Notice how I titled this piece. Medications, Money, and Causes are all in quotes. FLEAS is not. The quotes signify second-order reality; conjured up out of human minds. FLEAS, however, is the real deal.
More and more, these posts are morphing into the rants of an old woman.
Mea culpa.
Or actually, not. Nothing to apologize for. This is who I am NOW. And if you were my age, 82, and still conscious, in decent “shape” and full-on ALIVE, you would likely ending up ranting too.
Every day, another disgusting headline that shows the medicalized, technocratic, transhumanist direction of our supposedly shared future. Here’s the latest.
https://bsquarebulletin.com/simtra-buys-old-ge-property-from-cook-plans-injectable-drug-facility/
And of course, while I appreciate the fact that Bloomington will gain jobs and tax revenue, there is no shared recognition of what our increasingly industrially medicalized culture is heading into. Nor, as a consequence, any debate on the issue. Money talks. Money is the bottom line.
Oh? I ask. Me, who has always sought to live BELOW MONEY as far as possible? To connect with the natural world, including my own nature, my own embodied self?
And to broadcast that, in subtle ways. In fact:
I’m about to order a MYHA t-shirt from Celia Farber: Make Myself Healthy Again.
YES!
On her substack she features someone wearing the shirt:
Oh wait . . . his shirt says, “Make Yourself Healthy Again.” Would much rather it refer to the one who wears it. Maybe I’ll contact her and ask if that’s another possible permutation with the same acronym, since the “MY” of MYHA could also refer to the MY-self.
And I’m wondering: should I do a post that gives photos of all the T-shirts I have bought through the decades (still have most of them), that feature some “cause” that I was, or still am, attracted to. Hmmm. Yes. Think so.
Along with another post that details the actual chronology of various causes that I realized, afterwards, might be or are definitely misinformed. For example “peak oil.” No such thing, it turns out, since oil is not a “fossil fuel” (and thus limited to detritus from old dinosaur bones). See how Rockefeller coined that term:
That in fact, some argue that oil is abiotic, continuously produced from earth herself.
Meanwhile, I’m dealing with a flea infestation at home. Puppy Scampi goes outside five or six times a day for a shared barking session with two dogs through the fence, while racing through tall weeds. So even if I keep vacuuming and using a wet flea comb to go through his hair (five or six times a day, at least five fleas drowned each time); even if I keep the flea traps going (sticky mats, under lights); even if he’s “treated” (in several ways already); even if I use a flea shampoo and leave it on for the suggested seven minutes, and at other times spray on a liquid that’s supposed to kill them but apparently does not; even if I sprinkle diotomaceous earth on likely surfaces, including his own body (but more rarely, as don’t want to dry out his skin); the fleas just keep coming in, relentless.
(BTW: the indoor/outdoor cat seems to be doing okay; we treated him too.)
Haven’t tried essential oils yet. That’s next. And perhaps yet another kind of “medication,” though I’m as concerned about what medications do to him as I am to myself, were I to let them into my body. Which I don’t.
I read that fleas prosper especially in hot HUMID weather. And the humidity, these days has been sometimes over 90%.
Weather warfare at work? I do wonder. The entire eastern half of the U.S. has been suffocating under this “heat dome” since last week. It looks like we might get a break here by Thursday.
Ultimately, of course, I realize that my concerns pale in the face of what the homeless around here are going through. Or worse: what my son Colin endures, every single minute, with paralysis plus relentless nerve pain.
