FalseHope
Once upon a time, not really all that long ago, there was a man, he didn't live too far from you, that much quite true. He was neither mean, nor bad, but he did have have to fight a lot. And fight he did, day in and out, never giving up hope that he might find a way out. Out of his mind, out of his head, out of his thoughts which were so full of dread. But he could not his mind disown, just as you or I cannot escape our own. He lived a life like any other. He woke, he ate, he slept, he dreamt. The extra voices, urgent requisitions of his head, his body, and his limbs, those alone were the issue. Jerry had been kept in a number of softened rooms, but now he wandered free at last. He had long wanted to be free, to see the birds, and smell the trees; to be away from those disgustingly laden trays, and the repetitive meals they brought each day. They had not let him, for they'd feared; sometimes voices got to him, sometimes he acted quite weird. It was only when he'd found calm that they'd let Jerry move on. Back to his folks he went, to seek support, and nourishment. Jerry watched, and read, each news report, desperately seeking an end to torment. He figured an eighth was all he'd ever need, he had neither use for gluttony, nor greed. That's all he read upon his social feed. To listen they'd asked, and listen he had; he knew, and trusted, that it was no fad. A well intentioned fool, Jerry became nothing more than a propagandist's tool. Gambling on a placebo's success, the pied piper just led his rats through the streets, with poor Jerry in front, beset by regress. Jerry did as he read, so as to make sure that he was well fed. One pill or another, to him it was all the same, just another pointless guessing game. Jerry took his advice from reckless, bloodsucking lice. A well paved infernal road could bear this load too at least, Jerry headed down it, south by south east.
Jerry's folks sure loved to pave that fiery road, brick by solitary brick. Even so reproach is hard to send, to the couple who for him tried to fend. For twas they who bore the greatest cost of all. They lived, day in and day out, hoping they'd find a simple cure for Jerry's disease to tout. They did not, so they played pretend instead, praying that they were not misled. On that particular too fateful day they enjoyed fresh coffee, just as they did on any other. The rich scent of roasted arabica lulled them into a half waking trance. They'd not even had time to discuss the upcoming weather. She sat in her chair, as she did each dull day, and sipped on her coffee, nursing nascent wakefulness. Jerry's dad meanwhile leant on the counter, holding an age stained mug cupped close to his chest with both hands. Occasional slurps came from him as he too tried to rouse his sleep fogged mind. He peered down every now and then, to the griddle which awaited just over stove flames. With a flick of his fingers he sprinkled some droplets upon it. The pop and the sizzle told him it the heat was just right. Jerry's dad began to cook. Just as the breakfast aromas, helped rouse the two, his mum began to read some news. Something about vaccines, pharmaceuticals, and Jews. She read of chemtrails above our flat earth, and thanked god she knew of Obama's true birth. Here, admittedly, some liberties I take, but rest assured for her beliefs still stood with the fake. From a back alley snake she'd acquired some oil, assured that Jerry's disease it would foil. Of course, it would not, for the snake's head was full of rot. But Jerry's mom believed him, she thought him truthful and upfront, when he was no more than a charlatanous cunt. Jerry's granny did doubt but she carried little clout, and so her opinion was out. She was probably glad she hadn't been there, sitting next to Jerry's daft mum, or even her own son, upon a chair. Next to Jerry's dad, a full English sizzled sumptuously on hot cookware.
Vitamins are organic compounds and vital nutrients for the human body. Without a sufficient intake of the proper vitamins the body's functions do not operate at their peak efficiency. This can actually mean a wide variety of things, due to the manifold, and highly complex, processes of the human body. Doctors, and researchers, dedicate their lives to understanding and treating ailments. When appropriate even with the use of vitamins. Some commonly known effects of vitamin deficiency include those listed herewithin: deficiency in cobalamin (aka B-12) can produce symptoms such as depression, fatigue, poor memory, or even some symptoms of mania or psychosis; B6 on the other hand produces a sore tongue, a dermatitis like eruption, and other effects; last, but perhaps best known of all, vitamin C deficiency causes scurvy. It is thus vital to obtain proper nutrition, and to make certain that one's intake of vitamins is sufficient for one's needs. We obtain the vast majority of our vitamins from the foods we eat. For example: lemons are known to be high in vitamin C, Kale is known to be high in many vitamins (and in aftertaste too). This is how we as a species have survived, admittedly with some trial and error, for eons. Unfortunately, modern life has altered our food sources somewhat. Vitamin rich organ meats, for example, are eaten less nowadays in many Western nations. To this end, several companies manufacture vitamin supplements. There are a wide array of companies which provide vitamin supplements, and all of them employ quite differing business strategies. Bioavailability is of course important, some companies claim they know how to increase it, and that this, as well as other gobbledygook, makes their pills better. Others claim they have a superior blend of vitamins. Supplement companies are given a ludicrous amount of free speech by the government, more than most people are. In Canada, the Natural Health Product Regulations implemented better safety standards (supplementation has led to numerous deaths due to poor manufacturing safety), but also loosened the standards for claims of efficacy. In many ways, another deal with an industry devil, only one that claims not to be an industry – unlike the pharmaceutical companies, of course.
That treacherous, charlatanous, cur knew this well and relied upon it. He claimed his claims were not acclaims but rather just part of marketing games. He claimed it was no medicine but rather just a way to help, a way that worked. The cur had money, so he won his fight, despite mistruths which could easily have set his trousers alright. Jerry ratched through his dad's toolbox that day. He found a wrench, a big one at that, and set off to plan his tremendous attack. He could hear the impostors just past the kitchen door, pretending to be his parents, who they must have buried beneath the floor. The boards creaked, but he still crept, stealth was crucial lest that monster which mimicked his father find out. His mother still sat reading this or that while his father still toiled, ensuring the food was well cooked, and not spoiled. Jerry waited just on the other side of the door, waiting for the perfect moment, to end this forevermore. He pressed it a little, and peered through the crack, wrench at the ready, waiting to go 'whack'. But then realized he was wrong with his plan of attack. The beast caricaturing his mother was easier to hit, but only by ending his fake 'father' could he finish it. They exchanged words, in stolen voices it'd seemed, mocking his parents' typical daily scenes. Jerry could not wait anymore. He barged through the kitchen door. Shocked, alarmed, his parents turned to find only nescience. Jerry's mother had barely looked up before droplets of his father's blood splattered on her glasses. Jerry's wrench struck hard, and it struck deep, breaking through his father's bones, breaking through his cheek. Jerry lashed out, again, and again, being sure the evil demon to rout. Brain oozed from his father's head, and sizzled next to bacon on the hot skillet bed. Jerry's mum cried, she attempted to hide. Jerry did as the vitamins said, he assaulted her, trying to drive magic demons out from her head. Such a shame they'd gone and fallen for it, confused, and lied to by a tit. Even dope, I imagine, would have been better; some true hope. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Based on the true story of Jordan Ramsay, and the utterly preventable deaths attributable to TrueHope. Read more here: http://www.huffingtonpost.ca/marvin-ross/vitamin-tragedy_b_1650054.html --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------