No. If there was food that “boosted your immune system”, it would be terrifying to say the least.

Your immune system isn’t a well tuned commando center that many people think it is. It is more like carpet bombing. To better describe it, it is all out panic, hysteria if you will, or nothing.

This is why if you get a splinter or something inside your body, the immune system will attack it, and you can lose a limb over this. This is why allergies can kill you. Peanuts are absolutely harmless to people, they are a great source of nutrients even. Cats and dogs are a huge reason why humans are the most successful creatures on earth.

But due to “boosted immune system”, it thinks that proteins in the saliva of dogs and cats that is on the hairs of those animals is so dangerous that stopping you from breathing is just a good idea, according to your immune system. Not just eating a peanut, but just breathing in air that has some trace amounts of peanuts will kill you if left untreated, if your immune system is boosted enough.

Your boosted immune system is also known to attack your own body, auto immune disease. It can turn muscles into bones, just because something hit a muscle in your system and bruised it, just a tiny bit, the system just attacks the muscle and kills it, turns it into a bone.

It can also decide that cartilage is your biggest enemy, and eats all cartilage in your body, that means your ears, your nose, protection between many bones, just goes away in a relatively short amount of time. This is extremely painful and drawn out process. If this is caught early enough, patients can have chemo therapy, like cancer patients, to keep the immune system in check. That also means that the common cold can put you in a hospital.

There is nothing that boosts or enhances your immune system. There are many medications on the other hand that limit the working of the immune system to keep the same people alive. Like my dad got my kidney, and he has to take immune depression medications for the rest of his life.

I am allergic to horse hairs and dust. This causes my eyes to water and itch. Nothing super serious but this makes me feel like I am drunk, not the good part, just the bad parts of being drunk. Worst I have been is that I had problems making sentences, my brain just takes a nap and is barely functioning. Fortunately, it is mostly just itching and tears running like I am being paid to produce them.

But, my immune system decided one day that the protein of the dandruff in horses was the same as a protein in apples, cherries and is found in a lot of beers, and I like beers. This is called side allergy. I am not allergic to apples, but raw apples cause me to have an allergy attack. It causes me to be unable to swallow, anything. For many hours. It causes other issues and one day it will cause me to have troubles breathing and eventually I will be unable to breathe. This has caused my tongue and cheeks to swell up and this would have caused my tongue to block my breathing. This is why I carry steroids on me at all times. What a side allergy this is. My sister who is a medical doctor wants me to carry an epipen with me, but I don’t want to. Funny part is, I can eat all the apple pie and cherry pie I want, it is just whe it is raw.

So, don’t buy some snake oil supplements. They are quite often a waste of money and sometimes they contain things that cause you to have an allergy attack. This isn’t called snake oil for nothing.

Eating healthy and exercising is a good way to be healthy. But it is not guarantee for anything. Quite a lot of athletes end up with auto immune disease.

Without nuclear weapons there would be no Japanese people, or very few. Japan itself, would have looked like several chunks of bio-char. It’s that simple. American forces were scheduled to land on the Japanese Island of Kyushu, on November 1st, 1945 and would have, had the nuclear bombs not been dropped on August 6th, and 9th, 1945.

“Little Boy,”(above) at Tinian Island, waiting to be loaded into the bomb bay of the B-29, known as The “Enola Gay.” Pilot Paul Tibbets, waves goodbye as he heads for the, runway on Tinian Island

On March 9th 1945, nearly six months before the A-bombs were dropped, General Curtis LeMay, (picture below) ordered Tokyo to be fire bombed with incendiary bombs because of the inflammatory nature of the building material their homes were made of. Below, the pictures of Tokyo’s aftermath, after that night’s bombing.

On April 1st 1945, American forces invaded Okinawa and 82 days later, on June 22nd 1945, Japanese forces surrendered, after Japanese commanding General Mitsuru Ushijima, and his chief of staff, Isamu Cho, committed ritual suicide.

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General Curtis LeMay, intended moving the B-29 bombers, from Tinian Island to Okinawa. Japan is less that 400 miles from Okinawa. He intended to firebomb Japan, continuously, day and night. The people who would have been lucky enough to run away from the fire bombing, would have starved to death. Those who had food, would have frozen to death, if Japan was still fighting, when the winter of 1945 came. I know It sound NUTS, when I say the Japanese were lucky that America A-bombed, them. More people lived, because Truman ordered “Little Boy” and “Fatman” dropped, than would have survived, if just fire bombing would have continued until the Japanese would considered unconditional surrender.

Drive them back to Europe? They bombed Pearl Harbor, in December 1941, and went on offense. Six months later, the Japanese Imperial Navy intended to drive the Americans back at Midway Island, and into the Pacific ocean. Instead four of their finest aircraft carriers, were sent to the bottom of the Pacific Ocean, where they still are to this day. The Japanese military went on defense after Midway and stayed there until the war ended.

American fighter pilots from the, USS Yorktown, USS Enterprise. (The USS Hornet pilots flew the wrong way and missed the first bombing.) American pilots, who were low on fuel, spotted the Japanese Carriers, Akagi, Kaga, Soryu, and Hiryu who were reloading their fighter planes for another bombing run at Midway Island. The pilot’s spotted those freshly painted red balls painted on the Japanese Carrier decks and used them for targets, in less than ten minutes, three of Japan’s finest Aircraft carriers, exploded into firebombs. The Hiryu slipped away and later that afternoon, their pilot’s spotted the Yorktown and caused it heavy damage, when the Hiryu pilots returned to their ship, they discovered it was ablaze. Why do you think the Americans would have been no match for the Japanese, Liu, are you smoking weed? Drive them to Europe? No, it must be something stronger than weed.

To understand how bad this would be, you need to try and apply it to yourself.

So let us pretend that you were in fact a responsible and wise working citizen… and you worked a full time job, and worked hard and you saved up a bunch of money, and you buy a house worth let’s say $500,000.

Now keep in mind this entire time you have been paying full taxes on all your income.

So you used the money you earned after paying taxes on that money, to buy this house.

(and just to make it simpler to understand, let’s assume you spent 20 years saving up money in the bank, to buy the house with cash.)

Now… the government decides it needs more money…. for health care for illegals, or even health care for veterans, or housing for veterans. Doesn’t matter.

And they decide that they need to put in place a 20% wealth tax.

Well you have a $500k house. 20%, is $100,000 a year you owe in taxes. And this is on assets that you got…. by paying taxes on your income.

And keep in mind, this is on top of your existing taxes that you pay. So now no matter what your income is, you owe $100,000.

Let’s even say it’s a 10% tax, or $50,000.

How are you going to pay that? Remember, your income didn’t go up. You just got another $50,000 in taxes you owe, regardless of your income.

How about a more realistic example. Say your relative is a farmer, and spent his entire life building up his farmland. Now you inherit the family farm.

Your income doesn’t change, but now you have a $1 Million dollars in farm land. Now you have to pay a wealth tax of say even 5%.

Again, your income doesn’t change, but you own $50,000 in taxes.

And it’s actually considerably worse than this, because over time as you own, housing prices go up, and land values go up generally.

So over the next 10 years, your land could increase to $2 Million. So your taxes go up every single year. But your income may not go up every year.

How do you pay these massive taxes, when your income doesn’t increase to match?

Well… you would be forced to sell them.

Now apply this to anyone, poor or rich. What would it do if you worked 40 years, and had a billion dollars in a business?

You would be forced to sell your business.

Well, the rich are not going to do that. They’ll move their companies out of the country and leave the country.

The result would be devastating across the country.

My husband was in severe pain from what turned out to be a pancreatic tumor blocking the head of his pancreas. He was screaming in agony in the very packed ER waiting room. After 15 minutes of blood-curdeling yelling, a large male nurse came out of no where, without asking a question or even saying a word, and jabbed my husband with a needle. As the nurse ran off, I yelled, “What did you give him?” “Ketamine”, he said over his shoulder. “What???? How much?” “100!” was all I heard as he slipped behind a locked door.

I noticed the panicked look on the triage nurses’ faces just as my husband began to climb on me like a monkey. “Help me! Help me, Daphne!”, he yelled as he started pulling my hair to get on top of my head. He was hallucinating and terrified. I noticed patients starting to video record my husband with their phones. I was yelling for them to stop, while pleading with the triage nurses to help. One asked, “Did he really just get 100mg of Ketamine?” “Yes.” “Has he every been given Ketamine before?” “No.” I heard him tell the other triage nurse that that was a crazy dose and it required the patient to be closely monitored in a room.

My crazed spouse is rushed to a back room, now surrounded by ten staffers. I’m denied entrance. Our son is now yelling at the nurses, “You’re killing my father!” Seemingly every patient in the waiting room is either videoing the scene or screaming at the nurses. One patient yelled, “That fucking nurse tried to kill that man with horse tranquilizer!”

Now my son and I are surrounded by security officers, demanding that we leave the ER. Of course, we were not budging. So, here come the Sherrifs. We walk out and explain the situation. They are somewhat sympathetic, and proceed to ask the charge nurse if we can re-enter. She said no and then more craziness ensued. Several patients had followed us out, screaming at the nurse and Sheriffs.

We were all told to leave or be charged with inciting a riot. I grabbed my son and dragged him to the car, where I called a nurse friend. My luck changed as Lacy was not just on duty right then, she was in the back of the ER with my husband! The nurse who had administered the shot was immediately reprimanded by the charge nurse and reported to the nursing director. Several doctors blasted the nurse, too.

My friend let us through an employee door. It took about 20 minutes for my husband’s terror to subside. He then became septic and was moved to ICU and intubated. Luckily for him, he barely remembers that day. But my son and I will never forget it.

Back when I was a baby accountant at a manufacturing plant, I was tasked with inventorying all the capital equipment. This entailed printing out about fifty pages of computer text listing line by line all the equipment the company owned or had owned in the past. My job was to confirm if the equipment was still there, or if not, to book entries to remove it from the system.

Off to the plant I went with my clipboard. For days I tagged behind various maintenance people as they found the fifty some welder generators, thirty fork lifts, hundreds of hoists, innumerable desks, chairs, you name it. Even a sculpture of a bridge which turned up in the foreman’s office.

One thing I couldn’t find was The Carlton. It had to have been a big piece of equipment because they purchased it sometime in the 1930s for something like $10,000 (something like $200,000 today). Had to be gone, right? No one I worked with could find it.

Finally, I was wrapping up my list by going over it with the plant’s maintenance manager who’d been there since…. well… maybe the 1930s. I had him review the list of equipment I would be writing off because it was gone.

He spotted the Carlton. “Oh no, that’s here.”

At my look of surprise, he got up and led me to the depths of Plant One. There, in a dark room stood The Carlton. It deserved the capitals in its name. I have no idea what that behemoth did, but it was huge. Had to be several tons of cast iron painted a sickly green with Carlton proudly on its side.

The manager patted it and said, “We still use it!”

I deleted it from my write off list.

Does anyone know what a Carlton is?

My 7th great aunt, Mary Antrim (abt 1798-1880), wrote an autobiography. She wrote how after her father died, her mother was left with the children. One harsh winter she thought they’d starve…she was finally able to trade skeins(sp?) of yarn for bushels of corn to keep her children alive. They ate A LOT of corn in various forms. The “older” kids went off to work to help feed themselves. As someone who has feared not being able to feed my child, I GUARANTEE my many-great-grandmother Hannah Painter starved herself to feed her kids.

When I struggled to feed my child, I had EBT and worked full-time in a restaurant kitchen. I always ate a tiny portion at dinner so my child didn’t eat alone, but that was usually ALL I ate. I’d get so ravenously hungry I’d sneak leftovers from customers’ plates in the dish room. I judged myself harshly for it but looking back, it’s a hunger I’ll never forget.

It never occurred to me that I was literally starving…all I could focus on was picking up as many shifts as possible. I’d even take evening shifts, which required paying a sitter so much an hour that I’d earn $10. My focus was rent, feeding my child, and baseline survival.

One scary day, I was 10 cents short of getting a $1.06 roll of Dollar Tree sausage. I cried from gratitude when I found that dime. I made sausage gravy with sweetened condensed milk, and flour/water biscuits. My child said, “This is the best dinner ever!” 😭😂❤️ It became my survival go-to meal when we could afford nothing else.

The food pantry box was a lifesaver. There was never “things we don’t eat”, I found a use for ALL of it. Learned to mix oats with ground beef to stretch it like they did during the Great Depression. Often, all we had was bread, Dollar Tree cheese/deli meat, condensed milk I mixed in the jug, real milk if we were lucky, food pantry Saltines, flour. Usually some kind of canned fruit and/or veggies. I tried to keep fresh fruit for my child but she ate it up quickly lol.

Working full-time in such extreme poverty shouldn’t happen. Oh, even our rent was low. We lived in a tiny house that was more of a studio, shared a bedroom. No wifi/cable, just a lil TV/DVD player.