It’s Monday again.
Yeah, I know, man. I feel the same way, and it can be summed up in three letters: “F. M. L.”
Fortunately, your good friend the Didact is here to make it all better by amusing, edumacating, and diverting you.
So let’s get started – with the adolt edumacation part.
Actually, I’m being rather uncharitable here (to myself), because this first video is really very entertaining and highly informative. It’s by a really rather affable and grandfatherly old gentleman named James Randi, who takes sledgehammer to the entire edifice of psychics, homeopathy, and “alternative lifestyle” ideas and points out that when you assume things, you make an ass out of you and me:
Now, James Randi is not everyone’s cup of tea, nor should he be. He is what we might call a High Church Atheist, which means he is a royal asshole on the subject of Christianity and the True Faith – yet seldom, if ever, mounts serious criticisms of Islam and Judaism. He is also gayer than springtime, though you wouldn’t know it from looking at him.
And he isn’t actually American. He was originally Canadian – thereby doing very little to dispel the stereotype that Canada is America’s weird overly polite gay cousin – but became a naturalised American after watching the Royal Canadian Mounted Police trash a room in search of drugs and illicit substances without any evidence.
So basically, he became a citizen of a country originally founded on Christian ideals and beliefs because he didn’t like the way that Canada treated its own people.
Try to wrap your head around that.
Nonetheless, he does a very good job of breaking down and exposing a lot of charlatanry and nonsense for what it is. And I give him full credit for that.
Your long read of the week is all about chemotherapy and whether or not it actually works. Spoiler alert – yes, it does, but you have to use it in the right way, and it works for a fairly limited spectrum of cancers:
If there’s one medical treatment that proponents of “alternative medicine” love to hate, it’s chemotherapy. Rants against “poisoning” are a regular staple on “alternative health” websites, usually coupled with insinuations or outright accusations that the only reason oncologists administer chemotherapy is because of the “cancer industrial complex” in which big pharma profits massively from selling chemotherapeutic agents and oncologists and hospitals profit massively from administering them. Indeed, I’ve lost track of the number of such rants I’ve deconstructed over the years. Usually, they boil down to two claims: (1) that chemotherapy doesn’t work against cancer (or, as I’ve called it before, the “2% gambit“) and (2) that the only reason it’s given is because doctors are brainwashed in medical school or because of the profit motive or, of course, because of a combination of the two. Of course, the 2% gambit is based on a fallacious cherry picking of data and confusing primary versus adjuvant chemotherapy, and chemotherapy does actually work rather well for many malignancies, but none of this stops the flow of misinformation.
Misinformation and demonization aside, it is also important to realize that the term “chemotherapy,” which was originally coined by German chemist Paul Ehrlich, was originally intended to mean the use of chemicals to treat disease. By this definition, virtually any drug is “chemotherapy,” including antibiotics. Indeed, one could argue that by this expansive definition, even the herbal remedies that some alternative medicine practitioners like to use to treat cancer would be chemotherapy for the simple reason that they contain chemicals and are being used to treat disease. Granted, the expansive definition evolved over the years, and these days the term “chemotherapy” is rarely used to describe anything other than the cytotoxic chemotherapy of cancer that in the popular mind causes so many horrific side effects. But in reality virtually any drug used to treat cancer is chemotherapy, which is why I like to point out to fans of Stanislaw Burzynski that his antineoplastons, if they actually worked against cancer, would be rightly considered chemotherapy, every bit as much as cyclophosphamide, 5-fluorouracil, and other common chemotherapeutics.
Chemotherapy, not surprisingly, is easy to demonize. There are few treatments that cause such odious side effects, and when taken to its fullest extreme, such as complete ablation of a cancer patient’s bone marrow in preparation for a bone marrow transplant, chemotherapy can be brutal. It’s also true that for advanced solid malignancies, it only tends to produce palliation or a prolongation in survival, not a cure, and people with cancer want a cure. Palliation just isn’t that appealing, for obvious reasons. When people think of chemotherapy, they think of hair falling out, nausea and vomiting, fatigue, and death. Since chemotherapy is often given for more advanced malignancies, it’s sometimes hard to tell how many of these symptoms (other than the hair loss) are due to the cancer and how much they are due to side effects of the chemotherapy, and many people incorrectly blame chemotherapy for the deaths of their loved ones with cancer. Also, because, like radiation therapy, chemotherapy is often given in the adjuvant setting (i.e., in addition to curative surgery in order to decrease the risk of recurrence and death), it’s very easy to produce stories in which people with cancer refuse chemotherapy and/or radiation therapy after surgery and attribute their survival not to the conventional therapy (surgery) but to whatever quackery they chose to use. When used in early stage cancer, although its relative efficacy can seem large, for example a 30% decrease in the risk of dying, if the risk of dying of cancer is only 10% to begin with, that’s only a 3% survival benefit on an absolute basis.
I’m all for criticising medical treatments that are highly expensive and ineffective. But let’s not throw the baby out with the bathwater. There are cancer treatment therapies that work. Those who say that chemotherapy only works 2% of the time are being seriously disingenuous.
SKYNET WILL KILL US ALL!!! – by… turning up the thermostat???:
Honestly, at this point, being a progressive idiot (Lord, forgive me my redundancies) or a Gamma male should be grounds for immediate solitary confinement, for the good of the victim and those around zher.
Here’s an old news special – back from the days, ever so long ago, when Always Bullshitting Commies was actually at least somewhat competent at reporting news – on the trials and tribulations involved in going overseas to find a foreign bride in Ukraine or any other FSU state:
Speaking of dirty bathwater – Instathots gonna thot:
And on that same note – good old PJ discovers that if you stare at the Abyss, sometimes, the Abyss stares back:
I went and looked up Belle Delphine, and all I can say is… Father, forgive me, for I am truly a dumbass.
Not just that, but a dumbass with access to a search engine and not enough common bloody sense to know not to go looking at thots doing thotty things.
Mea culpa, Deus, mea maxima culpa.
She doesn’t even hide her own contempt for her fans. She literally says that you can watch her be a thot if you just go to her Patreon page and pay her to take her clothes off. And she calls her fans “thirsty” every chance that she gets.
The fact that something like that exists in this modren world, and that thousands upon thousands of thirsty incels are willing to fork over their hard-earned cash to pay for that e-thot’s used bath water, should by rights be enough to prompt His Hugeness to start with the fireballs and unleash the Four Horsemen already.
Comedian Jeff Dunham talks about marriage – with puppets:
#BasedTucker points out a #BasedTruth:
It sure is fun to watch the (((media))) get their asses handed to them:
If you couldn’t be arsed to watch the Daemoncrat debates – and I really cannot blame you, because I sure as hell couldn’t – then here is a simple breakdown:
This is supremely racist – if you’re sensitive to such things – and also extremely funny:
In fairness, it’s not that difficult to destroy the “argument” that guys who mutilate their bodies to “become” women”, are not in fact bugshit nuts:
I don’t eat at Subway much anymore, and I cannot ever recall ordering a $5 Footlong, but I remember the ads from back in the day quite well. They had catchy jingles too. I didn’t realise that their flagship product had caused them so many headaches, though, until I ran into this:
If you get bitten by a radioactive spider, and it’s a funnel web, a redback, a black widow, a brown recluse, or a banana spider – then you’ve got a potentially lethal spider bite and you need to get to a hospital ASAFP:
Unfortunately, after all of that pain and suffering and possibly rotting necrotic flesh that will result in limb amputation if left untreated, you still won’t get superpowers.
Hey boys, any of you know a chick named Anna Delvey?
Yeah, that’s what I thought – “Anna who???”
Apparently she was a big deal on the New York social circuit for a while back in 2016 – not that this means anything to the rest of us who don’t live in Gomorrah-on-the-Hudson. And it turns out that she was – allegedly – a hugely impressive liar:
The 90s were not quite as good as comic fans insist that they were – and I know something about this, given that I used to read comics (sometimes) back then. Our friend Razorfist breaks it all down for us:
Spoiler alert – NO, He bloody well wasn’t:
Few things annoy me more, especially these days, as when stupid intolerant bigoted ignorant Leftists (again, Lord, forgive me my redundancies) twist the words of Our Lord and King to pretend as though He was just some long-haired hippie socialist. He just wasn’t.
Every James Bond movie EVER:
Bill Whittle has a new show coming up, and it looks to be a good ‘un:
Game of Groans meets Vanilla Ice, and… um… ah hell, just watch:
In case you knuckleheads get the wrong idea, no, I DO NOT like rap music, and I really don’t like Vanilla Ice – especially not after this atrocity:
Do you understand now why I think that we should take every rap record ever made and pile it high up to the skies – and then nuke it directly from orbit?
See, now this is what happens when you dick with the Temporal Prime Directive:
And, honestly, that still makes far more sense than the current state of the Terminator franchise.
Pics, girls, and guns time:
How many times does He have to tell you before you’ll listen to Him?!?!?
Any liberaltard who wants to get rid of any dollar bills depicting those horrid oppressive slave-owning white men can certainly direct them straight to me. I would be only too happy to take them off your hands.
Floriduh time, again:
You seriously can’t. I was walking toward an appointment recently following directions from Google F***ING Maps, and just as I was getting to a critical intersection, the map completely jumped and told me that I was near an airport.
That’s what happens when you outsource your code to Indians…
Girls with guns make the world go round:
Your dog of the week is the Russian Wolfhound, or borzoi:
It’s gym idiots time, and this week we’re doing something a bit different – because over the weekend, reigning Mr. Olympia champion Shawn “Flexatron” Rhoden was arrested and charged with three separate counts of rape, sexual assault, and forcible sexual intercourse with an object, or something along those lines. And he was then banned from the 2019 Mr. Olympia contest.
I don’t know what to make of the whole situation, other than to say that Shawn Rhoden deserves the presumption of innocence. In this era of PoundMeToo, it is better than even money that his accuser – a bodybuilder herself – may well have made the whole thing up. Right now the evidence indicates that she did not, but that is for a jury of his peers to decide.
These allegations are not new. It turns out that this happened back in October 2018 – some 9 months ago – and a police report was filed immediately after the incident, and a DNA sample was taken from Mr. Rhoden at the time.
So I do think that there is considerable substance to these allegations, and that Mr. Rhoden is now in a world of trouble. He’d better get himself a damned good lawyer. This does not sound like a case of morning-after regret during an extramarital affair, but rather of serious emotional and physical trauma.
Something about the story doesn’t pass the smell test, however. Think about it. Shawn Rhoden is a huge muscular dude in his mid-40s, he’s rich, he’s famous, and he’s literally sitting at the top of his profession. He could get literally any woman that he wants – his reach is virtually unlimited.
Oh, and he’s married. And so is – or was, I don’t know for sure – his alleged victim. In a country where the alimony and divorce laws are completely batshit insane.
And yet he risked it all for a female bodybuilder?
In case you’re wondering why I’m sceptical, take a look at what 10x Ms. Olympia winner Iris Kyle looks like:
That there is a dude in a wig.
And that is what most female bodybuilders look like – not figure contestants, not fitness contestants, and not bikini models, but bodybuilders.
Time will tell what happens in this weird case. If Shawn Rhoden is indeed guilty, then he should be hit with the maximum possible penalty and I will happily cheer for him to be incarcerated, because rape – real rape, not the “eye-rape” nonsense that feminists whine about – is a heinous and disgusting crime.
But if he is innocent… then his accuser should be made to serve the maximum possible sentence for fraud and perjury, in solitary confinement. Destroying a man’s life for no reason should carry a terrible punishment for a woman. It is well past time that such justice was served.
And here are your gym beasts for the week – true giants, every one of them:
For my money, Pudzianowski is the strongest ever – but, make no mistake, he definitely had a lot of “help” from some of that good old fashioned Vitamin S to get there.
Of course, they all did, but he was the one who got caught taking the drugs.
Would Kaz be able to beat Mariusz if they both met at their absolute peaks of strength? It is very, very hard to say. I genuinely do not know.
Now here’s something that I didn’t expect to see – comedian Bill Burr talks about UFC 239:
Jesus Loves Knockouts!!!
Coach Ramsey breaks down bullshido as only he can:
Always be yourself – unless you can be Buakaw, in which case, ALWAYS BE BUAKAW:
I don’t think those guys could NIGHTWISH any harder even if the keyboardist dressed up as Tuomas.
I found those guys courtesy of a reader recommendation – they’re really very good.
Maybe they’re born with it – maybe it’s Maybeline!
And of course, to round it all out, THE GREATEST BAND OF ALL TIME:
NOW do you get it?!?!
They’ve kicked my ass every single one of the 7 times that I’ve seen them. They are so good live that you get pumped up just by watching a live video. And that song isn’t even considered to be their very best.
Truly, they are legends.
Your Instathot of the week is from Russia. (Yeah, I know, I’m playing to type, but I’m a firm believer in the notion that if it ain’t broke, then don’t fix it). Her name is Olga Petrova, and as thots go, she seems decent enough.
Happy Monday, gents. Get out there and crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and hear the lamentations of their women. Your Monday hangover won’t cure itself, after all.