And the doctors here do not say that they have been cutting people for a long time
Allopathy is modern medicine, if someone suddenly does not know. Homeopathy is a treatment for the like with similar, diluted one in a million or more. It is claimed to be powered by the memory of water. At this point in time, it is considered pseudoscience.
As usual, there is a legend according to which the Russian homeopath Yevgeny Gabrilovich ordered this libel on advanced medicine while he was learning to roll small sweet balls in Germany with Samuel Hahnemann. It is he, half-bald, standing on the right in the company of Aesculapius, Homeopathy and Athena. I hope you will recognize it without any prompts, which means that by the method of elimination, define Homeopathy.
The meaning of the picture is clear from the title - normal people (and gods) look with horror at morons who torture people instead of treating them.
Every chronologist and conspiracy theorist, looking at the picture with his sober gaze, clearly sees at least three things:
1. Normal Greek Roman gods are again present. The appeal to them in the picture, which assesses the methods of treatment, suggests that they are in their prime and influence on the minds of people.
2. Modern medicine in the 19th century was considered obscurantism.
3. Until the 19th century, in general, there was little. Well, or a little that remembered what happened. Since the half-hairy little man on the right is not just a teacher of homeopathy, but also its inventor!
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And the funny thing is that if we even look at the official history, we will see that the reversal in favor of modern medicine, those suppressing symptoms, and not the search for causes, and the widespread use of chemical drugs, occurred very recently, namely in 1910, with the filing of a report Abraham Flexner, which was funded by John Rockefeller, Andrew Carnegie and J. P. Morgan, who had petrochemical by-products idle. I think it will be necessary to write about this in more detail. This is really interesting. do not forget to remind!
Run through the Hermitage
I ran in between things today at the Hermitage. I decided to refresh my memories. I looked with interest at the closed door from the side of the embankment, which from childhood I used to go to the temple of art, history and culture. In the company of two Tajiks, janitors and a tractor, I found out that the entrance is now from the side of the square - right through the bars, following the trail of the assault on the seventeenth.
While he was puzzled around the complex, he managed to have a snack.
With fresh strength he rushed to the capture of the Winter Palace. I was stopped at the ticket office when they sold me two tickets for 700 rubles as a foreigner. When asked if I should wave my Russian Passport like a flag in front of the box office so that they can sell me a ticket at a discounted price, (Yes, in the Hermitage the holders of Russian and Belarusian passports are considered not quite full-fledged, because they are classified as beneficiaries. That is, not foreigners defined as flawed with an increased price, and we are relatively normal people, considered beneficiaries) offered to change. During the debate, should the cashier ask which ticket to sell you or write out the most expensive one by default, with a hint of financial inferiority, he was informed that tomorrow the museum will have a free day for everyone.
Spent half an hour to reissue, on principle. I gave another 800 rubles for two, now discounted tickets. In parting, in consolation, for all the inconveniences, they promised that the money for the wrong tickets would be returned to the card within three days. I believed it.
Cheerfully galloped through the royal estate, hoping for his memory.
On the move I could only find a cafe and Zeus.
I sensed something was wrong when on the second floor I ran past the portrait of Catherine in the image of Minerva for the third time. As it turned out, the feeling of deja vu arose not only for me. Arrogantly refused my grandmother's offer on a chair, by the handle to take me out of the spatial collision. To look offended by the very statement of the question. How could you think that ?, I'm not lost! Circling is my original, well-planned goal.
After that, just in case, he ran to another floor.
There, the spatial collapse resolved, but I managed to turn on the alarm when I flapped my wings loudly during a conversation. It turns out that now one cannot not only pass behind the chain link, but also wave. Electronics thinks that you meanly decided to steal the king's chair in flight and squeaks.
On a squeak, grandmothers run from the neighboring rooms, trying to catch up with the pest. I noticed the chase in time and did not wait for them to hobble over to me, so I will not tell you what they wanted to do to me.
Tired of so many communication with living people, he dived into the basement to his beloved ancient Greek-Romans. On the way, he noted that the local Egyptian priest was still at his post. Hasn't changed a bit over the years.
The Grekorimians in the Hermitage have lafa. There are no people, only statues with coffins. And the cafe is nearby. Cool, spacious, quiet.
I quickly fixed the latter, dropping my phone three times in a row with a crash when I tried to photograph another Athena. The rumble of the phone bouncing across the marble (tiled?) Floor echoed from Athens to Rome. Local grandmothers came running again.
Then I realized that it was time and honor to know. Moreover, it was already half past eight and one of the best collected works of historical lies was about to begin to close.
PS As expected, a fresh aiming glance clearly saw that the Winter Palace, from the exhibition halls to the royal chambers, is solid antiquity. Where there could be a cross, I don’t know. On finishing it would not even be able to cram it.
And here is this picture with quotes from Russian books of past centuries, as an addition to the note about Baalbek. She, by the way, and tutu is.
"What's wrong with the Baalbek megalith?"
The incredible made obvious
Here, as evil, it is the most stupid and paranoid conspiracy theories that turn out to be real.
Who among us has not laughed at the paranoid who saw chemtrails in every plane track? Incidentally, I did not laugh, but I did not put this theory in the first place.
And here you are. A project is being considered for stopping global warming by spraying various sulfates in the air from aircraft (they are crystalline, this is convenient) to reflect sunlight and reduce its effect on the Earth's temperature. In general, like a thermos, just the opposite)))
100 aircraft and 4000 sorties annually. And this is not a story about a lone inventor with a crazy device, this is already an official discussion of the project.
Real goals, as always, can be different. It makes no sense to list them all, there are just a lot of them.
But the main thing is that there has been a legitimization of chemtrails. It's time to stop laughing at fools. I'm going to buy a gas mask !!!
