SUNDAY AFTERNOON – i.e. yesterday, quite late in the afternoon…
Ironing done and I was chatting to Cade via TwitterDM…
I’d been over at Red Frank’sMeroveesight, watching a documentary about a woman with 7 personalities and posting comets, when Cade sent through a link to his latest at The Unseen Synchro. I read it straightaway…
ApolloOlympian deity, god of music, poetry, medicine, etc., later identified with Helios, the sun god; the name is a Latin form of Greek Apollon, which is of uncertain origin. Beekes, after considering the alternatives, concludes, “In spite of repeated attempts, there is no IE etymology. … The name is probably Pre-Greek, and Hitt. Appaliunaš, mentioned in a treaty between Alaksandus of Wilusa and the Hittite king, may well be the Pre-Greek proto-form Apal’un.” The U.S. space program ran from 1961 to 1972.
yonder (adv.) “within sight but not near,” c. 1300, from Old English geond “throughout, up to, as far as” (see yond) + comparative suffix -er (2). Cognate with Middle Low German ginder, Middle Dutch gender, Dutch ginder, Gothic jaindre. Now replaced except in poetic usage by ungrammatical that.
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Hi!
<I.D. Under – Genericide – Genericide 1989>
X: You lost everything?
Cade: Yep.
Z: Everything?
Cade: 😐
Z: That’s no kind of answer.
Cade: Don’t change the subject.
Z: I will if I want to.
Cade: Fair enough.
Z: But…
Cade: I got nothing.
0: I could say…”you can say that again”…but I’m not going to.
T: I will.
Cade: Thanks.
B: I have a suggestion.
Cade: I’m all ears.
B: Why is that you think we don’t talk much.
Cade: Prolly because you’re dead.
B: But you didn’t know that until years after I had already died.
Cade: It doesn’t matter to me.
B: I don’t matter to you?
Cade: Not really.
B: That sounds awful hateful. AWFUL hateful.
Cade: If we weren’t buddies, pals or friends in life…why should that change just because you are dead?
B: You enjoyed my films?
Cade: Sure. Plenty of people enjoyed your films. Doesn’t make me want to chase you down for an autograph.
B: Now…you weren’t thinking about me there…were you.
Cade: Yeah…I was, but also someone else.
B: Under what context(s).
Cade: Stalkers…I believe is the popular parlance.
B: Catchy. Prolly sells a lot of newspapers and advertising space.
Cade: Do I really appear that glum and/or sardonic?
B: That would be sardonically ironic…wouldn’t it?
Cade: Sardonic thoughts, towards “media”…while talking to the ghost of an actor. Hmmm…yep.
B: What was…
Cade: NO!!! I won’t do it.
B: Why not.
Cade: Are you your name?
B: Not completely.
Cade: Well…there you go. We all have our reasons…don’t we?
Z: Leading questions are prohibited, banned, illegal and/or highly frowned upon.
Cade: lolz…That ought to about cover it.
0: So…let me get this straight. You’ll admit, to conversing with the ghost of a well known film actor…but you refuse to name names?
Cade: What the fuck good would that do?
B: No such thing as bad press.
Cade: lolz…welp…I ain’t in the mood for discussing the concept of remorse, prior to actually having a fucking reason for being remorseful.
X: Better safe that sorry…is that it?
Cade: You want me to call you on breaking your own rule(s) and/or established social pleasantries?
X: Only if you feel it necessary. 😉
Cade: K…well…I lost every fucking thing that I wrote…and I ain’t happy about it. Fair enough?
T: Lemme give it a think, and I’ll get back to you.
Cade: Thanks.
T: No problem.
X: Anything else.
Cade: I guess only…erm…everything else?
X: We’ll see.
Cade: You’re all about the multi-threading…I get that.
X: Do you?
Cade: Not really…but kinda…yeah. Not much to get really.
0: Now that’s just not nice.
Cade: So much for the effectiveness of multi-threading, eh?
0: I’m gonna reserve judgement for now.
Cade: Lemme know what you come up with.
X: …rawr…
<I.D. Under – Police State – The Lords of Nothing 1986>
Cade agreed to my suggestion and over the next couple of hours, I found out that B, from the missive above, is the ghost of a famous, male, American actor who has played the lead in his films. He died in the 21st century but not of suicide, accident or disease. No leading roles as soldier or cop, nor an Oscar win under his belt (probably – B wasn’t telling and Cade refused to look him up. I actually used a question up with “Can’t you look him up on Wiki?” */sigh…*).
Oh and the first letter of B‘s surname is a letter between M and Z…
That was Sunday, Dear Reader. If you think you know who B is, please feel free pop a comet down below. And until next time… Have a Song 😉
Are you really going to be able to chase down these phantoms?
God I hate thinking in creepy channels like this 😦
^02 Truth Is Out Of Style^
Maybe we need to simply fudge what is reported to the GAO, based on real employees.
Or maybe we can do both.
Now we just gotta funnel these funds.
I mean…we’re using this money to protect and serve Americans…right?
I can’t help it that I am one of those Americans that needs a little personal service.
Due to my position…I can think of some others that need a little TLC as well.
^I Thank You by ZZ Top REMASTERED^
Stumbled across this train wreck earlier in the week…
Carl Bernstein calls for ‘different kind of reporting’ to take on ‘malignant presidency’
Oh my. Reporters reporting on reporting. What’s next? Reporters reporting on previously reported reports? No wait…they already do that….sorta.
So…with that in mind…if there are certain sections of the populace that are “milking the government tit”…wouldn’t reporters and reporting/news media companies be the first and last to squeeze that tit? The first to be there when it starts flowing, following the honey pot all the way down, and the last to be there when the final drop is squooze?
Q: Since when is media guaranteed to have all-access laminants 24/7 to anything and everything?
A: ...
^Cream – White Room^
I’ve been writing some crap about Texas over the last week on my own blog.
Someone asked me for some suggestions about a trip to Texas via CFrank’s SmokyDrinky chatroom, so…I’ve tried to be accommodating.
That means, talk about the good … and the bad … and the ugly … as best I can.
This place is my home.
Yeah…there are some levels of removal in my personal life…but love it or hate it…Texas is my home. I just have a wandering heart, that beats inside a bent body, that contains a fucked-up mind, a restless spirit, and a void-ish kind of soul. So yeah…I’m happy. A happy person.
I can’t remember if the person who asked me was a Limey, or Aussie, or where in the fuck they were coming from…so…I’ve just tried to keep in mind that…
A) The are a foreigner
B) They speak English
C) They are prolly gonna drop a bundle coming to visit this shithole of a state…so let them choose their own path.
My job, as I see it anyway…is to point them towards these paths and pathways that they can then travel if they choose to do so.
I’ve tried to stress two primary things…
A) Nothing
B) People
People are kinda weird around these parts, because there is no fucking telling where they come from/came from…but I think it important to point out…that all Texans are imports of some kind.
Travelers who have found a place to land for a bit.
^Stevie Nicks – Landslide / HQ Lyrics^
I recently postulated the thought, that there were no limits whatsoever placed on the original creative intents, with respect to The Universe, that we currently occupy. To me, that’s the only reason that it works. It allows for both fate and chance, and allows for change, changes, and changing within a dynamic system that has some rather rigid rule sets. To relate…I’ll piss some evolutionists off to no end with an example/demonstration that I thought of this week.
It’s really a visual demonstration, so it’s going to be difficult to relate in text. But when I thought of it, I had the feeling that someone may have actually demonstrated this to me at some point when I was young. But the basis of this demonstration is to both define and non-define what “an infinity is” and how infinity relates to eternity.
^Ten Years After – I’d Love To Change The World^
I am holding both hands behind my back, where they cannot be seen.
I ask the question… “How many apples am I holding in each hand?”
The answer = irrelevant.
I extend one hand into view.
This hand is holding an apple.
I ask the question…
"How many apples am I holding in each hand?"
I remove the hand and again place it behind my back.
I ask the question…
"How many apples am I holding in each hand?"
I extend the opposite hand into view.
This hand is holding an apple.
I ask the question…
"How many apples am I holding in each hand?"
I remove the opposite hand and again place it behind my back.
I ask the question…
"How many apples am I holding in each hand?"
I extend both hands into view.
Both hands are each holding an apple.
I ask the question…
"How many apples am I holding in each hand?"
One in each hand…for a total of two.
Right?
I take a knife, and
cut one of the apples in half.
I locate and remove a single seed from this apple, and place it in my hand.
I ask the question…
"How many apples was I holding in each hand?"
One in each hand?
Two total?
Or is the answer…
"infinite apples, based on intents and intentions, based on perspective and perspectives?"
Or…is the answer…
"all of the above?"
^The kinks – Lola^
It could probably be said, that it is a rare occasion indeed when an infinity can be reduced in such a way that we can actually see the tangible result of an infinite set, within an infinite set, that is represented as, and by, a single unit of measure…an infinity set. A seed…in this case. But in this case, the case is encased within case after case after case…layer after layer. The “meat” of an individual apple is just as much a part of an individual seed and/or apple, as much as it is a part of the tree from which it originated, and the locale in which the tree itself resides.
So yeah…when infinities and eternities merge…into the eternal.
That’s how I see it anyway.
/me shrugs
LOTS more to think about there.
Water, dirt, origins, packing, shipping, buildings, infrastructure, roadways, pathways…and on, and on…and on.
Time.
^Buffalo Springfield – For What It’s Worth 1967^
There was someone who asked me a fairly direct question on Merovee recently. I don’t like talking on someone else’s blog if the conversation doesn’t relate directly to the owner of said blog. BUT!!! I do think about shit like this. How best to address a need, when and where it arises. All of my own personal rules are quite flexible in this regard, so I guess the only real “rigid” rule that I personally have…is…”be flexible.” Weird.
Anyway…they pretty much wanted what we all want or need at some point(s) in our lives…and that is…a motherfucking instruction manual. Some “Life: Step By Step For Dummies” guide or some shit like that, than can help us navigate the mire that we sometimes find ourselves in.
Yeah…“QUICKSAND!!! A HELPFUL ESCAPE GUIDE IN 10 EASY STEPS!!!”
lolz
Much easier to rely on others in these cases.
I mean seriously…someone may wonder by the quagmire you find yourself currently entangled in…and they may just so happen to have a copy of this completely worthless book that they may be willing to barter.
😉
I dunno…if I had to sum up “what it all means”…it would be something akin to learning how to rely on yourself AND others.
It’s a pickle…no bout a doubt it.
(misspelling above = intentional)
^Rory Gallagher – McAvoy Boogie^
They also asked my astrological sign…whatever in the fuck that means.
I was born in the month that precedes the month of December and follows the month of October.
I was born on the day that is right in the middle of this month of 30 days.
According to family legend, I was born two weeks late.
So I guess that I was supposed to be born on either Oct 31st or Nov 1st.
So yeah…I am a Scorpio…born on Nov 15th.
And yeah…there are LOADS of instruction manuals and guides to follow.
We may not be born holding a copy of a manual in our hands, but finding that manual and/or manuals is part of the fun.
I personally can see how “The Horoscope” can be a galactic guide of sorts. An overlay, template or hologram of sorts, that shows maybe how some interstellar energies sometimes move in certain ways. But I like to keep those contextual. I cannot tell you about me and my life up to this point in a single sentence. I gather this is why people have so much trouble with profiles in social media, because we have trouble identifying with who we are…who we wish to be…what we want others to see…what we DO NOT want others to see…etc., etc., and so on.
I’ve been married once.
I’ve been divorced once.
I am 49 years old.
I am unemployed.
I have no money, nor does it look as if I will have any money any time soon, if at all.
I have a small penis.
Aforementioned "small penis" is functional as far as I know.
I’m not sure how large my penis was supposed to be, because this is the only one that I got…so…whatever or something.
I guess if it eventually turns out that there is a God/gods, we’ll have some time to talk about what went wrong.
lolz
^Johnny Winter – Be Careful With A Fool^
Let’s keep this short.
(ba da ching)
Q: How many reasons to hate me do you really need?
A: ???
Is the answer “one?”
^Cocteau Twins – Lorelei -^
So yeah…a walk.
I actually have no problem at all with commitment or being committed to something or someone.
It’s really kinda easy to commit to something or someone.
But there are two parts to that equation…and I can only handle one side of it.
So yeah…now…you actually gotta go do whatever it is that you have committed to doing.
Mother had a few ‘truths’ she would impart to me and my sister when we were growing up. Dad, too, although his favourites included:
“Honesty is the best policy,”
“Ignorance is no defense before the law,”
and,
“Always be nice to the PAs – they’re the gatekeepers.”
The two that Mother used most often were,
“Faint heart never won fair lady,”
She mentioned that one to me several times one raining Sunday afternoon, as she made me pore over the telephone directory, looking for the phone number of a boy I’d met in the pub the night before. I was 16.
The other one was,
“All’s fair in love and war.”
Leggy wrote a post about The War last night. This would be the War on Tobacco, declared by Anti-Smokers in their bid to…
… forge a tobacco-free world. Smokers are but collateral damage in the mighty offensive, waged upon a plant that inhabited this planet long before humans ever did.
If reality, and by that I mean real life lived and experienced, is ruled by laws based on lies… science fiction… does that not bring science fiction into play? Seems fair to me…
There is a most profound and beautiful question associated with the observed coupling constant, e – the amplitude for a real electron to emit or absorb a real photon. It is a simple number that has been experimentally determined to be close to 0.08542455. (My physicist friends won’t recognize this number, because they like to remember it as the inverse of its square: about 137.03597 with about an uncertainty of about 2 in the last decimal place. It has been a mystery ever since it was discovered more than fifty years ago, and all good theoretical physicists put this number up on their wall and worry about it.) Immediately you would like to know where this number for a coupling comes from: is it related to pi or perhaps to the base of natural logarithms? Nobody knows. It’s one of the greatest damn mysteries of physics: a magic number that comes to us with no understanding by man. You might say the “hand of God” wrote that number, and “we don’t know how He pushed his pencil.” We know what kind of a dance to do experimentally to measure this number very accurately, but we don’t know what kind of dance to do on the computer to make this number come out, without putting it in secretly!
Dear Reader, if you’re a frequent visitor to the LoL, I have made no secret of my fascination of 137 and synchronicity. Nor my love for the greatest science fiction character of all time… Who?
*Damn! Wouldn’t it be hilarious if the mystery were solved by someone enjoying tobacco, Clicky?*
Fun Fact! Peter Capaldi, the current and 13th (if you include the Hurt War Doctor) played a doctor from the W.H.O. in ‘World War Z‘ before entering the Tardis…
*Ooo I’m looking forward to Christmas this year, Clicky! I wonder who the 14th will be… /thinks… 14 is 7+7… 77… Z…*
Interesting comment of Cade’s on Leggy’s post…
Sew… I did a search and he was absolutely correct…
… All’s fae in love and war… I guess it depends on your angle, see 😉
Following his last missive, Dear Reader, Cade the Okie Devil left a comment which Clicky insisted go up as a post of it’s own…
*Yes, yes, I know… /rolls eyes…*
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I just woke up, was gonna give an early, bleary-eyed re-read, and caught your “Mysterious 137” link that I had not noticed yesterday.
(sorry I missed it yesterday) 😦
Sometimes…we fail. 😦
^deadmau5 – We Fail (Original + Music Video)^
Fy – Feynmanium 137, immediately caught my eye, and some tumblers fell into place.
I gave it a quick read, and some more tumblers fell into place.
1,7 prolly should have jumped out at me sooner, but they didn’t.
4(000), 8(∞), 10/1(0), 11/(1)(1) prolly should have jumped out at me sooner, but they didn’t.
I guess if I would read some of this scientific crap here and there, I’d prolly stop stumbling around, but I don’t.
Q: Cade, why do you NOT read scientific papers?
A: Too "trade" oriented. Too much commerce on both the scientific AND business/commerce sides. Too exclusive and exclusionary.
Yeah…it gets nauseating reading all of the “potential applications” and “benefits to mankind” types of crap. Especially when these types of thinking exclude everything else.
Thinking about that now, we really do ride the razor blade on what gets investigated, when, how, and by whom, don’t we?
I guess that’s the problem, or at least a problem…”a benefit to all mankind…(rubs hands together)…and we’re the sole providers of said benefits…heh heh heh!!!”…types of thinking….on all sides…from all perspectives.
EX: You are one of these “radical environmentalists” that I hear about, who is going to get away from it all and live off of the land. You buy 200 acres of land “out in the sticks” @ $1,000 an acre, at a total cost of $200,000 (not including legal fees, taxes, etc.). Coal is discovered on the surrounding plots of land, and a large company swoops in and starts buying land @ $200,000 per acre so they can start strip-mining. You now have a choice…sell your land to the company for $40,000,000, or become an island in the middle of some future barren wasteland.
Q: Why do we as individuals have to think in these terms at all?
A: I dunno either.
But chances are, that you didn’t have the mineral rights to the land you occupy anyway, so the government is prolly gonna step in, make the company pay you back your $200K + some incentive cash, then send you packing.
(0)Gravite(0)…would prolly be an accurate “atomic number” representation for it.
Primarily because you will be able to detect it’s presence, but nothing else.
The best way that I could represent that here in text would be…
)0( or (0) or )0) or (0(
The “(” and “)” characters are going to be your strings. Pointers…if you will.
“0” is going to be either, a Tachyon, a Neutrino, or both…which will give you your “God Particle.”
>0( or (0> or >0) or <0(
Above Is going to be another representational set. Think “strings” and/or “strings with stings”…should help.
What I personally see…is a Tachyon…erm…”creeping in” to devices like The LHC very slowly over time, as the machine itself is built. Gotta keep the mechanics of The Universe and it’s constant motion in mind here. So, in this case, let’s call this particular Tachyon “A Tachyone”…since it’s going to be a single particle of Gravite that is going to be repositioning itself over a very long period of time, undetected and undetectable, repositioning constantly with the aid of it’s part and partner particle(s)…Neutrinos.
SO!!!….once the reactor is complete….you basically have this …(0)… in the proximate position where the first “collision” will take place…even before the machine is turned on.
(Starting to think now about membranes would be a good idea)
These strings outside of our Tachyon are going to direct all kinds of particles in all kinds of directions, at all kinds of speeds and trajectories, again…even before the machine is “actually turned on.” It’s been doing this long before the first bit of ground was broken to build this machine. Now…it’s just going to be a shade more…noticeable and/or detectable.
Holy FUCK!!! I just realized how much I’ve written….sorry Roob….but you prolly get the idea of what I’ve been thinking about over the past few years…and just haven’t had the words and/or balls to come out and say it. But I’ll save my breath here…and I’ll thank you for keeping me on that 137 path. I’ve though about it a lot, just never really associated it with my [1,7], [3,6,9], [0000] sets that I use to mathematically create all other numbers via “my”…
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∞ = -1 + 0 + 1 = ∞
formula…”angles and trajectories for addition and subtraction via time”
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and
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A->+0+->BA->0+0->BB<-+0+<-AB<-0+0<-A
formula…”wheel of time” (there is a singular representation for this formula, but I cannot duplicate it here due to text’s limitations).
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Yeah…these are both quasi-linear representations, 7 dimensional models that work together to calculate and estimate time based on models that themselves are constantly in motion. They never exclude time because they are dependent on time to function, but they can appear static due to the length of time that they can calculate and the numbers that they can generate…both staggeringly massive and staggeringly missive 😉
So yeah…thanks for the link to the Feynman/137 crap. ❤
^The Prodigy – Out Of Space (Official Video)^
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There you go, Dear Reader, Cade’s comment with Clicky’s added vitamin K…
*’K… /hears knock… Ooh dinner! Clicky, Song… /gets up to answer door…*
— Swedish Canary 🇺🇸🇸🇪 (@SwedishCanary) June 28, 2017
Anyhoo, Leggy has now managed to publish a book a month since Christmas. Well done him! And I really hope he’ll publish one of his own stories in July…
*Knot at all, Clicky, it’s ready… He let me read it… /lights up and exhales… It’s been ready for fucking ages…*
Of course a ‘full house’ isn’t a term in blackjack, but it is one in poke ‘er…
*I guess my shambles can be a bit gaga, Clicky… /bites lip… Oh well, shall we finish up and have a Song?*
If a ghost suddenly appeared in front of you, just to let you personally know, that ghosts are real…
Q: Now what?
A: ...
“Thanks for dropping by Mr or Mrs Ghost!”
"Thanks for the fish."
Not that anything is fishy or anything.
Prolly a hook somewhere tho.
Hmmm....
^Manufacture – Passion For The Future^
So…it appears that “Anonymous” is now in the business of aliens. Not like Anonymous is already a pack of fucking weirdos or anything…but I digress.
Um…I have a question…
Q: What in the FUCK do you mean…by “little microorganisms on a distant moon in our solar system?”
A: ...
Obviously, you either…
A) Cannot believe what you are actually contemplating with respect to the concepts of “size” as it relates to “intelligence” and its “discovery” from the vantage point of humans.
Or…
B) Are trying to get your head wrapped around singularities as it relates to size and/or life, via energy and energies, and all kinds of crazy paths and pathways.
Yeah…think “Land of the Giants” or “Fantastic Voyage”…and that should help you out immensely.
Also…stop relating “life” to or via “intelligence” and it’s trappings.
You as an individual, or even a group…may already be all fucking over these concepts.
But then again…maybe not.
Just sayin'.
Anyway…looking for life under the auspices of determining whether or not they are worthy of the classification …um… scares me. Breaks my heart too…but yeah…it scares me.
^Anonymous believes NASA is poised to announce discovery of aliens^
Um…one other thing?
Q: Who gives a flying fuck if NASA, or anyone else for that matter, announces “the discovery of aliens or alien life?”
A: ???
Q: Who gives a flying fuck if Anonymous, or anyone else for that matter, announces “the discovery of aliens or alien life” via NASA or any other source?
A: ???
Man…shit just got complex, eh? All kinds of twists and turns to think about there, eh?
The complexities of politics and political meanderings…all based on a single premise and/or a single viewpoint within a premise.
So...yeah...power.
Isn’t it a fair assumption, for anyone who goes into politics/is elected to office, to assume that whatever is currently in place is how things are supposed to be? The voters sure appear to think that way. God forbid any changes are made. Not that the purpose of government is to change things or anything.
Q: I wonder if the purpose of government is to keep things the same?
A: ???
Maybe we get to make those decisions ourselves, when, and if, the opportunity presents itself.
^Der Böse Mann – Kommt Mit Mir (1990)^
Got another popup on my computer from ZoneAlarm firewall today. It’s pretty much what inspired me to write all the crap I’ve already written today, as well as what I am writing now.
I wrote recently about a popup I got from ZoneAlarm sometime back…and how confusing it was to get the popup, and how confusing the message that I got within the popup was to me.
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First popup is below, and I got it back on May 15th of this year…
Q1: Which of your employees posed for the above pic?
A1: ?!?!?
Q2: Does this “creepy looking individual” that works for you have access to, erm, “questionable technologies?”
A2: ?
Q3: What do you have against hoodies and laptops?
A3:
The guy is prolly just playing Diablo.
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Second popup is below, and I got it earlier today – Jun 29, 2017…
Le yikes. News I don’t want…via a software company.
I guess they are getting ready to expand to new markets.
Am I now supposed to look this bullshit claim up via some real and/or fake news source and verify it? If your software needs some kind of upgrade to combat this whatever it is, should I contemplate another software provider?
Meh…that’d be foolish. Prolly all owned by the same parent-company anyway.
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This is the update window that I’ve been getting for the past 4-6 months.
My bitch with this popup…is…that is ALWAYS steals focus. No matter WHAT IN THE FUCK IS RUNNING OR WHAT I AM DOING…it steals focus and forces itself to the foreground. It’s pissed me off so bad, that I have refused to update.
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“Security Software” keeps users honest. Yeah…users. It’s a constant reminder as to what you are downloading, from where, and where you go and what you do. If someone wants into your computer and/or network…they are going to get in…and there is nothing you can do about it.
^Numb – Lies^
I guess that software updates are now news channels.
“The second in the last two months?”
I know that I already ranted about this above…but to think that a software company is now going to start either A )quoting third-party news sources, or B) acting as a first party news source on THEIR schedule instead of mine? FUCK THAT and FUCK YOU!!! If I want news of ANY kind(s)…I’ll find it myself, you pretentious fucks.
Yeah...I realize you don't care.There's a sucker born every minute...right?
^Ionic Vision – Drive^
Roob pointed out yesterday that this Tuesday is Independence Day. I’ve not really thought about this particular holiday much over the past few years. It used to be a day or weekend at the lake shooting fireworks and drinking beer…or grilling outside and getting drunk. There’s a country club right up the street that always has a professional fireworks show. Which is weird that they can shoot all the fireworks that they want…but average citizens…cannot.
The signs went up around here a few weeks ago.
They are HUGE signs, and simply say…
NO FIREWORKS!!!
NO GUNFIRE!!!
Yep…these signs are in both English AND Spanish.
Now…I wonder why that would be?
You don’t have bilingual street signs helping all people(s) on their way, but you put up bilingual signs on the street telling us what we cannot do.
Sorry political peeps…but it’s kindof a “Mexican Thang” to fire guns on Independence Day here in this neck of the woods in the USA.
Weird...eh?
Bunch of dirty, filthy, Mexican and Hispanic scumbags…celebrating…American Independence.
Guns or no guns…that concept alone is weird enough.
Add the thought of “celebrating independence with firearms“…and shit suddenly gets all kinds of sideways.
^Interactive – No Control 1990^
We’ve been through this nonsense before.
“I, as a white, gun-toting, God-fearing American…celebrate my freedom and independence with and via firearms, on every day of the year…except…July 4th. Every other day of the year, I carry a gun to celebrate my freedom…but NOT on July 4th.”
<yawn>
I guess this concept is about to rear it’s head again. I remember it from back in the 1970’s when we had a HUGE influx of Hispanics flowing through Texas looking for work. Many if not most, were migrant farm workers who were being put out of work by farms going bust just about everywhere. Most of these migrants were headed north into Oklahoma and Kansas, or coming into Texas from the west to head back south.
I got all kinds of stories that I could tell about that time and those goings on…but I’m not gonna tell em here.
^Front 242 Masterhit^
I guess that I am trying to get my head wrapped around what announcements, of any type, really mean anymore. NASA could announce that they’ve found a planet that is made entirely of diamonds…and it really doesn’t mean a thing to me. Not that they’ve already done that or anything, and not that I am complacent or dead in the heart. I just don’t think that announcements regarding “life elsewhere in The Universe” will come from some human government entity, irrespective of the country of origin.
I view “alien life” in much the same way that I view God/the gods. If they are there, and they drop by for a visit, they are fully capable of deciding how best to make their presence known. May take them a while to figure out how to do that, but yeah…prolly ain’t gonna come from some government that no one trusts. Maybe there is something to be learned there regarding the concepts of trust and self-trust.
^Bigod 20 – America^
Yeah…if little microscopic aliens showed up in some little microscopic spaceships…we might wanna think/rethink some of these thoughts that we have regarding size and sizes, and what those concepts really mean. Especially if these little fucks are mean little shits, here to bask their tiny little spaceships in our Pineal Gland goop.
They’ll be tripping balls, firing their lasers and shit for some intergalactic rave in our brain sacks…and shit might get a little kookie and out of control. I mean, not that I’ve been thinking about the concept of singularities over the last few years, and maybe some of the things that they can be.
But some of the concepts that I’ve pondered are fucking mind-bendingly…erm…mind-bending. Microscopic and even smaller particles, that move so ridiculously fast through space, spaces and time, that they can be in two places at the same time. Not only that, but they can move to a third location so ridiculously fast, that there is no way for you to quantify that they have moved at all, save for the events that transpire after-the-fact, that show that they did indeed move.
^SOLARIS – Revenge (Aggrotech,Harsh EBM, Terror EBM)^
Now…you are probably wondering…
Q: How can that be? How can they be here, and not there, and yet here and there at the same time?
A: ???!!!???!!!???
Welp…that’s really pretty easy. Because the question becomes, what are they doing here, and what did they do there? Yeah…event driven based on will and wills amongst intent and intentions.
EX:
Q: Are you at (a singularity) at the stoplight that is 10 miles from here? A: No.
Q: Can you make a piece of paper blow down the sidewalk that is next to this light? A: Yes.
Q: When? A: I just did.
To the observer who sees this piece of paper suddenly move, their heart is prolly gonna skip a beat. Maybe this singularity will drop by to check and make sure you aren’t having a fucking heart attack or passing out from being freaked the fuck out.
Point being, that these…erm…entities…are always moving so incredibly fast, that most of the time it appears that they are not moving at all. This is because they can be virtually anywhere and everywhere, or even nowhere…all at the same time.
Q: Sound familiar?
A: ???
Still too much of a stretch for ya? (pun not intended, but noted)
Let’s try this then…
^Valium Era – FCUK YOU^
Let’s imagine that there are in fact, two Universes, and not one.
Let’s imagine these two Universes as being side by side.
Imagine placing two bowling balls side by side.
Outside of these two Universes…is…erm…we’ll just say “the entity that created them”, and this entity is able to move and manipulate these two Universes at will.
0<---Universe A | Universe B --->0
Now…this entity, does not reside in gravity in the contextual way that we do…so they are gonna flip flop these Universes.
0<---Universe B | Universe A --->0
Yep…just that quickly.
Now…
Q: How fast did Universe A appear to be moving to observers in Universe B, an vice-versa?
A: ???
I’m gonna take a guess here, and say “infinitely fast.”
But to the entity that moved them, in relativistic terms, these Universes were only moved 3 feet.
There was no ill effects on either Universe, nor the environment(s) outside of them.
The entity that moved them, saw the opportunity to move these two, within a time frame, where moving them would have no ill-effect on either, and moved them.
So yeah…knowing a bit about environment and environments, and keeping the quantum and it’s contents contextual, allows you to do all kinds of crazy shit that seems impossible.
BUT! That’s how we learn.
Pathways of all kinds.
^!Bang Elektronika – Ich Bin So Atzend!^
Maybe that’ll open the door a little better to wormholes, what they are, and why they are.
Assuming that they actually are…that is.
^KMFDM – A Drug Against War.mpg^
I guess another good way to visualize this concept, would be to take one of the bowling balls, and shove drinking straws through them. This might help a little bit in visualizing the way and ways that energy and energies transition space and spaces.
As you push these drinking straws through, from one side to the other, and out, they are going to appear to achieve some ridiculously fast speeds, and create some massive energies…and they can and do.
But what about when the straws stop moving?
Yeah…as in…you push the straw only so far in, then stop.
If you think about both ends of the straw, where they were, to where they are, from beginning to end of the movement of the straw, that might help a little bit with respect to relativity and simultaneousness. ESPECIALLY as these concepts relate to other concepts like “spooky action at a distance” and other whacked out and weird concepts.
If you never NEVER EVER forget…where we are, and what is going on here and now…and how gentle The Universe is treating us and treats us…maybe some of these concepts won’t be so freaky and scary.
Yeah…context.
Time is...erm...weird.
^The Crystal Method – Name of the Game (Hybrid’s Blackout in LA Mix)^
Roob did such a great job at adding pics on the last whatever turned missive…that I’m gonna let her add pics to this one if she wants to.
OH! If you wanna find some of the freaky stuff that I find on Google Images, go to Google images, and search for…(don’t use the quotes, or you can if you want to, whatevz)
*Belaythat Song, Clicky… Cade has sent some more…*
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Roob just mentioned via Twitter that she was about to start formatting the newest whatever I sent her last night, and I asked her if I could add a paragraph. She replied “no worries”…so…here we go.
Today is Friday, and I read a bit of my today’s repost of crap from back in December of 2015. In it, I espouse a rather fantastic claim of being able to unite divided scientific disciplines into a unified theory under a united umbrella.
You divided this shit up in the first place.
Is it my fault that…
A) You cannot piece back together the shit you tore apart in the first place?
B) I can piece the shit you tore apart back together?
I think that as long as you remain uni-perspective based, you are gonna stumble.
I also think that as long as you remain objectives based under the auspices of a single objective, you are gonna stumble.
Everything is already connected and together.
Tearing something apart, even under the auspices of “so that you can better understand how is was connected in the first place” is no guarantee that you will find what you are looking for.
Especially when you consistently forgo the changes that are transpiring in the midst of the change and changes that you are making…thinking that this has no effect on outside events, irrespective of how you qualify your efforts.
“Impact via size and sizing/limiting” is a big one within science.
How ironic...eh?
I get the feeling that there were no limits placed on the original design of our Universe. Hence…
1) You will never find what you are looking for using the methods and means you are using.
2) If you set your mind to actually finding what you are looking for, you will HAVE to go all the way.
Decimation (Latin: decimatio; decem = “ten”) was a form of military discipline used by senior commanders in the Roman Army to punish units or large groups guilty of capital offences, such as mutiny or desertion. The word decimation is derived from Latin meaning “removal of a tenth”. The procedure was a pragmatic attempt to balance the need to punish serious offences with the realities of managing a large group of offenders.
In two days, it will be the 10th anniversary of the UK ban on smoking in enclosed spaces and the Guardian wants us to share…
*They can fuck RIGHT off, Clicky… /lights up… They and the rest of the wanky MSM have been poxy cheerleaders for Tobacco Control and their crackpot, fear-mongering ideas…*
I’m not inclined to give the Guardian much of anything; I’d much rather share with you, Dear Reader…
‘Tell us a little more about your relationship with smoking’
‘Please tell us about your memories of the smoking ban in 2007’
It passed me by, I am ashamed to say. I didn’t really go to pubs, except for work, entertaining clients, so I didn’t twig at the time as to just how draconian it would turn out…
*Oh come on, Clicky! Who fucking watches adverts? …/puffs…*
‘What impact has the ban had on you in the years that have passed since?’
Let’s see… */thinks…* Thoughtful Man’s business suffered badly as our town’s nightlife dwindled, so… financially poorer. I fell out with my Boss over the ban and eventually had to leave my job… */sigh…* Yeah, definitely poorer. Butt… I discovered the Internet, oh, and I joined I.S.I.S… Which is somewhat ironic…
‘How do you feel about the ban now, in 2017?’
Apart from the unshakable feeling that though the War was won, the battle had just begun..? I can only imagine the Romans would dream of being as ruthlessly effective as the Tobacco Control Terrorists… Decimation? Try 1 in 5…
*That’s right, Clicky, he’s postponed setting off until he’s feeling better… *
…Luckily for us, he’s sent through another missive, although he does seem somewhat tetchy…
*What? No, of course I’m not happy about him leaving home to walk fuck knows where with a backpack full of tortillas. But what can I do?*
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This, whatever this is that is about to unfold, is gonna be a little different today.
Today, where and when I am, it is Tuesday June 27th of 2017.
How the fuck are ya?
^Greatest Vocal Trance Of All Time 1 of 3 God’s Compilation^
Let’s start at Merovee, CFrank Davis’ “normal” blog, RooBeeDoo’s LoL, via Twitter, and Leg Iron’s UBU blog.
Meh…let’s skip all those unimportant assholes…they aren’t paying my bills, nor do they help me in any way, shape, or form.
So … Merovee … … … a post entitled “Family” … a comment by a certain RooBeeDoo2 … a link to a tweet … a picture of two independent sets of some nice legs that are in distress (and in some nice dresses…ba da ching)…
a back in distress (in back…ba da ching)…
a warping clock that could be a metaphor for all kinds of time distortions.
(ba da ching = averted/omitted)
Corbyn preaching at Glastonbury said we should build bridges not walls. He failed to mention we now have to build w… twitter.com/i/web/status/8…— Annie O'Fence (@gimblemusk) June 24, 2017
Did I mention that these nice legs that are in distress are attached to people? Yeah. So is the back in back that is in distress that appears to be pushing a dolly/hand-truck. But I don’t want to assume the dude’s gender if he is actually a girl…so I’m avoiding thinking about whether or not those legs are nice or not. I bet those legs are pretty nice to them tho…so…yeah.
So…to see if that dude is actually pushing a dolly/hand-truck…I zoomed in on her, to see if I could figure out what kind of voter registration card he might be carrying in her wallet.
I mean hell, those two girls walking with their legs all twisted are WAY too fucking hot for me. Plus, they carry GIANT fucking handbags, so obviously…they are materialistic sluts who fuck for money/only dig rich dudes. They prolly only work at normal jobs for tax reasons. But I digress.
Yeah…that zoom function on MSPaint really didn’t help me out much. It went from looking like someone pushing a dolly, to someone who is grappling with a pixelated gateway to hell, that is full of fiery evil souls that are trying to escape into the earthly realms to wreak havoc and destruction on unsuspecting humans.
Good thing this poor fucker has intervened for us, eh?
Anyway…yeah…the zoom doesn’t tell me much…but there do appear to be some wheels … so … we’ll assume this dolly’s gender and intentions, and yeah…back problems just looking for a place to way to happen. I don’t know what that yellow thing that he/she/it is headed for, but those hell demons better hope that isn’t a mopping bucket full of water. Prolly wouldn’t be holy water, but…maybe that’s what the demons are needing…unholy water created from some poor fuck tasked with the unenviable task of mopping a goddamn bridge.
Now…I wonder what events could transpire, that could necessitate the need for a bridge, of all goddamn things, to be mopped. I can think of a reason. Several reasons. Weird what happens when train wrecks collide. But I digress.
Yeah…obstacles, obstacles, obstacles. Not that there aren’t some fucks sitting back and saying, “it’s win/win” while spinning opportunity and opportunities.
Like seeks like.
That's what just popped into my head.
Calm seeks calm.
Calamity seeks calamity.
Hmmmm....the name "John Walsh" just popped up.
For anyone not residing in the USA, or those too young to know…look up a show called “America’s Most Wanted” and “Adam’s Law” while searching for “John Walsh” for some background.
Anyway…yeah…these girls and their legs. Both right knees, right shins, right feet, right thighs, left hips, left feet, left mid-back… appear to be in some distress. I dunno why they aren’t walking right in the middle of that avenue so that they can avoid having to avoid those obstacles…but these ARE women we are talking about…and we all know…that women…are dumb.
I mean, that one is on a fucking cellphone for chrissakes.
Who walks on a fucking bridge while talking on a cellphone? What if she were to walk over the edge of that bridge and fall into the water because she wasn’t paying attention?!?!?!? Stupid bitch got what she deserved. Now she is gonna die from some skanky disease because of exposure to that nasty-assed water that she could have avoided if she had taken an Uber-Powered auto-driving cab. If only she had an iPhone instead of Android. Stupid bitch is prolly on a fucking outdated Blackberry.
GOD DAMN WOMEN ARE STUPID!!!!
UPGRADE STUPID FEMALE!!!
Q: Why aren’t they stupid enough to date me?
A: COME ON EVOLUTION/DE-EVOLUTION!!! Work thy magic for me!!!!
😉
Yeah…the woman in front has some cool shoes. But so does the woman to the right. But I cringe when thinking about those heels on that bridge. Especially when she has to move over and over again to avoid shit. But what is really on my mind at this point…is…
Q: How in the FUCK does someone obtain a permit to set up shop on a fucking bridge to sell shit?
A: ...
Not that I am opposed to someone plying their wares on a public walkway of any kind…but…they appear to have a monopoly going on there. Must be some sort of protection racket or union that ensures that little man is looked after in protecting their right to a monopoly. Hey! They thought of the idea first. You snooze…you loose.
Anyway…yeah…prolly all kinds of protection and protections happening on that bridge.
WHAT IN THE FUCK DO THOSE ASSHOLES ON BICYCLES THINK THEY ARE DOING IN THE GODDAMN BUS LANE???!!!???!!!???
Don’t those stupid fucks realize that “getting hit by a bus” is the number one reason for untimely death in the protection racket rings and schools of thought?!?!?!?
GOD DAMN PEOPLE ARE STUPID!!!!
/initiate evolutionary change check to see if ....ah fuck it...lost cause...
I wonder who makes those walls? Like…manufactures them? I wonder if they are in any unions and/or trade groups, professional associations, etc.?
Q: WHY NOT TAKE THE DAMN THING APART AND PUT IT BACK TOGETHER YOU FUCKING STUPID FUCKS?!?!?!?
A: ...
Sorry, but if it’s that important to you, and the damn thing is gonna come down anyway, why not treat it with some of that TLC that you are espousing it needs? I care what happens to it. I’d like to see it some day. I could stand on that bridge and talk to chicks, maybe pick up a few postcards and a T-Shirt or something.
Q: Does the bus stop on the bridge if a passenger needs to board a bus there?
Q: What if they’ve tried to make it to the next bus stop, but physically cannot make it?
Q: I thought you were big on making exceptions?
Wait…maybe I’m confused. We are hanging on to the past, from the present, while building better…right?
Q: Where?
A: ...
Q: How many gallons of paint were used on painting the street lines and signs and whatever on that street?
A: ...
I wonder how much that paint weighs.
Q: How often is painting/repainting required?
A: ...
Q: Do the design(s) and location(s) ever change with respect to what is painted where?
A: ...
Q: What about the chemical makeup of the paint? Does that ever change?
A: ...
Q: What about the old paint that flakes off…where does it go?
A: ...
Q: Is there an accurate audit-trail as to what paints were used where, when, the amounts, the types, chemical makeup and formulations, etc. etc.?
A: ...
Q: Is that information freely and readily available and free to the public which it serves?
A: ...
Yep. Your government. It is what it is. It’s yours afterall.
So much for these “not my <insert name and/or position and/or title here>” types of placards and signs, eh?
Signs...signs...neverywhere...signs.
There is NO…FUCKING…WAY…that real-estate prices in that area are as such that a fucking souvenir shop can pull in the kind of money required to afford land in that area. Oh wait…it’s technically hovering, and not actually on land…like…terra-firma kind of land. Wait…isn’t there all kinds of legal wranglings with respect to bridges and waterways and shit like that?
Welp…who cares. This fucking asshole is flying in restricted airspace without clearance and prolly is not a properly licensed and certified pilot. Hell…the fucker doesn’t even have a goddamn airplane. Prolly breaking some physical laws. LET’S BUST THIS ASSHOLE FOR BREAKING THE LAWS OF PHYSICS!!! GET HIM AND/OR HER, THEM…OR…WHATEVER!!!
<Malcolm Mclaren Presents Double Dutch.wmv>
Speaking of breaking some physical laws…it would appear that those with super-powers have finally infiltrated professional sports. I mean…that guy punches so fucking fast…you can’t even see it. There ought to be some kind of law. And if there is already some law…the evidence is overwhelming.
BAN HIM!!! (or her) …whatever…just…DO SOMETHING!!! REVENUES MIGHT SUFFER!!!
Or go up...hmmmmmmm....let's talk this over...
<Hey You – The Rock Steady Crew>
So…since we are dealing with permanent and permanence…let’s make a course adjustment in the correct direction…
So…you want your shit to fucking always and forever…stay the same…right?
I'd suggest ice.
Yeah…find a big fucking block of ice, and jump the fuck into it.
I ain’t gonna volunteer to watch your dumb ass to make sure nothing changes, but I may drop in occasionally to check on ya. Maybe see if you’ve changed your mind. But no chance of that, eh? You wanted static and unchanging…and you got it…so…yeah…no changes to be had.
Let’s imagine that you have a kid.
You encourage this kid to become a doctor.
You, are less financially viable than you would like, and want better for you kid, hence…you encourage along the medical path.
Nothing wrong with that ❤
However…your kid is going to inherit a fucking nightmare.
20 years from now, this kid of yours is going to be forced into a corner, where they are required to provide answers for something that they had absolutely nothing to do with.
They had no idea that this kind of shit was going on 20 years ago.
“Fuckin’ A mom…I was only 10 years old at the time…I was playing Minecraft with friends and reading comic books about aliens from outer-space.”
I wasn’t researching hidden research that was protected by proprietary and/or corporate law(s).
No one else knew what they were doing.
Hell…even they weren’t sure what in the fuck they were doing.
They had no idea as to the long-term effects of these experimental technologies.
Q: You sure your child is up to the challenge?
A: ...
Q: Are you?
A: ...
I’m betting that you are.
I’m with ya.
I’m cheering you on.
Not so sure about some of the tinkering that is going to require your child to walk that path, which is going to require you to walk it with them…but that remains to be seen, eh?
I have faith…that if your child and you indeed have to walk that path…that there is a reason and reasons…reason and reasons that you have been chosen to walk it…that there is hope.
Yeah…I kinda went off at CFrank Davis’ blog the other day. And I realize that much of what Frank says is kinda tongue-in-cheek stuff that is sometimes written with the intent of getting a reaction. I see nothing wrong with that, but yeah…all kinds of shit wrong with that. Primarily, the thought of using the same modes and methods to oppose something that is using modes and methods that is generating opposition.
I understand that kind of thinking tho. I’m not fond of thinking that way, but then again I’m a lazy fuck who doesn’t like thinking at all. Too much work. Too much hassle. Let the Pros and prose handle this. Wait…prose is me. I’m all plain and stupid…uneducated and uncertified. What was I talking about?
Oh yeah....raising an army to fight an army.
Pro-Tip: I’d watch the groin and shins if I were you. Nothing like an expected leggy to defeat a well armed army.
Yeah…Frank imbeds some interesting thoughts in his writings when he isn’t being a frothed mouth lunatic about anti-smoking. Lots off cool stuff to ponder and think about. Even if it’s just for fun. But then again…why isn’t figuring shit out fun? I think it’s fun. Not an opinion shared by very many…but…yeah or whatever.
<Haysi Fantayzee – John Wayne is big Leggy 1982>
That’s all I have for now.
Hope all of that bullshit makes sense, and that you are in no way as confused as I am.
I mean…yeah…sometimes I may “lead-on” that I am a shade more confused than I actually am…but I have my reasons for that.
I am not looking for answers for me.
I am looking for that which I can pass on.
Anything for me, and me alone, outside of the joy of the ride itself, does me no good.
Sometimes, there’s lots of data to ponder in such cases…sometimes, not so much.
I gots no answers.
Q: Is my “looking” not good enough?
A: I dunno either /me shrugs
I do work for you afterall.
/shrug
It’s much more difficult to parse a person and their life than some might think.
I’m thankful for the opportunity to help when and where I can.
∞/shrug\∞
So finally…to Leg Iron’s Underdog Bites Upwards blog. I’ve had the pleasure of the opportunity to speak with someone directly this week via Twitter, and I gotta give a shout-out to her writing.
I had no idea that other people ever wrote articles at UBU, but I’ve no idea why I would know…so…yeah. She pointed me in the direction of some of her writing, and it’s pretty damn good. I liked it anyway. “Very observant and relatable” is how I would describe it. A state of being that is shared. Almost that “voice speaking to the wind as if no one is listening” type of writing, that I personally enjoy. A story to be told. Doesn’t matter if that story “should be told” or “needs to be told”…it’s beyond that kind of nonsense…it is being told…and that’s all that matters.
Lot’s of people I’ve stumbled across in my travels who are like this.
It’s a pleasure and joy to have been afforded the opportunity/opportunities.
Just remember, I’m gonna piss you off at some point, and we’ll prolly get along just fine.
Or something.
Anyway…we appear to have a common interest in travel, music, writing, nail polish, and some Scottish dude.
^Brothers Moving “Minnie The Moocher”^
Cade: OH SHIT! I FORGOT ABOUT YOU!!!
X: Never heard that before.
Cade: Anything in particular?
X: We’ll get to me later.
Cade: Sounds ominous.
X: We’ll see.
Cade: lolz…k.
X: …
^The Raveonettes “Love in a Trashcan” Music Video^
I’d been thinking about writing again on The Fourth Turning when Thoughtful Man sent me a video yesterday morning via Arse-about-Face Book. It showed one Millennial dissecting the views of another…
The Millennial Generation (Hero, born 1982–2004) first arrived amid “Babies on Board” signs, when abortion and divorce rates ebbed, the popular culture recast babies as special, and hands-off parental styles were replaced by Lamaze and attachment-parenting obsessiveness. Child abuse and child safety became hot topics, while books teaching virtues, values, and team-playing citizenship became best-sellers.
Perhaps that explains…
signal (n.) late 14c., “visible sign, indication,” from Old French signal, seignal“seal, imprint, sign, mark,” from Medieval Latin signale“a signal,” from Late Latin signalis (adj.) “used as a signal, pertaining to a sign,” from Latin signum“identifying mark, sign” (see sign (n.)). Restricted sense “agreed-upon sign” (to commence or desist, etc.) is from 1590s. Meaning “modulation of an electric current” is from 1855.
When I think of the previous Hero generation (born 1901 – 1924) that came of age during the last Fourth/Winter/Crisis Turning (1929 – 1945)…
*Hmm… anything on ‘values from 80 years ago, Clicky?*
*Interesting. How about child safety?*
*Ha!*
As Millennials began reaching their teens in the late 1990s, youth volunteering and community service surged—while teen rates of drinking, smoking, and violent crime declined steeply.
Appeasement didn’t work before, it’s doubtful it will work any better this time and I have to wonder what effect the hyperbolic Health education campaigns started the 1980s to protect ‘the children’ by ‘denormalising‘ smoking has had to the Heroes of today and their ability to accurately assess risk…
Enough of cowards for tonight, Dear Reader. Have a Song…
Hi!
HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY YOU FUCKING 
"Thanks for the fish."
A1: ?!?!?
A2: ?
A3:
There's a sucker born every minute...right?
All...or nothing.
A: ¿?¿
Library of Libraries 