Thanksgiving. My favorite holiday.
Norman Rockwell captured the feast part but it's the pre-feast that I love so much. The collective food prep in the kitchen where everyone has a task, no matter what their culinary skills are. Whoever shows up gets to participate in some kind of kitchen work, like mashing the potatoes, carving the turkey, or making the baked corn, all while drinking copious amounts of wine. Even that special person in everyone's family, unable to boil water, gets to participate by stirring the gravy or guarding the turkey after it comes out of the oven.
It's not just making diner. It's creating a feast. A holiday this big requires an equally big centerpiece like a fresh, out of the oven turkey. Yeah, baby! Toss in some candied yams, sweet potato pie, baked corn, stuffing, mashed potatoes, corn, gravy, cranberry sauce, and some pumpkin pie and you got yourself way more than you expected plus a weeks worth of leftovers after the guests take home what they want.
About this turkey... For the last twenty hours it's been soaking in an onion brine with garlic, ginger, brown sugar, sea salt, pineapple, and three quarters of a bottle of dry vermouth. I'll bast it in beer and finish it off with a butter glaze. I suspect this bird will be my best creation, but I say that every year and 2018 is no exception.
Considering it's 19 degrees outside, keeping the oven going for five hours only doubles the pleasure.
From each according to his ability, to each according to his needs, Thanksgiving is truly a socialist holiday I can get behind.
Was that Karl or Zeppo Marks? Which one had the horn?
Thursday, November 22, 2018
Tuesday, November 20, 2018
a walmart quip
I was in Walmart the other day looking for produce when I ran into a guy driving one of those Walmart electric carts. He told me he was overjoyed that the democrats won the house.
Being in a hurry and not wanting to get in an argument, I said, It's about time the democrats won something, since they lost every single battle they were in for the last two and a half years.
Hearing this made the man beam with happiness. He said, "You're the first person I talked to who truly understands. Thank you, thank you so much."
As I left, I could hear him continue to ramble on about how great it was that the democrats finally had a victory and how happy he was about it.
I didn't have the heart to tell him that winning the house and losing the senate wasn't such a big deal.
Winning the house only means the democrats will make Nancy Pelosi speaker of the house and congress will continue doing nothing for another two years while the senate replaces RBG with a constitutional judge in the supreme court and the department of justice will arrest all her friends for treason.
As I walked away I couldn't help thinking... How could I, a Trump supporter, in the eyes of this democrat in a Walmart electric cart, be the only person who truly understands the joy this man has that his party won the house of representatives?
Just THINK about that for a moment.
Being in a hurry and not wanting to get in an argument, I said, It's about time the democrats won something, since they lost every single battle they were in for the last two and a half years.
Hearing this made the man beam with happiness. He said, "You're the first person I talked to who truly understands. Thank you, thank you so much."
As I left, I could hear him continue to ramble on about how great it was that the democrats finally had a victory and how happy he was about it.
I didn't have the heart to tell him that winning the house and losing the senate wasn't such a big deal.
Winning the house only means the democrats will make Nancy Pelosi speaker of the house and congress will continue doing nothing for another two years while the senate replaces RBG with a constitutional judge in the supreme court and the department of justice will arrest all her friends for treason.
As I walked away I couldn't help thinking... How could I, a Trump supporter, in the eyes of this democrat in a Walmart electric cart, be the only person who truly understands the joy this man has that his party won the house of representatives?
Just THINK about that for a moment.
Thursday, November 15, 2018
Monday, November 12, 2018
runaway train final scene
This is one of the best films I've ever seen. The isolation of the frozen landscape, combined with the determination of a man alone in his refusal to allow his spirit to be broken, is nothing short of awesome. Vivaldi's hauntingly beautiful music used to breathtaking effect conveys the inevitability of the end this man knows he will meet, but he will meet it as a free man.
Love how Manny and Rankin are face to face ("just you and me") and how it is juxtaposed with them face to face at the beginning when Rankin was free and Manny was the prisoner. At the end, it was the other way around. And I really love all the solemn faces of the prisoners that their hero is gone but Jonah smiles knowing his friend is free. One of my favorite films EVER.
Watch the whole movie here. http://fmovies.org/watch/xRlOm9Zd-runaway-train/openload.html
Friday, October 19, 2018
Thursday, October 18, 2018
rick & roll
Rick rolling is most certainly The Internet’s most famous and iconic
bait and switch prank of all time. It involves posting a web link
supposedly relevant to the topic at hand on an online forum, which
actually re-directs the viewer to Rick Astley’s 1987 hit single “Never
Gonna Give You Up.” The URL is often masked or
obfuscated as a randomly-generated shortlink to conceal its true source
from the experienced users. Whenever someone clicks the link and
unintentionally summons Rick Astley’s song, he or she is said to have
been rickrolled.
Like most Internet pranks, rickrolling begun on 4chan, where users would claim to have a link to something very interesting, like Emma Watson’s nude photos or leaked movies. However, clicking on the link would redirect you to the “Never gonna give you up” video.
The prank has gone so mainstream now that it has been used by Google, Oregon House of Representatives, hacker group anonymous, and The White house.
Unfortunately, Rick’s email was hacked by 9gag back in 2012, and his nude pictures were spread all around the Internet. You can view them HERE (nsfw).
Like most Internet pranks, rickrolling begun on 4chan, where users would claim to have a link to something very interesting, like Emma Watson’s nude photos or leaked movies. However, clicking on the link would redirect you to the “Never gonna give you up” video.
The prank has gone so mainstream now that it has been used by Google, Oregon House of Representatives, hacker group anonymous, and The White house.
Unfortunately, Rick’s email was hacked by 9gag back in 2012, and his nude pictures were spread all around the Internet. You can view them HERE (nsfw).
Friday, October 05, 2018
vegemite
The other week, Tammy came over with some Vegemite samples for us to try for the first time and video it for her Aussie friend. Cool. I never had the stuff but always wanted to try it.
I figured it was about as gross as peanut butter is to Germans and if an Aussie kid can handle it, so can I.
It wasn't quite what I expected. Very salty and tasted something like beef bullion with a flavor I couldn't quite place. I liked it and Tammy sent the video to her Aussie friend.
Today she gave me a tube of Vegemite from her friend because I liked the stuff so much. I guess not many folks outside OZ can appreciate that stuff.
Well, tonight I was sitting here sucking Vegemite from the tube and chasing it with rum when it hit me.
When you make rum, the stuff left in the boiler after the alcohol is distilled out is called dunder. It has a stink to it that makes you open the windows in winter and it's the reason you distill your rum twice because some of that stink carries over to the finished product.
It's spent yeast and that's exactly what Vegemite is made of. That and some other stuff.
I just found out that Vegemite is also very keto. Lots of vitamins and salts our human bodies need, and the taste of sucking on a salty bouillon cube is out of this world.
It also goes great with rum.
Bone appetite.
I figured it was about as gross as peanut butter is to Germans and if an Aussie kid can handle it, so can I.
It wasn't quite what I expected. Very salty and tasted something like beef bullion with a flavor I couldn't quite place. I liked it and Tammy sent the video to her Aussie friend.
Today she gave me a tube of Vegemite from her friend because I liked the stuff so much. I guess not many folks outside OZ can appreciate that stuff.
Well, tonight I was sitting here sucking Vegemite from the tube and chasing it with rum when it hit me.
When you make rum, the stuff left in the boiler after the alcohol is distilled out is called dunder. It has a stink to it that makes you open the windows in winter and it's the reason you distill your rum twice because some of that stink carries over to the finished product.
It's spent yeast and that's exactly what Vegemite is made of. That and some other stuff. I just found out that Vegemite is also very keto. Lots of vitamins and salts our human bodies need, and the taste of sucking on a salty bouillon cube is out of this world.
It also goes great with rum.
Bone appetite.
Tuesday, October 02, 2018
to nancy
I remember it well. It was back in the 70s. We were at a party in Danny Monetta's apartment house. Pam was there and looking as delicious as cheesecake. She said something that provoked us to ravage her. Mike and I picked her up in our arms and as my girlfriend watched, Mike took advantage of her top half while I did a pseudo muff dive as Nancy took pictures.
As we were leaving for the night, Pam took the picture you see below.
Such was life back then. We wore cowboy hats and flight suits and didn't give a shit about nuthin.
Nancy was my girl back then and I'd visit her at Elbys where she was a waitress. I'd get a coffee, leave a penny tip, and take her some place when she got off work.
Our first real date was with another couple where she took me to a party on Susquehanna avenue. As she attempted to introduced me to the hostess, the hostess said, "Since when does Tom Patrick need an introduction." I knew her, as I knew everyone at that time and it only solidified my attachment to Nancy. She loved me and I loved her.
We eventually went our separate ways but we always kept in touch. When we had the opportunity, we hopped a plane for Germany to celebrate a mutual friends birthday and spent a week in Italy. We got caught in the rain as we explored lake Gorda, had espresso in Verona, and picked figs from Italian walls on the street. I remember Nancy's voice as she said, "Hey Tom, we're in Italy."
Nancy died last week from cancer.
Her memorial was last Saturday.
I feel sad.
Nice knownin ya, Nancy.
As we were leaving for the night, Pam took the picture you see below.
Such was life back then. We wore cowboy hats and flight suits and didn't give a shit about nuthin.
Nancy was my girl back then and I'd visit her at Elbys where she was a waitress. I'd get a coffee, leave a penny tip, and take her some place when she got off work.
Our first real date was with another couple where she took me to a party on Susquehanna avenue. As she attempted to introduced me to the hostess, the hostess said, "Since when does Tom Patrick need an introduction." I knew her, as I knew everyone at that time and it only solidified my attachment to Nancy. She loved me and I loved her.
We eventually went our separate ways but we always kept in touch. When we had the opportunity, we hopped a plane for Germany to celebrate a mutual friends birthday and spent a week in Italy. We got caught in the rain as we explored lake Gorda, had espresso in Verona, and picked figs from Italian walls on the street. I remember Nancy's voice as she said, "Hey Tom, we're in Italy."
Nancy died last week from cancer.
Her memorial was last Saturday.
I feel sad.
Nice knownin ya, Nancy.
Monday, October 01, 2018
Friday, September 28, 2018
Tuesday, September 25, 2018
Saturday, September 22, 2018
stupidity
“The more stupid one is, the closer one is to reality. The more stupid
one is, the clearer one is. Stupidity is brief and artless, while
intelligence squirms and hides itself. Intelligence is unprincipled, but
stupidity is honest and straightforward.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov
Tuesday, September 18, 2018
the fed is dead
The Federal Reserve is down. The Treasury has taken over the task of sorting and transferring payments. The Fed's charter expired in 2012. I remember reading about that at the time. But apparently the PTBs in charge of things were content to let it continue. This PTB is not.
The new fiscal year begins October 1. I have not heard a peep out of congress about next year's budget. Without a budget, the government will shut down. At least part of it. October 1 is a Monday.
If there's a new financial situation, then there'll have to be a bank holiday. Thomas Paine of American Intelligence Media has been saying for months that the government will take over the Fed and declare all our debt to be "odious debt". Which means we don't pay it! Which is the only way we'll ever get free of that burden.
Remember the old saying: If you owe the bank 20 thousand dollars and can't pay, you have a problem. If you owe the bank 20 trillion dollars and can't pay, the bank has a problem.
Open the sealed indictments and there may be a lot
of senators and representatives among them. If there's not enough for a quorum,
Trump can do what Lincoln did: Declare martial law and start taking names and
kicking ass.
So let's review what we've learned. The Federal
Reserve that has been part of our lives since 1913 is dead. Imagine! Debt free
currency! JFK would be so proud!
I'm willing to wager that we won't really know what
a burden we've been under with the Fed until we're free of it. And if all this
really happens, it'll be an October Surprise we'll never forget. And it will
make a real contribution to our collective goal:
Make America Great Again
Monday, September 17, 2018
the room. best scenes
I cannot tell you, it's confidential. No, I can't. Anyway, how is your sex life?
"i definitely have breast cancer." "Don't worry, everything will be fine."
Wuts buvering u murk?
Everybody betray me.
I fed up with this world.
One thing I can say about The Room... Every line is memeworthy.
The movie is 100 minutes long but this clip of the very best scenes is under 20 minutes. If you want to see the full version (God bless ya) you can find it here for free.
https://www1.1movies.is/movie/the-room/177-watch-online-free.html
Fair warning. The Room is the worst movie ever made and makes Plan 9 From Outer Space look like Oscar material.
"i definitely have breast cancer." "Don't worry, everything will be fine."
Wuts buvering u murk?
Everybody betray me.
I fed up with this world.
One thing I can say about The Room... Every line is memeworthy.
The movie is 100 minutes long but this clip of the very best scenes is under 20 minutes. If you want to see the full version (God bless ya) you can find it here for free.
https://www1.1movies.is/movie/the-room/177-watch-online-free.html
Fair warning. The Room is the worst movie ever made and makes Plan 9 From Outer Space look like Oscar material.
Friday, September 14, 2018
maybe i'm wrong
Unless you spend a lot of your day on Facebook, or you live in a cave, you're fully aware of Big Brother, computer hacks, identity theft, No Such Agency grabbing, storing, and analyzing every single thing you've done on the internet since you fired up your first computer or made your first phone call. Scary shit, I know, but who gives a crap, right? If everyone's being watched, then no one's being watched. If it was such a big deal we'd all have a VPN or Virtual Personal Network.
I have no intentions of paying monthly fees for a VPN so I downloaded and installed the TOR browser... for free.
I did a little surfing and found my isp is somewhere in southern India and the Youtube videos are in German. Cool! After a language adjustment, I got an opportunity to see propaganda with fresh eyes. See, Youtube would ordinarily recognize me and fill my home page with stuff they think I would want to see. As an unknown, Youtube gave me the generic version that they give anyone else without an identity. Sports, NFL, cats, current music, junk food, funny stuff, and NFL. Nothing offensive, political, or critical. Just a yawn fest menu. The NFL channels feature collections of bad plays without a word about Nike, let alone any of the problems they've had since the last presidential election.
I never thought I'd say it but the only difference between generic Youtube and television is the pause button. I'm afraid all the networks are aware cable and conventional TV are dead and they are trying to make their dinosaur footprint on what used to be personal creator content sites. Places like Youtube, and google wants to make it so.
I did a Youtube search with the word "trump" and one thing about Youtube that changed dramatically since the election is the torrential shit storm the MSM pushes about how incompetent Trump is. MSNBC, CNN, ABC, CBS, and some late night comedy pundits are the main contributers and practically fill every page with a non-stop litany of finger pointing at Trump as the single worst thing that has happened to humanity since the great flood. The Washington Post blames Trump for hurricanes. Really?
I had a talk with a lefty the other day, who was the first progressive I could talk with about Trump without totally losing their shit. She said, "Trump was selected by rich billionaires because he was rich and they all want the same things... more money and more control." I said Trump is earning $1 a year as POTUS and she said "it's just a game for him, like another TV show. They're all in on it, too." I asked if they cleared this with Hillary first.
I'm grateful she didn't try and twist a broken bottle in my face, like 70% of the leftards out there might do when the conversation gets to this point. I didn't argue with her but I wondered how an intelligent, worldly, culturally astute, and broadminded girl could be so prejudicial about the motives of someone she knows absolutely nothing about.
The answer is simple. If the only news you get is from the networks, cable or internet, all you'll get is non-stop propaganda, all coming from the same source, by way of daily 4am drops. Journalism is dead. It's been replaced by talking heads reading scripts written by someone else. Non-stop. Over and over until you believe opinions as facts. They don't call it programming for nothing.
And yeah, I considered the possibility that I, too, am just as brainwashed as anyone else. Could be, but I keep wondering why the same people who hate Trump also love the FBI, NSA, CIA, DOJ, IRS, antifa, endless wars, and the establishment elite and totally believe those guys can do a better job than Trump.
At least I occasionally consider the possibility I might be wrong.
How bout you? Have you ever questioned your programming?
I have no intentions of paying monthly fees for a VPN so I downloaded and installed the TOR browser... for free.
I did a little surfing and found my isp is somewhere in southern India and the Youtube videos are in German. Cool! After a language adjustment, I got an opportunity to see propaganda with fresh eyes. See, Youtube would ordinarily recognize me and fill my home page with stuff they think I would want to see. As an unknown, Youtube gave me the generic version that they give anyone else without an identity. Sports, NFL, cats, current music, junk food, funny stuff, and NFL. Nothing offensive, political, or critical. Just a yawn fest menu. The NFL channels feature collections of bad plays without a word about Nike, let alone any of the problems they've had since the last presidential election.
I never thought I'd say it but the only difference between generic Youtube and television is the pause button. I'm afraid all the networks are aware cable and conventional TV are dead and they are trying to make their dinosaur footprint on what used to be personal creator content sites. Places like Youtube, and google wants to make it so.
I did a Youtube search with the word "trump" and one thing about Youtube that changed dramatically since the election is the torrential shit storm the MSM pushes about how incompetent Trump is. MSNBC, CNN, ABC, CBS, and some late night comedy pundits are the main contributers and practically fill every page with a non-stop litany of finger pointing at Trump as the single worst thing that has happened to humanity since the great flood. The Washington Post blames Trump for hurricanes. Really?
I had a talk with a lefty the other day, who was the first progressive I could talk with about Trump without totally losing their shit. She said, "Trump was selected by rich billionaires because he was rich and they all want the same things... more money and more control." I said Trump is earning $1 a year as POTUS and she said "it's just a game for him, like another TV show. They're all in on it, too." I asked if they cleared this with Hillary first.
I'm grateful she didn't try and twist a broken bottle in my face, like 70% of the leftards out there might do when the conversation gets to this point. I didn't argue with her but I wondered how an intelligent, worldly, culturally astute, and broadminded girl could be so prejudicial about the motives of someone she knows absolutely nothing about.
The answer is simple. If the only news you get is from the networks, cable or internet, all you'll get is non-stop propaganda, all coming from the same source, by way of daily 4am drops. Journalism is dead. It's been replaced by talking heads reading scripts written by someone else. Non-stop. Over and over until you believe opinions as facts. They don't call it programming for nothing.
And yeah, I considered the possibility that I, too, am just as brainwashed as anyone else. Could be, but I keep wondering why the same people who hate Trump also love the FBI, NSA, CIA, DOJ, IRS, antifa, endless wars, and the establishment elite and totally believe those guys can do a better job than Trump.
At least I occasionally consider the possibility I might be wrong.
How bout you? Have you ever questioned your programming?
Monday, September 10, 2018
violet bubble mofo
When I heard about this violet ray bubble tech, I wasn't sure what to make of it. How can a violet wand and an inferred light do more to passive orgonite than frequency?
I've been playing with the mofo using Spooky2 for various frequencies to boost my immune system with mixed results. I was getting better results with 13Hz and a few good intentions so when I got into this bubble tech I decided to give it a shot.
As I mentioned in an earlier post, the mofo is made up of five gallons of resin with six mobius coils using 600' of insulated copper wire with multiple densities in an elongated toroid shape. Putting frequency to it will keep it buzzing in passive mode for quite some time. This is one powerful mofo, fer sure.
I had to order the wand and inferred light, since Drucker's store just ran out. With the miracle of 21st century online consumerism in full swing, I managed to get my stuff faster than driving to Pixley. The wand is cool. It shoots static, violet sparks when you crank it up and touch the end with your finger or other parts of your anatomy. Well, I didn't get this to zap my finger, or other anatomical parts, so I hooked it up to the mofo.
I had the unit on 432Hz for a while before I did any testing. There was a noticeable energy discharge over the top of the vortex, as usual. After firing up the violet ray, the energy flow changed dramatically. The noticeable energy discharge turned into an oh my god discharge. Adding the inferred light advanced it to a you-gotta-be-fuckin-kidding-me discharge that made me a believer. I mean, if I could see the energy flow it would look like a blue, neon double helix about four inches wide. This wasn't just me. I invited a few friends to judge the results and the consensus was a few degrees over holy shit.
I've had the mofo running on frequency and the violet wand since this morning and my energy levels are off the charts. I'm not quite sure what to make of it. Maybe I'm going through a manic episode after depression, which would be a normal cycle. But this is different. I'm not really manic, as far as my manic episodes normally are. The best way to explain it is a total feeling of exhilarating normalcy with a huge amount of thoughts running through my head and not one of them diabolical in nature. No peace and love but not hate and fury either. A serene calmness with an eagerness for physical activity without real purpose.
I need to do more study on this. Give me a few days.
I've been playing with the mofo using Spooky2 for various frequencies to boost my immune system with mixed results. I was getting better results with 13Hz and a few good intentions so when I got into this bubble tech I decided to give it a shot.
As I mentioned in an earlier post, the mofo is made up of five gallons of resin with six mobius coils using 600' of insulated copper wire with multiple densities in an elongated toroid shape. Putting frequency to it will keep it buzzing in passive mode for quite some time. This is one powerful mofo, fer sure.
I had to order the wand and inferred light, since Drucker's store just ran out. With the miracle of 21st century online consumerism in full swing, I managed to get my stuff faster than driving to Pixley. The wand is cool. It shoots static, violet sparks when you crank it up and touch the end with your finger or other parts of your anatomy. Well, I didn't get this to zap my finger, or other anatomical parts, so I hooked it up to the mofo.
I had the unit on 432Hz for a while before I did any testing. There was a noticeable energy discharge over the top of the vortex, as usual. After firing up the violet ray, the energy flow changed dramatically. The noticeable energy discharge turned into an oh my god discharge. Adding the inferred light advanced it to a you-gotta-be-fuckin-kidding-me discharge that made me a believer. I mean, if I could see the energy flow it would look like a blue, neon double helix about four inches wide. This wasn't just me. I invited a few friends to judge the results and the consensus was a few degrees over holy shit.
I've had the mofo running on frequency and the violet wand since this morning and my energy levels are off the charts. I'm not quite sure what to make of it. Maybe I'm going through a manic episode after depression, which would be a normal cycle. But this is different. I'm not really manic, as far as my manic episodes normally are. The best way to explain it is a total feeling of exhilarating normalcy with a huge amount of thoughts running through my head and not one of them diabolical in nature. No peace and love but not hate and fury either. A serene calmness with an eagerness for physical activity without real purpose.
I need to do more study on this. Give me a few days.
Wednesday, September 05, 2018
Tuesday, September 04, 2018
send in the clown(s)

Pardon me while I pull the handbrake on the hypocrisy highway, but when did the University of Illinois turn into a Monty Python sketch? I get that President Pen'n'Phone is an Illinois homeboy, hailing from the "gun-free" paradise of Chicago and that putting a president's face on the flyer certainly helps draw the big-money donors. But giving the Douglas Award for Ethics in Government to a guy like Obama means the Douglas Award for Ethics in Government is really just a participation trophy. The plaque might as well read "To Barack Obama. At least you tried." When it comes to people who embody "ethics in government," Obama ranks right up there with Boss Tweed and Warren Harding.
It's almost worth asking the prize committee if they have the right Barack Obama. The same Barack Obama who:
- Turned the Internal Revenue Service into his own personal brute squad. Ethics Obama, aided by minions like Jon Koskinen and Lois Lerner, used what is arguably the most powerful agency in the federal government to systematically target and harass conservative-leaning groups. The settlement between 400 of them and the Feds was finally settled last year, in favor of the good guys. Obama's morally-upstanding objection to tyranny cost the U.S. taxpayers what has been described as a "substantial" amount of money.
- Turned the NSA into his personal dirt collection agency. During the Obama regime, the excesses of our digital spies got so out of hand, no one was safe from their prying; no matter how insignificant they might be. But nothing says "opposition to authoritarian government" like keeping tabs on what kind of ceramic cats your Gam-Gam buys from the Home Shopping Channel.
- Spied on — and even jailed — journalists. Wanna know how deep Obama's affinity for openness and transparency is? Ask James Risen and Dinesh D'Souza. Be forewarned, a copy of your message will likely be stored on a bathroom server somewhere.
- Left us to clean up the moldering corpse of Obamacare, a fraud-riddled and deliberately opaque bureaucratic power grab which threw the nation's health care system into chaos. The man selected by the Douglas Prize committee for his steadfast manning of the barricades against statism literally forced the entire country to buy what he commanded or face the full might of the aforementioned goons at the IRS.
Personal Liberty® doesn't have the bandwidth for me to list the arrogant hypocrisies which have come to define the Party of Jefferson (speaking of hypocrites — Ms. Hemmings says "hi," Mr. Jefferson). We could do this all day. They needed a lot more than a three-point turn to reverse course from Hillary Clinton's admonishment to accept the results of the election. The #MeToo movement counterpoints as well with the party's lengthy roster of powerful men who have to figure out that "no means no." For Pete's sake, the Clintons were back at Harvey Weinstein's Long Island Sound palace just two weeks ago as special guests at a party which included — if I'm lyin', I'm dyin' — circus performers and a big-top tent. Their chairhole, Tom Perez, says that "socialism is their future," and is proving it by backing bubble-headed Alexandria "Chiquita Khrushchev" Ocasio-Cortez and the policies that made Venezuela such a party. But dragging Obama out of retirement to throw them an electoral life preserver, especially considering the wreck he left of his party, is silly. To try and burnish his legacy as a champion of ethics is hilarious.
Obama is gonna be around a lot this fall. As the polling gap between the two parties has narrowed, the Democrats are waking up to the reality that "Trump sux!" isn't exactly a steamroller of a platform. The obvious ploy is to trot out the man in the great tan suit. It strikes me that counting on a 2012 all-pro to lead a 2018 party to the end zone suggests that "Trump Sux!" might be the better game plan. But it makes the opposition's job a little easier. Granted, the GOP will probably pay consultants millions to come up with "nuh-UH!," but that's not far from a winner. The Democrats are becoming a parody of themselves. Let them send in the clown(s).
— Ben Crystal
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Sunday, September 02, 2018
Friday, August 24, 2018
it's optics, man
She had a fierce intelligence in her eyes which was not apparent in her behavior or speech. When you looked into those sparkling, blueish gray orbs, you couldn't help but get the impression she had something clever to say. She did not.
And when she favored you with a smile, you got the reassuring feeling that she understood. She didn't. Not a clue. It was only later you realized her wry, knowing grin was something she unconsciously did when she was suppressing gas.
Oh, and her touch. The way she held your arm, or delicately draped a hand on your shoulder. That simple gesture made you feel loved, made you feel as if the two of you were connected on the most intimate level. Well, turns out, that was just her way of keeping her balance while wearing six inch stiletto heels.
And the worst part was you didn't care. The illusion was good enough. As long as she didn't talk, fart, or fall on her ass, you were a happy man.
And when she favored you with a smile, you got the reassuring feeling that she understood. She didn't. Not a clue. It was only later you realized her wry, knowing grin was something she unconsciously did when she was suppressing gas.
Oh, and her touch. The way she held your arm, or delicately draped a hand on your shoulder. That simple gesture made you feel loved, made you feel as if the two of you were connected on the most intimate level. Well, turns out, that was just her way of keeping her balance while wearing six inch stiletto heels.
And the worst part was you didn't care. The illusion was good enough. As long as she didn't talk, fart, or fall on her ass, you were a happy man.
Thursday, August 23, 2018
tough choice
I've been told, if you change your mind you change the world... or at least the way you experience it. Let's take a moment to examine that. The presumption is, if you thought the world was a hostile, ugly place full of awful people doing awful things, that is what you'd see. Your mind would naturally seek out confirmation for its preconceived ideas. (e.g., if you're intent on buying a red car, as you go about your day you'll see lots of red cars) If, however, you were able to sincerely change your mind and see that we are all God in drag, that we are the conscious aspects of a perfect universe which had to create us so we can bear witness and stand in awe before it's loving magnificence, then that is the soul-shaking reality you'll be greeted with each and every moment of each and every day. In other words, it is entirely our choice as to what kind of world to live in. With a simple decision, we can suffer in the darkness or play in the light. We can be angry, frightened, and enslaved, or loving, joyous, and free.
I know, it's a toughie.
I know, it's a toughie.
Wednesday, August 22, 2018
Tuesday, August 21, 2018
unknown. un-elected. unaccountable.
Something I got from Dragon today.
If you're listening to or watching the Mockingbird
media - and I can't understand why anybody would - then what you are hearing on
the "news" comes to you by way of a technology called AVID. We've talked about
AVID before. "Someone", or a group of "someones", has decided what the "news"
content is going to be. The newsreaders read what is presented to them on the
teleprompter.
News? There are no by-lines any more. No
investigative reporters on the Mockingbird media. The news readers appear to be
so authoritative and knowledgeable. It's just an image, folks. The news readers
could be interchangeable with any TV station's news room staff.
I used to listen to NPR News. It's the only radio
station I can get out here in the country. I was aware that it was propaganda
and twisted but I listened to see what the Other Side was doing. After Donald
Trump took office, NPR changed. Even discounting the presence of subliminal
programming, what passes for "news" from NPR is very thin soup.
Sometimes I turn it on to see what's up in the
world. I can only bear to listen for about ten minutes, and then I turn it off.
Sometimes, I don't listen that long. What I am hearing is blatant, and I mean
blatant, perception management.
+There'll be a story, or a series of stories, about
those poor children left at the border because their parents can't be located.
And lots of comment about how it's Trump's policy.
+There will be a singer that no one ever heard of,
almost always black and female and quite often, gay. And the news readers will
be gushing over the new album. This could go on for several minutes.
+Whatever positive thing that Donald Trump did with
the economy or foreign policy, the "news" people will bring in someone from
Obama or Dubya's administration to put a negative spin on it.
The AVID teleprompter readers will not tell
you that black unemployment is down. They won't tell you that the number of
black owned businesses is up 400% in one year.
I read that the future of the trucking business is
so bright that the trucking companies have ordered 450,000 new units.
The black government of South Africa has already
announced that white farmers' land will be taken without compensation. Not a
peep out of the Mockingbird press. If it was white folks taking over farms owned
by black folks, it would be front page news and the leading story on every
broadcast.
Putin has offered them land and asylum in Russia.
You won't hear about it on the news.
When's the last time you got news about the war in
Syria? Anyone heard from ISIS lately?
On today's NPR there was a story about some illegal
immigrant who was taking his wife to the hospital. He was arrested when they
stopped for gas. The news readers spun the story as more evidence of the Trump
administration's policy against immigrants. The poor man was taken from his wife
and baby. The listener is supposed to be sobbing at this point. Barely mentioned
was the fact that he's wanted for murder in Mexico.
The news media is so biased that if Trump could
cure cancer just by speaking at one of his rallies, the media would moan and
groan about how many doctors were unemployed as a result.
I haven't had a TV in my house since 1992. And up
until Trump took office, I tolerated NPR news. They've gone from bad to worse
since he took office. I tune in to Betsy and Thomas' site AIM4Truth.org and listen to most of his videos.
You'll get straight facts from Thomas and news you can use. Been listening for
months and I haven't heard anything from Thomas about black gay singers with a
new album.
Thomas Paine was the one who told the world that
subliminal programing is part of every TV program. Which probably explains why
Nancy Pelosi and Maxine Waters keep getting re-elected. And Diane Feinstein! The
Mockingbird media won't tell you that Feinstein had a Chinese spy as a chauffeur
for twenty years. Twenty years!
If you want to be able to think clearly, if you
want to get that subliminally induced fog out of your brain, you'll stop
watching all TV. It's addictive. And it will make you do things that no thinking
person would ever do.
Remember the Borg on Star Trek? The Borg had a hive
mind. That's you watching TV while someone else has taken control of your mind.
A word to the wise is sufficient. You've been
told.
Dragon
Sunday, August 19, 2018
Saturday, August 18, 2018
Wednesday, August 15, 2018
wine a little or get off my flow chart
I found this flow chart on winefolly.com.
In my humble opinion, if it's not fruit of the vine, it aint wine.
I've been pondering the proper name for wines that are made from substances other than grapes. In Mongolia you can get fermented mares milk with a blood garnish called Kumis. A drink made from fermented honey is called mead. Hard cider comes from apple cider. I wouldn't call any of these wines. They all have their own distinctive name that separates them from other alcoholic beverages. Why would something made from watermelon and walnuts share the same general name as Malbec, Chardonnay, or even Concord? Truth is, they don't. That other-than-grape fruity stuff is called country wine, to separate it from the real thing. I tend to think it needs a few more degrees of separation, like maybe calling it country whine. But I digress...
This flow chart not only gives me an idea what to make next but it sheds a little light on why some of my friends get box wines and others prefer the lollipop, tooty-fruity, "country wines" that fill the shelves of every winery around here.
Or should I say whinery?
In my humble opinion, if it's not fruit of the vine, it aint wine.
I've been pondering the proper name for wines that are made from substances other than grapes. In Mongolia you can get fermented mares milk with a blood garnish called Kumis. A drink made from fermented honey is called mead. Hard cider comes from apple cider. I wouldn't call any of these wines. They all have their own distinctive name that separates them from other alcoholic beverages. Why would something made from watermelon and walnuts share the same general name as Malbec, Chardonnay, or even Concord? Truth is, they don't. That other-than-grape fruity stuff is called country wine, to separate it from the real thing. I tend to think it needs a few more degrees of separation, like maybe calling it country whine. But I digress...
This flow chart not only gives me an idea what to make next but it sheds a little light on why some of my friends get box wines and others prefer the lollipop, tooty-fruity, "country wines" that fill the shelves of every winery around here.
Or should I say whinery?
Thursday, August 09, 2018
themask of undoogoo
Before Undoogoo would begin to venture into the jungle on his daily hunt, he would don a mask to confuse his prey. Not a mask to frighten. No. Undoogoo's mask was pleasant to look at, designed to trick his quarry that he was harmless. In this way, Undoogoo was able to get close and strike a lethal Blow. Which is exactly what he had in mind the day he spied a beautiful creature drinking at a watering hole. Hiding behind his benign facade, he positioned himself alongside his intended victim and prepared to attack. But what Undoocoo didn't know about this "beautiful creature" was she was also wearing a mask. A mask that successfully camouflaged a fierce and merciless predator. And so it was that Undoogoo suddenly found himself devoured, torn apart, eviscerated. His screams echoed through the jungle. But the jungle was accustomed to the sounds of agony, and no one came to his aid. Bloodied and barely alive, he managed to escape and crawled back to his village where, to his horror, he discovered his tormentor had taken possession of his hut. Now, helpless and homeless he was forced to live the rest of his days in the wild, feeding on what dung beetles feed on.
The moral of the story:
Mask or not, if you hunt without a prenup, pack some ketchup for the dung.
The moral of the story:
Mask or not, if you hunt without a prenup, pack some ketchup for the dung.
Wednesday, August 08, 2018
a morning thought
Mornings are the worst. The mind seems undefended, easy prey for both memories and imagination. What happened. What should've happened. What might happen someday. Your fault, my fault, no ones fault. The only way is to get up, empty the bladder, drink the coffee, read the paper, run the treadmill, perform the animal sacrifice, paint the chicken blood on the groin and call upon the demonic spirits to bring you back.
Nights are bad too. Once again, exhaustion makes the mind vulnerable to abscessing over woulda, coulda, shoulda. The only thing to do is sit alone and eat the chicken which was senselessly murdered in the morning.
Nights are bad too. Once again, exhaustion makes the mind vulnerable to abscessing over woulda, coulda, shoulda. The only thing to do is sit alone and eat the chicken which was senselessly murdered in the morning.
Tuesday, August 07, 2018
Sunday, July 29, 2018
q wraps it up
The left is toast. If You're not a Trump supporter, I suggest you employ some critical thought and re-evaluate your position.
#walkaway
Saturday, July 21, 2018
knee deep in shit
Bill and Hillary flying commercial with the hoi polloi? I can only assume someone froze their assets.
Friday, July 13, 2018
weight competition
When Tammy told me she was seeing a chiropractor for weight loss, I could barely contain my enthusiasm. Not that I thought she needed reducing but chiropractic and weight loss goes together like bologna and whipped cream. I couldn't wait to hear the whole plan.
Last night she brought over all her chiropractors Do's and Don'ts and what to eat when and how much of what and I immediately found some serious flaws. Putting on my best poker face I suggested we have a weight loss contest. The biggest loser gets a shinny quarter.
"A quarter?" she said. "Let's make it worth while and have a dinner at Bandits for the biggest loser." I compromised on a simple bottle of wine for the winner until Sue insisted on a dinner cause she wants in and thinks she can win this. We settled on second and third place buys the dinner of choice for the biggest loser at Texas Steakhouse. I already know what I want and it involves baby-back ribs for an appetizer and lots of drinks. This is going to be so easy.
Ok... A little back story here. Sue is happy with her egg, orange, salad, and chicken diet and can gain or lose weight at will. Tammy's diet is the basic amateur, bullshit diet that consists of high carb, low fat, low protein with some high priced oils and potions thrown in to make the whole process effortless and magical. I chose one meal a day with keto.
We all weigh ourselves each morning and record it to track results. From that, we measure our individual losses. The contest is for one week, Thursday to Thursday. The number on day seven is subtracted from the first number and the biggest loser wins. Simple.
Now, just to be clear, I'm not in competition to see who can lose the most weight but to prove this chiropractic hack is so full of shit and to prove to Tammy that she doesn't need to spend mega bucks for something she can do herself.
I can't say who had what for breakfast or lunch but I know what we all had for dinner. Sue had celery and cottage cheese. (Oh man, she's trying so hard) Tammy had scallops and salad. I had fried mac n cheese, grilled pork chops, two brats, a whole cucumber, some cottage cheese, and a bag of chips. Unlike Tammy and Sue, I'm not abstaining from alcohol but embracing it by drinking rum before bed.
The results are so predictable. Sue will lose a few pounds, Tammy will lose less and gain it all back within a week and I'll lose a pound a day, keep it off, and get ripped in the process.
Day 1. Sue lost .8 lbs, Tammy lost 0 lbs, and I lost 1.2 lbs, despite the gastronomical feast I consumed the night before.
See, I told them both upfront I was going to win and the initial quarter bet was just a token. I explained how a high fat diet will hack your system into burning your own body fat for energy and intermittent fasting accelerates this process. But they wanted to up the ante. So be it.
I told you this was going to be easy.
Last night she brought over all her chiropractors Do's and Don'ts and what to eat when and how much of what and I immediately found some serious flaws. Putting on my best poker face I suggested we have a weight loss contest. The biggest loser gets a shinny quarter.
"A quarter?" she said. "Let's make it worth while and have a dinner at Bandits for the biggest loser." I compromised on a simple bottle of wine for the winner until Sue insisted on a dinner cause she wants in and thinks she can win this. We settled on second and third place buys the dinner of choice for the biggest loser at Texas Steakhouse. I already know what I want and it involves baby-back ribs for an appetizer and lots of drinks. This is going to be so easy.
Ok... A little back story here. Sue is happy with her egg, orange, salad, and chicken diet and can gain or lose weight at will. Tammy's diet is the basic amateur, bullshit diet that consists of high carb, low fat, low protein with some high priced oils and potions thrown in to make the whole process effortless and magical. I chose one meal a day with keto.
We all weigh ourselves each morning and record it to track results. From that, we measure our individual losses. The contest is for one week, Thursday to Thursday. The number on day seven is subtracted from the first number and the biggest loser wins. Simple.
Now, just to be clear, I'm not in competition to see who can lose the most weight but to prove this chiropractic hack is so full of shit and to prove to Tammy that she doesn't need to spend mega bucks for something she can do herself.
I can't say who had what for breakfast or lunch but I know what we all had for dinner. Sue had celery and cottage cheese. (Oh man, she's trying so hard) Tammy had scallops and salad. I had fried mac n cheese, grilled pork chops, two brats, a whole cucumber, some cottage cheese, and a bag of chips. Unlike Tammy and Sue, I'm not abstaining from alcohol but embracing it by drinking rum before bed.
The results are so predictable. Sue will lose a few pounds, Tammy will lose less and gain it all back within a week and I'll lose a pound a day, keep it off, and get ripped in the process.
Day 1. Sue lost .8 lbs, Tammy lost 0 lbs, and I lost 1.2 lbs, despite the gastronomical feast I consumed the night before.
See, I told them both upfront I was going to win and the initial quarter bet was just a token. I explained how a high fat diet will hack your system into burning your own body fat for energy and intermittent fasting accelerates this process. But they wanted to up the ante. So be it.
I told you this was going to be easy.
Monday, July 09, 2018
rubicon is done
When I finally blended the Rubicon I wasn't sure what to expect. The final result was beyond my expectations.
70% Cabernet Savignon, 20% Merlot, and 10% Cabernet Franc was the formula but they had to be fermented separately, which meant I had three separate fermentations running, with three different profiles since April. The Cabernet Savignon was the backbone with the Merlot as a buffer with the Franc as the icing on the cake. The result was spectacular, in my opinion. But I had to get a second opinion before I bottled the batch.
I stopped by Honeyhole Winery with a sample and asked Pete to give me a scathing critique.
Don't hold anything back, I said. Be critical. He poured some in a glass and examined it. Good color, he said. Gave it a sniff and said he smelled oak and I replied that it's been on oak for a month and a half. He gave it a taste and said it's really good and would go well with beef, pork, and any pasta dish. He took another sip and said it's perfect. It's a new wine and hasn't matured but I should bottle it immediately and store it for two months to fix the flavors. He said it's perfect for his taste, which means it's perfect for my taste, as well.
He asked what proportions of each wine I used and when I stopped fermentation and at what point I added wood, and a few other questions and said he can order juice at those proportions by the pallet. That's when I realized he planned to add Rubicon to his winery menu. "Why do you think I was asking you all these questions? When you first told me about Rubicon, and researched it, I knew I was going to make it."
Nothing could make me prouder than to teach the wine-maker how to make the best wine Europe can produce. But the difference between mass production and art are miles apart and what I failed to tell him was the three wines have different profiles as far as sweet and dry, which makes all the difference in the world when it comes to blending the finished product.
To be honest, I knew my Rubicon was severely head shoulders above anything out there but I really expected Pete to provide some constructive criticism and when he said it was perfect I did a few mental backflips.
I spent Sunday bottling wine and drinking way more than my usual share in celebration of creativity gone right.
Even more so, now that I got that wine out of the way, my creative instincts very much want to dabble in orgonite using cement with a totally new approach to satellite dishes and direction beaming.
BTW, if anyone has some label ideas for the Rubicon, I'm all ears.
70% Cabernet Savignon, 20% Merlot, and 10% Cabernet Franc was the formula but they had to be fermented separately, which meant I had three separate fermentations running, with three different profiles since April. The Cabernet Savignon was the backbone with the Merlot as a buffer with the Franc as the icing on the cake. The result was spectacular, in my opinion. But I had to get a second opinion before I bottled the batch.
I stopped by Honeyhole Winery with a sample and asked Pete to give me a scathing critique.
Don't hold anything back, I said. Be critical. He poured some in a glass and examined it. Good color, he said. Gave it a sniff and said he smelled oak and I replied that it's been on oak for a month and a half. He gave it a taste and said it's really good and would go well with beef, pork, and any pasta dish. He took another sip and said it's perfect. It's a new wine and hasn't matured but I should bottle it immediately and store it for two months to fix the flavors. He said it's perfect for his taste, which means it's perfect for my taste, as well.
He asked what proportions of each wine I used and when I stopped fermentation and at what point I added wood, and a few other questions and said he can order juice at those proportions by the pallet. That's when I realized he planned to add Rubicon to his winery menu. "Why do you think I was asking you all these questions? When you first told me about Rubicon, and researched it, I knew I was going to make it."
Nothing could make me prouder than to teach the wine-maker how to make the best wine Europe can produce. But the difference between mass production and art are miles apart and what I failed to tell him was the three wines have different profiles as far as sweet and dry, which makes all the difference in the world when it comes to blending the finished product.
To be honest, I knew my Rubicon was severely head shoulders above anything out there but I really expected Pete to provide some constructive criticism and when he said it was perfect I did a few mental backflips.
I spent Sunday bottling wine and drinking way more than my usual share in celebration of creativity gone right.
Even more so, now that I got that wine out of the way, my creative instincts very much want to dabble in orgonite using cement with a totally new approach to satellite dishes and direction beaming.
BTW, if anyone has some label ideas for the Rubicon, I'm all ears.
Thursday, June 28, 2018
civil war (fixed)
I posted nothing. Sorry about that. Sometimes it pays to proof read before you publish.
Monday, June 25, 2018
Saturday, June 23, 2018
Thursday, June 14, 2018
Wednesday, June 13, 2018
Thursday, June 07, 2018
Sunday, June 03, 2018
Friday, June 01, 2018
compelling evidence
Around three years ago a friend was telling me about the flat Earth theory. I didn't believe it but wanted to hear her thoughts on such an idea. She mentioned a few things about air traffic patterns and astronauts training in swimming pools and I was a bit shocked she would even consider Earth was anything but a round planet. I mean, if Earth was flat, our whole world view would be out the window. Star Trek, for one small example, would go from a possible future to total bullshit in a nano second. Star Trek is the reason we all have cell phones, computers, silicon valley, and this high tech lifestyle. And that's just a TV show from the 60's.
The more I looked into flat Earth, the more it bothered me. What started out as debunking FE turned into questioning my own reality. What about the Sun and Moon and stars and planets? What about the Klingons? What about space travel and aliens from other planets? What about every teacher I ever had who had a globe in their classroom? Nah... Flat Earth is bullshit perpetuated by fringe element loonies in 18th century uniforms trolling society for attention.
But still... When I look up into the night sky and see Polaris in the same place with all the other stars moving around it in a slow procession, every night, for thousands of years, and wonder how can that possibly be if the Earth is spinning on its axis at 1,000 mph while spinning around the sun, while the sun is spinning around the galaxy. Wouldn't the view change?
As crazy as it sounds, unless someone can explain why Polaris is stationary while Earth isn't, I'm compelled to think the Earth is flat and we never went to the moon.
Explanation? Anyone?
The more I looked into flat Earth, the more it bothered me. What started out as debunking FE turned into questioning my own reality. What about the Sun and Moon and stars and planets? What about the Klingons? What about space travel and aliens from other planets? What about every teacher I ever had who had a globe in their classroom? Nah... Flat Earth is bullshit perpetuated by fringe element loonies in 18th century uniforms trolling society for attention.
But still... When I look up into the night sky and see Polaris in the same place with all the other stars moving around it in a slow procession, every night, for thousands of years, and wonder how can that possibly be if the Earth is spinning on its axis at 1,000 mph while spinning around the sun, while the sun is spinning around the galaxy. Wouldn't the view change?
As crazy as it sounds, unless someone can explain why Polaris is stationary while Earth isn't, I'm compelled to think the Earth is flat and we never went to the moon.
Explanation? Anyone?
Sunday, May 27, 2018
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Ya know, this is one of many reasons I hate Google so fuckin much. Does anyone doubt that Google, Yahoo, and Facebook are all run by the CIA? Does anyone think the EU is an organization devoted to the betterment of humanity?
Hey Google, if you're listening, suck my ass.
culling the herd
I was talking to a friend the other day and she said she needed health care to fix her condition.
Her condition happens to be a fasting blood glucose level of 237. That's pretty fuckin high. I didn't get into what meds were prescribed but had tons of questions as to her diet.
"I can't drink black coffee so I add lots of skim milk and lots of raw sugar."
I can't hold myself back and tell her that raw sugar is still sugar and with a fasting blood glucose level of 237 those numbers will pivot through the roof. Skim milk has way more lactose than heavy cream and lactose is another name for sugar. Natural sugar is still sugar. Duh! I tell her that stevia is a good sugar substitute and won't spike her B/G levels. She insists it tastes funny and it's not as natural as sugar.
"I also eat lots of raw fruits and vegetables." And that means you're eating lots of sugar and carbs with a little fiber.
The dialog goes back and forth until I realize this woman is in total denial that her condition is her own fault and she blames GMOs as the culprit.
She's killing herself through stupidity, blaming GMOs instead of the natural poison she consumes. Natural and organic may be good but arsenic is also organic and natural.
What's down is up and what's up is down. If the FDA, the ADA, and the AMA say to do this, I'll choose to do that because those guys don't have much of a respectable track record when it comes to health.
When I finally told her she could drop her B/G numbers to normal, without meds, and lose 30 lbs in one month by eating one meal a day consisting of all the bacon and cucumbers she could eat, she said that bacon wasn't GMO free and there may be pesticides on the cucumbers.
That's when I smiled and thought to myself, "die bitch, and your little gall bladder, too."
I've totally lost my patience for stupidity and realize that the majority of human deaths are caused more by ignorance and the failed allopathic system we have in place, rather than blind chance.
This may be nature's way of culling the stupidity from the human herd. Who am I to question such wisdom?
Her condition happens to be a fasting blood glucose level of 237. That's pretty fuckin high. I didn't get into what meds were prescribed but had tons of questions as to her diet.
"I can't drink black coffee so I add lots of skim milk and lots of raw sugar."
I can't hold myself back and tell her that raw sugar is still sugar and with a fasting blood glucose level of 237 those numbers will pivot through the roof. Skim milk has way more lactose than heavy cream and lactose is another name for sugar. Natural sugar is still sugar. Duh! I tell her that stevia is a good sugar substitute and won't spike her B/G levels. She insists it tastes funny and it's not as natural as sugar.
"I also eat lots of raw fruits and vegetables." And that means you're eating lots of sugar and carbs with a little fiber.
The dialog goes back and forth until I realize this woman is in total denial that her condition is her own fault and she blames GMOs as the culprit.
She's killing herself through stupidity, blaming GMOs instead of the natural poison she consumes. Natural and organic may be good but arsenic is also organic and natural.
What's down is up and what's up is down. If the FDA, the ADA, and the AMA say to do this, I'll choose to do that because those guys don't have much of a respectable track record when it comes to health.
When I finally told her she could drop her B/G numbers to normal, without meds, and lose 30 lbs in one month by eating one meal a day consisting of all the bacon and cucumbers she could eat, she said that bacon wasn't GMO free and there may be pesticides on the cucumbers.
That's when I smiled and thought to myself, "die bitch, and your little gall bladder, too."
I've totally lost my patience for stupidity and realize that the majority of human deaths are caused more by ignorance and the failed allopathic system we have in place, rather than blind chance.
This may be nature's way of culling the stupidity from the human herd. Who am I to question such wisdom?
Thursday, May 24, 2018
who's the establishment?
I'm a little confused. Aren't the Democrats traditionally ant-establishment? My whole life it was Democrats are for the working guy and the Republicans are for big business. Labor unions always voted Democrat while business owners and Wall Street voted Republican. Big business IS the establishment. The military industrial complex IS the establishment. The FBI, CIA, NSA, ATF, and the rest of our three letter government institutions are all members of the establishment. All these institutions have one thing in common. They want Trump out of office.
Why do you suppose the vast majority of the American establishment, Democrats, Republicans, union leaders, mainstream media, social platforms, teachers, students, liberals, millennials and every other generational block are so down on Trump?
Could it be that Trump is the only president we've ever had that was voted into office by the people instead of someone selected by unknown members of the establishment?
Clearly, Trump represents the most anti-establishment president we've ever seen and the liberals are going absolutely ape-shit because of it. The left and the right both get their news from mostly the same sources and we all have the ability to read between the lines, considering MSM is, and always has, worked for the establishment. Can't you see we're being played?
What's so hysterical about all this is that Donald Trump is a New York Democrat who ran on the Republican ticket because the DNC is too crooked to allow a real peoples candidate to lead the party. (Bernie Sanders comes to mind.)
The RNC, on the other hand, follows the rules enough to allow a guy like Trump to win the nomination. He knew this way before he tossed his hat in the ring.
To all the lefties, MSM watchers, and Trump haters out there...
Does it bother, you just a little, that being anti-Trump means you're in favor of endless wars, bleak prosperity, police state, the abolishment of lawyer-client privilege, the end of the constitution, mob rule from the top with total immunity for those "in the club" and 100% surveillance for everyone else. Higher taxes, longer prison terms, bigger fines, more regulation, and more boots stamping on human faces with no end in sight?
Look, I've been fighting the establishment my whole life. I know my adversary when I see it and it aint Trump. It's the rest of the government you have to watch.
Think for one minute. When did you decide to side with your oppressors and fight those who are fighting for your rights and freedoms? It's not the 70's anymore.
Who's the puppet master that has us all at each others throats? No sane person fights in a burning house. You've been conditioned to do this and it's time to break your imperial conditioning. Cut the strings. Time to wake up.
Remember... We're all in this together.
Why do you suppose the vast majority of the American establishment, Democrats, Republicans, union leaders, mainstream media, social platforms, teachers, students, liberals, millennials and every other generational block are so down on Trump?
Could it be that Trump is the only president we've ever had that was voted into office by the people instead of someone selected by unknown members of the establishment?
Clearly, Trump represents the most anti-establishment president we've ever seen and the liberals are going absolutely ape-shit because of it. The left and the right both get their news from mostly the same sources and we all have the ability to read between the lines, considering MSM is, and always has, worked for the establishment. Can't you see we're being played?
What's so hysterical about all this is that Donald Trump is a New York Democrat who ran on the Republican ticket because the DNC is too crooked to allow a real peoples candidate to lead the party. (Bernie Sanders comes to mind.)
The RNC, on the other hand, follows the rules enough to allow a guy like Trump to win the nomination. He knew this way before he tossed his hat in the ring.
To all the lefties, MSM watchers, and Trump haters out there...
Does it bother, you just a little, that being anti-Trump means you're in favor of endless wars, bleak prosperity, police state, the abolishment of lawyer-client privilege, the end of the constitution, mob rule from the top with total immunity for those "in the club" and 100% surveillance for everyone else. Higher taxes, longer prison terms, bigger fines, more regulation, and more boots stamping on human faces with no end in sight?
Look, I've been fighting the establishment my whole life. I know my adversary when I see it and it aint Trump. It's the rest of the government you have to watch.
Think for one minute. When did you decide to side with your oppressors and fight those who are fighting for your rights and freedoms? It's not the 70's anymore.
Who's the puppet master that has us all at each others throats? No sane person fights in a burning house. You've been conditioned to do this and it's time to break your imperial conditioning. Cut the strings. Time to wake up.
long lost sake
I made this stuff a year ago and got discouraged with its progress so I just stowed it away, as an uncompleted project, and forgot about it.
I had every intention of tossing it until I opened the bucket and realized this was the real thing. A bucket of naturally aged sake from polished white rice made in the traditional Japanese way. I went through a lot of trouble making this stuff. It would be a crime to not try and salvage it.
One whiff was all it took to evoke memories of long summer days at the underwater bridge at sulfer creek, consuming vast quantities of fluids as we lounged in chest deep jacuzzi-like effervescence and wallowed in our care-free existence. We were all jobless bohemians back then. Barefoot and broke but we always had money for fluids, gasoline, tobacco, and other fruits of our charmed, Huck Finn existences. The beverage of choice was sake. It's the only drink that's best served warm and we weren't into ice chests, even when the temps matched our body temperatures. It was the perfect drink for the circumstances and we went through cases of the stuff.
I won't get into how sake is made. Let's just say it was the most difficult and time consuming alcohol project I attempted and I'm not eager to make a second attempt. That said, I now have a much deeper respect for the Japanese culture. Sake is only ONE thing they can do with rice and water.
Anyway... I need to wait a week or so to let the isinglass clarify the sake before I bottle it so I decided to design a label.
I considered using Full Metal Alchemist as the icon but perished that thought and opted for Samurai Girl instead.
Ya like?
Tuesday, May 22, 2018
Monday, May 21, 2018
Monday, May 14, 2018
sandwich time
At the risk of sounding like a misogynist, I think the radical left sound like a bunch whinny women, and more specifically, like a bunch of ex-girlfriends I used to date.
Think about it. You have the males of the tribe. Doesn't matter which tribe. Just a tribe. You have a leader and followers, mostly men. Men are geared to building fortresses, building armies, protecting the homeland, protecting the women. Protecting the gene pool.
You have women. Protecting their children by any means necessary. Women don't care about anything else. Nationality, ideology, race has nothing to do with the female psyche. Women side with the strongest male she perceives to secure her gene pool.
Roman women would hook up with the first barbarians at the gate because they were so manly. A cursory glance through history will tell you all you need to know. Helen of Troy is a good example. Can you think of others?
This explains why girls prefer the bad boys over the good guys. It's in their genetic structure to choose mates that exhibit brutal behavior because brutal men are true leaders. who can provide for their offspring and themselves.
Expand this theorem to the political level and you have a system doomed to fail. Take a look at Europe under the leadership of women. Angela Merkel wishes she had a real man to take her by control. She opens the gates and allows the men of her dreams to flood her country. Tall, dark, handsome men of breeding age with a low i.q. It's the answer to Angela's prayers, that so many available and unclaimed men are actually in her country, she can hardly contain her enthusiasm. German girls blush with excitement as they hear about the Cologne rapes and rush to pass out roses to the new real men of their nation. Angela's lust is satisfied by proxy with the thought of German girls getting gang raped by her ideal of what a real man is. What a sick bitch.
The other European nations, with female heads of state, welcome their share of foreign real men to inseminate their gene pools. Rape is now legal in Sweden, as well as most other Europen nations under the EU banner. The EU leadership couldn't be more pleased, except for a few Eastern European nations with male heads of state.
Look, I don't care if a woman wants a great job that pays a ton of money. If she can do it, let her have it. But I draw the line when it comes to electing a female as head of state solely on the fact that she has a vagina. Recent history tells us a female head of state will side with the enemy every time.
I'll go qo one step further. In this male/female dichotomy, everyone right of center seem to think like men. Those left of center seem to think like women.
On one side there is logic, reason and the belief that man is destined for higher things, a Renascence, an awakening that will propel mankind to higher dimensions.
On the other side is the victim mentality that demands they should be taken care of because they're incapable of doing things for themselves and fervently want and need a communist state to do that for them because they can not do for themselves, or care to, and expect the state to take care of them. At the same time they want to break that glass ceiling and put in a woman, any woman, who can carry the torch of womanhood and prove to the world she is equal to a man, and totally fuck things up.
Those on the right want to do it themselves and not be hindered by rules and regulations. The left loves rules and regulations and wants everyone to abide by them because they believe what they're told.
In the middle is a woman, any woman, who can do as well as any man, no matter what field or discipline, as long as she gets a very cool job telling other people what to do.
I say bullshit. Lock em out for pure impudence, if nothing more. Let em work in a weld shop or pick up garbage for a few years so they develop a work ethic and then, maybe, let them sit at a desk and do monotonous work before they even consider a cushy job telling others what to do. Maybe then, women can be equals in the work place.
As far as female heads of state... We've seen what that got us. A middle East invasion of Europe. Lord only knows what this nation would be like if Hillary got the White House. I mean, single handedly she totally fucked up the Middle East while she was Secretary of State. Imagine if she was POTUS.
I know it's not politically correct to say this but this world wouldn't be nearly as fucked as it is if women were to stay home and make cookies instead of get into politics.
Now, go make me a fuckin sandwich.
Think about it. You have the males of the tribe. Doesn't matter which tribe. Just a tribe. You have a leader and followers, mostly men. Men are geared to building fortresses, building armies, protecting the homeland, protecting the women. Protecting the gene pool.
You have women. Protecting their children by any means necessary. Women don't care about anything else. Nationality, ideology, race has nothing to do with the female psyche. Women side with the strongest male she perceives to secure her gene pool.
Roman women would hook up with the first barbarians at the gate because they were so manly. A cursory glance through history will tell you all you need to know. Helen of Troy is a good example. Can you think of others?
This explains why girls prefer the bad boys over the good guys. It's in their genetic structure to choose mates that exhibit brutal behavior because brutal men are true leaders. who can provide for their offspring and themselves.
Expand this theorem to the political level and you have a system doomed to fail. Take a look at Europe under the leadership of women. Angela Merkel wishes she had a real man to take her by control. She opens the gates and allows the men of her dreams to flood her country. Tall, dark, handsome men of breeding age with a low i.q. It's the answer to Angela's prayers, that so many available and unclaimed men are actually in her country, she can hardly contain her enthusiasm. German girls blush with excitement as they hear about the Cologne rapes and rush to pass out roses to the new real men of their nation. Angela's lust is satisfied by proxy with the thought of German girls getting gang raped by her ideal of what a real man is. What a sick bitch.
The other European nations, with female heads of state, welcome their share of foreign real men to inseminate their gene pools. Rape is now legal in Sweden, as well as most other Europen nations under the EU banner. The EU leadership couldn't be more pleased, except for a few Eastern European nations with male heads of state.
Look, I don't care if a woman wants a great job that pays a ton of money. If she can do it, let her have it. But I draw the line when it comes to electing a female as head of state solely on the fact that she has a vagina. Recent history tells us a female head of state will side with the enemy every time.
I'll go qo one step further. In this male/female dichotomy, everyone right of center seem to think like men. Those left of center seem to think like women.
On one side there is logic, reason and the belief that man is destined for higher things, a Renascence, an awakening that will propel mankind to higher dimensions.
On the other side is the victim mentality that demands they should be taken care of because they're incapable of doing things for themselves and fervently want and need a communist state to do that for them because they can not do for themselves, or care to, and expect the state to take care of them. At the same time they want to break that glass ceiling and put in a woman, any woman, who can carry the torch of womanhood and prove to the world she is equal to a man, and totally fuck things up.
Those on the right want to do it themselves and not be hindered by rules and regulations. The left loves rules and regulations and wants everyone to abide by them because they believe what they're told.
In the middle is a woman, any woman, who can do as well as any man, no matter what field or discipline, as long as she gets a very cool job telling other people what to do.
I say bullshit. Lock em out for pure impudence, if nothing more. Let em work in a weld shop or pick up garbage for a few years so they develop a work ethic and then, maybe, let them sit at a desk and do monotonous work before they even consider a cushy job telling others what to do. Maybe then, women can be equals in the work place.
As far as female heads of state... We've seen what that got us. A middle East invasion of Europe. Lord only knows what this nation would be like if Hillary got the White House. I mean, single handedly she totally fucked up the Middle East while she was Secretary of State. Imagine if she was POTUS.
I know it's not politically correct to say this but this world wouldn't be nearly as fucked as it is if women were to stay home and make cookies instead of get into politics.
Now, go make me a fuckin sandwich.
Sunday, May 13, 2018
Sunday, May 06, 2018
mr. liquor
Making rum is easy. A gallon of molasses, water, yeast, and about two weeks later you spend several hours distilling it.
It's this last part that I'm having a hard time coping with lately.
When it's running good, it's boring as hell. When things go wrong, it's panic time. It's especially bad when you're sequestered to a dingy garage with nothing to do but watch the jars fill up, one drop at a time. The most exciting part is replacing the jars.
Doing it on the patio is a different story. Lounge chairs, tunes, fluids, a fridge full of stuff and a grill to cook it on. One is a job, the other is a vacation. Hell, I can even make orgonite while I wait.
That's why I decided to hold off on distilling until the maple trees green up and provide cover for my nefarious acts. I haven't been slack, Mr. Walker. (Thunderdome reference) I have about four finished ferments ready to go and all I need is the intent.
But... ya know, I just gotta see what this new rum recipe tastes like so I cobbled together a mini-still.
The boiler is a 1 liter Erlenmeyer flask, 3/8" copper tube, and a plastic vinegar jug for the condenser. The burner is a Coleman stove.
It took ten minutes to make rum with this thing.
Ok, I had a few problems running this thing for the first time but once I got it straightened out, it produced some seriously fine rum. At least I know what to expect when I run the rest through the big still.
This unit is the perfect size for turning that crap wine, you can't seem to give away, into brandy. It also makes an excellent water distillation system when the economy finally crashes and your only water source is a ditch. I'd prefer a flask twice the size but this could easily handle a single bottle of wine with no problems.
With a little ingenuity, I think I can replace the Coleman stove with a butane burner, shorten up the copper and modify the condenser to make it the size of a Mr. Coffee.
A kitchen appliance for the drunkard in your life.
It's this last part that I'm having a hard time coping with lately.
When it's running good, it's boring as hell. When things go wrong, it's panic time. It's especially bad when you're sequestered to a dingy garage with nothing to do but watch the jars fill up, one drop at a time. The most exciting part is replacing the jars.
Doing it on the patio is a different story. Lounge chairs, tunes, fluids, a fridge full of stuff and a grill to cook it on. One is a job, the other is a vacation. Hell, I can even make orgonite while I wait.
That's why I decided to hold off on distilling until the maple trees green up and provide cover for my nefarious acts. I haven't been slack, Mr. Walker. (Thunderdome reference) I have about four finished ferments ready to go and all I need is the intent.
But... ya know, I just gotta see what this new rum recipe tastes like so I cobbled together a mini-still.
The boiler is a 1 liter Erlenmeyer flask, 3/8" copper tube, and a plastic vinegar jug for the condenser. The burner is a Coleman stove.
It took ten minutes to make rum with this thing.
Ok, I had a few problems running this thing for the first time but once I got it straightened out, it produced some seriously fine rum. At least I know what to expect when I run the rest through the big still.
This unit is the perfect size for turning that crap wine, you can't seem to give away, into brandy. It also makes an excellent water distillation system when the economy finally crashes and your only water source is a ditch. I'd prefer a flask twice the size but this could easily handle a single bottle of wine with no problems.
With a little ingenuity, I think I can replace the Coleman stove with a butane burner, shorten up the copper and modify the condenser to make it the size of a Mr. Coffee.
A kitchen appliance for the drunkard in your life.
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