So, I was looking at some various options for potato chips this evening, and specifically to determine if there was anything that didn't have maltodextrin in it.
I don't remember seeing this one sugar in everything before 2020. I also don't remember when Palm Oil stopped being the main oil.
Turns out that Maltodextrtin is like instant week long pain for my exposed dental nerves. I used to like potato chips. And corn chips.
I can't eat any of them anymore. It's really a big disruption in my comfort level.
I'm sure it's secretly intended to hurt people but those who ask questions and do their own differential diagnosis figure it out and just get even more determined.
If they keep this up, pretty soon the only things I can eat from a supermarket are some of the fruit and the non-processed meats, and maybe some of the seeds and nuts.
They are contaminating everything else with things that I can't help feeling is deliberate to fuck with a specific set of genetics that I am one of the inheritors of, and that the whole purpose of the PCR test hoax was to gather DNA to refine this strategic irritation.
Normies don't even realise what's happening, which tells you that "normy" means a specific pool of genetics, because it's about proteins and immune responses.
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Also find one without seed oils
That’s tough, kid. That’s double tough.
I love it that people still think I'm young. It's not just on the internet I give off the air of youthful inexperience, if you ever get to see me in person you'll be asking yourself, "Is he just making it up that he's 47 years old?".
It's ok, really, I just have to adapt. It's difficult because I'm old, and because my bad habits have led to problems with my ability to learn, (though a big part of that has also been the endless degradation of the food supply), but honestly, living inside this stupidly plastic body, I was spoiled, very very spoiled, for my first 30 years. Most people have already got degrading memory, eyesight, strength, hormones by the time they hit 35... Mine only really started to go bad about 5 years ago.
I'm determined to recover all of it though. Just gotta nail some projects and get my little farm and herd of goats... it's a bootstrapping problem, but really all I need is will, I've already got the spirit part worked out. Being stubborn is a virtue in a world of wibbly wobbly confusion.