Sunday, 27 December 2015

Adventures in Snacking: The Triscuit Maker

One thing our western society has no shortage of is snack foods.

In my last post I shared my version of stuffed bacon jalapeño peppers. I love them. However, sometimes we don't want to go through all the fuss and time it takes of making such a creation; we want the snack now. At times like that we could just reach for a bag of potato chips, or for virtually no extra time, we could take that snack up a notch, and still be back on the couch before the first commercial is over. Trust me on this one.

My point is, why settle for the "same old - same old?"

I shouldn't even have to write this down, for as the old proverb says, "a picture is worth a thousand words." But here is is anyways:

  • A Triscuit cracker (I used the Rosemary & Olive Oil variety)
  • A thick slice of Armstrong Old Cheddar cheese
  • A thick slice of smoked Kolbassa sausage
  • A generous dollop of Sriracha hot chili sauce

The only problem you're likely to have with this is that you will quickly find yourself back in the kitchen making another platter of them. Oh well, still beats the bagged alternatives.

Happy snacking.

Saturday, 26 December 2015

Will's Stuffed Bacon Jalapeño Peppers

Looking for a snack food or appetizer a little out of the ordinary? How about an awesome plate of stuffed bacon-wrapped jalapeño peppers and dip?

I don't remember where I got this from, and I know I've adapted the original recipe because, if memory serves me correctly, the original recipe called for a stuffing made of alligator meat, which is somewhat rare in my part of this planet we all share. Anyway, let me show you what I did in my version.

It all begins with the largest jalapeños you can find. Cut them in half lengthways and scoop out the seeds, setting them aside for later use. This time around, I prepared the stuffing by browning some ground turkey meat. Next I threw in a bunch of finely chopped onions. To this concoction I added a generous sprinkling of black pepper, cayenne pepper, and ground garlic powder.

While your oven is preheating at around 375 degrees F, next it's time to heap as much of the meat mixture into the jalapeño boats as will stay in. Now you want to wrap a nice thick slice of your favourite bacon around each stuffed jalapeño in order to hold it all together, using a toothpick to hold the end of the bacon in place throughout the cooking process.

I like a good cast iron pan with raised ribs on the bottom. This allows for the bacon grease to drain away from your stuffed peppers rather than being absorbed by them. I cook them in the oven for 30-40 minutes, turning them a couple times, until the bacon is fully cooked. A few minutes before I'm ready to pull them out of the oven, I like to baste them with a little of my favourite barbecue sauce for that ultimate added touch. In my case it's one of the Bullseye varieties, but ultimately any will do.

The last thing you need is a little bit of dip. For this I begin with all the jalapeño seeds that I had set aside earlier. These are what's going to give your dip a little punch. Add a generous shaking of black and cayenne pepper, stir in some Ranch dressing, and voila; a quick and easy and semi- spicy dip is ready to compliment your stuffed bacon jalapeño peppers.

Do me a favor and drop me a quick comment and let me know what you think of these. I'd especially like to know what other stuffings you might have used. Like I said earlier, the original recipe called for alligator, but the possibilities and variations are endless. You could really experiment and add whatever spices and meat you might like. I've created the same recipe before using canned salmon, and that was really good too. Enjoy!

Sunday, 20 December 2015

2015: My Year in Review

So here we are on the eve of yet another new year. What will the new year hold?  More of the same, or something exciting and new? As I look back on 2015, it was an exciting year and I thought it might be an interesting exercise to recap it.

I went to work, I came home, I went to bed.

I went to work, I came home, I went to bed.

I went to work, I came home, I went to bed.

I rescued a dog.

I went to work, I came home, I walked the dog, I went to bed.

I went to work, I came home, I walked the dog, I went to bed.

I went to work, I came home, I walked the dog, I went to bed.

My son got married.

I went to work, I came home, I walked the dog, I went to bed.

I went to work, I came home, I walked the dog, I went to bed.

I went to work, I came home, I walked the dog, I went to bed.

My daughter got married.

I went to work, I came home, I walked the dog, I went to bed.

I went to work, I came home, I walked the dog, I went to bed.

I went to work, I came home, I walked the dog, I went to bed.

Well, that's about it. 

Photo Credit: Steve James, Flickr Creative Commons

Sunday, 13 December 2015

The Parrot

A woman bought a parrot to keep her company, but returned it the next day. "This bird doesn't talk," she told the owner.

"Does he have a mirror in his cage?" the pet store owner asked. "Parrots love mirrors. They see their reflection and start a conversation." The woman bought a mirror and left.

The next day she returned; the bird still wasn't talking. "How about a ladder? Parrots love ladders. A happy parrot is a talkative parrot," the vendor suggested. The woman bought a ladder and left.

But the next day, she was back. Scrambling for a solution, the now flustered pet store owner asked, "Does your parrot have a swing? No? Well that's the problem. Once he starts swinging, he'll talk up a storm." The woman reluctantly bought a swing and left.

When she walked into the store the next day, her countenance had changed. "The parrot died," she said. The pet store owner was shocked.

"I'm so sorry. Tell me, did he ever say a word?" he asked.

"Yes, right before he died," the woman replied. "In a weak voice, he asked me, 'Don't they sell any food in that pet store?'"

Photo Credit: Flicker Creative Commons
Story Source: Unknown

Sunday, 6 December 2015

of Traffic Control Woes

Like most cities, I'm sure, in the city where I live, we have a main traffic artery that is a nightmare to drive. It is plagued by usually high traffic, and an excessively high amount of traffic lights. To make matters worse, it seems like city planners had never heard of the concept of synchronizing those traffic lights. Being a main north-south route, it would stand to reason that, if one travelled at speed limit, one should be able to cross town on nothing but green lights. At least that's the way I see it. Sometimes one has to wonder what city planners were smoking.

In the same way, I had to laugh when I saw this picture. I have no idea where this intersection is, but really? City planners say you have to yield to oncoming traffic. OK. But then look at the other signs. Can't turn left, can't turn right, and across the intersection, a sign telling you that you can't enter that street either. Hmm, I guess that means that your only option is to back up and find another route. Morons!

Photo Source: Unknown

Friday, 6 November 2015

Living Is Hazardous To Your Health

So the World Health Organization says processed meat causes cancer. I don't know about you, but I'm a little tired of all these so-called studies that claim this is bad for you, or that is bad for you. A person could go crazy worrying about all those health-robbing foods. There's probably nothing in your supermarket that is 100% safe for you to eat and which doesn't have some potential health risk. Ultimately living is hazardous to your health (Yes, I'm being a little facetious).

I'm reminded of a scene in an old movie (I can't recall the name) in which a doctor time-travels into the future. While there, he attends some medical function and during the break time, he is surprised to see all the other doctors light up cigarettes. He questioned why they're smoking when they're doctors and should know better than participate in an unhealthy lifestyle. One of his colleagues replied something to the effect of, "Medicine has stopped believing in the harmful effects of smoking years ago."

I'm sure the medical community of the future won't be coming to that kind of a conclusion any time soon, but it was funny and illustrates what often seems like conflicting medical studies. I saw this little quip on social media the other day, and it made me chuckle:

It's a relief to know the truth after all those conflicting medical studies. The Japanese eat very little fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than the British or Americans. The French eat a lot of fat and also suffer fewer heart attacks than the British or Americans. The Japanese drink very little red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than the British or Americans. The Italians drink excessive amounts of red wine and also suffer fewer heart attacks than the British or Americans. The Germans drink a lot of beer and eat lots of sausages and fats and suffer fewer heart attacks than the British or Americans. 
Conclusion: Eat and drink what you like. Speaking English is apparently what kills you.

Personally I have no intention to change my diet simply because there was yet another medical study done somewhere that made some sort of claims and recommendations. My two-cents worth is this: Enjoy that steak and enjoy that glass (or three) of wine, because everyone knows that the number one cause of death is birth. In other words, enjoy life. I guess the wisdom of the ages in all this is, "Everything in Moderation." Never drink more than one bottle of wine at a time, never eat more than one cow at a time, never ...

Photo Credit: Don LaVange, Flickr Creative Commons
Quote Source: Unknown

Tuesday, 3 November 2015

The Text Message ...

A wife, being the romantic sort, sent her husband a text message. It said:

"If you are sleeping, send me your dreams. If you are laughing, send me your smile. If you are eating, send me a bite. If you are drinking, send me a sip. If you are crying, send me your tears. I love you!"

The husband, typically not your romantic sort, replied:

"I am on the toilet. Please advise."

Photo Source: Flickr Creative Commons
Story Source: Unknown

Sunday, 1 November 2015

Ho-Ho-Ho, Trick or Treat?

On Saturday October 31, 2015 (Halloween) our local newspaper carried this cartoon which struck me both funny and strangely relevant. Why? Funny because of the obvious overlap of holidays; relevant because about two weeks ago, mid-October, I already saw exterior Christmas lights lit up on two different homes. Really, people?

"Too early?" asks Santa standing among the trick or treaters. I'll say! Could we not wait at least until our American neighbours have had a chance to celebrate their Thanksgiving on the 26th of November? Better yet, at the risk of sound Scrooge-ish, how about we forgo all Christmas decorations until December 1st at the earliest. In my way of thinking, all "Ho-Ho-Ho's" prior to December are legitimately "Ba-Humbugs!"

That's the way I see it anyway. Ho-Ho-Ho, Trick or Treat?

Sunday, 25 October 2015

of Toilets and Smartphones

Remember the old complaint of yesteryear that so-and-so was taking too long in the bathroom? The complaint usually want against women, and it usually seemed to happen back in the days when most of us only had one washroom in the house (compared with the three we have today for only the two of us - Hmm).

Could you imagine how much worse it would have been had smartphones been invented back then too? The guys would all be headed for the nearest tree! In all fairness, though, smartphones have helped introduce men to extended bathroom visits too. Maybe that's why the rule of thumb when shopping for a new home today is (or ought to be), the more bathrooms, the better. At the very least, there should be one per resident. Anything less and perhaps phones should be checked at the door before heading into the throne room.

All this does beg one other question: Is it really ever wise to use someone else's phone without first putting on rubber gloves and going through a stringent ten minutes or so introduction of the phone to disinfectant wipes? At the risk of being really gross, without that precautionary step, who knows what little critters we would risk transferring to fingertip or ear. Yucky!

Bet you'll never look at your friend or spouse's phone the same way again J

Caveat: The preceding was NOT written or reviewed from a bathroom throne.
Photo Source: Unknown

Tuesday, 20 October 2015

The Drunk in the Mirror

I was sitting in a bar having drinks with a friend the other night, when I casually pointed to two old drunks sitting across the bar from us and said, "That's us in ten years."

My friend looked at where I was pointing, looked back at me, and calmly said, "That's a mirror, dipshit." I guess I had had enough. It turned out that the drunk in the mirror was apparently me. Hmm.

Joke Source: Unknown
Photo Credit: Timo Arnall, Flickr Creative Commons

Sunday, 4 October 2015

Ask A Stupid Question, Get A Stupid Answer

I went to the store the other day to buy a bag of dog food. While in the check out line, a woman behind me asked if I had a dog. Stupid question, I thought. Why else would I be buying dog food?

So I answered her ...

"No, I don't have a dog. I'm starting the dog food diet again. I probably shouldn't, because I ended up in the hospital last time. I lost 50 pounds before I woke up in intensive care with tubes coming out of most of my orifices and IV's in both arms." I continued my tale and told her that it was essentially a perfect diet. "All that I did was load my pockets with food nuggets and simply eat one or two every time I felt hungry. The food is nutritionally complete, so it works well. That's why I'm buying the dog food; I'm going to try it again."

Horrified, she then asked if I ended up in the ICU because the dog food poisoned me. I replied, "No, I stepped off the curb to sniff a poodle's ass and a car hit me." That ended the conversation.

Moral of the story: Ask a stupid question, get a stupid answer.

Photo Source: Steven Mileham, Flickr Creative Commons
Story Source: Unknown (via Facebook). Too good not to share.

Sunday, 13 September 2015

Ignoramuses: Observations From Walking My Dog

Ignoramus #1:
Some automobile drivers are ignorant.

Pop quiz: What does this sign mean?

I'm going to go out on a limb and say that at least 25% of the people in my home town do not know what this sign means, or if they do, they're either too distracted behind the wheel, or they just don't care. Maybe that number is a little high, but it sure seems that way sometimes.

I've seen people run through crosswalks before, but I never really noticed how bad an epidemic it's become since adopting our last rescue dog and going on daily walks that include twice having to use crosswalks.

Conclusion: Some people are simply ignorant. On one such walk I noticed a man walking a bicycle with an infant on the back child seat, just about get run over by two cars while he was already half way across the four-lane street. What's wrong with drivers today? Pedestrians really do take their lives in their hands walking across designated pedestrian crosswalks. Unbelievable!

Ignoramus #2:
Some bicyclists are ignorant.

We walk on multi-use trails with two-way pedestrian and bicyclist traffic. The other day a cyclist came out of nowhere past my dog, freaking the dog out in the process. Would have served him right if the dog had taken a bite out of his leg. When I called back after him saying, "Thanks for the warning," he looked back at me dumbfounded and completely oblivious as to what had just happened.

Many cyclists are good, either ringing a bell before they pass you, or calling from behind, "Passing on your left." I appreciate people like that; their courtesy makes it safe for everyone. However, it's those few who 'race' bicycles - around trails with joggers, people walking dogs, young children out for a stroll with their families - unfortunately make it dangerous for others. A little trail-sharing etiquette would be appreciated.

Ignoramus #3:
Some dog owners are ignorant.

I think most dog owners are pretty good, but I've noticed that there are also a few ignorant ones out there. How so? They're ignorant in that they refuse to pick up their dog's feces, despite the fact that our city even provides bags in the parks for exactly that purpose. I have half a mind to pick it up myself and throw it back at the dog owner when I see that! Really people? Let's grab a brain!

Another pet peeve about some dog owners is those who seem to think that bylaws which state that "Dogs must be on leashes" don't apply to them. I have rounded corners on the trails by our neighbourhood lake/park to find dogs off leashes. It's one thing when the dog is small, although they can get pretty chewed up by my 98-pound dog if we're not careful; it's quite another to find a large breed dog off-leash facing you on the trail, as was the case a couple days ago. Its ignoramus owner nonchalantly came along, leash in hand, but not until I had to restrain my dog from the potential dog fight. When I reminded him that this was a leash-required park that included a risk of bylaw fines for offenders, he didn't seem to care less. Point is, there are park areas provided by the city for those who want to run their dogs off leashes; why don't these ignoramuses go there? I prefer the control of a leashed area to walk my dog, and I think I have that right too.

Well there you have it; three types of ignoramus behaviour that I've observed while walking my dog. Did I come across too harsh? Maybe, but I make no apologies; these types of things infuriate me! I'm not suggesting that I'm perfect and beyond screwing up, but I like to think that I have a little more concern for my fellow man, especially if they're out there enjoying the same park spaces as me. That's the way I see it. Thanks for listening to my rant. Peace.

Saturday, 12 September 2015

Everything My Dog Says About Me Is True

About six weeks ago, our lives became turned upside down. This was not a bad kind of upside down turning; on the contrary it was a very good kind of turning life upside down. After many years since the passing of our last dog, my wife and I decided that it was once again time for a four-legged friend to join us in our otherwise empty nest. That was a decision that we have not regretted for a second!

As with our last dog, we  once again decided that going for a rescue dog was right for us. In our way of thinking, what more beautiful thing could a dog lover do than take in a dog that was rescued because someone else either abused her, or no longer could care for her for some reason, and give her a second chance at a good life in a good home.

So when the time was right, we visited our local Humane Society and instantly fell in love with a beautiful Labrador and Great Pyrenees cross. We were offered a chance to take her for a walk, and gladly did so. When we returned to the Humane Society, I took my new best friend back to her kennel while my wife started the paperwork for her adoption. A few days later our 44.7 kg (98 pound) 18 month old toddler moved in to our home.

I was surprised to learn that, according to an article in Macleans in March 28, 2013, of all the impounded stray dogs, only 14% are put to death in Canada (in comparison to 60% in the USA). The same article actually reports on how stray dogs are actually imported into Canada, a practise that I struggle with a bit. After all, do we not already have enough dogs in SPCA's and Humane Societies in this country longing to be adopted into good homes? Do we have to import still more? I worry that such a practise may ultimately cause the death rate of homeless dogs in Canada to climb, as opposed the preferred further decline of euthanizing rates. But I have digressed. With our rescue, there's one less dog who will have his or her life prematurely ended because there aren't enough loving homes in which to place them. If nothing else, that gives me a measure of peace and comfort.

My brother once said that dogs are "therapeutic." I would have to whole-heartedly agree. No matter what the day throws my way, coming home to a wagging tail and a doggie-hug has a way of making everything OK again. As much as I may have rescued her, it's equally true to say that she has also rescued me. So let me ask you, have you hugged your rescue dog today?

Well that's about it for now; I'm off to the trails around our neighbourhood lake with my new best friend for our daily 6.5 km (4.0 mi) walk. Woof.

Sunday, 12 July 2015

A Vigil for Conrad the Raccoon

One thing virtually every major city has in common is rodents of one form or another, scavenging her back alley's and dumpsters, looking for some delectables that you and I  decided were no longer good enough for us to consume.

Now, I'm not going to go off on a rant about how the (good) food we waste would probably feed most of the hungry and the homeless in our society, even if I believe that to be true (Sorry, I had to get that little jab in there).

But now that I got that off my chest, what do you do when you discover a dead raccoon on a sidewalk in the downtown corridor of a major city? (No, making a donation of it to the Food Bank is the wrong answer. Likewise, so is making a hat).

Well I guess the real answer to that question depends upon whether or not the city's animal services are quick to respond to the gradually rotting and potentially rabbis infected carcass lying there on its metropolitan doorstep. One would hope that they would, but if they don't, if for some reason they've got better things to do than protect the health of its citizens, you can always turn to social media and tweet about it, and maybe to make your point, start a sidewalk vigil for the poor rodent.

Such was the outcome recently in Toronto. Despite the requests to the city to deal with the problem, even by city councillors themselves tweeting about it, sources say that the deceased animal lay on the sidewalk for about twelve hours before being carried off to its final resting place.

As the events unfolded, we learned from the hashtag #DeadRaccoonTO that the raccoon's name was Conrad. Soon a framed picture of Conrad was placed beside his corpse. There were flowers and cards and signed tributes. As dusk began to fall, even candles were added to the memorial; a fitting tribute, no doubt, to a fallen denizen of the city's dumpster corridors.

It was really quite a beautiful impromptu send off for Conrad. It couldn't have been any better if they had planned it that way.

My hat goes off to the citizens of my old stomping grounds, the good folks of Toronto, for such an eloquent memorial to Conrad. You make all Canadians proud, including this one.

As for the city's animal services department, consider yourselves, well, "Roasted." Let's just hope that no medical side effects of your timely response linger on in those who stopped by to pay tribute.

RIP, Conrad.


Wednesday, 1 July 2015

Happy Birthday, North America

Today my country of Canada celebrates its birthday. In three day's time our closest neighbour and ally will celebrate their birthday.

I debated on whether or not to share the image on the left, for fear that it might offend some. I hope it does not, but if it does, please accept my humble apology; no offence was intended. I saw simply a humorous caricature that in my way of thinking, simply depicts how closely intertwined we really are as countries. Besides, if you've followed this blog before, you know that in many ways, it's built on my twisted sense of humour.

But seriously, the Canadian/American Free Trade Agreement of 1988, and the North American Free Trade Agreement (NAFTA) of 1994 which included Mexico, means that, among other things, there are many Canadian companies today that are subsidiaries of larger American corporations. Cross border transportation of goods is huge. The fact is, we do a lot of business together and as such have a genuine vested interest in each other's well being.

In the same way, many Canadians call the USA home; some permanently, and others simply during some of the colder months of the year. Likewise I know Americans who have opted to live permanently in Canada. Many of us Canadians follow American sports and identify our allegiances to specific teams (Go Seahawks!). Of course we also have our favourite CFL teams too (Go Eskimos!) whose jerseys are worn by several American football players on the field as well. We have a lot in common.

Like most Canadians, I'm thankful for the neighbours I have to the south and have come to count many of them among my dearest friends. Thanks, USA, for having our backs in times of both war and peace.

So having said that, Happy Birthday to all of us. It is my hope and prayer that all of our celebrations of July 1st and 4th are fun and safe. Peace and Blessings to all.

Cartoon Source: Unknown (via Facebook)
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Saturday, 27 June 2015

Will's Beer Can Stuffed Burgers

Recently I discovered a video for Beer Can Burgers. They looked so awesome that you know I had to try it for myself. Here's how Will's experimental version turned out.

I began by making my meatballs. They weighed in at about 12 ounces each and included two parts ground lean beef to one part ground lean pork. I added one medium sized chopped onion, two eggs, about one-third of a cup of rolled oats, and a generous sprinkling of ground garlic power and ground cayenne pepper.

PS - Everything tastes better with cayenne pepper in it. Just say'n.

I then took an ice-cold can of beer and pushed it into the middle of the meat balls. I wrapped two slices of bacon around each one, and then gently pulled out my beer can to leave a pocket in the middle of the ground meat. At this point it was time for a beer break anyways, and since we didn't want to waste the cold beer (that would be alcohol abuse), it served as a nice refresher.

Next up was to boil about three baby red potatoes, skin on. Once done these were mashed with a generous serving of about three heaping tablespoons of Philadelphia Jalapeño Cream Cheese.

To this mixture I added about half of a chopped green pepper. The mashed potato concoction was then spooned into the meatball pocket and topped off with several chunks of Armstrong Old Cheddar.

The barbecue was preheated, with a medium heat on one side, and as low a temperature as I could get on the other side. The burgers were placed on the low temperature side so as not to burn them. With a little repositioning in order to provide even cooking, they took about an hour to reach the desired 170 degree F food safe temperature. At about the half-hour mark, I basted the bacon and top with some Bullseye Guinness barbecue sauce.

A special thank you goes to:

for the recipe idea. They were awesome and even met with the approval of my better half. Next time, instead of mashed potatoes, maybe a generous filling of Will's soon-to-be-famous chili might be in order.


Well, fellow foodies, there you have it. Happy eating. 

Saturday, 20 June 2015

Divorce Settlements: The "Half" Redefined

Divorce is no laughing matter, yet statistics tell us that roughly half of all marriages will end up that way. It's really quite sad.

Years ago I remember a guy I used to work with who suddenly gave his notice and quit his job. When I asked why, he told me that he figured he was getting the raw end of the deal on his divorce settlement, and so as not to have a significant portion of his income go to his ex-wife, he just quit his job. The way he figured it, she couldn't get what he didn't have.

A little drastic, I thought, but to each their own. For a while afterwards I wondered about my old co-worker and how that decision to quit a good job worked out for him. My guess is that, since it was a bit of a knee-jerk decision in the first place, it probably didn't end quite as he expected.

My brother shared a link with me about another divorce settlement in which the man's wife was awarded half of everything he had as a part of their divorce settlement. I imagine that such a settlement is probably more or less normal and as such should likely not really be a surprise. What was surprising is how literally he fulfilled the divorce settlement.

He created the following video of himself literally cutting their belongings in half. Apparently he then sent his ex-wife half of the belongings while selling his half on eBay.

While ingenious, and absolutely hilarious according to my twisted sense of humour, one has to wonder if his ex-wife was just as amused. Probably not.

PS - Poor Teddy.

Well there you have it; if you ever get divorced and are ordered by the court to give your ex-spouse half of everything, this might be an alternative. LOL. But seriously, maybe doing this to one or two mutually agreed upon belongings (but no Teddy Bears) might help you both to still put a smile on your faces, despite the divorce.


Friday, 19 June 2015

I Smell A Skunk and it's Called the Cancer Industry

Scrolling through Facebook the other day, I came across an article that caught my attention. It claimed that way back in 1934, cancer was CURED (Yes, you did read that right: cured) by a brilliant man by the name of Royal Raymond Rife.

Apparently Mr. Rife was then "accidentally" killed. Was it because of what he discovered? Hmm.

Now I'm not normally a conspiracy theorist, although there are a few events that allegedly happened or which are taken as fact, that I question. The cancer industry is one of those that I've long since believed had a skunk smell to it.

Why is it that billions and billions of dollars have been spent on cancer research, and here we are all these years later, and we supposedly still do not have a cure? I'm sorry, but I am seriously tempted to call BS on that. I think, as the article in question suggests, we've had the cure under our noses all along but it's been suppressed by the big pharmaceutical companies and the cancer "industry." Why? It's simple: Money. Release the cure (like the one allegedly discovered back in 1934) and their cash cow dries up and they're all out of work. They're making truckloads of money selling their expensive drugs. I think the human race has been duped.

One friend wrote, "It is really hard not to be very cynical. After what I have seen in the cancer clinic in Mexico, the treatments (which have been outlawed throughout the parts of the 'developed' world) and all the walking miracles ... one really begins to believe that there is a conspiracy behind the lack of a 'real' cure and the business of cancer."

Sure, a minority of people claim to have been cured of cancer, and that's wonderful, but we typically aren't offered "cures" but rather only "treatments."

There's another horrifying implication in all this: If medical knowledge as it pertains to cancer research has been suppressed, then think of how unethical these big pharmaceutical companies and the cancer "industry"really are. That then means they are actually guilty of the deaths of untold numbers of people who have died of various forms of cancer.

Now here's the article, written by Gregg Prescott, M.S. and re-shared with permission (see footnote) of Holistic Cancer Research. Conspiracy? You be the judge.

Dr. Royal Raymond Rife could very well be the father of all holistic cancer research.  Rife, born in 1888, was one of the founding pioneers in many of the technologies that are commonly used today and was a main contributor in the field of optics, electronics, radiochemistry, biochemistry, ballistics and aviation.

The Rife machine destroys infectious organisms, viruses, bacteria and fungus and has been used to eliminate 52 different microorganisms including cancer, tuberculosis, strep and leprosy.

Rife began his quest to treat disease with electricity in 1920 after discovering that there were specific electrical characteristics in each disease that he studied. Rife performed thousands of tests when trying to isolate the electrical characteristics of tuberculosis. Rife began research cancer in 1922, but it took ten years before he was able to isolate the VX Virus, which was a cancer microorganism. A year later, Rife invented the Universal Microscope, which a light source technology that could magnify an object 60,000x its size. Because of his invention, Rife was the first person to see a live virus.

Once Rife was able to determine the main oscillation rate for each organism, he would then try to destroy it with light frequency resonance. Each microbe has a natural frequency that it resonates with, so when Rife increased their natural oscillations, the organism became distorted and disintegrated from structural stresses.  More importantly, no surrounding tissue was harmed from these oscillations.

Rife named the process Mortal Oscillatory Rate (M.O.R). As part of his research in 1934, Rife’s machine “cured” 14 out of 16 terminally ill cancer patients within two months.  The remaining two were cured within the following 6 weeks, resulting in a 100% cure rate.

On November 20, 1931, Rife, along with 34 of his most distinguished colleagues in medicine, attended a banquet entitled, “The End to All Diseases”.  By 1939, the same group of physicians essentially denied Rife’s existence.  After finding a cure for cancer, how is it possible for Rife to be completely ignored by his colleagues and what were the motivating factors behind this?

Here’s the inside story.

On the eve of a press conference to announce the results of the 1934 study on Rife's cancer therapy, Dr Milbank Johnson, former president of the Southern California AMA, was fatally poisoned and his papers "lost". Also, after a failed attempt by Morris Fishbein to buy the rights to Rife's healing instrument for the medical drug industry, Rife's labs were destroyed by arson and sabotage. Dr. Nemes, who had duplicated some of the work of Rife, was killed in a mysterious fire which destroyed all his research papers. A similar fire also destroyed the Burnett Lab, which was validating Rife's work. Royal Rife himself was killed in 1971 by an "accidental" lethal dose of Valium and alcohol at Grossmont Hospital.

According to Wiki, interest in Rife was revived in the 1980s by author Barry Lynes, who wrote a book about Rife entitled The Cancer Cure That Worked. The book claimed that Rife's beam ray device could cure cancer, but that all mention of his discoveries was suppressed in the 1930s by a wide-ranging conspiracy headed by the American Medical Association. The American Cancer Society described Lynes' claims as implausible, noting that the book was written "in a style typical of conspiratorial theorists" and defied any independent verification.

In 1994, the American Cancer Society reported that Rife machines were being sold in a "pyramid-like, multilevel marketing scheme". A key component in the marketing of Rife devices has been the claim, initially put forward by Rife himself, that the devices were being suppressed by an establishment conspiracy against cancer "cures".

As stated in the article, Dr. Coldwell: ALL Cancer Can Be Cured in Less Than 12 Weeks, cancer is a $60 billion a year industry, while cancer protection and the early intervention of cancer brings in an additional $162 billion each year.

Question: In an age where technology can be used to improve the quality of life for everyone, why has the Rife machine been ridiculed by the medical industry and suppressed for so long? 

Answer: The last thing Big Pharma cured was polio. There is no money in repeat business when finding a cure to anything.

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Is there a conspiracy? I'd love to hear your thoughts on this sensitive subject. Peace.

Sunday, 14 June 2015

One Reason Why My Pants Keep Shrinking

As if yesterday's killer smoked pork wasn't enough, today's barbecued steak dinner should finish off the weekend rather nicely.

For some time now, when I bake potatoes, I always slice them through enough to pry the halves apart a bit, without slicing them in half completely. I then stuff a bunch of butter (the real stuff - not that horrible margarine) into the crevice, add as many finely chopped onions as will fit, and sprinkle generously with both garlic powder and cayenne pepper.

Wrap them with foil, and you're good to go. Depending upon the size of the spud, I will usually keep them on the BBQ for about an hour, turning them occasionally. Serve with a generous portion of sour cream and bacon bits (real ones preferably), and you've got a meal by itself!

As a veggie side dish - because we all need our veggies - I prepared a concoction of green and red peppers, whole mushrooms, quartered onions, and tomato pieces. They'll go on the BBQ well after the potatoes, and slightly before the steaks. You can eat them just the way they are, or if you're up for a few more calories, topping them with a little Ranch Dressing also makes for a mouth-watering treat.

As for the steaks, well what can I say? I know everyone prefers theirs a certain way, but in my humble opinion, anything more than a medium rare, is overdone. My son actually enjoys his steak a blue-rare, which is only slightly beyond the mooing stage in that it will sizzle the hair off the meat, but that's about it. Top it off with a little of your favourite BBQ sauce, and Paradise is no longer lost.

Well there you have it; another reason why my pants keep shrinking this time of year. Oh well, life's too short to eat rice crackers. Happy eating.