We Can't Trust Pharmaceutical Companies

We Can't Trust Pharmaceutical Companies.

period

money = greed
greed = lack of conscience

Conscience is an ability or a faculty that distinguishes whether one's actions are right or wrong. It leads to feelings of remorse when one does things that go against his/her moral values, and to feelings of rectitude or integrity when one's actions conform to our moral values.

Premarin

Premarin. Premarin is an estrogen extracted from Pregnant Mare’s Urine. We now know it is associated with an increased risk of heart disease

FIND OUT THE TRUTH ABOUT ABUSE TO HORSES & THEIR FOALS BORN AS A BY-PRODUCT OF THIS DRUG'S PRODUCTION
http://www.premarin.org/

http://www.geocities.com/shawcreekfarm/Premarin_Foals/premarin_foals.html
IT'S SAD BEYOND BELIEF!

What most of these women do not know is that 40,000 mares per year are used to produce Premarin. These horses live lives filled with suffering: they are kept continually pregnant in stalls too small for them to turn around; when they can no longer reproduce or they become lame, they follow their foals to the slaughterhouse; their meat is then sold for human consumption or dog food ...taken from http://www.lcanimal.org/invest/premarin2.htm

http://www.uan.org/index.cfm?navid=16

Truth

winter

once again winter is upon us
cold frozen wind
bites all who dares
expose themselves

I suppose it won't be long
till warm spring
forces open my doors
and windows again

now for frost proof patients

aging

some days in life
age more than others
it's like I can feel
hair turning gray

in the mirror
my face hardened
in a new way
I don't like

multiple pains
of maturing
I believe
this is why

I play
hard and often
my offset
a childhood way
I refuse
to leave behind

Funeral Week

Hello!

Ah, Saturday morning in Boone, Iowa.

I just put the dogs outside. Must have been foggy last night, each chain link of their dog run is covered with little frosty hairs, like frozen mold grown right out of the wire, delicate & extremely fragile. Chunks of white frost land on my black dogs as frozen night signs slip away from daylight's melting sunshine.



Barks of frustration tell of their bondage within their wire world. Lucky for those neighborhood rabbits who only search bites to eat in this winter white world.



Saturday morning brings me food shows on public television. Long past Julia Childs tempts my palete with bread as today's guest shares sourdough treats from San Francisco. I miss cooking more.



Ending this funeral week, death always prompts thought & retrospection. I did not like going to that funeral. It was a group I do not identify with. I suspect in the end, he will be declared a drug death, they say he fell & hit his head, but if that was so, we'd already confirmed that by his autopsy. Years ago, we waited over 2 months to get Gary's toxicology results. I can't believe they make anyone grieving wait that long. It's a strange world we live in.



Anyway, all those meth heads showed up, sitting it toothless rows, I watched as they squirmed, awaiting release from this pause so they could hook up and forget today's message of obvious danger and continue on their drug laden path. No sadder than any other day, it's just not often all these junkies are gathered in such neat display. And it's not often it's so in my face.

Weather Report Boone Iowa

foggy. very foggy. The whole state is covered in a thick layer, drive conditions are horrific, with visibility less .2 of a mile. Looking out I see trees and bushes, all insulated with a frozen crystal layer, like they are ice trees sprouting ice cycles shaped like branches. Tuesday we only got a few inches of snow, everything still looks clean, white and almost sterile. My yard looks suspended in it's wait for spring, hidden plants lay motionless, quietly patient. Rabbit & squirrel tracks pretty much the only decorations on my flat white lawn.

definition of a moment

fearful

sadness

fear

hope

faith

karma

destiny