HPV Vaccine = Sterility?

This is an old story but I saw it pop up in my news feed recently and I wanted to have a little talk about Gardasil and sterility.

“The Japanese people are reporting side effects ranging from “long-term pain and numbness to infertility and paralysis.” In the wake of these complaints, the Japanese government has decided to withdraw its support for these widely pushed and controversial HPV inoculations.”

I started pondering the link between Gardasil and sterility when I saw this nugget back in 2012. U.S. Teen Pregnancy Rates at an all-time Low. Hm. What caught my eye was the percentage decrease in the teen birth rate over one years time. From 2009 to 2010 it dropped 9% overall. I saw a more recent article that showed a 10% from 2012 to 2013 as well.

From 2005 to 2007 it actually went UP. From 2007 to 2009 it went down 3%. From 2009 to 2010 it went down 9% and is declining fast and steady since.

It’s quite a steep drop compared to the overall slow decline that’s been happening since the 90’s.
[There was a steep decline in the 90’s  that leveled off to a slow decline in the early 2000’s. Which is probably part education, shifting attitudes and social roles –and partly… BPA and phthalates and other endocrine disruptors. Watch The Disappearing Male for a clue on that.]

As for the sudden sharp decline in 2010… Some of it may be that the Plan B pill was made available without a prescription for those 17 and older (15 year old girls have 17 year old friends) in 2009 but two things pop into mind on that issue. Most teen pregnancies are unplanned, by the time the teen knows she’s pregnant it is too late for Plan B. Also, I recall a coworker buying it, it was pricey at $50 a pop. No teen girl is popping that pill every time she’s having unprotected sex.

Also from this page, you can see the rate started to take it’s turn in 2008. Right when the HPV vaccines were being pushed. By the end of 2007, 25% of the target age group had had at least 1 of the 3 shot series. The steep decline begins when the shots began.
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Seems to me that a study should be done. Let’s look at the girls having sex, the ones getting pregnant, the ones NOT getting pregnant –and their HPV vaccine status.

What are ‘the powers that be’ attributing the sudden sharp decline in teen pregnancies too? Well…. hold your hats!

Education programs. Condoms. And… the ECONOMY.
Try to not laugh when you read this from this page:
It says,

“Between 2005 and 2008, the teenage pregnancy rate decreased in 30 states and increased in 22 states. Then between 2008 and 2010, the teen pregnancy rate declined in all 50 states. Larger trends around fertility behaviors and economics, especially the recession in 2008, study authors wrote, may have played a larger role in the recent decline.”
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So let me get this straight… Jack and Diane are fooling around in the back of his car and Diane is begging for some sweet sweet loving… and Jack says, “Baby… with the recession… I just don’t think this is a good idea!” Yeah. That happened. *eye roll*

So let’s cast that stupidity aside.

Better education.
What did they do that was SO different in 2007/8 that suddenly made teens see the light? I have googled.  I can’t find anything life changing.

Contraception
Can anyone find me numbers that show a sudden uptick in purchase and use of contraception… because I can’t find those numbers either.

The vaccine manufacturers are the ones who study and report the safety and efficacy of their products to the FDA in hopes of buying… er… gaining approval.   Once approved they can never ever be sued for these products.

So, maybe Gardasil and Cervarix cause sterility. Maybe not. I think it calls for some real studies.  I think it’s cause to NOT vaccinate your daughters AND SONS with this vaccine –since the manufacturer hasn’t even bothered to study the vaccines affects on reproduction. NOT STUDIED.

Add in the deaths associated  with these vaccines?  Toys get recalled  after 2-3 deaths. Yet, Gardasil  has been implicated in over 100 deaths last time I looked. But it’s still out there.  After Merck made 3 billion off the girls they begin pushing it on boys.
Now they are pushing it on gay men and anyone with HIV/AIDS.
They are trying to kill you –while making a few more billion.

For a vaccine that isn’t even needed. Vaccines and mass vaccination programs ought to be analyzed on their benefits outweighing their risks.  That doesn’t happen in this country anymore.  Just like Hep B, HPV will clear on its own or not even go on to cause cancer in the vast majority of cases. –And I am not even getting into what is really causing cancer and how to avoid it, or cure it. Read this for starters.

There are a lot of experts out there saying this vaccine is safe and that the deaths aren’t related –but how can they make such bold statements when these perfectly healthy girls are suddenly dropping dead after their HPV vaccines and the autopsies are giving no answers.

You have to be smart enough to not fall for this bullshit.  Doctors are now allowed to give the shot to kids as young as 9. There is talk of moving the shot up to the routine childhood immunization schedule.  What will they say then when sudden infant deaths spike at that point? Coincidence…. again? After all, vaccines do appear to be the leading cause of coincidence in this country. I am sure they will figure out some new way to convince you there is no link.

Cabbage ‘Noodles’

So you are a recovering sugar addict now on a grain free diet, yet you were raised Italian and miss pasta? Hey! Me too!

Two words, bitches: Cabbage Noodles.
They are easy. Cut a small head of cabbage in half for two people (no left overs, so second helpings won’t be a temptation!).
Slice it up, and the slice up the slices into strips.

(Click on photos to enlarge)

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So, partly that is a small head of cabbage, and partly I have giant hands and super long fingers. Great for flipping people off.

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Now, be sure to snack on handfuls of raw cabbage while you wait for the water to boil.

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Noms.

Boil it for about 5 minutes until the cabbage is starting to turn translucent.  I say no longer. You want some crunch, you don’t want soggy mush.

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In the meantime this was happening in another pan:

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I used to make sweet and hot sauce with lots of sugar. Broke the sugar in my sauce habit… but didn’t leave behind the heat. Lots of red pepper flakes and jalapenos in this batch.

Then this happened:
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I swear to you, it’s even better than pasta.
Give it a go.  Gavin’s not a fan, this is how he rolls:

Lettuce wraps
Lettuce wraps

So make some cabbage noodles and let me know how you like it.

 

Robbed.

My son with autism turns 18 this fall. He should be about to begin his senior year of high school. That’s not happening. I was just thinking about what I was doing at his age. I spent the summer before my senior year at Fort Leonard Wood, Mo. Wearing camo and combat boots.

My friend Carla and I. FLW. MO August 1993.
My friend Carla and I. FLW. MO August 1993.

Early June 1993. I got on a plane for the first time and flew halfway across the country by myself. I remember the feelings of doubt in my gut as I wondered what the fuck I had gotten myself into, but there was excitement too, and I was pretty happy with the decision I had made. It was my first taste of freedom.

You spend a few days in a reception battalion before you go off to basic training. It was over a weekend and I can remember we actually got to go to a dance one of the last nights. Yeah. It’s not your dad’s boot camp. I met a guy named Greg. He was my two hour long crush for the evening. Later I went on to name my rifle after him.

...and I will name him Greg, and pet him, and love him...
…and I will name him Greg, and pet him, and love him…

I had a lot of fun there. I know that is not the point, but I am weird. I loved the camping. I loved the smell of musty canvas tents. I loved playing in the dirt. I loved field chow. I loved the friends. I loved the crazy drill sergeants. I loved the firing range. I loved the smell of gun powder –the only downside of the range was from being right handed, but left eye dominant. You have to lean over the rifle farther. Hot spent brass goes down your shirt… into your bra. Just sayin’ –Yeah, I loved it all. Best summer camp, ever.

Me in Basic Training.
Me in Basic Training.

I still had one year of school to go, but I knew I was going to transfer to the Regular Army and was loving this new beginning. I suppose I cut all the crazy fun short by having a kid at age 21, but I was OK with that because I had lived a million lifetimes in those few short years between high school and parenthood. Great friends, great adventures, drama filled break-ups, hook-ups, parties, fights, love, hate, drunken shenanigans –shit… you name it, I did it. I loved every minute of it and wouldn’t trade a single minute of it. Those moments helped make me who I am. For better or worse. My choices. Good ones. Bad ones. My life. It was mine to live or fuck up as I saw fit. My beautifully flawed autonomous life.

My son? Oh, he’s still just pacing the house. Begging me to take him to the store to buy a big bottle of soda. Screaming when a computer program doesn’t work right. I KNOW he wants to be on his own, but he cannot. He will ask me to leave. He will ask if he can drive. I finally had to tell him one day, “Gavin, because of your autism and seizure history, you can never drive a car.” [For those who are not familiar with him, he is nowhere near high functioning. He is severely autistic. He doesn’t effectively communicate. His IQ tests very low. His brain was significantly damaged.]

He’ll never get a chance to fuck up big, to fail big. He’ll never get a chance to make decisions without me.  He won’t get to learn as he goes –to mold himself into the adult person of his own choosing.  He’ll never get a chance win big, to succeed big –to set a goal and prove himself even better than his wildest dreams.  I am not saying there is no one in there –but his physical limitations prevent him from exploring his talents.  One example, he is extremely musically talented –but his auditory PAIN AND SUFFERING prevent him from developing that talent. (I already know I am going to have people from the ND crowd telling me he CAN and I am selling my son short.  But you don’t know MY son’s autism. Period. You don’t live in my house.)

Robbed. --at 'vaccine needle' point.
Robbed. –at ‘vaccine needle’ point.

He was robbed. Of his entire autonomous adult life.
He is a child inside, frozen in time. In the body of an adult man.
He won’t be meeting some girl named Kaitlyn at a battalion dance. He won’t be naming his rifle after her. He won’t be making new life-long friends. He won’t get to enjoy the smell of musty tents and gunpowder, or feel the burns from freshly ejected shell casings going down his shirt. No first kiss. No fist fights over a girl. No drunken night time water skiing on a boat with no lights 😉 No college. No high school diploma. No first car. No adult life.

Because Vaccines. Because Autism. Because people didn’t, and still can’t, see what we are doing to generations of children.  Yes, I KNOW my son was genetically susceptible to vaccine damage, but that doesn’t make the vaccines less guilty.
We are killing our kids. Literally sometimes, figuratively other times. He was robbed.