Medicine has a long history of systematically excluding women from trials of potentially life-saving drugs.
Now pregnant women find themselves excluded from the life-saving benefits of a COVID-19 vaccination. Because they were not part of clinical trials, we cannot know with certainty if vaccines are safe and effective for them.
Because pregnant women and their unborn children tend to be more vulnerable to side effects. Drug trials are generally conducted on the most robust members of the population in order to minimize risks.
The article adds that pregnant women push up costs through the need to follow up on their kids once born and increased insurance costs, but these are related to the point above.
Excluding the vulnerable from drug trials does not count as being mean to the vulnerable.
I took care to ensure Poor Man’s Guide is normie-friendly so don’t worry about your SJW aunt clutching her pearls and reaching for her sniffing salts upon discovering the kind of content you sometimes get on this site.
This is a collection of the best posts from SovietMen from 2015-2020, edited and with exclusive updates and extra content. It’s set out by category rather than chronologically.
I primarily published it as a record of this site for when it finally cops an F. If you’re new here and don’t fancy wading through posts randomly, or would just like to keep a copy of the best stuff, it’s yours for a buck.
The following are not affiliate links, just books I enjoyed from around the blogosphere:
Adam P.’s autobiographical Pushing Rubber Downhill is a funny, touching and educative account of his youthful misadventures traveling across the outback, becoming a fly-by-night river guide in the tropics of Queensland and then Uganda’s White Nile.
Perfect for a young man still mooching over girls and struggling to find direction in his life. Here’s my review.
Adam certainly made a few missteps on his path to wisdom, but nothing compared to the drunken and corporeal debauches of Naughty Nomad. Reading My Life as a Mexican Pirate, I still cannot believe he’s still alive. Here is my review.
If you’d prefer a novel, I recommend Finally, Some Good News by Delicious Tacos. This is the blogger who inspired me to start blogging. An unlikely couple is thrown together by a fortuitous nuclear holocaust. My review.
You can also find collections of his shorter pieces on his blog.
Update: DT has just announced that all his eBooks are 60% off for Christmas. Mogs me.
Next year Terror House will publish my novel. To my shame, I have not yet read any of their books. Here they are. Any recommendations?
I normally spruik my Amazon affiliate link this time of year but I don’t do that anymore. Instead, try to support local businesses that have been struggling under lockdown.
How about you? Got something to shill? Got a mate who’s published a book or is selling something and you think it’s pretty good?
Yes, one of them clearly has an anarchist flag in the background of his video and criticizes Trump and the police.
Yes, they were probably egged on by at least one FBI infiltrator. Without him they probably would have talked big and done nothing, just like those ‘Islamic terrorists’ who were similarly convinced to commit crimes by agents. I recall one was sold a shotgun half an inch too short just so they could get him on that.
Vox Day likes to call immigrants without deep roots in a nation, ‘paperwork citizens’, as opposed to real citizens. I always thought it was a bit mean to those who’d tried hard to fit in and make a life for themselves, but now I see the grain of truth in the sentiment.
Almost 30% of Australians were born overseas. Some of these, no doubt, are keen to assimilate and eventually become patriotic, dutiful, grouse Aussie shearers. I’ve met Indians from Dubai who delight in our coarseness and have learnt to swear like troopers. I’ve met game Vietnamese boys who play Aussie rules football. I’ve met Kiwis who didn’t know they were Kiwis until they tried to apply for university.
I also know many migrants, especially from China and India, who move to Australia purely for Read More
I still had some residual loyalty to the Old Country, but now it’s pretty much dried up.
I challenge any non-Aborigine to declare himself more Aussie than I am. In a ‘nation’ where about 30% of the population are born overseas, I am a rare species in having all my great-grandparents and most of my great-great-grandparents native Colonials.. My grandpa fought in Papua New Guinea. My great-grandfather died on the Western Front. Another ancestor started a gold rush. I’ve got two known convict ancestors. Youse are all a bunch of chockos compared to me.
But I don’t care how Aussie you are, bugger the lot of you.
This post is complicated and requires close reading. Even then, not everyone who reads it carefully will understand it. This is not suitable material for your casual skiving off work from home. It is long, dull, and there are no pictures. You might want to skip it. However, if you ever have trouble grasping my meaning in a future post, you might want to come back to this piece.
I’ve noticed a few odd things happening across the web lately.
In cases elsewhere, I’ve seen ironic posts taken seriously or the wrong way.
I pointed out a misunderstanding on Adam’s blog, which was itself misunderstood, plus I probably misunderstood the original comment. This post is not a continuation of that discussion.
Finally, I’m receiving more than the usual amount of private communication from people saying they are too afraid to post publicly, even under a handle. They often make a point that I thought I had made myself.
In late antiquity, Roman Emperors no longer lived in the old capital, and some had never even visited it. They were more likely to be in the extremities of the Empire fighting off barbarians, or in the later capitals of Milan or Ravenna.
One such absentee Emperor thought he’d better put in an appearance in Rome for the sake of his legitimacy. He toured the city, and was not impressed with what he saw.
The Roman Romans, more so than other inhabitants of the giant empire, had long since become completely Read More
One of my worst traits is envy. One of my parents was frequently, and sometimes comically, guilty of this foible, so perhaps I picked it up either through nurture or via those pesky genes.
I feel envy deep in my bones, sometimes in the most ludicrous situations. Always have. When I was in Grade 5 and Steven Saker kissed Elizabeth Croydon on the playground because she insisted, I laughed along with all the other members of the audience but deep down I was fuming. I didn’t even fancy Elizabeth Croydon that much but how come Stevo got to kiss girls and I didn’t? It’s not fair! I felt almost as much chagrin against kids who were allowed to Read More
Don’t get me wrong, I reckon Duterte is one of the best presidents the Philippines has ever had. He’s not particularly corrupt, and whatever he does, he does for his people. Crime rates are way down, everywhere. Until Covid, business was booming. Bureaucrats were behaving themselves, often too terrified to even demand bribes. And let’s not forget that it was Duterte’s will that helped the government win back control over Marawi.
The trouble with benevolent dictators is, they start to think they know everything. Power corrupts in the sense that it makes them overconfident, and unwilling to listen to sound advice or take criticism.
When I was in Grade 2 at Nillemah North Primary School, a black-clad man walked past the playground at lunchtime. He was wearing a mask and carrying a gun and a sword. I didn’t see him myself but many others did, and word spread across the playground like a bushfire – skeptical teachers were checking the bushland banks and the perimeter, kids were all a-flap as they shared their stories, girls were crying in terror – the whole phenomenon went on for weeks, coming and going like malaria.
Fast forward to Grade 6, the boys in my class were having a birthday sleepover. Long after we were supposed to be asleep but were talking about which girls we fancied and who was the coolest Ninja Turtle, the topic of the Man in Black came up. For a while we tut-tutted how our teachers didn’t believe us, even though there were so many witnesses. Then I asked quite innocently, which of you saw him, again, with your own eyes? Read More
Now for something completely different. Rather than write a story, I found one. From open source and archive material.
Police interview transcript obtained under the Victorian Freedom of Information Act 1982 and reproduced here under Public Interest provisions. Edited for clarity and readability.
While no details from this transcript are subject to privacy regulations, I have chosen to change some names and locations in order to avoid unwanted attention for those affected.
Waratah Police Station, March 19th, 1991, 3:45 p.m.
This interview is being tape recorded. I am Detective Seargant James Corcoran from the Homicide Squad. Present are my colleague Senior Constable Sarah Baker, based at Waratah Police Station, Person of Interest Trevor Barnum, and his solicitor, Ms Jane Huld.
I remind Mr Barnum that he is here voluntarily, and has the right to remain silent. Mr. Barnum, do you understand?
My client understands.
We are interviewing all persons connected with your wife, Mrs Tracy Barnum, in order to determine why she has gone missing and her present safety and whereabouts. Local officers have already spoken to you, but now that she’s been missing for some days, the Homicide Squad has been brought in to conduct further investigation, and we’ll need to ask you some questions that you may have already been asked. Please tell us the whole story of your wife’s disappearance, starting wherever you think most appropriate.
My client has no comment at this time.
Yes, I bloody well do.
No, he does not. I instruct my client to make no comment.
Ms. Huld, do you need more time to confer with your client?
There are too many commentators pontificating about what we should or shouldn’t be doing with Corona-chan. These are much smarter people than I am, but unfortunately they don’t agree with each other.
If I didn’t know better, I’d conclude that no one knows nuffin.
A mid-wit like me should stay out of the debate. Rather, here are some issues I’ve been pondering that I haven’t seen any clear answers to. Perhaps these might help focus the debate between you clever people:
1. Sure, North Asian countries like Taiwan and South Korea seem to be limiting infections very well. Corona’s just about wiped out in Australia and New Zealand. However, my question is: what next?
These countries can’t close their borders forever. Won’t they just get infected in a year or two after other countries have buried their dead and become immune?
2. Perhaps the ‘exterminationist’ countries are waiting for herd immunity to be achieved everywhere else, kind of like how Bill Gates Read More
Life is one big bait-and-switch operation. Or perhaps it is a long line of mini-cons. I don’t know. But life is definitely a scam. Everyone hands you a wriggling pig in a bag for a great price, but when you get home you open it, it’s full of live slugs.
Every single time.
As a child you are told that if you are a good little boy and do your homework and obey your teachers you will get an excellent job and a nice home and a beautiful wife and fun things to do on the weekend, too. But of course the naughty boys are the ones who Read More