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Watch the Trailer for the Latest Diana BiopicWith boosters now required to maintain Vaccine Passports as current, we have had many inquiries about Novavax. This vaccine is being touted as a traditional vaccine and thus suitable for people who are concerned about the gene-based vaccines such as Pfizer.
The short answer is that while Novavax uses traditional technology, it still produces disease. As such it is not a traditional vaccine.
In this time of mis-information, claims and counter-claims, lets go back to using words with meaning.
A traditional vaccine was defined as an intervention that protected the recipient from illness by inducing immunity. Since 2021 an intervention can be called a vaccine if it stimulates the immune system. So the vaccine no longer has to protect from disease, it only has to stimulate the immune system. Stimulation of the immune system can be good or bad, as anyone with an auto-immune disease has experienced. In fact, a “hyperimmune” response is seen in Covid-19 which results in a severe form of the disease.
Recombinant vaccines consist of a protein or viral-like-particle from a microbe that has been produced by a different virus or culture cells through genetic engineering. (e.g. Hep B, HPV). The protein or particle cannot cause disease but can stimulate the immune response.
Conjugate vaccines are made from parts of a bacterial wall combined to a carrier protein. This creates a powerful, combined immune response (e.g. pneumococcal, meninigocccal, HiB).
These types of vaccine generally require an adjuvant or substance that enhances the immune response.
Is Novavax a traditional vaccine?
To make the Novavax injection, a recombinant technique to produce a viral-like particle or protein is used. In this case cell-lines from moths are used. The cells produce the spike protein which is then extracted and purified. The spike protein is combined with saponins as the adjuvant, for an increased immune response.
This is only part of the picture. The company states that “our recombinant vaccine engineering takes a new approach to provide robust and functional immunity, which may be more efficacious than naturally occurring immunity or traditional vaccines”. This clearly indicates that Novavax is not a traditional vaccine.
The Novavax injection administers the Sars-CoV-2 spike protein directly into the muscle, along with Saponin to increase the immune response. It is known that the Spike protein causes disease, impairs DNA repair and damages blood vessels.
So instead of injecting a viral-like particle or protein that does not cause disease, Novavax injects a viral-like particle or protein that does cause disease. This is not a traditional method of vaccination.
Furthermore, it is unclear whether the adjuvant saponin is safe. Traditional adjuvants such as aluminum and mercury may elicit significant adverse effects in some people and saponin is known to be irritating to the body.
No information is provided about the nanoparticles. We are suspicious.
What did we do before we had vaccines? We are led to believe that there is no cure for viruses. This is of course false. Humans have evolved alongside microbes including viruses for millennia. Viral DNA is found in our own human DNA.
So, humans are well placed to stay healthy when infected with viruses, even “new” viruses. Our innate immune system can mount a response against microbes that it has not encountered before. Furthermore, if you have ever had a cold, you have some memory of how to fight Coronaviruses in general.
Of course, we all get sick. That is part of being human and allows us to get stronger. When we respect and nourish our bodies, we can mount our own superior immunity without needing to subject ourselves to nano-particles or purified spike protein.
&gt;but how was I meant to know this without looking it up? 

You are meant to look it up, that's why the internet was invented.

&gt;how am I meant to retain all these functions and understand what they do? 

Take physical notes with a pen, read them outloud, try to recall them while you enjoy an outdoor walk and/or crunchy snack. *Trying* to recall things strengthens your brains ability to recall things. It's just like lifting weights and getting muscles, only the'muscle' is a network of neurons in your brain.

&gt;I feel a sense of guilt when I look up something because it feels like I'm cheating in a way.

Do you feel guilty when you use modern appliances instead of rubbing two sticks together to make a fire? When buy groceries instead of picking berries in the woods?

 Just start writing ideas on the cards "an app that does x", scribble on the cards how you think it might function, what function names and variables you might need, this is exercise so you can totally copy someone elses app idea as you work out how you think it's built. Again muscle memory will develop and then you can go from scribble on cards to coding for hours.Judge to rule on reelection lawsuit Wednesday
Richard Dunn suing Miami city commissioner Michelle Spence-Jones over third term
A Miami-Dade Circuit Court judge is expected to rule Wednesday on whether Michelle Spence-Jones can run for a third term in November.
Former commissioner Richard Dunn is suing Spence-Jones, who was suspended for 17 months soon after she was elected to her second term.
The bribery charges against her were dropped and Spence-Jones returned to the commission while receiving back pay and attorney's fees from the city.
Dunn said her bid for reelection violates the city charter. He is asking a judge to disqualify Spence-Jones.
"We're hoping for victory. We're hoping that the will of the people, which was decided upon in 1999, will be respected," said Dunn.
"I think always when everything is said and done, I think the voters should have the right as to who they elect and I think that if we're doing things from a democratic standpoint, we should allow the voters to make a choice. It should not be based upon what a judge is saying," said Spence-Jones.Poems & prose from D.W., The Diamond Dog (Poems), Anhinga Press, Tallahassee, 2010
The Diamond Dog
He hasn’t jumped yet; his square-cut
body like a calving glacier
hasn’t glitter-struck you, hasn’t
revealed its malachite striations,
its contradictions of
transparency.
Once I walked
on the Mendenhall Glacier or maybe
I dreamt it? Fear clothed me –
rubber boots, yellow slicker, over
wool hooded sweatshirt, all
made of fear’s cloth, as I looked
down into the water, fathomless as
my anger about the past, water I had to
step over, from the boat
to glacier shelf.
Little Dog, you were not there, or I could have
stepped on your back naked,
shedding the clothes of trepidation
I could have ridden you, Diamond Dog –
over, past, and away –
leaving behind all the blame
and regret of betrayals, the house in the orange grove, the ash heap
from which we both came.
Blue Ice Wolf
I. The Visitation
Like a paper with a bent corner, haphazardly
stuffed in an accordion file, I was lying
at midnight in a hospital room. It was cold enough
to keep a yellow rose in a Styrofoam cup
fresh for 10 days
without new water.
There was only a film
between waking or sleeping, nothing
opaque. Eyes open or closed
absorbed the same images.
Thus whether it was
a waking sight, or one from sleep, is
only surmise. But with quick
solidity, it was there, standing
oblique to the corner of my bed.
Tall as a man’s shoulder,
and motionless, his eyes looking straight ahead,
rather than at me. I myself was shivering, as I often did there at night,
but seeing this presence, I forgot my
discomfort and murmured, as those who are ill
speak without sound,
“the blue ice wolf”.
His coat, as Stevens says of junipers,
was “shagged
with ice”.
Even though friends have told me that my apparition was
benevolent, that wolves are protectors, companions,
kindly escorts, some part of me
thought I saw one of death’s messengers. It
felt Egyptian to me, yet neither a jackal
nor Anubis of the desert.
No, the ice was there, like the chips of it that were my
only sustenance that week, shaping
or glinting his coat until it was
crusted and bejeweled. The Blue Ice Wolf
was there to accompany me as I trod
underground paths. Now, when I peek out
from that place I was a few weeks ago,
I see his shadow still alert,
watching, not
me, but everything that
comes near, listening
I think
to my papery breath
that moves and rustles, even in recovery.
He is watching over me,
as if he is a father.
II. Incomplete Dawn
I didn’t know until now that
he was my Diamond Dog