The Life of Radostsguy

This is the answer I sent to a friend of mine who had mentioned his love of studying cosmolgy in an Email. I thought I'd pass it on.....

OK. So Theory M makes the math work, but does that really prove anything?

Newton's math worked too, until they found that one of Jupiter's moons appeared from behind the planet 4 seconds too late. And then there was that troublesome stuff that Pierre and Marie Currie were working on. Hmmm ....

Actually, I hope it is wrong. That is because long distance space travel would be an exercise in futility. What would be the point of freezing yourself, whizzing off at just below the speed of light for a trip a mere 500 light years away, then doing the same in the return to Earth, only to find that the planet is 2 million years older than you are (twins paradox) and nobody has a clue who you are, your ship is a laughable relic from the dim dark past, and you end up in a circus side show as an example of "What we used to be before we mutated into a superior species!" Oops!

So, to use Star Trek terminology, we would have to find out how to "warp" both space and time! And maybe the other 7 dimensions too (if any!) Maybe the Vulcans will help us!

I think they're nuts to send these deep-space probes far far away. We have no idea what's out there! They announce that the probes are searching for microbes in puddles in some far off planet or moon. But what if the probe is found by the Borg, or some species that's so advanced they regard us as microbes? Can they guarantee us that it won't be, or that there an no Borg like folks, etc, out there? That to me is the ultimate stupidity created by a species who truly believes that IT is the only intelligent life form in the whole fucking universe! What a colossal vanity! And there's some question as to whether we really are intelligent! We don't normally act it. (Not speaking of individuals here.)

One day I made a few assumptions based on the fact that there are billions of stars per galaxy, and billions of galaxies. I assumed 4 billion stars/galaxy and 3 billion galaxies. Now, if we assume that the chance of any one planet circling any old sun has a 1 in a quadrillion chance of having intelligent life, there would be 12 million planets with intelligent life! If that's anywhere near accurate, what would be the probability that this species is the most advanced? One in 12 million! Dem's heavy odds! And even if there is a God who created everything, why wouldn't such a God want lots of folks right across the Universe to worship Him? Why just a bunch of losers like us? (speaking of our Glorious Leaders!)

Someone sent me a .pdf from a Vanity Fair op-ed piece regarding the enormous damage The Regime has done to the American Economy. It only hinted at the Politicl Damage. It's quite long, though, so I won't even try to copy and past it here, which likely wouldn't work anyway. If you want to read it, and I would suggest that it's a MUST READ for Americans in particular, go to my Site at

http://mwob.dynalias.com/index.php

Hit "End of Page" and then find the link with the Word "Utilities" in it. I can never remember the whole name I used!

Drop down that page to the link "Downloads" and there it will be. The name is obvious. Just clicking on it should start the Opera Transfer. Else, do the "right click, Save as" trick.

As a Canadian, why do I care? But I do. Very deeply. I'm old enough to remember when USA was a Great Country, respected and admired and dare I say beloved all around the world. I WANT MY AMERICA BACK!

This is an email that was sent to me by a good friend whom I trust!

This is old news to me, and luckily I’ve never liked the taste of the stuff, but I do know plenty of people who drink this POISON and have no clue. I’ve not bothered to ‘fix’ the text this time. But if you ever drink or eat anything with the words DIET, or SUGAR FREE or any such thing, you should read this article. Thanks again to Dan in AZ for keeping me up to date.



SWEET POISON

A MUST READ
In October of 2001, my sister started getting
very sick. She had stomach spasms and she was having
a hard time getting around. Walking was a major
chore. It took everything she had just to get out of
bed; she was in so much pain.
By March 2002, she had undergone several tissue and
muscle biopsies and was on 24 various prescription
medications. The doctors could not determine what
was wrong with her. She was in so much pain, and so
sick, she just knew she was dying. She put her house,
bank accounts, life insurance, etc., in her
oldest daughter's name, and made sure that her
younger children were to be taken care of.
She also wanted her last hooray, so she planned a
trip to Florida (basically in a wheelchair) for
March 22 nd
On March 19 I called her to ask how her most recent
tests went, and she said they didn't find anything
on the test, but they believe she had MS.
I recalled an article a friend of mine e-mailed to
me and I asked my sister if she drank diet soda? She
told me that she did. As a matter of fact, she was
getting ready to crack one open that moment.
I told her not to open it, and to stop drinking the
diet soda!
I e-mailed her the article my friend, a lawyer, had
sent.
My sister called me within 32 hours after our phone
conversation and told me she had stopped drinking
the diet soda AND she could walk! The muscle spasms
went away. She said she didn't feel 100% but she
sure felt a lot better. She told me she was going to
her doctor with this article and would call me when
she got home.
Well, she called me, and said her doctor was amazed!
He is going to call all of his MS patients to find
out if they consumed artificial sweeteners of any
kind.
In a nutshell, she was being poisoned by the
Aspartame in the diet soda...and literally dying a
slow and miserable death.
When she got to Florida March 22, all she had to
take was one pill, and that was a pill for the
Aspartame poisoning! She is well on her way to a
complete recovery.
And she is walking! No wheelchair! This article
saved her life.
If it says 'SUGAR FREE' on the label; DO NOT EVEN
THINK ABOUT IT!
I have spent several days lecturing at the WORLD
ENVIRONMENTAL CONFERENCE on 'ASPARTAME,' marketed as
'NutraSweet,' 'Equal,' and 'Spoonful.'
In the keynote address by the EPA, it was announced
that in the United States in 2001 there is an
epidemic of multiple sclerosis and systemic lupus.
It was difficult to determine exactly what toxin was
causing this to be rampant.
I stood up and said that I was there to lecture on
exactly that subject.
I will explain why Aspartame is so dangerous: When
the temperature of this sweetener exceeds 86 degrees
F, the wood alcohol in ASPARTAME converts to
formaldehyde and then to formic acid, whi ch in turn
causes metabolic acidosis. Formic acid is the
poison found in the sting of fire ants. The methanol
toxicity mimics, among other conditions, multiple
sclerosis and systemic lupus. Many people were being
diagnosed in error. Although multiple sclerosis is
not a death sentence, Methanol toxicity is!
Systemic lupus has become almost as rampant as
multiple sclerosis, especially with Diet Coke and
Diet Pepsi drinkers. The victim usually does not
know that the Aspartame is the culprit. He or she
continues its use; irritating the lupus to such a
degree that it may become a life-threatening
condition.
We have seen patients with systemic lupus become
asymptotic, once taken off diet sodas.
In cases of those diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis,
most of the symptoms disappear. We've seen many
cases where vision loss retur ned and hearing loss
improved markedly.
This also applies to cases of tinnitus and
fibromyalgia.
During a lecture, I said, If you are using
ASPARTAME (NutraSweet, Equal, Spoonful, etc) and you suffer fromfibromyalgia symptoms, spasms, shooting, pains, numbness in your legs, cramps, vertigo, dizziness, headaches, tinnitus, joint pain,
unexplainable depression, anxiety attacks, slurred
speech, blurred vision, or memory loss you probably
have ASPARTAME poisoning!'
People were jumping up during the lecture saying, I
have some of these symptoms. Is it reversible?'
Yes! Yes! Yes! STOP drinking diet sodas and be alert
for Aspartame on food labels! Many products are
fortified with it! This is a serious problem.
Dr. Espart (one of my speakers) remarked that so
many people seem to be symptomatic for MS and during his recent visit to a hospice, a nurse stated that
six of her friends, who were heavy Diet Coke
addicts, had all been diagnosed with MS. This is
beyond coincidence!
Diet soda is NOT a diet product! It is a chemically
altered, multiple SODIUM (salt) and ASPARTAME
containing product that actually makes you crave
carbohydrates. It is far more likely to make you
GAIN weight!
These products also contain formaldehyde, which
stores in the fat cells, particularly in the hips
and thighs. Formaldehyde is an absolute toxin and is
used primarily to preserve 'tissue specimens.' Many
products we use every day contain this chemical but
we SHOULD NOT store it IN our body!
Dr. H. J. Roberts stated in his lectures that once
free of the 'diet products' and with no significant
increase in exercise; his patients lost an average
of 19 pounds over a trial period.
Aspartame is especially dangerous for diabetics.
We found that some physicians, who believed that
they had a patient with retinopathy, in fact, had
symptoms caused by Aspartame.
The Aspartame drives the bloodsugar out of control.
Thus diabetics may suffer acute memory loss due to
the fact that aspartic acid and phenylalanine are
NEUROTOXIC when taken without the other amino acids necessary for a good balance.
Treating diabetes is all about BALANCE. Especially
with di abetics, the Aspartame passes the
blood/brain barrierand it then deteriorates the
neurons of the brain; causing various levels of
brain damage, seizures, depression, manic
depression, panic attacks, uncontrollable anger and
rage.
Consumption of Aspartame causes these same symptoms
in non-diabetics as well.
Documentation and observation also reveal that
thousands of children diagnosed with ADD and ADHD
have had complete turnarounds in their behavior when
these chemicals have been removed from their diet.
So called 'behavior modification prescription drugs'
(Ritalin and others) are no longer needed. Truth be
told, they were never NEEDED in the first place!
Most of these children were being 'poisoned' on a
daily basis with the very foods that were 'better
for them than sugar.'
It is also suspected that the Aspartame in thousands
of pallets of diet Coke and diet Pepsi consumed by
men and women fighting in the Gulf War, may be
partially to blame for the well-known Gulf War
Syndrome.
Dr. Roberts warns that it can cause birth defects,
i.e. mental retardation, if taken at the time of
conception and during early pregnancy.
Children are especially at risk for neurological
disorders and should NEVER be given artificial
sweeteners. There are many different case histories
to relate of children suffering grand mal seizures
and other neurological disturbances talking about a
plague of neurological diseases directly caused by
the use of this deadly poison.'
Here in lies the problem:
There were Congressional Hearings when Aspartame was included 100 different products and strong objection was made concerning its use. Since this initial hearing, there have been two subsequent hearings, and still nothing has been done. The drug and chemical lobbies have very deep pockets.
Sadly, MONSANTO'S patent on Aspartame has EXPIRED!
There are now over 5,000 products on the market that
contain this deadly chemical and there will be
thousands more introduced. Everybody wants a 'piece
of the Aspartame pie.' I assure you that MONSANTO,
the creator of Aspartame, knows how deadly it is.
And isn't it ironic that MONSANTO funds, among
others, the American Diabetes Association, the
American Dietetic Association and the Conference of
the American College of Physicians?
This has been recently exposed in the New York
Times.
These [organizations] cannot criticize any additives
or convey their link to MONSANTO because they take
money from the food industry and are required to
endorse their products.
Senator Howard Metzenbaum wrote and presented a bill
that would require label warnings on products
containing Aspartame, especially regarding pregnant
women, children and infants. The bill would also
institute independent studies on the known dangers
and the problems existing in the general population
regarding seizures, changes in brain chemistry,
neurological changes and behavioral symptoms.
The bill was killed.
It is known that the powerful drug and chemical
lobbies are responsible for this, letting loose the
hounds of disease and death on an unsuspecting and
uninformed public. Well, you're Informed now! YOU
HAVE A RIGHT TO KNOW!
Please print this out and/or e-mail to your family
and friends.They have a right to know too.

Here we go again. Actually, this will be short because my memory .... errr .... What am I doing? .... Oh yeah! Writing a blog. My memory is short!

The upshot of the stolen briefcase is that I lost all my Vital Documents, and was left with two options

1. Return to Canada.
2. Become a man without a country.

Since one cannot do the latter now as one could back in the Good Old Days of Captain Kidd, et al (pisses off the omni-present apparachiki), returning to the Big C was all there was. One problem. of course. The frigging Airlines want MONEY for tickets. How crass! Decadent Imperialist Capitalist Pigs!

Now, here I have to say something about some of the Members of the Lounge Forum. No names, no pack-drill. I had made clear the situation on the Forums, and all of a sudden, PM's started coming in saying that they were prepared to help a bit. Frankly, without their help, I'd probably rotting in some jail somewhere. This may be a bit late, but let me say,

Thanks, guys and gals!

Anyway, once the $ were in hand, I went and ordered up the cheapest flight the Travel Agent could find, which was Berlin-Frankfurt-Toronto. I had hoped to be able to stay at my friend Shannon's place, but emails went unanswered. Finally I asked Jaz who lives in Oshawa too to try to track down Shannon. The answer came back, "Shannon is in the hospital with cancer, and likely won't come out." What the hell is this? Some sort of Great Cosmic Joke?

So I finally arrive in Toronto in late August of 05, and was picked up by Jaz. She took me to the hospital to see Shannon. She could/would barely speak. Previously, she was Ms Motormouth! She looked terrible too, of course. She told me that I could rent her room at a very low price.

Shannon passed away in January of 06. The Good die young.

The long wait in Canada was mostly because I needed a new Birth Certificate before I could apply for a new Passport. The BC comes from the Ontario Govt, a World Model of Sleeping Apparachiki. 14 weeks, it takes. In comparison, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs takes only 4 weeks for a Passport. I thought that Computers were supposed to speed things up. Nope. Not where Our Glorious Leaders hang out.

My life there was a minor sort of hell. There were two other men staying in Shannon's home. They were diametrically opposed to my whole being.

About all I could do was spend some time on Shannon's computer, which at least had broadband, and watch TV. About all that was worth watching were re-runs of Star Trek and Andromeda, a few things on Discovery and History, and 12 O'Clock High at 04:00! And, of course, the Jon Stewart (?) show.

Finally, things got done, and I was able to book air flights back to Sofia. They were on British Air (up the Empire), a Boeing 757 Toronto - London, and an Airbus 340 London - Sofia. Nice Aircraft!

Best of all, my arrival in Sofia was on 12 March, my Birthday! And there at the airport awaited the World's Best Birthday Present - Radostina!

Much of this I have reported in bits and pieces in the Cyber-House. So now I'll put it all together in one place. Briefly.

In order to stay in Bulgaria (BG) permanently, I have to obtain what is called a Visa-D. We hadn't realized that when I first arrived in June of 2000. Within a day of my arrival, we went to the Police Station in Sliven, which also houses some guys from the Ministry of the Interior, which is in charge of passports and visas. We went to see one of them, but Radost and he were speaking BG, of course, so I didn't have a clue what they were saying. They thin filled out a document, and she told me that all was fine. Now I don't know if he had given her the wrong info, or if she didn't understand it.

In May of 2005, my passport expired. So I headed to the Canadian Consulate in Sofia, which is under the control of the Embassy in Bucharest. I went to Sofia in early March, filled out the forms, went home (5 hour train ride), and then went back about two weeks later after they called me and told me it was ready.

Shortly after, we had a visit form the Police. I was out at the time, but they told Radost that we had to report to the Police Station ASAP. We went the next day after her work, and were interviewed by a Ministry lad who spoke English. He then informed us of three things:
1. I had been in the country illegally.
2. I could stay if I got a Visa-D, which would require me to leave the country for a minimum of 30 days, and apply to the BG Embassy or Consulate in the country I went to.
3. I owed the BG Govt 2500 leva in back taxes (1250 Euros or about $1800 CDN.) But I could pay it in 8 installments when I returned.

We decided that I should head for Romania, since it is so close. So away I went in mid March. I found a place to stay that we could just afford, with a little help from my friends, and next day I went to the BG Embassy and I filled out the forms. Then, about a week later, the Embassy called, and asked me to report. So I did, and was told I required three documents. Proof of income,which I had, but it was back home, a document that showed I had an address in BG, and proof that I had a BG bank account. The last two I didn't have, and in fact I didn't even have a bank account there. So I asked them what I could do, and they said, "No problem. We'll issue you a Special Visa which will be good for two months. That will give you enough time to get this stuff." So they did. It took about 5 days, and then I headed back to BG. I arrived on the 6th of April, which meant that I had until 6 June to get everything, and leave again.

Radostina and her friend Irena, who runs a translation service which does English, Russian, and German, prepared the "proof of address" document, and translated the proof of income document into BG. Then we opened a bank account for me, and got a "proof" document from the bank. The clever Radost made copies of all of these, both the Bulgarian and the English where appropriate. In the meantime, her buddy Marina, who works in the UK contacted a BG-Turkish couple who live in Schwann, Germany (so named because of the beautiful white scwanns floating majestically in the river), for them to put me up for free, provided I did some work in the Istanbul Cafe, which they ran.

I flew to Berlin on 6 June, where I was met by a couple of friends from the Forums here. They put me up for a while, while I applied for my Visa-D at the BG Consulate there. Then I went to leave for Schwann. I was taking the train to the port city of Rostok in the Baltic Sea, and then Nuri, the female side of the above couple, was to meet me and drive me the 20 km to Schwann. At the station, I purchased a phone card, and was directed to a phone on the wall. I set my briefcase down beside me, and proceeded to phone. It was a two handed operation, as I had the card in one hand, and had to dial with the other. Simply put, there was no place at the phone to put anything down. I had a problem with the phone, though, because I could barely read the tine print, even with my glasses on, and wasn't getting through. After a couple of minutes, I glanced down, only to discover to my horror that someone had snuck up behind me and taken my briefcase! I had no money in it, but it contained all my ID, especially important being my passport and my birth certificate! It was a devastating blow! I looked around, but whoever it was had melded into the crowd. I looked for a cop, but there were none. Only Security Guards who didn't seem to give a shit.

Stay tuned for the next exciting Part 2!

To answer Salmondine's question about getting my nose shot off, almost, it happened like this.

First, the geography of the area where the UNEF was serving. You all know about the Gaza Strip. Basically, the border between Egypt and Israel runs north and south from just south of the Med down to a point which separates the Red Sea from the Gulf of Aquaba. The Strip is supposed to be Palestinian Lands, and I'm sure you know the whole ugly story! Basicaly, where the border meets the corner of the Gaza strip and starts to run East, is the Egyptian City of Rafah. That's where many of the UNEF units were HQ'd, including the Canadian Squadron. East of Rafah is the border between Egypt and Palestine, and the main city of Gaza is east of that. To the west of Rafah, perhaps 40 km, is the city of Al Arish, where the big airport that served the UNEF was located, largely run at the time by the RCAF. (This was back in the Good Old Days when Canada was a respected Middle Power and had strong Armed Forces for her size.)

One evening, the officers of our squadron were invited to a Mess Dinner at the RCAF Officer's Mess in Al Arish. The querstion was "Who's going to drive the car with the Subalterns?" (God, that is the Squadron Commander, rank Major, and the Assistant Gods, Captains, had a nice Limo of course!) The subalterns, Lt's, had a nice corrugated Iron Citroen for their use. Remember those, you elders? They had about a three HP engine, would do about 50 km/hr with a tail wind, and made the East German Trabant look like a miraculous piece of engineering!

So it was my turn to drive, and thus stay sober! And we meant that too! In dangerous lands, if you are told to remain sober, you remain sober, or else! So off we went about 19:00. Arrrived for a splendid meal (The Brits and the British style Armed Forces know how to do that! Any Sergeant-Major from the Canadian Army Service Corps "feeding" units, can walk into any fine restaurant in Canada after retiring, and have a job as a Master Chef, no questions asked!)

After the meal, the drinking started in earnest. The lads in the RCAF had the worst reputation for that. And here I was drinking Coke and coffee! Oh well.

At about 03:00, God decided that it was time to get back to Rafah, since He and I were flying the next morning down to Sharm el Sheik, at the south tip of the Sinai Paeninsula. Just as we were leaving, I noticed a young Flight Lt passed out on the couch, comatose! So we boarded our Citroen, and away we went!

Scattered throughout the Sinai Peninsual part of Egypt, there were outposts of the PLO, the invention of the late Yassar Arafat. They put up roadblocks here and there along the main roads in order to check for Israeli Intelligence Operatives (Mossad) and other unsavoury characters, ar least to them. That's why it was vital that we always carried our UN ID Cards with us, even while in uniform. Anybody can make phoney uniforms, or steal real ones!

So I got the Citroen out onto the mail highway that runs from Al Arish to Gaza City, pput the pedal to the floor, and away we went, a little faster than a recalcitrant mule. As always, some drunk decided to sing, and the others joined in heartily. Then, at one point, they decided to sing "Hava Nagila!" (sp?)

So here we were, deep in Islamic Egypt, with PLO guys everywhere, in the worse time of all in the Middle East, at least up to the Bush Slaughters, and my buddies were singing an old Jewish Folk Song at the top of their lungs! Suddenly ahead, there was a light in the middle of the road, and I gave the Citroen full reverse thrust. She shuddered to a halt about a cm from a roadblock made of oil barrels and other such stuff, and a man appeared beside the driver's side window, along with a screeching of Arabic by what sounded like a million men! My stupid buddies were still singing, unaware of what was happening, I suppose, so I screamed to them, "Shut the F*** Up! We've got a problem here!" They did. So I unrolled the driver's window, and then found myself staring down the barrel of an AK-47! Oops. The thought crossed my mind, "Too bad we weren't singing, "Oh Canada!" I slowly lifted my eyes, and then, even scarier than the 47 itself, I saw that it was borne by a kid who looked about 14, and was obviously ten times more scared than I was! I said in a low voice, "Get your UN ID's out, lads!"

The kid was talking to me loudly in Arabic, at the speed of a Mauser Machine Gun. The only Arabic I could remember at the time, I spoke: "Svie chai, mafudlik!" ("Two teas, please!" Interesting that the word for "two" is the same in Arabic and German! Of course, the word for "tea", "chai", is the same in Hindi, Urdu, Farsi, Arabic, and Slavonic, to give a short list. Change the "ch" to "t", and we have the Mandarin "tai", and then the "ai" to "ea", and we have the English!) Fortunately, the Arabic People seem to have a great sense of humour, like their Semitic Jewish relatives, and I saw his face turn soft, and then he flashed a mouth full of gleaming white teeth. But just then, an Officer came up, and said some Arabic to the kid, who dropped the 47 to his side, although the Officer did have his pistol at the ready, I noticed, and he said to me in excellent English, and most politely, "Your UN ID's please!" (The Citroen was painted white with the big UN letters on the doors, and we were, after all, in Canadian Army Dress Uniforms!) We showed our ID's, he examined them, and said something in Arabic. They moved some of the oil drums so we could get through, and then said to me in English, "All is in order! Have a nice evening!" Whew!

The next morning, after breakfast in the Officers' Mess, God and I took his jeep out to the salt flat near our base in Rafah. It was easier for the RCAF to pick us up there rather than having us drive all the way to Al Arish. Soon, a dot appeared in the sky, and slowly turned into a Twin Otter of the RCAF Air Transport Command. She landed and we clambered into the back seat. The pilot turned and looked at us, and said, "Good morning, gentlemen!" I was thunderstruck! He was the same one who was comatose on the couch a mere five hours ago! I was filled with fear this time! Far more than the night before! The flight went across the Sinai all the way. But about 100 km south of the Med, the peninsula starts to look like the back side of the moon! Desolate mountains in which nothing could survive for any length of time, except a few hearty bugs! No water at all, and standard temperatures exceeding 50 C! If an aircraft crashed there and the crash didn't kill you, you might live for about half a day unless you were found and rescued. But we made if, obviously. Sharm al Sheik was a tiny little place, a few wooden buildings and a bunch of goats. Now, the Egyptians have turned it into a fine Tourist Resort, complete with huge hotels, etc. They are advertised on TV. And no wonder! The Red Sea at that point is delightful. The water is so clear that you can snorkel along the surface and clearly see right to the bottom, even where it's 50 metres deep. A Scuba Diver's Paradise! I know, I did it while there!

So what is my take oon the so-called "Middle East Conflict?" That's the one between the Israelis and the Palestinians, although there are now others, thanks to the Expansion of the American Empire. Well, both sides have their points. But sides can be a-holes, both sides can be good guys. What about the so-called "Road Map to Peace?" Laughable! It, like all other so-called "Peace Accords" that have been tried in the past, doesn't take into account the plight of three million Palestinians living in the Refugee Camps! Unless that is dealt with, there can be no peace! Just as in Chechnya, as long as the Russians keep up their "Blow Them to Bits until there's Peace" Policy, any so-called Peace will only last for a few years. The root problems remain. A so-called "End to Violence" means nothing. It's only temporary at best. Many stupid Politicos think that "Peace" means "End of Problem!" No way! Did Peace in 1918 mean no WW2? "End of Problem" comes with "Just and Honourable Solution!" As long as the Refugee Camps remain, there is no Just Solution!

What about the claim made by many Muslims that the West is totally biased in favour of the Israelis? Damned right they are! How can they have a policy of a "Nuclear Free Middle East" and bomb any Islamic Country to bits if they even think they have a Nuclear Weapons Program, yet at the same time, turn a blind eye to Israel's arsenal of some 200-400 Nuclear Warheads? Yep! That's bias alright!

Will we see a real solution in our lifetimes? Doubtful. Ever? Maybe not!