Lets hear it for France guys, they know whats up
I wish America would do this, they’re so glamorized by the media. Kinda gross watching little girls run around half naked with make-up on taught at an early age being pretty will get them what they want. I consider it border-line abuse.
Ugh, hello night anxiety and nyctophobia… I haven’t slept with a night light since I was 9, but I just might have to do that tonight.
DO NOT GIVE OR GET ANY VACCINATIONS FOR YOURSELF OR YOUR KIDS………..
Ok, lets break this down nice and simple.
Formaldehyde is from the purification of the vaccine. 99.9% of which is removed. The reason it doesn’t give a dosage is so minuscule that it can’t be measured without going into picograms. That’s one trillionth of a gram. You breathe in more formaldehyde by driving down a busy road than in a vaccine.
Thimerosal is NOT elemental mercury, It is a molecular compound made up of carbon, hydrogen, mercury, sodium, oxygen, and surfer. This is used as a preservative for the vaccine. Thimerosal is used in a variety of other things, like tattoo ink, facial creams, nasal sprays. It’s toxic to humans only in fairly large quantities but highly toxic to aquatic born organisms like infectious bacteria. In short, it makes sure you don’t get salmonella from a stray bacteria from the chicken embryos.
As for the dosage of the Thimerosal. That is the most laughable point in this post. It says 25 mcg, that’s micrograms, or one millionth of a gram. To put this in perspective, a dollar bill weighs roughly 1 gram, the average human eyelash is around 80-90 micrograms. The box also says that it contains a 5ml (milliliter/cc) vial which leads me to my next point.
A little simple math and we find out that 25 mcg = 0.00003 ml and a little more math we find that 0.00003 ml is 0.00006% of 5 ml. Let me put this another way. By the age of 5, an American child weighs about 50-55lbs and their body contains 55 mcg of Uranium. I don’t see any kids running around with radiation sickness, so I think they’re safe with a preservative in them.
TL;DR: This is like saying you don’t want your child eating their baked birthday cake because raw eggs were used to make it and you don’t want your child getting salmonella from it.
1: yeah… Idek, bro. Some people are just weird and rude as shit. And I don’t remember exactly. Something along the lines of “my oc is good as it is”, so I didn’t really lash out or anything. ;v;
2: FABULOUSSSSS. Yes. XD
It’s terribly disrespectful and I just have to suspect that the person who did it was either very young or they’ve never had an oc of their own. The latter seems less plausible tbh.
You ever had a random person that you’ve never even talked to comment on your art with something like:
"You should give your OC this/that kind of hair/clothes/whatever because it would look so much better."?
I get so fucking depressed whenever a friend of mine is successful in some area and I’m not. Especially art. And then I feel terrible, because I’m still really happy for them and feel super proud of their achievements, but I get so damn jealous it’s disgusting.
You are on your way from the LOCAL LIBRARY to the U-HAUL rental center to rent a moving van when you are suddenly confronted by a TEMPLAR KNIGHT. He wields his BROADSWORD threateningly, expressing through his firm body language that he shows no interest in letting you pass. What is your course of action?
You turn and walk away from the LOCAL LIBRARY, abandoning your mission to rent a moving van from the U-HAUL rental center. The TEMPLAR KNIGHT does not pursue you; as you make some distance from him, you can hear him sheathing his BROADSWORD back into its scabbard. You get home, but you never do rent a U-Haul van and have to give away all of your belongings in your old apartment before you move into your new apartment, leaving you eternally bitter and unhappy…
Ugh, I’m almost broke;;;
I’d offer commissions but I never really get anything sold, haha.
Ok there’s been thunder for two days now and I’m getting hella tired of this.
Thor is being a fucking asshat of a neighbor rn.