***Note [this note was written on the Publishing Date of (3-30-2011) Reflected in the Title Or It Was Written on the Day After this of the 31st]: This blog is still unfinished. It needs multiple corrections, and quite a bit of editing/improvement. This blog is perhaps a few hours away “writing-time-wise” from it’s completion. And I do not know exactly when I am going to be able to get to this (perhaps in a few days). These words will be removed when this blog is done. Allen***
I am “this close” (holding up my thumb and finger close together) to burying the pharmaceutical drug industry with the Truth.
Big Pharma only has a few more days to grab me before a decent completed version of the blog titled “Will The American Public Win The Race Against Big Pharma?”… one with a carefully written Preface… will be done, and spread all over the Internet.
This will bury them.
The first draft of the Preface that I am writing for the blog titled “Will The American Public Win The Race Against Big Pharma” might be the END of it!
My first very carefully written rendition of this Preface got “hacker-erased” tonight”. (Two hours work down the drain ‘cause I am a dummy and did not back my work up…lol. Some really good copy got “hacker-erased” the night before too. I am a complete idiot. I should have known better for sure.)
This Preface that got erased was very damaging to Big Pharma.
I surmise that “they” feel that they had to erase this Preface to try to slow me down (perhaps to have a chance at killing me before this Preface “makes the Internet and is spread all over” with its associated blog.)
I did have a possible hit attempt on my life last night. (I count this as probable hit attempt #5. However, the second probable hit attempt involved multiple events over about a week’s time. In reality, I think I am up to “a dozen or even more”.)
Hit attempts don’t bother me anymore. All they do is “motivate me to fight harder”. Nothing fazes me. I am calm, cool, and collected. (I knew a week ago that things would come to this soon.)
In material I posted to a Yahoo Group recently, I concluded with the following:
“I pledge to always do my best for the world without any fear, restraint, or regret. The truth must be heard.”
I pledge to the world that I will try complete and a carefully considered and well written Preface by late Wednesday night, the 30th. At worst, I will only miss this firm deadline by another day. (I will also upgrade this Preface for a day or two afterward.)
Only my death in the next 15 hours or so can stop a Preface from becoming part of The Race Vs. Big Pharma blog on my WordPress site at http://nutrientscure.wordpress.com/ .
If Big Pharma gets lucky and succeeds in stopping me via “permanent means” they WILL LOSE THE RACE against the American public.
What follows is why.
My martyrdom from becoming dead this April would result in BOTH the blog titled “Will The American Public Win The Race Against Big Pharma?”, and many of my blogs on http://nutrientscure.wordpress.com/, GOING VIRAL ON THE INTERNET SOON.
I have my Enemy boxed it. Whatever happens from here on out Big Pharma is doomed!
Do you remember a blog that I wrote last summer titled The Financial Trigger To Crush Big Pharma Is In Place (10-17-2010)?
If not, you can find it here: http://nutrientscure.wordpress.com/2010/10/17/the-financial-trigger-blog-upgraded-10-17-2010/.
JUST WAIT UNTIL THE “RACE BLOG” WITH A WELL WRITTEN PREFACE ATTACHED HITS WALL STREET in a few days or so, and has a week or two to catch on…
It is “sell stock short time” for sure… lmao.
There is a method to my madness, it seems.
My best guess in regard to how things are going to go from here on out is as follows:
The Race Vs. Big Pharma blog loads my carbine’s 30 round magazine AND puts a round in the chamber.
The safety is off.
My carbine is cocked.
EVERY SINGLE DAY FOR THE NEXT THIRTY DAYS I AM GOING TO PUT A “TRUTH BULLET” RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF “BIG PHARMA’S PACK OF LIES”. (“Truth bullets” are not metal. They are “made out of words”.)
Big Pharma is done starting tomorrow, when my first Truth Bullet “sees the light of day” (reaches the Internet, and may begin to make it to Wall Street too!).
Big Pharma is also done! every single day thereafter, as I put another Truth Bullet in their pack of lies (via the Internet).
I am going to fire these Truth Bullets “once a day” until I run out of shells a month down the road.
These Truth Bullets primarily relate to my work this April organizing and improving “the related blogs section” of “Will The American Public Win The Race Against Big Pharma?”. (See this blog in a day or two for more details in this regard.)
I sure hope that I live thirty more days (until I run out of ammo).
However, if I do not live thirty more days there is NO WAY that I am not going to become A Martyr For The Cause. The World will know what happened; my readers will know this first.
I did have to take action on a number of fronts last night (Tuesday night).
I had to foil a suspicious attempt at entry into my apartment. It was easy to do this. All I had to do is say “NO WAY am I opening my door tonight” in a very firm tone of voice.
This entry attempt sure “smelled real funny to me”.
I am going to not going to give you exact odds on this, but I will give you a rough idea. Perhaps 50/50 or worse (higher) is “the odds range” in regard to losing my life last night “if I opened the door to my apartment” when I was asked. (I have a long life history of being good at estimating odds.)
After this possible hit attempt, I decided to talk to a man at the front desk where I live last night. I told him that “the next three days mattered most”, and the reasons why. (He seemed to accept what I was saying. I can’t wait to thank him for this.)
I also talked to two other people behind the front desk in regard to my general plight earlier in the day. (And I gave both of these persons an eight minute DVD in a mailing envelope which explains such.)
I made arrangements to talk on the phone tomorrow afternoon with an understanding (of my situation) manager of the apartment complex that I live in.
Some of the staff of my apartment complex believe in me. And they are helping me in regard to my personal security. (Thank God.)
I phoned the Phoenix Police on a non-emergency number last night. I explained to the policewoman that I talked to that I might lose my life soon, and why.
The policewoman that I spoke with offered to have someone come over and talk to me. I declined this offer repeatedly. I told this woman “I am safe. I need to write on my computer tonight. I could not be bothered with this stuff last night. I didn’t have the time for this. I called the Phoenix Police “to go on record, just in case I lose my life tonight.”
I did promise this policewoman that I talked to that I would be calling the Central Phoenix Police station tomorrow or the next day, when I can find the time. “No, I am not asking for ANY action on your (the Police’s) part. I just want to go on an Official Police Record in regard to this stuff.” (This record may help to ensure martyrdom. God forbid people think I died in April from ill health, old age, or an accident.)
I should perhaps mention that at least a few dozen “VERY ODD EVENTS” (computer-wise and otherwise) have happened to me in the past few days.
All of these odd events started soon after I first posted the blog “Will The American Public Win The Race Against Big Pharma?” widely to the Internet.
[It would take me hours to write all of the details of these oddities up. I am not going to waste ANY of my valuable writing time on this stuff. These oddities are insignificant as far as the big picture goes. I already know that hit people are in the neighborhood and they want to kill me soon. What would be the point of explaining oddities to the world in an attempt to prove what I already know? I have much more meaningful things to do.]
I am 100% safe in my apartment as long as I do not open the door. (I sleep, live, and work in complete safety while inside.)
Let us focus on the positive for the moment.
I am going to proceed ASAP shooting Truth Bullets on the Internet once a day for the entire month of April. As I said before, these Truth Bullets are made “out of words”.
There will not be a single day in April that my Nutrientscure WordPress site does not significantly improve in regard to its content (especially that of The Race Between The Public And Big Pharma blog).
I will be not be posting much material to Yahoo Groups in April. Other than a “once or twice a month towards the end of the month” post(s) to Yahoo Groups, people will have to come to http://nutrientscure.wordpress.com/ if they are interested what I have to say.
I have two new audiences for “bulk cross posting” of my written material now.
Wall Street is one new audience of mine.
Our elected officials (on both the State and Federal level) is the other.
I wonder how long I will last this April posting the “Will The American Public Win The Race Against Big Pharma?” blog to Wall Street… lmao. (I have yet to lose my sense of humor. And I learned from God how to overcome all of my fears.)
What follows is an excerpt from a Yahoo Group I recently made to help the reader understand my current frame of mind:
“Don’t feel sorry for me. What I have learned has the power to help millions someday. I feel blessed to be where I am. I have NO regrets regardless of what may happen to me.”
Big Pharma cannot win!
Mark my words. The blog titled “Will The American Public Win The Race Against Big Pharma?” will bury them.
And mark my words again. Its Preface completed and attached to it will “bury them again”.
Some day history is probably going to say:
“The Power Of Words… the the Power Of Truth… the Power Of YouTube, NaturalNewsTV, and the like… THE POWER OF THE INTERNET… and The Power Of One Smart Man that was willing to Work Hard For Over Sixteen Years to find a cure that did not exist before… that’s all it took to bring Big Pharma crashing down within a matter of months.”
The health of the human race, its survival, and the survival of the planet, is all that I ever really cared about. (The most notable exceptions here are my two beloved sons Willy and Max, of course.)
Fame don’t mean beans to me. Neither does money. (What good are fame and money going to do for me when I am dead?)
I define myself as “a humble little worker bee” for God… the little piece of God in “all of us”. God Nature, as my father used to say.
Don’t thank me for any of this.
Thank God. Thank my son Willy. Thank my son Maxwell too.
Thank all of the authors of accurate Alternative Medical Books.
Thank Helen, my best friend after Jimmy died. (He was my best friend before her.)
Thank all of the people that helped me in one way or another over the years, both family and friends.
And give A Very Special Thank You to my father and mother Arthur and Marion Darman.
Incidentally, Pinochle between the three of us was “an almost weekly event”. Over the years (and there were many of them), we played Pinochle for hundreds of hours against each other, my mother, my father, and I. All three of us were geniuses in multiple, albeit different, ways. By their admission… I was the best single deck pinochle player of the bunch, even regularly besting my mother, who was a Life Master at bridge, and one of the best bridge players in the country.
Marion, your deep love for me saved me countless times in my life from age eleven (my bipolar onset) onward. I think of you every single day.
Said tongue in cheek to my father while my mother listens in between Pinochle hands (she is the dealer)…
Art, I BLAME YOU! for this jam I have got myself in. It is all your fault! lmao (laughing my ass off)
My father was A Very Special Man. Just ask anyone that really knew him. We will all say the same kind of things about him.
Art, I blame you (lol) because you drilled three things into me time, and time, and time again… both when I was a child and a young man.
One was “Doctors spoon feed out knowledge a little at a time, and withhold the rest. They are NOT to be trusted at all.”
“Think. You have a Good Brain. Your Good Brain Will Pull You Out Of Any Jam You May Get Yourself Into… If You Use It Wisely.”
And the last was…
“Money is nothing! It is only paper! A pile of money is only a pile of paper! Money is only a means to an end. It is worthless in and of itself.”
Art, on all counts you were right “in spades”.
How ironic! These three seeds of Truth my father taught me beginning in the sixties, during conversations around a round maple dining room table that my father himself had designed, toppled Big Pharma decades later.
The World owes a Very Special Thank you to my father Arthur Patrick Darman for sure.
I look forward to seeing Art and Marion in heaven when the time comes. We are going to play some Pinochle again! Hoorah!
I can’t wait to to tell them the story titled “They Messed With The Wrong Guy”… lmao while I tell it.
It’s a story about the Stupidity of Big Pharma!
We are going to Die Laughing! my mother,my father, and I. Some of us might wet our pants… lol… or need to go the the bathroom in a real hurry! This story is So Funny! It’s an Absolute Scream!
My dearly beloved father Arthur died in 1996. He will forever reside in my heart.
My dearly beloved mother passed away in 2005. She will forever reside in my heart too.
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