Culture of Fear

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I’m so sick of this whole SARS thing. Everyone is going apeshit around here. And the World Health Organization has just jumped on the bandwagon and declared Toronto to be some kind of Typhoid Mary.

I am strongly reminded of Bowling for Columbine, and the whole “Culture of Fear” that seems to afflict not only our neighbours to the south, but us also.

I was talking to a nurse the other day, and during a very interesting discussion, I found out that more people die of the flu every year, than SARS. The FREAKIN’ FLU!

More than ever I am convinced this is all an elaborate scheme devised by pharmaceutical companies. As people are becoming more and more disenfranchised by the flu vaccine, a new adversary is needed.

Enter Severe Acute Respiratory Syndrome. The new evil. The new money maker. They aren’t trying to come up with a cure…no. It’s all about creating a vaccine.

Freud claimed that religion was the inoculation of the masses. I’m convinced that it’s not faith itself, but faith we’ve placed (foolishly) in our government, media and industry.

Can’t people see that it’s not a ‘war on germs’ we should be waging anyhow. Louis Pasteur, godfather of the Germ Theory, said something like this on his death bed, (please excuse the paraphrasing) “If I could do it all over again, I’d have spent more time studying the soil, rather than the germ.”

Therein lies the answer. Worry about the soil. Worry about the strength and health of the ‘host’ rather than the zillions of microbes that live on it.

Pura Vida.

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About Angela

My name is Angela. I am a 28 year old psych and criminology graduate, but I'd rather not diagnose you. I am a cuddle-slut. I can recite the entire script of The Princess Bride, (including accents) and believe that the meaning of life is contained within. Polyanna, Snap.com commercials, and Oprah 'reunion shows' make me cry. I can whistle and hum at the same time, but I cannot touch my toes. I am an expert in both listening and talking. I look good in orange. I am a writer. I kick ass in Gin, Hearts, and Cribbage but I don't understand Canasta or Bridge. I can be heard singing Broadway numbers from my shower, and have dressed up as a viking princess, (complete with aluminum foil breast plate) The Phantom of the Opera, and a Ghostbuster for Hallowe'en. I have a bird named Bean. I have a brother named Adam. They are not related. I like vanilla body lotion, peanut butter, saunas, Jim Carrey, broccoli, pets, TheOnion.com, Muppets, Kevin Smith, Corelle dishes, dry erase white-boards, Barenaked Ladies, Philosophy, the letter J, Harry Potter, picture frames, swimming, quilting, Michael Moore, genealogy, Raggedy Anne, tacky 50's tchotchke, 'Idiot's Complete Guide To' books, tweezers, feather pillows, polar dips, aquariums, Martin Luther King Jr., and Dr. Pepper. I don't like meat, gossips, cooked carrots, American Idol, mosquitoes, sweating, politics, public washrooms, tardiness, tuition, hunting, pat answers, pick up lines, brown bananas, cliches, pine scented air freshener, Kevin Costner, bacon, candied apples, pro-wrestling, humidity, and hypocrisy. Books I've read recently The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy, The Dark Tower, When Nietzsche Wept, What's So Amazing About Grace?, Catcher in the Rye, Not Wanted On the Voyage, The Red Tent, The Little Prince, The Way the Crow Flies, Slaughterhouse-Five, The Poisonwood Bible, The Fall, The Knot of Vipers, Calculating God, The Chrysalids, Sick Puppy, Nineteen Eighty-Four, Franny and Zooey, The Brothers Karamazov, and jPod. I am slightly neurotic. No I'm not. Yes I am.

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