When I attended university back in the day, I left the dorms and moved “off campus”.
Eventually, I moved in with a German family where I rented a room. But before that, I spent some time in an old Victorian mansion that was truly falling apart. It had been broken into multiple apartments, and had some electricity but no hot water, very little in the way of heat… maybe just above freezing… and in effect a slum house run by a slum lord.

So I rented a room off a side corridor on the second floor that was completely dark. as there wasn’t any lighting. It was just a room with two old windows, and a working electrical outlet with a ancient refrigerator, and a lamp, and a bed.
That was it.
And I lived there.
There were others that lived in the house, and they were either young locals living there to save money, or starving university students like myself. One of whom was stealing my mail. Fuckers.
Anyways, next door was another group of old falling apart Victorian houses. And like my home, they were occupied with all kinds of people, mostly on the lower strata of society.
And one of the neighbors was this 20-something retarded guy. Nice, I guess, but pretty much really low intelligence.
And he had this huge pet; a Great Dane that was the size of a pony. It was enormous.

And it had a litter of puppies.
A HUGE litter.
And it must of had 30 or so puppies! How, I don’t know. Is it even possible? Again, I don’t know, but this retarded guy is now stuck with 30 Great Dane puppies.
So it’s 3 in the morning and I am sleeping.
I wake up and hear a guy taking those puppies (and you know who) and pouring all 30 puppies in the hallway outside my apartment.
Sheech!
And when I got up the next day, I had to plow though all the puppies, and there was dog shit everywhere, and I got on my motorcycle and went to my classes, and when I got back, well the puppies were gone.
Now, the landlord got rid of them. As the “rent payment collection lady” living in the next house found out what happened as the retarded kid told her. So I think that they were collected and taken to the Humane Society and discarded.
So…
What is the moral?
Well, guys… you will ALWAYS be surprised by the actions of others, whether evil, selfish, or stupid. Do not… EVER expect rational decisions and actions by others. You will be surprised. Trust me on this.
Today…
What’s the wildest thing you’ve done to keep your car running when traditional repairs weren’t an option?
So in my hippy/dippy years I lived for a while in a bread truck. On the way to New Orleans for Mardi Gras loaded with my girlfriend and six or eight hitchhikers my truck quit. At 2am. Near but not enough to Baton Rouge. Well, it’s my truck “what’s wrong with it!?!?” my riders asked. ….
Turns out it wasn’t getting any gas to the engine. So…. fuel pump.
On this engine the fuel pump was on the exterior – the picture is very similar. That arm on the side sat inside the engine on a cam riding up and down. There was a flap valve between the intake (gas tank) and output (engine) and above that was a membrane that was attached to the rocker arm that sucked gas in then pushed it out.
The membrane had ripped. … and here is where we got clever! Someone had a piece of rubber – rubber mat, rubber balloon, maybe a condom – i don’t remember but we used that to replace the membrane and made our way to the party.
Engines were much, much simpler back in the day.
What’s the worst part about living in China?
The important thing about living in China is that if you don’t have your own family and relatives offering you support, and helping you to connect to the society so that you know what’s going on, you’re screwed.
For this reason, most westerners who are single in China are, by definition, screwed.
They might not know it, but they are screwed.
If you marry a Chinese spouse, then that will be better for you, but it also depends on what class he/she belongs to. Yes, China still has class. So, you should have a rough idea of what class your to-be spouse belongs to before you marry, since that will affect your expectations.
Generally, you should know whether they come from an intellectual family, a rural family of farmers, or more recently, business-people.
The reason this will affect you is because you then have a rough idea of their family values, and if you plan on starting a family (most people do when they get married), then you will have an idea of what values are important to your partner, and these values are likely to be passed onto the children. This is especially the case if it is a western man marrying a Chinese woman because women play a far bigger role in teaching the children than men do.
The problem for westerners and non-Chinese who choose not to marry is that they do not really fit into the Chinese social construct because they don’t have families and family relationships. For this reason, the Chinese don’t really trust them.
Without these relationships, they are like flotsam and jetsam floating on the sea.
What is the best customer service that you’ve ever received on an airplane?
Long time ago – 1980’s. I was visiting the USA, on a flight just arrived at O’Hare which permanently stinks of jet fuel on my way to Denver. My ticket was with American and someone had told me “Switch to Continental. They’re really nice.”
I went to the Continental counter. Redhead Miss Rafferty smiled at me and said “We’ve got a flight boarding in 5 minutes – there’s just time to put you on it. Bags first.” It took a while to process my ticket then she said “Gate K 11 and don’t waste any time – they’re waiting for you.” So I raced down the corridor (as crowded as the main street of my home city) into the departure lounge, which was empty except for one stewardess who knew my name and said ”Follow me.” All the way to my seat on the plane – she was flight crew. As I entered the door closed behind me and the aircraft was moving before I was seated.
After take-off the Captain came down to chat with me. Turned out he’d found out I was from New Zealand and he’d had a memorable holiday in my country a year or so earlier. Lots of passengers wondering who I was. I also got “first off” baggage claim on arrival.
When I had the chance to look at a timetable I found out Continental had another flight an hour later they could easily have put me on.
Now that’s service. After I got home I wrote a letter of thanks to the airline. Never got a reply but I wasn’t really expecting one.
In 138 BC, the Chinese emperor Wu sent his trusted ambassador Zhang Qian to the distant lands of Bactria (now northern Afghanistan).
His task was to establish an alliance with the powerful Yuezhi warriors, but the mission turned out to be a total fiasco: during the journey, Zhang Qian was captured by a people of enemy nomads, of whom he remained prisoner for 10 long years (during which he even had a wife and a son). Later he managed to escape and reach the Yuezhi, who however ignored his proposals. Finally, after various vicissitudes, he was able to return to the Chinese capital.
Despite the failure, Zhang Qian’s travels became legendary. It is said that the ambassador brought back to China news of fundamental importance about little-known peoples and lands, which fueled the emperor’s interest. New expeditions were then organized towards the West, thanks to which the doors of trade with the West began to open. For this reason Zhang Qian is considered the father of the “Silk Road”.
What does someone do that makes you believe they are really smart?
I’m not exactly stupid. If IQ tests are to be trusted, mine is over 135.
I’ve known some really smart people.
One of them graduated from university at 17. (In China, the University of Science and Technology of China admits exceptionally gifted kids directly, after a brutally difficult entrance exam.)
But I never felt he was that much smarter than me.
At the very least, we were playing in the same league.
Still, the most intelligent person I’ve ever met in my life was a classmate in college.
He was a quiet, delicate-looking young man — slim, soft-spoken.
He lived like a monk.
Every morning at 6 a.m., he’d get up, head to the cafeteria, buy six steamed buns, fill a military-style canteen with water, and go straight to class.
(At that time, China used military kettles, but in fact almost everyone was using them because they were cheap.)
If there were no lectures, he’d be in the library studying. He wouldn’t return to the dorm until midnight.
I remember noticing in math and physics lectures, he looked like he was paying attention and taking notes, but in reality, he was scribbling down things of his own — stuff I couldn’t begin to understand.
Later, once we got to know each other, he told me that by the time he finished high school, he’d already self-studied math and physics at a graduate level.
His favorite pastime in those three years? Repeatedly working through all seven thick volumes of the “Problems in Mathematical Analysis” by Demidovich.
But is that why I thought he was brilliant?
No. That wasn’t it.
It was because he made the difficult look easy.
Back then, I was a total slacker in college. I rarely studied. But when exams approached, even I had to open a textbook — only to find I couldn’t understand even the worked examples.
Eventually, I realized the most efficient way to study was to ask him for help.
No matter how hard the problem, no matter how lost I was, he could always break it down in a way so simple and clear, even someone like me could instantly get it.
That feeling — I’ll never forget it.
It was… humbling.
It felt like being intellectually crushed.
Like he was gently guiding me: “Now look, kid — I have three candies in my left hand, five in my right. How many candies do I have altogether?”
Solving a tough problem is one thing. But explaining it to someone with very little understanding — someone like me — in a way that makes it click instantly? That takes real brilliance.
(Thirty years later, in a highly specialized field, he’s now a world-leading professor.)
Just for context: the way he looks up to people like Newton, von Neumann, Qian Xuesen, or Gauss — I imagine it’s about the same way I look up to him.
You see, the gap between people can be that huge.
How did Mao Zedong solve the opium addiction problem after taking over?
The mass line is one of CPC’s three magic weapons.
The mass line is a method in which theory is refined by practice, with leadership flowing “to the masses – from the masses – to the masses”. In doing this, a line of feedback is formed between leaders and masses, representing the aggregate interests of ordinary people on their behalf, in a Maoist political line. It is governments role to listen to the scattered ideas of the masses, turn them into systemic ones, and return them back to the people as a guide for action.
The legacy of mass line principles is also reflected in the interpersonal relationships between party officials in local party branches and the people in their jurisdictions. In many localities, county and township-level officials are required to visit villages in their jurisdictions to personally acquaint themselves with residents and their needs.
Let me give you an example.
I have had red Papaver rhoeas growing in my yard for three years and they are very colourful.
In those three years, I was approached by the police a cumulative total of 17 times because my neighbor reported that I had planted Papaver somniferum in my yard.
To avoid any misunderstanding, the police helped me clean up all the Papaver rhoeas in my yard.
Then I switched to Hollyhock in my yard , and then my neighbor reported me for growing marijuana again …… 😅
Even the owners of some small hot pot restaurants in China have been reported countless times by customers because they often mistake the “lanxangia tsaoko” used in hot pot base for “poppy fruit”.
In short, In China, newborn babies are aware of the dangers of drugs, and the fight against drugs is a national consensus.
By the way, China has a very magical grassroots mass self-governing organization, which is more powerful than the FBI, commonly known as the “community neighborhood committee auntie”.
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What are the 7 underrated foods, from anchovies to cabbage, that are worth eating?
My seven picks:
1.
Swede, turnips, parsnips and other root vegetables. At least in continental western Europe these are disregarded as food of times of need. They remind people of the 2nd world war and occupation. Only fairly recently they’ve experienced a comeback thanks to trendy restaurants and have stopped being used mainly as animal fodder.
I think they are great with roasted meats or in mash:
2.
Offal, at least some of it.
I love veal sweetbreads, pig’s feet and tail, liver and duck gizzards.
Sweetbreads in morel sauce is a very fine dish:
Zampone, Italian stuffed pig’s trotter. A New Year’s classic.
3.
Cress:
It livens up any sandwich, is delicious in soup. It has a fresh peppery taste.
4.
Cottage cheese.
Cottage cheese is lean and full of protein and it’s cheap. I like it with honey or cucumber.
5.
Polenta.
Polenta is very popular in Italy and Romania ( mamaliga ). This corn gruel is less known in many regions despite being a good alternative to the eternal potatoes/rice/pasta trio. It pairs perfectly with stews, game and of course osso buco.
6.
Fennel.
This is personal as I didn’t use to like it. We came to terms in Sicily when I discovered the masterpiece that is orange and fennel salad. It works with fish and in a couscous.
7.
Beetroot.
The humble beetroot is versatile. Try it as a salad with mayo, vinaigrette or feta. It is a great companion to smoked fish and makes borscht what it is. The Aussies even put it in their burgers…. But then the sun hits hard down there.
Enjoy 😋
Eternity and the Kettle Song
Written in response to: “Start or end your story with a character making a cup of tea for themself or someone else.“
Hugh Bezemer
How does China plan to address American encirclement by proxy Taiwan Phillipines Japan Korea India Vietnam military?
1. A large number of People’s Liberation Army (PLA) soldiers recently appeared on the streets of Hanoi, the capital of Vietnam, to rehearse for their participation in the country’s Liberation Day on April 30, receiving a warm welcome from the Vietnamese people.
2. On 25 April, a number of Japanese government officials revealed that the Japanese government may resist Trump will be included in the so-called ‘anti-China economic alliance’ plan, because China is Japan’s largest trading partner, most of the commodities and important raw materials need to be imported from China, so Japan will give priority to their own interests.
3. The Chinese Coast Guard recently displayed the national flag at Sandy Cay to declare sovereignty. Only 2.5 kilometers away from Sandy Cay is China’s Thitu Island, which was illegally occupied by the Philippines. In addition, the air force unit where my niece’s husband works recently received an order to carry out a mission on an island in southern China, requiring a wedding banquet to be held in advance. I personally guess that the date for China to retake Thitu Island is approaching.
Lemon Herbed Chicken

Yield: 4 to 6 servings
Equipment
- Pressure Cooker
Ingredients
- 1 (3 pound) chicken, cut up
- Salt and pepper
- 2 to 4 tablespoons vegetable oil or olive oil
- 1 onion, chopped
- 1 tablespoon chopped garlic
- 1 cup chicken broth
- 1/4 cup lemon juice
- 1 cup chopped parsley
- 1/2 cup chopped celery leaves
- 2 teaspoons chopped fresh oregano or 1 teaspoon dry oregano
- 1 teaspoon chopped fresh basil or 1/2 teaspoon dry basil
- 1 cup pitted black olives
- 2 tablespoons flour
- 2 tablespoons cold water
Instructions
- Sprinkle chicken with salt and pepper.
- Heat oil in a 4 or 6 quart Presto pressure cooker. Sauté onion and garlic until tender; remove. Brown chicken a few pieces at a time; set aside.
- Return all chicken to pressure cooker with onion and garlic. Add remaining ingredients except black olives, flour, and cold water. Close pressure cooker cover securely. Place pressure regulator on vent pipe. Cook for 8 minutes, at 15 pounds pressure, with regulator rocking slowly.
- Cool pressure cooker at once. Remove chicken to a warm dish. Add olives to liquid and heat.
- Blend together flour and cold water; add to hot broth. Cook and stir liquid until thickened. Pour sauce over chicken.
Why would someone penny pinch on everything?
I’m a notorious cheapskate. Don’t get me wrong. I would never deny anyone anything. Never shirk responsibility. I just don’t like overpaying.
Why? I’ve been really poor in the past. I’ve been really well off too.
Here’s and example of penny pinching.
My monthly bills are about $1000 a month. No mortgage. An equity account invested in bonds does auto pay on my property tax. My total monthly housing costs are zero.
No car payment . I outright buy them. Dealers hate that.
My income is waaaaaay higher than that.
I was at JC Penney the other day. They were having a 70% off sale. So I bought some towels. A toaster oven. A nice leather belt. On top of that 70% I had a coupon for $30 dollars. “Can be combined with any other offer.” Some had an additional 10% off.
My original total was $310. After 70% off. It was close to $100. Minus the $30 coupon. Plus another $15 off. With tax my end total was $62.
I do that at the supermarket too.
I can’t do that with gas or taxes.
So being I saved over $200 I took my friend Bobby to the all you can eat Chinese buffet. It was $25 each. I hit it on two for one night so he was actually free.
Sushi, ribs, chicken, boy did we pig out.
Then I used my senior discount at the movies. That was damned near free.
I have health insurance as part of my retirement package. Plus Medicare part B. All I ever here out of the doctors is, “No bill, you’re good. It’s covered “ . No copay either. I get one free eye exam and a free pair of glasses every year.
I’m that cheap. Yeah. I could up to a six bedroom house. Drive a Massarati. Go on three cruises a year. Stay in France for a month.
With the veteran endorsement on my license there are no beach fees here. It’s free for me. I have a train station near my house. I hate beach traffic and tolls. So I take the train. Using my senior discount that’s like $3. No gas, tolls or parking costs.
Cheap cheap cheap.
My heirs are probably going to be happy when I kick.
My gf likes it. She thinks it’s hilarious. Like I said. I never deny anybody anything. She just thinks it’s funny when we had a nice dinner with drinks and the whole bill came out to $14. So I give the waiter a nice tip.
My credit card company hates me. It’s got Cash Rewards on it. I use that card for bill pay and everything else. Then I pay off the entire balance.
My statement says I paid $11.32 in interest last year. I got all kinds of free stuff and discounts for using that card.
My health insurance pays my gym membership. So that’s free too.
It’s a game to me. I never do anything illegal or even unethical. I just like to see how low I can get everything. I eat really well. Dress nice. Drive a nice car. Live in a really nice neighborhood.
If you pay attention and do it long enough it becomes a habit.
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Can a company innovate its way out of a crisis it created?
How to go from Zero to Hero?
Lego came back from nearly bankrupt to becoming one of the most powerful brands in the world.
“We are on a burning platform”
Jorgen Vig Knudstorp (former CEO of Lego) told his colleagues. Just a few hours earlier, Knudstorp woke up to the not-so-sweet smell of being the CEO of a company with $800 million in debt.
In the mid-2000s, Knudstorp could see failure. He could hear failure. He could taste failure. But…
Lego had put themselves in this position
Lego had failed to compete against other types of entertainment like video games, smartphone apps, and movies. They had failed to innovate into the right markets. They had failed to realise that they innovated too much into markets that their core customers had little interest in.
To top it off, Lego Designer Mark Stafford explains
“The Lego company at that stage had no idea how much it cost to manufacture the majority of their bricks, they had no idea how much certain sets made.”
The management was a disaster. It was the true definition of a crisis; both internally and externally.
Knudstorp had a fight ahead of him, but he was ready. Lego’s innovation can be described by one simple quote
“If you can’t beat them, join them.”
Lego couldn’t beat the movie industry but… they could make their own movies.
This was innovation. This was genius.
If people liked the movies then they would buy Lego. If people bought Lego, then the company would make a profit and clear its debt.
The Lego Movie was one big advertisement
There’s more too! They could charge people for watching the advertisement. The Lego Movie isn’t free to watch (at least legally) which means that the company would also profit from the movie itself.
This makes the Lego movies the best advertisements in the history of all advertisements and Lego’s innovation has been called
“The greatest turnaround in corporate history.”
If you are interested I will leave a few interesting facts about Lego and their movies in the comments. I hope you enjoyed the story!!
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What is the truth on some Quorans believing that KB Sir is employing several people to do research for answering questions on various subjects and China is helping him pay their salaries?
Naah not on Quora
I admit I collaborate with youngsters in China, Singapore and Malaysia and provide content to 7–8 YouTube Channels now which use voiceover AI effects in English
The pay is quite good
I use my quora answers that are broken down into 6–9 minute video content with suitable editing by AI tools and converted into a Basic Video and uploaded by my business mates 😁
My son suggested this venue for me to actually make some money and reduce the Blood pressure and tension I was having earlier in December
4 channels are now behind Paywalls and there is a steady stream of US Dollars thanks to North American, European and even Indian audiences
Now on Quora, I stick primarily to China and Trade and avoid Modi, Elections or India which I generally share on Youtube where
A. My partners can filter out troll comments easily using a bit of algorithm tweaking
B. Traffic is better
C. I don’t need to actually do anything but send the content and maintain the account in Singapore, even for Chinese
D. The videos are uploaded from Belarus and other servers where it’s impossible to find any link to me
I found that writing my opinions on Quora was a huge headache and not getting me anything much
Now I write non controversial stuff (Before Pahlgam) like China, US China trade, the Canton Fair on Quora while saving the real criticism of India for YouTube where I ACTUALLY GET PAID
However neither am I employing several people to do research nor is China paying me
Adsense and YT are paying us and research is done by these guys pasting my answers on Chatgpt and saying “Which parts are inaccurate. Which parts have been substantiated”
What’s your favorite broccoli dish? Can you share your recipe?
It’s awkward, the broccoli season is hardly over, we had broccoli at least twice a week for four months, and yet, the mere question made me drool.
Gently boil your broccoli and set the vegetable apart, leaving the water because you need it to boil your pasta in. Heat some olive oil in a pan, add a clove of garlic, some chili pepper and a couple of anchovy fillets. Remove the garlic and add the broccoli. Transfer your fresh boiled pasta in the pan, add a cup of water it boiled in and stir. No more, no less. Yes, that is definitely my favourite.
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What are the challenges and ethical concerns with buying products made in China, like issues of forced labor?
I’ve grown tired of refuting such baseless slander against China.
China’s industrial output, even in dollar terms, accounts for 35% of the global total, surpassing the combined output of the 2nd to 10th-ranked countries. In physical terms, it exceeds 50%.
The U.S. generates only 50% of China’s electricity, while China’s steel production outstrips the rest of the world combined.
Over 80% of the world’s smartphones, TVs, gaming consoles, and other electronics are manufactured in China.
China produces more cars annually than the traditional automotive powerhouses—Germany, Japan, and the U.S.—combined.
Shipbuilding, which was less than 5% of the global total 20 years ago, now exceeds the combined output of all other countries.
Out of 525 major industrial products, China leads in output for over 300, and ranks in the top five for the remaining 200.
China deploys more industrial robots than the rest of the world combined.
And you’re telling me this is due to “forced labor”?
It’s not.
It’s the result of year after year of investment in transportation, electricity, and education, and the relentless hard work and learning of the Chinese people.
The annual shipping volume of the Yangtze River alone surpasses the total inland shipping of all other countries.
China produces 6 million STEM graduates annually, which means 60 million over a decade.
China’s education system prioritizes science and engineering, with 50% more doctoral degrees awarded in these fields than in the humanities.
What does this mean? China’s pool of science and engineering talent outnumbers that of Europe, the U.S., Japan, South Korea, and Australia combined.
…
Can’t you read the numbers?
All you know is “forced labor”?
Are we Chinese superhumans? Could “forced labor” achieve this level of strength?
I’m done talking. Keep chatting. I need to go “force myself to work”…
What I can do with HackRF One? All I can see on the internet is unlocking cars doors, can I do more than that?
For people who don’t know what the HackRF One is, it’s basically a programmable radio receiver and transmitter.
You just need to connect it to your computer, install the right program and get to work.
This said, the possible ways to use the HackRF One are numerous and opening car doors is by far not the most interesting one.
I got myself a HackRF because I was looking for a signal generator to test my TSCM (Technical Surveillance Countermeasures) equipment. A normal signal generator costs about USD 50 which is much cheaper than the HackRF but it’s also less fun.
My HackRF One has a so-called “Portapack” attached which allows you to use it without a computer (it runs on a 5W power bank). The program I installed on the Portapack is called “Mayhem” and has some interesting applications. In the picture, the HackRF is in the “transmit” menu.
Here’s a short (and incomplete) list of what the HackRF One can do. Some things aren’t exactly legal, but this device has a very weak transmission output (1 to 3 milliwatt), and unless you’re amplifying the transmitted signal, you won’t be bothered by the police:
- Signal Generator. Like I stated before, it can transmit a Radio Signal anywhere from 1 MHZ to 6 Gigahertz.
- Spectrum Analyzer. You can also scan the same frequency spectrum to detect all kinds of radiofrequency (RF) signals.
- Radio receiver. AM/FM radio, Ham radio, police and military radio traffic, airplane communication, etc.
- Analog TV receiver. You can watch analog TV with it.
- Satellite signal receiver. You can also receive signals from satellites, for example, pictures (from weather satellites) or messages.
- Jammer (illegal!). The Hack RF is able to jam selected frequencies, for example, cell phones.
A jamming signal from the HackRF is picked up by my Spectrum Analyzer.
- GPS spoofing (illegal!). You can transmit your own GPS signal (with any coordinate you want) which may confuse GPS locators nearby.
- Morse Code transmitter. Just put in your text message and the frequency you want to broadcast your message.
- Record and replay radio signals. This is how people open car doors, garage doors, and other RF controlled devices with the HackRF. Just record the signal, save it in the HackRF’s micro SD, and replay it whenever you want to. Needless to say, some of this stuff might be illegal.
- Airplane and ship transponders. You can also receive aircraft transponder data (flight number, location, etc.) and even create your own transponder data and transmit them. Don’t do the latter, you’ll end up in jail!
There are hundreds of more applications, ranging from reading tire pressure data or weather balloon signals to interfering with traffic lights.
Short: the HackRF One is a really interesting device.
Laboratory #6
Written in response to: “Center your story around someone who’s boiling over with anger, frustration, or jealousy.“
Stephen McManus
This story contains themes or mentions of physical violence, gore, or abuse.
“Drs. Lee and Pangilinan, the biocontainment breach protocol has been activated. You will not be able to leave the laboratory before the cleaners arrive,” droned the voice of Artemis, the security A.I.
Reflexively, they looked at the camera wedged into the top corner of the lab.
Pang leaned back his head, which was still covered in thick salt and pepper hair despite being 60 years old, resting it on his desk. “Okay, we have about twenty minutes before they break down that door.” He winced as pain jumped up his arm. “Damn, this hurts. Anyway, biocontainment protocol means we’re about to enter isolation for a very long time or, well, or something else, more permanent.”
Carol stood, looked around at the sterile white walls, the shattered cage, the lifeless body of the monkey and said, pointing across the room, nearly hysterical, “That monkey was dead, okay? I checked it myself! How did that thing escape?!”
Wearily, he responded, “I don’t know, Carol, but it’s a good question. Let me just think for a second. The monkey received version 2.2.33 of regen pathogen R, right?”
Carol frowned as she turned toward him. “Wait, I thought it was supposed to get point 34, not point 33. Are you saying you injected point 33, without cleaning the cage first?”
Pang glowered at her. “Damn it, Carol, this is your fault! Your icy silence is how mistakes like this get made.” He was yelling now, “What happened at Christmas was dumb, but it’s over, okay, at least for me. You should’ve buried your shame or left the lab. Now you may have killed us!”
“Don’t bring that up,” she whispered, shaking her head. The touch of his lips on her neck, the wild intensity of the moment flared up briefly, but she pushed it back down. “We don’t have time for that.”
“Ah, whatever” he said, waving his arms dismissively.
She moved to her computer to review the data. The monkey died two hours before the attack. All of the measurements were accurate. Leaning back in her chair she swiveled and looked at the primate’s corpse. Could it have been in a vegetative state rather than dead? I guess anything is possible. She grabbed a scalpel and a box of clear glass microscope slides. Only one way to find out.
She stepped over Pang’s legs. He rested. Soft snoring accentuated his uneasy sleep. The broken and infected arm was swollen and black, tightening around the sleeve of his lab coat.
Carol stooped to sample the dead monkey after putting on plastic gloves. The thing lay in a pool of dark red blood and brain fragments. She gagged at the smell of putrefaction that wafted over her when she lifted the arm. Suddenly, the monkey’s hand curled and scratched the side of her palm. She screamed, yanked her hand away and stumbled over backwards. The claw had penetrated the thin barrier of the glove and nicked the skin. A tiny drop of blood oozed out.
After washing her hands with warm, soapy water she taped gauze to the wound.
Pang squinted his eyes against the fluorescent lights and said, “Hey, what was that scream? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, I just tried to get some blood from that thing and it twitched and scratched me. It burns like crazy.”
“How long was I out?”
“Maybe a few minutes, not long, but listen, I’ve been thinking. Let’s assume that thing was actually dead. Not deeply unconscious or anything like that, but dead. Think about what just happened. I mean, it came back to life. Are you following me?”
Pang stared at her intently, “Yes.”
She perched on the edge of the desk next to Pang. “But this wasn’t regeneration, this was something else. That, that, thing was no monkey anymore. It was vicious, hostile, like totally insane.”
He nodded his head thoughtfully. “Yeah, so what do you think is going on?”
“Well, we’re talking about two hours from death to whatever happened. We inoculated the monkey roughly twelve hours before it died. The speed that it transformed is astonishing. I mean it’s ten times faster than anything we’ve seen.” She paused, bit the inside of her check, and continued more softly, “What if you’re infected? What if its bite transmitted it to you? I mean, look at your arm.”
His blackened fingers were round as sausages. The lab coat sleeve was so tense the seams in his shoulder were bulging. A foul sulfur smell clung to his body.
Pang looked from his arm to Carol. “You’re right,” he said quietly.
A loud bang shook the lab, jarring them. Light dust drifted from the ceiling. Carol raced to the door to look through the circular glass window. “They’re at the outer security door. They blew it off its hinges! What is going on?”
“Come here, Carol, quickly. This may sound crazy, but I think I know what we have to do. We can’t risk infecting those guards.” He paused, and then looked her hard in the eyes. “You’ve got to kill me before the pathogen does.”
She shook her head in horror. “Please, Pang, no. Don’t say that.”
“Stop it and just listen to me! If you’re right, and I think you are, I’m already dead. It’ll be easy.” He hooked his thumb on his necklace, pulling out a squat metal key and inserted it into the bottom drawer of his desk. He scooted over several inches to give the drawer room to open. Inside was a gray steel box containing several loaded syringes. Carol noticed a photograph of her tucked in the back. It was from a Christmas card. Pang had folded it in half, so her husband was not visible. They both pretended not to see it.
“These are filled mostly with potassium chloride, but also with a sedative and something that paralyzes muscle. This dose will work, trust me, it would put down a rhino. The thing is it has to be injected intravenously, so, I can’t do it myself.” He handed her a couple syringes and said, “Please, Carol, before it’s too late.”
Without thinking she grabbed the two syringes, checked the caps were securely in place, and backed away. They felt heavy in her hand, foreign, dangerous. “I don’t know if I can do that, Nathan.”
Another explosion rocked the lab, this time closer than before. Pang panted, breathing heavily as he spoke. “They just have to get through the door in lab #5 and they’ll be here. If this new pathogen is like the others it cannot survive outside a living host for more than 8 minutes. Please, Carol, you must do it quickly.”
She backed up numbly and bumped into her desk, absently dropping the syringes on the table top. As she sat in the swivel seat, she interlaced her fingers and tried to think. Could I murder Pang? No way. This is crazy. What if he’s wrong? We might not even be infected. I’m not killing anyone.
In desperation she prayed a Hail Mary, and as she did Pang’s body slid quietly to the floor. Just then the shoulder seam popped open, revealing blackened skin covered with coarse hair. His eyes stared blankly. The cowlick in front of his hair line stood defiantly upright.
Her first reaction was relief. Maybe the shame of their encounter could finally begin to heal. She thought of her husband waiting up for her that night. He could see something was wrong. “What happened?” he asked. The intense, forbidden excitement had been followed by profound emptiness, darkness, a deep well of self-loathing. What have I done, she asked herself over and over. She looked at him and said, “Nothing.”
She turned away from Pang’s body, disgusted. The cut on her hand throbbed, so she pressed her other palm against it.
Bang, bang, bang!
Carol jumped at the pounding on the door. Several men in full battle gear stood looking at her through the window. The laser pointer from one of the machine guns shone through the window and was fixed on her chest. She turned slowly, raising her hands, “I’m not armed.”
“Stay back!” one of them commanded, his voice muffled by the thick door and his breathing apparatus. This was followed in rapid succession by, “Breaching door!” and then, “Clear!” and then an explosion. The door flung open as the charge detonated, filling the lab with smoke.
She collapsed down into a ball, squatting on the balls of her feet, arms clasped over her head. Glancing back through the acrid smoke she saw a soldier standing inside the lab with a machine gun pointed at her. The muzzle looked enormous and lethal. Heart pounding, mouth dry, she froze.
Suddenly, she heard a guttural noise behind her. The soldier screamed, “Stay down!”
She turned to see Pang’s reanimated body standing, glaring at her with bloodshot eyes. The hostility in his gaze, the utter hate, was terrifying. She tasted acid in the back of her mouth and a liquid emptiness in her stomach.
The laser sight flew from her chest to Pang’s. Three quick shots, pop pop pop, penetrated him in a tight cluster, right above his heart. His body flew backwards, skidding to a halt next to the monkey.
Now in shock, mouth agape, Carol looked back at the soldier. Two lasers were centered on her heart. Pop pop pop. She was dead before she hit the floor.
“Sergeant Bryant, bag the bodies, including the monkey, and burn the lab. Bring the bodies to the quarantine morgue,” said Artemis.
“Roger that,” replied the sergeant.
It took approximately seventy eight hours before the first zombie escaped from the facility.
What do you know that most people don’t?
18 American elite troops died in the market
What we often hear is that America is famous for its Elite Military Forces in carrying out top secret operational missions.
although it often causes controversy.
Here’s the story guys…
This story takes place in the capital of Somalia, Mogadishu in 1993.
At that time, Somalia was hit by severe famine due to civil war, then the UN, escorted by US troops, came and stated that they had a mission to stop the famine and conflict in the country.
However, the humanitarian mission was blocked by the largest militia group in Somalia at that time, led by Farah Aidid.
Mohammed Farrah Aidid, who later became President of Somalia.
On Aidid’s orders, his group attacked and destroyed UN peacekeeping posts and US military posts in Somalia.
Hearing this news, the furious US central military headquarters immediately ordered the arrest of top leaders of Aidid’s group.
It is known that Aidid’s militia leaders will hold a meeting, the location of the meeting they will attend is already known by US Intelligence, namely in a building in the city of Mogadishu, precisely in Bakara Market .
America also strengthened its reasons for arresting Aidid and his group, on charges of committing war crimes and genocide during the ongoing civil conflict.
Bakara Market is an area of Aidid loyalists, not only selling vegetables, Bakara Market also sells firearms.
The D-Day has arrived.
With the strategy that had been prepared, it was estimated that this arrest operation would not last long, at the latest it would be completed within 90 minutes with the mission of handcuffing all the high-ranking Aidid group officials who were present at the meeting.
On October 3, 1993, America launched an operation that was considered very dangerous, by deploying
- 12 Ground combat vehicles.
- 160 combined soldiers from several special units
- 10th Mountain Division
- 1st Special Force Detachment Delta
- 75th Ranger Regiment .
- 19 helicopters, including the most sophisticated helicopter at that time, the Sikorsky UH-60 Black Hawk.
This operation was carried out at exactly 1 pm.
US troops surrounded the target location, helicopters flew low over Bakara Market to drop troops.
It turns out that the Somali militia was also prepared, they already knew about the movement of US troops towards the Bakara market.
The militia group had informants placed around the US base to monitor movements, so the militia knew when the US was on their way.
As the helicopter was flying low to drop troops, Somali militia fired an RPG rocket and hit the helicopter’s tail.
The most sophisticated helicopter at that time, the Black Hawk, circled out of control above the city of Mogadishu and crashed right at a road intersection.
seen children riding on the propeller of a fallen black hawk.
A convoy of US troops riding in land vehicles was also attacked from various directions.
Somali militia troops continue to arrive at Bakara Market in massive numbers.
A fierce exchange of fire took place between the militia and US soldiers.
Not just one..
About 20 minutes after the first Black Hawk helicopter crashed, Somali militia managed to shoot down another Black Hawk helicopter with an RPG attack and it crashed in the middle of a residential area.
This RPG guy is really good at it, he never misses.
It is reported that the pilot of the second helicopter that crashed is still alive and needs rescue assistance.
Then an emergency rescue was carried out.
By deploying two Delta Elite Sniper troops, Master Sergeant Gary Gordon and Sergeant First Class Randy Shughart.
Unfortunately, the 2 snipers who were deployed to save the pilot were killed after 10 minutes of gunfire while protecting the position of the crashed helicopter.
The helicopter pilot who needed help survived with only injuries, he was captured by Aidid’s militia, and detained for 11 days.
Michael Durant, Helicopter Pilot Captured by Militia.
The bodies of the 2 Elite Delta Force Snipers who died while saving the pilot were paraded around by angry residents who tied ropes to their bodies and then pulled by a crowd.
Towards evening the situation became increasingly uncontrollable, the US troops were increasingly surrounded. The number of militias that arrived increasingly overwhelmed the US troops, in the midst of the panic the casualties continued to fall.
The capture plan with a short estimated time turned into the darkest day for the US army, the target time for the mission to be completed in 90 minutes turned out to be far off by 18 hours, surrounded in a city that turned into hell.
Mogadishu residents took action to close all access roads in and out of the city to make it difficult for soldiers to leave.
Putting the American troops in a very difficult situation, they tried desperately to resist the increasingly large militia that surrounded them until dawn.
Rescue Mission.
Knowing that two of its helicopters had crashed and a number of its soldiers had been killed and were still surrounded until nightfall, the US military at the command center asked for help from the UN peacekeeping force, UNOSOM II, to evacuate their soldiers by land.
Early in the morning of October 4, 1993, the UN sent rescue aid by deploying hundreds of personnel and 70 combat vehicles from several countries.
UNOSOM II troops experienced difficulties when trying to enter the city because the access roads were barricaded by residents.
During the rescue mission carried out by UNOSOM II, one peacekeeping force from Malaysia and Pakistan lost its life.
The impact of this incident
3 days after the battle, on October 7, 1993, the newly elected US President Bill Clinton ordered a halt to all combat operations against the Somali militia except for self-defense.
Bill Clinton also cancelled the mission to capture Aidid, he stated that all US troops would be withdrawn from Somalia by the end of March 1994.
The UN followed by withdrawing all UNOSOM II peacekeeping troops from Somalia in 1995.
This horrific event became the starting point for the significant development and improvement of the United States Special Operations Forces.
Number of battle casualties
- America: 19 dead, 73 injured.
- UNOSOM II: 2 peacekeepers killed.
- Somalia: Estimated 300–500 killed including civilians, 2000 injured.
This story was documented in a film entitled Black Hawk Down.
The helicopter pilot who crashed and was captured earlier is still alive, guys, he was an advisor during the making of the film Black Hawk Down.
I think this is scary… the capture mission turns into a rescue mission, saving elite troops too.
US Consumers Are FURIOUS | Most Ridiculous Fees Ever
Do the Australians feel ashamed and or embarrassed that Chinese warships came so close to Australian land? What could the Australians have done both diplomatically and militarily, to prevent Chinese warships from coming close to Australian waters?
The PLA was conducting live-fire exercises in the Tasman Sea, and the designation of the area as a no-fly zone will be normalized.
Australians don’t need to feel ashamed or embarrassed. You will gradually get used to it.
The Taiwanese and Japanese have the same mental journey:
- In the past, when PLA fighters flew near Taiwan, Taiwan air force would immediately launch fighters to follow and drive them away. Later, PLA fighters flew near Taiwan every day, even once every hour. The Taiwan Air Force said that they did not have enough pilots and fighters were very fuel-consuming when taking off, so they stopped accompanying them.
- Later, the Japanese also enjoyed this treatment. PLA fighters flew near Japanese airspace every day, and the Japanese Air Self-Defense Force also went from sending fighters to accompany them every time to becoming accustomed and numb. Now they are too lazy to even make verbal protests.
You see, the Japanese and Taiwanese have precedents, so the Australians will also go from being shocked to becoming accustomed to it, and finally becoming numb.
Australians are very open-minded. If they cannot resist being raped, they will slowly enjoy the process of being raped. 😁😁😁
Kentucky Colonel Chicken

Equipment
- Pressure Cooker
Ingredients
- 1 cup shortening
- 1 tablespoon butter
- 1 whole chicken, cut into 8 pieces (cook 4 at a time and reuse shortening)
- 3 cups all-purpose flour
- 1 1/2 tablespoons salt
- 1 1/2 tablespoons pepper
- 2 tablespoons Lawry’s seasoning salt
- 3 eggs, beaten (or more if needed)
Instructions
- Clean chicken parts and remove skin if desired.
- Place shortening and butter in pressure cooker.
- Mix dry ingredients in a shallow bowl.
- Beat eggs in another shallow bowl.
- Heat pressure cooker over medium to medium high heat.
- Put chicken in flour mixture. Dip into egg, then into flour again. When oil is hot, add 4 pieces and brown on one side; turn. Remove chicken and add the remaining four pieces. Brown on one side; turn. Add all the chicken to the pressure cooker. Close cooker. Bring up pressure and cook for 5 to 7 minutes with pressure rocking slowly.
- Let pressure drop of its own accord for 5 minutes.
- Release remaining pressure under faucet.
- Drain on paper towels.
What is a scientific fact that amazes you?
It’s exactly what it sounds like: a mummified dog trapped inside a tree.
The question remains: How did he end up in there?
The loggers found the petrified dog when they cut the top off an oak tree and went to load it onto their truck.
Since he is a hunting dog, it is assumed that he was chasing some prey, the prey went into a hole in the tree and he went after it, but got stuck when the tree narrowed. Evidently, there was no one to help him, so he remained until the loggers found him.
Why didn’t it decompose?
Normally, when a person or animal dies, the microorganisms in the body are free to roam free, as they are no longer controlled by biological processes. Without these defense mechanisms, they begin to eat away at the body, and then the microorganisms in the intestine begin the process of putrefaction. They grow, reproduce, and begin to take over the body. This is the disgusting part. The body swells and rots. Then bacteria, fungi, insects, and other animals begin to feed on the remains.
But that’s not what happened to the dog inside the tree that would become his coffin. Oak contains tannin, which is used to dye animal skins and prevent decay. Tannin is a natural “desiccant,” a material that absorbs moisture and dries out the surroundings.
The low humidity environment stopped microbial activity. And no microbial activity means no spoilage.
He is now on display at Southern Forest World, locked in an eternal struggle to catch whatever caused his predicament.
How will tariffs convince the rest of the world to buy more American products, particularly when American products aren’t viewed as high quality as around the world (cars being a great example)?
I think that Trump does not think that Tariffs work that way. He does not care about what the world thinks or buys. He wants the American people to stop buying imported goods, and he wants American corporations stop to produce abroad. They shall make their things in America. In order to achieve that, he increases prices of imported goods.
If you look at this with a sober view, you see how stupid that is. Let’s assume that it costs 20% less to assemble a Chevrolet in Mexico than it costs to assemble it in the U.S.. Now Trump puts a 45% tariff on imported cars from Mexico. This increases cost for Chevrolets from Mexico by 45% at once. To shift production from Mexico to the U.S. takes at least two years, if not longer – and costs GM lots of money. So, first thing to happen: Cars become more expensive in the U.S.. Everybody who buys a car in the U.S. starts to pay additional taxes to the government. So the Republican Party is increasing taxes for about everybody – this isn’t what they were elected for, don’t you think. And even when all U.S. car makers have started making their cars in the U.S., they stay expensive, because that is the reason why they are not made in the U.S. anymore.
And putting high tariffs on everything vandalizes supply chains. When the Ukraine war broke out, BMW suddenly faced problems, because it seems that they were sourcing most of their harnesses for their cars in Ukraine. So they had problems to make their cars and were desperately searching for alternative sources. This is difficult, because these harnesses were tailor made for BMW, you cannot simply buy other parts elsewhere. So, the U.S. car industry not only needs to relocate, they also need to significantly increase their production depth. Make everything in the US instead of buying it elsewhere. This is insane, cars are not made this way. The only company I know which basically made all parts on their own, was AvtoVAZ (LADA), back in the Soviet Union. Do you want your cars made like that?
Sir Whiskerton and the Teleporting Teapot: A Tale of Abstract Absurdity, Feline Ennui, and a Very Confused Dog
Ah, dear reader, prepare yourself for a tale so bizarre, so utterly avant-garde, that even the scarecrow would question its artistic merit. Today’s adventure begins with a teapot, a paintbrush, and a certain abstract artist whose latest creation flung our beloved Sir Whiskerton into the wild world of modern art—where the only thing more confusing than the exhibits was the price tags. So, grab your beret (or a sensible hat, if you prefer), and join us for Sir Whiskerton and the Teleporting Teapot: A Tale of Abstract Absurdity, Feline Ennui, and a Very Confused Dog.
The Artistic Catastrophe Begins
It was a tranquil morning on the farm—or at least, as tranquil as it could be with Artist Agnes setting up her easel in the middle of the barnyard, her beret perched precariously atop her head and her smock splattered with what might have been paint (or possibly jam).
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“Behold!” Agnes declared, gesturing dramatically at a plain white teapot. “Today, I shall capture its soul!”
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“It’s a teapot,” Sir Whiskerton muttered from his sunbeam. “Its soul is ‘hot water containment.’”
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“Ah, but you see, Sir Whiskerton!” Agnes twirled her brush. “Art is not about what is—it’s about what could be!”
And with that, she began painting.
Her strokes were wild, her colors clashed gloriously, and her muttered commentary included phrases like “Yes… the teapot yearns for freedom!” and “The handle… it screams in existential agony!”
Finally, she stepped back, breathless. “It is finished.”
The teapot, now a swirling vortex of neon paisley and geometric nonsense, pulsed faintly.
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“Uh,” Porkchop the Pig squinted. “Is it supposed to… glow?”
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“Of course!” Agnes beamed. “That’s the magic of art!”
Sir Whiskerton, ever the skeptic, tapped the teapot with his paw.
POOF.
In a flash of psychedelic light, he vanished.
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“…Well,” Rufus the Radioactive Dog tilted his head. “That’s new.”
Sir Whiskerton vs. Modern Art
Sir Whiskerton landed with a dignified thud in the middle of a pristine white gallery, surrounded by humans in black turtlenecks sipping tiny cups of espresso.
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“Ah!” A critic gasped, adjusting his glasses. “This installation is brilliant! A bold statement on feline ennui!”
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“I’m not an installation,” Sir Whiskerton hissed. “I’m a detective.”
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“Ooh, meta-commentary!” The critic scribbled in his notebook. “The cat rejects the label, thus becoming the art!”
Nearby, a plaque read:
“Untitled (Cat in Gallery) – A meditation on the futility of existence. Medium: Live Animal. Price: $50,000.”
Sir Whiskerton’s tail puffed. “Fifty thousand? I’m worth at least double that.”
Meanwhile, back on the farm…
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“I should probably fix this,” Agnes mused, poking the teapot.
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“Or,” Rufus grinned, wagging his tail, “I could also touch it?”
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“Rufus, NO—”
POOF.
Rufus materialized in the same gallery—right on top of a “minimalist” sculpture (which was really just a single brick on a pedestal).
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“PERFORMANCE ART!” Someone in the crowd cheered.
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“I live for this!” Rufus barked, knocking over the brick. “Modern art is EASY!”
The crowd erupted in applause. By lunchtime, Rufus was trending on social media as “The Postmodern Doggo.”
The Great Escape (and the Moral of the Story)
Sir Whiskerton, now trapped in a gallery where people kept trying to interpret his yawns as “deep symbolism,” hatched a plan.
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Step 1: Knock over the teapot (now inexplicably displayed as “Vessel of Temporal Displacement”).
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Step 2: Dodge the security guards (who moved very slowly, as if they were part of the exhibit).
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Step 3: Touch the teapot again.
POOF.
He reappeared on the farm—right as Agnes was attempting to “fix” the teapot by painting more swirls on it.
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“Agnes,” Sir Whiskerton said flatly. “Never. Do that. Again.”
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“But art!” Agnes swooned.
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“Art is chaos with a frame,” Sir Whiskerton grumbled. “And I’ve had enough chaos for one day.”
Rufus, meanwhile, teleported back covered in stickers from an “interactive exhibit.”
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“I’M A MASTERPIECE!” he howled.
The Moral of the Story
Art, like magic teapots, can take you places you never expected—but sometimes, the best masterpieces are the ones that don’t teleport you into a pretentious gallery.
Post-Credit Scene
Agnes, undeterred, unveils her next project: A Self-Portrait Fork. The farm animals immediately evacuate.
Best Lines
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“I’m not an installation, I’m a detective!” – Sir Whiskerton, very done with modern art.
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“PERFORMANCE ART!” – Rufus, destroying a $10,000 “sculpture.”
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“Art is chaos with a frame.” – Sir Whiskerton, now an accidental art critic.
Starring
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Sir Whiskerton (Reluctant Art Exhibit)
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Rufus the Radioactive Dog (Viral Performance Artist)
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Artist Agnes (Chaos in a Beret)
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The Teapot (MVP of Abstract Nonsense)
P.S.
Remember: If your teapot starts glowing, don’t touch it—unless you want to be critiqued by a man in a turtleneck.
Africa Gets A Wake Up Call From The U.S – China Trade War
Yes. The world is learning. Especially Africa.
