“One spring day about 1969, I visited the U.S. AID office on the outskirts of Washington, D.C., to discuss a project intended to lower fertility in less-developed countries. I arrived early for my appointment, so I strolled outside in the warm sunshine. Below the building’s plaza I noticed a road sign that said ‘Iwo Jima Memorial.’ There came to me the memory of reading a eulogy delivered by a Jewish chaplain over the dead on the battlefield at Iwo Jima, saying something like, How many who would have been a Mozart or a Michelangelo or an Einstein have we buried here? And then I thought: Have I gone crazy? What business do I have trying to help arrange it that fewer human beings will be born, each one of whom might be a Mozart or a Michelangelo or an Einstein — or simply a joy to his or her family and community, and a person who will enjoy life?”

It takes at least 50 to 100 milligrams of niacin to flush me. But a teaspoon of rice bran syrup — containing only 2 milligrams — flushes me to beat the band every time!

The rice bran syrup label cleverly listed “200 micrograms” to make Sheep-Bots think there’s more!

Placebo!

Saving lives one poop at a time! Three or more a day keeps the doctor away!

I used Mental Force to overcome my chapped lips.

Now that my attention is on it again, I hope it doesn’t reappear!

Re: What do you mean here?

Medical Nemesis metastasizes profitable narratives.

Ray Peat is way north of the cheering section when it comes to probiotics.

He’s even OK with a sterile GI tract.