarcinoma (bile duct cancer) in humans.
Human cases of Fasciola infestation have been on the rise in 51 countries on five continents. Major human health problems caused by this parasite occur in Andean countries (Peru, Bolivia, Chile, Ecuador), the Caribbean (Cuba), Northern Africa (Egypt) and Western Europe (France, Spain and Portugal), according to Mas-Coma (2004).
In the United Kingdom, eleven cases of human fascioliasis were reported in 2009 (Chand et al., 2009).
If the Fasciola infestation of your liver is misclassified by your doctor, what comes next spells nothing good. The first thing you know, you are on the operating table and out goes half of your liver.
Ouch!!!!
After this short detour on parasites, let us continue with the cruel story of livestock exports from UK.
Back at the harbour, having given the unhealthy health officials the green light, the truck trailers full of sheep were loaded on the Moloch vessel, making sure they were conveniently placed in the middle for more stability, so that the ship would not turn over and lose its precious living cargo.
With everything set, the vessel was ready to part from the berth. Compared to the immensity of the ocean, the ship was a puny nothing and behaved like a cork loaded with stacks of livestock crates floating on the rough sea.
To take off, the vessel first had to battle the forces of white tipped waves, the strong sea currents and the gust that were hitting the harbour at the time of departure.
But the diesel engines were pushed to their limit and the ship eventually managed to leave the berth at crawling speed and set its course across the Dover Strait bound to France.
The Moloch ship took four hours to reach the French coast in the early hours of the morning. There was no sign of the morning sun on the horizon yet.
At this side of the channel, people had still another four or five hours to rest in bed before going off to their corresponding slave spots, their bread and butter called “work”.
But at the Calais harbour, people were acting like ants in an anthill. There was no time to waste. Soon, housewives would be out on the street doing the usual daily shopping routine, demanding fresh meat for their families at the local stores.
Cranes and drivers were quite busy unloading the newly arrived livestock cargo and businessmen specialised in dealing with sheep´s blood were already cranking their calculators figuring out the profits of their kill of the day.
Taking advantage of the dark and dressed in black, there was a strange tall and pale man sitting in a corner of the office. Was he the devil?
The devil likes blood, human or nonhuman blood. All blood is ambrosia for him.
Was he there to make sure everything worked his way? Nobody knows but the devil is on the loose. Of this we can be sure.
Earth is his kingdom and most men and women are his children. Otherwise this planet would be a paradise.
The pale man dressed in black nodded. His signal did not go unnoticed. One of the cold dealers of sheep´s blood in the office picked up a telephone and made a call to an obscure contact in Zurich.
He reported that everything had come out as planned and that they could go ahead and connect what had to be connected with the connections of the connections that would connect the secret connections with the mafia.
The message went around the world, from Calais to Zurich, then to Riga and Milan, and from here to Manila, next to Hong Kong and from here to Curaçao, after to the Cayman Islands to finally land in Colon, Panama.
Why Colon, Panama?
Because this is the hub where all the connections to be connected would be quietly done by accountants specialised in connecting all of the connections and who work for the demons who rule this world. This land bridge connects all of the disconnected nations on this planet.
Panama? Isn´t this country the tax haven for German über rich?
To the naked eye, there is nothing unusual in Panama that tells you what´s cooking underneath, even though there are a lot of secrets boiling in the pot in this Central American country.
Except for one thing. Everywhere you go in Panama, you will see banks and banks, and more banks. You will see too many banks in any city and lots of poor people. The two together do not make sense. They go together but don´t go together here.
Poor people do not use banks unless they have mafia connections. But the global gang of the demons & Ltd., yes. These need banks. The more, the better. And Panama has got banks galore.
What do other pèople have to say about this?
“Panama is perhaps the darkest spot on Earth”, confessed us once a South American ambassador assigned in Panama in 2003.
Yes, too frequently, intensive and globalised livestock farming is narcobusiness, in case you did not know.
Here is the proof. Read this.
And this is the main reason why blood tainted men who work for the devil (demons & Ltd.) are so reluctant to let go of this fucking and obscene bloody business of animal holocausts worldwide, which is pumping shit all over the surface of planet Earth.
Yes, the livestock business has a “long shadow”.
As for the live transport of animals from UK to France, it was indeed a kill in every sense, for all of the sheep ended up having their throats cut at the French slaughterhouse.
These livestock shipments happen all the time under people´s noses on both sides of the English Channel. It is business as usual for the gang of Demons & Ltd. who deal with animal blood here and around the world.
And as far as we know there is only one group of brave English people who are trying to stop this fucking nonsense and horrible livestock holocaust.
Who are they? They are the Kent Action Against Live Exports. KAALE for short.
You can get in touch with KAALE by clicking here. Long live KAALE!!!
For now, this should be enough for you to go on connecting giant livestock businesses, globalised animal factories and meat industry and narcomafia. The latter being mafia dedicated to the world famous illegal drug dealing and wheeling. In short, the drug cartels.
But what about connecting the above with your meat eating habits? This is the simplest part. Indeed.
Pierre and Mina Candelabre: Split ass spincters and fucked up families
The dumb public cannot tell the difference between the conveniently disguised “transparent and legal business” from those set as phantom companies to do what satan´s children, the creeps fond of blood, are supposed to do under the sea waves of the ocean of globalisation.
Pierre Candelabre and his wife formed a typical French middle age couple. This morning, it occurred to them to do some monkey business with terrible results.
They tried and tried damn hard for a long time. They banged the walls with the headboard of the bed for almost two hours with no results where there should have been results.
There were only stupid moanings that amounted to nothing. Nothing the couple wanted to amount in the amounts when people mount the roller coaster of the pleasure mountain.
So they quit. She got out of bed and did her morning routine. But the man stayed in bed. He could not move his ass.
His prostate was gone. It was chewed up by a horrible cancer. The surgeon had recently taken out the whole damn thing. But the rotting pile of shit in his butt not only damaged his dairy machinery.
The cancer also left Pierre Candelabre with an ass sphincter split in half. And now, after some heavy duty tossing and tumbling in bed, the pain was killing him.
When Pierre´s wife, Mina, left home it was midmorning. The town had the usual car and truck noises and the nasty but soft smell of diesel and gasoline fumes coming out of the tailpipes.
This Frenchwoman was hot in bed at home but an iceberg on the street unless a man knew how to approach her.
As everyone else in this world, she had been brainwashed to eat meat at least once a day, so she stepped outside her home to get some lamb for her dysfunctional Romeo. She closed the door behind her.
Even though her husband had an oozing ass, Mina Candelabre still had not made the connection of the hazards of eating animal flesh.
Neither had their family physician, another dumb biological robotoid who never did any medical updating homework after he had graduated from med school.
Most physicians had never taken a nutrition course in their fricken and fucking lives. And who has said this?
In the United States, only ca. 6% of medical doctors have had a nutrition course, according to Dr. Ray D. Strand (2002), the author of “What Your Doctor Doesn´t Know About Nutritional Medicine May Be Killing You”.
If the doctor did not know, the specialist who is supposed to know and had recommended that Pierre should eat a couple of lamb chops daily, which by the way are full of additives and xenobiotics, to cure this man´s split ass, then no one would know the plain truth that Pierre was on the brink of extinction because of his fucking meat eating habits.
Furthermore, poor split-assed Pierre would soon be alone, wallowing in pain in bed at home because his charming Mina had just met a "handsome" man from Paris. Well, at least that´s what she thought.
It happened one of those mornings when she was out shopping for Pierre´s daily ration of bloody meat when she had ran into this guy of her likings.
In as much as Pierre did not performed where he was supposed to perform in the bedroom, Mina figured out that she needed a lube change.
Mina thought to herself: Why the heck shouldn´t I cross the bridge of no return?
And she did. Little knew herself that in the end her new sex toy, the man from Paris, would turn out to be another waste basket for the same reasons as Pierre´s.
She did returned home that day of her first landing on Venus´ playground, of course. But it would not be long she would leave Pierre licking his own wounds.
A week later, Mina moved in with her new boyfriend. Her problem was that she was too easy to spread her sweet candy.
“Mina, you are stupid not to search for another man”, her mother, sisters and friends had told her. Obviously, she took on their advice.
Pierre, with his split ass sphincter, had no shooting power to send his rocket to the moon. And Mina´s candy was burning hot. It is no wonder that she embarked herself on a new fornication spree riding another boat.
As we can see, the whole dam thing boiled down to a man with a broken down snake, a split ass and finally a fucked up family.
And in this fucking upside down world, the pain of a man is the gain of another one.
By the way, this has been the story of mankind since humans set off to eat meat. People have been dying of split asses all the time.
Now more than ever. With the exception that those ancient human folks that crossed the croaking line in the past left no evidence.
Split asses don´t fossilise so they will not show up in the fossil record.
Meat is a powder keg
Meat is dangerous stuff in man´s gut. That´s for sure. There is plenty of evidence for that.
Meat, poultry and their products are loaded with additives, natural hydrocarbons and xenobiotics (residues of hormones, pesticides, herbicides, antibiotics, etc.), which when they combined in myriads of ways during cooking (Table 1) and next when they are demolished and reshuffled in the large intestine, they become a dangerous powder keg. A rich source of carcinogens, including heterocyclic amines (HCA), polycyclic aromatic hydrocarbons (PAH) and nitrosamines (NA).
Food handlers, shopkeepers, cooks and helpers, restaurant workers, vegetable/fruit sellers, bakers, butchers, etc., can be transmitters of their own truckload of bacterial, fungal and intestinal parasites.
It works both ways. People can get plenty of parasites from handling and eating infected sheep, cattle, pigs, horses, goats, poultry, deer, dogs, etc.
And at the same time, infected humans can contaminate meats and poultry, shellfish, foods, fruits and vegetables, etc., with their own parasitic fauna when they touch and handle them, especially if people do not clean properly their assholes after shitting (Video 2). It sounds nasty, but why beat about the bush using academic slang.
WARNING: CONTENT MAY OFFEND DELICATE PEOPLE!
But we have not finished with the livestock parasites yet. There is still more.
The fleece or skin of the livestock crap could be carrying anything, from pathogenic bacteria such as Escherichia coli O157:H7 and Salmonella to eggs of nematodes and larvae of trematodes, especially those flatworms whose metacercariae penetrate the intestines, circulate inside your body searching your liver where they will settle down. These parasitic beauties can make you damn sick.
A liver fluke (Fasciola hepatica) is something damn serious. It is nothing to fuck with.
And if the doctor doesn´t know a shit about parasitology, this medical problem could be misdiagnosed as a simple liver cancer.
Fasciola hepatica (Fig. 1) is a liver parasite found in sheep and cattle. It is also found in species of domesticated and wild herbivores. This parasite (Fig. 2) induces cholangicarcinoma (bile duct cancer) in humans.
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| Figure 1. Life cycle of the liver fluke (Fasciola hepatica). Source: CDC. |
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| Figure 2. Sonograph of the liver fluke (Fasciola hepatica) in human. Source: Mansour Ghanaei et al. (2006). |
Human cases of Fasciola infestation have been on the rise in 51 countries on five continents. Major human health problems caused by this parasite occur in Andean countries (Peru, Bolivia, Chile, Ecuador), the Caribbean (Cuba), Northern Africa (Egypt) and Western Europe (France, Spain and Portugal), according to Mas-Coma (2004).
In the United Kingdom, eleven cases of human fascioliasis were reported in 2009 (Chand et al., 2009).
If the Fasciola infestation of your liver is misclassified by your doctor, what comes next spells nothing good. The first thing you know, you are on the operating table and out goes half of your liver.
Ouch!!!!
After this short detour on parasites, let us continue with the cruel story of livestock exports from UK.
Back at the harbour, having given the unhealthy health officials the green light, the truck trailers full of sheep were loaded on the Moloch vessel, making sure they were conveniently placed in the middle for more stability, so that the ship would not turn over and lose its precious living cargo.
With everything set, the vessel was ready to part from the berth. Compared to the immensity of the ocean, the ship was a puny nothing and behaved like a cork loaded with stacks of livestock crates floating on the rough sea.
To take off, the vessel first had to battle the forces of white tipped waves, the strong sea currents and the gust that were hitting the harbour at the time of departure.
But the diesel engines were pushed to their limit and the ship eventually managed to leave the berth at crawling speed and set its course across the Dover Strait bound to France.
The Moloch ship took four hours to reach the French coast in the early hours of the morning. There was no sign of the morning sun on the horizon yet.
At this side of the channel, people had still another four or five hours to rest in bed before going off to their corresponding slave spots, their bread and butter called “work”.
But at the Calais harbour, people were acting like ants in an anthill. There was no time to waste. Soon, housewives would be out on the street doing the usual daily shopping routine, demanding fresh meat for their families at the local stores.
Cranes and drivers were quite busy unloading the newly arrived livestock cargo and businessmen specialised in dealing with sheep´s blood were already cranking their calculators figuring out the profits of their kill of the day.
Taking advantage of the dark and dressed in black, there was a strange tall and pale man sitting in a corner of the office. Was he the devil?
The devil likes blood, human or nonhuman blood. All blood is ambrosia for him.
Was he there to make sure everything worked his way? Nobody knows but the devil is on the loose. Of this we can be sure.
Earth is his kingdom and most men and women are his children. Otherwise this planet would be a paradise.
The pale man dressed in black nodded. His signal did not go unnoticed. One of the cold dealers of sheep´s blood in the office picked up a telephone and made a call to an obscure contact in Zurich.
He reported that everything had come out as planned and that they could go ahead and connect what had to be connected with the connections of the connections that would connect the secret connections with the mafia.
The message went around the world, from Calais to Zurich, then to Riga and Milan, and from here to Manila, next to Hong Kong and from here to Curaçao, after to the Cayman Islands to finally land in Colon, Panama.
Why Colon, Panama?
Because this is the hub where all the connections to be connected would be quietly done by accountants specialised in connecting all of the connections and who work for the demons who rule this world. This land bridge connects all of the disconnected nations on this planet.
Panama? Isn´t this country the tax haven for German über rich?
To the naked eye, there is nothing unusual in Panama that tells you what´s cooking underneath, even though there are a lot of secrets boiling in the pot in this Central American country.
Except for one thing. Everywhere you go in Panama, you will see banks and banks, and more banks. You will see too many banks in any city and lots of poor people. The two together do not make sense. They go together but don´t go together here.
Poor people do not use banks unless they have mafia connections. But the global gang of the demons & Ltd., yes. These need banks. The more, the better. And Panama has got banks galore.
What do other pèople have to say about this?
“Panama is perhaps the darkest spot on Earth”, confessed us once a South American ambassador assigned in Panama in 2003.
Yes, too frequently, intensive and globalised livestock farming is narcobusiness, in case you did not know.
Here is the proof. Read this.
And this is the main reason why blood tainted men who work for the devil (demons & Ltd.) are so reluctant to let go of this fucking and obscene bloody business of animal holocausts worldwide, which is pumping shit all over the surface of planet Earth.
Yes, the livestock business has a “long shadow”.
As for the live transport of animals from UK to France, it was indeed a kill in every sense, for all of the sheep ended up having their throats cut at the French slaughterhouse.
These livestock shipments happen all the time under people´s noses on both sides of the English Channel. It is business as usual for the gang of Demons & Ltd. who deal with animal blood here and around the world.
And as far as we know there is only one group of brave English people who are trying to stop this fucking nonsense and horrible livestock holocaust.
Who are they? They are the Kent Action Against Live Exports. KAALE for short.
You can get in touch with KAALE by clicking here. Long live KAALE!!!
For now, this should be enough for you to go on connecting giant livestock businesses, globalised animal factories and meat industry and narcomafia. The latter being mafia dedicated to the world famous illegal drug dealing and wheeling. In short, the drug cartels.
But what about connecting the above with your meat eating habits? This is the simplest part. Indeed.
Pierre and Mina Candelabre: Split ass spincters and fucked up families
The dumb public cannot tell the difference between the conveniently disguised “transparent and legal business” from those set as phantom companies to do what satan´s children, the creeps fond of blood, are supposed to do under the sea waves of the ocean of globalisation.
Pierre Candelabre and his wife formed a typical French middle age couple. This morning, it occurred to them to do some monkey business with terrible results.
They tried and tried damn hard for a long time. They banged the walls with the headboard of the bed for almost two hours with no results where there should have been results.
There were only stupid moanings that amounted to nothing. Nothing the couple wanted to amount in the amounts when people mount the roller coaster of the pleasure mountain.
So they quit. She got out of bed and did her morning routine. But the man stayed in bed. He could not move his ass.
His prostate was gone. It was chewed up by a horrible cancer. The surgeon had recently taken out the whole damn thing. But the rotting pile of shit in his butt not only damaged his dairy machinery.
The cancer also left Pierre Candelabre with an ass sphincter split in half. And now, after some heavy duty tossing and tumbling in bed, the pain was killing him.
When Pierre´s wife, Mina, left home it was midmorning. The town had the usual car and truck noises and the nasty but soft smell of diesel and gasoline fumes coming out of the tailpipes.
This Frenchwoman was hot in bed at home but an iceberg on the street unless a man knew how to approach her.
As everyone else in this world, she had been brainwashed to eat meat at least once a day, so she stepped outside her home to get some lamb for her dysfunctional Romeo. She closed the door behind her.
Even though her husband had an oozing ass, Mina Candelabre still had not made the connection of the hazards of eating animal flesh.
Neither had their family physician, another dumb biological robotoid who never did any medical updating homework after he had graduated from med school.
Most physicians had never taken a nutrition course in their fricken and fucking lives. And who has said this?
In the United States, only ca. 6% of medical doctors have had a nutrition course, according to Dr. Ray D. Strand (2002), the author of “What Your Doctor Doesn´t Know About Nutritional Medicine May Be Killing You”.
If the doctor did not know, the specialist who is supposed to know and had recommended that Pierre should eat a couple of lamb chops daily, which by the way are full of additives and xenobiotics, to cure this man´s split ass, then no one would know the plain truth that Pierre was on the brink of extinction because of his fucking meat eating habits.
Furthermore, poor split-assed Pierre would soon be alone, wallowing in pain in bed at home because his charming Mina had just met a "handsome" man from Paris. Well, at least that´s what she thought.
It happened one of those mornings when she was out shopping for Pierre´s daily ration of bloody meat when she had ran into this guy of her likings.
In as much as Pierre did not performed where he was supposed to perform in the bedroom, Mina figured out that she needed a lube change.
Mina thought to herself: Why the heck shouldn´t I cross the bridge of no return?
And she did. Little knew herself that in the end her new sex toy, the man from Paris, would turn out to be another waste basket for the same reasons as Pierre´s.
She did returned home that day of her first landing on Venus´ playground, of course. But it would not be long she would leave Pierre licking his own wounds.
A week later, Mina moved in with her new boyfriend. Her problem was that she was too easy to spread her sweet candy.
“Mina, you are stupid not to search for another man”, her mother, sisters and friends had told her. Obviously, she took on their advice.
Pierre, with his split ass sphincter, had no shooting power to send his rocket to the moon. And Mina´s candy was burning hot. It is no wonder that she embarked herself on a new fornication spree riding another boat.
As we can see, the whole dam thing boiled down to a man with a broken down snake, a split ass and finally a fucked up family.
And in this fucking upside down world, the pain of a man is the gain of another one.
By the way, this has been the story of mankind since humans set off to eat meat. People have been dying of split asses all the time.
Now more than ever. With the exception that those ancient human folks that crossed the croaking line in the past left no evidence.
Split asses don´t fossilise so they will not show up in the fossil record.
Meat is a powder keg
Meat is dangerous stuff in man´s gut. That´s for sure. There is plenty of evidence for that.
Meat, poultry and their products are loaded with additives, natural hydrocarbons and xenobiotics (residues of hormones, pesticides, herbicides, antibiotics, etc.), which when they combined in myriads of ways during cooking (Table 1) and next when they are demolished and reshuffled in the large intestine, they become a dangerous powder keg. A rich source of carcinogens, including heterocyclic amines (HCA), polycyclic aromatic hydrocarbons (PAH) and nitrosamines (NA).
Tabla 1.
Pyrazines identified in fried and roasted chicken meat. Source: Shahidi (1998).
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In the recycling process of the intestine, new molecules appear, many are harmful (HCAs, PAHs, NAs), with enough power to drill and screw up your metabolic exit highway (colon, rectum), causing cancer and chewing up your prostate, balls, ovaries and ass.
We for sure don´t fuck with meat. We are veggie eaters.
Death will catch up with us one day for sure. We are well aware of this. That is every creature´s destiny. But in the meantime, we have no ailments nor pains. Thank God for that!
Nowadays, in the so called “developed” nations, where people are dying under the weight of an obesity epidemic or droping dead like flies with blasted hearts and clogged arteries due to an animal based diet rich in fat, not many people can say they are OK healthwise.
Any physician who has done his nutrition work damn well and has some common sense can attest to the fact that man´s love affair and out of control meat eating habits are killing humans.
Now, where are you on this?
Are you close to having a split ass? Do you already have a hamburger sized prostate and you don´t know about it but feel a burning sensation when you piss? Do your boobs already look like sacks full of potatoes?
If so, you might be nearing the line of extinction like Pierre Candelabre.
Why let your meat eating habits blow you up with cancer? Why not switch to a healthier vegan lifestyle before you explode full of cancer like a star going nova?
Mother Earth is clamouring for this change. Factory animal farming is making her sick and along the way the rest of earthlings including our own species.
Make the change. It does not hurt. But having a split ass sphincter, by golly, it must be damn painful!!!!
Why wait for that to happen?
The answer is simple: Quit cannibalising your neighbours!!!
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