Inquisitorial Roots of the Insane War on Natural Medicine

In case you’re not aware, there is a not-entirely-covert war being waged by mainstream medicine (ably funded by Big Pharma) against all forms of natural medicine. Anything that non-toxically and non-invasively stimulates or capitalises on the body’s own programmed and innate healing mechanisms is not to be tolerated. Not only is it not to be tolerated, but it is to be attacked as viciously as (in)humanly possible, demonized, and crushed forever more.
http://globalfreedommovement.org/inquisitorial-roots-of-the-insane-war-on-natural-medicine/

Organic Beauty Products

I just received this newsletter from Don Chisholm at Nuferm (from where I get the probiotics I put in my bars and powders). I thought it was worth sharing with you…
Hi Tom,
We welcome back Therese Kerr, beautiful mum to Miranda and paving the way with her organic beauty product range, Divine.
This week with Therese we go even further into the topics, discussing the potential harm we are doing to our health through skin products. We focus so much on what we eat and drink, but our skin can actually absorb up to 100% of what we’re putting on it!
Scary thought when you consider the amount of products on the market made up of known carcinogens, and toxic ingredients. Watch the video to learn more.
http://donchisholm.us12.list-manage.com/track/click?u=f5c0420bc97505981f4c894d0&id=cfef66761b&e=d0a0981869

The big city lawyer, the “old coot” farmer, and the three kicks rule

The old farmer smiled and said, “Apparently, you don’t know how we do things in Texas. We settle small disagreements like this with the Texas Three-Kick Rule.” The lawyer asked, “What is the Texas Three-Kick Rule?” The Farmer replied, “Well, first I kick you three times and then you kick me three times, and so on, back and forth, until someone gives up.”
The attorney quickly thought about the proposed contest and decided that he could easily take the old codger. He agreed to abide by the local custom. The old farmer slowly climbed down from the tractor and walked up to the city feller. His first kick planted the toe of his heavy work boot into the lawyer’s groin and dropped him to his knees. His second kick nearly wiped the man’s nose off his face. The barrister was flat on his belly when the farmer’s third kick to a kidney nearly caused him to give up. The lawyer summoned every bit of his will and managed to get to his feet and said, “Okay, you old coot! Now, it’s my turn!”
The old farmer smiled and said, “No, I give up. You can have the duck!”