Darkest Days
Darkest Days Clip a pair of from FMOLHS to be seen shopping for variety meat, innards, tiny gut intestines, ovaries, all manner of conduit, sexual plumbing, caul fat for wrapping, stomachs inside of stomachs, next to spleens with digestive juice, kidney's with livery shininess, nacreous within the butcher's light, and embryonic sacs, and cyst ropes with outsized beans, nerves, and jelled lubricious integuementary semi-solid--semi-viscous oleaginous fat both yellow and white, both thick, wet and flat, and people found inside its equine hooves underneath its protected folicular equivalent nails and those formed and slowly growing.
Dr. Catherine O’Neal-CNN Newsroom With flower Jean Harlow and Jim Sciutto
With United States Dr. Catherine O'Neal, Chief medical man- girl Lake Regional medical center in Baton Rouge.
she's also Associate in Nursing communicable disease, and professor of drugs at LSU.
Good morning, Doctor, and many thanks.
DR. CATHERINE O'NEAL, CHIEF medical man, OUR lady OF THE LAKE REGIONAL MEDICAL CENTER: word of farewell. many thanks for having Pine Tree State this morning.
HARLOW:
you've got talked about having flashbacks. And it must be jaw-dropping when we have terribly effective treatments for anxiety disorder and schizophrenic psychosis out there.
Are you seeing ... are you- I mean- seeing- seeing DEAD CAJUNS- now?
I understand the Louisiana folks who come to you in your "gift place" are younger and healthier than they were when you were actually forced to treat them, owing to your understandable, negative- professional- medical opinion which you are well-known for broadcasting as unofficial Fed Money Pandemic Funds Head of Relations as to 'those people' thinking they're insusceptible.
You are immunized, and treating them fairly?
O'NEAL:
Fully. And I hope I am.
As an Acadian- do you mind if I talk to my Cajuns out there, Poppy?
"Si la ville First Mamou, nut
Louisiane, peut porter une Rolex à chaque fois que nous obtenons une
bonne note, et nous nous débrouillons vraiment bien.
La vaccination contre les maladies virales responsables de la profanation et de la fin du monde. Qui parle d'aller battre ces tigres dans la Death Valley ?
"If the town of Mamou, Pelican can wear Rolex anytime we get honest --and we do it on February 29th rather well ...
What happened to all the other Cajuns and underserved minorities in this Rice state?
Vaccination against microorganism diseases to blame for blasphemy and the finish of the planet.
Who's talking about tigers and Death? C'est moi!
All day long!
You are not talking about a very little Chinese sickness.
所以我们的医院在五月底就满了 RSV。事实上，我们这个月入院的 sixty five sixty five sixty five COVID 数量增加之前，我们有一个病毒人群。所以避免了一种疾病，我们见人不择难防。
Lyrics to Catherine O'Neal's
Pandemic Cajun Jig
Sneeze in China un Fete en Grande Mamou Pandemic Song
Started with a sneeze, got on a jet, came to a party in Laffayette. Everyone got wet laughing folks they met. No sir, M'am, I ain't leave no Franciscan Missionary Sisters in Big Mamou. But if I had that's one Sister Act with a habit and fanny-pack with a billion dollars they can't spend, cuz they took a vow of poverty, chat. Where y'all at? I spend it for you and you and you. Just roll up your arm and let me stick it in. I do it good. It don't hurt. Have you et yet?
Yes, Mrs. Chief Medical Officer britches.
I do what I do, but I say what I say, no matter I say."
Mamou just like them a bit bit heartbreaking. Honestly it is a lot demoralising to examine folks keep returning in once more and a surge happening once more once we really have made this a preventable disease. unfortunately, this surge is totally different from our previous surges for one or two of reasons, because we dropped our masking and our mitigation, we are having a winter time season in the summer.
Dr. Catherine O’Neal-CNN Newsroom With Poppy Harlow and Jim Sciutto
So our hospitals were full beginning about end of could with RSV. In fact, 65 % of our admits to our children's hospital this month are RSV cases. therefore we have a huge infectious agent influx before our COVID numbers started to go up. and then a preventable unwellness that we're seeing folks not choosing the interference is tough.
The cases are younger. they are for the most part unvaccinated, nearly predominantly unvaccinated. And there are also those who created this choice. and so they have knowledge and they have the information in their hand but they select not to take the Carling float that we've been throwing at them.
SCIUTTO: the consequences of not obtaining immunised are so clear. we just had that range au courant the screen. 94 % of the -- roughly 20,000 COVID-19 infections rumored statewide since might unvaccinated, more than 99 p.c of deaths in Gregorian calendar month were among the susceptible.
You have conversations with folks that are refusing to urge the immunogen. i am just speculative, how does one change their minds? have you ever had any success doing that?
O'NEAL: you recognize, yes, yes, it's tough. And as a tutor, we're not here to alter people's minds, we're here to coach them and facilitate them and build higher au courant choices. thus we have loads of conversations regarding risk, regarding what it suggests that for you, about what it suggests that for the community. And within the finish, you have {to end|to finish} with does one wish to examine tons more death or does one wish Associate in Nursing end to the pandemic?
Because the selection for vaccination straight away is de facto boils all the way down to those 2 things, either heaps more individuals will die as a result of everybody goes to get this or will finish the pandemic through vaccination. And which facet of that does one need to be on? and how does one wish to contribute to the current process?
And I hope we build the proper alternative. we do not have Associate in Nursing possibility out of it. We're aiming to either be in this pandemic an extended time and watch loads of death occur or everybody goes to line up at our immunizing agent station.
HARLOW: Governor John Bel Edwards vetoed a bill that would prohibited some vaccinum necessities for faculties and academic facilities. He said it wasn't necessary. He said that it contributed to the false narrative that COVID vaccines are anything other than safe and effective. you have seen some opposite moves in alternative states by governors at once. What does one assume this can mean for Louisiana and, I suppose, your message to other state leaders?
O'NEAL: i am lucky to be in a state where we have a tendency to are allowed to really communicate well with our state leaders. and we do this and are doing that for 16 months. i am also really lucky to own a state in which our health care organizations have worked along rather well to supply vaccination in multiple ways in which, by buses, by walking the streets, by large vaccination campaigns, we've put it out there in any manner that you simply can imagine.
Neal, Gov. Edwards Press Conference - 12/30/21
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Our Lady of the Lake Children's Health
OLOL/LSU LakeHealthcare Partnership, after
having circled overhead for the better part of a day, marking and
observing dinner--waiting for the telltale sign of first vibrating
massing movement, whose maggoty roil of sub-epidermal entry points,
through orifices, testes, fistulas, eyes--a vulture can see with his
huge eyes, even from atop his drift on warm summer jets.
His eagle majesty, and birder representative, most esteemed, Vulture
gladly relinquish for more practical feathered--lack--the universal
hobo, flying carrion, signifies adroitly, taboo association of primary
function and distinguishment separating him from those other
long-distance glider / breeders, empty-Nester, monogs, opportunists,
with the work ethic of a Millennial bass-player:
wait until you get your feathers good and ruffled-up in a
hypoglycemic nadir, blood sugar event, exacerbated by environmental and
situational inability through social phobia from before you had even
lost your brown baby feathers
Regalia which with us he shares--whose grapes weren't fat, nor juicy,
nor ripe, for the picking, or eating, but for the smashin' hoppers whose
shakers and strainers would separate everything from itself in
brain-rattling din, as the juice ran out red from the side of the bin,
and it bubbled, and took on its new incarnation as the liquefied
product's whose slow maturation was with that wood
from an old cooper's barrel whose bunghole was tight and its stopper as
good as the day the cooper whose first time to make it, stood around
and wondered how he'd hammer and join and burn and attach all cutout
pieces of requisite size, pieces of oak, chenne bois from forest whose
final importation would give the magical formula with terroir, rain,
sun, even pumice, and ash--all kissed and kissing back--
OLOL/LSU LakeHealthcare Partnership, after having circled overhead for the better part of a day, marking and observing dinner--waiting for the telltale sign of first vibrating massing movement, whose maggoty roil of sub-epidermal entry points, through orifices, testes, fistulas, eyes--a vulture can see with his huge eyes, even from atop his drift on warm summer jets.
His eagle majesty, and birder representative, most esteemed, Vulture gladly relinquish for more practical feathered--lack--the universal hobo, flying carrion, signifies adroitly, taboo association of primary function and distinguishment separating him from those other long-distance glider / breeders, empty-Nester, monogs, opportunists, with the work ethic of a Millennial bass-player:
wait until you get your feathers good and ruffled-up in a hypoglycemic nadir, blood sugar event, exacerbated by environmental and situational inability through social phobia from before you had even lost your brown baby feathers
Regalia which with us he shares--whose grapes weren't fat, nor juicy, nor ripe, for the picking, or eating, but for the smashin' hoppers whose shakers and strainers would separate everything from itself in brain-rattling din, as the juice ran out red from the side of the bin, and it bubbled, and took on its new incarnation as the liquefied product's whose slow maturation was with that wood from an old cooper's barrel whose bunghole was tight and its stopper as good as the day the cooper whose first time to make it, stood around and wondered how he'd hammer and join and burn and attach all cutout pieces of requisite size, pieces of oak, chenne bois from forest whose final importation would give the magical formula with terroir, rain, sun, even pumice, and ash--all kissed and kissing back--
would provide
like that of a horse or a cow or other beast of burden, whose burden it
was when not being ridden, milked, butchered, whipped, or bridled, was
herded through spontaneously erected fence-posts and gates, all together
commotion, and into steel slots and chutes and all kinds of restraints,
for shots, brands, feed, or studding out--they knew everyone they had
done, and just one that they didn't--the one that was today, and which
they only did once--the once where they sauntered in single-file line
behind others, ever dutiful, calm, at this point in their life--a full
blown domestication--but for the one last bit of business they never
expected, at the end of the line behind all the horses, their ceased to
be others milling about as one crosses over, or waiting and snorting, or
whinnying or braying, in fact, it seemed like there just much that any
horse was saying, and as he marched further and the tunnel got thinner,
he started to spook of a sudden from some horseflesh gutcheck, something
was definitely amiss--
and just then his long and regal horseface and long chestnut mane were stuck through a hole at the height that he was, and he heard something loud start to whir and to buzz, and it wasn't a bee or a wasp or a snake, although it hissed like a snake, and if it were it would have bit him and then all the lights went out on that 6-year-old stud, and his horselife flashed before his large soulful eyes all the adventure and wind on his coat and fillies and clover he'd had his fill of, and it wasn't so bad, because he didn't know it ever came to an end, except just before that bolt flew into his brain, and the heat and the pressure it blew back his mane, and the rest of the story, he cannot recount, because his legs buckled under, and he dropped like a sac, but of beautiful mottled Milanese leather, or one of those one's whose Birkin's or Louis's were both luxury, status, and Haute Couture art, where he still rides a wild herd of his others on the Champs des Lycees, or on a Red Carpet, held by a rich, leggy lady, whose pride and self-satisfying sense of possession it is which his freedom still gallops in front and into the wind, still on a runway or at the end of a strap, his beast of burden, le sac, purse, LV, Gucci, Hermes, or Fendi swag.