I’m glad to see ‘Public Health’ gradually destroying itself. Perhaps before too long, a brave politician, in Houses of Parliament, will stand up and ridicule the Health Secretary for being so gullible. It appears that THERE IS NOW NO SAFE LEVEL OF ALCOHOL CONSUMPTION.
When I was about 15, my Dad permitted me to consume half a pint of shandy. In the bad old days, parents did not know about the terminal affects of beer, so you cannot really blame him. Nevertheless, it was his fault that I am about to suffer illhealth and drop dead quite soon.
My Dad died at the age of 76. I too am now 76. I know for a fact that I have drunk far more alcohol during my life than he ever did. Far, far more. The reason is that he was a coal miner, and dared not drink during the week when he was working next day. On Saturday nights, he and Mum went to his catholic club and had a night out, and on Sunday lunchtime, he went to the club and played cards with his mates. That was it. I only ever saw him drunk once, which was when he was invited to a Christening party by a Polish immigrant family to celebrate a Christening. He got pissed on wine, which he was not used to.
But here I am, 76 years old, no signs of infirmity and pickled in alcohol. Oh, and, of course, I have been smoking since 19.
Readers might visit this site:
Go teetotal to reduce dementia risks, NHS says:
Official NHS advice on prevention of dementia warns ‘there is no safe level of alcohol consumption’ which does not increase risk of the condition.
So to stop yourself becoming demented at around the age of 85 or so, you must not have a half pint of shandy at the age of 15. THERE IS NO SAFE LEVEL. And that is coming from the NHS.
On Monday evenings, I cook. I have little skill in that department, but I can manage eggy/bacony/sausagey. When you are grilling bacon and sausage, you cannot leave it to cook. You must attend at all times because the sausage and bacon have to be turned every few minutes if they are not be immolated. There was really lovely stink being emitted from the cooker. It is hard not to imagine the 2.5 mumicron (or whatever they are called) particles not drifting out of the cooker, along with their nitrosamines, and filling the kitchen with deadly carcinogens. I suppose that there are ‘bacon and sausage specific nitrosamines’. If not, why not?
But it gets worse:
Just one steak a week can increase risk of bowel cancer, study finds.
Eating just one steak a week increases the risk of bowel cancer by more than two-fifths, it has been claimed.
Even a little is too much: One junk food snack triggers signals of metabolic disease.
Doctors have warned that swigging just one energy drink exposes even “young, healthy” adults to an increased risk of heart disease.
Soda in any amount is a brain-rotting, heart-wrecking, belly-expanding poison, and the latest science finds drinking even a little bit every day will shave nearly FIVE YEARS off your life… There is NO safe level of soda, period.
What then is safe?
Clearly, the disgusting, filthy, stinking air that we are forced to breath has no level of safety. The disgusting, stinking, filthy water that we drink has no level of safety. It is chock-a-block with arsenic and stuff like that. It probably also contains GENDER CHANGING HORMONES. There is no safe level of those substances.
Richard Doll smoked, but he stopped when he discovered the evil of smoking. He died at the age of about 85, but not before he has one final flourish in the McTear Case. Was he demented by his youthful smoking, and possibly his drinking of shandy? After all, he did call ‘the father of statistics’, Fisher, “an ignorant geneticist’.
There again, his life might have been cut short by eating too much sweet fruit. Something must have cut him down before the age of 150.
You see, the odds add up.
Here is my table:
- Smoking: minus 10 years of life.
- Drinking: minus 10 years of life.
- Eating junk processed food: minus 10 years of life.
- Binge drinking: minus 10 years of life.
- Drinking pop: minus 10 years of life.
- Not exercising enough: minus 10 years of life.
The total so far is minus 60 years of life. But we must note that the loss of life/years only applies to those who partake in all of the risky activities. Therefore, anyone who died young must have led a very risky life. The converse is also true. Anyone who lives until age 76 must be telling lies when he says that he drinks, smokes, stands in kitchens when bacon and sausages are cooking, drinks water, crosses roads, drives a car, breathes, eats oranges, etc, etc. Such a person must be dead. We aged persons must be zombies.
I don’t mind being a zombie, provided that I can go on smoking, drinking and eating pleasantly sweet food. I suppose that I could suck on grapefruit and lemon, and that, if I did, I might prolong my life beyond 150 years.
I have a serious point before I shut down for tonight.
The Doll ‘Doctors Study’ produced statistical timescales. I have been through this several times, and do not propose to do it again. Suffice to say that very few doctors were affected in their normal working life-times. Most of them were retired before they were affected. That is, beyond 65 years old.
Doll’s statistics were the product of smoking the sort of cigs which were heavy in tar. Cigs today have very little tar.
So what are today’s timescales for smokers developing LC? There are no such stats. The stats which the Tobacco Control Industry relies upon are ancient texts.
Clearly, also, it relies upon witchcraft, and it works. Government has been bewitched by magic spells. Government has been bewitched by the idea that everyone is ill, and that everyone needs to be cured.
Apart from themselves, of course.