I was woken by the sound
on (not forecast) rain against the window this morning. It's
got to stop raining soon!
Over brekkie I checked
out social media amd my piss boiled. Why are intelligent people taken
in by crackpot nonsense? Someone rather close to me was posting good
things about Rife
machines. For any of my loyal readers who are unfamiliar wityh
the things, Rife machines are crackpottery. The claims made about
them which allude to "the human cancer virus" show a
fundamental misunderstanding about the nature of the disease. The
claims made about them concerning microscopy show a fundamental
misunderstanding about the nature of viruses and microscopes.
Let's be clear on the
matter - Rife machines are evil in that they offer false hope to
desperate people who pay money they can ill afford on a treatment
that won't help them. There may well be a placebo effect in some
cases, but the use of Rife machines has been blamed for the deaths of
cancer patients who may well have been cured by conventional therapy
(Hills, Ben (2000-12-30). "Cheating Death". Sydney
Morning Herald. to give but one of many examples)
Thaat was very serious
and sensible wasn't it?
After tht little outburst
we rallieed the troops and set off to Gillingham where the monthly
cachers meet-up was taking place. Rather than hunting tupperware I
got chatting with fellow hunters of tupperware. Time flew (almost
as fast as the ale flew down my throat), and suddenly I realised
we were two hours late for "Stargazing Live".
We arrived half way
through procedings, suitably anaesthetised, and made the most of what
was left of the evening. A clear night made for opportunity for
telescopes; the chili potatoes were good.
Next year hopefully the
two events won't co-incide...
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