SAMA HOOLE: Every one of those rebuilds is made from what you feed it. Feed it meat, fat, sunlight and sleep, and it builds you strong. Feed it sugar, seed oil and the sofa, and it builds you soft. The body you will have next year is under construction right now.

Nobody profits from telling you the body heals itself. So nobody tells you.

Your taste buds are new every 10 to 14 days. The tongue reading this flavour is a fortnight old.

Your stomach lining rebuilds every 3 to 5 days. Last week's gut is already gone.

Your skin turns over…

— Sama Hoole (@SamaHoole) July 19, 2026

Nobody profits from telling you the body heals itself. So nobody tells you.

Your taste buds are new every 10 to 14 days. The tongue reading this flavour is a fortnight old. Your stomach lining rebuilds every 3 to 5 days. Last week's gut is already gone. Your skin turns over every 4 weeks. You grew a whole new surface this month. Your white blood cells renew in days. Tonight's immune army was not on watch last week. Your red blood cells retire every 120 days. Four months, and the entire fleet is replaced. The fat built into your cell membranes turns over too. Years of stored seed oil can slowly be walked back out. Your liver just gets on with regenerating. It holds no grudge about the bad years. Your skeleton rebuilds over roughly ten years. The bones made in the worst years are not the ones you finish with. Every one of those rebuilds is made from what you feed it. Feed it meat, fat, sunlight and sleep, and it builds you strong. Feed it sugar, seed oil and the sofa, and it builds you soft. The body you will have next year is under construction right now. What you give it today is what it builds you into.

SAMA HOOLE: Starve the tumour of sugar while healthy cells switch contentedly to fat, the theory goes, and you have a line of attack with no hair falling out and no poison in the drip.

Thomas N. Seyfried.

from Sama Hoole,

Cancer cells gorge on glucose and an amino acid called glutamine. The fuel they struggle to run on is ketones, the very fuel a body makes once you strip the carbohydrate away. Starve the tumour of sugar while healthy cells switch contentedly to fat, the theory goes, and you have a line of attack with no hair falling out and no poison in the drip.

SAMA HOOLE: A soft, slow, clawless creature became the apex predator of the entire planet, on the strength of one organ made of the exact food we are now told to cut out for our health.

Look at the human body as a weapon. It is embarrassing.

No claws. Fingernails that lose a fight with cardboard.

No fangs. Flat little teeth that struggle with a tough steak.

No armour. Skin a bramble can open.

No fur. Cold kills us in a night.

No speed. A squirrel outruns… pic.twitter.com/0gC20Bogr0

— Sama Hoole (@SamaHoole) July 18, 2026

Look at the human body as a weapon. It is embarrassing. No claws. Fingernails that lose a fight with cardboard. No fangs. Flat little teeth that struggle with a tough steak. No armour. Skin a bramble can open. No fur. Cold kills us in a night. No speed. A squirrel outruns us. A toddler loses to a goose. No strength. A chimp half our weight could take us apart. No venom. No shell. No horns. No wings. Pound for pound, we are the softest large animal in the field. And we hunted every one of them to the edge. Because everything went into one organ instead. The human brain. Twenty percent of your energy, run by a body that skipped every other upgrade. And it is built from fat and animal food. DHA from fish and meat. B12 found in no plant alive. Cholesterol, the scaffolding of every brain cell you own. The ape that started eating meat grew the brain. The brain built the spear. The spear ended the argument with every animal that had the claws and the fangs and the speed. A soft, slow, clawless creature became the apex predator of the entire planet, on the strength of one organ made of the exact food we are now told to cut out for our health. We ate our way to the top of the food chain.

Now they want us to eat our way back down. 

R. C. WATERS, 1920: He died in Hospital on November 14, 1914, inflicting upon me a punishment beyond words to describe. A poison of the most vile kind was injected into the pure, clean blood of my beautiful, healthy little boy (seven years of age),

Read this quote. Vaccination deaths are age old . When will people learn?? And all that tetanus and images of tetanospasm? Lots of it came from vaccination, scaring people in the future to take needless vaccines. https://t.co/uo6pv15L1Y

— Dr Suzanne Humphries (@DrSuzanneH7) July 19, 2026

 And now, a quote that survived decades just to find you . . .

“On October 16, 1914, I was compelled by the Board of Education of New York to have my son, Chester Stanley Waters, vaccinated as a condition to enter school. The operation was performed by a Board of Health Doctor in Public School No. 135, Flatbush, Brooklyn, on that date. On November 8, 1914, my son was taken sick with Tetanus, a direct result of that compulsory vaccination. I called in our family physician, Dr. A. R. Addy, 208 Lenox Road, Flatbush, who examined my boy, found a large vaccination wound containing a very considerable quantity of pus. Having removed this and cauterized the wound, diagnosed the case as Tetanus and advised his immediate removal to Kings Co. Hospital, which was done. He died in Hospital on November 14, 1914, inflicting upon me a punishment beyond words to describe. A poison of the most vile kind was injected into the pure, clean blood of my beautiful, healthy little boy (seven years of age), destroying his young life, bringing death to him in a most horrible manner... I appeal to you, myself, a stricken father, punished beyond description, to save other fathers and mothers from such an awful fate as has been inflicted upon me.” — R. C. Waters

[Charles M. Higgins, Horrors of Vaccination Exposed and Illustrated, 1920, Brooklyn, New York, pp. 168–169.]

CREATIVE DEDUCTION: For Nietzsche, struggle was not a misfortune to be abolished, but the necessary condition for greatness, meaning and self-creation. Without resistance, there can be no real growth.

More than a century ago, Friedrich Nietzsche diagnosed the spiritual sickness that now defines much of modern Western culture: the elevation of victimhood, the celebration of weakness and the pursuit of comfort above all else.

He watched the rise of what he called slave… pic.twitter.com/4Eq0zRoNDv

— Creative Deduction (@CreativeDeduct) July 18, 2026

More than a century ago, Friedrich Nietzsche diagnosed the spiritual sickness that now defines much of modern Western culture: the elevation of victimhood, the celebration of weakness and the pursuit of comfort above all else. He watched the rise of what he called slave morality: a value system that turns traditional virtues on their head. Strength becomes oppression. Resilience becomes insensitivity. Self-overcoming is replaced by grievance and demands for protection. In this inverted morality, the highest status often goes to those who can most convincingly present themselves as victims. Nietzsche was especially scornful of the “last man”: the small, comfortable creature who wants only security, entertainment and an easy life, while fleeing anything difficult or dangerous. For Nietzsche, struggle was not a misfortune to be abolished, but the necessary condition for greatness, meaning and self-creation. Without resistance, there can be no real growth. He would have seen the modern welfare state as the perfect institutional expression of this decline. By shielding people from the consequences of their actions and removing the need for personal responsibility, it has done the opposite of not liberating us, instead creating populations that are materially secure but spiritually hollow, dependent on the state rather than on their own strength and initiative.

A society that places comfort above all else and awards the highest status to victimhood does not create better people; it creates weaker, more resentful ones who have lost the very capacity to live fully. This was Nietzsche’s warning. Is anyone listening?  

The Birth of Tragedy and The Genealogy of Morals, Friedrich Nietzsche, Translated by Francis Golffing, 1956.  On the Genealogy of Morals, 1887.  The Birth of Tragedy, 1872.  List of his works.