Ivermectin and Other Radomness

For a little over a year, Amazon, Google, Facebook and Twitter have waged a desperate campaign to silence any discussion of using Ivermectin for Covid-19 infections. Some of us in the cynical camp have always assumed this was to a) allow the mass distribution of untested vaccines under the Emergency Use Authorization leading to b) massive profits for politically connected Big Pharma. Now the conspiracy is unraveling as I type this. More and more studies show the effectiveness of Ivermectin (especially when combined with zinc and Vitamin D) is equal to or greater than the (heavily inflated) numbers for the vaccines.

Meanwhile, Democrats insist that Donald Trump is a murderer for not telling people to wear masks. Leaving aside that masks have very limited use to prevent the spread of Covid-19, if Trump appearing on national television maskless makes him guilty at least in part for over a half-million deaths, how much more do Zuckerberg, Bezos, Dorsey and Pichai have to answer for? How may of the millions dead could have been saved by the early use of Ivermectin? How much sooner would we have known that Ivermectin works if these four... gentlemen had not decided to conspire to silence any discussion even among virologists of Ivermectin?

In completely unrelated news, we just suffered through one of the coldest first days of summer I can remember. It "only" got down in the mid-30's here, but further south, there were several inches of frost on some people's gardens. Then we had storms blow through that hit us with lightning, hail and waterspouts in Traverse Bay. For a minute, I thought we were back in Florida. We got outside today and got a bit done before the rain moves back in tomorrow for a week straight. We're going to need a row boat to get around the yard.

Not much else going on with us. We've sort of settled into our little hideout in the middle of nowhere. Governor Mussolini has finally lifted all restrictions, but we still don't leave the property any more than we have to. Summer Fudgey Season is nuts enough at the best of times; after being locked up for year, things are likely to be... well... lively. I'll take a hard pass on that.

Well, it's getting close to midnight and I have a delivery truck showing up at 0730, so I'll be signing off.