Down with the Twerkers, Frat Boys, Sorority Girls
No. Do not denounce them as selfish or stupid; naive or self-absorbed.
When I say down with the twerkers on spring break, I mean get down with the twerkers in Florida, as in “get down” ala “Jungle Buggie” by Kool & The Gang.
As it turns out, the defense, remedy, even cure for the respiratory flu and respiratory viruses of all kinds–corona included–is vitamin D (acquired in part through exposure to sunlight–hello South Beach). Other vitamins and trace minerals such as zinc and vitamin D3 also achieve wonders in fortifying the immune system against the pathogens.
No surprise then that such measures constitute the bulk of the advice-to-illegal-mandates of the government.
Further fact: doctors and even medical experts receive about 10 minutes of instruction in medical school on nutrition. Ask an honest one out there, and he will admit that nutritional study is seen as both juvenile and unnecessary. Shame, because rather than dolling out pharmaceutical scripts as if they were all paid off by drug companies (they are) and rather than spending actual time with patients to produce multifaceted diagnoses and remedies, many doctors are using knowledge that one could find on WebMD and then charging insurance for their “expertise”. What a system!
Oops! I just stepped on the fourth rail of American social taboos–criticizing the medical profession. Heretic–in this regard–I am, because after the American Temple of Public Education to Form Democratic Automatons (the third rail), no group is given as much reverence and leeway as our medical professionals.
But, when some in the profession (the worst of them are tabbed as “experts”) are clearly better as disseminating fear and panic in place of health and treatments, well, something is rotten in the state of Delaware, Denmark and beyond.
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In a subsequent post, I’ll address the economic crisis. Peter Schiff and Tom Woods just handled it adroitly during an episode of the Tom Woods podcast–meltdown take two indeed.
In the meantime, especially if it happens to be sunny and warm where to live, get out and twerk, dance, boogaloo (no, ADL and NPR–I’m not dog-whistling here), lambada, renegade–whatever.
In Florida, if Governor DeSantis really wanted the beaches to empty of spring breakers, he would have given the advisory for creepy 30-60 year olds to do just that.
Talk about an ensuing post-adolescent panic…
