Kung Future in Cambodia are starting a maternal-child nutrition project with a small foundation sponsorship received recently. Unable to travel there, it is an Australian-English-Cambodian partnership underway with untrained local staff implementing the work via support through Zoom meetings. At a time when extra and intensive support is needed most in the face of hunger and rising rates of malnutrition, this seems especially deficient. For now, into an unknown future, there is no choice. That the poorest suffer the most, horrifically and invisibly, is no more apparent than now. As we conduct our needs analysis in the community our staff are pressured by many families who have lost their meagre incomes. Highly vulnerable to health crises and human rights abuses, they want to know why we have set criteria which excludes them. Responding to despair requires a special type of resilience which thankfully my colleagues possess. The below information from The potential impacts of the COVID-19 crisis on maternal and child undernutrition in low and middle income countries, published in pre-print prior to peer review, is truly devastating. The cause is not “Covid-19” as claimed, but lockdown.
By 2022 COVID-19 could result in an additional 9.3 million wasted and 2.6 million stunted children, 168,000 additional child-deaths, 2.1 million maternal anemia cases, 2.1 million children born to low BMI women and US$29.7 billion future productivity losses due to excess stunting and child mortality. An additional $1.2 billion per year is needed to mitigate these effects. Governments and donors must maintain nutrition as a priority, continue to support resilient systems, and ensure efficient use of new and existing resources.
Regardless of the lack of information available via mainstream, evidence continues to mount that PCR positivity does not relate to presence of disease, nor to infectivity. To quote Nick Hudson, “during an epidemic you start off knowing nothing, and you have to get to a point of knowing something. If you’re not allowed to disagree about what it is that we know, then you’re pretty much guaranteeing a position of ignorance, or a position of manipulation… This has not been about the science. Even here in South Africa, we sit here day after day, pointing to the data, pointing to the facts of science, only to open the newspaper and find that every jumped-up scientist on the payroll of the Gates Foundation or the government is talking about the next version of panic“.
Today I discovered Norman Fenton, a British mathematician and Professor in Risk Information Management at Queen Mary University in London. At his blog Probability and Law, he uses UK government data to demonstrate with clarity, that a false positive pseudo-epidemic is in motion there. He clearly shows the data that is not being shared by the government, but which is needed for context and understanding of the actual situation. Meanwhile, Matt Hancock (Secretary of State for Health and Social Care) announced in parliament yesterday that there is a “new variant… which may be associated with the faster spread in the south-east of England”. Whether deliberate or innocent, his announcement has caused a surge in panic whilst simultaneously being debunked by scientists who study the genetics of this virus. There are currently hundreds of variants of SARS-CoV-2 in circulation, as demonstrated by this phylogenetic chart.
Professor Sunetra Gupta presented at the third Annual “Princeton in Europe” Lecture in 2013. It seems ironic that in her introductory welcome, the MC mentions previous presentations relating to “democracy in it’s response to crises“, and “wilful blindness in plain sight“. Her lecture is titled “Pandemics: Are We All Doomed?“. The whole hour is worth listening to and extremely pertinent to today’s circumstance. The presentation illustrates why she is one of the world’s pre-eminent infectious disease epidemiologists. I particularly enjoyed learning of Winston Churchill’s poetic talents. As a 15 year old student at Harrow School in 1890, he wrote the following poem about an influenza pandemic (known as The Russian Flu – which in fact may have been Coronavirus, HC0C43 entering the human transmission chain), which killed about 1 million of the world’s 1.5 billion population.
The Influenza, 1890
Oh how shall I its deeds recount
Or measure the untold amount
Of ills that it has done?
From China’s bright celestial land
E’en to Arabia’s thirsty sand
It journeyed with the sun.
O’er miles of bleak Siberia’s plains
Where Russian exiles toil in chains
It moved with noiseless tread;
And as it slowly glided by
There followed it across the sky
The spirits of the dead.
The Ural peaks by it were scaled
And every bar and barrier failed
To turn it from its way;
Slowly and surely on it came,
Heralded by its awful fame,
Increasing day by day.
On Moscow’s fair and famous town
Where fell the first Napoleon’s crown
It made a direful swoop;
The rich, the poor, the high, the low
Alike the various symptoms know,
Alike before it droop.
Nor adverse winds, nor floods of rain
Might stay the thrice-accursed bane;
And with unsparing hand,
Impartial, cruel and severe
It travelled on allied with fear
And smote the fatherland.
Fair Alsace and forlorn Lorraine,
The cause of bitterness and pain
In many a Gaelic breast,
Receive the vile, insatiate scourge,
And from their towns with it emerge
And never stay nor rest.
And now Europa groans aloud,
And ‘neath the heavy thunder-cloud
Hushed is both song and dance;
The germs of illness wend their way
To westward each succeeding day
And enter merry France.
Fair land of Gaul, thy patriots brave
Who fear not death and scorn the grave
Cannot this foe oppose,
Whose loathsome hand and cruel sting,
Whose poisonous breath and blighted wing
Full well thy cities know.
In Calais port the illness stays,
As did the French in former days,
To threaten Freedom’s isle;
But now no Nelson could o’erthrow
This cruel, unconquerable foe,
Nor save us from its guile.
Yet Father Neptune strove right well
To moderate this plague of Hell,
And thwart it in its course;
And though it passed the streak of brine
And penetrated this thin line,
It came with broken force.
For though it ravaged far and wide
Both village, town and countryside,
Its power to kill was o’er;
And with the favouring winds of Spring
(Blest is the time of which I sing)
It left our native shore.
God shield our Empire from the might
Of war or famine, plague or blight
And all the power of Hell,
And keep it ever in the hands
Of those who fought ‘gainst other lands,
Who fought and conquered well.