Who thinks the police should stop bringing horses to demonstrations, especially if they turn violent?
Just want to know.
— Jeremy Vine (@theJeremyVine) June 6, 2020
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…
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?!?!?
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!!!
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.
^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^
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.
Who…in the fuck…is PRB?
“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”^
Lots of tics and tocs and dahs and dits and beeps and boops to be seen at these levels.
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^
<Earth Wind & Fire – Let’s Groove>
*/daydreaming… Hmm… I hope so too, Clicky…*
*Alright! I’m dooing it… /rolls eyes…*
lollygag (v.)“dawdle, dally,” 1862, lallygag, American English, perhaps from dialectal lolly “tongue” + gag “deceive, trick.” Related: Lollygagged; lollygagging.
I’ve been dawdling and dallying online this evening, Dear Reader. First up, there’s been a ‘gaggle‘…
Just a few hours after Trump warned during his CPAC speech that “we’re gonna do something about the media”, he did just that after the White House barred a number of news outlets from covering Sean Spicer’s Q&A session on Friday afternoon. Spicer decided to hold an off-camera “gaggle” with reporters inside his West Wing office instead of the traditional on-camera briefing in the James S. Brady Press Briefing Room according to press reports.
Among the outlets not permitted to cover the gaggle were various news organizations that Trump has singled out in the past including CNN, The NYT, The Hill, Politico, BuzzFeed, the Daily Mail, BBC, the Los Angeles Times and the New York Daily News.
The rejected BIG MEDIA are everso miffed…
*I wonder, izzit ‘cos he’s ginge? …/thinks…*
…Citing 1st and 14th Amendment violations…
*He didn’t look like that when he played for Fulham, Clicky…/:P…*
Meanwhile, Rose brought news to the Blue Universe of a witchy plot to unseat Trump…
…Finally, on my Twitter feed a story of…
*Knot quite, Clicky…*
The difference between Viel’s procedure and traditional penis-pumps is the efficient increase in girth (circumference), which the doctor believes is more important than length during intercourse.
…Much mirth at the girth…
*Ha! Bigger underpants needed methink…*
Dear Reader, have a Song ;P
Oh fuck! The quintessential game of the Snowflake generation is back…
*No, Clicky, they’re whiners, not winos… /shakes head… let me tell the story*
Almighty whoops and Poppy’s incessant barking drew me from kitchen sink daydreams to the Library. Thoughtful Man lay slumped in his chair, head bowed, gasping for breath.
“OH MY GOD! Are you okay?!” I cried, rushing toward him. He’d been serious ill earlier this year; I hoped it wasn’t a relapse. I placed my arm about his shoulders – they were shaking. Poppy stood on her tiny back legs and urgently pawed at his knees.
“Ah…” Thoughtful man lifted his head. His face was contorted and his eyes runneth over. “Ah… HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
Relieved that he was only laughing and not suffocating, I waited for him to calm down before inquiring after the source of his mirth. “What’s so funny?”
“Pokémon.” He dabbed at his eyelashes, pregnant with glistening tears, with the bottom of my tee-shirt. I was just grateful he didn’t need to blow his nose. “It’s this new game every bugger’s playing, Pokémon Go…”
I was aware of the recent phenomenon. “Yeah, a bunch of idiots running around trying to catch digital monsters on their mobile phones. Sounds like a lot of accidents waiting to happen.”
“Yes, well read this.” He moved aside so that I could read his computer screen.
Pokémon Go, the augmented reality game released nearly a week ago, has led people to all sorts of places to catch Pokémon and to battle other players. One of those places happened to be the Holocaust Museum in Washington, D.C.
“A Holocaust museum? That’s very bad taste,” I started to opine until Thoughtful Man encouraged me to read on.
According to The Washington Post, the museum appears to be a popular spot for players who flock there to play Pokémon Go. Recently, an image was uploaded showing the Pokémon Koffing that was allegedly found in the Helena Rubinstein Auditorium of the museum.
“A pokémon called Koffing? Koffing? At a Holocaust museum? Oh, that’s terrible…” I looked at Thoughtful Man with a look of utmost shock, betrayed only by the twitching of my lips.
He cleared his throat. “Yes. Guess what Koffing’s special ability is?”
“Nooooo…” I whispered incredulously and snapped back round to the screen.
The auditorium plays the testimonials of Jews who survived the gas chambers during the Holocaust. It’s pretty obvious as to how a Koffing, known for its poisonous gas attacks, can be offensive.
*Oh shush, Clicky. Have a Song*
A Christmas Message from MRS REGN
I’d like to start by addressing this missive to Hugo. Merry Christmas. This message was brought to you after listening to Medium is the Massage… again *rolls eyes*
If anybody wants to understand synchronicity, they could spend 42 minutes (including ad that will probably be skipped over) out of this year’s Christmas celebrations to listen the audio extra that accompanies Marshall McLuhan & Quentin Fiore’s 1967 book…
Hugo, like me, you are not employed by anybody presently. Like me, you’re not sure what you want to do now you’re no longer in paid employment. You jumped first; I followed not long after.
Perhaps we’re like frogs that realised the water in the pan was starting to get a wee bit too hot 😉
I’ve really enjoyed our film discussions on MEROVEE over the last couple of years. The first one I remember you posting about was ‘The Terminal’. I replied to you directly about it, but I made a shambles of it, hear.
Then we briefly compared two Tom Cruise movies: ‘Eyes Wide Shut’ and ‘Vanilla Sky’. Again, a I made a shambolic reply.
This led to the big breakthrough for us with ‘Memento’ and ‘The Matrix’: what if Mr Anderson had taken the Blue Pill from Morpheus and woken up the next morning in his bed (just like Morpheus said), not at NEO but as LEO, who can’t remember anything and can only function by writing things down…
A digression – The Boys have returned from watching ‘Star Wars: The Force Awakens’ at the cinema with their school chums. They were dropped back on the doorstep by Thoughtful Man (who’s work; it’s Friday night), bearing branded offerings and a major spoiler…
So I should get on with it and tell you about my time in Xmas 1984. One of the times I really enjoyed working.
I was placed in the Radio & TV Dept at John Lewis, Oxford Street in August of that year. As a YTS ‘O’ Level trainee, I’d spent the Christmas before, on the ground floor, in the Needlework & Knitting Wools dept before spending the next six months in the women’s fashion department, called ‘Trend’. I was 17. I hate working in fashion and was so looking forward to moving on to somewhere else.
I was one of only a couple of women working in this prestigious department on the 3rd floor. Otherwise, IT WAS STAFFED ENTIRELY BY MEN!! Sharp-suited men – both young and older gents. AND MOST OF THE CUSTOMERS WERE MEN, TOO!!
I was in my element. I learnt to sell TVs, radios, Walkmans, stereos, wogboxes (Apols! Ghetto Blasters) and video recorders (VHS mainly, Betamax was already on the way out). There was even the introduction of a teeny-tiny, portable TV. I sold one to Jess Conrad.
Additional things I learnt in my time there were a) how to safely wire up an electrical plug, b) how to string a box and c) how to flirt with the opposite sex. I went to an all girls school before – I really hadn’t had much practice 😉
As a newb I wasn’t allowed to sell the high end hi-fi equipment (like Bang & Olly-Bolly) – those were sold by Experts and where shut away in glass-fronted, sound-proofed rooms. However, there was also one other section within the department for a new up-and-coming product… Computers.
So I spent Xmas 1984 in Radio & TV Dept. ‘Computers’, at that time, wasn’t formally named; it was invisible, and I wasn’t allowed to try to sell them either. Goo goo g’joob, too – to me those stupid little boxes and bulky screens looked pants 😉
Another one. Digression that is. This time Maccy :D. This is usually a late night Friday/early morning Saturday treat, some folks nose about. Tonight it is a tad earlier.
I’ll be back on the morrow, without any sorrow, with a music post inspired by Thoughtful Man. Can anyone suggest any sort of music he’s never heard before?
Come on Joe Public. I nose ur out there… Give us a Song 😉
I’m off to watch 5 episodes of The Big Bang Theory and rolls some fags.
CYL *blows kiss*
*What’s that you’ve got there, Click?*
*Click, the conversations we’re having on Merovee at the moment about the media and the State of the Whirled are quite… liberating…*
*Deep dreaming and deep thought, my friend… Hey Clicky, mice! …/slaps forehead*
Mice are merely the protrusion into our dimension of hyper-intelligent pan-dimensional beings who, unbeknownst to the human race, are the most intelligent species on the planet Earth. They spent a lot of their time in laboratories running complex experiments on humans. They paid Magrathea for the planet and will now collaborate to create a new one due to the interruption of Vogons,
At the outset, they were so fed up with the constant bickering about the meaning of life which used to interrupt their favorite game, Brockian Ultra Cricket, that they decided to sit down and solve their problems once and for all.
They were the creators of Deep Thought, a stupendous super computer the size of a small city, to tell them the Answer to Life, The Universe and Everything. When seven and a half million years later it was realized they didn’t know the question to the answer they’d been given, a second computer, of such infinite and subtle complexity that life itself would form part of its operational matrix, was created to work out the Ultimate Question. That computer was known as theEarth.
Some notable mice in the series are Frankie and Benjy
*Excellent! Clicky the dolphin mouse… I must go tell Hugo, perhaps it will give him some forty-two’d… /titters*
*Oh pooh to you! You’re just jealous somebody came up with that pun before you. Look, Dumey may pop over later. If I’m still out…*
*Oh my, you found a dolphin mouse, how sweet. Yes, show it to Dumey, it’ll very likely bring him out in hives… Don’t wait up!*
*It’s 1834h Clicky, two quick shots in. How many will it take..? Not too many I hope, don’t want to make a complete fool of myself… /rolls eyes*…
OMG Hugo is back! This is huge. I hadn’t fully realised how much I missed him until I saw him standing there…
Hugo introduced me to Marshall McLuhan…
*50 Years, Clicky! That 2027, he reckoned we’d discover the real effect in 12 years time. I hope I live that long, that would make me 70…*
*1935h One shot and one rollie later… Tell me Clicky, do you have porpoise in your life? …/snigger*
*Very droll… Here’s comes the bugger; I’ve lost my train of thought. Let’s start another…*
Be back in a click. Have a song…
If you really must know…