I hope you’re enjoying your Sunday, Dear Reader. Fortunately the world didn’t end yesterday, as predicted…
Thank fuck for that, ‘cos I have had a Harry story accepted for the Underdog Anthology III…
… And I still haven’t mutilated a poem for the Afterword yet…
Whilst I get on with doing that, feel free to dive into the latest missive, deep and inviting, from Cade the Okie Devil, below. Enjoy! 😀
!!!Let's Doo Sum SnewZ!!!
I’ve decided to give Bing News a shot today…
…but I have a feeling…
…this might be a little…
…assuming that Bing routes most of it’s shit through MSN.
^Cliff Richard ~ Devil Woman 1976 Disco Purrfection Version^
On with the snooze…
Texas asks court to allow its ban on ‘sanctuary cities’
Marilyn Manson: ‘Columbine Destroyed My Entire Career’
Magnitude 5.7 earthquake hits off northern California -USGS
North Korean leader Kim called Trump a what? A ‘dotard’
What Does Mexico’s Earthquake Mean for California? A Caltech Seismologist Explains
Elderly deaths: Call for generators in Florida nursing homes
Trix with artificial flavors is coming back after customer complaints
France threatens to skip 2018 Winter Olympics in South Korea over security concerns
NASA SPACECRAFT OSIRIS-REX TO SLINGSHOT AROUND EARTH ON ITS WAY TO ASTEROID BENNU
HOLLYWOOD ACTRESS TELLS ALL: “I FELT BLOATED, TIRED, AND UNHEALTHY… NOW I KNOW WHY”
Death Wish Coffee recalls its Nitro Cold Brew over risk of deadly botulin toxin
‘Game Plan to Survive.’ Teen Gets Locked in Cave for 60 Hours With No Cellphone Signal
Now…I know what you are thinking.
You are thinking…
DUDE!!! I ALREADY READ ALL THAT SHIT!!!
Well I hadn’t.
Go fuck yourself.
^Three Dog Night – Never Been To Spain^
I saw an advertisement on that last story, that talked about “why doctors will no longer prescribe Metformin”…and the advertisement went on to say…that the ad…was selected…for me.
Q: What in the FUCK is Metformin, and why did it select me?
The link to the story was 500 fucking miles long, so I skipped it, and just went and looked up Metformin on Google.
I don’t have diabetes…type 2 or otherwise. WTF?!?!?
Polycystic Ovary Syndrome
Obstructive Sleep Apnea
Adaptive Immune System (Redirected from Adaptive immunity)
Passive Immunity-Naturally Acquired
Systemic Lupus Erythematosus
United States Bullion Depository
Is everything designed to kill us? Something is not adding up.
Yeah…it’s adding up…but to what?
^Alanis Morissette – King of Pain^
Q: How much gold is in Fort Knox
A: According to the U.S. Mint, there are currently 147.3 million ounces of gold in Fort Knox, KY. At a current price of about $1,776 per ounce, this is worth 261.6 billion dollars.
147,300,000 ounces / 16 ounces = 9,206,250 pounds.
9,206,250 / 2,000 = 4,603.125 tons.
$261,600,000,000 dollars / 323,100,000 citizens = $809.66
I’d like mine in cash please. Hell, that ain’t even 1/2 an ounce of gold.
I knew I wasn't worth a fuck
…but damn…that’s some hardcore, cold-blooded shit right there.
^Rafa Barrios – Palabras (Original Mix)^
HOLD THE PHONE!!!
Has the Federal Reserve Sold the Gold at Fort Knox?
This article says…that The U.S. Treasury actually has 8,134 tons in total. So I guess only about half of that is in Kentucky.
8,134 tons = 16,268,000 lbs = 260,288,000 ounces = $462,271,488,000 @ $1,776 per ounce.
$462,271,488,000 / 323,100,000 citizens = $1,430.74
Considering that the year that I made the most money – I made right at $120,000 that year – I paid over $40,000 in taxes, and averaged working about 70 hours per week…um…yeah.
I gotta regroup here.
^Frida – I Know There’s Something Going On (ABBA) (1982) HD 0815007^
SOME LIMEY JUST KICKED ME IN THE BALLS!!!
AND I LIKE IT!!!
I am dissapoint (sic)
I got a question about your view of “not being able to see time”…
Q: Would you know it, if you saw it?
To relate…let’s think about drag racing, since an interest in both time and trains should certainly be easily relatable to drag racing, from both the participant and spectator positions.
There was a video that I posted sometime back, that showed a guy getting a ride-along in a drag car. There was an in-car video camera, and at the end of the ride, the passenger commented…
“That seemed like a LOT longer time from inside the car!”
The drag car in question, was about an 11/12 second car. Meaning it took about 11/12 seconds to cover the 1/4 mile, which is 1,320 feet.
Find a clock that has a second hand…now watch it click off 11 seconds.
Keep in mind, that a drag car never stops accelerating.
So for the entire time, of that 11 seconds, you are going faster and faster, the whole time.
If you were traveling at the speed of light…186,282 miles per second…you just covered 2,048,882 miles.
BUT!!! What if…you started @ a relative “0-speed” and accelerated from 0 to 186,282 miles per second within that 11 seconds?
^The Sweet – The Ballroom Blitz 1973^
Q: What did you encounter during that 11 seconds?
Q: What encountered you?
So yeah…spin. All kinds of spin and spins. I’m not trying to sell anyone on anything…just trying to describe what I see. I don’t think I’m alone in what I see…just…yeah…alone-ish or something.
Anyway…what is really cool to me, relativistically…is when there is a proximate particle or mass, that appears to be not moving at all. Yet relative to some distant particle or mass…it may be moving at some fucking RIDICULOUS speeds.
Pert near Ludicrous Speed. 😛
Especially if those particles/masses are entangled.
Shit gets really funky from there.
^Sweet – Love is like Oxygen^
For example, if two masses are entangled at great distance…they may swap places, and your never ever know it, save for a change in the mass that you are observing. You don’t actually know that it’s a different mass…you just know that a change has taken place.
We make assumptions that these actions/reactions are local or even localized…but that’s not always the case. By the time out new mass moves in, and replaces the old one, the new one may have been traveling at ridiculous speeds over great distances. The old one and new one, transfer energy/energies and momentum(s), and the old one hauls ass elsewhere.
Further…the old one may transfer it’s entanglement many times as it heads out wherever it is going. Like tumblers handshaking here and there and everywhere. Lots of parts, lots of methods, lots of mediums, lots of time. I dunno…I get jazzed when anyone talks about time. Keep it contextual, and everything else becomes possible.
Grains of sand, to eyes of needles.
^Gary Wright – Love Is Alive^
Where was I?
^Raspberries Go All The Way Mike Douglas Show 1974^
Prolly gonna go find some ice for my balls.
^Climax Blues Band ~ Couldn’t Get It Right 1977 Disco Purrfection Version^
FBI Misses THIRD Deadline to Hand Over Subpoenaed Documents On Trump Dossier
What does this mean? I dunno. Go arrest the FBI. I guess they could just handcuff themselves and turn themselves in…but I wouldn’t count on that. Maybe pull their funding? Stop printing their paychecks and turn the electricity off in The J.Edgar Building…that might get someone’s attention. Or how about make the FBI go without toilet paper until they produce this shit.
lolz That sounds funny.
PRODUCE THIS SHIT…OR YA’LL GETS NO TP UNTIL YOU DOO!!!
^The Three Degrees – When will I see you again (Ruud’s Extended Mix)^
It occurs to me, that with all of this secrecy, we’ve been operating in a “Minority Report” kind of “Thought Police” kind of mode for a long time. This isn’t about every American having an FBI file irrespective of whether or not they’ve ever committed a crime. That I can quasi-sorta understand on some levels. This is about accountability via secrecy.
With secrecy, there is no accountability. How can there be? We’re not talking about privacy. Government like ours deserves none. I should be able to go to FBI.gov, and look up my own name, and see if I’m being investigated for anything. See if I’ve ever been investigated for anything. See if it’s ever been recommended that I be investigated for anything, on who’s recommendation, and why.
I should be able to look up how much money The FBI spent on coffee last month. How much they spent on sugar. How much they spent on drink cups and coffee stirrers. Who is requisitioning government planes instead of flying commercial. Does that sound good? I can think of some more stuff if you need suggestions. Just let me know.
So yeah…it’s not about this or that, it’s about this and that, and everything else. I thought that’s what accountability was\is?
^The Association – Along Comes Mary^
I guess one could argue that my thoughts on particle and mass motion could be summed up to slight of hand. But…what about preservation of mass? Preservation of energy? Preservation of energy? If you don’t have the balls to countermand your own bullshit, it’s prolly why you aren’t getting anywhere. Hey asshat(s)…I’m on your team.
^Orleans – Still The One (with lyrics)^
Ah HA!!! A question via The Whatever However Hotline!!!
Q: Cade, what is binding these particles?
Cade: Didn’t see this one coming. Are we talking local, less-local, or non-local? Because you have to consider them all. If we thing of a string as being the current method of binding of some particular particles…which part of the string are you seeing? How would you know? When the energy and energies run out…welp…what about less bound strings?
If you disconnect your machines, or turn them off, or stop the process that was further intermingled with the goings on…why wouldn’t shit stop? I mean…we are talking about operating within time and times here. Are you really willing to go the distance? What if you only get one chance to “tap” an infinite power source, but that source is more like Morse code, and there is a thousand years that will transpire until the next dah or dit?
Yes…I’m suggesting that “tapping” or “harnessing” ANYTHING…can, and will, have consequences. Why wouldn’t it? Just because something is local…you think it’s ours? What…are you drowning and there’s a life-ring nearby…hence…it’s yours? I don’t think things work like that. Certainly not always. We need more information.
^Firefall – Strange Way^
Man…I went from Diabetes to Flowers to Moths to Football in like…nothing flat. Must be football season or some such. Yesterday was the first day of Fall… so…yeah…foosball!!!
Mama Boucher: Foos-ball? Buncha overgrown monsters man-handlin’ each other… ‘Member when dat man wanted you to play foos-ball, Bobby?
Movie = The Waterboy
^Waterboy-I like them too^
It don’t hurt none, to talk about whatever in the fuck I want, do it? I never would have considering yapping about anything at all till just a coupla years ago. Too much pride I guess. Too afraid to be wrong, and even more afraid of being right.
That's no way to live...is it?
^David Holmes – I Heard Wonders^
I’ve had to get a lot of shit out of my system over at my own blog lately. I guess mainly because I can freewheel a shade more in a single direction, and spend more time doing it. When I sit down to write these things here? The objective is to move as rapidly as possible, and cover as much ground as possible. Not really, but my objective is to spend as little time as possible between A and B, and I’ve no idea what that is going to be.
Like tonight/this morning? I really didn’t have much in my head at all. Nothing that I really wanted to write about. I’ve got some other writing that I want to do, but nothing is currently coming to mind. It’s difficult to write a story that you’ve already completed in your head. Not that I’ve ever tried to write like this before or anything…but God bless her…someone has prodded me along in a very clever way over the last coupla days, and I’m thankful for that. But I guess I gotta go the rest of the way now.
Now...what's that bit about announcing your plans and hearing/watching God laugh?
^Knife Party – ‘Sleaze’^
Christmas is just around the corner I guess. I wonder when everything will go on sale? And since when is everything on sale? There’s something vague booping around in this empty head of mine, and has been for a few days. Ever since I saw mention of slavery somewhere along the line, and these Anunnaki fucks keeps bopping in and out of my noggin’.
Being off-balance helps me think. But this shit ain’t like that. To say that it was this kind of thought or that kind of thought, meaning good or bad, would be…kinda…on track…but not really. It’s not really like that. I’m not sure that a judgement call could be made like that with respect to “aliens” or “extra-terrestrials”…mainly because of us.
We are SOOOOooo fucking convinced, that anyone who shows up, is just here to take shit away from us. Welp, who the FUCK owns the shit now? At best, I’ve apparently got a $1,500 stake in the country in which I live, and THAT’S assuming that the other 323.1 million fucks that live here are feeling generous, and willing to let me sell my 1oz stake of gold that is sitting somewhere where I can’t get to it. I didn’t dig that shit up. Where’d it come from?
^orleans-dance with me [lyrics]^
What’s it like to get old? Let’s see.
Fact Sheet: Aging in the United States
Who…in the fuck…is PRB?
Population Reference Bureau
“The number of Americans ages 65 and older is projected to more than double from 46 million today to over 98 million by 2060, and the 65-and-older age group’s share of the total population will rise to nearly 24 percent from 15 percent.”
So…there’s 46 million peeps over 65 in The USA.
$462,271,488,000 / 46,000,000 = $10,049.38.
Here’s your paycheck…go play golf.
^I’M NOT IN LOVE – 10cc^
Considering that the retirement age is now 70, and these PRB fucks say that the number of old farts is gonna almost double by 2060…wait…
I’ll be 92 fucking years old in 2060. You really think that anyone, who is 27 years old right now, will give a flying fuck about some 92 year-old asshole in 2060?
Yeah…someone who is 27 years old right now, will be eligible to retire in 2060. What about some young punk that was born today? Yeah…today…as in…September 23rd of 2017…they’ll be 43 in 2060. You think that they will give two fucks about two old fucks aged 92 and 70?
They’ll be driving flying sportscars, chasing skirts, and writing child-support/alimony checks in the midst of their mid-life crisis, all while battling Hepatitis L.
Meh…I’ll prolly be on Mars and/or The Moon/Luna by 2060. Maybe even Jupiter or Saturn. The mail is prolly slow getting out that way…so you can keep the Social Security checks.
^Todd Rundgren – Hello It’s Me (1972)^
Damn…it’s 03:05…I could use a hug.
^AL STEWART “Time Passages”^
Human Leukocyte Antigen
Lots of tics and tocs and dahs and dits and beeps and boops to be seen at these levels.
Christian Laying On Of Hands
Don’t need anyone? Good for you. What about those that do? What about those that don’t, and then they do? I dunno either.
Event driven time.
Event driven times.
What cha got in minds?
We got all kinds of fine finds for you to finds.
Hop on in on of the lines.
Sees what you can sees, and finds what you can finds.
Your answers are your own.
^Robbie Dupree: Steal away^
I just remembered that my driver’s license expires in two months.
Yeesh…I’ll have no “valid I.D.” while cruising the motherland. Or fatherland. Or homeland. Or whatever in the fuck it my comrades call it.
A paranoid bunch we are.
We prolly need some secret organizations to keep us safe.
Let’s form some.
We need a manifesto first tho.
^Earth, Wind & Fire – September^
I don’t have anything against beliefs and traditions and shit like that. Cept the ones that tell me what a piece of shit I am. Or the ones that tell me how fucking great I am.
I dunno…I’ll figure it out. But I did address some pomp and circumstance kinds of things over at my own blog earlier this evening. If I need a pound of Wolfsbane, a goats right testicle, and a pure copper talisman in the shape of two figure 8’s bound by three stars and a zero? Where in the fuck am I supposed to get that shit? I gots no monies, and this shit don’t grow on trees ya know.
I don’t mind going without. I appreciate the suggestion, but I’d bet that goat needs his balls more than I need protection from whatever it is that’s hounding me. You think they’ll bargain? Maybe say…two used golf-balls in place of the goat’s ball? Time and a place for everything? Just being nice and trying to do the right thing(s) in my own life isn’t enough? What about over time? Over times?
Yeah…I forgot…works count for nothing. Everyone take 5. Smoke em’ if ya got em’.
^Stevie Wonder: Superstition (Live)^
^Van Morrison – Moondance^
cYa | cFa
<Earth Wind & Fire – Let’s Groove>
*/daydreaming… Hmm… I hope so too, Clicky…*
*Alright! I’m dooing it… /rolls eyes…*
6 thoughts on “Missive From ‘Merica: Write On!”
OMG! Cade, do you remember the roller skating rink we used to go to in the armpit of hell as kids? You know the place I’m referring to.
That song you posted by Climax Blues Band reminds me of Friday nights at the roller rink. 🙂 So fun!
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Now that I think about it, I think it was called Broadway.
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That’s the one. 🙂
I thought a LOT about that place as I was writing and listening to the music I was listening to. I got to hear a great deal of music that I may never have heard otherwise, since I wasn’t allowed to listen to “rock and roll” music when I was in elementary school. It is the devil afterall. 😉
^AC/DC – Whole Lotta Rosie^
Ironically, that’s where I played my very first rock-n-roll show, in my very first rock-n-roll band, when I was in 7th grade. Did I mention that I was attending a private Christian school at the time? Can I further mention that I was expelled from that school on the exact day of the show, but those events were in no way related.
Every Friday night and every Saturday night.
Saturday afternoon’s if I was lucky.
And “the speed skating session” for an extra buck, pre-Friday night session, if I was REALLY lucky.
I even occasionally worked up the balls to get turned down by a girl during “the couple’s skate” bits.
^Andy C – Haunting^
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No wonder we’re so fucked up! And is that grass growing out of the sign??
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lolz…looks like it. That whole area used to be loaded with Johnson Grass…which is what that looks like. It has razors for leaves. If you want to get away from a bully…run into the Johnson Grass. They won’t follow far, and cuts sometimes both feel and heal better than bruises.
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As I was writing that above, and thinking about all the time I spent there at that rink going in circles, I remembered a bit that someone told me when my band played there. And that was, that Joe Walsh played there at some point.
Here’s another interesting bit…
A lot of bands played there as I understand it. When we played there in 1980 I guess it was, it was the first time they had live music in a long time tho. So the owner told me anyway. Years later, I went back to the skateland with my then wife + my little sister and her future husband, spoke with the owner (same guy), and he said that not only did he remember us playing there…he had recorded it. I never got to hear the recording tho/didn’t ask him for a copy.
A bunch of 7th and 8th grade kids playing in a band, live, in front of hundreds of teenagers.
I woulda, and did.
^Deadmau5 – Cthulhu Sleeps (HQ)^
But yeah…pretty close to home. Ironic that I sit barely a mile or so away from that place as I type this.
And yes…Broadway Skateland is on “Moon Drive”
3022 Moon Drive, so it would seem.
Yeah. All kinds of neato and interesting things right around that area of that skating rink.
Depending on what you are looking for anyway.
I know that area quite well.
Roller-skating made me think of this song/vid too.
^Chvrches – “Now is Not The Time”^
Mesquite Texas…circa 1890, image tagged as “Traffic jam in Mesquite, TX – 1890”
Prolly some skating going on there in the image above too. Looks muddy.
^Blood Moon ~ Dhruva Aliman^
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