Why is the sand green?

This post makes me question my interpretation of events.

I have acquaintances who seem to have a paranoid belief that every other person in the world is a paedophile just waiting for an opportunity to kidnap their child. Growing up in the 90s, I had a great deal of freedom in comparison to this thought process. I played cricket on the streets, I walked around the neighbourhood without concern, I walked my dog in the evenings. My parents didn’t seem to think I would be unsafe without them around to coddle me.

I guess no matter the generation there are parents who go too far in one extreme or another… Though tbh, being concerned about witchcraft seems more medieval than boomer. Sorry for your loss, but I’m glad you feel more free now. I imagine it must be a complex mix of emotions.

Not a good comparison. To produce milk regularly cows must give birth. These calves are often sold to be slaughtered as veal. Likewise situation for eggs. To produce hens farmers typically wait until the chicks hatch and throw the unwanted male chicks in a grinder.

The reason for that actually makes sense. It’s rarely clear how and when someone contracted a prion disease at time of diagnosis, and often it is unclear which specific prion disease a person has. While it may seem that a father contracted a prion disease after you were born, it could also be that the father has an inheritable prion disease that you too may have inherited.

Eating brain/spinal cord is not required to contract a prion disease; prions can also be spread through any biological medium where protein material is located, for instance, blood. This is the reason why those who have CJD or other TSEs in their family are unable to donate blood.

This is also how vampires became extinct.

World News = 4,259 articles announcing that Israel is committing genocide and 1,865 articles claiming there isn’t enough coverage that Israel is committing genocide.

Look. I get it. Israel be bad. But there is other stuff happening in the world that I’d like to know about. I don’t need to be told the exact same thing over and over and over and over and over again.