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I am an obscure great-great-grandson of Oscar Adolphe Barcelo & Eugenie Beaudry of MontrΓ©al.

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Sunday, 19 May 2019

πŸ’€πŸ’€πŸ’€ Common Hidden Food Additive That Impairs Immune Systems


As reported in yesterday's post, my intimation that my younger brother would be coming home that evening with his girlfriend Bev proved correct ─ and I had to cancel out after the first round of the very first match in an MMA programme I had tuned in.

I also had to scotch the idea I had of using our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box to locate an old T.V. Western series for us to watch instead of a movie ─ Bev had no interest in starting in on a series she was unlikely ever to see anymore of.

Left with no recourse but to find us a movie, I selected one titled BlacKkKlansman that we had never heard of.

We all enjoyed it. The lead actor whom I had also never heard of ─ a chap apparently called John David Washington ─ sounded to me so much like actor Richard T. Jones of T.V. series such as Judging Amy and The Rookie that I found myself recurringly wondering if somehow it really was him that was hidden under the Afro and beard of the movie character.

However, Richard T. Jones is quite a large man, and John David Washington is not.

As is usual when Bev stays over, her white wine took its toll and my brother had to escort her up to his bedroom for the night well before he and I finished up our evening.

It must have been around 1:00 a.m. by the time I was into bed. I had held myself to just one of the cans of strong (8% alcohol) beer that I keep in stock.

Evidently my recent paucity of adequate sleep manifested last night, for it was after 4:00 a.m. before I felt up to rising in order to turn on and log into my computer in order to have it warmed up for later use.

I returned to bed, and did not rise to actually use my computer until shortly after 5:00 a.m., feeling poorly slept.

I soon got at the day's content for the new post I have begun at one of my six hosted websites, but I had to call off the task before the assignment was completed ─ it was approaching 8:00 a.m., and for all I knew my brother and Bev might soon be rising for the morning.

I needed more sleep than what I had thus far managed overnight.

I acquired a little more, and may have been back up around 10:00 a.m. Bev was seated out on the backyard sundeck steps having a smoke, and my brother was showering.

I fixed up my day's first hot caffeinated beverage and was soon at work finishing off that website content assignment.

Normally my brother and Bev hang around into the afternoon before they head away, but they had plans to attend the Cloverdale Rodeo that is being held this Victoria Day long weekend. Consequently, they left here ahead of noon ─ the start of today's competition was 2:30 p.m., but they had a few things to do first.

Well, my brother phoned me just after 12:45 p.m. to report that they weren't going to attend. It would cost them $10 apiece just to get into the fairgrounds, and then at least another $20 apiece for tickets to the rodeo itself.

He claimed that the last time he attended the rodeo some years ago, price of admission for the rodeo ─ these were tickets bought beforehand elsewhere here in Surrey ─ included admission into the fairgrounds.

Alas, at that point I needed another nap or I would not be able to confront today's scheduled exercises out in the backyard toolshed. But instead, I delayed by submitting to base corruption.

I thereafter did get that relatively short nap, but it is now 3:53 p.m. and I have yet to set foot outside.

The day has been quite sunny, so I am going to take a break now and see what I can do to make some amends.

Incidentally, both of my stepsons are home. I was in consultation with the youngest because I just discovered that his mother's new cellphone bill is due to be paid today, and I did not believe that had yet been done.

He called his mother, and sure enough ─ she hadn't paid it, and thought that I had already done so.

I accessed our chequing account online and set up a payment to be made, so I hope all has gone well and she will not be hit with a late payment charge.

oooooooooooooo

I did unexpectedly well with those toolshed exercises. And as I was finishing up with the final few push-ups that constituted the final exercise I currently have in that regimen, my youngest stepson presented himself ─ he was going to mow the backyard lawn.

I took these three candid shots of the 21-year-old once I had returned into the house:




I am very disappointed with how my day has turned out for me ─ I never even sat in the sunshine. I hate this.

My brother has just returned home ─ it is 6:11 p.m. I had been wondering if I might yet get out and do some grocery shopping, so that has now become impossible.

I shall close this post with some articles reporting on some very recent research concerning a common food additive that I have never seen listed on any food labels that I can ever recall ─ something called tert-butylhydroquinone (tBHQ).

Perhaps it's one one of those substances that food manufacturers don't feel compelled to mention on food labels.

At any rate, the research has found that this chemical that does us no good and is only in processed food to benefit the manufacturers ─ as is always the case ─ is apparently able to suppress immune systems.

None of us need our immune systems suppressed ─ it's how we fend off disease organisms.

Now, the research was only performed on mice, but that shouldn't make any of us dismissive of the study's results.

Read about the chemical for yourself at these three websites:

JacksDailyDose.com

QZ.com

EurekAlert.com

As the first article points out, there is no reason to just warn that the additive will make us more susceptible to the flu. Obviously, it will make us more susceptible to EVERYTHING!

 

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