Posted on 06/15/2007 6:08:16 PM PDT by blam
Industrial alcohol 'is killing Russian men'
By Natalie Paris and agencies
Last Updated: 11:30am BST 15/06/2007
The drinking of strong alcohol is causing half the deaths of working age men in Russia, a recent study has shown.
The consumption of alcohol along with perfume, cleaning agents and other industrial concoctions, is being blamed for the premature deaths of 43 per cent of Russian men aged between 25-54.
Research published in the Lancet studied 1,750 men who lived in Izhevsk, an industrial city in the Ural mountains, and died between 2003 and 2005.
Men who were problem drinkers of alcoholic beverages or who drank "non beverage alcohol", alcohol not intended to be drunk, were six times likelier to die than men who did not have a drinking problem or who were teetotal.
They were a shocking nine times more likely to die if they drank "non beverage alcohol".
The study noted how often men drank wine, beer and spirits as well as the frequency with which they drank ethanol-based liquids.
Researchers believe that a surge in the death rate during the 1990s transition from communism saw poor and unemployed men turn to a cheap fix in industrial alcohol.
It suggests that drinking industrial alcohol is a contributing factor to the extremely low life expectancy of Russian men.
According to figures cited in the study, in 2004, life expectancy was 59 years for men and 72 years for women.
Added to the low life expectancy is a low birthrate, which together are causing the Russian population to fall by 700,000 a year.
The authors, led by David Leon, a professor at the London School of Hygiene and Tropical Medicine, believe the study sheds light on big fluctuations in Russia's mortality rate over the past two decades.
Are writers of Oxford English lacking the phrases, “wood alcohol” and “rubbing alcohol?”
Russian livers
You’ll soon see ‘em
On a shelf
In some museum
“After-Shave”
It was horrifying.
“...So, write down the recipe of “Canaan balsam”. Life is given to man only once, and one should live it so as not to mistake the recipes:
Denatured alcohol 100 g
Dark beer 200 g
Purified wood lacquer 100 g
And so, now you have “Canaan balsam” (people call it “brown-black biatch”) - the liquid of brownish-black color, with moderate strength and strong aroma. It is not an aroma, it is an anthem. An anthem of democratic youth. Precisely so, because those who have drunk this cocktail become vulgar and overcome by dark forces. How many times I’ve observed it!
To avoid these dark forces, there are two ways: first, don’t drink “Canaan balsam”. And second, drink instead of it the “Geneva Spirit”. It doesn’t have a drop of nobility, but it has the flavor. You’ll ask me: what is the secret of this flavor? I’ll answer: I do not know. Then you’ll think and ask: what’s the answer to the riddle? And the answer is that the cologne “White Lilac”, one of “Geneva Spirit” components, shall not be substituted by anything, neither by “Jasmine”, nor by “Shipr”, nor by “Silver Lily”.
“There are no equivalents among the components” - as the old alchemists used to say, and they knew what they were talking about. “Silver Lily” is not “White Lilac” even in moral aspect, to say nothing about the bouquets.
“Lily”, for example, stimulates the mind, worries the consciousness, and strengthens the discipline. “White Lilac”, to the contrary, calms down the consciousness and reconciles one with one’s life... With me it was like this: I drank a whole bottle of “Silver Lily”, and I was sitting and crying. Why was I crying?- Because I remembered my Mom, I remembered and could not forget my Mom. “Mom”- I said. And I cried. And again: “Mom” - and again cried. Another, more stupid person, would be still sitting and crying. But me? I took a bottle of “White Lilac” and drank it. And wouldn’t you know - tears dried, stupid laughter overcame me, and as for the Mom - I forgot even her name. And so, I laugh at people who, while preparing “Geneva Spirit”, add “Silver Lily” to the medication against sweaty feet!
Listen to the recipe:
“White Lilac” 50 g
The medication against sweaty feet 50 g
Zhigulevskoye beer 200 g
Alcohol-based lacquer 150 g
But if a man does not want to trample the earth needlessly, he should send to hell both “Canaan balsam” and “Geneva Spirit”. He’d better sit down and mix himself a “Young communist girl’s tear”. This cocktail is smelly and strange. Why it is smelly, you’ll learn later. At first I’ll explain why it’s strange.
A person drinking simple vodka either preserves both the sound mind and the good memory or loses both. But with the “Young communist girl’s tear” it’s outright funny - when one drinks 100 grams of that “tear”, the memory remains good, but there’s no trace of sound mind. After 100 more grams one is surprised: where did all this sound mind come from? And where did all good memory go? Even the recipe of the “tear” is fragrant. And from the prepared cocktail, from its aroma, one can faint for a minute. I, for example, fainted.
Lavender 15 g
Verbena 15 g
“Forest Water” 30 g
Nail polish 2 g
Tooth elixir 150 g
Lemonade 150 g
This mixture should for twenty minutes be stirred with honeysuckle branch. Some people say that if necessary, the honeysuckle can be substituted by convolvulus. This is erroneous and criminal. You can cut me to pieces, but you won’t force me to stir “Young communist girl’s tear” with convolvulus - I’ll stir it with honeysuckle. I break my sides with laughter when in my presence somebody stirs the “Young communist girl’s tear” with convolvulus and not with honeysuckle...
But enough about the “tear”. Now I offer you the last and the best. “The end of work is better than all prizes” - as the poet said. I offer you the cocktail “biatch’s Guts” - the drink eclipsing everything. What is the most beautiful thing in the world? - The struggle for the liberation of mankind . And this is even more beautiful (write it down):
Zhigulevskoye beer 100 g
Shampoo “Sadko” 30 g
Anti-dandruff medication “Resol” 70 g
Medication against sweaty feet 30 g
Desinsectal for extermination of small insects 20 g
This mixture is for one week kept over cigar tobacco and is then served...
I received some letters where the readers recommended filtering the tincture thus obtained. Those corrections and additions spring from weak imagination and lack of fantasy - that’s where these stupid corrections come from...
And so, “biatch’s Gut” is served. Drink it with the appearance of the first star, by large gulps. After only two glasses of this cocktail one becomes so enspirited that you can come close and for the whole half an hour spit in his face from five feet - and he wouldn’t say anything to you....”
Geez, I knew the Russkies were party animals, but this is too far out there............
That just leaves more farm-fresh Russian brides for me.
“The consumption of alcohol along with perfume, cleaning agents and other industrial concoctions...:”
BWAhahahaha...if they’re drinking that crap, good riddance.
Good, that’s more women for me!
GREAT MINDS!! FReepers are pyschic, I swear.
They might not be referring to such but to ethanol not intended for human consumption.
True. I think maybe Polish farmgirls are the best though.
City girls are all the same....Moscow, Atlanta...they will still shop you blind. No wonder the poor bastards drink.
You got that right. You've been around the block at least once, huh? LOL
This sounds like something right out of “Borat”. I guess life also immitates are.
Denatured alcohol 100 g
Dark beer 200 g
Purified wood lacquer 100 g
Left out the ‘blindness’ part ................ FRegards
I bought some of that hand sanitizer, and a hs teacher always told us to read, even it's the toothpaste label sitting on the can...
Any way, there's a lot of ethyl alcohol in that stuff (as well as propanol).
I think it was at the beginning of the year that a story came out about some prison inmate getting seriously sick eating the stuff out of industrial size containers.
Darwin Awards perhaps???
There are no parties. People stop by beer stands, where salesgirls add vodka to beer unless you request them not to do so. That's in the cities. In villages, they merely take a bottle of vodka and pour it into three glasses --- you'll gain respect if you could to that precisely, in one shot, with all getting equal share. Then they drink, sniff the sleeve of a shirt or a pice of bread, if available. Next, the same is repeated with another bottle until the parties pass out or run out of money.
Does any of that look like a party?
link please
“Torpedo Juice”.
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