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My ex-wife's mother got diagnosed with breast cancer in the 1990's. She went home and started researching. I don't know how, because she wasn't on the Internet at the time and that was the early wild west days of the internet, anyway. But she ended up going to the health food store and buying some herbs. She took them, went back to the doctor three months later, and had zero signs of breast cancer. I have no idea what she took (this was long before I met her, and she died at 92 years old about 10 years ago). All I know is that the theory she was working with was that a lot of cancer is actually caused by parasites, and if you target the parasites with the right herbs, your immune system will target and clean up the cancerous cells on its own. I'm certainly no expert on the matter, I just know that she was diagnosed with cancer and then three months later it was gone and it never returned.

I always liked Sid because I did the same shit.

No, no, no. You don't need a REASON to buy an oxygen acetylene torch. You just buy one.

One of my mom's friends recently lost her husband, and apparently he set up a "NAZZZ" in her house that her entire digital life runs on and it breaks a lot and he used to fix it. Now she is completely overwhelmed and my mom has asked me if I would go to her house and try to figure out exactly what he did and help her understand it.

Hell no, I'm going to go to her house and undo it all and tell her to live a simple life without that crap. Fuckin boomers

I've been saying for a while that it's time to redesign the $20 bill to match our modern times.

The important thing to remember is that women's opinions on penis size is completely irrelevant in literally every situation.

She is mentally ill. I doubt she understands it either. Could be that jews are paying her to continue to be a turbowhore so that other young women will think that's an option.

That's what Welbutrin did to me except the spiders were inside my skin.

Can't discount that "Iranians" who want to kill Loomer might just be some people who happen to be Iranian or Iranian-adjacent and are grossed out by her. Like, somebody stopped an Iranian immigrant on the street and showed them a picture and said, "What do you think about Laura Loomer" and the person looked at the picture and said "Ew, gross! Kill it with fire!" Then Loomer is like, "Hey, I can use this to make the war all about meeeeeee"

It's a neat gimmick but if you're too faggy to pull a cord, you can get an adapter for a battery powered drill to start one now. Those things were marketed towards milquetoasts and women.

Hey I remember those. I just don't know how she found the specific herbs. There was almost certainly a book she read that had that info, but I have no idea what book it was. Actually I wish I knew. I have a lot of books on herbalism but I might not have that one.

I walked out of a restaurant one time and there was a lady out there who was waiting for a pickup order and had brought her St. Bernard with her. He was laying next to the picnic table where she was sitting--the kind of picnic table that is 6' long. He was longer than the table. She said he was happy to get pets so I did. He was just a gigantic happy dog. I didn't wait around to see if she mounted up and rode him away like a horse.

He's going to be in there with some pretty tough dudes and he's a little bitch. So if he starts stinkin', they may beat the shit out of him for it. Hell, they may just blame any nasty smells on the negro and beat the shit out of him for fun.

When I moved to NYC from Alabama, I kept running into people I knew. It was weird. Made me wonder if this whole thing really is a simulation and we're actually all just in a big room, physically near each other, experiencing an open world video game that runs out of memory sometimes and recycles people from the past back into each others' simulation bubbles.

Yeah, Louie makes the pies and his wife makes the cheese steaks. They have an open kitchen with a long bar down the middle of the restaurant so you're sitting there chatting with them and watching them work while they get your food out. Then he puts this glorious pie in front of you, waits a few minutes, and comes back with a worried look on his face and says, "Is it okay?" It's actually called Louie's Pickles because he's famous for his homemade pickles that he sells at festivals all over the Southeast. You can buy the pickles to go from a cooler up front. I got some of his sweet heat pickles and they were so good I drank the damn brine.

I hope you've found good pizza. I love the South, but damn, we struggle to make good pizza for some reason.

You have given me an idea. I should put these in my peanut butter machine and see what happens.

I was adventurous, it was a good time. Ultimately it made me appreciate what we have in Alabama a lot more.

For breakfast this morning I just stood in the pea patch and ate peas right off the vines.

It's too bad you couldn't keep the extra weight in a pile somewhere so you could show it to people.

Milo's tea is pretty good, but the sweet version is so sweet I only taste syrup. I usually fill my cup a little more than half with unsweet and then top it off with sweet.

And remember, every minuscule flaw you see on yourself in a magnifying mirror is something that everyone else can't stop noticing.

Oh look a mushroom popped up what's it's name?

T H E V O M I T E R

Fuckin awesome.

Pfft. It called these great things about me "weaknesses."

They were doing this over my area a couple of years ago. I got spooked by the helicopter that was ripping back and forth over my property so I grabbed the tail number and went down the rabbit hole. I also was quite alright with it once I understood what was happening.

The thing about Alabama is, the negroes are all concentrated in one of two places--the Black Belt, where the descendants of the retarded plantation field niggers still live, and the city centers, where the free nigger shit is. A properly divided Alabama congressional map will basically remove the political power of the city niggers, but it would be a stretch to say it's "fair" to carve up the black belt to divide that voting bloc, and trying to do it would likely send another round of lawsuits to the Supreme Court. So we'll probably still have one nigger representative, unless Whites suddenly decide they want to live in the Black Belt in such numbers that they outnumber the niggers. Some of the Black Belt counties are 70-80% super retard niggers, so it's not a nice place to live. Montgomery County is 57% nigger, but there's 130,000 of them, so even if you are in White enclaves, you still have to move about through large clusters of niggers. However, the White representatives who end up being assigned Huntsville, Birmingham, and Mobile will certainly be less inclined to suckle at the big government tit for funds to give away to the niggers there, and ending that grift will likely be much better for Whites. I personally think the best thing to do would be to figure out how to tell the city core niggers in Birmingham, Huntsville, and Mobile that the gravy train is ending but California loves them and wants to help them. We've been getting Whites from California migrating into Alabama to escape that ridiculousness, so it's only fair that we trade back some of our population. If I can have a bullet-proof compartment with its own HVAC so I don't have to smell them, I'll drive a busload a week.

I lived in NYC for a while, so I can appreciate a good unsweetened tea. But if you come south, be prepared for it. Tea is sweet by default and it's so sweet that you'll think you're going to have to trade a foot to the 'beetus when you taste it.

I've got a list of the best pizza places in Alabama and it's short. I did live in NYC for a while, so I had access to good yankee pizza, and the only place I'd seriously put in the same range as some of those is Louie's in Attalla. But Louie only makes 50 dough balls a day so if you don't get in early, you get no pizza. He has a hard rule about maintaining quality over quantity. Mellow Mushroom is definitely a few steps above the nigger-tier national chains.

I thought women's hobbies were cooking, cleaning, doing laundry, canning and preserving, sewing, and braiding their hair.

One of the few things I disagree with about the South is how much sugar we put in our sweet tea. I can't drink it and have to ask for it half and half (and even then it's still often too sweet).

I'm not sure how I'm going to work it into the layout, but I want to build a replica of the gatehouse and have my early 50's vintage Lionel train pull some of the working cattle cars up to a corral and unload custom jews into it. I think I want to set up a soundboard that plays a chorus of "oy veys" as they unload.

Yes, I've had that conversation with a lot of upstate New Yorkers.