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Johnny One Note.

Remember Johnny One Note?

He was tone deaf. When he sang, his voice only had one pitch. He couldn’t move up, or down, with the notes in the melody.

Our President is tone deaf.

To him, it’s China — China’s economic power, over us, over the jostle for pre-eminence in the world. Trump saw China as our biggest threat to restoring and maintaining economic standing, and that’s why he still blames China for the 200,000 deaths of Americans. And, his supporters are right there with him singing that same, monotonous song.

I sat, last evening, fairly well stunned by many things. How intelligent people of any persuasion could support this President. How self-centered blindness prevents realization and acknowledgement. How it is that our judicial system caves to power, the insidious kind as well as the violent.

But, I also sat — as I do, now — and considered the stories, from those who have Armenian and Romanian friends who talk about rationed goods and services in the socialist countries of their memory. I contemplate the American workers, those who actually have skills, who use their hands – as I do – but, to build machines without which our country could neither sustain itself nor continue interacting with the rest of the world. To these Americans, the fear of the threats to social security and pensions and Medicare, sources of financial security older Americans have worked their entire lives to earn, is real. And, they rise up in defense of such security — as well they should.

I am among them.

And, then, I wonder why we elect Presidents who lack a well rounded mindset. You know, the kind who stump on one policy issue, preaching a selective gospel. They warp the picture that should provide for every American, especially those who have tried to fight against social injustice and who lead honest, productive, responsible lives.

Perhaps this man who completely repulses so many of us with his slippery movements, his vulgar mouth, his outed lies, his utterly selfish posturing, and his dismissal of individual life as “virtually nothing”, should have run for a seat on the GOP’s economic advisorship instead of the highest office in the land. Nobody can argue the economic gains his administration produced prior to the pandemic. That’s his one note. And, he sang it well.

But, his single pitch is far from a beautiful song. It’s not music. At all.

200,000+ Americans are now dead — more still dying. That’s what we got, in exchange. What a tragic transaction. What a gravely bad deal.

Now, how utterly unacceptable is our present situation. How dangerously divided are our people. How aggressively reactive our throngs. How combative the prevailing postures of those parading in our streets. We aren’t a unified country; we’re a provoked population, on the brink of deadly confrontation. It’s called war.

Who can save us from this apparently inevitable reality? Joe Biden? His character is also not above reproach. Video and audio evidence tell his tale. Party politics has its insidious agenda, and monied corruption has infiltrated all of it — including he, and his own.

I am just as fearful of a globalist mentality seizing my rights and possessions as any other hardworking American. Surely, we are all desperate for an honorable, honest, and well-rounded representative of every mind and heart who was born and bred here.

Jimmy Carter. Somebody call him. Get his word. We need another like him, right now.

Because right now is all we’ve got.

It’s our only note.

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© 9/24/2020 Ruth Ann Scanzillo. Feel free to share, but with acknowledgement to the author. Thanks.

Originally published as ” Why Our Politics Is More Than A One Note Song” at Medium.com

Telling the Truth About “The LION and The LAMB”.

©9/1/2020 Ruth Ann Scanzillo.

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The Drug.

Last year, one of our local metabolic disease specialists decided that, since my A1C was 5.8, I should begin Metformin immediately. Now, those who know me recognize my hesitation with regard to most all pharmaceuticals. But, being as thorough as he is passionate and enthusiastic, my doctor eagerly presented a fascinating feature of this drug; apparently, one of its unexpected side effects was a remarkable capacity to reverse cell aging; in short, the Fountain of Sustained Youth. “Everyone should take Metformin!!”, he joyously exclaimed. I was reluctantly, but curiously, convinced.
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After taking the drug for about ten days and, rather than any noticeable reversal of jowl or jiggle, enduring two Bouts of the Bathroom I started researching the drug myself. What I unearthed was startling.
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Apparently, like more and more pharmaceuticals of our outsourced age, Metformin was formulated and manufactured both in Europe and in the US. And, the batch from Europe had not so recently been found to contain a chemical, perhaps a by product of the process, perhaps an unsourced contaminant, known to be carcinogenic. European drug makers had ceased dispensing the drug, until it could be determined with certainty that their formulation was clear of any contamination. But, with regard to its own manufacture, the US showed no intention of doing the same.
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With increased curiosity, and much concern, I contacted the doctor’s office. In short order, and second hand, I was told that his position held that the suspected risks were outweighed by the known benefits. Nevertheless I chose, after further research and a second opinion, to substitute Metformin with the naturally derived Berberine.
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Why am I telling you this?
[ because we’re sick of self-aggrandizing videos ]
[ because you write better than you talk ]
[ because don’t care ]
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Ever since it burst upon our scene from the lips of our current POTUS, Hydroxychloroquine has enjoyed a horrible notoriety. From Cause Of Death to dangerous heart arrhythmia, we’ve been urgently warned by the press to shun it. Some believe this rejection a political move; others hold that science has rendered a verdict.
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But, what of countries like Poland, and even certain sectors of the US, where this anti-malaria drug is available over the counter as easily as aspirin? According to the friend of a friend, herself a Pole, most of the citizens of Poland took the drug during the Italian viral scourge at the first symptom and have maintained very low covid-19 death stats to the present.
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And, what of specific cocktails, i.e. Hydroxychloroquine + Zinc, the latter mineral known to halt coronaviral replications, touted by the admittedly radical Dr. Stella Immanuel? She was emphatic; her cocktail worked, saving the lives of 350 of her own patients.
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I can’t vet Dr. Immanuel. Nor can I vet the story of the Polish woman. But, I can say that, given the fact that so many individual drug formulations are manufactured in multiple countries – particularly generic equivalents – I can fairly speculate that Hydroxychloroquine may be a safe formulation in Europe and one sketchy at best if manufactured elsewhere. Or, perhaps, taken in combination with certain other drugs already part of a given patient’s protocol (those with pre-existing syndromes or conditions) may very well provoke the heart arrhythmias/electrical problems disclosed by the press.
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My final analysis, given the limited information currently available to me, is that the verdict on the efficacy vs. the alleged threat of Hydroxychloroquine is decidedly n.o.t. in. Here’s hoping some group from within the legitimate scientific community can hasten to investigate. With increasing urgency, our lives appear to depend on it.
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© 8/8/2020    Ruth Ann Scanzillo.   Please share liberally, with credit to source. Thank you.
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