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theobromophileLet’s play 80’s Trivia…….
What group was responsible for the Western world’s first bioterrorism attack?
tick….tick…..tick……
Need a hint? OK, “Antelope, Oregon“
Give up yet? Heh™……………
In the summer of 1984, members of a religious cult known as the Rajneeshees, followers of the Indian guru Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh, attempted to gain political control of Wasco County, Oregon by attacking the city of The Dalles in what is considered to be the only known biological attack in the United States during the 20th century. By September of 1984 the town’s water supply and at least ten other locations in The Dalles would fall victim to the attacks and more than 700 people would become ill, most from eating at restaurant salad bars contaminated with Salmonella typhimurium. source
Well, these very same sex-obsessed, gun-toting, utopian “Orange People” terrorists are back at it. Although, reportedly some of them relocated to Charlotte NC, [editors note: Orange County, NC.....ya think this might be one of the neighbors that Lizzie Edwards is terrified of? Of course, it's just a coincidence.] other leaders of the Antelope cult settled in and around Byron Bay, Australia. Greg Roberts in The Australian has an interesting report that these “Orange People”, or “Sanyassins”, as they are sometimes called, have been recruiting people to “work and live in [an island] paradise.”
Byron Bay Sanyassin Deborah Stone [formerly of antelope, OR] has recruited staff for the Anunda Healing Resort, but when contacted by The Australian, said the plan had been scrapped. “It was a beautiful idea but it won’t happen,” she said.
But two people accepted to work on the island said they had recently been told the project was proceeding.
Ms Stone denied the project was organised by her sect. “I am just the middle person,” she said. She declined to identify its backers or the island’s location.
Ms Stone, a director of the Osho Mevlana Foundation, runs Osho’s House Healing Centre in Byron Bay under her Sanyassin name, Santoshi.
Applicants for resort jobs were told they would live on an ocean liner before being transferred to the island.
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Wuh oh. Aussies, don’t drink the water, and make sure your food is well cooked.
1984?
Dang, was busting my hump, and seldom caught much news. Don’t remember anything about it.
I vaguely remember it. My favorite uncle lived in the area, was diagnosed with lung cancer, and died in 1985 shortly after we were able to fly in for a long weekend visit (but just about an hour visit with him; by that time the pain was torturous and he had to remain off pain medications in order to be able to be awake in order to speak to us). He begged me to make the smokers in the family quit but of course the smokers believed they were/are immortal and figure they’ll beat the odds.
Can’t beat the odds.
Nobody gets out of this thing alive.
/so enjoy
In this case, the family curse. Every male in that particular family line has died of either skin cancer or heart disease at a relatively young age (none older than 60 and most considerably younger), and all were smokers. Would they have lived longer if they were nonsmokers? Well, the only ones left alive out of a large family are the female nonsmoking aunts, the female smokers died young as well.
Whoops, meant lung cancer, have just been getting an update about a friend who had a malignant melanoma removed, so guess I have skin cancer on the brain.
Well, folks die of cancer at very young ages, and never used tobacco of any kind.
Somethings gonna get ya’, fo’sho’.
Dang…kids have heart attacks while on the practice fields, all across the country.
And sadly, many more get in car crashes.
How’s that smoking cessation goin’ wit’ you? (Grin–or should I ask?)
Yeah, nobody is gettin’ out of here alive; however, I prefer to be healthy as long as I possibly can because while I really don’t fear the certainty of dying and look upon it more as the next great adventure, I don’t want to be gasping for breath after walking two or three steps.
That’s old news.
Still want them sometimes, but no biggee.
My Mom smoked from the time she was 18, til she died, and never had anything more than a little cough from it. No cancer, emphysema, nothing.
N2L, I have also known people like that. They just aren’t in my family (grin) and my brothers all have a very strong history of lung cancer with smoking on both the paternal and maternal side.
Cancer on my Dad’s side, not my Mom’s.
I think one mitigating factor is the fact that my Dad and his family seldom had more than beans to eat during the depression, while my Mom and her family lived on a farm, and if nothing else, they always had lots of good food to eat.
Predisposition and diet are major factors.
A genetic crap shoot, as it were.
Doesn’t work out like that with our family, both sides grew up on farms with veggies…albeit in an era where veggies were boiled into mush for hours with bacon grease or salt pork for seasoning (not that there’s anything wrong with that…)
Yep.
Need to shut down.
See ya’.
G’night, then.
Well, aren’t you guys just full of sunshine and roses.
Being uncharacteristically somber, am I? After reading N2L’s post up top, I’ve been thinking about life, death, and the choices we make, and why we make them.
We all have our moments, and I just had no other comment and shouldn’t have made one.
Not getting snippy (sorry if it came out that way) but was trying to explain.
Heh. I was raggin’ on N2L for cigarettes and I used to hitchhike throughout the western USA and Mexico. Talk about feeling immortal!
No Swamps, I just should have added a
I was being snarky.
Oh, if you’re going to do snark, you might better sharpen up your stick.
I’m trying to think of how to comment on N2L’s post above, but feel that I’m not worthy.
As for the Ragneesh, Orange People, or whatever they were, they came through here in the 80’s and kept going. They were looking for appeasers way back then. I know they weren’t the terrorists we are fighting now, but just the same, they found the appeasers in Oregon. Someone is always pushing, looking for the weakest spot. I’d forgot all about the Ragneeshes ’til now.
As for snark, sometimes I forget just who I hang with here. I’d do better if I keep my snark to myself.
Why is it that all somebody has to do is be from a foreign country, dress in a robe, and act like an a**hole to get a multitude of loyal followers?
/I can do all that with a southern accent.
Yeah, you could, but then you’d get people like me and Larry the Cable Guy following you. And that can’t be good.
Are you kidding me? I’m sure Larry the Cable Guy is in my gene pool somewhere.
Well hell then, put on the robe, we’re all awaiting the next great leader. Just don’t go with orange, I hate orange. Maybe a nice ice blue or something.
Well, hang on, I have to think of something really catchy to use as a tenet of the religion. I think the Native American church has already got religiously sanctioned drug use, so we might have to get by with beer and pork ribs for the services.
/And no stupid vows of chastity, either.
Maybe stupid vows of chastity are okay during the services. Mandatory, even.
Hmmmm beer and pork ribs. We can get over that chastity thing. What is that anyway? Oh, do you mean chastity only during the services? That would be a good thing.
Hmmm. Actually, Al Gore makes a pretty good living by living to excess, and telling everybody else what they should give up. Perhaps preaching ascetism is the way to go.
Since it’s coming up on April 15, giving up paying taxes seems like a good thing.
Until the IRS comes knocking down the door.
Hey, whatever ascetism is it must be good. Gore lives pretty High on the Hog.
Give up paying taxes? Nope, aint gonna do it, wouldn’t be prudent. Besides, you can get away with murder, or anything else if you cover your tracks, but they’ll nail you on taxes.
I’m going to call it a night. G’nite Swamps, get those rules made up for us.
Heh. I think I’ve got it. Skinny people are the people of Satan and a mark of eeevil, and God’s chosen people are well rounded.
G’night, Robert D! Sleep well.