I wonder, though, what would have kept him from being terminated after the world had met his demands.
Although, maybe the world would have been too busy with the other festering brains he would have inspired to do their own schemes.
I wonder, though, what would have kept him from being terminated after the world had met his demands.
Although, maybe the world would have been too busy with the other festering brains he would have inspired to do their own schemes.
Neitherâs pleasant, but the thought of a long starvation because all the foodâs gone (I like my food, I am a fat old fatty) rather than an immediate and fairly instant gassing into oblivion, makes me feel the OHMSS one is considerably crueller. And it has snowtanned dolly birds.
No lobes, or space globes; itâs not appealing either way.
That said, despite the familyâs insistence to the contrary, and even despite the corpulence, I am perfect and would be resident on that space station. I would be saved from ejection into the nippier reaches of the cosmos by having a really vital job, like remembering which day is bin day. Itâs pretty much my only purpose on Earth these days, anyway.
From my own perspective, kind of a tie. Draxâs orchid globes kill all humans and leaves plant life, such as potatoes. Blofeld plan cures you of your allergies, allowing you to eat copious amounts of, I dunno, potatoes, but youâre wiped out.
Actually not a tie. We have a winner: potatoes. Or chickens, depending on your allergy.
(For some reason I have one of the girls having an allergy to potatoes as my abiding memory of Piz Gloria. And washing them down with a 7-Up from MR).
June 10.
âBut for BondââŚ
Which would have been worse?
Humankind is going to make use of solar energy long after oil. Were that to be controlled by a single party this would be drastic. And it already is as most panels and practically all wafers - the structures inside the panels - are currently manufactured in China.
Despite solar energy is the way to go backwards thinking will drain the last drop of oil off this earth first. SoâŚ
Does Blofeld actually cure allergies? Blofeldâs âcureâ is mere hypnosis, reinforcing the ignorant and dangerous belief that âallergiesâ are all in the mind: you just think youâre allergic to peanuts, but if you can get over yourself, youâll enjoy this PBJ sandwich. This is in fact an attitude that has killed children.
At best, hypnosis might help with a food aversion, but a food allergy is a medical condition, not a state of mind. Being less âuptightâ about a trigger food wonât prevent an immune response any more than indifference to flying bullets will prevent holes from appearing in your body. Itâs baffling really how the word âallergyâ has come to mean simple aversion (as in âthose bloviating posts from David M prove he has an allergy to brevityâ) but it goes beyond merely mistaken and well into harmful.
Granted, not all allergic responses are the same and maybe the girls wouldnât have a fatal response to their chicken, potatoes, etc. But whatever response those things do generate: hives, wheezing, coughing, vomiting, diarrhea, etc, would still occur.
Pardon the rant, but as the father of three people who have food allergies that could trigger anaphylaxis and death, itâs a little personal. For perpetuating allergy ignorance, OHMSS falls a notch in my ratings.
I suppose theoretically itâs possible Blofeld also treated his patients with some form of antihistamine that we donât hear about, âvitamin pillsâ or some other supportive drug. The 1960s versions of antihistamine used to be sedating/tranqualizing, but maybe that was seen as an advantage for the hypnosis treatment.
I seem to remember Blofeldâs âpatientsâ all shared a most peculiar combination of a supposed allergy plus coming from families of agricultural and livestock producers, being embedded in the farmer culture, making the condition even worse for them and their families.
Blofeldâs selection process must have looked for candidates whose food aversions put them under severe psychological strain, but whose embedding into regular farming and county fairs guaranteed them access to a wide range of food and livestock they could affect with his tailored viruses. An actual cure wouldnât necessarily be needed as long as the candidates could function in their surroundings with the aid of some mild drugs and their initial condition isnât so severe as to threaten the schemeâs exposure.
Neither the treatment nor the hypnosis convince me of Blofeld being more than a quack. The whole execution of his plan seems to be flinsy at best. Like the airhead models he recruits.
Bond should have told M: âLetâs just do nothing, he will embarass himself with this.â
âHarken to my eeevil plan: I will cure a group of women of their food allergies while they sleep, then use them to spread my Omega virus unless the world declares me a Count!â
âYeahâŚORâŚyou could share your amazing method for eradicating fatal food allergies while sleeping, and the nations of the world would give you the title you want out of gratitude.â
"Zip it, Scott!â
June 11.
âBut for Bondâ, which successful scheme would be worse for us?
Iâm sure heroin flavoured bananas would have become a tik tok trend - but these satellite thingees seem to have become more of a threat, especially when they donât work anymore and every aspect of life we have made dependent on it folds.
Although, thinking about all of these things floating around in orbit, the old and defunct ones just trash which is dangerous for anybody out there and down here - a typical human idea (âwhat will we do when it breaks?â - âjust leave it!â) - Blofeldâs stuff would probably already have descended (fnarr) and fallen on Strombergâs Atlantis.
It would have been funny, though, to have Draxâ space station being on a collision course with it. With Moore winking to the camera: âThanks to the other fella!â And then Connery shrugging: âI wasnât paid enough to shoot it down.â And Lazenby groweling: âThis Bond series should have ended already, according to my agent!â
Yep, itâs early, and Iâm out of good ideas. Should sell this to Amazon.
I can only imagine the damage ecstasy flavoured mangos would inflict upon mankind.
For those of us who remember the screaming toddler phases of their offspring. the thought of having Heroin! Flavoured! Bananas! to mash up and silence the little bleeders for a bit, steers my vote.
The prospect of an imminent grandchild sprung off from the screamiest sprog suggests I need them. [This is not an endorsement of taking Class A drugs].
The side product of that scheme, bananas-flavoured heroin, would also be a way for the heroin industry to branch out and reach consumers who up to now refuse heroin because of its tasteâŚ
Itâs one way of persuading people to have their five pieces of fruit and veg per day. A missed opportunity, although Cocaine Carrots are the absolute dogâs sweetbreads.
I was going to go with satellite thing, but regardless of the technicalities of what exactly Blofeld was up to at Piz Gloria, itâs safe to say that Bananas are in play for everyone. And at that moment, thereâs a long-running market in play for the Heroin! Flovoured! ones.