Category Archives: Health

Scaled Down

Posted on August 5, 2020 by sputterpub

“The beatings will continue till morale improves” came into office humor lore when I was young and prone to rationale, and this is what I took from it: The cure for sadness, fret, and most anxiety may be no more … Continue reading →

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Hoax

Posted on August 3, 2020 by sputterpub

I hear Coronavirus is a hoax perpetuated by the enemies of 45, whose followers are folks who cherish secret dark conspiracies. As if progressives had the means to coax cooperation from communities abroad! What stupid love of subterfuge, to think … Continue reading →

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Behavior

Posted on August 2, 2020 by sputterpub

I know the media exaggerate the odd and shocking, but what is this shit about barbaric acts of public hate involving women who decide to spit at people? Words like “inappropriate” fall short, describing assholes lacking qualms. While right-wing women … Continue reading →

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Oxygen

Posted on July 30, 2020 by sputterpub

I recognize a cultural motif concerning breathing. Millions have awoke to knees-on-necks and choke holds, and the grief of systematic bias. Victims spoke forever who were muzzled and unheard, now constrained to orate through a mask. Compromised by virus or … Continue reading →

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Disagreement

Posted on July 29, 2020 by sputterpub

I seldom take prescription medicine, but after recent implant surgery (tooth number 4, for core titanium), the dentist wrote up pain relief and more. A 10-day course has been my regimen of purple/pink Amoxicillin caps. And I was well at … Continue reading →

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Tuesday

Posted on July 28, 2020 by sputterpub

No customary habits can emerge when custom changes every other day. I heard we need no mask. Infection’s surge then made the experts change the words they say. First respiratory droplets brought the scourge – they’re now suspecting aerosol array. … Continue reading →

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Not Nearly November

Posted on July 27, 2020 by sputterpub

Some thought Coronavirus was a flu like those we knew, and bound to hibernate when our humidity and warming grew, but summer’s here and illness won’t abate. The optimists assert it’s like a cold, and though our URI’s are not … Continue reading →

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Science Gets in the Way

Posted on July 26, 2020 by sputterpub

The journalists wanna rake over the evidence Feds won’t make over. But research is clear tests would just interfere. We can’t let the science take over.

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Humidity

Posted on July 25, 2020 by sputterpub

They say it doesn’t flourish in humidity. We’re blessed with damp air.

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Say Which?

Posted on July 24, 2020 by sputterpub

The bug is new, and creatures who should lead are aiming, if they have an aim, to block emerging facts from notice. They impede statistics, bury data. It would shock us but our tolerance to stupid, bad and venal is … Continue reading →

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