Podcast: October 2016 Update

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Yeah, yeah… It’s been a while. I missed you too. Here’s 12 minutes of me catching you up on what happened this summer with dad getting cancer, me picking up cycling and swimming, and taking some exams. Also, there is something about Puerto Rico and Zika in there.

As always, you can just download it by clicking here.

Like a Chicken With My Head Cut Off

One of the things that I admire about the people who I admire is their ability — real or perceived — to multitask. The best of them can do it effortlessly. They come up with stuff that they’ve done and I’m left wondering how they did it. I’ve been trying to match that kind of multitasking, but everyone who sees me trying to do so can tell that something is up.

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Me, when my hands are full.

I’m going to let you in on another little secret: I’ve been asked to travel to Puerto Rico to aid in the response to the Zika outbreak there. I’ll be leaving sometime soon, and I have a ton of things to do until then. From scheduling and successfully completing my school-wide preliminary oral exams, to getting some stuff done on the Jeep, to everything else one needs to do before a “deployment,” I have a ton of stuff on my plate.

“So why are you blogging?” you seem to ask. More on that later.

Not only do I have to do all these things, I also have to keep up with my physical training and find out how to keep that up once I’m on the island.

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It’s a small island.

I figure I’ll buy a cheap bicycle and ride it around the touristy areas. Then I’ll go to one of the many swim schools that cater to American universities but won’t get much business because of Zika concerns this year. And, finally, I’ll go for jogs around wherever I’m staying, or, if they’re putting me up at a hotel with a gym, I’ll work out there.

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All the while spraying bug spray “liberally.”

Yes, there are concerns with what Zika can do to the human reproductive system, and it seems that men can carry the virus in their semen for up to six months after infection. But my wife and I have talked about it, and we’ve decided to take the appropriate precautions throughout this whole adventure. The needs of the many and whatnot.

Just the other day, someone asked me why I wrote so much (on this blog and that other one, and that other one that’s a well-known secret) and complained about not having enough time. I’m very tired of having to explain myself. Writing is what I do as a hobby, like painting or sculpting. It’s how I organize my thoughts.

In fact, while I’ve been writing this, I’ve shot off several emails, read two research papers, and confirmed some appointments. So it’s not like I sit down and write constantly. (Thank God for word processing and blogging software.) Just like some people knit, I get my best thinking done as I write. (And it’s not like I’m writing a full-on dissertation when I write a blog post. It’s 500 words, or thereabouts.)

Still, I wish I could multitask like a boss…

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Like. A. Boss.

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Yes, I wrote this one year ago.

It Can’t Happen Here, Right?

When I was a kid, I remember my grandfather telling me with a lot of anger in his voice how the ruling party in Mexico would have fake legislative votes and then laugh when the opposition couldn’t muster enough support for their bills. “They just sit there and laugh, knowing that there is nothing that can be done to stop them,” he said. And it was true. For 71 years, Mexico lived under the rule of the perfect dictatorship. That was until the National Action Party (PAN, in Spanish) began to win local elections in Chihuahua. (Grandpa had a hand in that.) Then the party won local and state elections elsewhere. By the end of the 20th century, the PAN candidate won the Presidency and a peaceful transition of power happened.

Grandpa didn’t live long enough to see it.

I voted in those elections, and then I stayed up very late into the night to wait for the election returns. I almost cried as Vicente Fox stood in downtown Mexico City, proclaiming victory and promising to get to work right away. Whether or not he did all his promised was beside the point. For the first time in several generations, the ruling party was not in power anymore. We all felt a little bit safer and a little bit freer that night.

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My Hero.

I’ll be the first one to admit to you that I’m not old enough to really say that what we’re seeing in the United States with regards to the presidential election is unprecedented, or that this is the most important election ever. (I hear that George Wallace in the 70s scared people just as bad, if not worse, than Trump — a pus-filled, oozing genital sore — is scaring people today. Still, what Trump is proposing and the people he’s aligning with are pretty scary.

Someone suggested the other day that my head would explode if Trump wins in November. It probably won’t. At least not literally.

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Only figuratively… I guess?

I’ll be very sad that so many people thought that voting for him is the right thing. Sadder still that some of those people call themselves my friends. Because what’s a little xenophobia, misogyny and nationalism if the payoff is that America will be great for a thousand years or so?

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You know who promised a thousand years of greatness?

But is it fair to compare the rise of populist demagogue Trump to the rise of populist demagogue Hitler? After all, one of them put all the ailments of their country on one group of people… Er… I mean, it’s not like Trump is comparing a religious/ethnic minority to invading vermin… Er…

Alright, look, it’s not like this has happened yet, and I’m sure it can’t happen here given all of the progress we’ve made in protecting the rights and freedoms of all people in this country. Why, a bunch of Black kids can go to a pool in a predominantly White neighborhood and have no problems at all.

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Yeah, okay, maybe not.

But we have the courts, right? The courts will be a counter-weight to anything a demagogue wants to do against the people he wants to scapegoat. They’ll step in and stop injustices from happening to us.

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“Nope. Not true.”

All joking aside, the great thing about democracy is that it guarantees the people the government they deserve. If we elect Trump, then we deserve that weird juice that comes out of chicken guts before you cook them as President. If he decides to go along with his plans to be as fascist as his handlers want him to be, he won’t last long. Whether it’s four years or eight, or 71, there will always be people who will stand up to people like him.

Grandpa fought the Revolutionary Institutional Party (PRI, in Spanish) for a very long time. He fought them until he no longer could. Although he didn’t see their end, their end did come. I have no doubt the same will happen here.

In fact, I’ve made it a point for a very long time to go back to people who said that George W. Bush and then Barack Obama were the Antichrist, or would become despotic rulers, etc. I go back to them and ask them if their predictions came true. Of course, they come up with a ton of excuses as to why their predictions did not come true.

So maybe someone will do that with me. Someone will come back to me on January 21, 2025, and ask me if Donald Trump — the weird substance you take from an abscess with a fine needle aspiration — became Hitler. I hope I’m around to tell them he didn’t. (Not that I’ll be dead or anything. They just don’t have good internet connection in Bhutan.)

After all, it can’t happen here, right?

 

I’ll Let You in on a Little Secret

When I was a kid, I would always cling to my mom whenever we went to a social function — like a birthday or a family gathering — because I was genuinely afraid of other people. Mom did her best to protect me from my own anxiety, but she often encouraged me to go ahead and let go of her and go on my own. As the years went by, this anxiety was less and less, but I still experience a similar feeling in crowded situations, especially if I have no one there for me to cling to.

This anxiety, although greatly reduced, manifests itself in my phobias and fears. Phobias are irrational. Fears are more rational. I’m afraid of snakes, but I have a phobia that one will come at me in my sleep. Get it?

By the time you read this post — as I will have it scheduled to go live at a certain time — I will be taking the departmental oral exam that I told you about in the last post. While I am very confident that I will do fine and pass the exam, I panicked about it for about 5 to 10 minutes over the weekend.

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It’s what I do.

Then I calmed down and thought rationally about the task at hand. The professors assessing me are not doing it to exclude me from “the club.” They’re doing it because they need to make sure that my thesis project is as strong as it can be so that I don’t end up making a fool out of myself at the end. So that whatever paper I publish doesn’t get retracted. So I’m not the laughing stock of my profession. (I’m looking at you, Wakefield.)

This is the case with a lot of scary things in my life. I panic about them for a little bit, and then I grab them by the proverbial horns. Now, it’s hasn’t always worked out well. There have been times when grabbing the bull by the horns gets you bucked right off into oblivion. But, thankfully, there have been more times when the bull has been tamed and ridden back into the stable.

So that’s my little secret. When I’ve had a fear of drowning, I’ve jumped into the water…

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And had fun in doing so.

I’ve Got This.

There’s a really neat scene in the movie “For Love of the Game” where the protagonist, a pitcher for the Detroit Tigers, is getting ready to start a game. He looks around and sees a lot of people yelling and jeering him. He then just says to himself to “clear the mechanism,” and the crowd and all the sounds just fade away.

This is exactly what I need to do now. I have departmental oral exams on Tuesday. If I pass those, I go on to school-wide oral exams in October. And if I pass those, I become a doctoral candidate… All but dissertation.

So I’ll see you next Tuesday to give you good news.

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Fifteen Years Since

This is probably the last blog post I’m going to write for a while about the events of September 11, 2001. I’ve written about that day every year since it happened. Most of the time on on around the actual date. But, like with all tragedies, it’s time to move on. Remember, yes. Honor the dead, yes. But it’s time to move on.

Perhaps one day when I’m a father I’ll recount what happened to my child just like dad recounted November 22, 1963, and how he was ushered out of his class by the nuns to go pray for President Kennedy in a chapel. Or how my grandfather told me about December 7, 1941, and how he heard on the radio of the attack on Pearl Harbor and knew that things were about to get really bad. Or how my boss at the lab told me about October 23, 1983, and how he was just off Beirut on a Navy vessel when all those marines, sailors and soldiers were brought to it and he had to write “A” or “O” on their foreheads as he triaged them.

Until that day when I have to tell my story, it’s best for me to remember that day by doing something good for the country and myself rather than re-hashing the memories of anger and helplessness from that day. See you all on the 12th.

The Things You’ll Beat Yourself Up For

I’ve always been amazed at how maturity kicks in and makes me look back on the past with a bit of shame. See, I did things as a teen and young adult that I would never even think of doing now. Although I got away with it then, I don’t want to tempt fate and try to get away with it now. There’s more to lose now if I try the shenanigans of old.

No, I’m not going to tell you what I did. Suffice it to say that it wasn’t anything criminal. Unethical and immoral? Depends on who you ask. But I did hurt feelings and disappoint people — important people — in my life. A couple of those people saw me as invincible, indefatigable, and leading an almost perfect life. After they found out what I did, they saw me as human and not some machine that never makes mistakes.

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More man than dancing machine.

That’s not necessarily a bad thing, though. As I’ve grown up and matured, a lot of my personal heroes have fallen from the pedestal and crashed into the ground. And, you know what? I’ve admired them more for their comeback than the disillusionment I felt when they fell. The really important people in my life have told me that they feel the same way toward me… That it was actually a relief to know that I’m fallible and that they too will make huge, albeit recoverable mistakes.

Still, I sometimes look back and think to myself, “WTF, Ren?”

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Not that I brought the Force into darkness or anything like that.

Then I do an evaluation of the circumstances surrounding my mistake and realize that what happened pretty much had to happen. Or, at the very least, what happened was a natural result of all possible scenarios, even if that scenario is the worst possible timeline. All of it seen through the eyes of the oldest version of me out there, the one with the most experience and, hopefully, the most wisdom.

Perhaps the best thing I’ve learned to do as I’ve grown up is to stop beating myself up about the things that I’ve done. They’re done, over, in the past. Sure, the consequences may still be happening (or they may happen in the future), but there is plenty I can do to remedy the consequences, mitigate the disaster.

I’m sure that in the future there will be something that seems like a really good idea — or something that I can get away with at the time — but it turns out to be a really, really bad idea.

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The schematics were off a bit.

And when that happens, I hope to have the same kind of support I’ve had thus far in beating the things in my past. That, and a helmet. And some shin guards.

How Many People Need to Experience Something for That Something to Be True?

I think I need to start this blog post by clarifying something that several people have failed to understand when reading what I write or listening to me talk about the so-called “vaccine-autism connection.” I don’t have any children, so I don’t know what it is like to be a parent. My parent-like experiences range from helping mom raise my younger brother, to looking out for nieces and nephews, to looking after quadrupeds around the house. I’m sure raising my own child will be a far more challenging task than any of these things. I’m also sure that it will not be easier if The Child™ has special needs. So I am in no way stating that parents of autistic children have an easy go of it, or that they are lying or making things up.

So quit it with the letters to employers and the school claiming that I’m making fun of autistic children or their parents.

Recently, a district attorney in Texas has become the newest darling of the anti-vaccine crowd by claiming that his child became autistic shortly after the child’s MMR vaccine at 18 months of age:

“We had a very normally developed child, meeting all the marks as a child—walking, eye contact…and after his 18-month vaccination we had a very different child… And our story is not alone. I mean, there’s thousands of parents out there that have the same story. So my opinions are just my opinions as a daddy, as a husband who happens to be the DA.”

Yes, this story is repeated over and over again, particularly by anti-vaccine parents. (I’ve heard of very few non-anti-vaccine parents claiming this about their autistic children.) One particular parent, who is very active in anti-vaccine circles, can’t keep his story straight on when his child “caught” autism. But, him aside, do these many parents claiming a similar story mean that there is something there? In essence, is there fire because there’s smoke? Is there are river over the hill because you hear water running?

We humans are funny creatures. Our memories are very fallible, and we tend to say that X caused Y if X came before Y, whether or not X is at all associated with Y. If we see lightning, we expect thunder. If we hear thunder, we find ourselves surprised if we didn’t see lightning. And, if we see a flash outside in the rain, we start counting in expectation of the thunder. That’s just what we do.

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Aaaaaaah! 1 Mississippi… 2 Mississippi… Aaaaaaaah!

The National UFO Reporting Center has received 3,498 reports of UFOs through August of 2016. Does that mean that we’re being visited by aliens from other planets, or beings with advanced technology from an alternate dimension, or time-travelers who are toying with us, or the Government is up to something with some fancy aircraft? No. All that these reports tell us is that there have been that many observations by people, observations of something up in the sky that cannot be explained.

To explain it, we can use science. We can analyze video and photographs and determine what was really seen. For example, thousands of people saw a set of lights over Phoenix in 1997. Many of those people were convinced that there were alien spacecraft floating over a major American city then. Through careful and scientific analysis of the evidence, we now know that these were military aircraft. An astronomer looked at the lights through a telescope and saw the aircraft, something not a lot of people then wanted to know:

“That night Mitch and his mother, Linda, were in the backyard and noticed the lights coming from the north. Since the lights seemed to be moving so slowly, Mitch attempted to capture them in the scope. He succeeded, and the leading three lights fit in his field of vision. Linda asked what they were.

“Planes,” Mitch said.
It was plain to see, he says. What looked like individual lights to the naked eye actually split into two under the resolving power of the telescope. The lights were located on the undersides of squarish wings, Mitch says. And the planes themselves seemed small, like light private planes.

Stanley watched them for about a minute, and then turned away. It was the last thing the amateur astronomer wanted to look at.

“They were just planes, I didn’t want to look at them,” Stanley says when he’s asked why he didn’t stare at them longer. He is certain about what he saw: “They were planes. There’s no way I could have mistaken that.”

He was so certain, his mother didn’t bother to look in the scope herself. And she thought nothing of it until the next morning when she heard radio reports that hundreds of people had thought they had seen something extraterrestrial. That day at work, she told her fellow Honeywell employee and amateur astronomer Jack Jones what her son Mitch had seen in the telescope.

When Barwood made her appeal and the story began to appear in local newspapers, Jones attempted to let people know of Stanley’s sighting. He called Richard de Uriarte, reader advocate at the Arizona Republic, as well as Barwood, directly. To both, Jones said that a local amateur astronomer had examined the lights through a large telescope and had seen that they were airplanes.

Jones says both promised to have someone call back who would take down his story and contact Mitch Stanley.

Neither one did.”

Because it’s perfectly human to want to believe. But how were they planes when everyone saw them flying low and with no sound? The story continues:

“But whose planes were they? Sightings place the group north of Prescott about 8:15 and south of Tucson by 8:45. That’s 200 miles in 30 minutes, which suggests an air speed of 400 miles per hour. Many witnesses swear that the group was moving slowly and was near to the ground, perhaps as low as 1,000 feet. But from the ground, such naked-eye estimations–particularly of shapeless lights–are unreliable. If the group seemed to go only 50 miles per hour when it was really going about 400 mph, the group must have been very high indeed. Such is the stuff of simple physics. Some quick trigonometry based on Holthouse’s memory of the group’s angular speed suggests a height of 6,000 feet. Other witnesses claim that the group seemed so slow as to have almost no angular speed, which suggests a much higher altitude (and might explain why no sound was heard on the ground).

Mitch Stanley’s sighting jibes well with witness reports that the configuration of the lights changed over time. In Prescott, for example, witnesses claim that one of the lights trailed the rest. Such evidence supports the claim that the lights were separate objects rather than one large craft.”

But, come on, they had to be aliens, right? No, they were a bunch of planes, and illusory contours made them look together like one big spacecraft. But we want to believe.

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It’s all fun until someone gets probed.

This is pretty much the case with the “thousands” of parents reporting a sudden onset of autism in their children occurring “immediately” after the administration of a vaccine. If Andrew Wakefield had committed his fraud with the Tdap vaccine instead of MMR, odds are that these parents would be reporting this transition in their children shortly after the Tdap instead of the MMR. If he had committed his fraud with the Hepatitis B vaccine, odds are that these parents would be reporting this transition in their children since birth. (And some do, by the way… They really do claim that their newborn wasn’t born autistic until the Hepatitis B vaccine was given. Figure that one out.)

However, through careful and scientific analysis of the evidence, we have found no link between vaccines and autism. By “we,” I mean scientists, epidemiologists, health care providers, etc. Researchers in different academic settings, working for different pharmaceutical companies (companies that compete with each other), working for different governments, and working in different parts of the world. None of them has found a link between vaccines and autism. Unless we’re all getting paid millions of dollars to cover up the truth, there really no link between vaccines and autism.

Look, I’m not denying that there are plenty of parents who notice a change in their children’s development around the time that their children get their childhood vaccines. Absent everything else, these two events (vaccines and autism diagnosis) would seem to be causally related events. But autism (and immunology) are very complex things. Our brains are very complex things. The world is very complex. And our understanding of that world requires an understanding of very complex systems. So I’m not surprised that it can get so confusing.

The universe is a really big place, too. It stands to reason that there is life out there, somewhere. So it doesn’t surprise me that we want some of that life to find its way to us. We want to believe… We don’t want to be alone. And, like so many parents of autistic children, we want answers and we want to be right.

It’s what we humans do.

The Best Argument Against the “Vax Shill” Argument

Another week, another online and anonymous accusation that I am a “vax shill.” The term means that I am somehow getting money or some other form of material benefit from defending vaccine science. Some weird dude from Pennsylvania would like to take credit for creating that label, but these accusations have been around since the days of Edward Jenner. (Though not online, of course.)

The argument loses steam almost immediately when you start to consider one thing: How much money is enough to “cover-up” an enormously big conspiracy?

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They think this happens to me when I point out that vaccines don’t cause autism.

It’s no secret that pharmaceutical companies make billions of dollars in profit each year. However, vaccines don’t account for much of that cash:

“In fact, vaccines were so unprofitable that some companies stopped making them altogether. In 1967, there were 26 vaccine manufactures. That number dropped to 17 by 1980. Ten years ago, the financial incentives to produce vaccines were so weak that there was growing concern that pharmaceutical companies were abandoning the vaccine business for selling more-profitable daily drug treatments. Compared with drugs that require daily doses, vaccines are only administered once a year or a lifetime. The pharmaceutical company Wyeth (which has since been acquired by Pfizer) reported that they stopped making the flu vaccine because the margins were so low.”

In other words, it would be more profitable for pharmaceutical companies to pay me to defend erectile dysfunction or hypertension medication than to defend the use of vaccines. Heck, if you think about it, vaccines actually prevent people from using other drugs that are more profitable by preventing long-term complications of vaccine-preventable diseases. So, with that in mind, how much money should I ask for if I really were a “vax shill”?

Can you imagine if it were true that vaccines cause autism and there was some coordinated effort to keep “the sheeple” unaware of this? The level of scandal would be almost unmatched. It would probably fill the 24/7 news cycle for weeks. Congressional hearings would be held. People would march on Washington. Pharmaceutical CEOs would run for their lives, maybe even literally.

All until Donald Trump tweets out something idiotic, then we’d probably go back to paying attention to him.

Anyway, if that is the level of disruption that anyone confessing to being in on the conspiracy would raise, how much money would that person ask for in order to stay quiet about that conspiracy? A million? A billion? Or, as David Wong at Cracked.com put it about 9/11 conspiracists:

“No, they’re just getting started. It’s at this stage of the hypothetical plot when the 9/11 conspiracy guys say the real cover-up began. This is when all of the many, many people who could have blown the lid off the whole thing chose to stay silent because they were paid off by the government.

That includes hundreds of private researchers and government employees who prepared gigantic reports about the collapse of the towers from the National Institute of Standards and Technology (NIST) and the Federal Emergency Management Agency (FEMA).

Also, officials in the New York City Fire Department.

All were written fat checks, say the conspiracy guys, to cover up the murder of 3,000 New Yorkers. Keep in mind, some of them were New Yorkers themselves – all of the FDNY guys were – and some of them had friends who died in the towers. The theory even says it was the commander of the FDNY itself who detonated one of the buildings, and therefore he was in on the decision to kill 343 of his own firefighters and 60 police officers.

For money. If that were you… how big would that check have to be? These are people he saw every day, worked with every day. He went to weddings, birthday parties, to baseball games with these guys. In the mind of the 9/11 conspiracy, he’d kill them all for a big enough pile of cash.

Would you?

There’s more. We have hundreds, if not thousands, of reporters and writers who researched the collapse, including the nine reporters and dozens of experts for the huge Popular Mechanics article on the subject.

They were paid off, too. And paid enough to walk away from the story of a lifetime, a chance to blow the lid off the conspiracy. Paid enough to refuse a sure Pulitzer and a lifetime of fame and riches as one of history’s greatest heroes. And paid in such a way that no other reporters would notice and get jealous or ask questions. These people do tend to be the curious type, you know.

We’re getting a nice sized payroll here. Now let’s add in the hundreds of people from a dozen different agencies and police departments who claim to have helped clean up flight 93 wreckage, including 300 volunteers. The conspiracy guys say there was no plane, therefore they were paid to lie, along with all of the witnesses in Pennsylvania who claim to have seen the plane go down.

But wait, there’s more. Because there are hundreds of thousands of civil engineers and structural engineers in the world (people who are experts in what makes buildings fall down) and lots of demolitions experts. Approximately zero of them say the 9/11 attacks looked like bombed buildings. All of them either say outright that the demolition theory is asinine, or are silent in the face of what the Loose Changers say is video proof of mass murder so obvious even an uneducated jackass off the street can spot it.

The conspiracy guys’ explanation?

You guessed it. They were paid to stay silent. Hey, why not? Probably half a million people there, but, you know. Since we’ve got the checkbook out anyway…

Also, think of all of the friends and family of these paid conspirators, who suddenly see all this mysterious wealth…

…Wouldn’t some rumors get started?

You’ve got some hypothetical professor who was about to write a paper proving the towers were demolished, suddenly coming into Powerball-sized wealth and abandoning the paper at the same time… his wife never let it slip? His kids didn’t object? All his jealous colleagues who noticed the sudden new cars and new home and elaborate vacations, nobody asked questions? Nobody made an anonymous call to the IRS, just out of spite? All the bank employees who noticed thousands of mysterious deposits, all of which have to be reported to the IRS, that didn’t leave a trail?

I mean, we’re up to a sizeable portion of the US population here. Odds are you’ve passed some of these people on the street.

Today.

And keep in mind, this can’t be chump change. Even in a world where every structural engineering desk jockey is okay with mass murder, they’re still not going to risk jail and career ruin and walk away from a huge book deal for ten grand. Oh, no, it’s got to be millions, per person, just to make it worth it. Even a dedicated conspirator would need to know he or she was set for life.

Let’s say they wrote 500,000 checks (hell, you’ve got more than 120,000 people in the American Society of Civil Engineers alone, and they’d be the first ones to speak out). Say the average payout was ten million (barely enough to live rich the rest of your life, but let’s just say). So that’s 500,000 times ten million which is…

…Five TRILLION dollars.

That’s about half of the value of all goods and services produced in the United States last year. Therefore the 9/11 conspiracy was, in terms of payroll, the single largest employer in the history of the world.”

The same can be said about “Big Pharma” and how much they would have to pay everyone in on the “vaccines cause autism” conspiracy. Me? I’d ask for 100 million dollars. How much do you think physicians with student loan debts would ask for? And how about nurses? Physician assistants? What about local, state and federal epidemiologists?

We’re talking a lot of money, to the point that it wouldn’t be profitable at all. And all that to protect a product that isn’t that profitable? It’s amazing that Big Pharma makes any money to begin with if this is the case.

So the next time you see someone accusing someone else of being a “vax shill” or of getting some sort of kickback for debunking anti-vaccine nonsense, just ask them how much they think is spent on this conspiracy… And then watch the goalposts move.