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 😉
Oh well, it had to happen, Dear Reader… It appears this will be Cade’s last missive at the LoL for a while, as he will be shortly setting out on his walking adventure. We wish him well…
Clicky has supplied all the images, below…
*Er… he asked me first, okay? …/sniff… I told him, you’d do it…*
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OMG!!!
Roob hasn’t even posted the last whatever that I sent her, and she’s already inspired me to write another one.
🙂
😐
😦
I am not sure how I feel about this.
Meh…I’ll figure it out.
^Cocteau Twins – Pink Orange Red^
To Bypass Food Embargo, Qatar Will Pay $8 Million To Airlift 4,000 Cows
Yeah…that motherfucker right there.
That’s what I was greeted with on this fine Tuesday morning, that is a fine Tuesday afternoon for Roob.
No “hello”…no “good morning”…no “hey, I won the lottery and am sending you $10 of it”…no…she sent me that story. Seeing as how I had just woke up…wait…I wonder if I still had morning wood? Do I even have morning wood anymore?
(Mental Note to check tomorrow)
To be fair, I didn’t give her a proper/socially acceptable g’day type of greeting either…so I prolly deserved it /shrug
Roob is quite aware that I…
A) Don’t read the news, pretty much HATE reading the news,
B) HATE death stories/death announcements.
And yet…she prods my sour ass on.
Heh...hehe..."prods"...hehe..."sour"...lolz
BUT! She inspires me. As do others.
Hence…I express, now digress.
^CeCe Peniston – Finally^
What caught my eye…were the tags. No, you fucking social media nitwit…not those tags…the tags all fucking over the cows. There are tags on the tags, and marks on the tags’ tags which are themselves marked with more marks. This made me think of marks, and markings, which had the makings of all kinds of marks and marking and tattoos and piercings and fashion and shit like that. But let’s leave Jesus hanging where he is for now…k? Anyway…what really drew my eyes to this, was…
“According to Bloomberg’s calculations, it will take as many as 60 flights for Qatar Airways to deliver the 590-kilogram beasts that Moutaz Al Khayyat, chairman of Power International Holding, bought in Australia and the U.S.”
Yeah…scary shit, eh?
Welp…not for me. But that’s just me. Not that there haven’t been a lot of references here and there lately as to a single premise…control. Not marks, not marking, hell…not even marketing…but control. That means controlling via controls. So yeah…infrastructure.
Have you herd and herded heard as single goddamn thing I said?
Prolly cause I’m right in the big fucking middle…just like everyone else.
Yep...there's power in thought.
Yep…you’ve nailed that premise.
And nailed it…
and nailed it…
and nailed it.
<yawn>
^A Guy Called Gerald – Voodoo Ray^
This comment of…
“Cade…I’ve read some of your writing, and I notice that you speak in a lot of generalities”
…that was made to me over at the Bolton’s Smokers Club sometime recently has kept my head spinning for a while.
Really? A guy on the fence speaks in generalities? What the fuck is wrong with speaking in generalities irrespective of the relative location of my ass?
Well played.
Yeah…I tend to think about things for longer than most care to entertain. Must be my inability to commit. We are transients as much as we are anything else. If there ain’t nothing there for you, we move on. If there ain’t nothing there for you, yet there is a beckoning to stay that you cannot yet understand, we choose.
Sounds like sage advice to me...but that's just me.
I don’t like to discount possibility.
I see the influence.
I see all kinds of stuff that I don’t actively talk about.
Figuring it out, what it means to me, and where I choose to go from there is a different animal entirely…innit?
Someone to talk about shit with helps too.
Just sayin.
^Delerium feat. Sarah McLachlan – Silence (Tiesto’s In Search of Sunrise Remix) [HD]^
I’m not saying that I know any of this shit…because I don’t. Just saying that I know that I don’t know. Working on it tho. That I OK with you?
^BENNY BENASSI ‘CINEMA’ (SKRILLEX REMIX)^
Also from that ZeroHedge story…
“Call it the biggest bovine airlift in history, as Bloomberg puts it.”
O RLY?!?!?! Been a lot of bovine airlifts in history? Are we getting that specific now? Because I can tell you, that “bovine airlifts” have been going on for some time.
We'll get to walls in a minute.
But how about “equine airlifts?” How long have those been going on? I used to see pallets of horse meat being loaded on to Air France bound for french palates since they are big on horse meat.
Hmmm…I wonder how and when The French acquired such a taste? Prolly the same way residents of Leningrad acquired a taste for shoe and belt leather. Do we need to discern whether the bovine or equine or whatever are alive or dead? Meh…digression time.
So yeah...walls.
China… Berlin… Troy… USA/Mexico… Persian Gulf… The Red Sea… Gulf of Tonkin… Bay of Pigs… Antarctica? Or Finnish Lapland? OH!!! Arctic Waterways and crystals!!!
So yeah...CIA.
Mystery = SOLVED! Next!
^Duran Duran – Notorious^
They’re slowly cutting me off at the knees…right near the hip…just below the throat.
More and more stuff doesn’t work on the web. And for a guy who doesn’t visit very many websites on a daily basis…well…whatever. Who cares right? Upgrade or die. But Twitter now looks like one giant advertising page for some new company called “Media Cannot Be Played.” Their adds are everywhere on my Twitter feed.
Meh…it was just a matter of time anyway.
It’s cloudy this morning.
^Biggie Smalls – Notorious remix^
Yeah…I wrote all the shit above in a blaze of fury yesterday morning. Not sure how much actual blazing and fury there was… I just type kinda fast even tho I still only use three fingers and a thumb to do so. But I’m not banging one of these things out every day in a coupla hours anymore. My mind is elsewhere. Not saying my heart is not in it, nor am I saying my mind is not on it … just pondering some other shit as well.
Tortillas come to mind.
But anyway, no amount of preparing will prepare you for something you aren’t prepared for. Just gotta roll with it and make it up as you go. If there is an essence to the concept of synchronicity, I would imagine that would be it.
After reading the top 1/2 or so of the article…what I immediately thought about was…
Q: What are all these completely healthy but completely restricted people gonna do with all of this time they now have?
A: ???
“Graphic Warnings”…pictures…of people…who are not me…in various states of duress and or dismemberment…magically appearing…for reasons unknown…on the packaging of “insert product here.” Doesn’t sound like care to me. Certainly doesn’t sound caring. Maybe that’s what happens when “damn the cost” becomes your battle-cry. Meh…sounds like their will be plenty of free-time for crying when the battle is over.
“Healthy” people…with nothing better to do…than sit around and cry.
Sounds...Babylonian.
^Reflekt – Need To Feel Loved (Adam K & Soha Vocal Mix) FULL HD^
(Just play along here...k?)
Q: What time did you get out of bed this morning?
A: 07:00 AM
Q: 07:00 AM? Why not 06:30 AM?
A: Because I don’t have to be at work until 09:00 AM.
Q: What if there is traffic?
A: I don’t own a car.
Q: What if you need one?
A: I don’t.
Q: What if the trains or buses weren’t running or were running late?
A: Wouldn’t affect me.
Q: How could it not? If you’re late, you’ll get bad employee reviews and eventually fired. Now you’re going to have to find a new job, which will be difficult because you got fired from your last job for not being more proactive and forward-thinking.
A: I live directly across the street from where I work. I moved to where I work to cut down on expenses.
Q: SEE! Now you need a car because your new job, assuming you can find one, is going to be far away from where you live. Now you gotta either get a car, or move. Assuming you can afford to do either now that you are unemployed. Or rely on unreliable public transportation, which is just as expensive as owning a car over the long run, if you would simply sit down and do the math on it.
A: You seem to have more free time to think about these things than I. Can I get back to work now?
Q: Sorry. Just needing to find a new place to live. Me and my roommate don’t get along. They say I talk to much and worry too much. Do you need a roommate or know anyone who does?
A: …
^Medina – You and I (deadmau5 Remix) HQ^
So…which is worse? Talking about things, or not talking about things? Because which ever one you choose to label as worse, either is going to be then labeled as bad, which is where they were in the first place. So what was accomplished in taking this trip from bad to worse and back to bad? Learning?
Q: Where’s the good in that?
A: ?¿?
The “better one” was the worse one. Or is it, the least bad one is the better one?
A better kind of bad.
Mmmmmmm….a better kind of bad…right up my alley.
Heh...heh...heH!!!
^DEPECHE MODE A QUESTION OF LUST Live 1986 Lyrics^
Pretty damn interesting documentary I stumbled across/got to see yesterday.
^Chasing Bubbles – the movie^
X: I’ve done that a time or two.
Cade: Chased bubbles? I bet it looked weird to anyone watching.
X: So I’ve heard.
Cade: I can see that.
X: Which part?
Cade: Does it make me an asshole if I say both?
X: How could you possibly know what my purpose is?
Cade: Isn’t it obvious?
X: Focus on the obvious…the questions wll come later.
Cade: The questions are already there.
X: That’s what I meant 😉
Cade: Oh…the actual official “Q&A Session” itself.
X: Assuming we get there.
Cade: lolz…we?
X: …
Cade: I would imaging that would be quite a delicate maneuver.
X: You said that you could rub two bubbles together and generate a lightning strike.
Cade: Is that the first one?
X: You mean…am I acquiring the first bubble for this demonstration?
Cade: I’m trying not to read into that.
X: Why not?
Cade: I don’t like defining something that is as of yet, undefined, just because I think I can define it.
X: That’s quite a definition of non-defining.
Cade: Is it? I thought that’s what conversation and experiencing was about?
X: …
Cade: That wasn’t a question.
X: Whatever you need to tell yourself.
Cade: I got nothin.
X: And a whole lot of it by my calculations.
Cade: Meh…I’ll do the best I can with it.
X: Is that all you can do?
Cade: What else is there?
X: You sure are anticipating the hammer today. Why is that?
Cade: I guess the closer I get to center, the fuzzier things get.
X: You see any purpose in that?
Cade: Much in the same way I would see a traffic light changing from green to red so fast, that all I see is yellow.
X: Does that scare you.
Cade: I like yellow /shrug
X: That’s not what I asked.
Cade: I can only go on, until I can’t.
X: Then what?
Cade: I’ll keep going.
X: Almost there.
Cade: You aren’t actually trying to catch that bubble…are you?
X: We’ll see.
Cade: Trying to do something, and not do something, both at the same time.
X: Times change.
Cade: I’m as comfortable as I can be with that thought.
X: Are you sure?
Cade: Not yet.
X: 😉
Cade: 🙂
^Fluke – Kitten Moon [HQ]^
I’m gonna take a break for a while.
I'm not saying goodbye here.
Just letting you know that I’ll be saying hello somewhere else.
^Deadmau5 – The Oshawa Connection (1080p) || HD^
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*Let me guess… /taps teeth… Hanky Yanky?*
*/:O… Yikes! Sounds painful. Are you able to give us a parting Song, Clicky? …/rubs snout…*
I, myself, have been having a quiet but busy time of it: proofing Hugo Stone’s new tale and putting the finishing touches to an ‘interview‘ we had just before Christmas…
*Oh, I see what you’re doing Clicky… /taps nose… *
… And hosting ramblings from Cade, The Okie Devil. You’ll find his latest below, but he’s also reposting some of his older Sync Miss For Him warblings, hear. They are intense but I do hope you’re enjoying his missives, Dear Reader…
*But of course, Clicky… /chortles… It means eye get to be Dear Reader… /wink…*
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What are you doing?
Really?
What are you wearing?
I’ve been WAY too fucking serious recently. So I thought that I would start this whathaveyou off with a dirty joke…
The white horse fell in the mud.
Ya see…it’s like this.
When I see a picture like the above? Yeah…cool shit. Wicked looking, and someone prolly spent a shitload of time creating the graphics that went into that gif. But then, I start to see stuff. I start to wonder…”Outside of art and the art itself, what does that image represent?”
Then I got to thinking about sand and silicone, and starting thinking about…”That almost looks like a mathematical/graphical/materials science representation of how a certain element and/or molecules of a certain compound break down over time.” I don’t know “the” or any specifics for that matter. It’s just what came to mind when looking at it. It looks like a crystalline structure of some kind breaking down to a certain point, to where it represents a less fractal type of structure, and more geometric type of shape. And I would assume, that the point at which the animation ends is when the more geometric type of shape reverses and starts to assume a more fractal shape again with same type of conditions and time that caused it to arrive where it did, and the process starts over again at some point. It just reminded me of some engineering that was done some time in the past where there was a point to where some of the structures that engineers were designing? Well, we’ll just say that nature was/is having major problems dealing with those materials, structures and/or shapes. Especially over time and times.
Maybe there is a reason and or reasons that “nature does not draw in straight lines.”
Maybe we just don’t understand the straight lines that nature draws in.
I can see some of them. They are rarely straight…and yet very straight.
Yesterday I went to a Christmas party. I had a few beers, followed by a few cocktails, followed by a few shots. I still had the sense to know that I was over the limit. That’s when I decided to do what I have never done before: I took a cab home. Sure enough, there was a police roadblock on the way home, and since it was a cab, they waved it past. I arrived home safely without incident. This was both a great relief and a surprise because I had never driven a cab before. I don’t even know where I got it and now that it is in my garage, I don’t know what to do with it.
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I found that joke on another forum, and copied it verbatim. Except for the formatting.
It bet cab drivers have heard many jokes. Prolly seen a few too. Maybe even inspires them to write a few of their own. I bet someone could write a book about it. I know that I wasn’t fond of the “Taxi Cab Confessions” series on HBO. Seemed like there was too much leading. But that “Cash Cab” show they had on TLC or Discovery Channel or whatever it was? Fucking AWESOME show.
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My balls itch.
What is this shit all about.
My balls still itch. X: Perhaps you should scratch them. Cade: Mind your own fucking business. X: … Cade: THX!!!
Cade: They are my balls after all. X: But they didn’t even itch. T: Yeah. You were just trying to make some silly point. Cade: Was I successful? 0: Be careful with that kind of “cleverness”…k? Cade: Where this is going? I see it. X: O RLY? Cade: Maybe. 0: Why speak as if you know something, if you in fact…don’t. Cade: I dunno. How else am I supposed to learn? X: Blend. Z: Yeah…blend. B: It works for some people. Cade: Lemme guess…”and not so much for others?” B: Some do tend to “stand out.” Cade: Welp, as long as I can stand, I figure…good for me. X: And… 0: Yeah…you left some stuff out there. T: … Cade: I tried to avoid the incoming penis joke. X: … 0: … T: What are you looking up here for? The joke is in your hand. Cade: A very common phrase of wisdom, written on many a bathroom wall. X: Why do you think that is? Cade: Public bathrooms? You do that kind of shit at home, and someone is gonna get an ass kicking. X: Shit in public. Is that what you are saying? Cade: Sure. Whatevz. X: …rawr…. Cade: Thanks for the smiles. X: Whatevz. A: Yeah…whatevz.
Yeah…when you hear things that others cannot hear? Yeah…it tends to scare people more than anything else. But when you see something that others cannot see? And then you take the time to point out what you are seeing? And then, they see it too? Yeah…it freaks them out pretty bad, but there is a kind of “relief” there. Maybe even a sparkle in the eye. A kind of…”Oh, maybe he’s not so weird, and maybe it’s kinda OK to be weird sometimes.” But the worst, is…yeah…when someone starts to hear what you are hearing. I’ve spent time trying to describe what I am hearing, and when people start to hear it? They freak the fuck out. And not in a good way. They’ll plug their ears and start that “la la la” kind of crap. They become convinced that the only reason that they heard what they heard, is because I heard it first, then described what I was hearing until they heard it. The sense of smell may be the most poignant and jarring sense. But sound? By far the most frightening. I would assume, primarily among those who have their eyesight reasonably intact. I mean, why rely on the ears when you have the eyes? I dunno. I have weird/limited hearing and good eyes. I love hearing stuff. Especially during thunderstorms when you can see the lightning, smell the rain, hear and feel the thunder, and the electricity in the air just makes your hair stand up on end. And I have kind of a booming voice…when I choose to. I like sound.
I dunno. Since when do I need to always FUCKING KNOW what the fuck I am talking about? Does that make me fit in or some shit? Cause I can assure you…the one absolute without a fucking DOUBT way for me to NOT “fit-in”…is for me to try and fit-in. I’m either too smart, or too stupid…usually too stupid…but I digress. It’s that way for and with a lot of groups. They let certain people join, for no other reason, than to single them out. A living breathing walking talking fuckup for everyone else in their group to point and laugh at, and justify their whatever and whathaveyou. Cause we all know that when it’s just you and a bunch of nod-mouthed drones just like you? Ya gotta…break up the monotony occasionally. Remind yourself why you are doing…whatever it is that you think you are doing.
Sounds like sound logic.
Kudos to you.
Good job at being there for…whoever you are there for.
Sounds…unified.
Yeah, I was kinda thinking about the Masons and Illuminati and Templars and whatthefuckever types of groups that seem so goddamn popular all of a sudden. From what little I know about them, I have kinda equal parts of respect and contempt for them. Especially the Masons. You can’t have a hammer, if you have nothing to crush or drive with it. You cannot have a measure, if you have nothing to measure. You also cannot have any of it, without those to help you dream for whatever it is you are dreaming of, and those that you serve by doing…whatever it is you are doing. People wanna wear rings and chat and drink beer in some exclusive club…I have no problem with that. Sounds like the military, excluding the enlisted. Unless they have a high school class ring of course. But who wears those after high school. Assuming you could even afford one. Even if you did make it to graduation. It’s almost like a sifter into a sieve eh? Take the good ones, and send the rest down the shitter.
Oh…I’m sorry. Am I trampling on you sensibilities and beliefs?
Fuck you AND your sensibilities and beliefs.
If you think this isn’t difficult for me…you are mistaken.
If it looks like shit, and smells like shit, do I really need to taste it to know that it is shit?
A: Sometimes. My soon to be ex-wife is a pretty terrible cook. But she’s gotten better. Not that it benefits me really, but I’m still glad to see her cooking and enjoying it and getting better at it. The key? She’s not afraid of cooking anymore. She’s not afraid to fuck up, and deals with her fuckups better than she used to. And as a result, she’s gotten pretty good at it. (not fucking up/cooking well that is)
It’s amazing what a little bit of confidence will do for you.
It’s also amazing what good a bad situation can bring about.
Z: You finished? Cade: I dunno. What do you think? Z: Pretty long posting to dump off on that poor young lady, and expect her to edit/make sense of your nonsense. Cade: Um…just…whatever…and stuff. X: What were you gonna say there? Cade: I don’t fucking know! What the fuck do you say to something like that? Z: Nothin. Cade: OK…um…nothin. Z: Touché. Cade: I’ll skip the swordplay, and stick with wordplay. Z: Really? What’s the difference? Cade: One I can’t do, and neither can I. Z: WHAT?!?!? Cade: I dunno…just…learnin and bumbling my way through this shit. Z: Which is? Cade: Whatever it is. T: You were gonna say something there. Cade: How can I say what I don’t know how to say? T: Try? Cade: I’m trying. Z: You are at that. Cade: …but, yeah. X: Woah…leave me outta this. Cade: LoL…k. Will try and remeber that next time. X: You mean…”remember?” Cade: Nope. I had it right the first time. It’s an Internet thing. 0: You wouldn’t understand. Z: … X: … Cade: Yes. I’m angry.
But this is all I have. And it’s enough. I see a light at the end of the tunnel, and I don’t give a flying fuck if it’s a train or not. I didn’t ask for a light OR a train. But I’ll deal with either when and if whatever comes…comes. My mind doesn’t work like that. I don’t prepare for the impact of the relief, irrespective of the type of relief. I don’t see myself in a tunnel at all. Just maybe…a little in the dark in some respects. Nothing wrong with that.
Now all I need is… ….whatever I need. Capice?
So a video came up in my “Recommended For You” videos, that was about this US Navy ocean tank that they have somewhere. Some dude named “Artem Lobov” made a comment that suggested they put sharks into the tank “to enhance the real world experience”…which made me laugh, but it also got me back to thinking about “biomass.” The video is below if you want to watch it, and you can prolly find the comments I made in there under Artem Lobov’s original comment.
But changing gears a bit from the technical bullshit that I ranted about over there, and changing to a new gear about the technical shit I’m going to rant about here…the term “biomass” has always bothered me. That kind of “nagging” serial killer kinda of inhuman and impersonal objectifying kind of…(shudder)…that just nullifies life itself. As if you and only you and only your life is important, and all other life is there for you personal amusement and/or to do whatever in the fuck you want with it, simply because you choose to do so. The reason/reasons become irrelevant at that point, because everything else becomes irrelevant at that point, save for it’s relevancy at some point. Lotta points there. No wonder there is always so much finger pointing. I guess that movie “Invasion of the Body Snatchers” and the method in which “the aliens” used to identify those that were still human? Maybe it wasn’t so over the top after all. I just see many biomasses in that biomass. The power of one. The power of zero. Kinda has a…”extinction” kinda ring to it eh?
Q: How fucking horrible would it be, to actually SEE an extinction event?
A: ?¿?
Irrespective of size(s) and/or amount(s)…I think that would be pretty terrible.
/me shrugs
Peaks and valleys I guess.
/me shrugs again
I dunno, maybe it’s one of them security type things that they can actually manufacture Unicorns that shit rainbows and puke gold bullion, they just can’t tell anyone about those kinds of details until you have cleared the security screening. Which I guess would explain why other country’s military and governmental peeps are more likely to gain access to these facilities than an average citizen, because they have been through all kinds of security clearances and shit like that on THEIR end. As if to say, welp, their own country trusts them, we can prolly trust them too. Not that we trust their country or anything. Because their country is full of people who haven’t been through security screening(s)…so we can’t trust them. Buncha greedy money hungry scumbags that need to be wiped off of the face of the earth. If it wasn’t for untrustworthy people, we wouldn’t have all these problems…right?
Q: When does someone become untrustworthy?
A: When does someone become trustworthy?
Q: When does someone become trustworthy of determining who and what is or is not trustworthy?
A: What happens when these type of people are no longer trustworthy, and who makes THAT determination?
Must be predetermination or something like that.
“We do not believe any group of men adequate enough or wise enough to operate without scrutiny or without criticism. We know that the only way to avoid error is to detect it, that the only way to detect it is to be free to inquire. We know that in secrecy error undetected will flourish and subvert”. - J Robert Oppenheimer.
I AM the SynchroMiss planted on Earth, here to share my downloads, intel, and code-cracking, integrating the art of synchronicity as we transition to a higher state of consciousness and awareness.
To Bypass Food Embargo, 
(Just play along here...k?)
…but, yeah.
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