Wednesday, April 19, 2017

...and in the manner of Yoalo balladeers -- a manner he recalled vividly -- he gestured with his right hand to illustrate matters of fact, with his left to embellish and indicate things beyond his knowledge

After the recent investigations in France of several farm-based laboratories transforming bovine by-products into Healing Substances, with Lesley Hutchings (purveyor of proteinaceous skin-cream) claiming to be among those arrested, we were all Magog Gog agog, here at the Riddled Conspiracy-Theory Appreciation Club, to see how this persecution of Alt-Med would be subsumed to the Great Culling of Holistic Quacks story-line.
Oglaf reconstruction
of farm laboratory

The way the Great Culling narrative works, any bottom-feeding medscammer who succumbed to heart-attack / jealous partner / disgruntled client / party drugs is retconned into a victim of wet-work agents from Big Pharma / World Gubblement / the Rothschilds, bumped off (yet strangely there seem to be no fewer of them) to suppress their knowledge of the CURE for cancer / autism / psoriasis. The tale grew in the telling as it was recited around campfires in the Sepulchral Voice, and the death-toll typically numbers from 60 to 80, depending on the narrator's sense of the audience's credulity and appetite for outrage. One hears it now from everyone in the business, for not to fear for one's life would amount to an admission that one knows too little to threaten the Elite Master-Plan. And Lesley was no exception:
I just am thankful that I do not live in a country where handguns are routinely carried, in the USA the outcome for doctors involved with gcmaf in 2015 was much worse, with many dying under suspicious circumstances.
I am glad to be out of it alive. They will launch their new product at any cost to human life.
One can easily forget that the whole ubiquitous yarn is less than two years old -- it only entered the collective grifting repertoire when a serial charlatan (Jeff Bradstreet) discovered that his succession of autism scams had become the subject of federal curiosity, and promptly ventilated his ribcage, perhaps to let out some of the bullshit. His peers seized upon his demise to embroider their own income-enhancing fabrications -- for what more fitting way to commemorate Bradstreet's career than to coopt it for fraud? -- and talked the suckers out of $8000 to fund a vapourware Ed-Wood-movie account of his assassination.*

Your mission, should you decide to accept it, is to read a recent communiqué on l'Affaire de Hutchings from the very heart of Alt-Med [Bradstreet & Lee-Bradstreet, 2017]. Second author there is Candice Lee-Bradstreet, erstwhile distributor of Lesley's MAFactive products, now shifting her loyalty to the new brand "Glycoplus". It is a classic of the genre. It is targetted at a reality-averse, Truther-minded readership and so is punctuated with the worship words FALSE FLAG and FAKE NEWS like Lego pieces embedded in labrador poop... these do not denote meanings or literal false-flag operations like the Gleiwitz provocation, but rather are shibboleths, signaling to the audience that the authors share (a) their disdain for facts and (b) the belief-protecting worldview they assembled in the manner of a caddis-fly case, from fragmentary conspiracy memes stuck together with spittle and bong-hits. Go and read it, the power of Ira Dei the Dragon-onna-string compels you!

I will look at these bejazzled caddis-fly cases until you get back.**

...Just saying, "We have built several business on that principal alone" would make a good punchline for a Keats-&-Chapman joke. In which Keats is found operating a clandestine snake-oil mail-order scam from an office he improvised in the mausoleum of his old headmaster at Greyfriars.

Potential customers are assured that the new suppliers of GlycoPlus creams are above-board, and in fact have been in the business longer than MAFactive and Lesley, who may well have stolen their recipe. The main point, though, is to snatch back the mantle of persecuted victimhood; we learn if Lesley Hutchings was indeed arrested ["We have not been able to verify any of the related facts regarding what happened in France. There was nothing on the International wire service, news or television"], it was not due to illegality of the merchandise, but purely through her incompetence with details of paperwork and packaging ["noncompliance concerns regarding MAF Toothpaste leaking and packaging issues, along with faulty ingredient declarations pertaining to the paste"].

A high-minded tone of dismissive irritation pervades the communiqué, and Candice is having none of Lesley's histrionic paranoia, for she maintains a sense of intellectual ownership and proprietary protectiveness over the whole Great Culling narrative. She wants her readers to use the conspiracy-theory aegis wisely and not extend it over unworthy beneficiaries; perhaps that would wear out the batteries. The cordial tone has gone that prevailed when we first encountered Candice [she had just branched into the proteinaceous skin-cream racket, having previously confined her activities to an organic food MLM and her range of organic vitality bars that are gluten-free, grain-free, GMO-free, nut-free, dairy-free and seemingly devoid of any contents except sawdust and compacted soil]:
I was sent a sample of the cream by the wonderful Lesley Hutchings.  .. I am so thankful to Lesley for her brilliance, her passion and her love for people and her admiration for my wonderful brother in law, Dr. Jeff Bradstreet.  She has truly honored him and his memory with this wonderful cream!**
Anyway, this is perhaps the cream of the jest -- a claim for the brother-in-law's priority in the creation of Magic Yoghurt:
In fact, prior to Jeff’s death we were starting negotiations with him to develop and set up for retail distribution the Bravo yogurt he developed with Dr. Ruggerio
If this were true, then distributing Bravo through the "Reactivated Wellness" webshop would compete with Ruggiero's pre-existing network (Silver Spring Sagl and Les Alpes). Has it occurred to Candice that the person most motivated to remove J. Bradstreet from the scene was in fact Ruggiero himself, impresario of mystical dairy products?

But gratifying though it is to see Ruggiero relegated to the status of Igor the assistant, the sad facts remain forged records show him proclaiming the HIV-clearing powers of Magic Yoghurt back in 2011 when J. Bradstreet was still dabbling in stem-cell scams as his prefered autism exploit. So we must conclude FAKE NEWS!! FALSE FLAG!!... or to translate from the original Truther, "More full of shit than a 10-pound pigeon".
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* Anyone wishing to see Alt-Med Trutherism in its pure, unalloyed glory should hie themselves to Healing Oracle or MotherNature, nominally devoted to spruiking GcMAF, but Amanda Mary Jewell has turned them into full-bore pukefunnels of conspiratorial ideation plagiarised from all across the Loonisphere. The latest Pharma Assassin Death Tolls alternate with evergreens like "Vaccines-as-sterility-drugs", and outrage that anyone might interfere with cervical cancer (which is God's way of smiting sluts).

Truther paranoid style has much in common with Alzheimers... both reveal the victim's innermost personality, liberating it from the constraints of factual consistency in the first instance, and from the behavioural overlay of socialisation in the second. But no-one could have expected that inside every Truther, beneath the fetus-fondling fundamentalism, the kernel belief system would turn out to be anti-semitism.

In the light of AMJ's fixation on the Rothschilds as the centre of the New World Order, her other preoccupation with fetus in the fast-food looks awfully like a dog-whistled form of the old Blood Libel.

[Thx Dora]
** Caddis-fly larvae especially like assembling their conspiracy theories protective cases from gold fragments so that they are prepared for economic collapse.


*** J. Bradstreet himself evidently had no time for MAFactive products, which he regarded as competition "not safe".

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