NOTHING can withstand CONTINUOUS CULTIVATION

a Lesson in Poison Ivy

There are a number of memorable sayings/events that occured in my life that once had been had, remained with me for the duration to shape what I thought and how I acted.

During jump school, the instructor said, “You will be sitting in the doorway of a Cessna 180 with your legs sideways out the door at 80 Knots. When we get over the DZ [Drop Zone] the Jump Master will tap you on your shoulder. With your hands outside the doorway you need to lean back and throw yourself out the door to make sure that you clear the tail section. You are the only one in that doorway. DO NOT TURN AROUND AND ASK: “Who Me?”.

I consulted a coworker at a grocery store on my Canadian Thistle problem because she was in the univestity horticultural degree program. I told her that I would not use pesticides of any kind but didn’t know what to do because the buggers were coming up everywhere from the parent plant following rhizomes in an expanding 20-foot circle.

She said to me: “NOTHING CAN WITHSTAND CONTINUOUS CULTIVATION.”

This is a concept that can be seen as attempted to be implemented in Gaza, Canaan; but without the relentlessness or results of that concept.

The Yahoodim are like cats with mice in a bathtub. Well before: 1409 BC when the Shem Clan, Inc. INVADED Canaan to Jen Oh Side their Ham Clan, Inc. cousins, both had been involved in internecene war. But what good is a cat with a mouse trapped in a bathtub (Gaza) if the cat unalives the mouse? The whole purpose of Shem Clan, Inc. is to Tear Your Eyes, inflict Pain and Suffering; with Deth only as a diffuse but specific goal as part of the package.

IF Shem Clan, Inc. were to fill the bathtub with their Chosen Enemies then get rid of all of the mice (Hammite Cousins), then there would be other races/tribes/people (goy) to Tear Your Eyes but WHERE’S THE “FUN” IN THAT?

So, I’ve viewed this 3434-year reign of tear your as a kind of pruning, a topiary of pain, suffering, and death, by the criminally insane, neurosyphilitic, blood-thirsty who have to know the concept of continuous cultivation but DO NOT EMPLOY IT because a Tore Sure Er has to have a victim or they are unfulfilled.

This will be among the last Substacks that I produce for a specific reason that I will clearly explain at the end, but it (as does all of my life since learning the phrase) focuses in on that horticultural tip - gift - that I was given in the early 1990s.

The woman I consulted told me that if I took a spade and started digging all of the tap roots and laterals and got them out of the ground, into the sun, and made sure that they were DED! that the canadian thistle would never come back.

I did.

It didn’t.

Since I have eaten a vegetarian to vegan diet most of my life I only wore cotton gloves when doing farm or garden work. The thorns on Canadian Thistle LAUGH at the idea of cotton gloves. So, the exercise was not without PAIN and suffering. The 20-foot radius took several days (maybe a week? can’t remember it was 35-years ago) to complete, digging in the hot sun. Hot sun was good in those days because the white shirts I wore had the backs disintegrated in a single season due to what THey did to the atmosphere that allowed destructive UV rays through. That was a good thing towards the only satisfaction I got looking at these MONSTEROUS plants shrivel and Dye in the sun.

Be it noted however, that if you dig up a Canadian Thistle intact with its tap root and it is anywhere within the flowering stage, EVEN AS IT WITHERS it will direct ALL OF THE STORED ENERGY INTO THE FLOWERS IN AN ATTEMPT TO MATURE THE SEEDS. Like a goddamned scifi/horror movie.

I had proven good advice 35-years ago and never looked back since.

Segue to 2025 where I FINALLY decided to stop all consults and extra, meaningless work like poducing a Substack to focus on things that had been neglected for years on the Pharm. I knew that some bird at some time had shit at least ONE SEED of the Toxicodendron radicans commonly known as Poison Ivy. This delicious (to GOATS) member of the Anacardiaceae Family is related to:

Poison Oak
Poison Sumac
Laquer Tree
Smoke Tree
Cashews
Pistachios
Mangos

Mares eat Oats
and Does eat Oats
and Little Lambs eat Ivy
a Kid will eat Ivy too
Wouldn’t Ewe?

Among the Life Forms here in Hell (isn’t that a Moron of an Ox? given that you have to be DED to be in Hell?) the Echinococcus tape worm with its Hydatid Sand seems to be one of the most pernicious Aliens ever invented.

http://www.pet-informed-veterinary-advice-online.com/hydatid.html

There are different variations on the theme but a main cystic enclosure contains OTHER CYSTIC ENCLOSURES full of spikey little tapeworm heads PLUS the whole container is full of HYDATID SAND that are infective tapeworm heads.

So you don’t dare burst the fractal-fucking cyst by any means including surgery or these microscopic Fanged Heads of Doom will spread through the entire body of the victim.

“It’s got a wonderful defense mechanism. You don’t dare kill it.”

This brings us to the Poison Ivy and continuous cultivation.

Too many years of serving others, I was unable to serve myself and the land that was taken over by A SINGLE SEED IN BIRDSHIT.

When I started clearing my piney woods I found that the vines had grown Up and Down and All Around and In The Ground pulling them up to get back to parent TAP ROOTS and vines that were an inch or more wide.

… and I thought that *I* had it bad. Here’s someone else’s picture of vines that have to be close to 3” thick. I had deadfall in the pines where a vine had grown up nearly 25-feet and was over 1” thick. The vine was dead but the parent root was not. I had to pull off the dead part of the vine to dispose of it and the attack the parent crown to make sure that the runners wouldn’t have a free meal.

[Again, not mine. I don’t post pictures since it is impossible to know what The Enemy can do with Radionics using images from Soul-Stealing Devices. These photo demonstrate what Evil can develop into when it is ignore and not extincted.]

On another standing tree there was a 14-foot vine that was in full foliage that I cut into sections. But I knew better from my 35-year-old experience with the thistles that if I left the sections on the tree that it would CONTINUE TO PUT ENERGY INTO THE FLOWER BUDS in the bird-zone at the top of the tree. So I went out the next day to pull the chunks of vine off of the tree that were oosing white sap containing the Poison of the Ivy.

[Art by Fran Zetta. https://www.vaccinefraud.com/books.html]

You DON’T DARE BURN IT because the oil volatizes and can destroy your lungs.

You DON’T DARE BURY IT unless you know for a fact that it is dead, or it will start up from any part of the plant.

The dead material can have ACTIVE OILS for YEARS until they are broken down in the environment.

Just like a STRAWBERRY OF DETH…

[HEY! I just noticed that STRAWBERRIES HAVE THREE LEAVES!
Leaves of Three - Let Them Be on your Shortcake!]

… a Poison Ivy vine will have a Grandmother Tap Root where it originates from the seed that wast shitteth by the bird. From there it will vine. The vines put down TAP ROOTS (kinda like the TAPE worms with the multiple heads) at NODES that then send out MORE VINES in ALL DIRECTIONS !

Sew… even if you were to root-out the Grandmother root, all of the subsidiary roots would sustain the mycelium mat like a fungal bed.

After a good rain I have pulled 15’ of vines sneaking across the surface of the grass with nodes between Point A and Point OMG. Yanking up the NODES that had started their own, albeit sodastrawn thin, revealed FOOT LONG TAPROOTS!

The pisser is that if you leave in even a TIP of a Tap even at that depth then the FUCKING THING WILL ATTEMPT TO REGROW FROM JUST THAT BIT.

I don’t ‘admire it’s perfection’ but it is the perfect anti-human we upon that is damned near indestructable. Rabbits and other varmints can roll in the shit all day yet not be affected, goats can eat it and probably that was the key to why goats’ milk conferred immunity to allergy since, like tuberculin toxin, contact dermatitis via these plants and others is considered Type 4 Hypersensitivity.

Waddn’t that a Romp?

So, of course I wear a biohazard suit with goggles (been slapped in the face with vines as I remove them), exam gloves inside my rubber elbow-gloves, knee boots, and knee pads while I was digging them up BY HAND with a dedicated trowel and pruning shears. That got old quick. It would take about 4 hours to clear 50-square feet. One hot day towards evening, I had no intention of quitting until that quota was done but my goggles were fogged up so that I could not see. It was a TOTAL BLUR with drops of water sloshing inside the eye shields. I resorted in my tired delirium to tugging on the vines by pure FEEL until I got to a NODE, then burying my trowel into the ground to wedge up as many roots as I could with all of my might or just cut them off with the shears and keep following the alien mess to the distal end.

I felt like I was in the video game Little Nightmares it was so FUCKING SURREAL.

One birdshat-seed led to all of this grief and that was JUST ONE SECTION.

But I knew and recited the whole time:

NOTHING CAN WITHSTAND CONTINUOUS CULTIVATION !

But this battle takes its toll on your psyche and your body. So being the Genii Ass that I am I envisioned my LONG-HANDLED POTATO FORK as liberating me from kneeling before the God of Poison to make it pay for its own sins (During the Fog Incident I actually felt like this was part of my punishement in Damnation) by standing up and leveraging a MYCELIUM MAT that BOGGLES THE MIND out of the ground. I was able to clear that 50-square feet in half or a quarter of the time using the principles of physics but I still had on my biohazard suit (does not breathe so it is a personal sauna in the sun) and double rubber gloves that created about a cup of water inside the elbow gloves.

… and blisters…

… and a couple days to heal the blisters…

So, I did what any Pharm Boy would do. I washed the handle of the potatoe forke down with DAWN dish soap, wrapped it completely in white duct tape, put on COTTON GLOVES and wore only rubber boots (with normal work clothes you shouldn’t pull up poison ivy while NAKED!) and was able to wedge 50-square feet in record time and wear myself and my elbow joints out in the process.

When I first started working with Rebecca Carley in 2008 she asked me what I was willing to do to “get the job done”.

I said, “Whatever it takes.”

She said that was the only answer and she would not have considered working with me unless I had voluntarily and spontaneously said that.

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So, what is this post about? Why are we here?

Because I made a Stack saying that over the course of several years I had requested of the Subscribers, Little Red Hens, and Bots that are listed as part of this Stack about 7 topics that I NEEDED help with.

In all of those years I might have had a few half-hearted trickles of ideas on single topics, but basically NOTHING to advance OUR WORK.

All the while wasting my time repeating myself endlessly on Substack with a single message:

Neurosyphilis has shat into the heads of things that ONLY LOOK HUMAN to turn them TOXIC against their own kind.

That INFECTION needs to be EXTINCTED. Unless and Until that is done man-unkind WILL NEVER BE FREE.

7 ‘simple’ things yet I still do all of the heavy brain work.

Morning Lark was the first to respond in recent times with some excellent information that shows that the phages of Lyme disease were we upon eyesd against themselves so that Lyme was turned into a military super-organism. She came to the same conclusion I did, independently, which is something I expect at the Little Red Hen level where data is not just vomited on me to be sorted out only by me but comes with thoughtful consideration of the person submitting it.

Our Friend From Portugal, also responded enthusiastically with a boatload of information on a couple of topics, again, with thoughtful commentary. Some of the material had already been evaluated years earlier but there was no way he could have known so he was just doing his due diligence.

Due as in: Duly is equivalent to Solemn which has almost religious context to it.

He was doing his duly solemn duty which, thankfully wasn’t spelled dooty.

Outside of that:

CRICKETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

In fact: after I announced I was done with Snub Snack my comments section AND my email traffice went nearly to ZERO…

… except for either some cryptic fools or OBVIOUS A.I. BOTS suggesting to Trust The Government.

I see, I hear, I experience no: Whatever it takes.

Since ConYid the world has gone nuts, many have lost their morale, many have given up.

BUT THAT TOTALITARIAN PSY-OP WAS JUST OPENING CEREMONIES.

The whines I hear most often are:
What are WE going to do?
What CAN we do?

I’ve been Dis Semen Nating The Plan for 17 years.

I’m DONE.

If I can’t get what *I* NEED (to be contradistincted from WANT) then there is NOTHING that I Can or Will do.

If people don’t emulate:
When the going gets tough - the tough get going.
instead of:
It’s tough to get going.

Then there will be nothing done.

EVIL must be cut down.
EVIL must be pulled out by the TAP ROOTS with NOTHING REMAINING.
EVIL must be EXTINCTED.

NOTHING CAN WITHSTAND CONTINUOUS CULTIVATION.

I no longer have time for this Save The Whirled Bullshit.

I’ve got Poison Ivy to pull

- - - by Hand.