Behind The Woodpile Darkly

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There is one possible facticity concerning women that neither gender have any long lasting control over. The "nigger behind the woodpile" element (of any race or complexion) waiting mind-to-mind with the woman of the house to detect the exact moment her husband goes to sleep in order for her to sneak out of the house and and get it up with the demands of the species. It's not personal choice. Cultural vows and promises don't mean shit to the species goals. Who would understand this call of the wild better than you?

Presently, there is a relatively simple way of knowing if your children are really your children. But, would you ask the parents of your assumed grandchildren to undergo a DNA swab merely as a point of personal curiosity after the barn door was carelessly left open, and your favorite riding horse had bolted?

Such makes me wonder how many female homo sapiens have been brutally murdered for responding to this call of the wild who have had neither conscious control or volition to resist fulfilling this compulsion to act in accord with the demands of nature?

How strange it is to watch a nature show that displays natives of paradise walking the coastal places with a tote bag in which they stash seaweed. Kelp, and other healthy foods. Foods that also make great organic fertilizer because they usually contain all the trace minerals needed to maintain viable physical bodies.

Once I was able to envision how seaweed can absorb practically any mineral or vitamin source it needs from the salty, mineral filled oceans it lives in, it was easy to understand why consuming it would be a healthy thing to do. Why am I always the last to know?

I was thoroughly informed by my cattle-breeding father about why he put out salt blocks for the cows to lick in order to get the trace minerals they weren't getting from the grass they ate that grew in mineral starved pasture lands. If they didn't get what they needed from the grass, they had to get it other places. There are such places as salt licks that animals find to supplement what they're not getting in plants.

That's the deal with using dried, ground-up, as-is seaweed as an organic fertilizer. Candidly, I prefer bat shit myself, but all the deposits of guano have mostly been depleted, and there ain't no more continents waiting to be divested of their bat shit for the highest dollar.

There are dead seas full of trace elements found buried all over the world. They get found by various exploratory ways that are usually designed to find something else. Some of them have mineral deposits that settled at the bottom of oceans hundreds of feet thick and they're mined commercially.

The fact that these same minerals and salts that are needed by plants and thus animals are in one place in such abundance, and leached out of the soil where plants grow so thoroughly is a mystery to me. Here is a link to a industry web site that informs about magnesium and how Martin Mariette mines it and changes the chemical makeup of the raw products to come up with magnesium oxide:

http://www.magnesiaspecialties.com/students.htm

If this prednisone can (and has) reduced the swelling in the joints of my body, and the problematic side-effects that come with this prescribed steroid is that if I use it too much my own body will stop producing it's own steroids to reduce the swelling on it's own, then the only thing I can do and gotta do if I can is get my natural steroid producers to do what needs to be done.

I gotta get some expert advice on where and how the body produces it's own steroids that are like the ones prednisone uses. Maybe there is some way I can increase the output of my natural body chemistry to offset the inflammation the lack of whatever it is missing currently.
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