Rima Mohammed

38 years of supporting this club...many highs, many lows...younger gooners...you've only just begun...make your choice...Arsenal Till I Die?

@lippyent Party of five

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@RoxyD27 what would our Lou be saying after pigeon head scored

Pretty cool ending at the Derby! From last to first…and the first woman trainer to win ever!🏆

@GoonerReverend Rev...long time no see...yes, we are doing well on this side...hope all is well with you and the family

@trinirima hope you are well

@Farmer_Boycie lol

Saliba is a wonderful defender but I shit myself when he goes forward lol

Babies do NOT need cereal at 6 months. Babies should not eat any food until three things are present: They can sit – we need gravity to help digestion. They can feed themselves – their coordination is ready. They have the right teeth – milk teeth first (taste time), then molars for grinding. With the milk teeth (four at the top, four at the bottom), it’s taste time: A piece of cucumber, celery, apple – their main food is still milk. Between 14 and 22 months, the molars (grinders) come through. That’s when they’re ready for grains, because grains are carbohydrates that need grinding. Yet mothers today are told: “Your baby needs rice cereal for iron. Breast milk isn’t enough.” Has God made a mistake? Breast milk is perfectly designed for the baby at 2 weeks, 2 months, 6 months, 9 months, 12 months. What has changed is the advice, not the design.

DID YOU KNOW THAT THESE EVIL SERPENTS IN 1913 - THE ROCKEFELLERS BOUGHT EVERY HERBAL HOMEOPATHIC SCHOOL IN AMERICA THEN CLOSED THEM ALL BY 1925! Source: DarknessToLight

For most of human history, chicken was rarely on the menu. The Greeks barely ate it. Homer doesn't mention chickens at all. When they finally arrived, the eggs were the point. The hen's egg was the food. The bird itself was for cockfighting, omens, and waking the household up at an unreasonable hour. The Romans got more enthusiastic. Apicius has chicken recipes. People did, on occasion, eat the bird. But there was a calculation behind it that we've forgotten. A laying hen produces 200 to 300 eggs a year. A killed hen produces one dinner and ends the supply. Eating the chicken meant losing the eggs. So the chicken got eaten rarely, on feast days, when she'd stopped laying, or when there were enough cockerels around that nobody needed all of them. Medieval Europe ran on the same logic for a thousand years. The hen was a household appliance with feathers. She converted scraps, beetles, and whatever she could scratch out of the yard into a daily pulse of fat-soluble vitamins. You ate the eggs every day. You ate the cockerels you didn't need for breeding. You ate the hen herself when she'd done her time, and by then she required six hours in a pot and a hammer. Meat was scarcer because it cost something to produce. Every chicken dinner was a column of eggs that wouldn't be laid. People did the maths and the maths usually said: leave her alone. The chicken-as-cheap-everyday-meat is essentially a postwar invention. The bird in your supermarket has existed for about seventy years. The egg has existed for ten thousand. We forgot which one was the original product, because we forgot it ever cost anything to choose.

Italian olive oil is one of the most adulterated products in the global food supply. Estimates suggest 70 to 80% of "extra virgin olive oil" sold worldwide is either mislabelled lower-grade oil or cut with cheaper seed oils. The fraud is run by organised crime. The 'Ndrangheta operates olive oil adulteration rings that generate more profit than cocaine trafficking. They import cheap oil from Tunisia, Morocco, and Turkey, relabel it as Italian, and export it at premium prices to people who think they're buying authenticity. Or they cut extra virgin with refined olive oil, lampante (lamp oil grade, unfit for human consumption), or seed oils like sunflower and soybean, then sell the mixture as pure extra virgin to supermarkets and restaurants. The Italian government knows. The EU knows. Occasional busts happen, the headlines run for a week, the fraud continues. The margins are enormous. The penalties are a rounding error. Even the legitimate stuff has problems. Intensive olive cultivation in Spain has eroded hillsides, drained aquifers, and contaminated groundwater with pesticide runoff. Traditional groves are being torn out and replaced with high-density intensive plantations that demand irrigation in arid climates, heavy spraying, and mechanical harvesting that wrecks the soil. The waste water is highly polluting. Every litre of olive oil produces 1 to 1.5 litres of effluent loaded with organic compounds, phenols, and residual oil. It gets dumped in evaporation ponds or discharged with token treatment. Your £12 bottle of "Italian extra virgin" is probably mislabelled Tunisian oil cut with sunflower, possibly sold by organised crime, definitely draining a Mediterranean aquifer, and generating toxic waste at the press. But it's from plants. So it's definitely healthier than butter from a British dairy cow grazing on rain-fed grass three miles down the road.

Your government will let you: - Drink alcohol until your liver gives out - Smoke until your lungs do - Eat processed food until you're diabetic at 34 - Take pharmaceuticals with 35 listed side effects - Get a tattoo from a bloke named Spider in his garage - Jump out of a plane - Climb a mountain in winter - Swim with sharks for fun But they'll protect you from: - Raw milk. From a healthy cow. On a clean farm. Down the road. Funny, that. Raw milk doesn't need processing plants, pasteurisation lines, distribution networks, or corporate intermediaries taking a cut at every stage. The farmer sells it. You buy it. The transaction is finished. No middleman. No margin. No quarterly report. Call it a safety concern if you like. The supply chain knows what it really is: a threat to the business model. The regulations exist to protect the revenue, not the people drinking from it. Know the difference.

Your great-grandfather, born 1900: ate beef, butter, bread, eggs, milk, lard. Heart disease was only a footnote. Your grandfather, born 1930: ate beef, butter, bread, eggs, milk, margarine started creeping in. Heart disease climbing. Your father, born 1960: low-fat margarine, vegetable oil, lean chicken, skimmed milk, "heart-healthy" cereal. Heart disease now leading cause of death. You, born 1990: oat milk, plant-based burger, seed oil everything, statin by 45. Heart disease, diabetes, autoimmune, infertility, depression. The diet got "healthier" every decade. The population got sicker every decade. At what point do you start asking whether the people writing the dietary guidelines are the ones causing the problem they keep promising to solve?

Having been called a liar by Anthony Fauci for saying that "not one of the 72 vaccines mandated for children has ever been safety tested", RFK Jr. sued Fauci. After a year of stonewalling, Fauci's lawyers admitted that RFK Jr. had been right all along. "There's no downstream liability, there's no front-end safety testing... and there's no marketing and advertising costs, because the federal government is ordering 78 million school kids to take that vaccine every year." "What better product could you have? And so there was a gold rush to add all these new vaccines to the schedule... because if you get onto that schedule, it's a billion dollars a year for your company." "So we got all of these new vaccines, 72 shots, 16 vaccines... And that year, 1989, we saw an explosion in chronic disease in American children... ADHD, sleep disorders, language delays, ASD, autism, Tourette's syndrome, ticks, narcolepsy." "Autism went from one in 10,000 in my generation... to one in every 34 kids today."

Raw milk wasn’t banned for your health—it was targeted by the Rockefellers in the 1900s to crush small dairy farms and boost their dairy empire profits. Power, not safety, pasteurized the industry.

In 1893, a five-year-old Jewish boy named Israel Beilin stood with his mother and father on the deck of an immigrant steamship pulling into New York Harbor. They had fled the violent anti-Jewish pogroms of Imperial Russia. They had crossed Europe by train and Atlantic by steerage. They arrived at Ellis Island with no money, no English, and no plan. The boy looked up at the Statue of Liberty. Forty-five years later, he would write the song that became America's unofficial second national anthem: "God Bless America." His name became Irving Berlin. He composed roughly 1,500 songs over his career — including "White Christmas," "Easter Parade," "Cheek to Cheek," "Puttin' on the Ritz," "There's No Business Like Show Business," and many others. He could not read music. He played piano in only one key. He shaped the soundtrack of 20th century America without ever learning the technical skills most professional composers spend years acquiring. His family settled in a tenement on the Lower East Side of Manhattan. His father, a former cantor in a Russian synagogue, could not find work as a religious singer in America and took a job in a kosher poultry factory. He died when Israel was 13. Israel left school the same year. He worked as a singing waiter in a saloon in Chinatown. He sold newspapers in the streets. He composed his first song — "Marie from Sunny Italy" — at 19 and sold it for 33 cents. The publisher misspelled his name on the printed sheet music as "I. Berlin." The misspelling stuck. Israel Beilin became Irving Berlin, and Irving Berlin became, within ten years, the most successful songwriter in America. He served in the U.S. Army during World War I. He served again during World War II — donating all royalties from his songs about the war effort, including "God Bless America" and "This Is the Army," to the Army Emergency Relief Fund. The donations totaled in the millions of dollars. He never took a penny. "God Bless America" was actually written by Berlin in 1918, during World War I, but he had set it aside as too solemn. In 1938, with Nazi Germany rising in Europe, the singer Kate Smith asked him for a patriotic song for her radio show. Berlin pulled the old song out of a drawer, revised the lyrics, and gave it to her. She performed it on Armistice Day — November 11, 1938. Within weeks, it was being played on radio stations across the country. Within a year, it was being sung at the Democratic and Republican national conventions. Within a decade, it had become so embedded in American patriotic culture that millions of Americans believed it must be a 19th century folk song — written, perhaps, by Stephen Foster or some other founding-era composer. It had been written by a Russian-Jewish immigrant who had learned English on the streets of Chinatown. Irving Berlin lived to age 101. He died in 1989. He had outlived almost everyone he had ever worked with — outlived George Gershwin by 52 years, Cole Porter by 25 years, Frank Sinatra he knew well into Sinatra's old age. In his apartment on Beekman Place in Manhattan — the same apartment he had lived in for decades — there was a small piano in one corner. The piano had been modified with a special lever that allowed Berlin to play in any key while only knowing how to play in F-sharp. He used that piano to compose "White Christmas" in 1942. "White Christmas" remains the best-selling single in recorded music history. Over 50 million copies sold globally. Bing Crosby's recording of it has been played on American radio every December for 80 years. It was written by a Jewish immigrant from a Russian shtetl who had never celebrated Christmas in his life. Irving Berlin was once asked, late in his life, what he had thought when he saw the Statue of Liberty for the first time at age five. He paused. Then he said: "I thought she was waving at me."

🚨🚨 Rockefeller hizo todo lo posible para deteriorar tu salud... Se trata de un raspador de lengua de cobre, utilizado durante todo el siglo XIX, hasta que fue retirado del mercado por los Rockefeller de la industria dental... Descubrieron que el cobre era tan antibacteriano que ninguna bacteria podía sobrevivir en la boca de una persona... Esto casi llevó a la quiebra a la industria dental, valorada en billones de dólares... Cuando te llevas cobre a la boca, los iones de cobre que hay en su interior se intercambian y se cargan eléctricamente... Sabemos que los seres humanos son seres eléctricos y funcionan con energía eléctrica, por lo que descubrieron que, al usar raspadores de lengua de cobre, podían mejorar su frecuencia... Y que esto, por lo tanto, curaría instantáneamente al individuo... Esto explica perfectamente por qué se nos dice que el cobre es tóxico...

@lippyent Dr. Kildare

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The thought of Anthony Fauci facing criminal charges for his crimes against humanity fills me with joy and rage. He cannot escape culpability for what he did to this country, especially to our kids. Our children were deprived of rites of passage so he could gratify his insatiable ego, boosted by a compliant media and partisan scientific community. Every parent who dealt with the consequences of his demonic approach would cheer any measure of accountability—pardon notwithstanding.

Leah Williamson still has more chapters to write.

California's $2.2 billion solar plant is shutting down. Once hailed as a breakthrough, the Ivanpah Solar Facility in the Mojave Desert is now a case study in failed technology and environmental risk. Built with $1.6 billion in federal loans in 2014, the plant was hailed as a symbol of America's clean energy future. It used 173,000 mirrors to focus sunlight onto three massive towers heating fluid to drive steam turbines. Complicated. Expensive. And it never delivered on its promise. After just 11 years, the technology is now obsolete. On top of that, the facility became notorious for its environmental toll, with estimates of at least 6,000 birds incinerated each year by the concentrated beams. The promise was affordable, reliable, green power. The reality was high costs, technical failures and ecological damage.

The wheat in your supermarket loaf is not the wheat your great-grandmother ate. It is barely the same plant. In the 1950s, an American agronomist named Norman Borlaug crossed wheat with a Japanese dwarf variety called Norin 10. The result was a plant half the height of traditional wheat, with a thick stem that did not collapse under synthetic nitrogen fertiliser. Yields tripled. Borlaug got the Nobel Peace Prize. Famines in India and Pakistan were averted. None of that is in dispute. None of that is the point. The point is what came after the harvest. The new dwarf wheat was selected for one thing. Yield. Not flavour. Not minerals. Not digestibility. Studies comparing modern wheat with the heritage varieties grown a century earlier consistently find lower zinc, lower iron, lower magnesium, lower selenium per gram. The plant got shorter. The food got thinner. Then came the Chorleywood Bread Process, developed in 1961 in a Cheshire town that should have known better. Mix, proof, bake in three and a half hours instead of overnight. The fermentation that broke down the harder gluten fractions and the phytic acid binding the minerals was simply skipped. The loaf was, by structure, harder to digest and lower in bioavailable minerals than its slow-fermented predecessor. Then came the glyphosate. From the 1980s onwards, farmers in wet northern climates began spraying their wheat with glyphosate roughly a week before harvest. Not for weeds. To dry the crop down. The active ingredient of Roundup, sprayed directly onto the grain that becomes your flour. Global glyphosate use rose roughly fifteen-fold between 1996 and 2016. So this is the wheat sold to you as a staple food. A plant bred for yield, fermented for ninety minutes instead of overnight, sprayed with a probable carcinogen the week before it became your toast. Then you are told you are gluten intolerant. Possibly. Or possibly you are intolerant of what we have done to wheat in the last sixty years. Bred down, rushed through, and chemically dried for the convenience of an industry that does not eat its own product. Heritage varieties exist. Spelt. Einkorn. Emmer. Khorasan. Tall, slow-growing, lower-yielding, longer-fermented. Grown by a small number of stubborn farmers who refuse to use the dwarf seed. The bread takes eighteen hours instead of ninety minutes. It costs more than the supermarket loaf. Your grandmother would have recognised it. You may now connect the dots yourself.