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Coke. “I will not discuss this with this grotesquery as you have it on the table. Was that intentional? To insult me? I’m insulted, but unfazed.”
I got up to take the soda over to the counter.
“I wouldn’t drink anything out of any of their cups,” Dr. Schwab warned.
“Residues and whatnot,” Leslie added, and Dr. Schwab nodded gravely.
A scrawny teenager was crooning away from the top of the big counter on the far side of the restaurant. He was singing tunelessly and clad in an ill-fitting prom tuxedo from circa 1958. Through the right eyes it looked like one of the overdressed zombies from Night of the Living Dead had shambled into a karaoke bar in hell.
The two ladies drank distilled water they brought in a metal flask (“plastic contains toxic phthalates”) from their own wooden cups. They refused to eat Ed Debevic’s hamburgers on the grounds that the meat was, according to Leslie, “Hormonally out of whack.” They seemed slightly annoyed by the singing and shouting.
I felt no sympathy; it was their fault we weren’t enjoying a quiet Holiday Inn where they could have indulged all the flask water and antacid tablets they wanted.
Dr. Schwab and Leslie settled on a pair of Cobb salads that they meticulously dissected onto napkins before eating. They seemed to relax a little once they were actually cramming lettuce into their mouths, but the incident with the Diet Coke had set the tone.
I was of the enemy. I was in league with the world governments and the aspartame manufacturers.
“Let me just ask you directly,” I said, not knowing how else to begin. “What are the side effects of aspartame? The risks?”
Dr. Schwab wiped her mouth precisely with a napkin before answering.
“There aren’t risks associated with NutraSweet and all aspartame sweeteners. There aren’t side effects. It’s poison, not a food additive.”
“But they put it in food, so it is a food additive,” I countered.
“Exactly,” Dr. Schwab said.
She exhumed a musty accordion folder from her carryall and pulled out a thick stack of papers held together by an industrial-strength paperclip. She passed the papers across the table to me.
“You need to familiarize yourself with the works of the experts,” she said.
I only had time to skim the rambling fifty-page document assembled by Dr. Schwab. While she and Leslie crunched away on their salad, I learned about a neurosurgeon named Dr. Russell Blaylock and the books of a diabetes specialist named Dr. H. J. Roberts.
Dr. Blaylock is a crusader against aspartame in food and fluoride in drinking water. He maintains a monthly health and wellness column on the rightwing News Max website and has appeared repeatedly on The 700 Club . His book, Excitotoxins: The Taste That Kills , takes aim at aspartame and monosodium glutamate or MSG.
His colleague Dr. Roberts penned a supposedly authoritative book on the dangers of aspartame titled Aspartame Disease: An Ignored Epidemic . Aspartame disease is the name given to a multi-symptom illness that experts like Dr. Roberts believe is caused by aspartame toxicity. His book on the subject is over a thousand pages in length and joins other books by Roberts on artificial sweeteners as well as books on the dangers of vitamin E supplements and vasectomies.
I was initially suspicious of someone who seemed to be making a career out of finding deadly toxins in everyday items. I decided to trust Dr. Roberts as a source of information once I learned he also wrote a book about a 1985 visit by Princess Diana to Palm Beach, California. Princess Diana: The House of Windsor and Palm Beach includes “inside information” garnered by Dr. Roberts because “his wife, Carol, was the mayor of Palm Beach at the time.”
I was curious why a crusader against aspartame would be so concerned with a brief visit by Princess Diana to the United States that he would write a book about it.
My questions were answered by Dr. Schwab’s summary, “Dr. Roberts
I got up to take the soda over to the counter.
“I wouldn’t drink anything out of any of their cups,” Dr. Schwab warned.
“Residues and whatnot,” Leslie added, and Dr. Schwab nodded gravely.
A scrawny teenager was crooning away from the top of the big counter on the far side of the restaurant. He was singing tunelessly and clad in an ill-fitting prom tuxedo from circa 1958. Through the right eyes it looked like one of the overdressed zombies from Night of the Living Dead had shambled into a karaoke bar in hell.
The two ladies drank distilled water they brought in a metal flask (“plastic contains toxic phthalates”) from their own wooden cups. They refused to eat Ed Debevic’s hamburgers on the grounds that the meat was, according to Leslie, “Hormonally out of whack.” They seemed slightly annoyed by the singing and shouting.
I felt no sympathy; it was their fault we weren’t enjoying a quiet Holiday Inn where they could have indulged all the flask water and antacid tablets they wanted.
Dr. Schwab and Leslie settled on a pair of Cobb salads that they meticulously dissected onto napkins before eating. They seemed to relax a little once they were actually cramming lettuce into their mouths, but the incident with the Diet Coke had set the tone.
I was of the enemy. I was in league with the world governments and the aspartame manufacturers.
“Let me just ask you directly,” I said, not knowing how else to begin. “What are the side effects of aspartame? The risks?”
Dr. Schwab wiped her mouth precisely with a napkin before answering.
“There aren’t risks associated with NutraSweet and all aspartame sweeteners. There aren’t side effects. It’s poison, not a food additive.”
“But they put it in food, so it is a food additive,” I countered.
“Exactly,” Dr. Schwab said.
She exhumed a musty accordion folder from her carryall and pulled out a thick stack of papers held together by an industrial-strength paperclip. She passed the papers across the table to me.
“You need to familiarize yourself with the works of the experts,” she said.
I only had time to skim the rambling fifty-page document assembled by Dr. Schwab. While she and Leslie crunched away on their salad, I learned about a neurosurgeon named Dr. Russell Blaylock and the books of a diabetes specialist named Dr. H. J. Roberts.
Dr. Blaylock is a crusader against aspartame in food and fluoride in drinking water. He maintains a monthly health and wellness column on the rightwing News Max website and has appeared repeatedly on The 700 Club . His book, Excitotoxins: The Taste That Kills , takes aim at aspartame and monosodium glutamate or MSG.
His colleague Dr. Roberts penned a supposedly authoritative book on the dangers of aspartame titled Aspartame Disease: An Ignored Epidemic . Aspartame disease is the name given to a multi-symptom illness that experts like Dr. Roberts believe is caused by aspartame toxicity. His book on the subject is over a thousand pages in length and joins other books by Roberts on artificial sweeteners as well as books on the dangers of vitamin E supplements and vasectomies.
I was initially suspicious of someone who seemed to be making a career out of finding deadly toxins in everyday items. I decided to trust Dr. Roberts as a source of information once I learned he also wrote a book about a 1985 visit by Princess Diana to Palm Beach, California. Princess Diana: The House of Windsor and Palm Beach includes “inside information” garnered by Dr. Roberts because “his wife, Carol, was the mayor of Palm Beach at the time.”
I was curious why a crusader against aspartame would be so concerned with a brief visit by Princess Diana to the United States that he would write a book about it.
My questions were answered by Dr. Schwab’s summary, “Dr. Roberts
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