...the study also found no marked benefit from remdesivir for those who were healthier and didn’t need oxygen or those who were sicker, requiring a ventilator or a heart-lung bypass machine.So if you caught the bug but aren't sick enough to require oxygen, Remdesivir--the expensive new drug touted by the medical establishment--does nothing for you.
Hydrochloroquine is off-patent and all the anecdotal evidence (as well as studies done in foreign countries) demonstrate that it works a treat against just about every coronavirus variant there is, not just COVID-19. HCQ's effectiveness against coronavirii was demonstrated with SARS during that epidemic, FFS, which is why they even tried it against this one in the first place. If you take it before getting sick, it helps to keep you from getting sick. If you get sick and start taking it, it reduces the severity of the infection and it helps you recover faster. Of course, because it is off-patent, no one will make a killing on it, so it must be sidelined and ignored.
The longer I live the more thoroughly convinced I become that the medical industry does not give a single damn for helping people, but exists only to extract money from them. As much money as possible, for as long as possible. It's gotten to the point that I am beginning to believe that we have not cured the common cold solely because doing so would kill a cash cow.
Like French doctors after the perfection of the appendectomy, complaining that they'd lose business if their chronic appendicitis patients had a permanent cure. (Too bad, I guess, about the acute appendicitis sufferers who died.)
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It's not about public health; it's about control. The instant you reframe the continuations and extensions of the lockdowns in that manner, it makes perfect sense. If it doesn't also enrage you, you should not vote.
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"Negligent discharge". Keep your finger off the trigger until and unless you are ready to fire, you dumb shit.
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Rain predicted for this afternoon. It's not even 11 yet and it's already clobbered over. *sigh*
Indy 500 is postponed until August, so there won't be a race this weekend.
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So, for my birthday, my wife got me Pursuit of the Pankera, which was reconstructed from Heinlein's papers. It looks as if it was meant to be a parallel story to the parallel universes story Number of the Beast. A preface to the volume says that up to page one-fifty-odd, the stories are "identical", and only diverge at a point marked with a symbol in the margin.
Apparently people looking at Heinlein's corpus (the literary one, not his body) found fragments of this story and pieced them all together. They didn't do anything to what was written, other than incidental editing.
Number of the Beast was Heinlein's first novel after coming out of retirement. With his enormous commercial success, he had reached the point of having total creative control over his works, and with the sexual revolution having ended with a complete collapse of societal guardrails he could write what he really thought. Stranger in a Strange Land was the beginning of this, but Time Enough for Love was where he started going off the rails. Especially with Lazarus Long going back in time and having sex with his mother (eew). I Will Fear No Evil should have been classed, using his own term, a "stinkeroo".
When he came out of retirement he could have written random drivel and people would have bought it by the ton. Number of the Beast started off all right, but as soon as the characters of that story hooked up with Lazarus Long and Company--well. Friday was his last really good book (and it was not really all that good); everything else from his post-1980 ouerve was a dreadful mishmash of science fiction and "free love" horseshit. To Sail Beyond the Sunset--well, when I was cleaning out stuff around here, I donated all my post-1980s Heinlein (except for the hardcover of Friday a friend gave me in the 1980s), and To Sail Beyond the Sunset went into the donate pile before I could finish reading the title.
I haven't gotten to the divergent point yet, but something has jumped out at me as a vast improvement over Number of the Beast (NotB): Deety has not so much as once mentioned her "teats".
FFS, in NotB, it seems like every time the viewpoint switched to Deety, "Teats! Teats! Teats!" We get it, Bob! Deety has a nice rack. We don't need to focus on it. In this version, the word has not appeared, and in fact all of the sex talk has been toned down significantly. I now do not have a copy of NotB to compare this with (see above, "donated") so I can only go by memory, but even so I'm wondering just how much editing was actually done? Because the part where the four protagonists meet and throw in together and modify Gay Deceiver to travel the universes--I remember there being a lot more raunch in it than there is in this version.
...though the book is for damn sure improved by its omission.
I'm not going to give a spoiler warning for a forty-year-old book. I've gotten to the point where "Snug Harbor" has been atom bombed by the black hats, and they've escaped to a universe where Mars is habitable and they've just landed there. That's about ten to fifteen pages before the divergent point. I'll report more on this when I've read more, but so far it's better than the original work, by a long shot.
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I think I will go lay down for a little while longer. I planned on resting today and not doing much of anything, and it would probably be a good idea to get started on that.