BETHESDA, Md. (AP) — Forget being sneezed on: Government scientists are deliberately giving dozens of volunteers the flu by squirting the live virus straight up their noses.
SAN LUIS OBISPO, Calif. (MarketWatch) — The world looks different from rarified altitude of a billionaire. Especially if you’re one of the 85 richest who control more wealth than the 3.5 billion poorest.
This article will describe a way to make colloidal silver at home. After the first batch of colloidal silver is made, the second and future batches should make one gallon of high quality 6 PPM to 8 PPM (Parts Per Million) colloidal silver in one and a half hours.
The fist batch will take about three hours, since it will not have the benefit of “seeding” the gallon with previously “cooked” colloidal silver (this “seeding” is necessary to create better electrical current in the distilled water). Once the first batch is made, future batches can be “seeded,” so it will take less time to make these batches. Continue reading “How to Make Colloidal Silver at Home”
Herbal healing for Stomach Ulcers; Weight Loss Power Herbs. Cordi also gives a take on the 9/11 event. She had 45 minutes worth of adds, songs and commercials. She knows her herbs and veggies. Enjoy this uplifting and inspirational podcast. It will truly change the world. Continue reading “Cordite Country 9.10.2011”
As the Super Bowl approaches New York much like a blizzard, here are some things to think about: in 2012, NFL commissioner Roger Goodell was paid $29.5 million to run the organization. And that’s not all. The NFL, if you didn’t realize it, exists as a 501 c 6 organization. It’s not for profit!
Underfoot Herb Week: Flax; Cleavers. Flax(also known as common flax or linseed), with the binomial name: Linum usitatissimum, is a member of the genus Linum in the family Linaceae. It is a food and fibre crop that is grown in cooler regions of the world. Continue reading “Cordite country Flax 12.27.2013”
“As has been well documented, I smoked pot as a kid…” — Barack Obama
“You smoke that shit, everything kind of gets weird, you know what I mean?” — Bunny in Platoon
Despite having spent a good many years in the Sixties (ten, to be exact, although I only remember about half of ‘em), I was never much of a pot head. Any substance which led me to believe that Gilligan’s Island was a masterpiece of the performing arts was not to be trusted. Grass gave most people the giggles; for a tiny minority of us, it provided the certainty we were on the verge of a massive heart attack. Body paranoia was the doper’s term for such unease. It was an affliction which led chronic sufferers back to the conviviality of the closest taproom where they could inebriate themselves legally until they keeled over into a puddle of their own effluvia and were dragged home by their designated drivers. Continue reading “Don’t Bogart That Joint, Barack …”