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Once upon a time, in a land far away, I used to enjoy “pulling on the Chinaman’s pipe”. Nothing sweeter than a good thick opium puff. But, that was long ago, in a land not known today. Never was I that awfully fond of hashish or marijuana … straight. I like my IPA and single malt. I ain’t dead ..as of the time of this typing. By the way, as there are no Japaners to keep me in line … I am drunker than three Indians on payday.

I consulted for Shimizu, for around two and a half years. Going out, following the workday was commonplace,. but not requisite. Many worked Saturday mornings, but the afternoon and the following Sunday they’d spend with family. Here’s the kicker, my wife .. is fluent in Japanese (wonder why …) and she was back in the contiguous forty-eight, while I was there.

For most of my life, up until a little over a year ago, a seven day workweek was commonplace. Growing up on a farm, it just seemed like the thing to do.

Hello, IzlamisTyranny. Actually, until I was around twelve, we were share-croppers. It wasn’t until then, that the extreme frugality of my parents, allowed them to set aside the requisite 20% down payment and purchase that farm. Then, later in life, I spent numerous years on management “salary”, meaning no overtime … Same pay for a forty hour week as an eighty hour week. It always just seemed like the thing to do. Then with one’s own business .. it’s what most people do .. at the very least a six. However, I was surely not alone with my sevens. Although, at that point … you’re right …. I wasn’t a wage slave.

Hi, Curt. I have had the pleasure of consuming bear. Killed a black and my friend, who harvests them regularly, had me field dress to save the skin and we hauled out the backstrap and haunches. Little on the greasy side, but … it was pretty darned good.

And … beef has a major problem with tape worms .. So?

Beef is rife with tapeworms. No big deal, I eat raw beef, I’m sixty-four, and I ain’t dead yet.

The most common intestinal tapeworm to affect humans, which is acquired from infected, poorly cooked beef, which measures up to 3.6–7.5 m in length.

Clinical findings
Weight loss, loss of appetite, abdominal pain, nausea, constipation, chronic indigestion, diarrhea, headaches, vertigo.

Epidemiology
Infestation rarely occurs where public health officials conduct regular and rigourous inspection of meat, but is relatively common outside of North America and Western Europe.

Diagnosis
Stool examination for parasite eggs.

I have never had a problem, eating beef, pork, chicken, duck, goose, lamb, venison, pheasant, rabbit (have to check their livers), quail, squirrel .. and the list goes on. At my age, I see no reason to change at this point.

I own some properties in some of the eastern suburbs, in the world capitol of corruption. It is not uncommon to see does with fawns, walking in groups of fifteen to thirty, directly down the street, meandering into yards, destroying everything in their sight. Although, I can legally discharge firearms, out where I am … Seems like all of the doctors, lawyers and Indian chiefs are tree huggers (forkin’ liberal neighbors). “Oh, aren’t they beautiful?”, as they eat the bark off of my fruit trees, apples as high as they can climb, every flower that my wife plants .. and without a seven foot fence … devastate the garden. I look at deer as nothing more than tasty vermin. But, moose? Never eaten one, much less harvested one. I am envious.