Unfortunately, it was time. He’s walked his last evening patrol of the grounds. He’s selected and relocated his last special rock. But it’s good to think of him being reunited with his friends, and perhaps even meeting his predecessor for the first time. He lived a wonderful life out in the country, he was very well-loved by everyone, and even in his old age, he epitomized what it we have come to appreciate as Chateau Viszla style.
As Nick Cole once told me, every dog is a love story that eventually ends in tears.
Grief is the price we pay for joy. And what are a few days, or even a few months, of grief in comparison with the years of joy they bring us?
I have previously reported on my concern about the rise in stable cancer relapses that I have witnessed in my melanoma clinic.
None of these patients of mine presented with the classic prodrome of relapse that I had always noticed previously, such as severe depression due to bereavement, divorce or bankruptcy. Indeed the only thing I found they had in common was to have had a recent booster mRNA covid vaccine. I phoned around my colleagues not only in the UK but also in Australia to check their experience. In no case did they deny such a link. Indeed, they were equally alarmed at the association between booster vaccines and relapse that they too were witnessing, as well an increase in new cancers, particularly in those below 50 years old. In addition to melanoma these colleagues were also very concerned about a sudden big increase in young patients with colorectal cancer.
Rather than instigating a proper inquiry to investigate this when we raised these concerns, the medical authorities told us all that what we were witnessing was a coincidence, that we had to prove it and above all, not to upset our patients.
Recently the American Cancer Society (ACS) has warned of a surge in new cancer cases in the US this last year of over 2 million, with many of these cases occurring in younger patients. Indeed, the chief scientific officer of the ACS, William Dahat, announced in addition that cancers were presenting with more aggressive disease and larger tumours at the time of diagnosis, especially in younger patients. Of further interest it noted a difference in the microbiome (the community of micro-organisms such as fungi, bacteria and viruses that exist in a different environment) between patients under 50 compared with those over 50.
This surge mirrors a report from Phinance Technologies of late last year which analysed in detail data from the UK Office for National Statistics (ONS) which showed that disability and deaths in 2021 and 2022 had increased dramatically in all age groups, but especially in the 15-44 age group.
The Lancet also published an article before Christmas reporting excess deaths post covid pandemic to be up by 11-15 per cent over than expected for under-25s and for between 25-49 year olds. This is in fact the pattern found in many countries that have looked at the data. Germany for example has reported excess deaths rising from 7 per cent in 2020 to 24 per cent in 2023.
What makes this all the more surprising is that negative deaths should be the norm after a pandemic as you cannot die twice!
The link between covid vaccines and myocarditis and early death particularly in the young, highlighted by Peter McCullough and colleagues as well as by Aseem Malhotra here in the UK, is incontestable. Now we have a confirmatory report from the CDC in the US, data that the authorities here have refused to act on so as not to alarm vaccinated patients!
The Covid Booster Cancer Time Bomb, 3 February 2024
The CDC has admitted that it didn’t tell the vaxxed about the obvious link between the vaxx and myocarditis because it didn’t want “to cause panic”. Which could, I suppose, be justified in theory if there is nothing that can be done about it, except to punish the parties responsible for injuring tens of millions of Americans. But the vaxx-inspired turbo cancers that are causing a significant percentage of the excess post-Covid deaths can be mitigated by early awareness, diagnosis, and treatment, which is why it is a moral imperative for the CDC and other medical organizations to come clean on the cancer risks that the vaxxed-and-boosted are now facing.
The situation is worse than it superficially looks, because while the excess deaths aren’t as high as had been feared, as the doctor points out, they should be negative. So, we can expect them to continue to rise over the next 2-3 years. And if you are boosted, or even if you’re only vaxxed, be sure to schedule regular checkups, particularly if you have ever been treated for any form of cancer.
UPDATE: In what is almost certainly related news, country music singer Toby Keith has died of cancer at the age of 62. And yes, he was vaxxed.
Country singer Toby Keith died Monday at the age of 62, his family wrote in a statement posted to his website and social media accounts early Tuesday. Keith revealed in June 2022 that he had been diagnosed with stomach cancer.
UPDATE: The Harrowing of the Elderly is real.
My wife works in a nursing home facility. Prior to the vaxx the facility averaged a death per week and the facility was at max capacity. Today it’s 7 deaths per week… sometimes as high as 10. And the facility is at half-capacity. She left during the vaxx mandate as she refused. They begged her to come back six months ago but she’s quitting again as the environment has become so sad and depressing.
Gonzalo Lira, Sr. says his son has died at 55 in a Ukrainian prison, where he was being held for the crime of criticizing the Zelensky and Biden governments. Gonzalo Lira was an American citizen, but the Biden administration clearly supported his imprisonment and torture. Several weeks ago we spoke to his father, who predicted his son would be killed. – Tucker Carlson, 12 January 2024
UPDATE: It’s confirmed.
Chilean-American blogger Gonzalo Lira has died in a Ukrainian prison, Russian news agency TASS said on Saturday, citing a response it received from the US Department of State.
One of the pioneers of military science fiction has died. He was primarily known as a Baen Books author, although several of his short stories appeared in the THERE WILL BE WAR series.
Knight was an almost Shakespearean character: brilliant, thoughtful and tragically flawed. In the late 1980s, he happened to show up on a rare evening when high school recruit Calbert Cheaney had a bad night. He upbraided his assistants for dragging him to see a player clearly not good enough for Indiana. They explained he had caught Cheaney on a bad night and should see him play again. Knight told them he wouldn’t waste any more time, nor should they.
Cheaney committed to Evansville — coached by Jim Crews, who had played on Indiana’s 1976 team and coached under Knight for eight years. Knight was at a summer camp game a few months later and saw Cheaney again. This time, the real Calbert Cheaney showed up.
“Why aren’t we recruiting that kid?” Knight asked his assistants.
The assistants told him he had ordered them not to recruit Cheaney. “Why don’t you just give him a call and see if he might have any interest in Indiana?” Knight said.
Cheaney, quite naturally, was thrilled. He chose Indiana, was the star of Knight’s last Final Four team in 1992 and is still the Big Ten’s all-time leading scorer. Crews was stunned that his old coach had recruited a player who had committed to him.
“If some other coach did that to me, you’d call him every name in the book,” Crews said to Knight. “I know coaches do this sort of thing, but how could you do this to me?”
Knight responded by telling Crews he would be nothing in basketball if not for him. Crews finally said, “You know something, Coach: The saddest part of your life is that you treat your enemies better than you treat your friends.”
The truth in that statement is very sad.
Peter King, in his NFL Football column, makes an accurate observation about how younger sports fans will wonder why anyone cares about the death of a coach of a minor university in a lesser sport: “It’s understandable that many will note the death of Knight and wonder how possibly could the basketball coach at Indiana be one of the five most dominant people in sports for 15, 20 years. He just was.” But if Bobby Knight had been a military general instead of a basketball coach, he would have been as famous as George Patton was, and probably more successful. He was a rare individual whose obvious talent was only exceeded by the force of his will.
But Knight’s career is a cautionary tale in how one should not treat others, no matter how talented, driven, or successful one is. For some reason, all too many people insist on treating their enemies better than they treat their friends. This is wrong, in every application, and ultimately leads to failure in everything from marriage to business marketing.
In your personal life, you should, you must, treat your partner, your family, and your friends better than you treat anyone else, most especially strangers. The idea that the closer you are to someone, the more you can “truly be yourself” and “be unconditionally accepted” despite your worst behavior is a pernicious one that is all too common today.
And in your professional life, you should, you must, treat your core market and your loyal customers better than anyone else. The idea that you should focus your efforts on the periphery and on potential new customers in different markets is much in vogue, but it has reliably led to complete failure in everything from beer and NASCAR to Hollywood and video games.
He always insisted he didn’t care what anyone cared about him when, in fact, he cared desperately and went so far out of his way to prove it that he hurt himself figuratively — and literally. Worse than that, he always had to have the last word — whether it was with referees, other coaches, players, the media and even his family.
This is another important lesson. Two, in fact. First, nearly everyone cares what most people think about them. The only people who genuinely don’t are either a) neuroatypical, b) 3SD+ more intelligent than the norm,(1) c) psychologically scarred from childhood,(2) or some combination therein. So, attempting to erect an uncaring facade is both futile and transparent. And worse, most of the efforts required to protect that facade tend to harm the person behind it.
As for needing to have the last word, this is just retarded and unnecessary. There is absolutely no point in repeating the same point over and over and over again, as most people do, much less resorting to insults and attacks because your feelings have been hurt when someone doesn’t agree with you. Did you somehow forget that you claimed you didn’t care what others thought? Then why are your feelings hurt, and why do you assume that they care what you think?
So, RIP Bobby Knight. The remarkable thing about the General is that even in death, he is still capable of teaching important life lessons.
(1) Contemplate the extent to which you care about a child or a literal retard thinks. Then consider the fact that in terms of IQ, they are closer to you than you are to Chris Langan.
(2) It’s virtually impossible to replicate, or even simulate, those psychologies shaped by childhood experience, particularly prior to puberty. For good or for ill.
One of the long-time NFL greats has died. Not even the legendary Dick Butkus was too tough for Father Time.
“How could he die!” Fran Tarkenton said on the day Dick Butkus did, indeed, die. “He was indestructible! Bigger than life, tougher than nails! Mick Tingelhoff died recently, and he was my center, and we were close. Bud Grant died recently, and he was my coach. Great man. And today Dick goes, and I’ve been crying ever since I heard. Dick Butkus was football!”
When I was very young, I loved the NFL more than anything. I wore purple Vikings corduroys with a matching yellow Vikings shirt to my first day of school in first grade. I collected the game programs. I met Matt Blair after winning a reading contest. For my 11th birthday, we went to the preaseason training camp in Mankato and I got Ted Brown’s autograph at the nearby pizza place. On Monday nights, I went to bed at halftime of Monday Night Football and my mother would write the final score on a piece of paper she’d tape to my bedroom door. Eventually, I owned a pair of Vikings season tickets on the 20-yard-line of the Metrodome. I went out with Vikings cheerleaders. I had a drink with Todd Scott in the VIP lounge at Glam Slam.
And always, I read the lore dating back to the earliest days.
Some of my favorite childhood books were those written by Bill Gutman and published by Tempo Books. They were short paperbacks, less than 200 pages, and always featured four players. I somehow still have two of them, Football’s Fantastic Four and Great Linebackers #1.
Haden-Dorsett-Payton-Jones. Butkus-Lanier-Curtis-Buoniconti. Needless to say, Butkus went first.
I never met him. I don’t even remember ever seeing him play. He retired when I was five. But his ferocious determination to succeed, combined with the tragedy of a great player being stuck for his entire career on a sub-par team, resonated with me, and I never forgot his dignity, the universal respect he commanded, and the way he continued to excel even though his superhuman efforts were invariably futile. He was named to eight consecutive Pro Bowls, but he never played in a playoff game.
It’s an irony of sports history that the greatest NFL defense of all-time, the 1985 Chicago Bears, did not include Chicago’s greatest linebacker.
Senator Dianne Feinstein has died at the age of 90. Feinstein returned to the Senate in May after a two-month battle with shingles, where she appeared to be unaware of her own extended absence. When a reporter asked him how her colleagues have received her upon her return, she said, “No, I’ve been here. I’ve been voting.” She concluded by scolding the reporter.
While some have assumed this clears the way for Gavin Newsom to ascend to the Senate, that’s not necessarily a safe assumption given the current state of the Democratic Party. In fact, given the increasingly geriatric state of the politicians in both parties, I don’t think we can entirely rule out the possibility that Feinstein will run again for re-election, and win, in 2024.
On this great day of days, when Boomer icon Jimmy Buffet is no longer wasting away in Margaritaville and has now joined his “lost shaker of salt”, /pol/ summarizes the wicked generation.
Boomers have done it all with clear conscience, they knew they were crippling their own progeny. The system died in 2001 – 20 years ago. Boomers knew and still know this but in their narcissistic hubris it’s a good thing, as the boomer gets to die on top, “the last of the real men”, John Wayne in their own imaginations. The “Me generation” believes castrating their own male children via Cronos-esque child consuming behaviors, was a stroke of brilliance as now their sons could never surpass them, as to boomers such a thing would be “emasculating”. The boomer destroyed their sons and grandsons, and at 65 will saunter into Hooters and disgustingly “flirt” with 19-year-old waitresses. Even in their geriatric years they view young men as sexual competition. These utterly depraved creatures make me sick.
Boomers couldn’t live up to their fathers, so they made sure their sons couldn’t live up to them. Every generation in history shits on the generation that came after them. But the boomers are the only generation that have been hated by two generations before them, and three generations after them.
I suspect it will be considerably more than three. It’s educational to note the change in the average size of funerals over the last 30 years. When my grandfather died, people flew from all over the world to attend his funeral and pay their respects. In my youth, it wasn’t uncommon to see an entire church filled with mourners. Now, Boomers die and it doesn’t even occur to their children or their grandchildren to show up to bury them. Just incinerate and forget, and no worries about the probate since the grasshopper generation leaves nothing behind but a wasteland of debt.
There is no point in Boomers attempting to gaslight the younger generations, particularly GenX. We were there. We saw everything. We know exactly what happened and we observed how everything changed. And the point of repeatedly slamming the Boomer generation is to prevent future generations from making their dyscivic mistakes.
We’re not telling our children to postpone marriage and to pursue college degrees. We’re not telling them that children are a burden. We’re encouraging them to learn from the Boomer failures, and to learn from our failures, and to live better, more fulfilling, more God-fearing lives than we did.
Jimmy Buffett is dead. May the wicked spirit of his generation die with him.
Hall of Fame head coach Bud Grant, who led the Vikings to four Super Bowl, has died. He was 95.
Born May 20, 1927 in Superior Wisconsin, Harry Peter Grant Jr. played in the NBA, the NFL, and the CFL. He was the oldest living NBA champion, a member of the 1950 Minneapolis Lakers.
Grant later played for the Philadelphia Eagles and the Winnipeg Blue Bombers. He coached the Blue Bombers from 1957 to 1966, taking the job at the age of 29. He won four Grey Cups with the Blue Bombers.
In 1967, Grant succeeded Norm Van Brocklin as head coach of the Vikings. Grant took the Vikings to Super Bowl IV, Super Bowl VIII, Super Bowl IX, and Super Bowl XI. He coached the team until 1983, retiring for a year and then returning after a disastrous 3-13 season under Les Steckel.
Grant, known for an always-stoic sideline demeanor, had a record of 168-108-5 in his NFL coaching career. He went 118-64-3 in the CFL. In all, he coached 466 games, winning 286 times.
For better or for worse, I owe my stoicism to Bud Grant. When asked once about my emotional imperturbability in the face of open hatred, I answered that as a lifelong Vikings fan, I no longer had any capacity for disappointment or tears in the face of defeat. I always admired how he could meet success or failure with stone cold equanimity, and how he refused to bow even before the bitter cold of the Minnesota winters.
One by one, our heroes are leaving us. May we be worthy of them.
