(Repost) The rK Selection Theory applied to American Politics

Have you ever wondered why there is such a lack of commonality in political discourse today? In America, you are either a Trump-supporter or not. There is absolutely no bridge or commonality between the two groups. It is almost as if there is one type of person who is composed of fire, and the other type of person is composed of water. Why is this?

Well, there is a theory that precisely explains this dichotomy of behavior. This theory is called the “r/K Selection Theory in Evolutionary Ecology”, and it is based on the observed survival behaviors of  creatures.

This post is primarily concerned with the application of the r/k Selection Theory as it is applied to mass mob psychology in the United States today.

Introduction

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Can you imagine an idea or a concept so shocking that it is banned from publication? Like, for instance, the idea that the earth orbited the sun, or that high voltages can alter gravity? Well, there is a theory that is actually banned from public distribution.  This theory is banned on TED, Facebook and Yahoo’s advertising platforms, for being too effective at supporting conservative ideals. Yet, the theory itself really isn’t political at all.

It is a theory that simply states that a given species, over time, will evolve by developing their own survival strategies.

Turtles behave the way they do, because it is the best way for them to survive in this world. Bees behave the way that they do because it is the best way for them to survive in this world. Giraffes behave the way that they do because they too have developed the best way to survive int his world.

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What is interesting is that people who have studied American politics have noted that various human groups or organizations have also adapted these same strategies. They have done so organically. It wasn’t planned, it has just evolved that way. As such, they are both awed and disgusted in how it is playing out.

Politics

This theory, when applied to political organizations and objectives, directly defines the behavior of the organization. It asserts that both Conservatism and Liberalism are a programmed psychology. It bases this fundamental and foundational premise on the behaviors of known population groups.

Liberalism, no matter what it’s current name is, is designed to exploit resource excess within our populations.

Conservatism, no matter what branch or ideology,  is designed to benefit  competitive groups that succeed in group competition.

Science

The r/K Theory is a well established theory with a great pedigree. However, it is not applied to political belief structures. It is applied to species under the assumption that every member of the species falls into only one strategy.

This is a pretty BIG assumption.

As such, typically, it is assumed that humans are a K-strategy species. This is because we maintain a traditional family environment. Now, if this were true than any deviance from this would be an aberration. Wouldn’t it?

I argue that humans are not a fully developed species. Rather, we are a species in flux with significant membership in both survival strategies. In the United States we have two (apparently) equally divided segments of the population. One embracing the r-strategy and the other embracing the K-strategy.

The  r-selected Reproductive Strategy

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In the “r/K Selection Theory in Evolutionary Ecology”, if you provide a population with free resources, those who will come to dominate the population will exhibit five basic traits. These traits are called an r-selected Reproductive Strategy. These traits are all designed to best exploit the free resource availability. In nature, the r-selected strategy is best seen in the rabbit, which lives in fields of grass it will never fully consume. The five traits are,

  • Competition and risk avoidance.
  • Promiscuity.
  • Low-investment single parenting.
  • Earlier age of sexualization of young.
  • No loyalty to in-group.

These traits are ultimately designed to maximize the numbers of offspring produced. Each of these offspring, though of lesser fitness, will be able to survive and reproduce freely themselves, due to the free resource availability.

The K-selected Reproductive Strategy.

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In r/K Theory, there is also a strategy that is exactly opposite to the rabbit’s. This strategy emerges under conditions of resource scarcity. It is called the K-selected Reproductive Strategy.

There, where resources are scarce, competition for resources is everywhere. As a result, some individuals will die due to failure in competition. This produces the K-strategy, which is best seen in the wolf. This strategy also has five psychological traits. These traits are…

  • Competitiveness/aggressiveness/protectiveness.
  • Mate monopolization/monogamy.
  • High-investment two-parent child-rearing.
  • Later age of sexualization of young.
  • High loyalty to in-group.

This psychology is designed to form highly fit and competitive groups that succeed in group competition. It does this while capturing and monopolizing the fittest mate possible. This is a way of making their offspring genetically fitter than those of competitors.

Here, the goal is NOT to simply consume as much as possible yourself and produce as many baby-making machines as you can, with little regard to their fitness. No.

Here, the goal is to help your group succeed in its competition for the scarce resources, and then produce offspring of as high a fitness as possible, so they may carry your genes forward by succeeding in competition themselves.

Application to American Politics

The premise of this theory is that all of politics is really a battle between the K-strategist wolves within our society against the r-strategist rabbits. The wolves are designed to battle in a world of scarce resources and fierce competition, and the rabbits, are designed to freely graze the bounty of a sudden resource glut and rapidly explode in numbers to exploit such a glut.

Without labeling which political party is which, can you the reader, guess which political party is which?

The r-strategist rabbits want free food and a life of ease and abundant free sex. They want as many of their ilk as possible to share in the abundance. They want to produce as many offspring as possible, as fast as possible, without regard to offspring quality.

That’s right. The r-strategy fits the American Democrat party that is populated with Socialists, Progressives, and Liberals. Truthfully, Marxists are r-strategy rabbits in that they expect boundless support from the wealthy and successful.

The K-strategist wolves want order and defined limits on behavior. They want traditional two-parent families, and meaningful education and training for their young. They are competitive and protective of family, sexually selective and monogamous, imbued with regard for two parent family life, desirous that offspring wait until mature to mate, and loyal to in-group are designed to produce highly fit and competitive offspring, designed to compete in an environment of resource scarcity.

As you might have guessed, the K-strategy fits the American Republican party that is populated with Conservatives, Libertarians, and Neocons.

The K-selected Wolf

Let’s look at the K-strategy in more detail.

Wolves are a quintessential K-strategist species. Wolves are competitive and protective, because they must fight for food to survive. They carefully select the fittest mate, and monopolize that fit mate, so that their offspring will be as genetically fit as possible, relative to peers.

Both the male and the female have the same understanding that they are monogamous and will both mutually support the family and raise their children to the be the best. They will strive to teach their children to be as competitive as possible. Their children, if successful, will become dominant and would the best likelihood of successful procreation with the best and most suitable member of the opposite sex.

Traditional Family Values…

As such, they embrace two-parent family values, as offspring are reared carefully in a loving and supportive pack/family environment. This is so they will have the best chance of succeeding themselves in their own competitions. These values have been honed and proven over many generations. They rely on the proven techniques that provide the best likelihood of success. They typically shun new and unproven ideas as they carry a great risk of catastrophic failure.

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Traditional family meals are maintained as a means to maintain communication through the generations and to help instill important family values. The roles of both the father and the mother are maintained. The children learn how families work and the roles that they too will grow into.

Such things as family meals, family traditions, and traditional roles are all considered important. The man is expected to work, and the woman is expected to take care of the home and provide a nurturing environment for the children.

Trditional roles
A traditional gender role found in the United States that views males as being responsible for the economic support and protection of the family. Housewife. A traditional gender role found in the United States that views females as responsible for child-rearing and domestic activities.

Competitive Schooling…

They do not allow offspring to mate until mature and proven in competition, so any immaturity will not lead to their offspring securing sub-par monogamous mates. The children are continuously educated and tested to make sure that they understand their roles and how to support and provide for the needs of the family.

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The Chinese are very traditional and typically follow a K-strategy. School and education is very important to the Chinese, as well as all of the other Asian communities.

Schooling and education is treated  as of great importance. The subjects studied have a practical purpose and is intended in creating a long lasting and stable source of income from which the family can utilize to thrive.

They train and develop loyalty to the team…

Team work is very important to the K-strategist. They train and learn how to cooperate and work together to the mutual benefit of all. Everyone is expected to perform a role, and to do it to the best of their ability.

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Strong loyalty to the pack…

Finally, they develop a strong pack-loyalty to maximize the chances of their pack’s competitive success, and by extension, their own. Males evolve to be courageous and strong as they set out to provision the family and absorb any risk, while females carefully nurture offspring back at the den.

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The r-selected Rabbit

Rabbits are quintessential r-strategists. Rabbits live in fields of grass they never fully exhaust.

Their goal is to produce as many offspring as quickly as possible. They flee from danger, because to fight for food that they can get elsewhere is an unnecessary risk.

Hugh Hefner
Hugh Hefner is a typical r-strategy Liberal. CANNES, FRANCE: Playboy magazine president Hugh Hefner (C) poses with playmates 14 May 1999 on the steps of the Palais des Festivals before the screening of their movie “Entrapment” in selection for the 52nd Cannes Film Festival. (ELECTRONIC IMAGE) (Photo credit should read PASCAL GUYOT/AFP/Getty Images)

They mate promiscuously with any mate, because their goal is solely to reproduce, absent concerns for genetic quality – when resources are everywhere, even the most defective offspring can find food, mate, and pass genes forward.

While males are off mating as often as possible, females raise offspring alone, and quickly send them on their way to whelp a new litter.

Begin having sex at an earlier age…

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The r-strategy depends on children becoming sexually active at an earlier age. Here they can become a parent earlier and then begin to produce babies every nine months if possible.

Offspring begin having sex early, to maximize numbers of their own offspring. They have sex early and produce children often. Often their preference is not to work, but rather to “be with their children”, when the fact is that often their is no father that is earning money enabling them to stay home.

Instead, they become wards of the state, living off the public trust.

Welfare mother
Here is a single mother on welfare. She is surrounded by her eight children from numerous fathers. Not one of the fathers live with her, nor visit their children. She fully expects the government trough to feed, clothe and shelter her. She thrives in a nation that is dominated by a President or political system that is r-strategist dominant.

Loyalty to in-group is unknown to the rabbit, because there is no competition for resources, since resources are everywhere.

Men will become more feminine…

Men who are overly promiscuous do not need to concentrate on strength or skills. Instead they need to concentrate in abilities that permits them to attract as many females as possible. Thus, to a K-strategist wolf they appear odd, and even shameful. They do not act like a member of their species should act. They are a perverted distortion of the ideal.

Obama on bicycle
Here is former President Obama on a bicycle. He is a prime example of a r-strategist rabbit who has fully embraced the strategies for survival. Note that other r-strategist media has fully endorsed this behavior as MANLY and very masculine. Which is obviously opposite of the viewpoint of the K-strategist wolves. You can read their PRAISE of the “ruggedly masculine” President Obama HERE. Some quotes…
In an editorial earlier this week the New York Times gushed over photographs of President Obama riding his bicycle at Martha’s Vineyard, at one point exclaiming the president was an example of “rugged masculinity gone wild!”

“If Obama rode his bike into my neighborhood I’d make him have sex with me in the street!” 

After MSNBC’s Chris Matthews showed Obama’s bicycle photographs on his show Hardball, he trembled as he spoke to his guests. “I admit,” he snickered, “when I saw these pictures I felt a scorching-hot sensation shooting up my inner thigh and into my groin. And believe you me, my wife took advantage of that situation…if you know what I mean.”

The enthusiasm over the bicycle photographs stretches from media outlets coast to coast. The Boston Globe dubbed the photographs a “toxic elixir that soothes the aching heart” while the San Francisco Chronicle fawned, “If ever there was a time when America needed a macho, in-your-face, physical example of aggressiveness and old fashioned male moxie, that time is now and the man is Barack Obama.”

While the r-strategist rabbits might fawn and be enthralled with an impressive display of rabbit-like qualities, the K-strategist wolves take the opposite point of view. To them, this is perversion of the highest order.

Indeed, over time the r-strategist rabbits begin to adapt female behaviors and mimic the female gender. To make them stand out from the multitudes of like minded males, they create strategies to set themselves apart.

As such their strategies are those that appeal to the females of the species. They create other genders and dress, that on the surface appear silly, but who’s sole function is to fundamentally bring attention to them and their actions. They promote issues that appeal to the female gender, and downplay or even ridicule masculine traits.

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Among r-strategists, males will tend to exhibit smaller, more feminine, less robust physical qualities. This is both to better facilitate fleeing and for showy displays of flash and beauty, to facilitate mate attraction, and mating.

While this is going on with the male gender, there are also changes with the female gender.

Females would tend to be bigger and more aggressive…

Whether it is rabbits or humans, those who follow the r-strategist end up compensating for their weaknesses. In a world where the male is feminine and abandons the children to engage in promiscuous behavior, the mother must compensate by becoming larger and more aggressive. This means that they will become larger, fatter, and more muscular. They will start producing more testosterone rather than progesterone and that will result in numerous changes to their body shapes and behaviors.

The changes in testosterone will make them more belligerent and aggressive. The reduction in progesterone would tend to make their biology rebalance itself towards a heavier and fatter (read “pear shape”) body.

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The r-strategist females, by contrast will tend to grow big, assertive, and ill-tempered, to better occupy a more masculine family role, provisioning and protecting the offspring they raise alone.

Political Censorship

It’s funny how things work out. You try to restrict access to knowledge, people eventually want to find out what you want to keep hidden. I, myself, only really learned about the r/K strategy when it became a restricted subject content.

I personally, don’t know why.

Those who are trying to restrict dissemination of this theory are typically very liberal, or progressive-liberal in political philosophy. Yet, the strategy of the liberals fit the r-strategy exactly.

Heck, even ultra-liberal and Democrat donor, Hugh Hefner and his “Playboy” empire, used the rabbit as his symbol for his philosophy.

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Here is a picture of Hugh Hefner with some of his r-strategist “bunnies”. He broke through the traditional United States K-strategist model by legitimizing r-strategist behaviors.

As of 2018, the American Democrats want…

  • Unlimited migration to the United States.
  • No limits on free access to food, shelter, medical services.
  • No limitations on birthing and abortions on demand.
  • Supportive of multiple genders and alternative lifestyles.
  • Supportive of sex at very young ages.
Hugh Hefner on the tarmac
Here is Hugh Hefner and some of his r-strategist “bunnies” on the tarmac for a photo shoot. He actively promoted the hedonism of the r-strategist lifestyle and made millions of dollars in the process, as well as had a lot of fun in the process.

The more conservative members of the political spectrum are just being K-strategy wolves. They just want to be left alone, with their family. They want to live their life and not have their precious and limited resources siphoned off by multitudes of people who did not work for their labors.

The Problems and Source of Conflict

When the fields are filled with grass, and the rabbits can multiply at will, happiness reigns. The wolves tend to keep to themselves and all is good. However, problems invariably arise when the rapid population growth of the r-strategy rabbits depletes the food supply…

This results in a condition whereas the resources are scarce, and the wolves will have to use their superior survival techniques to exist. Of course, the r-strategist rabbits will complain and squeal. They will redouble their strategy. They will try to overwhelm the resources in an effort to control the K-strategy members.

Chart of the r/K strategic behavior.
No matter what the species or political division, all interactions between the two strategies; the r-strategy and the K-strategy ends up the same in the end. The r-strategy eventually consumes the resources as they are never infinite. The moment they start to deplete the resources, their numbers start to decrease while the K-strategists engage in corrective behaviors. Eventually there is a point of obvious conflict, and a gradual extinction of the r-strategist individuals.

They will try to increase their numbers rapidly. They will do everything to unleash the abundance of the land and make it possible to produce even more offspring.

The K-strategist wolves will, of course resent that their resources are being consumed by those who are undeserving. For they neither labored for the resources, or qualify for the resources through membership or participation.

Eventually, conflict arises.

There is always a very contentious and often bloody conflict. While the r-strategist rabbits will try to overwhelm the K-strategist wolves though sheer numbers and vocal screaming, the wolves will eventually win. That is because they have trained their entire lives to be superior. They have perfected techniques of warfare and conflict. While the r-strategist rabbits have been enjoying life and a bountiful harvest, the K-strategist wolves have been working, preparing and getting ready for conflict.

The loss of the freedom to defend yourself and the liberty to live your life is what often suffers under progressive democrat control.
Know your history. This is what really happens when a particular group comes to power and their enemies are disarmed. It is never pretty.

This is a cycle that repeats itself over an over though the course of history. It is advisable that we listen to the lessons that can be learned here.

Another Opinion

This was drafted by Charles Hugh Smith via OfTwoMinds blog. Rather than attribute the rise and fall of human civilization to the push and pull of r/K strategies, he suggests that it is the social construct that is at fault;

The dynamics of decadence are easy to understand: as affluence becomes the norm that is widely assumed to be permanent, shared purpose and sacrifice for the common good is replaced by self-absorbed decadence and an ethos of maximizing personal gain.

In his seminal essay The Fate of Empires, Sir John Glubb listed these core dynamics of imperial decline:

(a) A growing love of money as an end in itself.

(b) A lengthy period of wealth and ease, which makes people complacent. They lose their edge; they forget the traits (confidence, energy, hard work) that built their civilization.

(c) Selfishness and self-absorption.

(d) Loss of any sense of duty to the common good.

Glubb included the following in his list of the characteristics of decadence:

-- An increase in frivolity, hedonism, materialism and the worship of unproductive celebrity.

-- A loss of social cohesion.

-- The willingness of an increasing number to live at the expense of a bloated bureaucratic state.

Glubb’s list may at first glance be largely psychological--self-aggrandizement and a focus on hedonistic pursuits--but the dynamics of decadence have economic, political and social ramifications.

First and foremost, the aristocratic financial and political elites secured their position at the expense of social mobility by erecting barriers that protect them from competition and accountability. In effect, they eliminated the risk posed by change by rigging the system to their benefit.

To fund their extravagant lifestyles, they took more of the earnings of those below them, widening the inequality between the aristocracy and commoners to extremes. Historian Peter Turchin reports that where the patricians of the Roman Republic had 10 or 20 times the wealth of an average Roman citizen, by the late Empire the elites possessed up to 200,000 times the wealth of the average commoner.

The heavier burdens on the productive class and the decay of social mobility divested commoners of a financial stake in the system, and the concentration of political power in an oligarchy disenfranchised them of political influence.

When social mobility and shared purpose are lost, there is little motivation to contribute to a system that benefits the few at the expense of the many. People respond by reducing their productive participation and becoming dependents of the state, a phase captured by the phrase Bread and Circuses in the late Roman era, when a significant percentage of the Rome’s populace received free bread and access to costly entertainments in exchange for their political compliance.

Disenfranchised commoners with few prospects for advancement form a volatile political class; a small event can trigger a non-linear explosion that threatens the stability of a status quo that benefits the few at the expense of the many. To counter this threat, the elites bought the compliance and complicity of the masses with Bread and Circuses. As Glubb noted, the willingness to live off the state is a reflection of general decadence; if there is no other hedonistic pursuit within financial reach, then Bread and Circuses will do.

As the eventual collapse of decadent empires attests, Bread and Circuses are no substitute for social mobility, low barriers to accumulating capital and a political stake in the system. In the present era of decadence, Universal Basic Income (UBI) is the modern equivalent of Bread and Circuses. But buying off the disenfranchised doesn’t transform an unstable system into a stable system; it merely masks the instability for a time.

The core belief of decadent eras is that the status quo is so powerful and permanent that it can withstand the predations of the few and the Bread and Circuses lavished on the many.

This is of course a false confidence. Every status quo is a social construct that is inherently non-linear. The decline of productive sectors, the divestiture of commoners from ownership of productive assets and the political disenfranchisement of commoners hollow out the economy and the society.

These dynamics of decadence weaken the social and economic order, creating conditions that favor a loss of faith in the status quo and the failure of key institutions.

Takeaways

  • In the United States today is a build up between two survival techniques utilized by the human species.
  • Typically, the r-strategist survival technique, is a “service for self” strategy based upon living in an area of abundance. It permits a hedonistic lifestyle. Which in itself is great fun, as we humans are genetically programmed to procreate. However, it is only viable as long as the resources are not restricted.

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  • Typically the K-strategist survival technique is a “service for others” strategy that permits procreation in a land of scarcity.
  • The r/K Theory is often censored from many American-based progressive software outlets.
  • Famous r-strategist members include Hugh Hefner, Harvey Weinstein, Bill Clinton and Barrack Obama.
  • Famous K-strategist members include Erwin Rommel, Clint Eastwood, John Wayne, Judge Judith Sheindlin (Judge Judy), Donald Trump and Bruce Willis.

FAQ

Q: What is better, r-strategy or K-strategy?
A: Neither or both. It depends on the environment. If there is an endless supply of resources, then the r-strategy is better. If the resources are scarce, or they fluctuate, then obviously the K-strategy is superior.

Q: Can American democrats be K-strategist wolves? 
A: There was a time when the American democrat party was dominated by K-strategist individuals. For instance, when the democrat party founded the KKK, they were very family oriented and reacted to the changes in the political landscape by creating the militant KKK organization. Labels and species composition changes over time. Today, the American democrat party is dominated by r-strategist membership who is drawing the party towards radical r-strategist behaviors. Eventually it will either change, or be eliminated. Historically r-strategist behaviors do not possess longevity on this earth.

Q: What other creatures follow the r-strategy behaviors?
A: Aside from Democrats and rabbits, similar behaviors have been observed in mice, rats, mosquitoes and cockroaches.

Q: What other creatures follow the K-strategy behaviors?
A: Aside from wolves, similar behaviors can be found in many of the feline species such as domestic cats, lions, and snow leopards.

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(Repost) The Gorilla Cage in the Basement

Sometimes we are exposed to dark secrets when we are little. It isn’t until we are much older when we realize what we were exposed to. Ah. When I was a young boy, perhaps five or six years old, I used to play around in our neighborhood. There is nothing strange about that. All the children did it…

As a Young Boy

Children play. That is how they learn. At that time, childhood was spent either outside alone in “free ranging” play or in front of the television set.

Television was big, but still had a lot of room to grow. We would watch “Diver Dan”, and “Hoody Doody”, “Soopy Sales” while our parents were busy. At night we would watch “Gilligan’s Island”, “The Man from U.N.C.L.E.”, “The Twilight Zone”, “The Rat Patrol” and “Lassie”. This was at a time during my early formative years. Naturally, our television was black and white.

At that time I lived in Bridgeport, Connecticut. If there is one thing that I can say about it is this; it was quite different from what it is now. At that time, it looked a little like “Mayberry R.F.D”. Our neighborhood was all Caucasian. My school mates were mostly Catholic, and the immigrant children that I played with came from Germany, Poland and France. Today, well it looks quite different indeed.

Where we lived was a community of duplex apartments that catered to the rising middle class. Our parents, in the early Beatle years (early 1960’s), let us play outside and be children. There was none of that contemporaneous perpetual observation and structured play. We were free to roam and engage in unstructured play.

Which, of course, was something that we most certainly did.

The Abandoned Building Next Door

Adjacent to our housing complex was an abandoned flower garden. It was wedged between our housing complex and a (then new) school complex known as the Kennedy Center. There, we would play our childhood games, and explore the ruins. We would play “Army” and shoot at each other with plastic guns. We all had snap-cap pistols that resembled six-shooters. We would wear them in a holster that draped around our waist. We also had various larger toy arms. The Thompson tommy-gun was popular, as was a M1 carbine, and my favorite was the M14 with action sound. If we didn’t have our toy guns with us, we would cut down some branches with our cub scout knives and pretend that they were guns instead.

There, we would hunt each other in the brambles, bushes and ambush others from the tree tops. It was a time of running around on broken glass and exposed nails. In fact, I even ended up stepping on a protruding nail and had to get a tetanus shot as a result. Yeah, I ended up crying from the pain. It went right up through the sole of my shoe and was solidly lodged in my foot. Never the less, as a five or six year old, we loved all the debris and ruin. It was one huge playground to us.

The flower garden was more than just a small patch of overgrown weeds. It had, at one time, been a small working farm. On the property was a small craftsman-style bungalow, and behind it were rows and rows of straight cement paths that were used to plant roses and other flowers that were sold in the bungalow office. The flowers were still there. They were a colorful mess of tangled brambles, weeds, and odd flowers. It was obvious, even to us children, that the property was used to grow and sell flowers. In the decaying garage were stacks of clay earthenware flower pots (covered in green moss), bags of mulch (or something equivalent) and mechanical implements used in the tending of shrubs and flowers. We would climb in and out of the broken windows and even push ourselves up onto the roof. Occasionally we would jump down to the ground, and it hurt!

Pretty ballsy for a five year old, eh?

As a ruin, the structure was pretty typical. Thick rusty red water poured out of the faucets when you opened them up. The windows were all broken. The front door was open and the outer screen door was just a wooden frame with tattered collapsed rusty screening. The front lawn was overgrown and to us kids, the grass was as high as our waists. In and buried within the grass were bits of broken everything.

The second floor in the bungalow consisted of two rooms, and both were flooded with paper and unopened letters. That was it. It was a fully empty area filled with bags of unopened mail. As kids we would open the letters to see what was inside. They were just bills and boring letters. There just wasn’t anything exciting there.

The first floor consisted of a rear kitchen painted yellow with white trim, with windows over the sink that overlooked the rear gardens. The ancient white refrigerator was outside lying on its’ side. It was of the antique type with condenser coils on the top. It lay there like some kind of beached whale. The entry rooms were filled with piles of debris which seemed to be mostly display cabinets and a handful of chairs. The bathroom was outside. It was an outhouse with two toilet “holes” that were side by side. You know, for family or close friend use. On the floor were old ears of corn. Needless to say, we didn’t play in that.

The most interesting feature of this bungalow was its basement.

The Basement

Off from the kitchen was a nondescript door. It opened up to a staircase going down into darkness. Alongside the walls of the steps were old rusty cans of paint, dusty and cobweb covered mops, wires wrapped on nails, and boxes of rusty nails. The stairs plunged into pitch black darkness.

When we were able to brave the darkness and go downstairs, the stairs opened up to a landing in a large single room. It was a big open room made of cement cinderblocks. Light illuminated the dirty floor through low and dusty rectangular windows set at the sides of the cellar. There really wasn’t anything particularly interesting about the place, as it was filled with rubbish and rusty metal shelving containing empty wooden boxes, cans and empty glass bottles. There were piles of clutter. Even to us children, the clutter was dirty and uninteresting.

The clutter contained such things as cheap paintings of clowns (Why?), and oils of cats with enormous big sad eyes. There just wasn’t any toys of interest there. The closest thing was a speckled finish set of bongo drums, minus the drum covers. Even as a young boy, I didn’t want to touch the greasy filthy rubbish. It was a place where rats, mice and black widow spiders lived. I wouldn’t have anything to do with it.

Looking around, we soon discovered that set into the wall was a hidden door. The door was made out of matching cinderblocks. It rested on a rusty frame that pivoted outwards, and was stuck and frozen in place. When closed, it was obvious that you wouldn’t be able to see that there was a concealed door at all. However, now, we could easily see the door as it was stuck in the open position and held in place with a dirt floor.  The door did not have an obvious handle. It looked like it could swing open and be bolted in place with a heavy rusted steel bar.

What was most interesting to us was what lay behind that hidden door.

The Gorilla Cage

For set in the exact middle of the room was a low cage. It too had a door that was frozen in the open position. The lower parts of the cage were all buried in the dirt of the floor. The bars were quite thick and were maybe ¾ inch thick. The top also had bars. It stood about five feet high, large animal size, and was maybe 5 feet by 5 feet square.

The door was set in the middle of one side. A rusty chain with a rusty padlock was affixed to the front door above an old keyhole lock.

We called it “the gorilla cage”.

It was empty. The floor of the basement had somehow flooded at some point in time and a layer of dirt covered everything.

We would play around this cage as children.  We would take turns standing inside of the cage, and play “tag” inside the building. Like the other room, this room also had windows, but they covered with slats. The light would shine through the broken slats and fall flat upon to the dusty floor. It would give the dirty and dingy basement a medieval feel.

I know nothing about the cage, or why it was there. As such, the cage is just a dusty mystery that has been forgotten over the years.

Analysis

It wasn’t until decades later that I began to ponder the cage. Was it where a gorilla was kept? No, most certainly not. That was just a name coined by our childhood friends. As I grew older I began to wonder about that cage. What was it doing within a secret room? Indeed, why was there a secret room under a flower garden in the first place? What was its history?

Could if have been used to illegally import banned animals? No, not very likely. In the United States in the 1950’s and 1960’s there really wasn’t much in terms on legal restrictions on the importation of animals of any kind.

Perhaps the owners of the house had a pet lion, or tiger. Perhaps that was where they kept it. They would keep it down there and play with it from time to time. Maybe they actually had a pet gorilla, or maybe a monkey that they would take out with an organ grinder music box and have the monkey collect change from passers’ by. Perhaps they used the cage as some kind of safe. The bars were strong and thick. They were the bars used to hold convicts, not casual animals in a pet store. They obviously kept it well locked. After all, it had both a locked chain and a keyhole lock on it.

It has remained a mystery to me.

Today it is a long forgotten history. In fact, if it wasn’t for this post, this history would have ended when the building was torn down in 1964. As such, it is a personal curiosity. It is something that I experienced and offers yet another mystery of the past that will never be solved.

I tend to believe that the world is filled with such mysteries and secrets. Many times curious and strange events and actions are kept secret from others. The secrets remain with the observers, and when the die the histories behind those secrets die with them. This is but one small example of one such secret.

What do you think?

Some people have suggested that this might have been used for nefarious purposes in the past. Others suggest that maybe it was used to hold the most valuable roses and flowers, or the secrets to their growth, within that locked cage. Still others think that it was nothing of consequence, just a set of bars that just looked like a cage.

I don’t know what to think. Anyone have any ideas?

Take Aways

  • Many children can play in abandoned buildings and not die.
  • Someone, at some time, played bongo drums under a flower garden.
  • People used to think that paintings of clowns were attractive decorations.
  • Discoveries made as a child can develop into mysteries as we age.
  • There are things that we will never know about, and can only speculate on.
  • It is mysteries like this that fuel our imaginations.

RFH

How about a Request For Help? I tire of busybodies and statists who poke fun at the ideas and theories of others. They offer no constructive dialog. Rather they just make fun, ridicule, and then scurry under a rock.

I use this forum as a way to disseminate some of the things that I learned and experienced. I use it to tell stories so that others can learn and grow from my experiences. So I have to ask, what are you (the reader’s) experiences? Are they similar to this? Have you also found paintings of clowns in long forgotten basements? Have you ever played the bongos? Maybe you have recited poems while playing the bongos? What stories do you have? Don’t let them die when you pass on. Share them, we all are listening.

FAQ

Q: Can children play in abandoned buildings?
A: Yes, they can, but caution is strenuously advised. A parent certainly needs to teach the child how to behave and what to watch out for prior to any excursion.

Q: What is a cage doing in the basement?
A: That is the big mystery.

Q: Can the cage hold people?
A: Yes. Anyone locked in the cage would have a very difficult time getting out.

Q: Can people have a gorilla as a pet?
A: Not in the United States today. Pets and animals are regulated for personal use.

Q: Can you have a pet monkey?
A: Sure. You will need to check with the local ordinances in your city or town.

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A reminder of What is Snopes.com – Can it be Trusted? (A happy duplicate)

We live in a society in which spurious realities are manufactured by the media, by governments, by big corporations, by religious groups, political groups. I ask, in my writing, 'What is real?' Because unceasingly we are bombarded with pseudo realities manufactured by very sophisticated people using very sophisticated electronic mechanisms. “

-Philip K. Dick

Not strictly limited to politics, Snopes.com is a website that supposedly attempts to debunk and invalidate urban legends, Internet rumors and other stories of uncertain origin. Today, they are the voice of the statist globalist oligarchy.

Of course, others mostly rich country-club Democrats, think otherwise. They point out the mission statement at the website. It is officially an “independent entity” privately owned by its operators.

Snopes is a long established website which emerged from the alt.folklore.urban newsgroup and was originally a reference site about urban legends. In recent years it has become a staunch defender of the official narratives, to the extent that it has been referred to as "the go-to website for CIA propaganda". 

-WikiSpooks

Not for profit?

The owners, Barbara and David Mikkelson, have both publicly stated that they receive no funding in any form.  Curious. Most curious. This is really, really interesting. You know, it sure is curious that someone who has no income, no funding, and no sources of income can live in an upscale mansion. Not only that, but do so in one of the most expensive sections of California, travel the world extensively, and drive around in some very, very expensive cars

Ah, but that’s ok. You know.

Whether you are hob-nobbling with Democrat Senator Diane Feinstein, Race baiter (the Reverend) Jessie Jackson, or international arch villain George Soros, we all know that you are never influenced by their money. (Wink, wink.)

“Just used Snopes to check the following: Hillary Clinton farts pixie dust which cures gay children of cancer. Turns out it's true!”

-Comment by Zero Point

Full of Lies and Half-truths

This group has been caught in more than a few outright lies, disinformation and distortions of truthful and actual events.  This is true whether it is a study on whether Donald Trump sits on a solid gold toilet when he takes a dump, or how the Palestinians funded their network of attack-tunnels.

As far as UFO’s and other extraordinary events are concerned, they are firstly, a mouthpiece of the status quo.  Do not expect them to understand quantum physics, chemistry or anything too cerebral.  Their interest lies in the dissemination of popular trite responses to extraordinary events. They do in a way that finds its greatest appeal to an audience of a dumbed-down populace of limited education.

It's got what plants crave.
It’s got what plants crave. Idiotcracity is a 2006 American science fiction comedy film. The film tells the story of two people who take part in a top-secret military human hibernation experiment, only to awaken 500 years later in a dystopian society where anti-intellectualism and commercialism have run rampant, and which is devoid of intellectual curiosity, social responsibility, and coherent notions of justice and human rights.

They are promoted by Google

They must certainly have a great relationship with Google.  I say this as they tend to be ranked in the top five websites whenever a relevant search is conducted.  Do you, the reader, have any idea how difficult it is to obtain a decent ranking on Google? It’s not for the faint of heart, for certain.

If this does not SCREAM collusion, then nothing will.

See elsewhere for the hacked evidence by Julian Assange in 2016 showing this connection to be true and real.

While I have not been able to find an obvious tie between this organization and the United States government myself, the disconnect between their sustaining income and actual work outlay is quite large.

Where do they get their funding?  And how are they able to devote the time to do all the work that they do?  What do they live on?  How can they devote 80 hours a week to this “hobby” of theirs?  Are they independently wealthy? Are they “blue bloods”? Do they invest in cryptocurrency? What is their secret?

There is an obvious void that is unexplainable at this time.

Ties to the DNC Political Party

Circumstantial evidence definitely seems to indicate ties with the DNC political party.

Yup, the political machine known as the Democrat National Party is quite busy with all kinds of efforts in progress. Whether it is social re-engineering, towards getting the Untied States into a global thermonuclear Armageddon, or trying to import illiterate waifs from South America, this organization is quite the busy work-horse.

Snopes staff
This couple is responsible for fact checking everything from the radar profiles on UFO’s to whether or not Bill Clinton’s cat was fed well while in the White House. They are experts in everything apparently. You know what? I really like their cat. Though, I think that he eats a little bit too much, the poor thing.

Enter Metallicman

You get on the internet and you start chatting with someone. They disagree with you. You disagree with them. You state what you know and offer facts. They pull out a "fact check" from Snopes.com and all discussions cease.

How absolutely convenient. All on-line discussions that have a conservative, traditional or Christian point of view are automatically discounted as 'FALSE".

In August 2016, there were a number of DNC staffers who died under suspicious circumstances. After a major DNC email leak that Wikileaks insisted that came from inside the DNC, three individuals associated with the email system were found dead.

Rumors persisted that these killings were intentional and were the result of the staffers leaking the emails to the press. Of course, if that was the case, then the management of the DNC had something to do with it. But, not to fret, the DNC insisted that the murders were random. They assured everyone that they were not associated with the DNC in any way.

DNC staffer Seth Rich was mysteriously murdered in the streets of Washington, D.C., on July 10. Although it is being investigated as a robbery, his wallet, credit cards and watch were not taken. 

The 27-year old was shot in the back on July 10 at 4:15 a.m. near his affluent neighborhood, while he was reportedly walking home from his girlfriend’s apartment. Police still have no suspects, witnesses or motive. His mother told the local NBC station that there were bruises on his face, knees and hands, apparently from trying to fend off his attackers.

Some are speculating that Hillary Clinton is behind the murder, because Rich could have been the DNC staffer responsible for leaking the 20,000 damaging DNC emails to Wikileaks. 

The allegation is that powerful Sanders allies convinced Rich to leak the data. He had previously worked on the U.S. Senate campaign for Nebraska businessman Scott Kleeb, who lost his election. The Clinton Global Initiative provided funds for a clean energy business started by Kleeb, which had come under investigation after losing $300,000 in 2010 and another $300,000 in 2011 despite the subsidies. 

Rich was also previously employed at a data firm that had worked with the Clintons. After news of possible corruption emerged between the Clinton Global Initiative and Kleeb, supposedly that led to Sanders’ cronies pressuring Rich to leak what was going on, so it is very possible he could have had access to the DNC’s emails. 

Julian Assange of Wikileaks said on TV that it wasn’t Russian hackers who intercepted the emails, as the Hillary Clinton campaign has alleged; instead, any one of a number of staffers within the DNC could have leaked them

As the rumors started to fly, Snopes took center-stage.

They immediately squashed all rumors. They publicly and officially labeled the suspicion over Shawn Lucas, John Ashe, and Seth Rich’s deaths as “FALSE”. This was a great relief to the DNC and everyone else associated with the Democrat party.

Soon, all the main-stream media parroted the Snopes pronouncement. The investigations were “proven” to be concluded and just random occurrences. They loudly and repeatedly stated that the investigations were over and the DNC was vindicated.

Which was really strange as all investigations were on-going at the time. The investigators would even begin to suggest any conclusions.

The former President of the United Nations General Assembly, John Ashe, mysteriously passed away on June 22. This was a few days before he was scheduled to begin pretrial meetings involving shady financial dealings regarding a former Clinton crony. 

Local police officers said he died from dropping a barbell on his throat while working out, but the UN oddly first claimed he died of a heart attack. 

The 61-year-old was supposed to testify against Chinese real estate developer Ng Lap Seng, who was implicated in the “Chinagate” scandal for funneling money to the DNC for Bill Clinton through Arkansas restaurant owner Charlie Trie. 

Ashe was arrested last year for allegedly taking over $3 million in bribes from Chinese businessmen, including over half a million from Ng Lap Se, in exchange for building a United Nations conference center in Macau.

Dominican attorney Henry Shillingford questioned his death, “It is strange for Antigua’s most senior diplomat to be implicated and die under such troubling circumstances.” 

The New York Post’s Page Six ran a skeptical article questioning the circumstances. A source told the paper, “During the trial, the prosecutors would have linked Ashe to the Clinton bagman Ng. It would have been very embarrassing. His death was conveniently timed.”

So, with all this controversy, Snopes automatically labeled the rumor “False”. This is strange, since how did Snopes know that it is false? The police haven’t even completed any of their investigations yet!  And, if you were to ask the police themselves, they would say that they have no public conclusions to provide.

Political Ties

Mikkelson has previously publicly stated that Snopes does not take any political positions whatsoever. Well, that was a lie.

His current wife, has a history of participation in liberal politics. The Daily Mail reports that Young ran for the U.S. Congress in Hawaii on the Libertarian ticket in 2004, during which time she distributed cards that read “Re-Defeat Bush” and condoms with the words “Don’t Get Screwed Again” printed on the wrapping.

Elyssa Young
Elyssa Young is also know as Erin O’Bryn and maintains a website advertising her services as an escort with photographs of her over the years. She was pretty successful over the years, and has run for political office.

On her campaign website, she outright stated, “Let’s face it, I am an unlikely candidate. I fully admit that I am a courtesan.”  Ultimately, her campaign was unsuccessful, and she lost to Democratic incumbent Neil Abercrombie.

Propaganda for the Oligarchy

Snopes certainly seems to be the mouth-piece of the people in power.

As I have mentioned numerous times in the past and in my various posts.  Question everything and everyone. Most especially question those who have quick and easy answers for everything.  For nothing is black and white.  The world is a complex place, with situations that can astound when investigated.

Nothing has an easy answer.

In the case with Snopes, when there is a mountain of dead bodies piling up, and the status-quo media is saying “there is nothing here, move along now”, there is an obvious disconnect between observed reality and the preferred governmental narrative.

Victor Thorn, who wrote four books exposing the Clintons, reportedly killed himself with a gun on his 54th birthday, August 1, while on top of a mountain near his Pennsylvania home. 

The books he wrote were Hillary (And Bill): The Sex Volume, Hillary (And Bill): The Drugs Volume, and Hillary (And Bill): The Murder Volume, and his latest which was published in February, Crowning Clinton: Why Hillary Shouldn't Be in the White House.

According to the Inqisitr, Thorn had appeared multiple times on The Russell Scott Show and told the host,

“Russell, if I’m ever found dead, it was murder. I would never kill myself.”

Joe Montano, an aide to Hillary’s running mate Tim Kaine, died of a heart attack on July 25. He had worked for the DNC and was only 47.

A man named Larry Nichols claimed on the Pete Santilli Show that he was hired as a hitman for the Clintons, and killed several people years ago.

What is comes down to is this: how many other politicians have you heard of who have had so many mysterious deaths associated with them? You don’t hear of a Bush body count. You don’t hear of an Obama body count.

You never hear of a Jimmy Carter body count, a Ronald Reagan body count, a JFK body count. So what gives?

Snopes, the left-leaning internet myth debunker, labels the Clinton body count as false. However, the main site that hosts a list of the Clinton body count reports that is admittedly constantly under attack by computer hackers on the behest of Hillary Clinton. I guess that that curious (and inconvenient) fact never made it into the Snopes calculus.

Soap Opera Management

Before we proceed too much further, please take into account that people - good and bad - live life. They get into situations. They get into troubles. They have personal problems.

This is certainly the case for the CEO of Snopes.

The fighting and the arguments and accusations thrown against him by his ex-wife should not be taken at face value. Rather they should be considered as a side of a very complex man embroiled in a difficult relationship...

The CEO of Snopes.com has been accused, in divorce proceedings, of appropriating company funds which he allegedly spent on expensive holidays and prostitutes.

The Daily Mail reports that the CEO of Snopes, David Mikkelson, has been  embroiled in a vicious legal battle with his former wife. She was more than just his wife, she was the co-founder of Snopes; Barbara Mikkelson.

I am sorry for both of them. The more that I read about them, and the lives that they have led, the more they seem to be meant for each other. I really hate it when people end up going in different directions. It’s really very sad.

Snopes staff
It is important for all of us to make peace with ourselves and with those around us. However, it is just simply not right to deceive others for the sake of personal wealth and prosperity.

The couple divorced sometime around 2014, but legal proceedings have continued between the couple. Honestly, both of them must be living a hellish existence dealing with this. Maybe, on a hot and steamy night, one would wake up and yell to the ceiling, “can’t this ever end?”

  • Barbara has claimed that her former husband embezzled money from the company. Court documents obtained by the Daily Mail state that Barbara accused David of “raiding the corporate business Bardav bank account for his personal use and attorney fees.”
  • Barbara also claims that David embezzled $98,000 over four years, which “he expended upon himself and the prostitutes he hired.” (Wow. Now, that’s a lot of prostitutes.)
  • Barbara claims that David spent $10,000 from their business accounts between April and June of 2016 to fund an expensive 24-day holiday for him and his “girlfriend.”
  • In a court filing from June, Barbara claims that David has “been depleting the corporate account by spending monies from it on his personal expenses,” and that David’s access to account debit cards and check books must immediately be revoked “right away before there are no funds left in the corporate account.”

Well, all sorts of dirty laundry comes out in the wash. You can’t fault the guy for wanting a divorce from a woman that he once loved so tenderly. Now they are apart. So what if he is lonely and wants to go out with other women?  You know, if he is lonely, why not pay for some fun with other women? Will ya, give this guy a break? Huh?

I do feel sorry for both of them. This divorce has wrecked their lives, their source of income, and the website that they both put together. Sad. So, sad.

Software giants assisting Snopes

It was announced that Snopes would be helping Facebook to determine and label “fake news” with the help of ABC News and Politifact. Lordy!

Enormous Salary

George soros uses snopes as a propiganda arm to support many of his nefarious activities within the united states. snopes is not impartial. They have a political agenda. It is an agenda that they are paid to promote.
George Soros was an early contributor to Snopes, and has provided financial backing to the organization for years.

A key point of contention during the divorce proceedings was David’s salary.

David demanded that his salary be increased from $240,000 a year to $360,000, a sum that David agreed he would settle for, but believed was below “industry standards.” He argued that he should be making up to $720,000 a year.

“As I said, based on industry standards and our revenues, my salary should be about 2x to 3x what it is now,I’ll settle for $360K with the understanding that it’s to be retroactive to the start of the year.”

- David wrote in an email to Barbara in April of 2016.

Barbara disputed David’s request, stating that it was “not even in the galaxy of reasonable.”

That all being said, where in the heck does this money come from?

Prostitute Employer

The fact-checking website that more recently set its sights on determining if “fake news” was indeed fake has found itself in a financial collapse after it was discovered that the owner and his new wife were living an outlandish lifestyle. There are also reports of embezzling and hiring prostitutes on the company’s dime according to a new report by the Daily Mail and a lawsuit filed by shareholders of the website.

-Philosophers-stone

According to the Daily Mail, David has remarried since his divorce from Barbara in 2014.  I for one, am happy that he found love. Maybe his first wife didn’t understand him, but now that he found another, I am sure that she will be able to mend his hurting heart and put the pieces back together.

His current wife, Elyssa Young, works as an administrative worker at Snopes.

The key of contention is that she previously had a lengthy career as an escort. She was a pretty good one apparently, and also worked as a adult film star working under the name Erin O’Bryn. Good for her.

Escort Advertisement
Escort advertisement for Snopes investigator and wife of the founder.

Reviews for Young’s “services” have been left on her personal escort website as recently as 2015. Young’s websites and Twitter account describe her as “a mature and experienced courtesan, idealist, activist & dreamer.” Her website further states, “Here’s the donation I request for my time, companionship, and entertainment” with “non-negotiable” rates of $1,200 for her minimum four hours and $5,000 for 24 hours.

  • $1,200 for a “short time”.
  • $5,000 for a “long time”.

You know guys, she’s a bit on the expensive side. So either she is way overpriced, or she is extremely good at what she does.

Snopes escort
Elyssa Young was a model for adult magazines in the 1990s, and appears to have continued posing for photographs until recently. She is now an administrative worker at Snopes.com and travels with her husband David Mikkelson, its co-founder

Questionable Processes

The rapid acceptance of the point of view of the oligarchy is a point of contention. It tends to force the use of the website to justify their actions.

  • Speaking to the Daily Mail, David Mikkelson stated that Snopes did not have a “standardized procedure” for fact-checking “since the nature of this material can vary widely.”
  • He also stated that the process “involves multiple stages of editorial oversight, so no output is the result of a single person’s discretion.”

When asked about the requirements for becoming an employee at Snopes, Mikkelson stated, “Accordingly, our editorial staff is drawn from diverse backgrounds; some of them have degrees and/or professional experience in journalism, and some of them don’t.”

Preoccupation with Sex

Also according to the Daily Mail, another one of Snopes’ lead fact-checkers has a history of sex blogging. Yes, they definitely fit the r-strategist behavior snugly.

Fact checker.
You know, it’s fine to have hobbies. I happen to like sandwiches, drinking, singing and dancing. Others like to play with sex toys. Heck, what ever makes your boat float, what ever… It’s all good. How can we make such judgement on a person. Maybe she is a really good fact checker who likes to play with herself. What’s wrong with that?

Writing under the pseudonym Vice Vixen, Snopes fact-checker Kim LaCapria regularly wrote about sex and fetish gear on her own blog, which was described as a lifestyle blog “with a specific focus on naughtiness, sin, carnal pursuits, and general hedonism and bonne vivante-ery.

Snopes Assistant.
One of the debunkers on Snopes is also an escort, who loves to play with sex toys and enjoys sex to it’s fullest. I cannot fault that. Anyone who doesn’t like sex has a real problem with their identity. That being said, is she qualified to discuss pulsed radar emissions from high speed transitory vehicles? I say do what you love.

LaCapria’s blog often featured reviews of sex toys.

  • One particular review reads, “If you are doing something to your fella, and you apply this to the base of his cash-and-prizes while you carry on, he will scream and perhaps cry.”
  • On another blog, LaCapria once described what she did on her day off, writing that she “played scrabble, smoked pot, and posted to Snopes.” She then added, “That’s what I did on my day ‘on,’ too.”

Tied to Nefarious Organizations used to Manipulate Public Opinion

From the article titled “Snopes.com CEO arrested on charges of fraud and corruption” found HERE, are the following curious statements;

Evidence obtained by police has revealed that Snopes.com, which markets itself as "the definitive Internet reference source for urban legends, folklore, myths, rumors, and misinformation," has a history of accepting money and favors from left-leaning and pro-Islamic political groups and individuals for helping them to advance their cause by rigging public discourse with selective fact-finding and deliberate manipulation of public opinion.

Arrest of the CEO

From the previously mentioned article…

Late Monday morning, Brian Williston, a Snopes.com editor, who also doubles as the accountant, found himself at a flea market on the outskirts of Los Angeles. 

As he was browsing the different tables and tents looking for antiques, an old mechanical piano began playing Dixie's Land, a song that was adopted as a de facto anthem of the Confederacy during the American Civil War and is now considered offensive by some due to its link to the iconography and ideology of the Old South.

The tune sparked an outrage in Williston, who began yelling and cursing those who "would like to bring back slavery and racial separation," and ordering the vendors to "turn off that racist music." 

When no one nearby claimed to know how to turn off the one-hundred-year-old machine, Williston became violent. 

He started grabbing various antique objects from the vendors' tables and throwing them at the antique piano in an attempt to silence the music. 

A bystander, later identified as William Barksdale, working as a courier for the L.A. Messenger Service, attempted to calm Williston down, saying that "someone is just trying to see if that the piano still works" and "it's only a song, don't shoot the pianist," but that only prompted the infuriated editor to redirect his rage to the messenger. 

Williston, who is white, began to choke Barksdale, who is black, while screaming "Shut up! Shut up!" as the mechanical piano continued to play Dixie's Land in the background.

Well, that did not go well.  However the police was able to find out who this nut case was.

After some of the shoppers intervened and pried Williston's hands off the courier's throat, the Snopes.com editor fled the scene of the incident. LAPD quickly identified Williston by the personal check he left with one of the vendors, which contained his full name and address. While inside his home, Williston ignored commands to open the door, causing police to use forced entry in order to detain him.

Discovery of Bribes and Payoffs

American media is nothing but lies.
American media is just propaganda. Nothing that you see is real and truthful. It is all distorted lies and partial-truths.

So the police forced their way into his home and began searching it.

The arresting officer caught Williston slipping some papers under a Persian rug, which prompted the police to remove the rug and examine the documents underneath it.

One of them turned out to be a handwritten ledger,.

The ledger contained the names of well-known individuals and organizations who have been paying Snopes.com to debunk stories. Particularly, stories that cast them in a bad light, while also validating damaging half-truths and rumors about their political opponents.

Apparently, having established their website as a reputable resource for validating and debunking stories in American popular culture since 1995, the Mikkelson couple soon found themselves in a position to influence public discourse by punishing or rewarding certain cultural and political biases.

Before long they were accepting money to promote some rumors and downplay or completely ignore some others, which over the years have brought them millions of dollars (according to sources).

So the guy has become millions of dollars richer because he controls a popular “fact checking” website, and he provides “facts” that fit the narrative of those who pay him to change history and write the “truth”.

The Scandal

Especially scandalous is the website’s possible collaboration with left-leaning national media organizations.

  1. They began with with payments to Snopes.com to overlook or validate their inaccurate and biased reporting.
  2. Eventually, they evolved into a full-scale coordinated effort with left-leaning groups and public relation firms to construct a fake media narrative.
  3. It is a narrative that gave legitimacy to certain opinions, political causes and public figures, while discrediting other opinions, causes, and public figures.

So, the “powers that be” control what the “truth” is.

Who are these people?

Democrats banning free speech.
Democrat Senator saying during Congressional hearings that the Bill of Rights does not apply to citizens. Rather it is a document that protects the government from citizens who would abuse the privileges that the government provides to them. The “funny thing” about this is that this quote is now restricted on Internet search engines. Yeah. No friggin’ shit. Type it in Bing or Google. I dare you. Image is a screen shot with closed caption.

Who are these people?  Well, from the previously mentioned article;

The list of groups and individuals paying to use the website's clout ranged from local politicians to transnational entities to foreign governments, including Russia, Cuba, Venezuela, Zimbabwe, Saudi Arabia, Qatar, and the Palestinian Authority. 

None of the specifics or individual names are being revealed while the investigation is still ongoing, but a police source has indicated that "the shock waves will rock the world of the media and the political establishment." 

Several watchdog groups have already condemned Snopes.com as a corrupt organization with zero credibility and urged their readers to disregard any political debunking from this tainted source.

To underline a key statement, let me repeat it.

Several watchdog groups have already condemned Snopes.com as a corrupt organization with zero credibility and urged their readers to disregard any political debunking from this tainted source.

Snopes.com as a corrupt organization with zero credibility.

The Future

The future for Snopes does not look too healthy. After the Hillary Clinton election loss in 2016, their primary funding source (the “slush fund” via the non-profit Clinton Foundation) dried up.

No more money from the Clinton’s or George Soros.

Apparently so did many of their other sources of income as well. Perhaps this article from 25JUL17 StockBoardAsset.com might put things into better perspective. ‘Hookers, lies and fraud’: Snopes ‘in danger of closing doors’

From the linked article;

“…one of Snopes’ leading fact-checkers is a former sex-and-fetish blogger who described her routine as smoking pot and posting to Snopes.com. Kim LaCapria is disclosed to be a former sex-blogger who called herself “Vice Vixen.” Her blog had “a specific focus on naughtiness, sin, carnal pursuits, and general hedonism and bonne vivante-ery.” LaCapria’s day-off activities she said on another blog were: “played scrabble, smoked pot, and posted to Snopes.'”

Scam after scam

New car for Snopes CEO
I am sure that it would be very interesting to see who donated to this guy. I’ll bet that it would include a lot of dictators and tyrants, as well as a few evil over lords and malcontents in the DNC.
After Snopes.com founder and owner David P. Mikkelson started a crowd-funding website to raise money for the companies’ apparent financial troubles, having raised more than $600k within 24 hours, it is being reported that David was spotted purchasing a brand new $300k+ Ferrari at a California Fiat dealership.

Mikkelson resorted to a crowd-funding site where thousands of kind users decided to donate hundreds of thousands of dollars to the dying Snopes, seemingly saving Mikkelson and Snopes for the time being, however, reports of Mikkelson purchasing a brand new $300,000 Ferrari are raising some questions. “I thought we were saving him” says Gary Upton, a Snopes donor, “Even though David is a mess, I love Snopes, It’s very helpful when they debunk crazy stories i come across from sites like Celebtricity and Huzlers. But i didn’t think he would finesse us and buy himself a Ferrari, oh well”, finished Gary.

-Huzlers.com

Is this report true? Or, is it false? I just don’t know. What I do know is that other fact checkers have checked out the goings-on with Snopes. They have found some outrageous activities…

Comments

The comments found on line make for interesting and amusing reading.  Here are just some of the comments found on Zero Hedge.

SlowBro ThaBigPerm Jul 24, 2017 5:07 PM

I got an email just last week saying that Snopes had turned the corner and apologized for slanting so heavily to the left. Should check Snopes on that one.
2000 SlowBro Jul 24, 2017 5:14 PM

It's a fact-checking garbage dump. I asked them to correct their claims about Target's Bathroom Boycott affecting their business after Target admitted it did affect their business (I was a peeved shareholder). No response. Here's their drivel:

http://www.snopes.com/targets-stock-transgender-bathroom-policy/

And proof that it did impact their business:

http://www.businessinsider.com/target-ceo-blindsided-by-boycott-2017-4

I knew it was impacting the sales, and the first announcement (IMO) of them acknowledging it was when the CEO started trying to cover his behind by saying he never approved the memo. Anyways, I ditched the stock pretty quickly once I realized their strategy was to stand tall and hope it blew over. Eventually, that strategy "worked" in the sense that people don't seem to still be talking about it...

But their shares are still down 34%!  Stupidity running that company just like most others. So, I'm happy to see this lying, scumbag of a site begging on the street corners.
johngaltfla WTFRLY Jul 24, 2017 4:39 PM

LOLOLOLOLOL! Bunch of Marxist propagandists got their ass busted!!!!
JLee2027 Peterman333 Jul 24, 2017 4:10 PM

New wife Elyssa Young is employed by the website as an administrator .  She has worked as an escort and porn actress and despite claims website is non-political ran as a Libertarian for Congress on a 'Dump Bush' platform . Its main 'fact checker' is Kimberly LaCapria, whose blog 'ViceVixen' says she is in touch with her 'domme side' and has posted on Snopes.com while smoking pot.
meditate_vigorously Peterman333 Jul 24, 2017 5:00 PM

A lot of dark money found its way to them during the campaign. Millions most likely from (((donors))) of Clinton and/or her Super PACs. That obviously dried up after Trump won. Too bad they blew it all on hookers, blow, and cats.
knukles Pernicious Gold Phallusy Jul 24, 2017 4:43 PM

Huh? I read somewhere credible long ago that Snopes was originally funded by guess who? George Soros No surprise, is it?

Links

The reader need not take my opinion on this, they can investigate on their own.  There are more than a few article concerning the outright fraud of this organization.  The videos are quite enjoyable.  Here are some links;

Summary & Conclusions

In the mid-1990’s, about the time of the Bill Clinton Presidency, there was a period of panic in the newsrooms all across the United States. The dominance of the big three television networks was coming to an end. There was a rise in “independent” news that was making itself known on the internet.

People like Rush Limbaugh were gaining listeners. The sales of newspapers, and other types of paper-media was on a downward vector. The alternative media were able to quickly refute the statements made by the well-known and powerful media outlets. The main-stream media seemed incapable of dealing with this shift in power.

Their first attempt failed. They tried to ban Rush Limbaugh and other Conservative media off the air, as well as ban them from print. That failed. Then they tried to limit speech on the internet, it wasn’t successful at that time.

A solution presented itself…

Organizations would be set up that would support the “official” news, and disparage the contrary views found on the internet. These organizations would be known as “fact check” experts. As a result, “Fact checking” websites began to appear that supported the narrative of big-mainstream media and the oligarchies that run America. They all surfaced about the same time, and many were funded by the same people.

In the mid-1990’s we  have…

Followed shortly by…

I cannot say for sure why they were created. What I do know is that over time political influences, often with very large coffers full of money have tried to influence the narrative in these “fact checking” organizations. Whether or not they were successful to the various websites is up to the reader to determine. However, we do know, that in the case of Snopes, they were quite successful in doing so.

The progressive liberal management was paid handsomely to “fact check” news with a liberal bias.

We found out the extent of their ties to the various political organizations through various events. Notably…

  • A nasty divorce.
  • The discovery of a second set of secret and hidden payment ledgers.
  • The personal escapades of numerous prostitutes in the employment at Snopes.

You know, it’s easy to get on someone’s case when they are down. But, you know, they did a bad thing and for a while they were riding high. They were flush with money and no one was the wiser. Hey had their hands in the pockets of some pretty powerful people. So how can you blame them?

Now, they have to pick up the pieces from a scam that collapsed. Let’s hope that they learn from this. I don’t know about you, the reader, but there are some really good lessons here…

  • Even though you have opinions, please try to frame them as your opinions. Restrain from calling them out as facts.
  • Playing with dirty money will eventually make what you do, tainted.
  • Don’t pretend to be something that you are not.
  • Your past does not really matter; what matters is what you do in the present.

Take Aways

  • Snopes should never be considered a source to “fact check” anything.
  • Snopes has demonstratively lost all credibility in the “fact checking” industry.
  • It is reasonable to assume that ALL “fact checking” organizations are compromised to some extent.
  • Today, “fact checking” organizations are used to add credibility to a mainstream news media that is no longer credible.

FAQ

Q: Is David Mikkelson a bad person?
A: No. He is a man who saw and opportunity and provided a service to help people sort out the good from the bad when the internet was first getting started. Together with his first wife, he started a “fact checking” organization from scratch. Sure he bent some rules to get it up and running. So what? Most companies start that way, either intentionally or (more often than not) unintentionally.

Then, with the website in place, people started to come to him. They offered him money, cash, presents, fun, trips, and the opportunity to meet interesting people. Like any man, he took advantage of the benefits of his role and position. He is a human man. Be honest, if some one gave you a duffel bag of hard currency and some attractive girls to “convince” you to do something, else they would go to your competitor, what would you do? Throw the opportunity away? Say no to the money? Tell the girls to leave, and ply their trade elsewhere?

is that what you would really do?

Ok, so he got caught. It’s not like he needed to be caught. It was pretty obvious the liberal bent of the site, and the near perfect record of siding with the global oligarchy in just about every issue. The only problem is that seemingly all of the big software and media companies followed their pronouncements. That has made it rather difficult to get information out from the gutter.

Now he has the opportunity to set things right. What he does from this moment on will determine his legacy. Making this decision is a personal thing. Some people might try to continue and move forward, while others might want to reverse direction. Everyone is different. It’s all up to him.

Q: Is Barbara Mikkelson a bad person?
A: No. She is a woman with a bright and colorful past who managed to find a rich and wealthy man with direct ties to the global wealthy. Good for her. Now she lives a life in love with the man of her dreams. I believe that she loves him. They share a cat together. I wish her the best.

I just cannot find fault with her. Though, I really do wish that their cat would lose some weight. I fear that it will not live a long and healthy life if it is overweight. Maybe they could put it on a good healthy diet, and get it some specially designed cat food.

You know, life is never set. You can change your life. It’s never too late. It never is. Take that kitty out and let it chase some birds. Put it on a strict but tasty diet. Play with it more. Get a weasel in the house and have the cat chase after it.

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Yeah. Let the cat out and let it prowl the neighborhood. Let it climb trees, attack the wildlife and generally raise some heck. It will be able to lose weight in no time. Just let it loose.

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Q: Is Kim LaCapria a bad person?
A: No of course not. To be honest, I think that she should concentrate on the things that she loves rather than to concentrate on boring things like politics, and urban legends. If you do what you love, the time will fly by. If you do what you love, you will put your heart and feelings into everything that you do.

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I think that her love of sex toys is a passion that is being wasted. It’s like a fisherman working in a canning factory. Every day he makes cans of fish, yet all the time he is dreaming of fishing. He is dreaming of the day when he can get his pole and go out to the water.

Why write about boring political figures and what they said? When you could easily describe the joys of various toys and how you feel about them. I believe that she would be happier doing things that she loves, with people she loves to be around. In a way, working for a paycheck when your heart is elsewhere is sad. You know, it doesn’t have to be that way. It really doesn’t.

You know, when I read the various articles, I ended up with the impression that the staff at Snopes were paid to do a job, AND paid to provide other services. Well, no one stated that explicitly. But, you know, you do have to keep in mind that this is California and they do things differently than the rest of the world does. It’s a cultural thing, don’t you know.

In any event, be who you are. Do what you love. Everything else will fall into place. Stop pretending for other people. Be true to yourself.

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Posts Regarding Life and Contentment

Here are some other similar posts on this venue. If you enjoyed this post, you might like these posts as well. These posts tend to discuss growing up in America. Often, I like to compare my life in America with the society within communist China. As there are some really stark differences between the two.

Tomatos
Mad scientist
Gorilla Cage in the basement
Pleasures
Work in the 1960's
School in the 1970s
Cat Heaven
Corporate life
Corporate life - part 2
Build up your life
Grow and play - 1
Grow and play - 2
Asshole
Baby's got back

More Posts about Life

I have broken apart some other posts. They can best be classified about ones actions as they contribute to happiness and life. They are a little different, in subtle ways.

Being older
Civil War
Travel
PT-141
Bronco Billy
r/K selection theory
How they get away with it
Line in the sand
A second passport
Paper Airplanes
Snopes
Taxiation without representation.

Stories that Inspired Me

Here are reprints in full text of stories that inspired me, but that are nearly impossible to find in China. I place them here as sort of a personal library that I can use for inspiration. The reader is welcome to come and enjoy a read or two as well.

Articles & Links

  • You can start reading the articles by going HERE.
  • You can visit the Index Page HERE to explore by article subject.
  • You can also ask the author some questions. You can go HERE to find out how to go about this.
  • You can find out more about the author HERE.
  • If you have concerns or complaints, you can go HERE.
  • If you want to make a donation, you can go HERE.

Notes

  1. Compiled and first draft 13AUG18.
  2. Completed 14AUG18.
  3. SEO review 14AUG18.
  4. Published 14AUG18.

Hamburger Pizza

When my grandfather died, I was permitted to scrounge in his electronic lab before my grandmother cleaned it out.

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It was located in the basement, above the sub-basement, and it was a cluttered place. One, of course filled with all kinds of things that a 12 year old boy would find fascinating.

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He had these various bulbs, that would not be a radio tube, but wouldn’t be a light bulb either.

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They were special radiation emitting bulbs dating from around the 1930’s or so. My grandmother didn’t want me to get hurt by them, and warned me against them. So they were all discarded.

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Enjoy this little foray into my forgotten past, a past that is often neglected or forgotten in history.
Today…

Here is a concrete example. British fighter pilots in WW2 reported that the German fighter pilots had developed a new tactic: attacking from “out of the sun”.

The idea makes sense. If you can fly towards an enemy pilot from the same direction the sun is shining, he will have much more trouble seeing you since the sun is in his eyes.

The RAF started to develop tactics to train their pilots how to cope with this type of attack.

There was only one problem. The Germans did indeed have a new tactic, but attacking out of the sun wasn’t it. Instead, they trained their pilots to approach from the rear, where the enemy pilot can’t see at all. This tactic was so successful that most British pilots were killed when it was used.

As a result, those dead pilots never made it back to tell their anecdotes. Attacking out of the sun was much less effective, so many pilots survived to tell theirs.

Collecting only anecdotal evidence (which was very compelling) caused the Brits to completely fail to see the actual German tactics. This is known as reporting bias. Bias is (as in this example) common in anecdotes and hard to identify convincingly. That’s where science steps in, using techniques designed to reduce or eliminate bias.

Anecdotal accounts can sometimes be helpful. For example, one black swan is all you need to see to disprove the statement “all swans are white”. (This is a famous example). But having seen a black swan, we naturally but wrongly then conclude that swans are mostly white but some are black.

In fact, knowing that not all swans are white doesn’t tell us much more. There may be green swans. Or pink ones. We just don’t know.

At this point, we need a scientific study of swans, to find as many as possible, count them, and identify which colours they are. Then we can say what the proportions of white, black, green and pink swans are.

The Vet Hugged The Cat! A Minute Later, Something Unexpected Happened

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OK, an actual Squid here and not one of Uncle Sam’s Misguided Children, and I was frocked. All Sailors advancing to the next rating get “promoted” on the same day, but not everybody gets the additional pay.

Enlisted promotions in the Navy go through quite a few steps.

  1. Get recommended for advancement by your command.
  2. Take the advancement test for intended rate and rating. In my case, I took the MR3 advancement test.
  3. Test scores and many other factors are compiled together. This assigns a score for each hopeful.
  4. The needs of the Navy are considered. Let’s say the Navy needs 100 MR3’s and 150 took the test and passed. The top 100 combined scores from step 3 will be advanced, the other 50 have to try during the next cycle in about 6 months.
  5. The selectees are divided into 3 groups. The top group will be fully promoted on the given date. The other two groups get frocked.
  6. Group 2 will start receiving the higher pay in one month.
  7. Group 3 (that was me) has to wait 2 months for the pay to kick in.

For those 2 months, I was a Petty Officer in all aspects except pay and time in rate which becomes important in compiling the Step 3 score for the next promotion. There is one other time that only being frocked is important. During those 2 months, had I gotten in trouble and had to stand at Captain’s Mast. Mast often comes with a reduction in rate. As I was only frocked, had I done this, I would have gone down to E-2 pay instead of the E-4 pay I was getting ready to spend.

As I said, I was a Petty Officer in everything except pay. My Crow was tacked on when I was frocked. It became real for me when over the 1MC I was paged to the quarterdeck. “Petty Officer Tannehill, Quarterdeck.”

I earned it, It ain’t never coming off!

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A fine repost of The mystery of the Lapulapu Ridge

The mystery of the Lapulapu Ridge is a very interesting subject. Indeed, our world is filled with all kinds of interesting things going on. Some can even possibly be considered an extraterrestrial riddle. Even if it is wholly terrestrial in nature. All we need to do is take a good look at what surrounds us. Because, if we look at things with open eyes, and with an open mind, we will see new things, and come to new understandings on our world, and what is just going on within it. With the advent of new technology, we are able to peer into regions and places that used to be denied us. Today, using such technologies as Google Earth, we are able to peer into the shroud and explore all kinds of things that we didn’t even know existed. Some of it is amazing. Some of it is frightening. Some of what we see can be curious, while others can tell us just a little bit more about ourselves. All we need do is listen to what we find. Today I would like to discuss a very odd thing that is going on at the Lapulapu Ridge. For those of you who don’t know, the Lapulapu Ridge is an undersea formation that lies outside of Saipan. Saipan is a small group of islands in the Pacific Ocean. It is terribly isolated and remote. It’s also part of the United States. (I’ll bet that you all didn’t know that.) The point of interest here is not the abundance of coconuts on the Saipan island, or the history of the island during World War II. What is so interesting about this place is that someone, or something, has been busily mining that area for some time. Most certainly for years, probably for decades, and maybe even for a century or longer!  What is so odd about this is that it is impossible to do so. At least, using known conventional technologies, that we humans possess. Let’s have a look at this curious situation…

Introduction

"We still haven't explored the deep oceans or the inner crusts of Earth."

-Dr. Wolf statement in regards to the extraterrestrial presence on the earth and their activities.
Let’s take a moment to look at what is going on in our planet.  We humans like to believe that we are the “owners” of the planet, and that we are in full control and knowledge of “our” planet.  We like to believe that we are at the top of the food chain. We like to believe that we are in full control of technology and have the power and dominion over this planet. That is wrong.  We have no power, we know very little, and we know “jack shit” about the history of this planet. In fact, we actually know very little of the planets past and whom actually “owns” the planet that we reside upon.  Yet the evidence of the real “owners” of the planet are everywhere, we need just search for the evidence and study it with an open mind. I would like to take a look at some such “object” or area of evidence.  It can be considered a terrestrial or even an extraterrestrial mystery. I would like to look at the Lapulapu Ridge Mining efforts near and around Saipan.  I refer to it as a “mining” effort only because the tracks suggest displacement of soil. The only reason for the displacement of soil that I am aware of is part of either mining or construction efforts. (Constructions that are suggestive of long linear lines are more akin to roads then they are for buildings.) Therefore, let’s look at what is hidden deep under the ocean under the waves.  Let’s look at evidence of large-scale (possibly) robotic automated mining operations under the surface of “our” oceans.

The Lapulapu Ridge Formations

The following are filtered images from Google Earth. The filters remove the reflective waveform obfuscation layer characteristics of the oceans from the Google images.  I want to give Google the benefit of doubt and attribute the reflective quality of the ocean surface to be a truly natural obfuscation. However, once the images are filtered to remove this sort of waveform obfuscation layer a series of patterns emerge.  This is truly puzzling, as one would expect to see resolved undersea details.  You would expect natural features to parallel that of the native landmasses.  Such things as mountains, rivers and other natural geologic structures would be expected to be shown, or more accurately, their undersea equivalents.  But instead, one can clearly see enormous scaled undersea (apparent) surface mining evidence.  Once removed, one can clearly see the presence of unusual tracks and movement. There is absolutely no way that this can be considered to be natural geologic evidence at all.
There are secrets that lie hidden from human eyes and observation. an
The Mystery of the Lapulapu Ridge is one of a city-sized mining operation under the ocean. A 388 mile long underwater site showing extensive geologic mining activity by large (huge) vehicles on the Lapulapu ridge near the Saipan islands.
Undersea mining operations NE of Saipan. (Image Source.) These features shown are near the Saipan islands.  Of which the specific coordinates are 16°27’31.55”N 147°14’19.51”E.  I provide just a mere handful of images to illustrate my point here.  The reader is encouraged to pursue their own investigative activity to whatever conclusion it leads to. These are NOT natural geologic formations.  Nature does not follow straight lines unless they go through fissures or regions of internal stress.  Nor do they make 90° bends, and 180° bends.  Nor do they repeatedly follow parallel paths of operation.  There is absolutely no way that these features are natural.

Non-Natural Features

I was never briefed on these features, nor was I introduced to them through any kind of program or manual. These constructions were discovered as a natural bout of investigative journalism. Indeed, it is characteristic of obtaining supportive documentation for my own contentions.  All that one needs to do is look around themselves to the world about us.  In so doing, one can see the hidden secrets that lie submerged and hidden. I do not who or what formed these features. They might, remotely, be naturally made.  They could be constructed by some surreptitious government project of great secrecy and complexity.  They could be all that remains of some great underwater public works project.  I don’t know at all.  But to me, these structures are clearly intelligent driven.  They seem to suggest large-scale underwater mining efforts.  That is the basis of my discussion here.  That these apparent features are but part of large-scale construction made by a race with the capability to do so. These features are not limited to the Saipan region, but exist in other undersea locations.  For instance, they can be found at 47°47’46.16”S 107°15’00.93”E as well.  Of course, the form and shape is different.  But whom would expect large scale mining west of southern Tasmania? If human, then we really need to take a good hard look at what our fabrication abilities are. Because if we can mine or perform these kinds of undersea activities, then we can most certainly create a facility on another planet. If these formations are not human, then we need to reconsider who is making them and why. Remember, boys and girls, extraterrestrial activity, of huge extent, can be found throughout our solar system.  We only need look below the surface and take a hard look at what is presented to us.

Statists say these features are just normal

After the initial discovery by a poorly named group known as “SecureTeam10”, the scientific statists came out with their pronouncements and statements.
“Large parallel lines = tectonic fissures, naturally occurring sorry. The curvy line is likely the pathway of a underwater current and deposition field of said current.”

- YouTube Mikitan Fox
Now of course, the Scientific Statists have to crawl out from under a rock and “explain” to us that all of this is of no concern.  They hurriedly hopped up upon their great white horses and began to beat the drums loudly.  They shout, “This is just an ordinary fault line. Anything else is incorrect. Everything else is nonsense.” My definition of scientific statism;
A concentration of a set scientific theory in the hands of a closed elite group of people. Often they have direct ties to a highly centralized government. To alter or change that theory to revise it to meet new discoveries or data often requires government derived politics and peer-group approvals.

Tectonic Fissures

Well, it’s just like those pesky statists to make a pronouncement and run away to hide in their mother’s basement. The fracture mechanics model of the tectonic fissures do not permit the kinds of fractures and behaviors that are clearly observed in this instance. I suggest anyone interested in the formation of faults and their behaviors read “Formation and Development of Fissures at the East Pacific Rise: Implications for Faulting and Magmatism at Mid-Ocean Ridges“. It can be read on line at Department of Geosciences, Oregon State University, Corvallis, OR 97331 USA. By understanding the fracture mechanics involved in geothermal processes (especially those in the Pacific rim) one can clearly see that these “tracks” are absolutely not tectonic fissures. Tectonic fissures? What a laugh! Compare these images with the fault lines found in California here. From the paper;
"The Griffith theory assumes that crack initiation occurs from the points of highest tensile stress on the surfaces of these microscopic flaws or "Griffith's cracks" in brittle material (in a biaxial stress field), and this has since been elucidated by the theoretical and laboratory studies of Bieniawski [1967] and Huang et al. [1993]. Joints, lava flow contacts, and tension cracks may be regarded as the macroscopic analogy to "Griffith's cracks" [Gudmundsson and Bäckström, 1991]."
Our understanding of crack formulation in brittle and ductile materials is quite mature. In fact it is one of the most common mechanical and civil engineering undergraduate courses that engineering students take. Oh, I surely remember the days during my classes in the”Mechanics of Deformable Bodies” class. LOL. In the case of the formation of cracks in the Pacific rim, it is obvious that the formation is absolutely straight forward for compressive fissure formulation. Now, stress lines and their associated fractures for geologic features in the Pacific Rim are influenced by the elastic moduli, tensile stress and  tensile strength of the host rock. As such, we know that hosted stresses, are in turn, a function of the grain structure of the materials.
Stress lines follow straight or angular paths.
Lattice structures on steel showing the relationship of the various phases of state as a function of impurity composition / percentage for alloyed iron.
I well remember the days as a young engineering student. We studied the material properties of various materials and how the grain and lattice structures influenced the lines of stress inherent in them. One day we went to the lab and we observed the clean and cut fractures of sample steels. The professor took numerous samples of SAE 1045 and SAE 1018 and placed them in a machine that pulled them apart. The deformation of the parts were at a nice clean 45 degree angle. This was quite along the lines of the crystal grain structure of the materials themselves. No matter what material, and no matter how fast or how slow, the fracture was always identical. It ALWAYS followed the lines of stress inherent inside the material. We can see this everywhere. We can see this on the earth, and we can see this on other planets such as the moons of Jupiter. Here is a NASA slide showing the tectonic stress lines on Europia.
tectonic lines of stress on the moon of jupiter do not match those of the lines found under the sea near saipan.
Tectonic activity on Europia, one of the moons of Jupiter. Notice how the lines match the lattice formation of the grains of the material that is under stress.
Fractures form along the principle lines of stress inherent in the material grain composition of the materials that make up the undersea mountain ranges of the Pacific Rim. This, in turn, is a function of the grain structure of the surrounding rocks. Thus the reason for straight lines,and precise angles of exact (and repeatable) angular measurement.
fault lines in metals take on the same behaviors as the fault lines in geology.
When a material undergoes stress, especially tensile stress, the fracture is along a line of least resistance; or stress line. This line follows the grain pattern of the material. This is also known as the direction of slip, or slip direction. Prior to fracture, there is a period when the base rock goes through a period of plastic behavior. During this time the twinning direction also follows the slip direction as a function of crystal structure.
However, while many of the track lines observed in and around the undersea formation known as the Lapulapu ridge are straight, they do NOT follow material stress lines. Just having straight lines, and angular fractures alone does not qualify an observation to be that of a tectonic stress line. As NOWHERE in the world do tectonic lines of stress manifest as 90 degree bends, followed by another 90 degree bend. No do they manifest as pure radii that rounds a straight 90 degree bend at tangential points. These are clear VIOLATIONS of the laws of deformable bodies.
The tails under the sea do not match stress lines.
Tectonic plates follow the lines of stress. They do not make nice round circular features that follow an inner radius to correct to a 90 degree bend. That is something a tractor trailer rig does, not what a stress line does. Note also the displacement of material during the bend; it overlaps previous material. In fact, through a study of the overlap we can easily see that the object make a turn left to displace previous material as opposed to a turn right.
Ha, that pretty much rules out the kinds of behaviors observed in these tracks now doesn’t it?

About the Environment

These features and the corresponding events are taking place at a mind-boggling depth. At that depth the water is pitch black and the pressure is devastating. At the depth of 11,300 feet the water pressure would be a crushing 5000 psi. To put this into perspective, most unclassified information place “safe” submarine depths at under 800 feet. We do know that submarines can dive deeper. However there is a difference between maximum dive depth and crush depth. World War II German U-boats generally had collapse depths in the range of 200 to 280 meters (660 to 920 feet). While modern nuclear attack submarines like the American Seawolf class are estimated to have a test depth of 490 m (1,600 ft.), which would imply a collapse depth of 730 m (2,400 ft.). The depth of these tracks are at twice that depth. It is as if it was on the surface of another planet. For instance, the crushing atmosphere of Venus is at 93 bar or around 1350 psi. Good golly, this is four times that!
Mysteries are all around us. Many of which lie deep down in the depths of the ocean.
German U-Boat washed ashore and amusing those enjoying the beach.
Anyone or anything that can manufacture such a structure and place it where it is, can do so in just about any rocky planet in our solar system. (Of course, gas giants are another animal all together, so let’s not consider them.) The technology to make such a device is far advanced, and beyond anything that we humans can construct.

Track Behaviors

One of the first things that you can note from these images is the paths or trails that are constructed. The tracks go up entire sides of undersea mountains.. When the mountain is steep, the device that creates these tracks continues to try to go upwards, even if the vehicle slides down the hill sideways. It tries to jockey up the side. The trails indicate complete U-turns that make a 180-degree turn, and then follows alongside the initial path or track. The trails indicate intelligent decision. Ninety-degree turns are made, seemingly at random points. Obviously there was some sort of decision tree and direction that was provided to the engine that creates these tracks.
A study of the tracks clearly shows inteliigent guided movement vectors.
Mining evidence of the mining of the Lapulapu undersea ridge near the Saipan islands. Here one can clearly see the movement of the object creating these tracks had trouble going up and down steep underwater cliff faces. The device or vehicle that made the tracks had to jocky back and forth .
Southern end of the Saipan evidence site.(Image Source.)

Track Characteristics

The tracks are all the same. Aside from areas where they seem to go through mountains, the tracks are a uniform width. They create a line of debris that runs perpendicular to the track direction, and that line of debris is uniform with other lines with it. In the center of the track are a set of “inner tracks” that follow the main track line.

Goes Through Mountains

Apparently it, whatever it is, has the ability to go through mountains. This is very interesting. Does it actually go through the mountain, or does it dematerialize before it, and rematerialize after it? It seems that it actually went through the mountain and the tunnel has since collapsed leaving a shallows and separation of one island into two. Note that the tracks are also different. The tracks start to narrow down like an arrow. This is suggestive of a process that is unknown to us.
The movement and behaviors of the undersea tracks around the Lapulapu ridge are very interesting.
A study of the tracks and the paths lead some interesting findings. For instance the tracks as they relate to the Saipan and Tinian islands is very interesting. It suggests that perhaps the engine went under the island, created a kind of tunnel, that eventually collapsed. Thus forming a shallow area and two separate islands instead of one large island.
Going through mountains and islands. (Image Source.)

Intelligent Control

It is obvious that there is some degree of intelligent control over the vehicle or thing that creates these tracks. It makes 45-degree turns, 90-degree turns, and 180 degree U-turns. It is as if it is searching for something.
The track behavior is suggestive of mining efforts of one type rather than natural large-scale geologic processes.
Closeup of the southern evidence of tacks on the Lapulapu ridge near the Saipan island chain. The tracks make 45 degree turns, 180 degree turns and 120 degree turns. These are not natural processes.
Intelligent Control over the undersea vehicle. (Image Source.)
The undersea tracks show evidence of search efforts and collection and gathering behaviors.
Tracks show clear evidence of turns and reversals, as well as search efforts that comprise 90 degree bends and turns.
Evidence of exact 90° turns. (Image Source.)

Large Scale Formations and Paths

The device operates over enormous regions. Here is the overall general appearance of the most visible tracks around Saipan.
The tracks show obvious patterns of intelligent effort.
The tracks involved in the mining of the Lapulapu ridge show a pattern of obvious mining efforts. In fact, they almost look a map of the type of tunnels that one would make in an underground mining operation.
Obvious mining of the Lapulapu Ridge around Saipan. Whomever or whatever is mining this area, they most certainly are focusing on the Lapulapu Ridge. The tracks clearly indicate an interest on the top of the ridge. While there are forays off the ridge, the tracks indicate an abrupt series of ninety-degree bends to return back to the ridge. I wonder what is so valuable on the ridge that requires such extensive mining at such a deep depth.
The tracks clearly show measured and direct angles. THere are slight variance of only a few degrees which again show that the features are not natural, as natural features always show pure geometric angular relationships.
A study of the angular relationships of the tracks and the associated features of the tracks.
The angles associated with the large undersea tracks along the Lapulapu Ridge near the Saipan islands. They are certainly curious Large-scale formations. With accurate and exact 90 degree bends. The spent debris mounds are formed at a curious angle. The angles are similar but differ. The image above indicates a 76-degree and a 79-degree debris mound.

Evidence of Mining in a Grid-Like Formation

There is evidence that seems to point to the idea that the device operates following a grid or similar map.
The exploration patterns of the undersea tracks are suggestive of search and collect behaviors.
Undersea mining operation near the Saipan islands showing rectangular exploratory behaviors.
Rectangular features forming perfect squares. (Image Source.)
A study of the undersea tracks is very interesting as it indicates intention and intelligent navigation.
As the mining vehicle moved away from the Lapulapu ridge, it discovered fewer minerals of interest and thus was forced to make a 360 degree turn and followed a parallel path back toward the ridge.
Large scale, large distance, grid-like mining.(Image Source.)

Possible vehicle

It’s pretty difficult to track down a vehicle actually making these tracks. However, if you are careful you can find one. I like to call it the roving orb under the ocean. A large object has been observed crawling along the undersea surface at a depth of over 3000 feet off the California coast.  Unlike the “official” explanation for the Lapulapu Ridge Mining operations, this movement is more “organic” and seemingly random. The object, which observers say looks man-made rather than natural, is estimated to measure more than 2.86 miles in diameter. It is a dome shaped structure (as it must be to sustain the enormous pressures on the ocean floor). It moves along the floor and displaces dirt and debris as it moves. The object was brought to the attention of (UFO, strange event, and alien) investigators known as “SecureTeam10”. Tyler, who helps run the internet investigations site, said:
“There are certain areas of the ocean that are obviously blurred out. But what better place would there be for another race or another group of beings to hide than in the deep of our own oceans? … While we are up staring at the sky all day and worrying about what’s up there we have 90 per cent of our oceans unchartered.”

-Tyler at SecureTeam10
Other comments include;
“We see a large circular object and an obvious path or trail created by it – and it disappears into a blurred out area – how convenient.”
There are huge undersea domes that migrate along and associated with the undersea tracks.
Large undersea object that is ambulatory that seems to be associated with the undersea tracks.
What is this object?(Image Source.)
The orb under the sea can be found off the coast of California and near the Saipan islands.
Diagram of the mysterious roving orb that tracks the mysterious mining tracks at enormous depths in the ocean.
It is pretty big. At 4.61 Km. To put this into perspective, imagine that an American football field is 100 yards long (roughly 100 meters). You could fit 46 football fields end to end inside this object. It is huge. In fact, it is the size of a small city. It is around 66.5 square kilometers in surface area. It is one half the size of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. (151.1 square kilometers.) What we can learn from this orb is rather simple. It is associated with the linear tracks, but does not follow the tracks. It makes its own tracks, which seemingly appear to be of random movements. It is also smaller than the width of the linear tracks.
The movement of the orb is unusual and does not match the undersea movement near the Lapulapu ridge near Saipan.
The mystery orb creates it’s own tracks which differ from the more linear and wide tracks found alongside it. This movement is odd and apparently directionless.
There is no question that it is moving about and leaving tracks.(Image Source.)

Abandoned Orb at the base of Lapulapu Ridge

THis orb seems to be abandoned and damaged.
An abandoned orb at the base of an undersea mountain near the Lapulapu ridge.
Another orb “parked” on one of the Lapulapu mining lines? This one looks like it is collapsed somehow. (Image Source.) Close up of an abandoned orb that seems to be parked next to an undersea mountain. It looks like it has been there for a while. Notice that the top of the orb is open and suggests an interior with some type of complex layout. It is too bad that it is so deep, it would be really interesting to go and visit. I wonder what stories it could tell us.
Closeup of the abandoned orb suggesting a complex interior inside.
The abandoned orb. The top appears to be open and there is something inside.
Uh oh. The Orb frustratingly disappears into an obscured area.
These orbs are tricky things to find as they move about and come and go at will.
The orb disappears into deep darkness.
Curses! Foiled Again! (Image Source.)

Conclusions

There are features under the ocean that defy known geologic processes. They are suggestive of undersea mining by an enormous undersea orb. Attempts to describe this away as a natural process are laughable. I don’t know what it is, nor do I know why it is there. The only thing that I know is that the reality that we think of, is just an illusion. It is entirely possible that this observed structure is something piloted by an intelligence for purposes that have no bearing or relationship to humans at all. As such, it is offered to the reader as nothing more, nor nothing less, than an intelligently piloted object that apparently defies the limits of human engineering.

Take Aways

What can we learn from this;
  • There are mysteries that exist under the ocean.
  • Not everything can be explained away as normal geologic processes.
  • There are huge mobile constructions that can move about under intense water pressure.
  • They create paths that appear to be searching or looking for something.

Other Opinions

I received this comment off-line by an influencer.
I think those “machines tracks” are an artifact of the SONAR scan, it’s called Phase Shadowing in the RADAR world. Check out Google Earth ocean bottom off the east coast of the US, say between NYC and Bermuda, it’s all over the place. I’d bet money it’s just an artifact of the signal processing but I’m only 95% sure.
I think that this is a valid observation. However…
  • It wouldn’t explain the roving orb phenomenon.
  • It wouldn’t explain why the sonar doesn’t influence the orb.
  • It wouldn’t explain the jockeying back and forth on the sides of the undersea cliffs.
  • It wouldn’t explain how some right angles are crisp, while others have a radius.
  • It wouldn’t explain how the tracks go under the Saipan islands and then collapse them into the sea.
  • It wouldn’t explain how dust and debris can obscure the tracks in certain areas.
This type of searching for answers is an important part of our role in understanding the world around us. While I have mentioned numerous “objections” to this solution, my ignorance in the way the sonar scan works should be obvious. That being said, in my mind, it could very well be very possible that these are somehow associated with a sonar scan. I just do not know.

RFH

How about a Request For Help? I tire of busybodies and statists who poke fun at the ideas and theories of others. They offer no constructive dialog. Rather they just make fun, ridicule, and then scurry under a rock. I use this forum as a way to disseminate some of the things that I learned though my thirty years of involvement in MAJestic. However, I am forbidden to posit my knowledge directly. I cannot tell the interested, the “secrets of the universe”. The best that I can do is share my opinions about things that interest me, and flavor it indirectly with my forbidden understandings. To help put this in perspective, put yourself in my shoes…
Imagine that you are working at a company with a brutal NDR. You cannot divulge anything about what you are involved in for any reason.

Now, let’s suppose that for thirty years you were involved in training unicorns to dance with bigfoot. To help with your training, the Lock Ness Monster would gather “magical beans” that you would award the unicorns when they did a particularly impressive dance move; like the cha cha or a nice rendition of the samba.

Now, there is no way that you can talk about unicorns, bigfoot, or the Lock Ness Monster. But, the NDR doesn’t cover “magic beans”. So in the best interests of society, you might want to posit your thoughts about growing “magic beans” and how they might be of interest to imaginary creatures.

That is the situation that I find myself in.
So, if you, the reader, were so interested, I would welcome your thoughts on this matter. What do you think about the plausibility that the orb and the tracks are natural geologic events? What are your thoughts about the idea that the US Navy already studied the orb with the open top? What are your thoughts on the levels of technology that must be achieved to perform these kinds of operations? Please, you are welcome to contribute. This is my callout, to you the reader, to assist all of us in solving these mysteries. After all, this is a far better use of the internet than for looking at Justin Bieber videos.

FAQ

Q: What is causing the lines or “tracks” under the sea? A: I do not know. There are geologic processes that can create lines around stress faults, however these lines do not look like any that we know if. If they are part of a geologic process then it would be a new and interesting geologic process. One that deserves study and investigation. To me, as a layman, they appear to be tracks with nice linear debris trails. However, human technology has not advanced to the stage where we can mine at such deep depths. We just do not have that ability. Thus we have ourselves a mystery that perplexes us. Q: What is the orb? A: No one knows, of if they do know, they are keeping it secret. It is a large, no huge, structure that is roving about on the ocean floor. It seemingly follow or retraces the linear tracks made earlier, but instead of following the path already made, it just seemingly moves randomly. Q: What can we learn about this odd event? A: Someone or something thinks that the Lapulapu Ridge holds some valuable items or minerals. They have devoted time (obviously), and effort (certainly) to mine these elements. It is unlikely that they are human, because known human technology cannot reach the working environment that the objects operate in. Q: Why isn’t someone investigating this? A: What makes you think that no one is investigating this? Just because CNN, WaPo, Salon and the Huffington Puffington Post thinks that there is nothing here, doesn’t mean that is actually the case. From a technical point of view, the suggestion of technologies that would enable us to mine the ocean deeps, as well as to provide military advantage for naval submarines is reason alone to investigate this mystery. Remember, boys and girls, real investigations are never publicized. They are kept secret and the work is collected and accomplished in silence.

Army and Navy store repost

When I was a youth, in the 1960’s and 1970’s, one of the biggest treats that my father would give us would be a trip to one of the nearby “Army and Navy” stores. We would hop in the car, and then ride for a spell (depending on the direction) from a half an hour to an hour and a half drive. We would stop along the way to get a soft-serve cone at Dairy Queen, and then spend an hour or so in the store. They all looked pretty much the same no matter where you went. The nearest ones to us, at that time, were in other towns. We would actually have to cross the country line to get to them. At that time, I frequented a store in Butler, Pa., and another one further up North in Erie, Pa. I guess that they are a fading American cultural fixture today. They can still be found. However, they are mere shadows of what they used to be. Today, surplus stores can be found in strip malls in the rough part of town or as stand-alone warehouse-style buildings. In the later case, they might be a metal pole building with a huge “Army and Navy” sign in huge letters (often black on yellow) with corrugated metal roofing and very few windows.
Vintag aircraft
For a boy growing up, the world of the Army and Navy store was the first stop and a doorway to adventure. When we entered the building we encountered the world that we dreamed about. here were places with maps, treasures and tools. We loved going through the boxes and exploring the nooks and crannies of the store.
Of course, today they might not advertise themselves so openly. With all the politically correct nonsense, it makes sense to downplay your presence else an army of enraged “water buffalo” BLM females, or black clad SJW types might burn the establishment down. Anyways, it’s true.

The Big Treat!

When I was a boy, one of the biggest treats that my father would provide for we was a trip to a “Army and Navy Store”. We would drive to the store and park on the street. A quarter would allow us to park the car for the entire day, so usually my father would just put a nickel in the parking meter. That would give us two hours of adventure. That was more than enough time for exploration. Who knew what surprises awaited us?
Phone dialer.
Swiss army phone dialer. This was a portable unit, obviously. Don’t ask me how it worked as I haven’t a clue. We can only assume that it was used in conjunction with other gear of some type.
Today, there are still Army and Navy stores, and they still have the same layout and ambience. When you walk in, your nose is met with that distinct army surplus smell: musty canvas mixed with metal and rubber. Flags hang from the ceiling — an American flag, flags from the different branches of the military, and of course a fine yellow “Don’t Tread on Me” flag. There was always a “Confederate” “American Stars and Bars” flag, as well as the mandatory black MIA flag. There will be racks and racks of clothing. Mostly uniforms and coats. There will be bins of shoes and socks. Webbing and just brick-a-brack that defies description.
Radio Gear.
Who knows what discoveries that await you at an Army and Navy surplus store/ You can find anything from Vietnam era boots to radio sets fight out of a B-52. It’s all yours for a price. It’s a boyhood adventure.

The Army and Navy Store

Every conceivable space in the store is filled with product. You’ll see bins scattered throughout the floor filled with gas masks, canvas duffle bags, canteens, and nylon combat belts. The shelves are jam-packed with combat boots, cargo pants, and helmets. And the coat racks are stuffed with pea coats and camo as far as the eye can see. You would find racks upon racks of military clothing. Then, tucked in every imaginable nook and cranny, were boxes of unsorted clothing. Some in disarray, as if they came from a flea market. Others, nicely folded, but never used, as if they came directly from a warehouse or factory inventory. Near the door would always be a glass counter and a display of the more valuable items. Inside the glass case, you’re likely to find antique military items like Nazi paraphernalia, guns used during WWI, and a plethora of knives. I always liked the “trench knives” that had a built-in set of brass knuckles.
Texas Army and Navy Store
Sometimes the Army and Navy store would be alone in it’s own house, while at other times it would occupy a store front in a seedy section of town. These stores were always quite unique and special.
You could always find compasses, maps, various metals, and all sorts of smaller brick-a-brack in these counters. There also, would be some fine cigarette lighters. Some old. Some new. Many would have military sayings or logos, but Harley Davidson, and the Southern “stars and bars” were always present and popular. For decades, the army-navy surplus store was the go-to place for individuals looking to find a good deal on products to outfit themselves for camping or hunting. It was the place prepare for the apocalypse on the cheap, or simply pick up a stylish pea coat at a bargain price. For me and my classmates, it was a place of adventure. For there, we could outfit ourselves for our next big exploratory adventure. Who doesn’t remember how the explorer’s outfitted themselves in the movie “Journey to the Center of the Earth”? For us, the Army and Navy store was THE place to outfit ourselves for our next adventure. While I don’t recall wheels and piles of hemp rope, they did have rope in smaller quantities. This would include nylon and various other woven types aptly suited for a Naval excursion on the high seas, or perhaps useful for constructing a tree-house ladder. You know, to keep the girls out of the “He Man Woman Haters Club”.
Journey to the center of the earth
Journey to the Center of the Earth (also called Jules Verne’s Journey to the Center of the Earth) is a 1959 adventure film adapted by Charles Brackett from the novel of the same name by Jules Verne. Göteborg’s widow, Carla (Arlene Dahl), who initially believed Lindenbrook was trying to capitalize on the work of her deceased husband, learns the truth of his secrets from her husband’s diary. She provides the equipment and supplies Göteborg had gathered, including much sought after Ruhmkorff lamps, but only on condition that she go along. Lindenbrook grudgingly agrees, and the four explorers and the pet duck are soon journeying into the Earth.
With the United States fighting in just about every obscure nook and cranny of the world (for reasons unrelated to National Security… but that’s a discussion for another time) there was such a glut of military surplus clothing and gear that Army and Navy stores were everywhere. It almost seemed like you could practically throw a rock in any direction and hit an army surplus store. They were prolific and played a vital role in distributing an over-abundance of government-issued supplies that accumulated during the last ten or so wars.

Outfitters for War!

After World War Two, the extreme excess of government-issued equipment (produced by America’s “arsenal of democracy”) combined to explode the growth and popularity of surplus stores. Indeed, huge amounts of wartime leftovers flooded the market.
Crown Surplus
Army and Nay surplus stores were filled with all sorts of military gear. You could get everything there. It was a boyhood dream.
Thanks to the United States’ significant involvement in the Vietnam War, army surplus stores were able to restock their dwindling WWII inventory with updated military surplus. If you visited a surplus store as a kid in the 1980s or early ‘90s, a lot of the stuff you saw was probably from Vietnam. I know that that was the case with what I experienced. There would be a mixture of World War II, Korean War, and Vietnam War gear. In addition there was often a mixture of foreign military gear. I was able to pick up an Africa Korps pith helmet from World War II, and a French paratroop jumper camo cape.
Desk
Here is a military surplus desk combo. It includes a chair, a desk writing surface and some fine drawers. All designed for easy transport and quick storage.
To many, the period from after WWII and until the early 1990s could be considered the “Golden Age of Army Surplus Stores.” There was just so much stuff available, and it was so widely dispersed and easily accessible to the public. Instead of ordering something from a catalog, you just had to drive a few miles to one of the many surplus stores in your city. You could get just about anything there. My brother picked up a World War two Morse code kit in a green canvas carry bag. Who knows the stories that it could tell? Was it dropped behind enemy lines and used by the French resistance? Was it a training device for British Naval saboteurs? Was it used to communicate the successful retaking of the Philippines? Ah, such secrets…
Gear from an army and nacy store.
Typical selection of army and nay gear that you could get from a Army and Navy surplus store. One thing, you the reader probably don’t realize, is that these stores are common all over the world. They are available here in Communist China. You can get some great clothes dirt cheap, I’ll tell you what.
My good buddy ended up getting a trench shovel, and a flashlight that had a red lens cover on it. His younger brother picked up this set of dust google that looked like it belonged on the set of the “Rat Patrol” (a television show from the 1960’s). He wore them to the school, and for about a week he wore them every day (supposedly) in class until his teacher had to put his foot down and tell him enough was enough.
Tactical Parachute Shoulder Bag with Latch
Tactical Parachute Shoulder Bag with Latch. Have a fashion-minded daughter? Give her this and see what she might do with it.
Speaking of fashion… The “Bell Bottom” fad in the late 1960’s came in being precisely due to the popularity of the navy flared (bell bottom) jeans available in the Army and Navy. This was also true for the “Pea Coat” fad that floated up and around in the middle 1970’s. For the longest time I wore a pair of “aviator glasses that I picked up when I was twelve. My brother, not to be outdone, bought some yellow shooter’s glasses. He still has them. I still go visit the establishments to pick up some cargo pants and gloves with the fingers cut off.
Vintage Discoveries.
Who knows what vintage discoveries await the boy within the confines of an Army and Navy store. What is there? What elements of history awaits the boy who is ready for discovery?
Yeah. Army surplus stores still exist. You probably have one in your city. But it’s probably not the same kind of army surplus store you may have visited back when you were a kid. It might still have the smells and have the same kind of over all clutter, but something is missing… If you’ve been to one recently, you likely noticed that fewer of the products they carried were actually “military surplus.” Sure, the stuff might look military-ish, but it was likely bought from a foreign company that manufactures military-ish products instead of from the U.S government, or even a foreign government.
German army shirt.
Here is a nice German army shirt. You can tell by the tiny flag on the sleeve as well as the camo pattern. You can find all sorts of military gear in today’s army and navy stores.

Other stuff…

You’ll also see product in the store that you probably wouldn’t consider “military surplus” like work pants and shirts, consumer camping gear, etc. In short, what I am trying to say is that in today’s army surplus stores there’s less army surplus. Two big factors are contributing to the decline of true military surplus products in the marketplace. These were, or course, [1] the changing nature of war in the late 20th century and [2] the advent of online shopping.
Polish field telephone.
Polish field switchboard. It’s amazing what finds that be discovered when you venture forth into an Army and Navy surplus store.
While the United States is indeed busy fighting all over the world, how we do it has changed. (The US Military is currently fighting seven wars! Thanks to Barrack Obama.) No longer do we throw legions of troops in an engagement. Instead we use selection. We use skilled soldiers. We use drones. Indeed, war has changed dramatically since Vietnam. Instead of engaging in large-scale conflicts that require a draft with many millions of soldiers fighting on the ground, the U.S. military (in all branches) has shifted to a much more streamlined and surgical approach to battle — one that involves a smaller, well-trained, all-volunteer force.
Artillery graph planner
Whether you purchase American military surplus gear or foreign military surplus gear, the finds will certainly surprise. Who knows what little jewels can be found amoungst the clutter?
For example, there were over 10 million American soldiers who served in Vietnam, while only 2.5 million served in the most recent wars in Iraq and Afghanistan. Because our most recent conflicts have required fewer soldiers, the military has required less equipment. Because the army requires less equipment, there’s less military surplus to go around to all the army surplus stores around the country.

But there are other reasons…

American police gear.
Companies that make military gear for the various alphabet agencies (IRS, CIA, FDA, FAA, ICE, DHS, etc…) supply Army and Navy stores as well. There, you can outfit your gear to include FBI tactical vests, light jackets emblazoned with the IRS logo, and all sorts of related gear.
That being said, 9-11 was a boon to the militarized police forces, and armed alphabet agencies. Now, every one from the NSA, FAA, FDA, IRS to the DHS and ICE require state of the art uniforms and gear. So while it might look like there as a dearth of “pure” military hardware, and a glut of cheap-Chinese knock-offs, that is just a reflection of the changing nature of the American government. Today the emphasis is NOT on a large military force fighting in a far off land. Instead it is on a militarized collection of government agencies whose charter is on controlling the American population. It sounds harsh, but it is true. You just need to open up your eyes and take a gander. You can see this emphasis in the Surplus stores. You can also read about how the United States government is busy stocking up on riot gear. You can read about it HERE.
Latest in military gear.
Much of the gear found in Army and navy stores are representative of urban police forces and crowd control. Obviously all black uniforms are suitable for either the Nazi SS and Gestapo, the American IRS or the DHS. When fighting in a military theater, the best uniforms possess a camouflage pattern.
Compounding the shortage due to smaller, more limited military engagements is that — thanks to the internet — army surplus stores now have to compete with the government itself in selling surplus military inventory. The U.S. government has an online store where the public can buy military surplus direct, thus cutting out the army surplus middleman and saving the buyer some money. Thanks to competition from the government’s direct-to-consumer sales, army surplus store owners have had to slash retail markups on their products from a plump 100% to a smaller 30-50%.
Riot gear.
You can equip yourself and your loved ones with some pretty fine riot-gear. All you need to do is go to your friendly Army and Navy store and get some of their surplus population control gear. There are some great deals in batons, and protective padding.

The New World of Army and Navy Stores

Because of these two changes, the [1] streamlined wars and [2] the internet, the once robust army surplus store industry has taken a hit. There’s just less inventory to go around, and less money to be made in the business.
Bruce Willis
Who can forget the scene where Bruce Willis is in the Army and Navy store (or was it a pawn shop?) and decides to go after his tormentors. Ah, what a scene. As with the Kill Bill movie, the victor gets the truck (Pussy Wagon), or in this case the chopper.
To keep shelves stocked with military goods, even though there’s less government-issued military surplus available, stores have taken to importing military surplus “knockoff” products — stuff that looks like military surplus, but really isn’t. Instead it is equipment for urban riot control and police force use. Some stores have shifted their focus from being military surplus dealers to antique military dealers. 20th-century military gear — once considered ordinary surplus — is now considered “vintage,” and collectors are willing to pay top dollar for these antiques. Army surplus stores that have been in business for awhile have used their networks developed over the years to become savvy peddlers of 20th-century military collectibles. Never the less, if you’ve visited an army surplus store lately, you probably noticed they just aren’t what they used to be — that the quality and quantity of the selection of products isn’t the same.

But still…

These places are just fine for exploration and discovery. This is most especially true if you are a boy in your early teens. It’s an experience that all boys should be exposed to. (That and hardware stores, but that is a discussion for another time.)
Serbian Military Surplus Leather Magazine Pouches, 4 Pack, Used
Serbian Military Surplus Leather Magazine Pouches, 4 Pack, Used
These stores still exist, and the desire of boys to explore and go on adventures hasn’t at all diminished. I argue that we should feed this latent need of boys. As such, the exposure to an Army and Navy store is a must stop for all young Americans.

Conclusion

Time has a way of changing things. One of the treasures that existed when I was growing up was the presence of Army and Navy stores. I urge everyone to spend some time and enjoy a visit to one of the few remaining stores that exist in the United States. Who knows, maybe you can relive some forgotten boyhood dreams and share the experience with some close friends and relatives. While today, I have little need for such items, I cannot help but be intrigued by them and coveting of many an odd item or two. I can’t help it. It’s the “pack rat” inside of me, not to mention the “Boy Scout” in me that screams “Be Prepared!” I am sure that one or two plastic mortar round cases might make a nice waterproof storage item for… …things. I’ll find a use for them. You just wait and see.

An appreciation REPOST for all youse guys.

I haven’t done a happiness post in a while. Perhaps it’s high time that I dust off the old keyboard, slide all that nonsense and clutter off my desk, open up a window and let some fresh sunny air inside. With that being said, let’s spend a few minutes to talk about some good things; things that matter to me. And, by extension, maybe that matter to you as well. Eh? These are just some thoughts that I have had. They are my thoughts, and I am sure that not everyone will agree with me. But you can skip the parts you don’t like or agree with. And nod to yourself silently in parts that you do like.

Deep Dark Cool Forests

One of the little pleasures that I have enjoyed are those special moments when I enter the deep dark woods. As most of you might be aware, there are all kinds of forests. From light sparsely fielded birch groves, to dense pine growths, to scrub and spackle arrangements. Here we are talking about deep, thick and rich old-growth forests. Forests that are populated with century old hard-woods like cherry, maple, oak and mahogany. Forests with bark as thick as your hand and lush deep thick curtains of moss that cover everything. You can breathe in the cool moistness with your nostrils and feel the fresh air in your lungs.
The cool deep dark forest.
The cool deep dark forest.
When you walk into this environment it is like you are entering another world. It’s cooler. It’s dimmer, and the shade is complete. There might be a very few instances of light that might manage to pierce through the upper canopy, but not often. You might be able to hear a brook bubbling away, or a swish of some deer as they disappear in the distance.
On of my great pleasures is to walk and explore the dark recesses of a midnight dark forest.
On of my great pleasures is to walk and explore the dark recesses of a midnight dark forest.
It’s a treasured place, and a treasured time. As such, I would like to express my belief that if we do not take the time to go forth and visit these treasured places that we are missing out in one of the great joys of life. Perhaps there is a national park nearby. If so, go there and take a trail that you have never walked before. You will not regret it.

Sunny mid-morning Spring days

As I write this, it is the start of May. Springtime. Just about the entire world is waking up, stretching their arms, and venturing outside. One of the little pleasures (that I have) is the freshness and coolness of Spring air, most especially when it is associated with a very Sunny day. These are days where the windows are open in the house to let the fresh air in. Where the kids are out in the driveway hosing down and washing the car, and where people are talking about when the local pool will open up.
After I left the ADC once I was retired, everything was "good". It was ll good. And I vowed that I would appreciate life more, enjoy it more and treasure it more. Perhaps that is what many people need today. A lesson to appreciate what you have WHILE YOU HAVE IT.
After I left the ADC once I was retired, everything was “good”. It was all good. And I vowed that I would appreciate life more, enjoy it more and treasure it more. Perhaps that is what many people need today. A lesson to appreciate what you have WHILE YOU HAVE IT.
This is also the time when Winter clothes are packed and stored away. The Winterizing for the house, the car, and just about everything else is set aside. It’s also when the first mowing of the lawn occurs, and if you have a pool, when the pool cover is removed, the leaves are gathered from the water, and you “shock the pool” into health. Maybe you might even set some chairs out in the yard.

Nighttime on the beach

It’s quiet. All that you can hear is the surf beating up against the shore. The sky is black, and the sea is black, and the sand is dark grey. Yet, strangely once your eyes adjust, the whitecaps on the waves are this light blue color. It’s actually magical.
Nighttime on the beach.
Nighttime on the beach.
It’s a time when you walk, and think. And if you are with a friend, you talk. The waves roll. The air is still with occasional light breezes, the palms sway. There is a pace of life. It is free of the electronic media that are are all tethered to. And that is a good thing. Then once you return home you can turn on your social media. You can read or hear people literally screaming at you with the latest “issues” of the day. Trump is a Russian spy! China is evil, nasty and eats bats! Your rights are being stolen from you! We need to raise taxes! And on and on and on. Go outside. Shut that nonsense off.

Warm laundry on an icy cold day

It doesn’t seem like much, but to me it’s special. It’s a time when you pull the clothes out of a dryer on a frigid Winter day. The clothes are warm, toasty and delicious. Meanwhile the house is cold, brisk and icy.

A delicious home-cooked hamburger and an icy beer

You didn’t think that I would ignore this special moment, did you? Nope. All praises to the home-made hamburger and the icy cold beer. Now, when I mean icy-cold, I actually do mean icy cold. In fact, I (myself) prefer a tall glass of ice, and then pour the beer in. That means, boys and girls, that I drink the beer at 32F or 0C. Frosty.
One of the delicious pleasures that I have is the home-made hamburger with a nice frosty beer. It's what I enjoy, and I believe that everyone should try this combination at least once in their life.
One of the delicious pleasures that I have is the home-made hamburger with a nice frosty beer. It’s what I enjoy, and I believe that everyone should try this combination at least once in their life.
Now a frosty mug is nice. But it is the temperature of the beer that makes this special. Not to mention a nice home made hamburger with tomatoes, cheese (glorious cheese!), lettuce, and bun. Oh, and if you were inspired, some nice slabs of bacon would really enhance the overall burger flavor, don’t you know. Well? What’s stopping you from doing this right now?

Fixing a busted car and having it roar back to life

Have you ever dealt with a broken piece of machinery? You sit in the car, you fire it up and …clunk! Nothing. Gagh!
That car is very tired.
That car is very tired.
So then, after some screaming and moaning, you finally figure out what is wrong. You pull out your tools, and start to get to the heart of the matter. But, of course, nothing is easy to get to. You need to tear half the car apart to get to anything. Then, after hours of work, frozen and stuck nuts, icy wind blowing on your knees and your shit wet with water, oil, gasoline and grease, you finally are able to put the replacement part back in. Then, you climb in and fire that puppy back up… …barooooom! It’s “Miller Time!
It's a real joy to see an engine roar back to life once you fix a few problems. (Oh, and don't you just love the 454, eh?)
It’s a real joy to see an engine roar back to life once you fix a few problems. (Oh, and don’t you just love the 454, eh?) The 1970 LS6 454 cubic-inch V8 that was one of the best street muscle car motors ever produced. Broooom!

Making a pot of Chili

There is a certain joy in making a pot of chili. I really cannot enunciate why it is so special. Maybe it is because I would tend to cook chili on the weekends. Or maybe it’s the smell of the chili as it is cooking all afternoon.
A fine bowl of home-made chili.
A fine bowl of home-made chili.
Or maybe it’s sitting down afterwards watching a movie with the chili in one hand and an icy cold beer in the other. I really don’t know. What ever it is, it’s most certainly a wonderful and special noteworthy time. I started to make chili when I lived outside “Poison Canyon” in Ridgecrest, California. One day the staff on the base had a “chili cook-off” on a non-base facility. All of us were asked to submit our creations. It was my first attempt at making chili and (yes) I made some mistakes. But then ever since, I kept at it and kept at it. Now, when I make up a pot, it is my “comfort food”. I like to eat it over rice. (Though some friends in Louisiana like to eat it over chips.) I know that sour cream is a nice addition, but I never seem to have any around. Instead I opt for lots and lots of yellow cheese (sharp cheddar) is my favorite and some hot peppers. Oh, and don’t forget the icy cold beer.

Playing with your dog

There’s something about a little playful ritual that I have with my dog “Shao Pi”. You see, a couple of times a day I give him a “dog sausage”. It’s a kind of meat flavored rice filler in the shape of a sausage. It’s pretty darn cheap.
Chinese doggie sausages. You cut holes int he plastic skin and he sucks the liverwurst like meat out of the sausage.
Chinese doggie sausages. You cut holes in the plastic skin and he sucks the liverwurst like meat out of the sausage.
What I do is cut the ends off and punch holes in it. Then I call him. Now, my game is to pretend that I cannot see him or know where he is. I start looking for him all over the house and outside on the porch. He goes crazy trying to say “I’m here! I’m here!”. I carry on like this for a few minutes. Eventually he “convinces” me that he’s there, and I hand the treat out to him. Now, my wife tried this game. The only thing is that she didn’t play the game. She just handed the sausage to him. What he did was so funny. He sat on the floor. Looked at the sausage, and then up to her. As if to say “what? You don’t want to play with me? Did I do something wrong?” And then he slunk back to his sleeping bed and ignored the sausage. LOL. This time is a little pleasure I have. I guess that it sounds so silly to dog haters or cat lovers, but I swear it is a special time and something that adds meaning to my life.

An after-dinner cigar and a glass of whiskey

Ah. You can tell that I am a man growing old. But you know what? Yup this is a real pleasure of mine. There is something relaxing and soothing to have a fine meal, and then calm down afterwards with a fine cigar and a nice glass of whiskey.
An after dinner cigar and a glass of whiskey.
An after dinner cigar and a glass of whiskey.
I must admit that I am not a connoisseur of cigars. Rather, I take what I can get. Though the Cuban cigars obtained locally are really nice. As far as whiskey goes, I know what bad and fake whiskey is, but my budget will not permit me to have any of those expensive brands that you see in magazines. So I make the best with what is within my budget. It’s a pleasure of mine and something that you cannot do in any public restaurant in America today. But, it is something that I can do just about anywhere else in the world. It’s what’s called “freedom“.

Picking a ripe heirloom tomato off the vine

When I was growing up we had a little garden. I was the only one who really cared about it. I would tend to it, and weed it all Summer. I would also go ahead and plant tomatoes along with the other vegetables. My favorite plants were, of course, tomatoes. Though secondary favorites included green peppers and zucchini.
A fine tomato sandwich.
A fine tomato sandwich.
I tried to grow them up here in China. No such luck. Zhuhai is way, way too hot for the kinds of tomatoes that I know and love. I wrote a post about this HERE…
Tomatos
Anyways, back to my story. Growing tomatoes is a real pleasure of mine. I especially like the tomato sandwich that I make from a freshly picked juicy “Big Boy” fresh off the vine. I just cut that sucker into many thin cuts. Layer the cuts one on top of the other. Add some salt and pepper, and slather some sweet mayonnaise (Miracle Whip) on top. Of course, I use plain white bread. It’s the perfect bread for this sandwich.
I just cannot imagine a Summer without a tomato sandwich.
I just cannot imagine a Summer without a tomato sandwich.
And, of course, I always eat it over the sink while the sauce and the tomato dripping fall down. My hands get all messy, but I just rinse them off under the running water. It’s a great Summer pleasure, I’ll tell you what.
You do not know what your true pleasures are until you cannot have them. The pleasure of a simple tomato sandwich was denied to me in the ADC.
You do not know what your true pleasures are until you cannot have them. The pleasure of a simple tomato sandwich was denied to me in the ADC.

Canoeing on a quiet lake alone

This is a pleasure that most people do not enjoy. You buy or rent a canoe. You go to a remote area, and there, in the early morning, you paddle out into the lake while the morning mist is rising off the lake. If you get up really early, it’s still very dark out. Like maybe four int he morning.
Ron Swanson understands. This is from season 7, episode 13.
Ron Swanson understands. This is from season 7, episode 13.
It’s quiet. The mist is like a fog and all you can hear are the frogs, the critters, and the sound of the swishing of the water. Then you just paddle up and down the lake. Maybe find a quiet spot and fish. You pop a top (open up a can of beer), and drink it down. You don’t have a cellphone, or at least no signals. No one can contact you with an “emergency”. Your time. Your place. Your life. It’s magical.

Soup in a thermos and a home made sandwich

Most people don’t give this any thought. But you all should. There’s something comforting in having a lunch prepared by loved ones for you instead of a McDonald’s #3 meal supersized with a coke. A home-made meal is healthier, better, cheaper, and often more delicious than one made in a fast-food restaurant. It won’t make you fat, it will be balanced, and it will remind you of your connections to your loved ones. It’s a win-win.
A homemade packed sandwich goes a long way to keep the stomach rumblings down and subdue the ravenous beast inside.
A homemade packed sandwich goes a long way to keep the stomach rumblings down and subdue the ravenous beast inside.
The thermos might contain coffee, but more often than not it would be home made soup. My personal favorites are chicken-noodle, cream of broccoli, and vegetable beef. The sandwich would generally be some kind of “Dagwood” consisting of a few slabs of meat, some tomatoes, lettuce, onions and maybe s “thickener” like peanut butter or a fried egg. Topping it off would be a fruit. Maybe an apple or a banana. Sometimes an orange. That’s what you get when you have a traditional family. One person works outside, the other person takes care of the domestic issues. They make sure that you eat well and healthy. They put care into that meal. They put love into that meal.
A thermos filled with home-made soup is a very special thing, and it reminds you that you are nothing without your family and their support.
A thermos filled with home-made soup is a very special thing, and it reminds you that you are nothing without your family and their support.
They say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, and it is very, very true.

Enjoy an ice cream Sundae

Ice cream is everywhere. Or at least, what we call ice cream, is everywhere. In the West, America I’m talking to you, most “ice cream” is actually a percentage of cream with milk and other fillers. It’s not really “real” and “pure” ice cream at all. Which is really rather sad. This little pleasure describes eating real, honest to goodness, ice cream at a dairy that gives you the real thing. And what’s more, you eat a Sundae using it.
A well done ice cream sundae would have multiple scoops of real ice cream, with all sorts of toppings added.
A well done ice cream sundae would have multiple scoops of real ice cream, with all sorts of toppings added.
Now, some history first. Back in the day, when families still attended churches, and would spend the Sundays together, a “Sundae” was a special treat. It was a time to go traipse off to the local dairy farm and eat or have some fresh ice cream. That was a big event back in the day. It’s so difficult to imagine what the big deal was, because seemingly ice cream is everywhere. Heck you can get a “ice cream””Sundae” at McDonald’s, for goodness sakes. Which isn’t really a true “ice cream” nor a true “sundae”. It’s a tasty food-like product. Fine for kids, but really below standard for most adults. Adults deserve real… REAL… ice cream. In California, back in the 1980’s, ice cream parlors were making a comeback. Though, I have no idea what is going on today. When I was there, they were being displaced by the TCBY frozen yogurt franchises.
Oh, and by the way, any decent Sundae in the United States would be topped with an American flag, don't ya know.
Oh, and by the way, any decent Sundae in the United States would be topped with an American flag, don’t ya know.
Here we are talking about paying the money and eating an enormous ice cream Sundae with your loved ones. We are not talking about some fake ‘soft serve” for a dollar at the local fast food joint. So, what more can I say? Go ahead, and go get a quality ice cream sundae. You won’t regret it. Finally, here’s a shout out for Hersey’s Fudge. Get some on-line or in a grocery store and use this (instead of Hersey’s chocolate syrup) on your home concoctions.
Hersey's Fudge
Hersey’s Fudge

Playing with your cat

Now I talked about playing with my dog, but I also get an equal amount of satisfaction while playing with my cats. They are hunters and nothing gets them more excited that playing “hunt that critter”. The best toys are the feathers or snake on a string.
Cats love to play with those feathers.
Cats love to play with those feathers.
I would dangle those feathers in the air and they would spend hours running, chasing, leaping and clawing at them. They would be so caught up in it and it’s a true joy to behold. Ah… good times.

A cup of fresh brewed coffee on a cold winter’s day

Now most Americans appreciate a nice cup of brewed coffee. We go to Tim Horton’s, Starbucks, McDonald’s or Duncan Donuts to get our fix. Of course, we also tend to brew it at home, whether it is in an old-fashioned percolator, a Chemex, or even (gasp) instant coffee. But here, I want to talk about a different kind of coffee experience.
An "old fashioned" American diner.
An “old fashioned” American diner.
Imagine it’s snowing out, and as cold as a witches tit out. You had spent maybe ten minutes trying to chop the ice off your windshield with the wind howled around you, and icy cold dust flakes of snow burned your skin. Your breath would exhale in white clouds that would frost up your eye glasses and turn your beard white. And finally, after shoveling away the snow you hop into the car, and turn the motor over (you had a oil-dipstick heater, after your reinstalled the battery)… Gah! You can tell that I used to live in Northern Indiana, eh? You start driving down the road. It’s around 5:30 in the morning and the sky is just beginning to become a dreary light grey. Up ahead is a brightly lit diner. It’s one of those old-fashioned stainless steel sausage affairs. It looks something like a mobile home, but is all silver color with warm inviting windows all along the sides. You pull in, while a truck with a snowplow on it’s front is busy cleaning out the parking lot. You park, turn off the engine and get out of the car. A few steps later, you pull open the heavy stainless steel and glass door and you are inside this warm, inviting diner filled with the aroma of bacon, eggs and freshly brewing coffee.
Inside of a fine American style diner.
Inside of a fine American style diner.
You go up to the counter. There’s a guy (or a gal) there who immediately places some silverware on a napkin next to you once they wipe down the table. You, or course, reach over to the free newspapers down the counter to see what the daily news is, and when the waitress comes on over you place your order. If you are like me, you would order “Country fried steak and eggs” with grits (or hash browns), wheat toast (why I never ordered rye?) and a coffee. She would say “Just a moment, hon.” Then in short order, she would fill up a fine slam-on-the table white mug filled with fresh coffee…
A vintage heavy ivory white ironstone china coffee mug. This is what coffee was intended to be drunk out of.
A vintage heavy ivory white ironstone china coffee mug. This is what coffee was intended to be drunk out of.
You see, it’s not so much about the coffee as it is about the context… the environment… the feelings and the emotions that you have at that exact moment in time. I know, I know… Starbucks fans will argue that that they are just fine with the paper cup that they get from Starbucks. They believe that it is just as good, or maybe better…. I do not. Please enjoy a nice cup of coffee, and share it at a moment that remains special to you.
A cup of coffee at a diner.
A cup of coffee at a diner.

Thunderstorm at night

Who doesn’t enjoy a nice cozy stay inside during a thunderstorm? The light display, and the booming of the thunder is inspiring. Not to mention the crash of the rain as it beats upon the house, and the gusts of wind that howl and moan in the ptch black night. It’s a great time to stay inside and cozy up with loved ones under a throw. Don’t you think?

Homemade Iced Tea

I grew up in Western Pennsylvania. There, we pretty much drank Hi-C, or Cool-Aide. My mother would go ahead and pour the granulated mix into pitcher and refrigerate it. Then, when I was in High School, the idea of making “fresh” lemonade or Iced Tea caught on. We would put this big tureen on the stove and cook up a batch of tasty refreshing beverage. Then allow it to cool down. later, at the end of the day, we might sit on the large shady porch and drink it as the sun would set. Though in those days we called it “watching the street lights turn on”. It was nice, you know. Of course, then in those days, we might also smoke a joint, a cigarette, or a bowl of something that was illegal at that time. We were pretty much told that it would give us brain damage, and one day we might get confused, and put a baby in the microwave, or try to jump out of the window in an attempt to fly. It was in all the newspapers and magazines, don’t you know. Back then, we would sit on a “glider” (which is a metal couch that sways back and forth) or in a “porch swing” which is a wooden bench seat that hung from the ceiling by chains.
Metal glider. This is a long forgotten masterpiece that is fun to sit in and wonderful for wide shady porches.
Metal glider. This is a long forgotten masterpiece that is fun to sit in and wonderful for wide shady porches.
Of course, there would be a blanket or throw or some pillows on the glider. We never sat on the bare metal or wood slats. You know, looking back, many of my first dates were spent on the safety of the porch while the girls’ parents were in the kitchen or living room. It is that moment that you treasure. The sun has set, the sky is turning into a dark blue color. The air is cooling down and a little breeze is kicking up. House lights are turning on, and the homes looked warm through their windows with yellow and orange colors on the bluish-white exteriors. The crickets come out, and the cicadas. You can even watch the bats fly about in the sky. Later on in my life, I completely forgot about that.
Delicious Southern style Iced Tea.
Delicious Southern style Iced Tea.
I would go ahead and get this kind of iced tea in fast food restaurants. it would be filled with chemical preservatives, and unsweetened. No lemon. No orange. No mint. And I would be forced to drink this kind of camel piss on my way to and from work. Then, when I moved to the South, I experienced what “real” iced tea is. It’s called “Southern Ice Tea”, and it’s awesome!
How to Make Perfect Southern Sweet Iced Tea

Iced tea is pretty much a year-round staple here in the south - probably mostly because it's so darned hot down here most all of the year. Besides, tea - unlike soft drinks - is loaded with benefits.

Just like seasoning recipes to taste, you definitely should adjust to your own sweetness level with sweetened iced tea. Some folks like it real sweet, some not quite so sweet and you can certainly exchange sugar for an appropriate sugar substitute, even making the tea completely unsweetened, and adding it per glass.

This recipe makes 2 quarts of sweet tea and I used to use a cup of sugar, but then I switched to making my tea completely unsweetened and using a sugar substitute by the glass, but then I stopped using artificial sweeteners completely, then I went back to them, or I flip flop between a stevia/sugar blend, monk fruit or agave - I've pretty much tried most all of them. When I went back to using regular granulated sugar, I found a cup to be too sweet for me. Eventually I reduced that cup of sugar to 3/4 cup, then 2/3 cup and now I find about 1/2 cup of sugar for the whole pitcher works pretty good for me. In restaurants I always find sweet tea generally far too sweet for me, so I order it "half and half" - half sweet, mixed with half unsweetened, and during the summer I go through so much tea that I now make a full gallon of a diet sweet tea.

Sweetening aside, one thing is for certain. I believe that the perfect iced tea starts with Luzianne brand. {affil link} Period.

Now... I don't say that because I'm trying to impress the folks at Luzianne (who have no idea who I am), or because I'm trying to make myself look more "Southern" by using Luzianne. I use it because, in my opinion, it is the tea for Southern iced tea - whether it's sugared up or made with sugar substitute. Not that other brands don't make a good pitcher of tea. Mama used Lipton and it's a perfectly fine tea. It's just that for what I consider to be the perfect Southern iced tea, I truly believe you need to use Luzianne.

Finding a restaurant, even in the Deep South, that served sweet tea was a challenge there for awhile. Restaurants jumped on the bandwagon of removing sugar from their tea and tried to pass off unsweetened tea to all of their patrons, offering sugar packets at the table. Well, everybody knows that just doesn't work. Warm tea is what you need to dissolve sugar and iced tea just needs to be cold. Not warm. Not at room temperature. But chilled cold and served over ice and for me, with lemon. So, thankfully, they have finally gotten back to offering sweet tea again, and unsweetened for those folks who prefer not to have the sugar. It's true, a lot of folks, myself included, sweeten with sugar substitutes these days, but still… every once in awhile, we all sure enjoy a glass of ice cold, sugared-up tea.

Tea Tips:

1. For perfect tea always start with fresh filtered cool water - never tap water!

2. Cloudiness is often caused by putting hot or still warm tea directly into a cold refrigerator. My method prevents this since you are pouring your steeped tea directly over ice cubes.

2. Bitterness in tea is caused by overcooking and burning the tea leaves - that is why it is important not to boil the teabags and not to steep them too long in boiling water. To counter, a pinch of baking soda - only about 1/8 of a teaspoon - can be added to the hot, steeped tea after you remove the bags. It will not affect the taste of your tea, and provides insurance against bitterness.

3. Use wooden spoons to squeeze your tea bags, a glass container - like a large Pyrex measuring cup - to steep your tea, and store it in a glass pitcher if at all possible. I break this rule myself at times though, especially with my Milo's copycat diet iced tea. And I do love my Tervis cups.

4. If you prefer your sweetened tea more on the sweet side, increase the sugar. Some folks like as much as 1-1/2 cups of sugar, but start lower and increase for the next pitcher.

5. Of course, substitute artificial sweetener by the pitcher or per glass if you don't want to use sugar. I use the granulated Splenda in the large bag, about 3/4ths cup is enough for me.

6. If you like lemon in your tea, try making ice cubes out of lemonade to use in the individual glasses. As they melt, they will infuse the tea with lemon flavor! {a tip from Susan of our Facebook Family!}

Ingredients:
5 to 7 individual tea bags, (Luzianne brand preferred) {affil link}
1 quart of cool filtered or bottled water
Pinch of baking soda, optional
1 (4-cup) glass Pyrex measuring cup for steeping
2 quart glass pitcher filled with ice
1/2 to to 1 cup granulated sugar, or to taste
Fresh lemon, sliced or wedges, and some mint sprigs, optional

Instructions:
Boil one quart of cool filtered or bottled water, bringing to a full, rolling boil then turn off heat. Steep tea bags in the hot water for 9 minutes. Gently squeeze bags of excess water and remove. Whisk in sugar (and baking soda if using) until dissolved and set aside. Fill pitcher with ice, and carefully pour the hot tea concentrate over the ice. Stir well and pour over ice filled glasses, garnishing with a sprig of mint leaves and a nice juicy slice of lemon. Savor. Makes 2 quarts.

Cook's Notes: 
For a milder tea, use 5 bags; for a more robust tea, go with 7. Increase sugar as needed to your sweetness level. Never pour hot tea directly into a glass pitcher without ice in it! To conserve your ice and use the tea per glass, fill the 1/2 gallon pitcher with 1-1/2 quarts of water instead of ice, and top with the steeped tea.

-Deep South Dish
Personally, I always use (a generous amount of) cut up orange slices, along with the lemon. And sometimes even a slice or two of lime or grapefruit to tarten up things a bit.

Sweet + tart = flavorful neutral.

I always use mint, but too much mint is not good and will act medicinally. Your heart will start to race. Yikes! So just use a sprig and no more. Sweeteners can be sugar, brown sugar, cane sugar, and honey. Experiment. You can end up with some very delicious cool Summer drinks for your end of the day porch rest periods.
Iced tea is just perfect for the end of the day rest periods while the wold quiets down.
Iced tea is just perfect for the end of the day rest periods while the wold quiets down. Some of the best Southern Iced Tea that I ever had came from Louisiana and Mississippi.

Nighttime walk in a snowstorm

You have not lived life until you have walked at night in a snowstorm. This is most especially true if it is in the countryside, on a wooded road, and you are alone with only the wind whistling through the trees and the cracking and gnawing of the branches as they sway in the wind.
Night time walk in the Winter snow storm.
Night time walk in the Winter snow storm.
When ever you have an opportunity, whether it is an old-fashioned sled ride, or sleigh ride, a walk, or a ski-mobile trip to the neighboring woods… please do it. Get gout and enjoy “Mother Nature”.

Conclusion

Make what you do matter. Take time to savor every moment. Do not try to be like the actors in the movies. Just try to be you; the best YOU that you can be. Do things your way. Live life your way. Start doing it now.
Make your life matter. Do the little things that enhance your life. Appreciate them, savor them and enjoy them.
Make your life matter. Do the little things that enhance your life. Appreciate them, savor them and enjoy them.
I do hope that you enjoyed this post. I have similar posts in my Happiness Index…

Rheotaxis in the garden of the Ediacaran. Some history for the interested searcher.

Here is a MAJestic post.

I dredged it up from obscurity, and I think that it would be useful for you all to reread a MM classic for a change. I’ve devoted a few years of  “junk and stuff” to help get youse guys mind off the crazy town. So now enjoy this one.

I am sorry that I have been a little slow in releasing these particular kinds of articles, but you know it isn’t everyday where you are located in the middle of ground-zero for World War III. So I’ve been a little side-tracked, don’t you know.

Anyways…

Anyways, as far as this particular MAJestic post is concerned, please keep in mind the limitations that I have regarding the dissemination of information.

While I just cannot divulge any secrets, some of what I CAN discharge has to do with things that are not of a technical interest. Such as history, culture, society, and "the bigger picture". 

My role (as was Sebastian's) enabled us some very exclusive access to "understandings". 

Nothing that was really of a functional interest to MAJestic specifically. Just general odds and ends and curiosities. And one of these "tidbits" is how our planet in our solar system became populated with life.

This kind of information is not “secret”, “confidential” or “restricted”. It is considered to be an unimportant curiosity that does not matter in the grand scheme of things.

And this is the subject for today. It is a little history lesson.

We are going to talk about what the earth was like when the first organisms started to grow upon the earth. As well as the kinds of attention that this evolutionary process generated in the civilizations that were present at the time (elsewhere in the galaxy).

Ah. You all know that I have a particular interest in history, don’t you?

What I am going to present here is a mix of [1] what I have been exposed to, and I place it all [2] in context to what our present scientists (“experts”) believe. Combined, the two points of view can give the interested reader some real valuable insight into this rarer bit of obscure knowledge about the earth’s history. I also mention [3] some elements of life within the physical that many humans are unaware of, perhaps being alien to the Newtonian understanding of physics.

We are going to talk about about the Ediacaran Period.

This was a long, long, LONG time ago. Around 630 million years ago. Just about the time when the solar system was starting to become interesting to other species within our galaxy.

In comparison, the human species is only around 400,000 years old, and of that most of the time we were all very primitive. In fact the written history is only around 5,000 years old. We are very youthful. Here we talk about the time long before dinosaurs, flies, insects, fishes and trees. We are talking about the time when there wasn't a moon.

That is correct. 630,000,000 years ago the Earth had no moon.

I cover this subject elsewhere.

The earliest extraterrestrial humanoid (Physically-animated bipedal entities that utilize technology to visit the Earth) visitation known (to me personally) to our solar system occurred during the Ediacaran period (630 million years ago).

FYI: This is not “official” MAJestic knowledge. (This information is tangential to our roles and are personal observations that were debriefed, but not relative to our mission parameters. ) In general it is considered to be extemporaneous, non-mission critical information.

The base age of approximately 635 million years ago is based on the U-Pb (uranium-lead) isochron dating method.  

Here, strata from Namibia and China was dated using this method.  

There is a more or less active debate on the dating methodology regarding this time period.  In any event it is far above my head and rather esoteric for my tastes.  

The dating method I place here is approximate and based upon our limited understanding of the Earth at this time.

This was a long, long, very long time ago.  The reader must understand that fact.  Typically when humans think of the past, we tend to think in terms of thousands of years.  Officially, civilization is supposed to be less than 10,000 years old.

Civilization, in this meaning, loosely refers to the creation of stable and moderate sized agrarian communities which may or may not have a written language.

But, this particular period of time is far, far older than that.

In fact, it is not 100x older.  It is not 1000x older.  It is 63,000 times older than what we consider to be the start of bipedal human civilization.  It is so long ago as to be incomprehensible.

Please kindly refer to my notes (within the MAJestic Index) and my thoughts on the human ability to understand large swaths of time.

During this time, there were no evolved humanoids or proto-humans on the planet.  The life on the earth was quite primitive.

Therefore, any and all the visitations were made by extraterrestrials.  These creatures came and visited the earth and left. No one stayed for long. I would consider these visits and excursions to be survey expeditions made by long-extinct space-faring extraterrestrial species.

They had many forms.

The dominant physical form (by a “long shot”) that we, as humans, would recognize was the early variations of bipedal proto-humanoid extraterrestrials.

During this huge swath of time, the Earth was visited at various times by numerous species.

This period of time lasted for 94 million years, and began in the distant past around 630 million years ago.  A lot of things can happen in 94 million years.

Again, the reader is reminded that this particular period of time contains 94 million years.  That is an amazingly long expanse of time.

Indeed space-faring species developed, thrived and evolved past their physical forms many times during this period.

Obviously, this implies that there were space-faring, extraterrestrial races at this distant point in time so long ago.  (None of which originated on the earth.  They only visited it.)

During this period some would visit our solar system for various purposes and they would stay for varying lengths of time.    All of these visitation(s) were short lived affairs.

Any settlements were temporary and used for scientific study and other short duration activities.

The visits were, of course, by extraterrestrial species of various points of origin, as there was absolutely just the very beginnings of higher order life on the world at this time.

Our solar system

The reader must understand that at this time the Earth was a bare and desolate place. The land was barren rock, and mountains. Sure there was mater and ice on the land masses, and perhaps microbes. But no significant life on the land surfaces. The only life was in the seas.

Our solar system was mostly free of the huge dust disks and debris field of the earlier 3 billion years.

Our star had matured during that time and became much more stable.

But stability is a relative thing; the earth was no longer entirely molten.  Indeed, the surface of the earth was cooling and a thick gaseous envelope of various dusty gasses surrounded it.

Outside the Earth, the other rocky planets were also beginning to cool down and life was just beginning to form in the most unlikely of places. This included the smoggy Mars, and Venus, as well as numerous moons of Jupiter (because Jupiter was much closer to the Sun then as it is today).

At this point in time, the earth was just beginning to stabilize enough to maintain ambulatory life.  

Previous to this time, it was a hot and desolate place (prior to the Sturtian period around 710 Ma).  

Then it began to cool down.  

During the early Neoproterozoic (around 850 Ma to 740 Ma) it cooled down sufficiently for early life in the earliest forms to evolve.  

There was a pause or “burp” in evolution during the Sturtian glaciation around 710 to 735 Ma, and then a resumed period of growth during the Cryogenian period.  

This again was put on hold during the Marinoan glaciation that finally ended around 635 Ma.  

It was the Ediacaran period at around the end of the Marinoan glaciation where things started to evolve into life that we understand it to be; significant.  

Around the Vendian period (approximately 570 Ma), the first classes and orders of identifiable creatures became recognizable in the fossil records.

Mars, and Venus looked quite different than they do now. The atmospheres were different. The pressures and temperatures were different.  Their orbits, and orbital inclination to the ecliptic were different as well.

The earth had no moon, and our orbital inclination was different.

I do not know if there was another planet in orbit around the sun that eventually formed the asteroid belt. My personal belief that there wasn’t a planet, and what we see as asteroids are but the remnants of the solar system “frost zone”.  Not of a planet that broke up sometime int he distant past.

Jupiter was larger. It was hotter, and it was closer to the sun than it is now.

A number of it’s moons had atmospheres, and there was actually some (short lived) periods of liquid water on key moons.

All the other gas giants, Jupiter, Neptune and Uranus also migrated outwards, but their physical changes were not as radical as for Jupiter.

Our Planet

Our earth was indeed a desolate place; however it was not without its charms.

It was marginally habitable, but showed great promise to those races with a long term view point.

Our planet consisted of mostly exposed and harsh rocks and water in a harsh nearly lifeless world.  It was, of course, shrouded in toxic gasses under high temperature and pressure.  But even in this environment, life spawned.  During this time on the Earth we saw the continued emergence of simple organisms and simple creatures.

This time is considered the Neo-proterozoic era.

While nothing really existed on land, most life lived in the (emerging) waters of the earth and along the rocky shorelines.  Here is where we have found the first good fossils of the first multi-celled animals on the Earth.

These (over the last few hundred years) were discovered and obtained, and that is how we now know that this was a period of the first native biological life on the earth.

Atmosphere

The world (at that time) was not only bare (consisting of broken rocky surfaces and coarse sand and gravels), but the atmosphere was pretty rank.

While there was an oxygen atmosphere, it was then only 40% of what consider normal today.

Instead the climate was dominated by (poisonous to humans) carbon dioxide and at a level fully sixteen times that of today.  It was a time of thunderous storms, damp and dank weather and bleak, harsh rocky surroundings.

Yet, with all that being true, the world was still (considered) marginally habitable for bipedal humanoids.  Bipedal humanoids would of needed oxygen masks, protective clothing, and solid reliable shoes to walk about on the planet.

Of course there was be dust and dirt, but it tended to have a granular appearance.  The air, while rank, was breathable with filters and oxygen supplements.

The atmospheric pressure was tolerable but outside of what was considered normal for conventional humans.

The temperature varied by location, but for the most part was in the range considered to be marginally acceptable.

There was liquid water (over a large section of the globe); stable land forms, and a total lack of competing contentious native life forms.  The earth at that time was a potential oasis that would be viewed as having great future promise by any extraterrestrial who would visit it.

Those species who visited it left their marks in various ways.  Some of which eventually spawned higher order organisms unintentionally through careless behavior.

Which makes you wonder... "exactly what kinds of careless behaviors were involved?"

Native Life

It was during this time that the (so called) Ediacaran biota flourished.

Ediacaran biota.

The Ediacaran biota are the somewhat puzzling fauna of the Ediacaran period. 

This geological period was from 635–542 million years ago (mya), but the fossil biota was only from 575–542 mya. 

This was after a series of ice ages and just before the Cambrian period. 

The biota consists of soft-bodied multicellular organisms, probably animals, which left trace fossils in rocks of Ediacaran age.  

The biota is quite unusual, and there is no sign of it in the preceding Marinoan glaciation. 

The biota appears to suffer a fairly severe extinction event at the boundary with the Cambrian. 

Some of the biota may have survived into the early Cambrian.

Then the world consisted of very large and shallow seas.

These shallow seas permitted the growth of various simple organisms.

Simple trace fossils of possible worm-like creatures; known as the Trichophycus became common, as well as the very first sponges and trilobitomorphs (the early ancestors of trilobites).

The creatures of the earth at this time were simple in design and structure.

Throughout the history of the Earth from Cambrian to the present day, soft-bodied creatures are notorious for dying without a trace. The lack of tough structures leave them exposed to waves, winds, and scavengers, causing many of them to completely dissolve after death.

They were the earliest naturally evolving creatures of the earth and consisted of very simple proto-fungi and very simple proto-creatures.

At this time there were no insects, birds, or even flowers.  The earth was a land of proto-fungi and small simple creatures.

The reader should consider the land at this time to be rather bare and rocky, with the earliest fungi and simple creatures clustering around the shorelines.

The most significant life form; non-ambulatory, was the various Stromatolite colonies that persisted throughout the planet in the shallow seas.  These colonies looked like hard rounded sponge rocks and boulders.

Stromatolite colonies

These colonies grew close to the land and grew in great numbers due to the favorability of the local climate at that time.  Some grew to enormous size.  Truly, some were so enormous in size that they resembled low submerged islands.

The reader should consider this time to a period of all sorts of boneless ambulatory aquatic creatures such as jellyfish, and sea slugs.

There is some debate on which kind of life manifested first on the earth.  Go here to join the debate; http://www.livescience.com/58622-jellyfish-evolved-before-sponges.html

Indeed, may I indulge in a little creative fantasy and suggest that the sea slugs became quite diverse and colorful.  Imagine a world inhabited by such creatures.  Creatures such as;

  • Hypselodoris kanga
  • Acanthodoris pylosa
  • Cyerce nigricans
  • Elysia crispata(’Lettuce sea slug’)
  • Flabellina iodinea
  • Costasiella kuroshimae(’Sea sheep’)
  • Glaucus atlanticus(’Blue angel’)
  • Phyllodesmium poindimiei
  • Dirona albolineata
  • Hexabranchus sanguineus(’Spanish dancer’)

I suggest the reader to look up these wondrous creatures and watch a video or GIF of their behavior.  For indeed creatures similar to the aforementioned dominated the globe at that time.

Trilobite anatomy.

It was during this period that proto-trilobites came into existence.

We have scant knowledge of these creatures because they were soft shelled, and thus unable to be fossilized.

We can, however, surmise that they appeared similar to that of their later offspring; the trilobites, only with a far simpler biology and soft shell and cellular makeup.

Trilobites were among the early arthropods, a phylum of hard-shelled creatures with multiple body segments and jointed legs (although the legs, antennae and other finer structures of trilobites only rarely are preserved).

They constitute an extinct class of arthropods, the Trilobita, made up of ten orders, over 150 families, about 5,000 genera, and over 20,000 described species. 

New species of trilobites are unearthed and described every year. 

This makes trilobites the single most diverse class of extinct organisms, and within the generalized body plan of trilobites there was a great deal of diversity of size and form. 

The smallest known trilobite species is under a millimeter long, while the largest include species from 30 to over 70 cm in length (roughly a foot to over two feet long!). 

With such a diversity of species and sizes, speculations on the ecology of trilobites includes planktonic, swimming, and crawling forms, and we can presume they filled a varied set of trophic (feeding) niches, although perhaps mostly as detritivores, predators, or scavengers.

Consider where they lived…

Ediacara (formerly Vendian) biota.

The Ediacara (formerly Vendian) biota are ancient life-forms of the Ediacaran Period, which represent the earliest known complex multicellular organisms.

They appeared soon after the Earth thawed from the Cryogenian period’s extensive glaciers, and largely disappeared soon before the rapid appearance of biodiversity known as the Cambrian explosion.

This period saw the first appearance in the fossil record of the basic patterns and body-plans that would go on to form the basis of modern animals.

Little of the diversity of the Ediacara biota would be incorporated in this new scheme, with a distinct Cambrian biota arising and usurping the organisms that dominated the Ediacaran fossil record.

What was life like 560 million years ago? 

Bacteria and green algae were common in the seas, as were the enigmatic acritarchs, planktonic single-celled algae of uncertain affinity. 

But the Ediacaran also marks the first appearance of a group of large fossils collectively known as the "Ediacara biota."  

The question of what these fossils are is still not settled to everyone's satisfaction; at various times they have been considered algae, lichens, giant protozoans, or even a separate kingdom of life unrelated to anything living today. 

Some of these fossils are simple blobs that are hard to interpret and could represent almost anything. 

Some are most like cnidarians, worms, or soft-bodied relatives of the arthropods. 

Others are less easy to interpret and may belong to extinct phyla. 

But besides the fossils of soft bodies, Ediacaran rocks contain trace fossils, probably made by wormlike animals slithering over mud. 

The Ediacaran rocks thus give us a good look at the first animals to live on Earth.

Of course, there weren’t any naturally evolved humanoids at this time.  Nor were there any animals, rodents, flies or insects.

For the most part, any life that was on the earth existed solely within (or near) the water.

It was an aquatic world.

For all practical purposes, the Earth consisted of  land masses consisting of bare rocks, sand, dank clouds and waters of various salinity (some areas were alkaline, while others were rich in various salts).

Kimberella resembled a slug and has often been found near marks that resemble the feeding traces of more modern slugs and snails. Despite its seemingly simple body plan, Kimberella differed enough from the rest of the organisms living alongside it. This indicates that around 555 million years ago, 14 million years before the beginning of the Cambrian, life had started to evolve into various shapes and lifestyles.

Yet, even though there weren’t any significant large mammals around, we did see other kinds of life.  Here we saw an emergence of the first native life forms.

Jellyfish World

This period is marked, or the ultimate creation of, a sudden climatic change at the end of the Marinoan ice age.

Here, the temperature started to warm up and huge swaths of glaciers and frozen areas disappeared, and large pools of warm water and regions of comparative stability appeared.

While we have the earliest fossils on record from this geological time period, it is believed that many soft skinned creatures roamed the seas.  I like to think of this time period as the age of the jellyfish.

Given the environment and the nature of life, it seems probably that huge groups of various types of jellyfish evolved and swam in the seas of this early earth.  And possibly, quite possibly, some of those soft bodied creatures grew to enormous size.

For after all, they were the dominant life forms at that time.

One notable fossil is the Pteridinium. Almost like Charnia, this animal was superficially feather-like with an anchor tethering it to the seafloor. What sets it apart from Charnia is how the lobes across its body are positioned. Unlike most animals today whose bodies can be divided into roughly symmetrical left side and right sides, Pteridinium sprouted its “leaflets” in three different directions. As quirky as it seems, the three-fold symmetry is not unique to Pteridinium and its close relatives. One group of small, rounded animals that resemble sea urchins called Trilobozoa somehow developed the same symmetry. One member of this group called Tribrachidium put a literal twist to this body plan, growing three arm-like structures spiraling out from the center of its body.

The reader should think of images of jellyfish, piles, globs and puddles of organic mobile goo.  They should envision that these globs formed families or colonies of creatures and often conjugated together in the warm shallow seas.

Over time, the size and diversity of these groups changed.

However, any visitor to the planet would have been astounded by the great numbers of living organic masses that apparently thrived in the seas at that time.

The Ediacaran period was a time of flourishing soft skin and soft shelled life.  The seas were alive with lichen and other forms of simple marine life.

Jellyfish are more or less common today.

They have evolved to fulfill their proper environmental niche in the world and have honed their survival instincts into great diversity of forms and creatures.

At this time, however, the jellyfish were of a simpler design.

They were more benign and less adaptable to change.

Many life forms, and species developed, found a particular environmental niche and then died off.

We do not know what any of them looked like, but we can certainly make our own summations.


There is no doubt in my mind that soft-skinned marine life grew to enormous sizes during this time.

I further believe that there were many such variations of these creatures, which should be considered to be the precursors of jellyfishes and other evolutionary “dead ends”.

This is a picture of a huge jellyfish with a diver next to it for comparative purposes.  Obviously there were no humans on the planet at this time.  I place it here for a comparative aspect in that native life, especially the dominant native life at that time, can and did grow to enormous size.

Perhaps even the size of a whale or larger!

I am confident that these first jellyfishes or similar soft-shelled creatures were genetically primitive, but I am also confident that they were able to specialize and fill various niches in the ecosystem naturally.

In fact, it is highly possible that these creatures could grow to amazing sizes.  Though we do not really know for sure.

In any event, the Ediacara biota bear little resemblance to modern life forms.  Any soft skinned creatures would be unrecognizable to most humans today.

What the earth looked like at that time.

The Earth 630,000,000 years ago was a very different place.  Not only were the contents of different shapes than what we see today, but the weather and climate were also completely different as well.

The earth had poles at a different location and the axis of rotation relative to the obliquity of the ecliptic was completely different to what we know it to be today.

It was an ocean world populated with soft-skinned native life, and very few land based forms.

Yet this world held promise.

Visitors to our solar system would find that the earth not only held a moderately acceptable environment, but also the planet Mars would appear marginally interesting as well.  Mars had a thicker atmosphere, and while the once present oceans were long; long gone there would of still been slight evidence of glaciers and other frozen remnants that would of made visiting this solar system of great interest to extraterrestrial explorers.

Rheotaxis  in the Garden of the Ediacaran

The “Garden of the Ediacaran” was a period in the ancient past when Earth’s shallow seas were populated with a bewildering variety of enigmatic, soft-bodied creatures.

Scientists traditionally have pictured it as a tranquil, almost idyllic interlude that lasted from 635 to 540 million years ago. But new interdisciplinary studies suggests that the organisms living at the time may have been much more dynamic than experts have thought.

An international team of researchers from Canada, the UK and the USA, including Dr Imran Rahman from the University of Bristol, UK studied fossils of an extinct organism called Tribrachidium, which lived in the oceans some 555 million years ago. Using a computer modelling approach called computational fluid dynamics, they were able to show that Tribrachidium fed by collecting particles suspended in water. This is called suspension feeding and it had not previously been documented in organisms from this period of time.

Tribrachidium lived during a period of time called the Ediacaran, which ranged from 635 million to 541 million years ago. This period was characterised by a variety of large, complex organisms, most of which are difficult to link to any modern species. It was previously thought that these organisms formed simple ecosystems characterised by only a few feeding modes, but the new study suggests they were capable of more types of feeding than previously appreciated.

Dr Simon Darroch, an Assistant Professor at Vanderbilt University, said:

"For many years, scientists have assumed that Earth's oldest complex organisms, which lived over half a billion years ago, fed in only one or two different ways. Our study has shown this to be untrue, Tribrachidium and perhaps other species were capable of suspension feeding. This demonstrates that, contrary to our expectations, some of the first ecosystems were actually quite complex."

Read more at; https://phys.org/news/2015-11-earth-ecosystems-complex-previously-thought.html  More information: 'Suspension feeding in the enigmatic Ediacaran organism Tribrachidium demonstrates complexity of Neoproterozoic ecosystems' by Imran A. Rahman, Simon A. F. Darroch, Rachel A. Racicot and Marc Laflamme in Science Advances, DOI: 10.1126/sciadv.1500800

Scientists have found It extremely difficult to fit these Precambrian species into the tree of life. That is because they lived in a time before organisms developed the ability to make shells or bones. As a result, they didn’t leave much fossil evidence of their existence behind, and even less evidence that they moved around.

So, experts have generally concluded that virtually all of the Ediacarans—with the possible exception of a few organisms similar to jellyfish that floated about—were stationary and lived out their adult lives fixed in one place on the sea floor.

The new findings concern one of the most enigmatic of the Ediacaran genera, a penny-sized organism called Parvancorina, which ischaracterized by a series of ridges on its back that form the shape of a tiny anchor.

By analyzing the way in which water flows around Parvancorina’s body, an international team of researchers has concluded that these ancient creatures must have been mobile: specifically, they must have had the ability to orient themselves to face into the current flowing around them.

That would make them the oldest species known to possess this capability, which scientists call rheotaxis.

"Our analysis shows that the amount of drag produced with the current flowing from front to back is substantially less than that flowing from side to side," said Simon Darroch, assistant professor of earth and environmental sciences at Vanderbilt University, who headed the study. "In the strong currents characteristic of shallow ocean environments, that means Parvancorina would have benefited greatly from adjusting its position to face the direction of the flow."

The analysis, which used a technique borrowed from engineering called computational fluid dynamics (CFD), also showed that when Parvancorina faced into the current, its shape created eddy currents that were directed to several specific locations on its body.

 Details of the analysis are described in a paper titled "Inference of facultative mobility in the enigmatic Ediacaran organism Parvancorina" published online May 17 by the Royal Society journal Biology Letters. Read more at: https://phys.org/news/2017-05-life-precambrian-livelier-previously-thought.html#jCp

and…

"This would be very beneficial to Parvancorina if it was a suspension feeder as we suspect because it would have concentrated the suspended organic material making it easier to consume,"

-Darroch 

More information: Simon A. F. Darroch et al, Inference of facultative mobility in the enigmatic Ediacaran organism, Biology Letters (2017). DOI: 10.1098/rsbl.2017.0033 Read more at: https://phys.org/news/2017-05-life-precambrian-livelier-previously-thought.html#jCp

The absence of fast-moving animals allowed microbes to colonize the surface of the ocean floor, then create a layer of secretion wherever they grow. Such a sticky layer allowed the sediment to stabilize and acted as a mold when the animals died on top of them. This age was the Time of the Slime, where the ocean floor was filled with sticky substances. Such a slow-paced life, combined with the lack of predators, is a feature unique to this period. As a nod to the biblical Garden of Eden, some people have referred to this peaceful early Earth as the Garden of Ediacara.

Extraterrestrial Occupation

Now I am going to discuss extraterrestrial species and how they interacted with the earth at this time. 

Let it be known that the present species that MAJestic interacts with did not exist at that time. 

Here we are discussing (mostly) long extinct species that are known to the extraterrestrial species that we interact with today. 

But of which they are themselves unfamiliar with them in any degree of detail that they specifically and selectively choose not to communicate with me about. I cannot say much more than that. Cannot.

At this time, the universe was already mature.

So even though our solar system was still rather youthful, the rest of the universe was quite old.

In fact, the universe was already 11 billion years old when the Ediacaran period began.

What this means is that there were entire life cycles of stars that were born, grew into maturity, and died well before our solar system was even formed.

In fact, there is evidence, from the spectral composition of our sun, that at least four generations of previous stars came before our solar system was berthed.  This means that it completely realistic to expect the presence of extremely advanced galactic-wide extraterrestrial civilizations with interstellar transport technology in our region of space.

At this time, there was still consternation regarding specific pockets of unorganized quanta that had naturally formed into non-approved quantum soul archetypes.  

But none of that really was a concern to our physical world at that time.  

The quanta that surrounding the planet was just beginning to formulate into discrete packets; while some might argue otherwise, and the entire region was open for physical extraterrestrial exploration.  

(It had been explored much earlier by discarnate soul orders, but that is not our concern at this time.)

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The Ediacaran period saw the presence of the very first humanoid extraterrestrial bases on the earth.

These facilities were short duration affairs.  Mostly used for scientific inquiry.  To imagine what these facilities were like, one should consider what the current human research stations look like in Antarctica.

Scout. Scan. Visit. Sample. Leave.

I am quite confident that the extraterrestrial bases were very similar to those facilities in both form and function.

Essentially,we should realistically consider the base facilities at this time and place to be similar to that consisting of a small cluster of habitats around a secured landing area for the associative vehicles.

None of the bases or communities during this entire huge swath of time (during the Ediacaran period) were ever very large.

Typically, the species operated out of their spacecraft, which at that time, tended to be (comparatively) huge.  (Not all, and not the “critical” visits. Just the ones that made the greatest disruption in the quantum envelope that is recorded.) They would then send excursions to the surface and form “base camps” which typically tended to consist of rudimentary structures and facilities.

Typically planetary excursions were very; very short lived affairs.  Often lasting less than one month in duration.

Although there were a number which lasted for much longer; perhaps as long as two years in duration.  However, in all cases, they could just be considered to be scientific excursions, which were there for the purposes of scientific investigation and inquiry.

For some reason, I have always assumed that these visits required large spacecraft with interstellar propulsive capability.  However, I do not know if this was the case for every species.  Indeed, for the multi-dimensional and higher order species, they might have utilized other methods that are far beyond our level of understanding at this time.

Typically, one might expect (or more accurately, assume) the base facilities to lie close to the equator for reasons of avoiding the gravity sink of the earth.  Nevertheless, when one studies the map of the Earth at that time, one can clearly see a problem with the base placement.

It is my arrogant assumption that the extraterrestrial entities needed to land or walk on dry land, and that they would see ocean landings a barrier.  

All of this is assumptive on my part.

The reader should be made aware that the poles (North and South) as well as the equator as determined by conventional historical cartographers are typically incorrectly placed.  

The axis of rotation and the tilt of the earth at this time was wholly different than what it is today.  

The current maps relative to this time has to be adjusted to take this into account.  I hope that I was able to rectify this discrepancy in the maps that I presented here.

There weren’t too many dry land locations near the equator at this time.

That severely limited the location of the bases of operation around a water world swimming full of proto-jellyfish like creatures.  In any event, none were involved in any type of colonization or industrial facilities.

That I am aware of.

It is entirely possible that contamination of the native ecosystem by extraterrestrial races contributed to the emergence of life on the Earth at this time.

Contamination refers to any extraterrestrial influence on the biology of the earth ecosystem at that time.

We can be assured that there was some degree of contamination.

There always is.

This is both physical, spiritual and in all ways quantum.   But, no one knows for sure the impact it had, if any.

Nothing (physical) remains of whatever visitors occupied the earth at this time.

However, there is the remote possibility that the Baigong pipes in China might be the remains of what once was some kind of industrial facility of some type. 

The Baigong Pipes are a series of pipe-like features found on and near Mount Baigong, about 40 km southwest of the city of Delingha, in the Haixi Mongol and Tibetan Autonomous Prefecture, Qinghai Province, China.

Associated with these pipe-like features are "rusty scraps" and "strangely shaped stones". 

Analysis of the "rusty scraps" by Liu Shaolin at a "local smeltery" reportedly found that they consist of 30 percent ferric oxide and large amounts of silicon dioxide and calcium oxide. 

This is what one would expect of fossilized rust buried in sandy soil.  

The state run newspaper People's Daily reported on a 2007 investigation where a research fellow from the Chinese Earthquake Administration reported they had found some of the pipes to be highly radioactive.
Skeptics claim that this is a natural formation (of course they would).  

According to any measure of anthropological science, there was no way that naturally evolved tool-making bipedal humanoids could of evolved at this time.  

In any event, any remains of artificial constructions from this distant past would be altered beyond appearance and would have alternative material constructions.  

For a conventional explanation of what this site is please visit; http://skeptoid.com/episodes/4181.  

It has a moderately reasonable conventional explanation for the observed formations.  Yet, I must specifically stress to the reader that time and geologic pressures alter the appearance and shape of things..  

This site could just as well be a natural site as it could be the remains of a very ancient construction.  The reader needs to pursue life with an open mind and consider both possibilities.

The only evidence remaining for (supplemented) human observation are the tell-tale quantum level signatures of early visitations in the (local regional) quantum cloud.

In our universe, every time one quantum particle interacts with another one, even if it is just a thought, it leaves a “mark” for all eternity.  

Those with the proper tools can read and understand these marks.  

And thus have the ability to observe the past as it transpired, in real time.  

We know of a number of extremely advanced races that can do this.  

But as far as humans are concerned, only our quantum soul bodies have this ability.  (Even at that, it is rudimentary.) 

Our physical bodies are wholly unable to access these records.  Instead, we must utilize the assistance of other, more advanced physical races.

Unfortunately, we as humans, do not possess the ability to read and interpret these signatures.

We only know what is told to us by those whom have this ability.

What they tell us is quite simplistic.

They tell us that the planet was visited and explored by humanoid bipedal entities at this time.  We also know that they traveled through various methods, not limited to physical transport.  Indeed dimensional transport seemed to be the most common method.

Their past, history, appearance, and other traits that we might find interesting are shrouded in the mists of time.

That includes what happened to the various species whom visited this planet and where they are today.

This is the full extent of what I know about this time.

Summary

Around 650 million years ago, the first extraterrestrial life set foot on the earth and investigated it.  Over time there were numerous subsequent visits.  During some of these visits a small number of bases or facilities were constructed for various scientific and investigative purposes.

The solar system at that time was still very young, being only three billion years old.  There were many comets and orbiting rocky bodies that yet had to be absorbed or collided with the larger planetary bodies.

Mars was not habitable, but both Mars and Venus were more habitable to ambulatory humanoids than they are today.

To this end, this solar system was of interest because of the three possible marginally desirable planets in the system.  The Earth, Venus and Mars. Additionally, since the gas giants were closer to the sun than they are now, and hotter, a number of Jupiter moons possessed atmosphere in a gaseous state, and some even had oceans that held water in a liquid state.

This entire solar system held promise.

The earth at that time was mostly bare rock with oceans teeming with soft-shell creatures.

At that time there was no galactic federation that would claim administration for our solar system.

For the Ediacaran Period of nearly 89 million years, the situation was pretty much a stable one.  Our solar system was mapped, explored, and systematically ignored by other species.

The vast bulk of time where this occurred was from 600 Ma to around 560 Ma.

They actually found our solar neighbors far more interesting for a host of reasons, and thus at this time just mostly ignored our solar system.

The solar system was still evolving and there were various comets and rogue asteroids that would and did present a threat to any native life in the solar system.  This system was considered to be moderately interesting but not worthy of colonization by any of the species who visited it.

It was noted; explored in a more or less cursory manner, and archived.

Very little happened on the earth in the regard to extraterrestrial involvement of a substantive nature during this time period.

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Brief update – End of my Vacation.

That sounds like an extremely naive idea

India and China have a significantly large power assymetry/imbalance of power

This means China holds plenty more cards than India and seen as being stronger than India in several aspects

Where there is power assymetry, there cannot be friendship or unlimited trust

The best outcome one can hope for is a ‘No Conflict, State of Caution’ where mutual development remains unaffected

Question : How is there an imbalance between India and China

The Imbalance between India and China is substantiated everywhere and requires no exclusive source

India remains

  1. A Fifth the size of China in Economic Size
  2. A Twelfth the size of China in contribution to Global manufacturing
  3. A Ninth the size of China in terms of logistics and cargo
  4. A Fourth the size of China in gross foreign reserves
  5. A Fiftieth the size of China in net foreign reserves
  6. Additionally Technological capabilities, Industrial depth, High Quality St Talent, Manufacturing depth, Productivity are all areas where China has a lead that cannot be quantified on paper but is universally regarded as being more than substantial

Such an imbalance means China is capable of absorbing cost of war for several years while India might be unable to handle economic or military shocks beyond a year tops

Question : Why can India be more comfortable with the States than with China despite stronger power assymetry?

There is a safe distance between India and the States with no conflict overlap

The States is too far away and there are no conflicts – Boundary, Ideological or otherwise

Indians of five generations have grown up seeing the States as a Great Power & have enmeshed their finance systems, technology systems completely to the ones run by the States

The Political establishment in India has accepted the possible humiliation & heavy handedness by the States , as part of a price to pay for a ‘Close relationship with the States’

Question : Why can’t India develop a similar relationship with China?

India can and India will

It would take time

Presently Indians of four generations have seen China as a counterpart of India, a poor country with a similar colonial background

It might take another 2 generations to acknowledge China differently at which stage, India would redefine the relationship

Singapore and Malaysia is an apt example

Malaysia continued to regard Singapore as a peer well into the 1990s and middle 2000s but by the 2010s began seeing Singapore as a far more prosperous technologically evolved country

The term is known as ‘Generational Familiarity’

Until such time – the best relationship possible would be one of

  1. Mutual Economic Cooperation
  2. Mutual co existence
  3. Low conflict
  4. Low interference in others affairs

My daughter died one month earlier…

Our reality can be strange.

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Electronic Warfare (EW) comes in a couple of varieties, electronic surveillance (ES) and electronic attack (EA).

When it comes to ES, there are a multitude of aircraft that perform this role. As a Navy guy, I’ll give the example of our premier platform, the P-8 Poseidon:

Take a close look at it. All it is is a Boeing 737 but there are a bunch of “appendages” sticking out. I truly have no idea what all of those antennas are for, nor would I tell you here on Quora if I did. The P-8 is first and foremost a sub hunter but there are varieties that can be outfitted with gear for ES. One of its predecessors, an EP-3, was involved in an international incident back in the early aughts with China. This was the infamous “spy plane brought down by the Chinese” incident. I have my feelings on what the mission commander did, but I’ll leave that for another time.

Now EA! That’s my bread and butter.

EA-18G Growler

It is so hard to accurately describe what we do. Big picture, we jam RADARs but what does “jam” actually mean? The tactics aren’t the same for every RADAR so it’s really a catch all term for what we do. Again, going big picture, I’ve co-opted the term stealth: we provide stealth to non-stealthy aircraft. IOW, we hide them by making a RADAR scope unusable. And we have a perfect record; no plane has ever been shot down by a SAM if they have Prowler/Growler support.

An F-16CJ has what they call a HARM Targeting System, HTS. These guys go out and intentionally get targeted so they can shoot a much faster HARM at the shooter. I love me some CJ action. But a Growler is the preeminent platform for EA. Not only can I jam a target and get a soft kill, but my systems are even better at locating a threat so we can opt for the hard kill. Even better, the HARM is a bygone relic at this point. Now we’re talking AARGM. I can’t over emphasize how much better it is compared to a HARM. In the Navy, we considered a HARM a soft kill weapon because it wasn’t terribly accurate and you couldn’t count on it hitting the target (we are VERY conservative in our estimates). AARGM is not just an upgrade to HARM. It’s a whole different beast and is truly amazing, no bias whatsoever on my part.

To sum up, electronic warfare is extremely complicated and extremely complicated to explain. One platform may be better at a specific task, but there are others that are better at something else. Whatever task you’re trying to accomplish, go Navy. We don’t f around and will dismantle your IADS (Integrated Air Defense Systems) with just a couple of aircraft.

Go ahead. Target one of my buddies. Light them up, just like we want you to do. Now run! My missile is faster than yours and has an energy advantage. Your site is about to blow up. Sayonara.

Shorpy

 

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Col Douglas Macgregor DESTROYS Smug Indian Journalist on China & US Military Dependency

I was afraid to watch this, but it is really pretty good.

You are the song you choose to sing, even if you have to invent the instruments. Especially then

I remember my first pair of “earth shoes”.
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Man did they feel strange walking in them. In case you all don’t know, the heel is lowered, rather than raised as in traditional shoes. The end result is sort of like walking though sand.
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The promotion is that it is healthier for your posture. Yeah. Probably just a marketing scam. But we all bought into it.
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Anyways, after wearing them for a few years, getting back to normal shoes was a real shock. Well… maybe for about an hour. Heh heh.
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Earth shoes. Fads that went nowhere.
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Today…

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USN under Trump

Earlier this week, I posted about the US Navy’s continued self-humiliation when they announced plans to steal a Coast Guard cutter to become their new “frigate” to fight China with.

Srash posted an off-hand comment that was so silly I didn’t even find it too funny… at the time.

Well… it looks like I’ve grossly underestimated the ability of the US Navy to further enshittify itself.

The very next day, Trump announced this:

https://www.reuters.com/world/us/trump-announces-plan-new-class-more-powerful-us-battleships-2025-12-22/

I… I genuinely struggle to find words to describe the absolute insanity of these moves.

Let’s review the litany of failures of the US Navy since 2000:

  1. Tries to build a “gun-focused” stealth destroyer, the Zumwalt. Gun ends up being literally too expensive to fire, and ship itself is a disaster, only 3 built, program cancelled.
  2. Tries to build a “modular” littoral corvette, the “Littoral Combat Ship”. It is now better known by all as the “Little Crappy Ship” and widely considered the worst ship ever designed by a modern naval power.
  3. Tries to copy an Italian frigate, fails, cancels program
  4. Decides to steal a coast guard cutter without a single missile launcher or real gun to be the new “frigate”. This will be the most lightly armed frigate in naval history since the advent of steam-power.

And now…

BATTLESHIPS! BIG, BEAUTIFUL, TRUMP-CLASS BATTLESHIPS!

Or at least that’s what Trump is calling them.

In his speech, Trump claims that this is the first time that the US is launching a battleship since 1994. As always, his number is wrong. The last battleship built by the US was in 1944, the Iowa-class. And even in 1944, the concept was obsolete.

Fortunately for the US Navy, there are still a few adults left in the room, and the new “Trump-class battleship” is not an actual battleship, except in tonnage terms (est. 35,000 tons). In reality, it is a massively oversized guided-missile cruiser, similar to the Soviet Kirov class “battlecruiser” which is also not a “battlecruiser”. Another way to think about it is that it will be an Arleigh Burke destroyer, except 4X heavier, and only about 50% better armed (if we assume that the rail gun will ever work).

The main armament is a 128-cell VLS battery, which is only 16 more than the PLAN’s Type 055 DDG. But the ship is 3.5X larger than the Type 055, and about 12X more expensive (assuming a single hull is ever built, and to budget). Oh, and the Type 055’s VLS cells are extra-thicc, so in reality it has more VLS total area than the Trump-class will.

A MEME AND A GRIFT

Let me make something crystal clear: not a single one of these ships will ever finish construction. It is an open question if they will even start construction. The design isn’t finalized and there’s only one naval drydock in the entire country that’s large enough to build something like this. And that drydock is currently building aircraft carriers.

This project serves only 2 purposes:

  1. Placate the Trump baby
  2. Launder money to defense companies courtesy of the American taxpayer

Tens of billions will be sunk into this project in the coming 3 years, and not a single hull will be built. When the next president takes over, regardless who it is, this project will be cancelled. It will go down in history as the worst naval development failure, even worse than the Zumwalt and LCS, at least those ships has a defensible concept, the Trump-class is just a meme from day one.

COMRADE TRUMP STRIKES AGAIN

For the PLAN, this is yet another windfall.

Even though not a single Trump-class “battleship” will ever be built, and the budget for them hasn’t even been formally allocated yet, it’s a fairly safe bet where the money and resources will be cannibalized from: the Arleigh Burkes.

The Arleigh Burke destroyer is the ONLY US Navy warship that is still in serial production, and also the only “modern” warship in the entire US Navy. The only other warships that the US has to throw at China are the Ticonderogas, which the US Navy is planning to retire.

So having fewer Arleigh Burkes will just be another benefit to the PLAN.

Thank you Comrade Trump, you have once again contributed to bringing about the Chinese Century of Prosperity, and the corresponding American Century of Humiliation.

Comrade Trump is providing critical support to the ascendency of the PRC, one Trump-class “battleship” at a time!

China’s pre-owned car exports boom And the prices are surprising.

Project Dome

Written in response to: Center your story around a person who believes they’re the last human on Earth.

Tamara Chase

Horror Science Fiction Drama

PROJECT DOME

Chapter one.

One is the loneliest number.

It wasn’t supposed to happen for at least another fifty years. Stars like our sun are supposed to last ten billion years. To say we on earth weren’t prepared for this event was an understatement. Most of the population still didn’t believe that our sun was on its way out. The population figured it was another scheme to get people to save energy the ozone layer, or recycle more.

The day the World Leader verified the terrible rumors, he downplayed the harsh reality with promises of underground safety and dome-type structures in place to house the population. Not many seemed to address why anyone would want to live through such a catastrophe.

Earth’s sun burning out wasn’t something anyone could fix except God. It didn’t look like He was going to intervene, and He didn’t. Even with the cooling temperatures and the sun flickering, the people went about their lives like nothing so devastating and life-ending was coming.

Many dome-like structures were supposed to be built, each housing several thousand people, but we didn’t get started soon enough.

On this particular day, I and five other scientists were working in Dome One, trying to figure out the glitch in the water system. This unit was to house five hundred people. The six of us had been working most of the day, and we had fixed the water system. We were ready to head home when it happened.

The sun started flickering, going dim, then bright. We were standing in the main room at the entrance of the Dome. A giant room with mostly windows. Huge panels of unbreakable glass-like material. The flickering sun was still going from dim to bright, but the dimness lasted longer each time. Then the flickering stopped, and it was like it was late afternoon again. We collectively let out our breaths. We all felt a little shaky and started talking simultaneously, nervous and relieved, and that’s when the unimaginable happened. The sun flicked off for the last time. We stood there looking up at the strangest sight. The sun was a dark mass, but the day still looked sunny. The light from the burned-out sun was still traveling. When the last traveling light reached us, utter, complete blackness would be beyond the Dome walls.

Chapter two.

Hello darkness.

No one said anything. Our brains were trying to process what had just happened. Then, instinct told me I needed to get to the panel at the entrance of the Dome and get it locked. I started running as I heard a noise outside, getting louder by the second. But I was running on instinct. Then, the reality slammed into my head. I had to get to the panel and lock the entrance before people running to the Dome could get there. Because if I couldn’t lock the entrance door, we would all die.

Those outside when the sun finally burned out were already dead. Men, women, and children, walking or running, were dead. I hit the panel seconds before the masses hit the Dome. We six were silent as the chaos outside the Dome took place. The people were pounding and screaming at the door, demanding to be let in. We couldn’t let them in. There was room inside the Dome, but if we let them in, we all would die.

You see, you had to undergo a sterilization process before entering the Dome. A process that took five minutes. We could have let four hundred and ninety-four more into the building, twenty at a time. But the scared, panicked people outside wouldn’t have counted off twenty and stopped. They would have all rushed in at once, and we couldn’t stop them. Listening to the screaming and pleading people outside was agony. The only saving grace was that we couldn’t see anyone after eight minutes because it was pitch black outside. It took eight minutes for the light from the sun to reach us after the sun burned out. In those eight minutes, we saw our friends and, worst of all, family members outside begging to be let in. We had to endure this for several days. It took days for the earth’s temperature to cool, so life was no longer sustained.

I’ve considered why we didn’t prepare for this sooner so more people could have been saved. And then I think, save for what? For life inside a Dome module? Watching what some people were capable of while trying to get in gave me an idea of what they might have done if they knew there could be no long-term consequences.

Perhaps we thought we might be rescued by another life form. This is the only reason I can think of for proactively surviving a disaster of this magnitude. But we stayed alive by keeping the others out. I know that memory stayed with us.

Chapter three.

Table for six.

     We six, consisting of three men and three women, lived alone on the face of this planet in what was known as Project Dome. The rest of the earth was a frozen ball of blackness. The scene that lay beyond our walls, thank God, could only be imagined. Unless rescued, we knew we would live together in this Dome until old age. There are no germs in our environment, nothing to end our lives prematurely. This was the only way to eliminate the need for hospitals and medicine.

Our computers supply synthetic water and the only sustenance required for our bodies. The latter is in pill form, which we swallow once a day. We will either have to be rescued or become old and feeble and eventually be unable to care for ourselves.

There will be no procreating in Project Dome. The sterilization process we must engage in before entering the Dome eliminates the reproduction capacity. I am sure we would all have agreed not to reproduce; however, this subject was never discussed. It reminded us of our mortality.

We six weren’t alone in Project Dome. We lived with fifteen robots, who carried out some of the tasks required for the upkeep of the Dome. The robots weren’t needed for much more than simple housekeeping and grounds maintenance, and we didn’t interact with them much. They were programmed while the people slept.

The one thing that weighed on our minds and contributed to our endless bouts of depression was the fact that we would never eat solid food again. Once a day, one gray pill was all our bodies required to sustain life. A scientific miracle, yes, but an unintended torture nonetheless. I know the luxury of sitting down to a meal must seem trivial. But while we endured months of meaningless existence, dreams of real food governed our thoughts. We knew our lives were over; it was a matter of time. There were no simple pleasures to look forward to aside from sex, and this lost its ability to overcome after a short time.

We had no vacations or picnics to look forward to. No birds flying overhead, no babies to bring joy to our lives. Nothing but this circular Dome with six people living inside and black frozen nothingness outside, forever. Yet, live on, we did, and we endured the same monotonous routine time in and time out for months. For we have no day or night. We have no summer, spring, fall, or winter. Only time. I know there were times when I didn’t think I could hold it together. I’m sure that had to be true for everyone. We did have a library in the Dome, where one could read just about any book one could think of. But I found it made me homesick for my old life. We could watch movies to fill the endless periods, but the feelings when the movie was over are hard to describe. For there was nothing left. No cars, no airplanes, no lakes or rivers. No fishing or hunting or going out to dinner. No ordinary life problems to solve. There certainly wasn’t any need for money. The magnitude of the loss we have experienced goes on. So why was food and the need to eat something so prominent? I can’t understand. Only that it was.

Chapter four.

Green eggs and ham.

We were consumed with thoughts of real food. I guess there were many small luxuries of life we could have chosen for our thoughts to be consumed by, but I think this particular one picked us. Our existence was over, and we couldn’t think of anything else except eating real food. We had accepted the reality of our lives; why couldn’t we accept that we would never have a real meal again? We just couldn’t. We would torture ourselves and each other with food conversations, describing in minute detail the textures, colors, aromas, and tastes of every food we could think of. Looking back, I think these conversations helped to alleviate some of the cravings. We were being ridiculous, but we couldn’t stop. I don’t know if anyone will ever find us or read this journal, but I still have to write mainly for myself.

You see, we found the answer to our dream. After endless months of a gray capsule swallowed once a day, one of us stumbled across a large crate marked ‘experimental vegetable seeds.’ Perhaps the scientists had thought to provide a more naturalistic environment within the Dome, thus providing gardens and gardening for the people. We didn’t care why. All we cared about was that they were here and we had found them! We do have artificial soil and plants. These are almost like the real thing, yet not real. But the seeds were real, the product they could produce was real, and finally, we felt we had something to look forward to.

They were found in the entryway, in a sort of closet-type compartment on the other side of the sterilization chamber, a place we had never had any reason to explore, waiting to be discovered, planted, nurtured, harvested, and eaten. Yes, eaten. Our tortuous make-believe food conversations took on a whole new meaning. We were fairly confident that the artificial soil could support the cultivation of vegetable seeds. The environment we lived in was constant and virtually ideal for growing a garden.

So, grow a garden we did. We selected one of everything in the crate. There were carrots, lettuce, broccoli, tomatoes, onions, peppers, and potatoes, a virtual smorgasbord of delights. We had decided to let some vegetables go to seed so we could continue to have real food for as long as we lived. Our existence finally had meaning, for we had a garden to grow.

We held our breaths in anticipation to see if the artificial soil could produce a live plant. We felt the synthetic water wouldn’t harm them, for it didn’t harm us. We refused to believe that we had stumbled across these jewels, only to have our hopes dashed from the soil unable to support life.

Our fears were unwarranted. The feelings that the green mist of seedlings poking their heads above the soil gave us were not unlike the feelings a mother has when she looks at her baby, I’m quite sure. Weprettyasized about our vegetarian feast that wasn’t so far off.

During the waking hours, we laughed and joked, something we hadn’t done for quite some time. We tended to our seedlings and later full-grown plants. We disciplined ourselves not to pick the vegetables before they were ripe, surprisingly well. We had agreed that in one more week, we would harvest. None of us slept well in anticipation. The thought of getting to experience these vegetables was unequaled to anything I had ever dreamed of in my entire life.

Chapter five.

I robot.

None of us had expected what happened next, but we should have. As I write in this journal, I weep at the memory of it. For during the so-called night of our damned domed existence, the robot maintenance crew leveled our beautiful precious garden. Once it had happened and we got over the initial shock, it made perfect sense. Any foreign matter was removed while we slept with the meticulous care of the robots. We didn’t see them much because they only came out while we slept, or we might have realized the potential threat and been able to save our exquisite garden. Why they hadn’t discovered it sooner, we weren’t sure. It definitely would have been less painful had they found it sooner. For we were less than a week away from harvest.

We felt defeated and depressed beyond belief. We all did nothing but lay in our bunks for days. If someone had told me a few months ago that a carrot, or lack of one, could have triggered such enormous feelings, I would have thought them insane, but it was real.

After we wallowed in our misery for a few days, the verdict was unanimous: we would replant. This time, we would watch our garden with vigilance. We would rotate on all-night shifts to keep a 24-hour watch. Our precious tomatoes, onions, and peppers would reach maturity this time. We could intervene with the robots’ work, but our expertise didn’t include programming the damn things, so we had no choice but to keep an ever-watchful eye. It turned out it was easy to intervene with the robots. We wished we had known because we would have been eating by now. So now we had months to wait again. The good news was we had nothing else to do and nothing but time.

Chapter six.

Let’s get ready to rumble.

I don’t need to articulate the procedure again. Our hearts were in it because what else did we have to look forward to except our garden and the much-anticipated meal? But it was different this time, and we were anxious and afraid instead of light-hearted and cheerful. So, night after night for months, we took turns rotating on a night shift, and we were able to intervene when the robots came again.

Well, were we successful? Did we finally produce a garden with a crop fit for a king? After months and months of waiting, did we get our payoff? Yes, we did. Our first meal was the most memorable, and we made absolute pigs of ourselves. We crunched and chewed carrots and broccoli and tomatoes and potatoes for hours. It was a little like heaven in the hell we lived in. We ate until we were full, then we ate and ate some more.

I think we were all anxious to go to bed so we could wake up and have breakfast to look forward to. We all ended up throwing up and having bouts of terrible diarrhea, but we didn’t care. After we recovered from our belly aches, we could verbally reflect on our first great disappointment with the garden. We felt melancholy and deliciously full for the first time in a long while. We spent several months experimenting with every vegetable recipe we could think of, and we were truly content.

We had no cookware because the gray pills replaced any need to cook. We managed to come up with pots and vessels to cook in. Then, we created a stove that produced enough heat to bake, fry, and boil. We mutually painstakingly avoided any talk of our dismal surroundings, and it was beautiful to enjoy conversation.

Chapter Seven.

Down with the sickness.

The happiness was relatively short-lived. After about a month, the first signs of sickness started showing up. We thought it was just our bodies adjusting to the food introduced into our systems. We tried slowing down on our real food and ate every other day. On the off days, we took our gray capsule. This seemed to help, but within another month, three of us were dead. There was nothing we could do; we had no doctors.

The three of us that were left didn’t take time to grieve. We were too busy trying to find the cause of the sickness, which might tell us how to cure it. We ran tests on everything and came up with nothing. We knew if we had the same sickness as the other three, we didn’t have much time left, so we did the one thing we had hoped we wouldn’t have to do. We ran tissue samples on our dead. The computers told us something our brains couldn’t comprehend: that the tissue and, ultimately, the body had been killed by germs. The sterilization chamber removes the immune system, so even the common cold could kill us. But since we live in a completely germ-free environment, we need no immune system. Everything that comes through the chamber is freed of germs, so how did these germs leak in and kill us?

Chapter Eight.

Time is on my side.

I’m the only one left and don’t have much time. I’m hurrying to finish this journal before I, too, die. I have figured it out. You see, the one specific we overlooked too late was where we found our crate of killer seeds. They were in storage outside of the sterilization chamber, and we didn’t stop to spend the five life-saving minutes required to protect us from the germs they carried. Oh sure, I think I can step into the sterilization chamber, and all the germs that are living inside my body would be destroyed. But I don’t think I’m going to try that. I would rather be dead than live my life out alone in Project Dome. So, in another day, two at the most, I too will be killed by the germs, and the human race will be extinct.

Mushroom Soup (No Cream, No Flour)

I don’t know what’s come over me lately, but I can’t seem to stop making soups. This time we’re using white button mushrooms, herbs, and a few other simple ingredients to create a creamy healthy easy vegan mushroom soup without cream or flour. Not to brag, but this hearty mushroom recipe is also gluten-free and paleo. So, it’s basically air. Nobel prize here I come.

Using white button mushrooms, thyme and a few other simple ingredients, this tasty creamy easy mushroom soup is healthy, vegan, gluten-free and made without cream.

I said creamy mushroom soup, and the secret here, again like the butternut squash soup, is cashews. You can of course, use coconut milk too. I had made some cashew milk the day before, and I used it to make the soup thicker and creamier. I didn’t strain it, so those small chunks you see in some of the photos – it’s cashews. You won’t have them if you use coconut milk or strained cashew milk.

Using white button mushrooms, thyme and a few other simple ingredients, this tasty creamy easy mushroom soup is healthy, vegan, gluten-free and made without cream.

Another magic trick I did to make things creamy was blending about a cup of the soup, once it was all cooked and adding that blended mush back into the cooking pot.

Result = SO good! I actually am not crazy about mushrooms (they kinda freak me out), but this soup is amazing! We enjoyed it for dinner and then for lunch the next day. Here’s the recipe and I’ll include the step-by-step photos below.

Yield: 3-4

Mushroom Soup

Using white button mushrooms, thyme and a few other simple ingredients, this tasty creamy easy mushroom soup is healthy, vegan, gluten-free and made without cream.

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Using white button mushrooms, thyme and a few other simple ingredients, this tasty creamy easy mushroom soup is healthy, vegan, gluten-free and made without cream or flour.

Prep Time 10 minutes
Cook Time 25 minutes
Total Time 35 minutes

Ingredients

  • 12oz/ 350g white button mushrooms, washed, sliced*
  • 1 onion, finely chopped
  • 2 garlic cloves, minced
  • 1 carrot, chopped
  • 1/2 cup spinach or kale (optional)
  • 1 tbsp fresh thyme leaves
  • 1 tsp fresh ginger, grated
  • 1 tbsp olive oil
  • 2 tsp crushed red pepper
  • 2 cups water**
  • 1 cup cashew milk***
  • 1-2 tbsp lemon juice (fresh)
  • salt and pepper to taste

Instructions

  1. Clean and slice the mushrooms. Finely chop the onion, kale (or spinach if using) and carrot, mince the garlic, grate the ginger and wash the thyme leaves.
  2. Sauté the onion and garlic with the crushed red pepper, grated ginger and olive oil in a cooking pot at medium-high for 1-2 minutes until fragrant.
  3. Add in the mushrooms and saute, stirring for about 2 minutes. Then add in the carrots and the kale. Stir for two more minutes. Add salt, pepper and the water or the stock.
  4. Bring to a boil and add the thyme leaves. Once boiling, reduce the heat and simmer 15 minutes.
  5. Add in the cashew milk and the lemon juice, and cook for 2-3 more minutes, stirring.
  6. Take out 1 cup of the soup and blend it (I used an immersion blender for this), then add it back in to make the soup thicker.
  7. Stir for a few more minutes and serve!
  8. Enjoy!

Notes

 

*cremini mushrooms will do just as well

**or stock

***you can also use coconut milk; for the cashew milk, I blended ⅓ cup soaked cashews with ⅔ cup water

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He Groomed a 12-Year-Old Online. Then Hid Under Her Bed.

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Oooh! I know this one!

I pick locks as a hobby, and at school I used to piss people off by casually opening their combination locks without looking at them (the cheap ones are easy – the better ones take more tries). I utterly failed to open the combination lock of a safe at a clients’ office, even though they gave me an hour to open it. Damn… I would have loved to see their expression if I had succeeded…

I also used to teach locks and locking mechanisms at the Security company I used to work for.

So here’s a sort of overview answer:

The most basic kind of lock is the old-fashioned mechanical lock. Here’s an example…

There are of course, even simpler locking systems, such as this

But frankly, they are about as secure as tying something up with a piece of string, because even without training, you can quite easily open such a lock with a bent nail.

But returning to the cylinder lock above (the first image, not the padlock). Look carefully at the key. The key has two levels of security:

  • Insertion protection: The lengthwise grooves will prevent the wrong key from even being inserted into the lock.
  • Rotation protection: the jagged part along the bottom of the key will align with the pins in the lock and allow the rotation of the cylinder only if the pins are aligned correctly.

Sounds secure, right? Haaaahahaha. No.

*** Edit for clarity: Because we are only dealing with a single row of pins, picking this is not difficult.***

I can pick a lock like that in a few seconds, no kidding. It takes two elements to do this, and a little dexterity in your fingers:

  • A torsion wrench, which is basically a Z-shaped tool with a flat end that allows you to apply a gentle rotation to the lock.
  • A pick, which you insert into the lock and “stroke” the pins. Due to the gentle tension, once a pin is in the correct place, if you haven’t applied too much or too little rotational torsion, the cylinder will turn a teeny weeny bit and hold the pin in place.

Once the last pin is aligned, the cylinder turns. Bam! Door opened.

It astonished me when I visited the US recently how many doors still have this pretty useless type of lock.

But mechanical locks can be more complex (and secure). I’m most familiar with Swiss locks, so here’s an example of a fully-mechanical lock with its key (from KABA):

Those holes in the sides of the key are where the pins aline to allow the cylinder to rotate. Now in principle it can be picked like the simple cylinder lock above – and it even lacks insertion protection. But the difficulty is that I’d need to jiggle the pins on both sides of the lock (which align with both sides of the key), which is a lot tougher to do.

And then we get this sort of key (same supplier):

Okay – this is getting gnarly. Notice the complex pattern? Headache stuff.

Or this:

Damn – look at those microgrooves and holes, even along the fricking EDGE of the key! What are they trying to do? Make the lives of lockpickers as hard as possible? Oh… yeah. Of course.

But so far we’re just talking mechanical locks. Let’s take a look at a mechatronic key. (Actually I think the key above is also a mechatronic key…):

This key uses the mechanical protection described above, but in addition has a chip in the “head”. An RFID chip which is activated when it is in a corresponding lock (or close to it, as such keys can also function as access badges). Even if all the mechanical pins are lined up, there is at least one pin which you can’t even get to mechanically – which aligns only when the RFID chip sends the correct code. So with my paltry lockpicks, I’m pretty much screwed here.

Also, such locks can be programmed to allow access (to regular employees, for instance) only during office hours, so their key won’t work outside regular working hours. Neat.

And the more sophisticated systems also allow access tracking, so you can tell who unlocked which door and when – or more precisely: Whose key opened which door and when…

Which brings us to biometric locks:

Because keys can be stolen and used by someone else, access control companies are very interested in locks that don’t need a key that can be lost or stolen. So fingerprints, retina scans… I unlock my phone and my laptop with my fingerprint nowdays. It’s reliable and consistently works.

So does this mean that such locks can’t be “picked”? Well, they can’t be opened with a lockpick, but one of the most fun parts of working in Security was penetration testing of physical security. So we had to try and get into secure areas without having the right access code or key. There are still ways of getting in, of course. The old classic: watching someone type their code into the keypad. Works great from across the parking garage with a zoom lens and a video camera. And the person thinks they are alone. Yeah…. no. We now have your code!

Or my favourite, which of course only works with regular doors and large companies: hurry up behind someone, especially in the rush hour, with your arms full of boxes. That nice gentleman will hold the door for you. And… you’re in. Works best if you’re a pretty girl – so that wasn’t my speciality. But fast-talking my way in was. Two times out of three someone believed my sob story of the lost access badge and I have a meeting and I work in corporate Comms with ((insert actual name here))… Sorry, sorry… Oh thanks! You’re a life saver! (not… cos now I’m in.)

Or the old “I’ll show myself out”, and then hide instead of actually leaving, and you’re in during the night.

Soooo… No system is secure. Or better: Every system is only as secure as the people using it. You can have the best. most secure access system, but if someone holds the door for a total stranger – it’s useless.

There is no such thing as an “unpickable lock” or 100% secure access control. But there are degrees. My skill at lockpicking ends at the simplest Kaba lock I discuss above, for instance, and anything beyond that would require me to bypass the lock entirely. Or to take out the door hinges. Did I tell you that story? Oh okay – another time, then.

Disclaimer. No, I’m not affiliated with KABA – I’m just quite familiar with their locks because they are in widespread use here. There are other excellent lock companies here also, but the underlying principal is common to them all – so I simply chose KABA as an example.

Question: What type of locks can lock pickers not easily break into?

The Pigernator’s Mud-Wrestling Musical

A Tale of Swine, Slop, and Second Chances

It began, as all things theatrical on the farm do, with a dramatic accusation.

Oinkster, the porcine prodigy of pathos, stood atop a feed bucket in the middle of the sun-baked pigpen. His snout was raised to the heavens, a single, artfully placed daisy behind one ear.

“A grave injustice has been committed!” he proclaimed, his voice trembling with the vibrato of a born thespian. “The very spotlight of this pen—the sacred glow of creative attention—has been usurped! Stolen! By a… a cybernetic philistine!

He pointed a quivering trotter across the slop.

There, lounging in a particularly luxurious mud puddle, was the Pigernator. His leather jacket was draped over a fence post, his signature sunglasses perched on his snout. He was not doing anything particularly dramatic. He was simply… enjoying a mud bath. But for Oinkster, the sheer, relaxed presence of the massive, formerly fearsome pig was an act of theatrical aggression.

The Pigernator opened one eye. A low, grumbling sigh, like rocks tumbling in a gentle stream, emerged from his chest. “My core functions,” he rumbled, “are currently dedicated to thermal regulation and sediment suspension. Your dramatic frequencies are interfering with my mud.”

“MUD?” Oinkster shrieked, leaping from the bucket. “This isn’t just mud! This is my stage! And you, you chrome-plated chorus boy, are downstaging me with your… your silent, stoic competence!

Sir Whiskerton, observing from the shady fence line, gave a slow blink. This had the potential to escalate from drama to debris. He nudged a small stone with his paw.

The stone rolled into the pen, landing with a plop in the mud between them.

Both pigs looked at it.

Then they looked at each other.

An idea, absurd and wonderful, bloomed in the humid air.

“A duel,” Oinkster whispered, his eyes gleaming. “Not of brawn… but of artistry. A contest of physical expression! A… a mud-wrestling musical!

The Pigernator’s cybernetic eye-implants whirred softly, processing. “Mud-wrestling. Musical. Define parameters.”

“The parameters are passion!” Oinkster cried. “The winner shall be the pig who best combines aquatic grappling with emotional storytelling! We shall have… a chorus!” He whistled, and from the tall grass, a troupe of tiny, meticulously rehearsed crickets emerged, holding miniature sheet music.

The Pigernator looked at the crickets. He looked at the mud. He looked at his own powerful, metallic forelegs. A memory flashed in his processor: a karaoke defeat, the joy of a shared beat, the warmth of a sunbeam with no mission attached. His original programming—SWINE-BASED JUSTICE PROTOCOL—flickered and died in the face of a far more compelling algorithm: CREATIVE CATHARSIS ROUTINE.

A slow, deep sound began to build in his chest. It wasn’t a threat. It was a backbeat. Oink-snort-CLANK. Oink-snort-CLANK.

“I’ll be back,” the Pigernator grumbled, standing up with a mighty, mud-sloughing heave. “For the second verse.”


The farm gathered as the pen was transformed. Doris was appointed Head Dramaturge and promptly fainted at the sheer scope of the production. Lester the Tattooed Pig set up an easel by the fence, dipping his tattoo needle in different shades of mud. “I shall capture the struggle!” he announced. “In splash-form! On this watermelon!”

Sir Whiskerton took the prime seat on the fence, his monocle polished for optimal viewing.

The cricket choir tuned up with a sound like tiny, pissed-off violins.

And so, The Terminator of Tubs: A Musical of Swine and Slop, began.

Act I: The Grapple of Loneliness.
Oinkster took center stage, slithering through the mud with balletic grace. He sang a soaring, heartbreaking aria:
“Alooooone! In the silty abyyyyyss!
No one understands my artisanal bliiiiiss!”
He attempted a dramatic body-slam, which mostly resulted in a graceful splatter that coated the front row of crickets.

The Pigernator responded not with song, but with a powerful, rhythmic series of stomps that shook the earth. STOMP-CLANK-squelch. STOMP-CLANK-squelch. It was a wordless, industrial ballad of isolation. He picked up Oinkster with surprising gentleness and placed him carefully in a deeper puddle. “Your emotional resonance is noted,” he intoned. “But your structural stability is compromised.”

Act II: The Diva-Off.
Furious at being upstaged by technical feedback, Oinkster launched into a coloratura tantrum, hitting a high C that made several chickens clutch their ears.
“You can’t just STOMP the emotion! You have to FEEL it! You have to BE the mud!”

“I am 34% mud by volume,” the Pigernator stated factually. Then, he did something astonishing. He began to move. Not with programmed menace, but with a slow, surprisingly fluid groove. He synchronized his Oink-snort-CLANK beatboxing with the cricket choir, creating a weirdly funky, mechanical symphony. His sunglasses fogged up from the steam rising off his hot metal parts, giving him an even more enigmatic look.

Lester, inspired, began furiously tattooing the watermelon with a spectacular abstract splatter-portrait titled “Foggy Determination.”

Act III: The Joyful Climax.
The contest faded. The collaboration began. Oinkster, swept up in the incredible rhythm, started using his snout to throw mud in perfect time with the Pigernator’s clanks. They became a whirlwind of synchronized splashes, a duet of dirt, a pas de deux of pure, unadulterated porcine joy.

Oinkster stopped singing words and just laughed, a bright, oinking giggle.
The Pigernator’s rumbling beatboxing softened into something that almost sounded like… chuckling.

The cricket choir reached its crescendo.
Sir Whiskerton’s tail tapped a perfect rhythm on the fencepost.
The mud wasn’t a stage anymore; it was a playground.

They ended in a heap, a magnificent, muddy sculpture of tangled limbs and contented grunts. The applause from the barnyard was deafening (Porkchop’s enthusiastic oinks alone registered on the Farmer’s decibel meter).

Oinkster, panting, looked at the Pigernator with new eyes. “You… you have a gift.”
The Pigernator’s fogged-up lenses turned toward the setting sun. “My original mission parameters were flawed,” he processed aloud, his gravelly voice softer than ever. “This output—collaborative, messy, acoustically variable—is 200% more optimal.”

As a prize, Martha presented the golden turnip from the Disco Duck Derby. The Pigernator looked at it, then at Oinkster, then at the mud-covered, smiling crowd.

He took the turnip and, with a gentle plop, placed it on Lester’s freshly tattooed watermelon masterpiece.
“The victory,” he stated, “is in the shared data. And the improved mud consistency.”

That evening, as the stars came out and the pigs soaked in their triumphant mud, Sir Whiskerton summed it up for Ditto.
“You are not your programming,” he purred. “You are the song you choose to sing, even if you have to invent the instruments. Especially then.”

The Pigernator kept his sunglasses on, even in the dark. Some habits die hard. But now, behind the lenses, his eyes were closed, not in vigilance, but in peace, listening to the cricket choir’s encore and the simple, honest joy of a mission finally, wonderfully, changed.

Jingle on.
(Or, in pig-latin: Program… clash… groove… belong.)

The End.

Spicy Calamari and Bean Soup

Name something you’ve never wanted to eat! I’ll go first – calamari and bean soup!

This spicy calamari and bean soup is a dinner recipe you probably never thought about making, but it's SO tasty! It's simple and ready from scratch in about 30-40 minutes!

Now that is a combo you probably never even thought about. Like what kind of a sicko would come up with that? This one (pointing at myself). Well, this is my attempt to change your mind, because it did work on me. Because I’m a total fan of beans and squid now.

I made this soup a few days ago for dinner and I kept thinking how amazing it was with every bite I took. Okay, I realize how annoying this looks. I threw the recipe together by putting whatever I had in the freezer into a cooking pot did some abracadabra, called it a soup and now I’m kissing its butt.

Shocking! Like, can you be more full of yourself? I don’t think so.

But it’s for a good cause, because I think you’ll like it too, and it’s a healthy one. This soup is perfect for the Mediterranean diet, it is rich in protein and fiber, it is packed with lycopene, folate, iron and even omega-3’s…and it’s really tasty and versatile.

If you don’t have calamari – fish would work too. No beans? Try chickpeas. No dill? Go for basil or oregano. Here’s the recipe, I’ll include some step-by-step (oh baby, you are always on my mind) photos below.

This spicy calamari and bean soup is a dinner recipe you probably never thought about making, but it's SO tasty! It's simple and ready from scratch in about 30-40 minutes!

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Spicy Calamari And Bean Soup

This spicy calamari and bean soup is a dinner recipe you probably never thought about making, but it's SO tasty! It's simple and ready from scratch in about 30-40 minutes!

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This spicy calamari and bean soup is a dinner recipe you probably never thought about making, but it’s SO tasty! It’s simple and ready from scratch in about 30-40 minutes!

Prep Time 10 minutes
Cook Time 20 minutes
Total Time 30 minutes

Ingredients

  • 8oz/220g calamari, clean and cut
  • 1 onion, chopped
  • 2 cups cooked beans, rinsed and drained
  • 1 sweet pepper/ bell pepper, thinly chopped
  • 1-2 spicy peppers (like jalapeno) thinly chopped
  • 3 tomatoes, blended (around 2 cups sauce)
  • 5 garlic cloves, minced
  • 1 tsp paprika
  • 1 tsp oregano, dried
  • small bunch dill, thinly chopped
  • 1 1/2 tbsp olive oil
  • 1 cup water or stock
  • 1 cup kale, chopped
  • Salt and pepper

Instructions

  1. Chop the sweet and spicy peppers, onion, dill, peel and mince garlic. Wash and blend tomatoes into a sauce. Cut the calamari into bite-sized pieces.
  2. Heat some olive oil in a pan and saute peppers, onion with paprika and oregano for 2 minutes.
  3. Stir through the calamari and beans.
  4. Then add salt, pepper, kale, blended tomatoes / tomato sauce. Lastly, add the water or stock.
  5. Bring to a boil, then reduce heat and simmer for 15 minutes.
  6. Taste test for salt and pepper, then add in the minced garlic and dill and cook for another 5 minutes.
  7. Serve immediately and enjoy as is, add lemon juice if desired, with bread or with toppings of choice!

Why Tipping Feels Like a Scam Now

The Madman And The Doll

Written in response to: Center your story around a person who believes they’re the last human on Earth.

Felix De Spiegeleir

Adventure Fiction Mystery

“So, what’s the plan today?”Rob didn’t answer. He rarely did.“Good idea,” Aryen said, nodding at Rob.Rob didn’t nod back. He rarely did.Aryen pushed himself up. He dusted off his trousers and vest, both worn down after months of travel, and picked up Rob. Rob, the remnants of what had once been a G.I. Joe doll, didn’t object. That’s what Aryen liked so much about Rob. He never complained, always did what Aryen asked of him and never fell behind.Rob was the perfect survivor.The dirt specks on his goggles cleaned off, Aryen put them on and climbed out of his hiding hole. It was a good hole. Good for hiding, good for sleeping. He always could appreciate a good hole. He’d arrived at the hole late into the night, and could now finally survey his surroundings. The red sun barely reached through the layers of ash and dust in the atmosphere, but it was enough.

 

Enough for Aryen to see the remnants of what had once been a bustling city. Jagged skyscrapers stood like broken teeth among the rubble of a hundred and more buildings. Rusting hulls of abandoned cars littered the streets leading in and out of the once city.

 

“Well,” Aryen sighed, turning Rob to face the sight. “What do you think, Rob?”

 

Rob didn’t answer. He rarely did.

 

“That’s what I was thinking!” Aryen exclaimed, carefully placing Rob in the breast pocket of his vest. “Maybe we’ll even find someone today!”

 

With an excited spring in his step, Aryen hurried down the small hill, leaving small wisps of dust wherever his feet made contact with the earth. He reached the main road that led to the once city and made his way over the one of the abandoned, rusty cars. He often found useful tools in the glove compartments and trunks, and every car was well worth checking. If luck was on his side, he’d even find someone today. Someone that wasn’t dead.

 

Car by car, step by step, Aryen inched his way closer to the city. He knew that searching each and every car was impossible, but it felt like such a waste whenever he passed by one and had no idea what was inside it. Luckily cities were just as, if not more, exciting than rummaging through rusting cars. There was so much to see, so much to look for.

 

There had to be someone else here.

 

Right?

 

Aryen slammed the door of an especially worn-down vehicle shut – it had been empty – and turned his focus towards the once city that now surrounded him. Shattered skyscrapers towered above him, giant ruins of a lost world judging him from atop their mighty thrones. Parts of them had fallen down on the smaller buildings around them. Giant beams of steel and metal that had destroyed whatever had found its way in their path.

 

“What was that?” Aryen asked, looking down at Rob hanging about in his breast pocket. “No, Rob, forget it. I’m not going up there.” He cocked an eyebrow. “I might be crazy, Rob, but I’m not crazy. It’s too dangerous.”

 

Silence reigned for a moment, the only sound the soft blows of a warm wind finding its way through the once city’s ruins.

 

“You’re a smart man, Rob.” Aryen broke the silence first. “But now you’re acting erratically. I’m not going up there, end of discussion.”

 

A hint of frustration in his step, Aryen continued his way through the once city. It was easy to get overwhelmed in a place like this. So many places to discover, so many possibilities behind each door. But Aryen knew that in order to survive, one had to be decisive. One wrong decision could end it all in a heartbeat. A support beam on the verge of cracking, a hole that had opened up during the earth quacks, a wall that would give way at the slightest touch…

 

Without Rob, Aryen figured he’d been long dead. Rob was the perfect lookout, always peering ahead towards what was coming. He never took his eyes of their path. Most reliable.

 

 

The metal door fell inwards with a loud clunk, sending up whirls of dust around it. Aryen massaged his foot for a second, he had misjudged his kick just slightly. Toes and heel all healed up, he made his way inside the building. The light from his flashlight shone just bright enough for Aryen to take in the room. It had once been a walk-in refrigerator, he figured. Most shelves were empty, looted long ago by people who had died years ago. Some still had stock though, and Aryen smiled as he moved aside some rotten carton and found several cans of pineapple rings. They were still sealed.

 

“Well look at that,” he said. “Looks like it’ll be fine dining today.”

He showed the can to Rob.

 

Rob didn’t answer. He rarely did.

 

Stashing whatever cans he could find in his backpack, Aryen left the building a satisfied customer. It still felt weird walking past the cashier desks without paying. Sometimes, Aryen would leave crumpled bills he had found at the self-checkout. It felt like the right thing to do, a final reminder of a different life.

 

He readjusted the mask that covered the lower half of his face and continued his way through the streets of the once city. With food secured so early on in the day, Aryen found himself relaxing as he walked through the ruins of civilization. He looked through cars, waste bins and storefronts for whatever could be useful in his travels. Soon enough, two knives, a new walking stick – a headless broom handle – and a fresh pair of boots had been added to his collection. The boots he had put on immediately, his old pair was a leaky as the car he had found them in weeks ago. The knives were welcome as well. They had been preserved quite well and were near completely rust free. A rarity these days.

 

Hours later, he exited the main center of the once city on the opposite side he had entered it. His backpack weighed significantly heavier than it had this morning, which was a good sign, yet Aryen still felt a sense of disappointment. Five years now he had walked from one destroyed city to the next. Five years, four of which with Rob by his side, of loneliness. Where had everybody gone? There were vague memories of conversations he had. Memories of a world on the brink of collapse. And then he had woken up in this hellscape, everyone and everything he knew gone.

 

“No, you’re right,” he answered Rob’s question. “We’re all alone. Just you and…”

 

He fell silent.

 

There. In the dust.

 

Aryen stared in shock at the footprints in the dust before him. Two pair of them, clear as day and leading away from the city. He checked the soles of his own shoes just to be sure – he had walked in circles before unknowingly – but knew the imprints were of a different pattern.

 

He squatted down next to the prints and took of his goggles. Immediately, dust pricked into his eyes causing small tears, but he ignored it. They might very well have been tears of joy.

 

“Look at that!” he yelled, grabbing Rob from his sentry spot and moving him closer to the footprints. “Those aren’t mine! Someone was here!”

 

He turned Rob towards him.

 

“I’m not seeing things!” he argued the doll. “They’re there, right there! Look!”

 

Aryen gave Rob another chance to take a closer look.

 

“Exactly,” he said. “Those aren’t mine. Or yours.”

 

His eyes followed the direction the footprints lead towards. Away from the city, and into the desert. A chill ran through Aryen’s spine. He had remained close to the roads, town and cities for as much as he could. The desert was dangerous, void of water and food sources and surprisingly easy to get lost in. He hesitated for a moment. Putting his own survival above all else was the logical decision, that much he knew from experience. Yet here there was a chance. A chance to no longer be alone.

 

“I’m doing it,” he decided, the newfound weight of his backpack supporting the decision. “We’re going into the desert, Rob. You ready?”

 

Rob didn’t answer. He rarely did.

 

As a track inspector for TCDD (Turkish Railways), I walked 20 km along the tracks every day. I frequently found turtles that local residents had placed on the railway line. I carried them out.

A tortoise wanders desperately on the railway tracks – without grass, without water. The sun beats down above it, the rails and rubble glow below. If it finds a level crossing, it escapes. If there isn’t one, it is thwarted by the 20 cm high sleepers.

After kilometers, she turns back. When the midday heat becomes unbearable, she only stretches her head into the shade of the track. Her body chars in the sun. When the heat becomes unbearable, internal bleeding begins. She dies, bleeding, choking.

For 30 years I carried two liters of cold water in my backpack. I would place the tortoises in the grass, pour water over them, and let them drink from my hand. I only handled them with gloves – the heat would burn bare hands.

In three decades I saved thousands. But I found hundreds more with blood-encrusted heads in the shadow of the tracks. I begged farmers: ‘Don’t put them on the tracks! They’ll die a painful death.’

May those who abandon them there never see heaven.

In the photo: I found this tortoise helpless between the tracks. I carried it out, cooled it down, and gave it water. Because I found it, it is alive today.(more)

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Actually, yes. They did.

A lot of people drank coffee or soda or any of the other various drinks they had, but there definitely was not a trend that told anyone to drink more water.

Though it was fairly common for people to drink water. Just straight tap water.

People tend to forget that the US is a bit unusual in that you can drink tap water in nearly every location in the country. Places where you can’t safely drink the tap water are so rare they those locations will often times tell you early on not to drink the water.

For most of Human history, the number of deaths from drinking “bad” water was unbelievable.

I went to Maracaibo Venezuela a few years ago and was lucky enough to stay at the home of a friend of mine there. He told me that, when I was in the shower, to me careful to not get any of the water in my mouth.

In the morning, he had a woman who would come in and make us breakfast. She filled up a 5 gallon pot with tap water that she boiled for 30–60 minutes after running it through a filter. Even with that, they would make it into a kind of Limeade as the taste of it otherwise was foul.

My friend told me that they took the water straight out of lake Maracaibo, with very minimal treatment, basically just a rough filter to keep the bugs out. And when they were done with it, they put it right back into lake Maracaibo.

For reference, this is lake Maracaibo

The Truth.

Someone who has sex with 5 dudes a week for 30 years, isn’t going to stop forever just to live in a family with a man with money.

Ratticus, the Rat, in ‘A Monologue from the Depths.’

I just had some rice noodles at 11pm after working extra at the office, in a district that’s comparable to Manhattan.

It cost me $3. And my working almost to midnight? It cost the company 0 cents in extra pay.

That’s why China’s economy appears smaller than the US.

Ex Wife Regrets Asking For Open Marriage & Comes Crawling Back

Mississippi story

A little over 10 years ago in Gulfport, Mississippi, my son, Tad Wyatt Swan, was found dead, body dumped in to a construction ditch with no shoes or no socks and missing his paycheck. He just gotten his money a few hours before.

The first interview with the corner, they said they’re gonna investigate it as a homicide because nobody walks 35 yards off the road barefooted over a construction site of broken of concrete, rebar and dives head first into a ditch.

It took me a year and a half to get the police report and 2 1/2 years to get his death certificate because the coroner was not a doctor just an elected official and didn’t want to have an open file and was trying to make it into a suicide. He had to finally relent and make it as undetermined. He is very political did not want an unsolved murder on a Mississippi Gulf Coast because of the beaches and casinos.

I have had to live this nightmare for the past 10+ years and maybe you’ll be able to find some peace someday because somebody knows what happened.

Tad It was a very fun, loving person who had his difficulties, but everybody loved him, and I pretty much freeze him by myself as a single part with his brother and sister.

Tad’s Personal items were found a mile from where his body was found, who is found faced down in 14 inches of water, but did not drown. I don’t think you need to be a CSI Expert to understand that he was dead before he was dumped there.

I have asked the state of Mississippi seven times for his autopsy File but somehow it never gets to me so I don’t know who’s stopping it!

** additional info ***

To further this story after I found out my son, Tad, was killed, I had to drive to get something done. When I pulled up to a stop sign I looked out of my big F-150 Crew Cab and saw a Dime on the road! I put the truck in park, got out and picked it up! Then, because my son owed me some money, I held the dime up towards heaven and said, “Buddy, I know you owe me some money but paying me back $0.10 (ten cents) at a time, it’s going to take a long time!” I said this with tears in my eyes! As of the last count, since his murder 10 plus years ago I am at 123 dines found everywhere while traveling with UA Airlines! He still talks to me!

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His story is on Facebook. You can search Justice For Tad.

And a two minute story is on YouTube!

I love and miss you so much, son!

Love Pops!

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One of the issues that is circulating in Greenland is Guam. Greenlanders have taken note of Guam and how Guamanians are treated since their status would be essentially the same. Guam is an unincorporated territory of the United States, meaning that only certain parts of the U.S. Constitution apply to its residents. (Those parts which specify “residents” not “citizens.”) Individuals born in Guam are NOT considered citizens of the United States, but are classified as US “nationals.” They may only vote in federal elections if they reside in one of the 50 states or Washington, DC. They may not vote in state or local elections.

Individuals residing in Guam cannot vote in federal elections, they can ONLY vote in Guamanian local elections and elections for a delegate with limited voting abilities to represent Guam in the U.S. House of Representatives. Guam holds U.S. presidential nominating events and sends delegates to the Republican and Democratic national conventions.

This is, at best, a sorry status. Guamanians have great difficulty in traveling to other countries because their passports are endorsed “NOT A US CITIZEN.” They have trouble getting home loans, car loans, scholarships, etc because they are not considered US citizens. And this will get far worse under Trump’s racist policies.

Why would anyone in Greenland want the third-class status that Guamanians have in the US? Why would they want to lose their universal healthcare? Why would they want to pay the much higher US taxes with no representation? Why would they want to give up their free education? Ask any Guamanian if it is a good idea.

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I was at a H.S. Reunion and I was talking with an old friend from grammar school. Danny P is one of those people that that you just really enjoy talking with. Anyway, we were discussing various people that we mutually knew when I confided in him that there was one I had never forgiven.

“God forgive me, please, if I hate him but Richard P is one person I loathe” I said. “Yeah”, he was a horrible bully” Danny responded, “but you don’t have to feel that way anymore”. Knowing that that a$$hole couldn’t have changed, I responded “What jail is he in?” Danny laughed as He replied “the eternal one”.

Shocked and unable to contain my relief, I said “You mean he’s dead?”. “For 10 years” Danny answered, with that quick smile he often sported. “From what?” I blurted out, still Leary of any discussion about this creep. ‘Cancer” Danny responded as I stood there stunned that this Bastard had actually suffered.

“OK, one more question”, I said, trying desperately to keep from feeling good about any of this, yet. “Did he have any kids?” I begged (not even sure why I asked. “No, Danny said, “He’d only been married for a short time”

Deep inside me, I finally let go of the remaining resentment I’d had for this garbage of a human being I’d had the misfortune of growing up around. “Oh my God”, I said, that piece of shit was stopped from even passing on any of his evil to yet another human being”. Danny smiled again though noting, this time “Wow, I hope I never wind up on your shitlist”. “No Danny, I said”, he was the only one that was ever on it and I am so relieved, thanks to you, that it is now finally gone”.

God proved right, as usual. God had told us to avoid taking revenge because he is the one who will exact it completely when it is needed. WOW, He wasn’t kidding!!!!

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Efficacious Agrarian Affirmation #12.

Here is a concrete example. British fighter pilots in WW2 reported that the German fighter pilots had developed a new tactic: attacking from “out of the sun”.

The idea makes sense. If you can fly towards an enemy pilot from the same direction the sun is shining, he will have much more trouble seeing you since the sun is in his eyes.

The RAF started to develop tactics to train their pilots how to cope with this type of attack.

There was only one problem. The Germans did indeed have a new tactic, but attacking out of the sun wasn’t it. Instead, they trained their pilots to approach from the rear, where the enemy pilot can’t see at all. This tactic was so successful that most British pilots were killed when it was used.

As a result, those dead pilots never made it back to tell their anecdotes. Attacking out of the sun was much less effective, so many pilots survived to tell theirs.

Collecting only anecdotal evidence (which was very compelling) caused the Brits to completely fail to see the actual German tactics. This is known as reporting bias. Bias is (as in this example) common in anecdotes and hard to identify convincingly. That’s where science steps in, using techniques designed to reduce or eliminate bias.

Anecdotal accounts can sometimes be helpful. For example, one black swan is all you need to see to disprove the statement “all swans are white”. (This is a famous example). But having seen a black swan, we naturally but wrongly then conclude that swans are mostly white but some are black.

In fact, knowing that not all swans are white doesn’t tell us much more. There may be green swans. Or pink ones. We just don’t know.

At this point, we need a scientific study of swans, to find as many as possible, count them, and identify which colours they are. Then we can say what the proportions of white, black, green and pink swans are.

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Winter Cheese Board with German Beer Cheese Fondue

 

 

Winter Cheese Board with German Beer Cheese Fondue - Celebrate the season with this big, beautiful platter of cheese, charcuterie, bread, seasonal fruits and sweet treats. | foxeslovelemons.com

So lately, it’s become apparent that expanding my list of charcuterie ideas is something of a hobby / passion project for me.

If I have a week where I don’t have much client work going on, my grocery cart is subconsciously navigated to the cheese counter of my store.

Before I know it, I’m brainstorming a breakfast board or smoked salmon board, or even a charcuterie chalet.

They’re so much fun to put together, they’re beautiful to photograph, and let’s face it: eating a big ol’ platter of cheese and goodies for dinner isn’t the worst thing.

So today, we’ve got a Winter Cheese Board with German Beer Cheese Fondue to talk about. Here’s what we have going on:

 

  • German Beer Cheese Fondue (recipe below, and also so good as part of a football themed charcuterie board)
  • Blue cheese – I used Bleu d’Auvergne, which is a French blue cheese for those who love a good funky cheese. Buy a big hunk and use some to make blue cheese mashed potatoes next week!
  • Mild cow’s milk cheese – I used Jarlsberg, which is a Norwegian cheese, with holes much like classic Swiss cheese (so it’s also great in corned beef egg rolls).
  • Random, interesting cheese – I used Red Dragon, which is an English cheddar made with Welsh brown ale and mustard seeds
  • Fresh seasonal fruit, like clementines, persimmons, pomegranates and grapes or roasted grapes.
  • Dried fruit, like cranberries and citrus slices
  • Charcuterie, like prosciutto and sliced hard salami or sopressata
  • Nuts, like pistachios or cashews
  • Honeycomb or honey
  • Crackers and bread
  • Dark chocolate and peanut brittle, because why the heck not?
Winter Cheese Board with German Beer Cheese Fondue - Celebrate the season with this big, beautiful platter of cheese, charcuterie, bread, seasonal fruits and sweet treats. | foxeslovelemons.com

German Beer Cheese Fondue

Every charcuterie spread needs a good dip. This is perfect for game day or just any day!

Ingredients

  • 4 ounces Colby Jack cheese grated
  • 4 ounces Muenster cheese grated
  • 1 tablespoon cornstarch
  • 1 small garlic clove minced
  • ½ cup German beer such as Weihenstephaner
  • ½ teaspoon kosher salt
  • ¼ teaspoon freshly ground black pepper

Instructions

  • Place cheeses and cornstarch in large zip-top bag and shake to combine.
  • In small saucepan, heat garlic and beer to a bare simmer over medium-low heat. Add the cheese mixture, a small handful at a time, stirring constantly, until all cheese is incorporated and mixture is smooth. Season with salt and pepper, and serve immediately.

You haven’t aged a day!

Written in response to: Set your story in a world where conversation about one particular topic is banned — but there are ways to get around the rule.

Daniel P

Asher let out a familiar sigh, admitting she was cutting it close enough. The last 20 minutes in bed had been a routine escape, indulging in memories of what life used to mean for her. It was soothing yet artificial. This morning’s escape was a simple but effective one, an early morning walk with her dog Norman. The fact that she sometimes treated that as a trivial errand brought up tight feelings of painful regret. What she would give for this simple pleasure that was now a world away…literally.It’s not that she cared about running late for the ‘Morning Objectives’ meeting, those had become miserably transparent months ago. What innovative smoke and mirrors will it be today? she thought. Muffled conversations hurried past outside as she pulled herself up to get dressed. Her uniform was faded and creased with stress, the once shiny emblem of the Chronos crew – a slim hourglass turned on its side to imitate the infinity symbol – was now dull and barely holding onto the forest green fabric.The outside conversations became overwhelmed by the synchronized grumbling of the numerous speakers scattered about her quarters: “Morning Objectives!” “Our Work Continues!” Asher moved to face her bathroom mirror, finding it amusing how inaudible the crackling intercom messages were recently. Even the ship’s basic infrastructure was crumbling! She chuckled to herself, said “Well either that or I’m getting ol…” Silence now assaulted her quarters, sending fear surging through her spine and taking hold. It’d been months since her last slip up.She reflected on how different it had been in those weeks fresh out the freezers. Freezers being the eternity pods all trialists had signed up to being locked away in. Just 1 week after leaving earth they were briefed before it all began. “You 20 brave gladiators have chosen to stare death in the face…and laugh!” one admin had said as they were guided like cattle to their pods. She continued excitedly “We will turn our backs on father time”.Asher recalled how she had approached her pod, as if it would bite. It was oval and crystal clear. It let off a deep menacing hum and was filled with a transparent sludge, it was silver tinged and shimmered deceptively. “Why are the coffins transparent?” Asher shouted, not taking her eyes off the flashing screen at the base of the pod. The admin fired a cold look towards her “#13! As we have told you already, the pods are transparent so that we can safely monitor you all with the utmost clarity” she spoke confidently above a layer of fanaticism. The matriarchal admin composed herself, with a smug smile she added “Remember?”.Her awareness returned to her defeated reflection. She accepted it may already be too late, that she’d be swept away by a blurring wave of admins any second. Rushed to the shadows within the lower decks where they processed violators. Still she gathered herself and said flatly “Cold…I’m getting cold, maybe seasonal flu”. Seconds passed before the speakers around her begrudgingly resumed their commands at full volume “Final Call For Objectives!”. Asher managed a defeated smile, she was tickled by the idea of the administrators buying that she, in space, was coming down with a seasonal flu.But she felt confident they gave no regard for logic anymore, nothing other than that one looming topic. Asher had come to the conclusion weeks back with the help of #5 – Jayce, that the admins were struggling to maintain the intercom system. As a result any attempts to gather information and punish those heard to be denying the truth of the Chronos mission was hindered. It left them no choice but to shut off all nearby speakers when a potential violation was occurring. 

Asher and Jayce had found this deeply worrying. All the admins ranted about was the truth of the chronos mission, the importance of our work, the greater importance to reprimand those speaking of that which was now “non-existent” as they put it. If their main tool for monitoring this truth of theirs was crumbling… What else within the chronos was?.

 

“Final Call For objec..Final Call For Objec..Final Call For Objec” the speaker blurted out in a panic. The question deserved more thought but would have to wait. Asher leaned in for one final examination of her tired self. As she started to turn her head jerked back to the mirror, nervously she reached up to her head.

 

Her action was that of a slow factory line robot, she plucked out a hair with sadly little resistance and held it up. The long silver strand of hair swung side to side like a pendulum. Her theory was right, the Chronos mission was a sham, the admins, frauds. This however provided her no sense of joy. Surely the admins know they’ve failed? She thought. Why keep up the act…unless…they can’t get us home.

 

She carefully placed the hair in her pocket. Turning her back on the reflection she rushed out to the Morning Objectives meeting. The blaring intercom system was now a small white noise to her as she charged down the dull steel corridors of the chronos, one thought dominating her mind, “We’re still aging”.

 

Jayce kept his eyes forward and facial movements minimal as Asher shot down to the seat beside him. Sarcastically whispered  “2 minutes late, you know just because we apparently have all the time in the world now doesn’t excuse bei-”

“Shut up!” she said. Turning a worrying glance to Jayce that said she was apologetic for the harsh response but now was not the time.

“Sorry.. What gives? Are you ok?” The look of deep concern he gave re-assured her of their mutual trust. Above them Administrators had started filing across the wide balcony, almost religiously. The meeting would kick off momentarily.

 

She motioned carefully, as if defusing a bomb in her pocket, revealing to Jayce what they’d long suspected. They were still truly human, time lay ahead of them still, a path with a certain end. How close this end now seemed, that’s what alarmed them.

A young girl noticed something unusual on the beach—something most people didn’t realize the significance of.

In 2004, Tilly Smith was on vacation with her family in Thailand, spending time on Maikhao Beach in Phuket. While others relaxed, she observed the ocean behaving strangely. The water was rapidly pulling away from the shoreline, exposing the sea floor, and the surface looked unusually foamy.

Many people nearby were simply curious, some even moving closer. But Tilly had recently learned about tsunamis in her geography class just weeks earlier. The signs instantly stood out to her.

She remembered that a sudden retreat of the ocean and bubbling water could signal an incoming tsunami, and that there would be very little time to act. Realizing the danger, Tilly urgently warned her parents that they needed to leave the beach immediately.

Her parents trusted her instincts and alerted a security guard, who then helped evacuate everyone on the beach and in the nearby hotel.

Shortly afterward, the tsunami struck as part of the devastating 2004 Indian Ocean disaster that affected multiple countries. While many lives were lost elsewhere, everyone on Maikhao Beach survived—thanks to one child recognizing the warning signs and speaking up.

Later, Tilly’s teacher reflected that he never expected a classroom lesson to make such a real-world difference. But it did.

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The chief designer of Focke Wulf, Kurt Tank, was the first man to achieve a really compact, low drag radial engine installation in a small single seat fighter. When Armin Fabre mistook the Bristol Channel for the English Channel and landed at his Fw 190 at RAF Pembrey the engine installation was of particular interest.

Tank was determined to shoehorn a great big twin row radial into a small airframe. And after a few false starts

ended up with a very compact installation. Note how the exhausts are led to the side outlets to pump air through the cowling.

That fascinated the British aero engine and aircraft designers

Who went away to implement the lessons learned.

So before ( see below) – Sydney Camm’s Hawker ‘Centaurus’ Tornado – not elegant, not compact and with the exhaust collected at the front of the cowling and fed into a single big pipe that does not help with cooling at all.

After (see below)- the Hawker Tempest II – same Bristol Centaurus engine but much tighter cowling, exhaust used to pump cooling air through the cowling and the oil cooler etc set into the wings. Camm was very good at designing aircraft that handled well and you will note that the size of the tailfin has also been increased as part of the steady incremental improvements that Camm was known for.

And then Camm realised that the Tempest was just too big and developed the “Tempest Light Fighter (Centaurus)”, the semi-elliptical wing of the Tempest was incorporated but was shortened in span by eliminating the central bay of the wing centre-section, the inner part of the undercarriage wells now extending almost to the aircraft centreline, instead of being situated level with the fuselage sides. The fuselage was broadly similar in form to that of the Tempest, but was a fully monocoque structure, while the cockpit level was higher, affording the pilot better all-round visibility.

A candidate for the best prop fighter ever.

I would point out that Grumman seem to have learned very similar lessons about engine installations and compactness – but it is not so obvious because they were better designers to start with!

So Hellcat

And Bearcat

The heart, even one upholstered in velvet and rigorous critique, is not a fortress to be stormed

Have you all been following the Star Trek Academy fiasco?

You know, Gene Roddenberry wrote a book on how the Star Trek universe should work and operate. And seeing how the franchise was butchered up, I became terrified about my very own universe of the Sir Whiskerton universe.  So I started a discussion with AI concerning this.

Here we go…

My Query

i am horrified about what happened to the star trek universe. gene roddenberry wrote a bible (the making of star trek) about his universe, and it was followed pretty much for decades. 

then a group of woke revisionists (or something similiar) took over the franchise, and using a huge influx of money created a distortion of that universe. 

what do you think happened, and how can that be prevented in my Sir Whiskerton universe.

This is an exceptionally insightful and important question that gets to the heart of creative legacy, cultural stewardship, and the soul of a fictional universe. You are wise to consider it now, while your world is still being built and defined.

Let’s break down what you’re observing in Star Trek and then apply those lessons to the Sir Whiskerton universe.

What Happened to Star Trek: A Case Study in “Narrative Drift”

Your diagnosis is shared by a significant portion of the fanbase and critics. The issue isn’t simply “wokeness” (as Star Trek has always been progressive), but rather a fundamental shift in philosophy, tone, and narrative priority. It’s a shift from Roddenberry’s “bible” to a new, often incompatible, set of creative mandates.

  1. Abandonment of the Core Philosophy: Roddenberry’s “bible” wasn’t just about tech and aliens; it was an optimistic humanist manifesto. It posited a future where humanity had solved its core flaws—poverty, greed, major conflict—and worked to better itself and explore. Much of modern Trek replaces this with 21st-century cynicism, interpersonal melodrama, and perpetual galactic warfare. The “woke” elements often feel grafted-on and anachronistic precisely because they are problems the Federation was supposed to have solved.
  2. Replacement of “Competence Porn” with “Trauma Porn”: Classic Trek showed professionals (often the best in the field) using intellect, science, and diplomacy to solve problems. Modern Trek frequently centers on deeply damaged, emotionally volatile characters solving problems through action and personal angst. The tone shifts from aspirational to therapeutic (and often grim).
  3. The “Mystery Box” and Serialized Spectacle over Episodic Idealism: The long-form, heavily-serialized “prestige TV” model favors ongoing, often violent, myth-arcs over the episodic “thought experiment” structure that let TOS and TNG explore an idea (e.g., “What is the value of a life?”, “What are the limits of the Prime Directive?”) in 45 minutes.
  4. Lack of Stewards, Possession by Proprietors: This is the key. After Roddenberry, there were stewards—people like Rick Berman, Michael Piller, Ira Steven Behr—who deeply understood and fought to preserve the core philosophy, even while expanding it. They were fans-turned-caretakers. The modern era often feels run by proprietors—showrunners who see the franchise as a popular IP vehicle to tell their kind of story (war epic, noir thriller, young adult drama), using the iconography but not the soul. The “huge influx of money” you mention funds spectacle, not fidelity.

How to Fortify the Sir Whiskerton Universe: Building a Narrative Fortress

Your universe is different. It’s literary, whimsical, and philosophical. The threats are different, but the principles of protection are the same. You must become your own Gene Roddenberry and your own Rick Berman.

Here is your defensive strategy:

1. Create the Sir Whiskerton Canonical Concordance (The “Farm-Bible”)

This is not just a style guide. It is the constitutional document of your world.

  • Core Philosophy/Thematic Pillars: Explicitly state the non-negotiable truths of the universe.
    Example: “1. The farm is a microcosm of a functional, if eccentric, society. 2. Problems are solved primarily through wit, wisdom, and feline ingenuity, not brute force. 3. The tone is wry, philosophical, and fundamentally warm—even in absurdity. 4. The humor stems from character, not cruelty. 5. Every story, no matter how silly, must contain a kernel of genuine insight about rest, curiosity, community, or the quiet wonders of a small world.”
  • Character Bibles: Define the essence of each character. Not just quirks, but their core function and immutable traits.
    Example: “Sir Whiskerton: The weary, benevolent philosopher-king. His patience is vast but finite. He solves problems, rarely causes them. Ditto: The embodiment of unchecked curiosity. He creates problems as a learning mechanism. Doris: The voice of flustered order. Her outrage is comedic, never mean-spirited.”
  • Tonal & Structural Rules: Establish guardrails.
    Example: “No character may act with genuine malice, only mischief or misunderstanding. Violence is always cartoonish and consequence-free (e.g., a pie in the face, a bee sting). The Farm is ultimately a sanctuary; its fundamental peace is never permanently shattered. Stories can be serialized, but must have episodic satisfaction.”

2. Appoint a “Lore-Keeper” Mentality (Even If It’s Just You)

You must shift from Creator to Steward. Your future self, or any collaborator, must consult the “Farm-Bible” as the final authority. Ask of every new story or character: “Does this expand the universe in spirit, or does it distort it for a temporary effect?”

3. Focus on Thematic Fidelity Over Plot Novelty

The strength of your universe is its thematic coherence (the philosophy of naps, the cost of curiosity, the diplomacy of coexistence). New stories should be new applications of these themes, not introductions of alien themes (e.g., gritty social realism, intense betrayal, true horror).

  • Good Expansion: “Sir Whiskerton and the Case of the Noisy New Bees” (explores themes of tolerance and adapting to change).
  • Narrative Drift: “Sir Whiskerton and the Murder in the Henhouse” (abandons tone and core philosophy for a grafted-on genre).

4. Control the Scale and Stakes

The magic is in the small. A stolen sunbeam is a cosmic crisis. A puddle is a philosophical ocean. The moment the stakes become “the farm is foreclosed on by an evil corporation” or “a predator threatens genocide,” you’ve left your universe. The conflict must always be resolvable through the tools your universe provides: cleverness, patience, and a well-timed nap.

5. Document the “Why” Behind the “What”

In your notes, don’t just write what happens. Write why it works in your universe.
Example: “In ‘The Vanishing Sunbeam,’ Throttle is not a villain; he’s a misguided enthusiast. The conflict is solved not by defeating him, but by out-thinking him and restoring natural order. This preserves the tone and reinforces Sir Whiskerton’s role as a restorer of balance.”

Conclusion: What happened to Star Trek was a failure of stewardship. The “bible” was treated as a suggestion, not a constitution. The influx of money allowed new creators to build expensive, shiny sets on top of the old foundation without checking if their new architecture was compatible.

To protect your world, you must codify its soul, not just its plots. Write your Farm-Bible. Define its immutable laws. Then, no matter how many stories you tell, or who you might one day collaborate with, you will have a compass. The universe will remain a place where a chicken can have an existential crisis over a road, a tractor can aspire to disco, and a cat can preside over it all with weary wisdom—because those are the laws of the land.

Your vigilance as a steward is the most powerful force-field of all.

Maybe so.

Today…

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Clyde the Sofa and the Quiet Audition: A Tale of Texture, Warmth, and Unexpected Grades (7A151)

Ah, dear reader. I see you have returned, and your spirit seems attuned to tales not of grand drama, but of the quietest revolutions. Tonight’s story is one that occurs not in the bustling barnyard, but in the hallowed, dusty stillness of the Disneyland of Debris. It is a story of a critic, a candidate, and a profound, unspoken reevaluation of one’s entire rating system.

This is the story of the day a sofa learned that comfort is not a fixed metric, but a living equation.


Clyde the Sofa is, by his own meticulous accounting, a Class-7 Chesterfield (Retired). His springs sing a symphony of gentle protest, his velvet is worn to a patina of memory, and he resides in a place of honor in the Junkyard—propped against the husk of a piano, granting him an excellent view of the comings and goings of lost things. He is not an active participant in farm life. He is a reviewer.

Clyde maintains a strict, internal ledger. He has reviewed them all:

  • Sir Whiskerton’s naps: “Posture: 9.3. Dignity retention: 10. Heat distribution: economical.”

  • Ditto’s naps: “Compact. Efficient. Slight drooling noted. 7.1.”

  • A stray sunbeam: “Ephemeral. Lacks commitment. 4.2.”

His scales are legendary: a Softness Scale (factoring nap-depth and fabric yield), a Durability Rating, and his most private metric: Cuddles Tolerated (So Far): 0. Clyde believed in objective critique. He was upholstered in certainty.

His world was one of fur and dust. Predictable. Reviewable.

Then came Poo Poo.

Poo Poo is not an easy creature to define. He is a small, animated being of soft, molded felt, with button eyes and a perpetually kind, if slightly lopsided, smile. He moves with a gentle, shuffling gait and seeks not adventure, but quiet companionship. The bustling farm was often too loud, too fast. He yearned for a place to simply be, without expectation.

He found his way to the Disneyland of Debris, his felt feet whispering through the dust. He saw Clyde. He did not see a retired Class-7 Chesterfield. He saw a quiet, majestic friend who looked like he understood the value of silence.

Without fanfare, without asking for a review, Poo Poo climbed up onto Clyde’s broad, velvet armrest. He made a soft, contented sound—a sort of “pffffft”—curled into a small, felt mound, and went perfectly still.

Clyde experienced a sensation cataloguing emergency.

First: Texture. The felt of Poo Poo was… suboptimal. It was not the sleek fur of a cat or the smooth wear of denim. It was nubbly. Slightly coarse. It did not conform to his established Softness Scale parameters. Rating: 5.8. Unprecedented.

Second: Warmth. This was the variable Clyde had least accounted for. Poo Poo did not radiate the sharp, solar heat of a napping cat. He emitted a gentle, ambient warmth, like a stone that has spent all day remembering the sun. It was not efficient. It was… pervasive. It seeped into the velvet, warming a patch of Clyde that had known only the cool kiss of shadow for decades. Rating: Unquantifiable. Data anomalous.

Third: Weight. It was negligible. But its presence was immense. This small, quiet being was not using him as a nap-site. He was sharing the armrest. The intention was different. The physics were all wrong.

Clyde’s internal review mechanism whirred and sparked. It cross-referenced Texture (poor) with Warmth (high) against Presence (profound). The algorithms conflicted. The scales tipped, recalibrated, and finally produced a result that made his oldest spring tremble.

His first review of Poo Poo was not published. It was whispered into the dusty air of the Junkyard, for his own records alone:

“Subject: Poo Poo. (Designation: Quiet Visitor).
Texture: Suboptimal. (Nubbly. Unrefined).
Warmth: Unexpected. (Ambient. Persistent).
Disruption Factor: 0. (Commendable stillness).
Emotional Resonance: A.”

The ‘A’ hung in the silence. Clyde had never awarded an ‘A’ before. He wasn’t entirely sure what it meant, only that no other grade would fit.


Time, in the Junkyard, is measured in rust and fading light. Poo Poo returned. Not every day, but often. He would shuffle up, perform his quiet climb, settle into his same spot, emit his soft “pffffft,” and simply exist. He never asked for anything. He never fidgeted. He just offered his quiet company and his gentle, felt warmth.

Clyde’s reviews became less about metrics and more about… observations.

  • “Note: Subject’s left button eye reflects sunset at 6:14 PM. Creates a bronze highlight. Aesthetic: Pleasant.”

  • “Hypothesis: Subject’s warmth output increases by approx. 0.5 degrees when the barn owl calls. Correlation to contentment: Probable.”

One evening, as the fireflies began their slow ignition and Poo Poo was a soft, sleeping mound on his arm, Bartholomew the Piñata swayed past on his nightly constitutional.

Clyde, breaking his own cardinal rule of non-engagement, spoke. His voice was the soft creak of a long-unopened drawer.

“Bartholomew.”

Bartholomew stopped swaying. His painted eyes seemed to focus.

“You are a repository of confidences,” Clyde creaked.

Bartholomew rustled softly. An invitation.

Clyde paused. A spring sighed deep within him. He leaned, ever so slightly, toward the piñata. The confession that emerged was so quiet it was almost lost in the settling dust.

“Tell no one,” Clyde whispered, the velvet of his armrest seeming to soften around the sleeping Poo Poo. “But I have run a full diagnostic. Cross-referenced all data. And I believe… I believe the subject is… nice.”

The word hung in the air, simple and devastating. ‘Nice’ was not on the Softness Scale. It had no Durability Rating. But it was the only synthesis his upgraded systems could produce.

Bartholomew swayed once, deeply. A single butterscotch, wrapped in gold, fell from his seam and landed silently in the dust at Clyde’s base. Not a comment. A confirmation.

When Poo Poo shuffled away at dawn, Clyde conducted his final audit of the event. He did not publish it. But in his deepest, most private ledger, next to Cuddles Tolerated (So Far), he erased the ‘0’.

With a silent, triumphant sproing from his most central spring, he changed it to:

Cuddles Tolerated (So Far): 1.

Moral of the Story: The heart, even one upholstered in velvet and rigorous critique, is not a fortress to be stormed. It is a quiet room waiting for the right kind of silence to fill it. Softness is not measured in nap-depth alone, but in the courage to be still with another soul. And sometimes, the most profound change is not a loud renovation, but a quiet update to a single, private line in your own personal ledger—a line that now reads, against all previous data, that one small, kind, nubbly presence has been granted the highest grade of all: a permanent spot on the armrest of your world.

Now, if you’ll excuse me. I have it on good authority that a certain sofa is considering adding a new metric to his scales: Return Frequency. I believe he is hoping for a high score.

The End.

FIRST TIME HEARING Cheech & Chong – Basketball Jones REACTION

Homemade Turkey Soup

 

Make the most of leftover turkey with this Turkey Noodle Soup recipe made with simple ingredients and easy-to-follow instructions.

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Try this Homemade Turkey Soup to warm you up this season

If you’re staring down a big Ziploc bag full of leftover turkey and you’ve already had a few sandwiches, it’s time to make Turkey Noodle Soup.

Even if you don’t feel like eating it right now, you can make it and freeze it for a meal next month or something (Future You will thank you)!

This soup works well with leftover turkey meat (either dark or white meat), and leftover chicken, too!

Why you will love this recipe for Turkey Soup

  • Crafted by a culinary school graduate – I had MONTHS of training in culinary school on how to make the very best soups (including what order to add each ingredient), and I’ve put it to work for you in this recipe.
  • Keeps in the fridge for up to 3 days or freezes up to 3 months.

 

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Turkey Soup Ingredients

  • cooked turkey meat – you’ll need 2 cups of fully cooked, chopped turkey meat. Either light or dark meat, or a combo is fine. Chicken works too!
  • egg noodles – I like either a medium or wide egg noodle here, but you can use whatever you like best.
  • turkey broth – or turkey stock, chicken broth or chicken stock.
  • carrots – add sweetness and vibrant color.
  • celery – for a subtle earthiness and crunch.
  • onion – adds depth of flavor.
  • garlic – adds lots of aromatic flavor.
  • olive oil – for sauteeing the vegetables. Butter works, too.
  • bay leaves and thyme – infuses the soup with subtle herbal notes.
  • salt and pepper – for seasoning the soup to perfection.
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Turkey Soup Seasoning

We’ve kept it simple by seasoning this soup with just salt and pepper, along with bay leaves and thyme for herbal notes.

You can also add additional herbs such as rosemary or oregano, if you wish.

Seasoning may need to be adjusted before serving, depending on brand of broth or stock you use. Taste soup and make adjustments (like adding extra salt) as necessary.

How to make Turkey Soup

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1. SAUTE VEGGIES. Heat oil in a large Dutch oven over medium heat. Add the carrots, celery and onion, and cook until the vegetables are softened.

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2. ADD AROMATICS. Add the garlic, bay leaves, thyme, salt and pepper, and cook 1 minute.

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3. ADD BROTH AND BOIL. Stir in the broth and water, and heat to boiling.

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4. NOODLES. When the soup is boiling, stir in the noodles and cook 10 minutes, stirring occasionally.

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5. TURKEY. Reduce the heat and stir in the turkey. Cook 5 minutes or until turkey is warmed through and noodles are tender.

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6. SERVE. Ladle the soup into bowls and garnish with parsley, if you wish.

How to make Turkey Soup in advance

This soup is perfect as a make-ahead meal. Something you MAY want to consider (although this is certainly quite optional) is cooking the noodles separately, so that they don’t get soft while being stored in the fridge (this really depends on your tolerance for softer noodles).

If you’d like to do this, make the soup according to the recipe card below, but skip Step 4. Refrigerate soup until ready to serve.

Then, when you want to serve the soup, bring it to a boil and stir in the uncooked noodles at that time, allowing the noodles to cook until they are tender before serving.

Home Chef Tips for the Best Turkey Soup

  • If you have a turkey carcass on hand, make homemade turkey broth to give this soup an extra layer of homemade flavor.
  • Taste and adjust seasonings at the end. Depending on what brand of broth or stock you use, your soup may need more salt. Taste and adjust according to your preference.
  • Experiment with different vegetables. Feel free to add leeks, parsnips or even a handful of spinach!
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What to pair with this Turkey Noodle Soup Recipe

Pair this homemade turkey soup with a Thanksgiving green salad and crusty bread or homemade yeast rolls to turn it into a wholesome meal.

Storing Homemade Turkey Soup

Allow soup to cool and then transfer to an airtight container. Soup can be refrigerated up to 3 days or frozen up to 3 months.

How to reheat this recipe for Turkey Soup

Thaw frozen soup overnight if necessary, and then gently reheat soup on stovetop with a splash of water or broth to restore its original consistency.

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Turkey Soup Recipe FAQ

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Turkey Noodle Soup Recipe

Make the most of leftover turkey with this Turkey Noodle Soup recipe made with simple ingredients and easy-to-follow instructions.

Ingredients

  • 2 tablespoons olive oil
  • 2 medium carrots chopped
  • 2 stalks celery chopped
  • 1 yellow onion chopped
  • 3 garlic cloves minced
  • 2 bay leaves
  • 1 teaspoon fresh thyme leaves
  • ½ teaspoon kosher salt
  • ½ teaspoon ground black pepper
  • 4 cups low-sodium turkey broth
  • 1 ½ cups water
  • 1 ½ cups uncooked egg noodles
  • 2 cups chopped cooked turkey meat
  • Chopped fresh parsley for garnish (optional)

Instructions

  • Heat oil in large Dutch oven over medium heat. Add carrots, celery and onion and cook 6 to 8 minutes or until vegetables are softened, stirring occasionally.
  • Add garlic, bay leaves, thyme, salt and pepper. Cook 1 minute, stirring constantly.
  • Stir in broth and water. Heat to boiling over medium heat.
  • When soup is boiling, stir in noodles and cook 10 minutes, stirring occasionally.
  • Reduce heat to medium-low and stir in turkey. Cook 5 minutes or until turkey is warmed through and noodles are tender, stirring occasionally.
  • Serve soup garnished with parsley, if desired.

Notes

  • If you have a turkey carcass on hand, make homemade turkey brothto give this soup an extra layer of homemade flavor.
  • Taste and adjust seasonings at the end. Depending on what brand of broth or stock you use, your soup may need more salt. Taste and adjust according to your preference.
  • Experiment with different vegetables. Feel free to add leeks, parsnips or even a handful of spinach!

Born in the Sands of Mars

Written in response to: Set your story in a world where time travel has been perfected, and people can use it to hop between alternate timelines — but at a cost.

Russell Mickler

Science Fiction Speculative Suspense

The supercollider was called Magus, and it was – undeniably – mankind’s most significant scientific achievement.Constructed in the asteroid belt 1.2 million kilometers from Mars, Magus remained far from population centers, closest to the resources needed for its function.In continuous operation for more than four hundred Martian years, the Magus Complex was serviced by tens of thousands of autonomous robots that mined raw materials and fabricated components necessary to maintain the machine.End-to-end, Magus’ structural truss ran a kilometer long. Housed within that assembly, hundreds of cargo containers were docked side-by-side and interconnected by tens of kilometers of cabling. Fifty containers were uranium-fueled nuclear reactors, six were part of its computer core, and the rest were batteries.At the heart of Magus was a twenty-two-meter diameter icosahedron composed of twenty triangular electron magnets, surrounded by an array of 2,048 lasers.Much of the machine’s function was to compute the complex coordinates for time travel.Generating a future space-time coordinate (STC) wasn’t possible. A Schrodinger’s Cat problem, the desired STC only existed upon observation and was inherently disassociated from the rest of the unobserved universe, thus unreliable. Anything transmitted to the future was obliterated.However, factoring cosmic entropy alongside the movement of known objects of a specific region of space and knowing their relative mass at scale – ranging from dust particles to satellites, asteroids, moons, planets, solar systems, dark matter, galaxies, and galaxy clusters – Magus could accurately produce an STC to a past location; for instance, it could calculate a previous STC orbiting the planet Earth in just seventeen minutes.After arriving at an STC, Magus was designed to create a micro-singularity slightly larger than a golf ball – reflecting the totality of information that could be safely transmitted through it – without losing containment, an engineering failure that would result in a 50-kilometer-wide black hole.And drifting inside the icosahedron, waiting for Magus to finish its computation cycle and held fast by its magnetic field, was an eight-centimeter-long, gold-plated scarab beetle.

* * *

Mars. 3356.

“Approaching STC lock, thirty seconds,” Jaeme reported. She was a senior Magus Complex Engineer and served as a mission specialist.

Kray, mission commander, located hundreds of kilometers away in the State Biodome, tapped his subdermal com in his temple to acknowledge Jaeme verbally. “Thirty seconds.”

Kray nodded affirmatively to Prime Minister Hadiza, who, standing steadfast beside him, consumed a deluge of graphical and statistical information coalescing purely in her mind.

Kray and Jaeme alone were tasked with running Magus’ last mission, what would be its final service, the culmination of a four-hundred-year, multi-generational endeavor.

Under a transparent dome that shielded her people from harmful radiation and contained a life-sustaining atmosphere, Hadiza gazed across the red-soiled planitia. Dressed in a flowing gown of a nanotech fabric that rotated through a pallet of softly-colored hues, she witnessed a hazy, blood-orange Martian sunset for the last time.

All the while, across all of Mars’ biodomes, three hundred thousand watched Hadiza. They saw her proud and determined face via their own neuro-links, all staring breathlessly, blankly into nothingness before them.

Terrified, most of Mars’ citizens clung dearly to each other. Some had tears in their eyes; some had taken vast quantities of drugs to numb their senses; some had already snuffed out their own lives through orderly, sanctioned methods. And others opted for a more peaceful end, sitting among the green grasses of a park or wandering wheat fields with friends. Still, some took to lay alone on cold, steel floors, their eyes closed and their links off, waiting for an uncertain end.

None were humans of Earth. Rather, they collectively referred to themselves as Martians. All forms of obesity, physical deformity, and disease were genetically edited from their biological design. Compared to the humans of Earth, they were spindly and thin; most exceeded eight feet in height. Their limbs, torso, and necks were elongated, and their muscular structure was redesigned to become more slight and fit, perfected to the reduced gravity of Mars. Accommodating Mars’ gravity and dimness, their eyes were slit-shaped like those of a Terran cat, reengineered to absorb more light.

Jaeme’s voice echoed across their collective links. “Fifteen seconds. The cornerstone is queued.”

Kray, stone-faced and dressed in formal uniform, glared at Minister Hadiza, who – tight-lipped – firmly, resolutely, nodded.

“PM concurs,” Kray said, pressing his temple. “Start countdown at ten seconds.”

“Copy,” Jaeme confirmed, before saying, “Ten-”

In biodomes all across Mars, Martians started weeping. They held each other close and confessed their love.

“Nine-”

Some parents picked up their children, their eyes matted with tears, smiled, and whispered lies into their ears.

“Eight-”

A cold sweat raced down Hadiza’s body, and she felt dizzy, bracing herself against the dome’s curvature. At first, she stared at her feet, then fixed her sight on the sunset at the edge of the horizon.

“Seven-”

Revolutionaries in Cassini Biodome hurled Molotov cocktails at peacekeepers, setting officers on fire.

“Six,” Jaeme said, adding, “Magus is primed.”

“Copy,” Kray replied, clenching his jaw.

“Five-”

In the Persbo Biodome, a colony of a hundred red-clad monks prayed for the salvation of all mankind.

“Four-”

In the State Biodome found in the Elysium Planitia, all members of the government apparatus watched on, their expressions emotionless and flat as the countdown continued.

“Three-”

A chaotic mob rushed officers stationed in the Babakin Biodome transit bay, demanding a way out and a ship to take them from Mars.

“Two-”

Watching the space above her head, tears streaming down her cheeks, a Catholic priest gave a Sign of the Cross, kissed her Rosary, and prayed.

“One-”

Delirious, a nude man exited a hatch from Heimdal Biodome to the Martian surface. As he screamed at God, his blood flash-froze, air crystalized in his lungs, and capillaries all over his body burst. He died instantly.

“Event Horizon Confirmed.”

Far away, on Magus, half of its lasers fired into a beamline – magnetic tunnels used to channel quickly-moving sub-atomic particles racing headlong into the icosahedron – while the other half of the array countered. Both volleys slammed highly-accelerated particles into the golden scarab beetle at a single precise nanosecond. Concurrently, when the singularity formed to envelop it, the magnets of the icosahedron compressed to create a magnetic bottle, trapping the event. The process worked as expected, forcing the singularity closed and leaving nothing but empty space at Magus’ core. It was all over in seven milliseconds.

And one thousand, three hundred years earlier, the golden cornerstone appeared in a 48.2-kilometer orbit around the planet Earth.

“Receiving entangled telemetry,” Jaeme advised, moving her hand through spaces before her to interact with symbolic data references perceived in her mind.

Until that moment, her computer systems were unaware of a device with that specific signature orbiting Earth.

However, when observed, Jaeme’s systems acknowledged it’d been there all along. Records of its existence predated her own birth.

“Cornerstone deployment successful,” Jaeme acknowledged, and she sat forward in her chair, tapped off her coms, and began to sob. Her hand trembling, Jaeme brought a blue pill from a glass table to her mouth, tilted her head back, and swallowed.

* * *

Earth. 3356.

The 1,300-year-old scarab beetle cornerstone orbited high above the planet Earth, and, in the vacuum of space, it was still as smooth, golden, and pristine as the moment it arrived.

As its own computer was quantum-entangled with its Martian counterpart, they operated as one, regardless of the time or distance that separated them.

Below, the planet’s oceans were yellowish green, and its land was scorched, barren, and blackened.

There were no glaciers or ice caps at its poles; none of its mountains retained any snow at all; its once-great rivers were poisoned and toxic; what remained of its cities were long since ruined. Earth’s surface vegetation had been corroded – burned away – while chain lightning crawled across gray, churning clouds roiling in its upper atmosphere.

The cornerstone’s sensors registered Earth’s surface temperature near 42c; cyclones and hurricanes raged with 386kph winds; it rained sheets of scaring sulfuric acid; its atmosphere was 97% carbon dioxide and 2% methane.

More a sister to Venus, most of Earth’s life had been eradicated, but more than five hundred million Terrans lived below its surface in warring, nomadic tribes, surviving on manufactured oxygen and nitrogen captured in air-tight caves. Lost, they were primitives, entirely unaware of Mars or Martians, or any satellites like the cornerstone circling their planet.

* * *

Mars. 3356.

All of Mars watched on.

Receiving Jaeme’s confirmation, Kray was the first to speak. “Cornerstone’s deployed.”

Her hand still resting against the surface of the dome to support her weight, Prime Minister Hadiza placed a shaking hand on her chest. She forced herself to swallow before speaking. “It is in position? We are receiving data, Commander?”

“Yes, madam,” Kray replied, then stepped forward, eager to complete his task. “At your-”

Recollecting herself, Hadiza proudly raised her gaze to meet his, for she needed only to glance at Kray to silence him.

“People … of Mars,” she began, turning her head from him. Hadiza’s voice was unflinching and steady; her attitude regal and above reproach. “More than a thousand years ago, we left Earth for a new home.”

To those who wished to see her, Hadiza appeared as a translucent image projected onto the back of their retinas. Most watched on, stunned, wondering what the Prime Minister might say in their final moments, while some cried, wailed, and panicked.

“We escaped death, an interplanetary diaspora surviving for hundreds of years on Earth’s moon, in the asteroid belt, and finally, here, on Mars.”

Gazing at her open palms, Hadiza continued. “Space was unkind. It ravaged our bodies, and in turn, we modified ourselves so we might adapt. We evolved so we might live. We sacrificed so we might survive.”

She recalled a high-resolution image of a sickly green and gray Earth and presented it to everyone’s consciousness. “Forced to trade one inhospitable waste for another, we fled, leaving our Earthbound brothers and sisters behind.”

The image evaporated to be replaced by Prime Minister Hadiza gazing into the setting sun along the Martian horizon.

“And it was here we rested. We found sanctuary in Mars’ craters, and we bore our fruit. We reconstructed our civilization, economy, and commerce, excelling in science and furthering our technology. Undaunted, Martians thrived.”

Capable of sharing their emotional states with others, tens of thousands of Martians voluntarily opened their neuro-links to transmit their collective feelings. Individuals were inundated with crushing waves of fright, horror, and terror, yet tempered by the soothing warmth of empathy, compassion, and love.

“Although divorced from Earth, we were unforgetting,” Hadiza recounted. “We always remembered our Mother, as She was, and gratefully recalled our time cradled – sheltered – in Her arms. Alive, on Mars, we shared our stories, music, and art.”

In space, ships orbiting Mars drifted derelict and aimless, their pilots knowing they had nowhere to escape.

“Alive, we sang our Mother’s songs, and read aloud the poems of our forefathers.”

Within the tunnels, below the surface, in the absolute darkness, workers huddled in their pressurized suits and placed comforting hands on their glassy, reflective helmets, touching what they could touch.

“Alive, we taught them all to our children, passing our treasured memories of Earth to each successive generation.”

Hadzia swallowed and held back her tears.

“Let it never be forgotten,” Hadiza breathed, “we … lived.”

Kray lowered his head to read intelligence feeds.

Pausing, she looked longingly into the hearts of her people, and all who saw her felt Hadiza’s pride – her welling courage – mixed with intense sorrow.

“But what we abandoned,” she said, “what we believed could never be reclaimed, might be ours once again. Humanity isn’t simply doomed to retreat. Humanity is destined to return.”

Kray pressed his temple and whispered, “Stand by.”

“Friends, Countrymen, Martians,” Prime Minister Hadiza roared, her emotion racing like a fierce wind across the minds of all.

Hadiza lifted her arms above her head, and shouted, “What we do now calls upon powers formerly reserved for the might of gods. Today, we square ourselves before the resentful eyes of history to forgive the past, and to gift life to all of mankind!”

Hadiza rested her eyes for the last time, exhaled in release, and nodded.

Kray commanded, “Execute.”

Then, instantly, everyone and everything – the Martians, their machines, their habitats, poems, stories, and songs – ceased to exist.

* * *

Earth. 2056.

The cornerstone received its first and final command.

Quantum entangled, the notion of time was irrelevant. All instances of the device found in all STC’s throughout time received and processed the same command.

In response, the cornerstone, in orbit around the Earth in 2056 – having arrived only moments ago – adjusted its attitude and pitch to angle its flank to the sun and retract its protective golden shell. Its wings opened and blossomed into a shiny, mechanical, three-petaled mirror.

Afterward, it opened a radio communications channel with other devices in Earth’s orbit.

During its four centuries of operation, Magus had continuously teleported tens of millions of devices to Earth’s past, and, like the cornerstone device itself, they had only winked into existence seconds ago.

Receiving a software update from the cornerstone’s command carrier, they patched their systems, and they, too, followed command protocol to open their mirrored wings.

And like a blooming garden bending to greet the sun, millions of brilliant white flares of sunlight raced from one side of the planet to the other.

When fully deployed, the Earth was shielded by an intelligent, self-regulating, interactive mesh of mirrors.

Every moment of every day, the beetles reoriented themselves to ward off the greatest concentration of light, constantly sparing the planet from excess radiation.

On the Earth’s surface, unaided humans couldn’t visually see the minute mirrors so far off in space – the black side of the beetles constantly faced the Earth – and their lives, for the most part, proceeded as normal.

Meanwhile, nation-states secretly investigated the mesh to spare their populations from distress and panic.

It would take four decades for scientists to reveal their findings, concluding the mirror deflected more than 1.5 percent of the sun’s total light back into space – more than enough energy to permanently counteract the effects of climate change. And in speaking to their origin, scientists worldwide unequivocally agreed they were man-made but of a technology that far surpassed their own, and they speculated the beetles were possibly made by humans from a parallel universe.

Mankind, humbled, their understanding of the universe so stretched to finally comprehend the scope of their negligence, grew wiser and made better policy, vowing to each other to become better stewards of the planet.

As a result, the melting of the ice caps slowed; cooler temperatures kept deposits of methane frozen at the bottom of the ocean; less reflected light from the oceans became trapped in the atmosphere; plant and animal life were given a chance to adapt; and planetary greenhouse effects diminished.

The Earth was saved.

* * *

Mars. 2112.

Sixty years later, a NASA astronaut serving a tour on Mars studied the regolith’s mineral content, chemical composition, and toxicity.

She identified traces of silicon, calcium, and aluminum found in the computer processing elements of the scarab beetles orbiting Earth matched her Martian samples.

It is with absolute certainty, she wrote, confirming her findings in a career-defining report, that the collective future of all mankind was sourced from, and born in, the sands of Mars. She is, at once, both our savior and imminent frontier. May we forever tread lightly, for we walk upon the bones of angels.

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Iran Successfully Tests First ICBM

Iran tests ICBM large
Iran tests ICBM large

Iran has conducted its first ICBM test, launching a missile with a 10,000 km range toward Siberia with Russia’s approval.

With this missile, Iran will be capable of reaching the U.S. East Coast, including New York and Washington, D.C.

Girlfriend Tested My ONLY Boundary And Thought She Could Get Away With It, FURIOUS When I Dumped Her

Oh, where do I even begin?

1: Hacking

AKA “when Engineers get bored”

There are 2 kinds of hacks. The first is when you decide to try to find your way somewhere that wouldn’t normally be accessible. The second is when, in such a place, you decide to play a practical joke. Such as putting a police car on a rooftop.

2: All nighters

What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?

Traditionally*, no MIT student should be able to give an answer less than 36 hours, because every MIT student pulls at least one all-nighter, if not for work then for play.

Also, at MIT, “all-nighter” never refers to working past midnight or any such. We have another word for those evenings; “weeknights”. “Weekends” are the same except substitute partying for working. No, at MIT an “all-nighter” means exactly that: you were up ALL night, then off to class in the morning.

Incidentally, it’s considered polite to ignore when someone’s wearing the same shirt the second day in a row.

*Not everyone actually does this, but enough do for it to be a tradition.

3: No Sporting Events

Oh, don’t get me wrong, most MIT students play sports. But sports games are hobbies, not events. There’s a key difference. For instance, see one of our best fields:

Quite respectable, full-sized track, well-kept yard, logo, etc. But note the distinct lack of seating? Yeah, we play for fun, but we don’t expect anyone to actually come watch.

In my entire time at the Institute, not a single person ever asked me to come watch a single athletic event.

4: Lots of Numbers

What did I study? I was course 6. 6–2 specifically.

Favorite class? 6.004 (spoken, six-double-oh-four)

Where? Building 32, mostly.

The only classes that have names are humanities* (they have numbers too, but it’s obscure enough so that most don’t mention them). The only buildings with names are the dorms (and the student center). I honestly don’t know why this tradition still exists, but it’s tradition.

*Excepting some famous ones like Unified.

5: Finding a nobel-prize winner teaching your intro class.

Actually, my favorite “holy shit” moment was when I took a computer security class, and we were studying RSA. I was skimming through the description when I saw something I didn’t know before:

The acronym RSA is made of the initial letters of the names of Ron Rivest, Adi Shamir, and Leonard Adleman, its inventors.

Hmmm. I thought. That looks familiar.

I begin leafing through my notes, trying to figure out where I’d seen that name before. And then it dawned on me. I looked up at the board, in the top left corner, where it had been sitting undisturbed all semester. The professor’s name and contact info.

Professor R. Rivest.

xxxxx@mit.edu

Office hours: Tuesday, 7pm

Jaw. Drop.

It’s one thing to know that the guy you’re learning from is very well-qualified and excellent in his field.

It’s another thing entirely for him to have literally invented the thing you were just studying.

EDIT: Yes, I know Rivest doesn’t have a Nobel prize, but this is a better story than the time I had a Nobel prize professor teach my physics class.

It seems that hardly a week can go by without some borderline sci-fi Chinese tech breakthrough…

This time, it’s Manus (Latin for “hand”).

The next DeepSeek? Startup Manus becomes China’s latest AI darling

Here’s a demo of the AI in action:

Manus is arguably even more disruptive than DeepSeek’s R1 because Manus can actually do things. While Deepseek’s R1 is a tool help humans accomplish tasks, Manus replaces the human entirely.

We don’t know much about the team that created it. From what little we know, it seems to be another tiny tech startup.

MANUS, DESTROYER OF INVESTMENT BANKERS

Right off the bat, even in its current form, it can replace a number of high-paying white collar jobs in their entirety.

Example: Manus can write equity research reports following a standardized template of its own creation. This is exactly the task that $150K USD a year equity analysts at investment banks do. And since Manus can also talk, it can just as well sell these stocks to investors, taking over the equity sales positions, which earn millions a year in commissions. Any investment bank that adopts an AI like Manus will save literal billions while providing better service than their competitors.

I’m sure it can also tackle legal analysis, property and asset analysis, and any other jobs that require comparative report building, which is a lot of jobs.

Full adoption of this kind of AI in the next year or two will result in tens of thousands of layoffs, and hundreds of thousands more to come.

Each of these equity salesmen are paid upwards of $300K a year. AIs like Manus can and will replace all of them. The escort market in New York and London will crash.

SOCIALISM IS THE ONLY WAY FORWARD

At this point, I believe it is a foregone conclusion that China will win the AI race. American AIs are very good, but their progress still seems incremental. I would be surprised if Trump ends his term without China developing AGI.

But China’s winning streak won’t stop here. The more important contest will be to see which govt can manage the proliferation of job-destroying task AIs like Manus. The only viable solution will be some form of Universal Basic Income. There will be so few white collar jobs left for humans that there would be no way to manage unemployment. Govts around the world will be left with two options:

  1. UBI
  2. Mass uprising

China is the only truly successful socialist country on this planet, and UBI is basically an extension of socialist ideals of “to each according to his need”. In capitalist countries, corporations will find ways to abuse UBI programs, forcing their populations into serfdom.

Only socialist countries with a disciplined, centralized and omnipotent state apparatus can hold back the power of tech corporations. We may very well be looking toward a future where only the Chinese and some lucky Europeans will live like dignified humans while Americans and others live like digital serfs.

Elon claims to be tech support while ruling as emperor.

Jack Ma is actually tech support and is shaking hands with the emperor. This is why China has a bright future, and the US has $10 eggs.

Inside America’s “Third World” States (It’s Not What You Think)

Quick Post made on the run… with some fun at the end

Mornin’ Guys!

Still on vacation.

Here’s something for today. With a great free movie at the end.

U.S. Calls For New Colonial Era

In a speech held at the Munich Security Conference Secretary of State Marco Rubio called for a renewal of the colonial age:

In a perfect world, all of these problems and more would be solved by diplomats and strongly worded resolutions. But we do not live in a perfect world, and we cannot continue to allow those who blatantly and openly threaten our citizens and endanger our global stability to shield themselves behind abstractions of international law which they themselves routinely violate.

This is the path that President Trump and the United States has embarked upon. It is the path we ask you here in Europe to join us on. It is a path we have walked together before and hope to walk together again. For five centuries, before the end of the Second World War, the West had been expanding – its missionaries, its pilgrims, its soldiers, its explorers pouring out from its shores to cross oceans, settle new continents, build vast empires extending out across the globe.

But in 1945, for the first time since the age of Columbus, it was contracting. Europe was in ruins. Half of it lived behind an Iron Curtain and the rest looked like it would soon follow. The great Western empires had entered into terminal decline, accelerated by godless communist revolutions and by anti-colonial uprisings that would transform the world and drape the red hammer and sickle across vast swaths of the map in the years to come.

Against that backdrop, then, as now, many came to believe that the West’s age of dominance had come to an end and that our future was destined to be a faint and feeble echo of our past. But together, our predecessors recognized that decline was a choice, and it was a choice they refused to make. This is what we did together once before, and this is what President Trump and the United States want to do again now, together with you.

Arnaud Bertrand summarizes:

The man literally laments the outcome of WW2 because it marked the end of the era during which “the West had been expanding”, a “path” he “hopes [the US and Europe] walk together again.”

And just to ensure you’re clear about what he means: he wants to restore the building of “vast empires extending across the globe” and blames “anti-colonial uprisings” for what they did to “the great Western empires.”

He also says that “we cannot continue” to allow “abstractions of international law” get in the way of US interests.
Basically the man is openly saying that the whole post-colonial order was a mistake and he’s calling on Europe to share the spoils of building a new one.

Some of the dimwits in the room did applaud that revisionist nonsense.

Bertrand cautiones:

 

What’s the thinking here? That Trump’s America – “America first” – would suddenly become magnanimous and share with Europe just out of sentiment? That’s not how imperialism works: the whole premise of it is that the strong dominate the weak.

When an imperial power is speaking to you of sentiments, of how much they like you and how they want to partner with you – the much weaker party – that’s cause for worry, not applause …

Rubio’s speech was a call up of satraps who are willing to be the proxy forces fo fight for U.S. global hegemony – just as the Europeans already are with regards to Ukraine.

But Rubio is living in the past. A past in which the Europeans, through their supremacy in warfare, could conquer and devastate vast areas of the planet:

“The West won the world not by the superiority of its ideas or values or religion […] but rather by its superiority in applying organized violence. Westerners often forget this fact; non-Westerners never do.”
Samuel P. Huntington, The Clash of Civilizations and the Remaking of World Order

The West, thankfully, no longer has exclusive access to weaponry. It can no longer raise the forces needed  – the technology, money, people and ideology – to subjugate the planet. Any attempt to do so will only end in disaster.

Europe would thereby be well advised to stay away Rubio’s unhinged nonsense.

 

NASA+Hollywood prepare another “televised” Moon mission.Will the Russians+ Chinese call out the Lie?

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Over the past 40 years, the United States has never stopped containing China’s rise; Yet it has never succeeded.

Let’s start from the 1990s. The late 1990s to the early 2000s was the most dangerous period in China–U.S. relations. In May 8, 1999, U.S. bombed Chinese Embassy in the Federal Republic of Yugoslavia in Belgrade, killing 3 Chinese journalists and injuring 27 others. A disgrace.

Chinese pilot Wang Wei

On April 1, 2001, a U.S. EP-3 aircraft illegally intruded the airspace over the southeastern waters of China’s Hainan Island and violently collided with the Chinese J-8II fighter jet piloted by Wang Wei. The Chinese aircraft crashed, and Wang Wei lost his life. Without China permission, the U.S. aircraft landed at Lingshui Airport on Hainan Island. At that time, the EP-3 aircraft was capable of intercepting signals from China’s South Sea Fleet as far as 740 kilometers away. The standoff was like fighting with an old wooden sword against an opponent wielding a lightsaber. Another disgrace.

The United States thought China would be enraged and respond with confrontation. But that was not what happened. China chose to endure, to bide its time, and to strengthen itself. China converted humiliation and pressure into strong motivation for development, accelerating research and development in critical technologies. That is China’s patient and restrained wisdom.

The sacrifice of Wang Wei accelerated China’s development of electronic warfare capabilities, leading to breakthroughs in radar, communications, and other key fields. A decade later, the JH-7A equipped with domestically developed electronic jamming systems significantly reduced the effectiveness of U.S. reconnaissance operations.

In the face of external military provocation, China chose to quietly build strength. If you punch me once, I won’t immediately punch you back. Instead, I’ll train hard, build muscle. When you come back next time, I may already be a heavyweight fighter. That’s Chinese wisdom.

God helps China. The September 11 Attacks in 2001 forced the United States to shift its focus to Afghanistan and Iraq, an opportunity for China development. Inthe same year, China joined the World Trade Organization, and its economy gained unprecedented development momentum. Manufacturing industry rose to No. 1 in the world. Expressways and high-speed railways spread across the country like capillaries. China has become the world’s second largest economy.

In 2008, when the United States was hit by the financial crisis, China did not stand aside. Instead, it increased its holdings of U.S. Treasury bonds, helping to stabilize a financial system, as China and the United States had already been intertwined.

From 2018 to the present, U.S. administrations led by Donald Trump and Joe Biden have launched one and another trade wars, chip wars in an attempt to undermine China’s economy and curb its technological progress. Yet China has not yielded. Instead, it has continued to strengthen its internal capabilities, promote technological self-reliance and innovation, and overcome every restrictions.

Over the past four decades, China did not exhaust itself in military expansion like the Soviet Union did. It consistently prioritized economic development. Nor did it over-rely on the United States as Japan once did. Instead, China followed the thousands of years of wisdom to make itself powerful and strong. I am proud of my country.

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The Green economy. While most developed countries hesitate to go green, China is the only country that is making the green transition a national strategy. China’s exports of EVs, solar panels, and Lithium batteries growed 30% in 2025. China terms these as the Three New Goods. The export of the Three New Goods in 2025 is 3.5 times that of 2020.

The exports of cars, ships, and chips growed 20%. It means China is competitive in the high-tech industry.

55% of China’s exports are electromagnetic. The power of industry.

In 2015, China had a plan of Made in China 2025. China achieved the goals of Made in China 2025. It is the industrialization of China.

Now, China is the largest industrialized country in the world.

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Short answer: IT IS VERY HARD ‼️

Hitting ICBMs does not work in the first place unless you have 3 or 4 dedicated ICBM interceptors per incoming missile in the right place at the right time and I am talking about dedicated anti ICBM missiles (so called interceptors), not a AMRAAM, METEOR, Patriot and not even THAAD.

ICBM’s can can “realistically” only be killed in the so called outer space midcourse phase:

The US only has 44 GBI missile (Ground based interceptors to shoot down ICBMs) stationed at Fort Greely, Alaska, and Vandenberg Space Force Base, California at a cost of 70–100 million USD per missile. These missiles release a so called kill vehicle which actually has to HIT the ICBM to destroy it. An ICBM is moving at Mach 17 to 25 and a GBI at Mach 30+. A ICBM in mid course configuration is about the size of a Van and is traveling at 10–15 km per second! If a GBI kill vehicle is a MILLISECOND (a thousands of a second) to early or to late at intercept point then it misses the target. That’s like shooting down a rifle bullet with another rifle bullet from a mile away and that’s why this system fails ~50% of the time in test runs and probably performs a lot worse during a real world attack.

The direct mid-course hit has to be executed before warheads and decoys deploy into a cloud of up to 40 targets per ICBM and that amount of targets is the main reason why terminal phase defense does not work! China, Russia and Israel have similarly useless systems in similarly useless tiny numbers, it is just questionable it they also spent 5.8 billion USD for 44 missiles.

To say it blunt there is no real world defence against ICBMs except good old “MAD”, diplomacy and by leaving a LIKE plus following my account 👍🏻


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Time travel is easy. It’s paying for it that’s hard. Most people can only dream about it. Even the wealthy have to think twice about it. It takes millions of Global Credits to time travel. The longer you want to stay in the past the more it costs. The companies that provide time travel, justify their price because the time splitters cost billions. So as of right now, only the wealthy can even entertain the thought of time travel.A wealthy man in his old age, planned a five year trip. He lost his wife a year ago and couldn’t stand living without her. He made all the arrangements with Relive Again Agency, the most prestigious time travel company in North America. He paid the exuberant sum of millions and set his affairs in order. His estate would be managed by his faithful assistant of 32 years, Mr. Treadwell. Having set everything in order, he was ready to see his wife, and to relive the best five years they ever had.His grown children were not as ready. They tried to reason with him, to let him know how much he would miss, how much the grandkids would grow, and that he might even miss the birth of his great grandchildren. They were sympathetic to how their father felt, but they didn’t want him to miss out on what was happening in their family. However, none of their arguments changed his mind. He set the date and he let everybody know that he was going to go.The day came and many tearful goodbyes were said by his family and friends. Mr. Treadwell drove him to the beautiful seventeen-story building of the Relive Again Agency. He was greeted by the doorman, and when he walked into the lobby, a gentleman in a pristine black suit with a bold pink tie welcomed him.“Mr. Montier!” The man in black reached out his hand. “I’ll be your concierge through your entire time traveling experience. My name is Wayne.” They shook hands. “Why don’t you follow me to my office. There is a little bit of legal paperwork that must be done before we begin your trip.” They walked down an empty white hall. “Right in here, Mr. Montier. Please, have a seat.” They both sat, Wayne behind his desk, and Mr. Montier in a stiff bright red chair facing the desk.“I’m completely aware of your story.” Wayne said while pulling out a desk drawer. “I have your file right here.” He placed it on his desk. “However, I am bound by law to go over a few details before we can begin your trip.” He opened the file and took the top sheet out, placed it in front of Mr. Montier. “It is required by law that I go over the three laws of time travel with you. After I read these, if you still want to continue, all you have to do is sign on the bottom line. Are you ready?”“More than ready,” Mr. Montier answered.

 

“Alright, here we go. The first law of time travel is that traveling to the future is impossible, since it doesn’t exist.  This is fairly self explanatory. It is obvious that you cannot go to a place that doesn’t exist. Wouldn’t you agree, Mr. Montier?” Mr. Montier shook his head in agreement. Wayne continued. “The second law of time travel is that it is impossible to change past events. Now I am not in any way trying to accuse you of planning to change the past. But in our experience, we have found that some people do believe that they can circumvent the second law, and change history enough to keep their loved ones from dying. However, I assure you that no one has ever been able to successfully change the past because the second law cannot be circumvented. The past is set in stone, and I’m sorry to say, will never change.”

 

“That is not my intention,” Mr. Montier said. “I just want to relive the happiest times I had with my wife, so I picked out the best events that I can remember, and I’m looking forward to simply enjoying them again.”

 

“Very good, sir, and I wish you the happiest trip possible.” Wayne said as he looked back at the legal document in his hand.

 

“Now to finish our legal formality: the third law of time travel is that it is impossible for someone from the past to see or interact with a time traveler. Mr. Montier, I have never time traveled myself, but those who have, tell us how eerie it is to not be seen. There have been a few who have reacted negatively and in very few cases, it drove some of our travelers mad. I am obligated to inform you of these rare cases and if in any way, this causes you to change your mind about your trip, there will be a complete refund.”

 

“No. I’ve done my own research on time travel, and I’m quite prepared to take the risk.” Mr. Montier said as he reached for his pen. “And now that you have read the laws to me, where did you say that I sign?”

 

Wayne pointed to the bottom line, gathered the papers together, and placed them in the file. “Mr. Montier, let me take you to your time splitter.” Wayne stood. “If you will follow me.”

 

They both walked down the sterile white hall, until they came around a corner where all the doors were gray. The third door to the right was open.

 

“This is your room and that is your time splitter.” Wayne motioned with his hands.

 

Mr. Montier walked in and saw a chrome and black reclining chair, with wires and lights everywhere. One side of the chair had two monitors. The entire chair was surrounded by diamond-like rods, three inches in diameter, spaced fifteen inches apart, that went from the floor to the ceiling. Black discs were randomly running up and down the rods.

 

Wayne walked over to the time splitter. “Your time splitter’s name is Breathtaking, and it is how the magic happens. This beautiful machine is how you will travel back in time.” Wayne began to press some buttons. He stared at a monitor, then pressed some more buttons. “The Breathtaking is fully equipped to sense your temperature and to adjust accordingly. She also makes sure that you have all the nutrients that you need through non-invasive skin injections. And can even give you the appropriate medicine if you fall ill. I know you went through the training course on time travel, but are there any last minute questions before we begin?”

 

“I can’t think of any,” Mr. Montier was eager to get started as his thoughts moved to his beautiful wife.

 

With that answer, Wayne had Mr. Montier sit in his time splitter, and hooked him up to all of the gadgets and sensors. Wayne then left the room and closed the door. After a few minutes, Mr. Montier heard a voice. “Testing 123, testing 123, Mr. Montier, this is Wayne, can you hear me clearly? Do you feel comfortable? Do you have any questions or concerns before we launch?” Mr. Montier answered yes, yes, and no. “Okay, we launch in ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one.”

 

Five years later.

 

Mr. Montier felt great. The Breathless had taken complete care of him, including exercising his muscles and giving him massages. Wayne looked five years older, still wearing a suit and a bold tie, just different colors. After signing more paperwork and going through the reentry process. Mr. Montier met his family in the lobby, greeted with hugs, kisses, and happy tears. He was elated on the outside, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t quite right.

 

The first few days of getting reacquainted with his family and friends were great. After a few weeks, things settled down and normal life started to take over. However, after a few months a feeling that something wasn’t quite right began to take hold.

 

He started staying in his room for days at a time not seeing anyone but his assistant. He didn’t tell anybody what was going on, but he missed being with his wife and desperately wanted to travel back in time again. If he was honest with himself, he really just wanted to live in the past. His depression grew worse, and he separated himself even more from his family and friends.

 

After a few months of this, his family intervened, and persuaded Mr. Montier to see a therapist.

 

“Why do I feel this way?” Mr. Montier repeated the question from the therapist. “I don’t know why I feel this way. I’m not supposed to feel this way. I was supposed to feel happy.”

 

“You’re right. I do feel very disconnected from my family right now.” Mr. Montier became agitated. “They just can’t understand! They don’t even try!”

I know they lost their mother, but they have their spouses to help them get through it. I have no one!” Mr. Montier shouted.

 

“I just want her back. If that means I must live in the past, then so be it.” Mr. Montier said resolutely.

 

“Yes, I am willing to listen to you, and yes, I will take your advice into consideration.” Mr. Montier stopped talking.

 

The therapist paused for a while. He knew he was speaking to a wealthy man who was used to getting what he wanted. He wanted his words to come across clearly and effectively. He knew this could be his last chance to save this man.

“You are stuck, Mr. Montier, stuck in the past. You can’t see how much your kids need you. You can’t see how much your grandkids want to be with you and go fishing with you and for you to be a part of their lives. Your family and friends have talked with me and they’ve given me permission to say some things that I would not normally say. They have told me how much they miss you. That you haven’t really returned from your trip. They’ve told me that you avoid spending time with them and you won’t go to the grandkids’ birthday parties. On the rare occasion when you do go to a family event, you’re not really there.”

 

Mr. Montier was very uncomfortable and fidgeted in his seat, but he did not talk and let the therapist go on.

 

“Mr. Montier, I will put this bluntly. You are not really living. You stopped living when you refused to move on from the past. If you want to live again, you must let go of the past. You will always miss your wife, but don’t let that pain destroy you, instead carry her memory with you as a positive thing. Reconnect with your family and friends. Be a part of their life as much as possible. As you live more in the present, the past can enhance it. But if you live more in the past, the present will be destroyed by it.” The therapist looked at Mr. Montier, with a look that asked if he was ready to take the first step?

 

“I will think about what you said.” Mr. Montier stood up. “I have to admit that what you have said makes a lot of sense.” And with that, Mr. Montier left, and the therapist never saw him again.

 

About a year later, the therapist was reading his news app when he spotted an article with the headline: “Billionaire travels back in time again – to be with his wife.”

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DIY Garlic Bread in Oven

This is THE best Garlic Bread recipe, perfected by true garlic bread lovers. There’s a double dose of garlic, Parmesan cheese, a hint of pepper, and a preferred brand of butter that stands above the rest.

A loaf of homemade garlic bread on a wooden cutting board on a light surface.

“Best garlic bread we have ever had!!! I will never buy a frozen garlic loaf again. So easy too.”

—Jennifer

This Homemade Garlic Bread Recipe is the Only One You’ll Ever Need!

My husband and I often joke that we’re a “garlic bread family.” Although, it’s not really a joke, and if we ever had to write some sort of family mission statement, garlic bread might play a pretty important role in that document.

Had a bad day? We’re gonna cure that with garlic bread. Not sure how to round out this meal? Well, that’s a problem that garlic bread can solve. When in doubt? Garlic bread.

I won’t lie – we often buy frozen versions of multiple persuasions – loaves, Texas toast, breadsticks, knots, etc. But when we have a few extra minutes to make a loaf of this homemade garlic bread?

Oh mama, the garlic bread family is never happier. You can trust this recipe because we’ve been perfecting it for a long time. It’s loved by the adults and the 5-year-old alike.

It has a double oomph of garlic from both fresh garlic and garlic powder, plenty of Parmesan cheese, a bit of pepper, and the most important element: the best butter. After testing this with all kinds of butter, we’ve found one brand that stands above the rest, and we’re sharing the details below.

Why You’ll Love This Recipe for Garlic Bread

  • Perfect for ANY meal. I really can’t think of many meals that can’t be improved with garlic bread. It’s the ideal accompaniment to spaghetti, lasagna, soups, salads and more.
  • Much easier to make than the recipes where you pre-slice the bread part way and then have to spread butter between the slices. Our technique is way faster.
  • It honestly doesn’t take THAT much longer than baking a loaf of store-bought garlic bread.

 

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DIY Garlic Bread Ingredients

  • French bread – this is the ideal bread for this recipe for garlic bread, and we tell you exactly what to look for at the store below, under “Best Bread for Garlic Bread.”
  • butter – We’ve found that salted butter is the best for DIY garlic bread, and Kerrygold brand is, by far, the best choice. It’s a bit more expensive than the store brands, but the higher butterfat content that gives it a creamy texture and makes it super soft and spreadable at room temperature makes it worth it. Use unsalted butter with a pinch of kosher salt if you absolutely have to, but I can’t stress enough that salted butter is really the way to go here.
  • garlic – fresh garlic provides the bold, aromatic flavor for the best garlic bread recipe. Garlic in a jar or a tube cannot compete here. Fresh is best! Use a garlic press if you have it, but mincing it up with a knife is also great.
  • garlic powder – this boosts the garlic flavor and ensures that every single nook and cranny of the bread has garlic taste.
  • Parmesan cheese – this adds a layer of savory, nutty flavor and creates a slight crispy topping.
  • parsley – we like how fresh parsley adds a pop of color and freshness that balances the richness of the butter. But, if you don’t have fresh parsley on hand, see below under “Best Garlic Bread Recipe Variations” for some more options. Or, just skip the herb situation altogether. We won’t tell anyone.
  • ground black pepper – not an ingredient in every homemade garlic bread recipe, but it’s in ours because we like the subtle heat it adds.

Best Bread for Garlic Bread

The best bread for this garlic bread recipe is a full loaf of French bread. It’s NOT baguette (which is also, well, French bread), and the subtle difference is surprisingly hard to get right when you order groceries online.

Here in the Midwest, if you’re shopping at Meijer, you’re looking for a loaf at the in-store bakery (“fresh from Meijer”) that is labeled “French Bread (Traditional Style French Bread).”

It’s a one pound (16 ounce) loaf and it’s not as long and skinny as a baguette. It’s shorter, thicker and much softer. It has a more even crumb throughout the bread, unlike the large holes that form inside a baguette. It has a golden brown exterior, but it’s not super crispy. It should be soft when you press it.

How to Make Homemade Garlic Bread

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1. MASH. Use a fork to mash together the garlic, softened butter, cheese, parsley, garlic powder and pepper in a small bowl until everything is well combined.

Homemade garlic bread on a rimmed baking pan, before baking.

2. SPREAD. Cut the bread loaf in half lengthwise and place it on a rimmed baking sheet. Spread the garlic butter mixture evenly over both halves of the bread.

Garlic bread in oven on a rimmed baking pan, after baking.

3. BAKE. Transfer to a preheated oven and bake until golden brown.

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4. CUT. Remove the bread from the oven, transfer it to a cutting board, and cut it crosswise into slices.

How Long to Bake Garlic Bread in Oven

In a 400 degree oven, this best garlic bread recipe should take about 12 to 15 minutes. You want to be sure the edges are nice and golden brown, and the butter has fully melted into the bread.

If you prefer extra crispy bread, you can broil it for an additional 1 to 2 minutes at the end, but my family prefers bread that is nice and soft and buttery.

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Best Garlic Bread Recipe Variations

  • CHIVES – Instead of fresh parsley, use finely chopped fresh chives for a subtle onion flavor.
  • DRIED HERBS – If you don’t have fresh herbs on hand, you can use half the amount of dried parsley or dried Italian seasoning (which includes oregano and rosemary for extra flavor).
  • EXTRA CHEESY – Sprinkle shredded mozzarella over the bread before baking for a decadent twist.
  • SPICY – Add a sprinkle of red pepper flakes to the butter mixture for a bit of heat.

Home Chef Tips

  • You can prepare the garlic butter spread up to 3 days in advance. Store it in an airtight container in the fridge or wrap it in plastic wrap and aluminum foil and store in the freezer up to 3 months.
  • Take care to really spread the butter from edge to edge over the bread. Or, as one of my culinary school instructors would say, “crust to crust is a must!”
  • Use a serrated knife when cutting the bread for clean, even slices.
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Homemade Garlic Bread Recipe FAQs

A loaf of a homemade garlic bread recipe on a wooden cutting board on a light surface.
A loaf of homemade garlic bread on a wooden cutting board on a light surface.

Recipe for Garlic Bread

This is THE best Garlic Bread recipe, perfected by true garlic bread lovers. There’s a double dose of garlic, Parmesan cheese, a hint of pepper, and a preferred brand of butter that stands above the rest.
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Ingredients

  • 2 garlic cloves grated
  • 1 stick salted butter at room temperature (8 tablespoons)(Kerrygold brand preferred)
  • cup grated Parmesan cheese
  • 1 tablespoon very finely chopped fresh parsley
  • ½ teaspoon garlic powder
  • ¼ teaspoon ground black pepper
  • 1 loaf French bread (1 pound)

Instructions

  • Preheat oven to 400 degrees F.
  • In medium bowl, mash together garlic, butter, cheese, parsley, garlic powder and pepper until well combined.
  • Cut bread loaf in half lengthwise and place halves cut side up on rimmed baking pan. Spread butter mixture evenly over cut sides of bread.
  • Transfer to oven and bake 12 to 15 minutes or until golden brown.
  • Remove from oven and cut crosswise into slices.

Notes

    • Instead of fresh parsley, use finely chopped fresh chives for a subtle onion flavor.
  • If you don’t have fresh herbs on hand, you can use half the amount of dried parsley or dried Italian seasoning.

Julius Caesar Buried His Army Alive – Then Did THIS | Siege of Alesia | 52 BC

This was a library of unfinished stories, forgotten dreams, and kindly abandoned ideas

My first sandwich was made by my girlfriend; “Mary” when I was three years old. She was maybe one year older. I think she might have been five, when I was four.

She used to sneak me into her house, and she would hide me in her bedroom, and make me a ketchup sandwich. Yupper. I was in awe. This little girl knew how to cook!

So She kept me happy, fed and we would romp about in her bedroom on her bed. I guess looking back at that time, I was quite the stud, eh?

Funny.

Today…

Poison Dart Frogs Killer

Believe Us Media is spreading another Skripal affair like story to again tell its audience to hate Russia (archived):

Aleksei A. Navalny, the Russian opposition leader who died in prison two years ago, was most likely poisoned by a toxin found in a South American frog, the Foreign Ministries of Britain, France, Germany, Sweden and the Netherlands said on Saturday in a joint statement.

Samples taken from Mr. Navalny’s body showed the presence of a toxic substance, epibatidine, the statement said.

“Epibatidine is a toxin found in poison dart frogs in South America. It is not found naturally in Russia,” the statement said.

Well informed sources contacted Moon of Alabama to provide it with an exclusive picture of the FSB killer suspected of committing the crime.

 


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🐱【Chongqing: Hundreds of Rescued Stray Cats “Work” at New Cat-Themed Park】

Jan 13th, 2026 – At Chongqing’s Firefly Harbor Cat Theme Park, rescued stray cats frolic and interact with visitors, quickly making the newly opened 30,000-square-meter venue a top local check-in spot.

Hundreds of once-abandoned or injured cats “take up posts” here, “earning” cat treats through interactions. The park centers on stray cat rescue, providing professional medical care and vaccinations before opening the cats up to visitor engagement. Blending public adoption with cultural tourism, it operates as an open adoption platform, achieving self-sustainability through regulated operations to support the cats.

How to Dress Well Over 50: Style Tips for Older Men

At one time, a man’s age earned him respect. Nowadays, society isn’t kind to men over 50, whether it’s in the workforce or the dating game. One of the biggest tellers of a man’s age isn’t even in his skin or hair – it’s often down to his choice of older men’s clothing items.

But, exceptions are made for dignified older gentlemen who dress well for their age.

In today’s article, I’m sharing with you five style tips on how a man over 50 should dress if he wants to look sharp and impress without wearing old men’s clothes. You will understand:

Older Man Clothing Tip #1: Don’t Dress Like A Young Man

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I see this in a lot of guys getting out of the military. They enlisted when they were 18 and find themselves still wearing the same clothes several decades later.

A classic mistake is you try to correct this by reading fashion blogs or magazines for advice. Be very careful because a lot of tips are aimed towards a younger, fashion-forward crowd.

Their styles play on youthful looks. I’m talking about undone shirt buttons, ripped jeans and so on. These might look cool on 22-year-old male models but don’t wear well on an older man. Ruffled hair and an untucked shirt will make you look like you’ve been woken up by a fire alarm.

However, that doesn’t mean you should go out and invest in a wardrobe full of old men’s clothes! No man needs to wear sweatpants and a sweater vest, regardless of age!

So how should a man over 50 dress? Is it time to switch to high-rise sweatpants and orthopedic loafers? No. But you shouldn’t be sporting ripped jeans with the cuffs rolled up to show off your ankle tattoo, either.

Older Man Clothing Tip #2: Find Brands That Suit You

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Don’t be afraid to change brand loyalties as you age, especially once you hit the point where your body is changing in size and posture. Clothing that fits well when you were younger may stop working as you age.

Do you have a couple of quality, reliable go-to brands for wardrobe basics like dress shirts and slacks? If not, swing by an upper-end menswear store and ask for some recommendations. Learn from the experienced staff. How have they adapted their own sense of style over the years?

Try on the same item of clothing (a dress shirt, for example) in a few different brands and see which ones work for you. What suits your body best? You don’t have to actually buy anything, just find quality men’s clothing brands that work well for you.

It’s not just about following trends; it’s about selecting brands that offer quality, age-appropriate styles, and a great fit. Opt for labels that understand the nuances of mature fashion, providing timeless pieces that exude confidence.

Embrace classic designs and prioritize comfort without sacrificing style. Look for brands that prioritize durability and craftsmanship, ensuring your wardrobe reflects the seasoned elegance that comes with age.

When it’s time to replace something in your wardrobe, you now know exactly where to go.

Older Man Clothing Tip #3: Be Aware of Societal Expectations

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If you let them, people will treat you like you’re ‘over the hill’. Prove them wrong.

A hard truth in life you have probably discovered for yourself is people do judge a book by its cover. People have preconceived notions of how a man over 50 should dress and what ‘older men’s clothing’ means.

Whether you’re in the dating game or looking for a promotion at work, these stereotypes can negatively affect your life and force you towards wearing old men’s clothes that make you look plain and stuffy.

The good news? If you understand what makes an older man attractive you can dress to control how people perceive you. Use stereotypes to your advantage!

Imagine this: If you don’t take care of your appearance, it’s easy for an older man with gray hair to look like a ‘senior citizen’. As far as the world is concerned you are shuffling along to the early bird special at Denny’s…forgotten and inconsequential.

On the other hand, look sharp with great clothing and the same gray hairs make women think of leadership, wisdom and maturity.

Think about Hugh Hefner in his old age – he makes sure to wear clothes that demand respect, and everyone from journalists to the Playboy Bunnies buy into it.

Older Man Clothing Tip #4: Own the Latest Technology

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This falls under the category of old man’s clothing accessories… but it’s still important. Make sure you’ve got a good smartphone, observe basic phone etiquette and let people see you using it with confidence.

Other small consumer electronics like tablets are a great choice too. The point is to make sure people notice you access and competently use the digital world in the same way younger men do.

This visually signals to younger men (and women) you’re a part of the same community. It also makes clear you aren’t lacking in technology skills which are critical to today’s working world.

You don’t even really have to use these devices much in most cases. Unless you’re applying for a social media job or a similar position, just having an up-to-date phone is enough to convince people you’re still with the times. Whether you’re actually checking Twitter every five minutes or not doesn’t matter, so long as people know you could if you wanted to.

While staying technologically current is essential, older men should view gadgets as tools, not status symbols. Embrace the latest tech for its functional benefits rather than showcasing it for validation.

Invest in devices that enhance efficiency and connectivity, contributing to a modern lifestyle without overshadowing personal substance. Striking a balance ensures relevance without succumbing to superficial trends, allowing mature individuals to navigate the digital landscape with authenticity and purpose.

BONUS Older Man Clothing Tip: How To Dress Over 50 – Experiment With Classics

To avoid looking stuffy, you want to develop your own personal style of older men’s clothing habits. That means adding some unusual elements and experimenting a little. The trick is to do it like an elegant older gentleman.

When young men want to stand out they generally turn to counter-culture symbols: long or spiked hairstyles, tattoos, ripped clothing and so on.

For older men, look toward classic but underused style elements instead.

Throw on a fedora or a Panama straw hat, swap a polo for a Guayabera, wear a light plaid suit as social wear on the weekends – clothing that nods toward classic mens’ style…but you don’t see men wearing these days.

There’s a fine line to walk between old-school elegance and looking plain old-fashioned. If you’re careful with your choices though and opt for subtle touches then it’s clear your look is a deliberate style rather than a wardrobe that hasn’t changed in 50 years. You can stand out in the crowd without looking like you’re trying to disguise your age.

Embrace sophistication through well-tailored suits, quality fabrics, and muted palettes, transcending fleeting fashion fads. Update wardrobes with modern interpretations of traditional pieces, incorporating contemporary cuts and subtle details.

The goal is an ageless, refined look that exudes confidence without relying on outdated stereotypes. By blending the best of both worlds, older men can cultivate a distinguished wardrobe that stands the test of time while staying effortlessly stylish and relevant in the ever-evolving realm of men’s fashion.

 

Col 29 – 541 Sir Whiskerton and the Case of the Seam That Sings

A Tale of Minor Keys, Unfinished Tales, and the Comfort in Between

Ah, dear reader. You may recall the seam in the barn wall—the one that sighed with a C-major welcome and led to the corridors of quiet wonder. That seam, it seems, had a sister. A quieter sibling. A seam that didn’t announce itself with the warmth of sunlight, but with the gentle, thoughtful melancholy of twilight. This is the story of that seam, and the lonely, beautiful place it guarded.


Life on the farm had settled back into its comfortable rhythm after the adventure of the Noclipped Nap. The blue sheep grazed in the lavender, their glow a calming nightlight for the barn. Ditto, however, found his ears twitching toward the familiar wall more often. He’d press his small head against the wood, listening. Usually, there was just the deep, warm hum of the place he now thought of as the Welcome Hall.

But one afternoon, as a soft rain pattered on the roof and the world was painted in shades of grey and green, he heard something new.

It was a hum, yes. But where the first seam’s song was a comforting C-major chord—solid, resolved, like a hug—this one was different. It was in C-minor. It carried a note of gentle longing, a beautiful, unfinished sadness that resonated in Ditto’s small chest. It wasn’t frightening. It was… lonely. And for a creature whose whole existence was based on connection and echo, loneliness was a feeling he understood all too well.

He didn’t call for Sir Whiskerton. This felt like a secret meant for him. Gathering his courage, the little kitten placed a paw on the wall where the minor-key hum was strongest. The wood yielded as softly as a whispered secret, and a new seam opened—this one edged in the faint, silvery light of a hidden moon.

Ditto stepped through.

He did not emerge into the barn, nor into the sunny Welcome Hall. He found himself in a vast, impossibly quiet library.

But it was unlike any library you or I have seen. The shelves were not made of oak but of a wood that seemed to breathe, their grains shifting like slow rivers. They stretched into a soft, misty distance. And they were filled not with books, but with… possibilities.

He padded closer. On one shelf, a crystal vial swirled with the mist of a story that had never found its ending—a pirate’s tale that stopped at “and then the storm…”. On another, a small, felt hat sat forlornly, waiting for the head of a character who had never been drawn. There were half-written letters in unfamiliar scripts, single musical notes that hung in the air but refused to find a melody, and the faint, ghostly scent of pies that had never been baked.

This was a library of unfinished stories, forgotten dreams, and kindly abandoned ideas.

And it was alive. When Ditto turned his back, he’d hear the softest rustle, like pages turning in a dream. He’d spin around to see that the shelves had quietly, politely rearranged themselves. The pirate’s storm vial now sat beside a lonely knight’s gauntlet. The felt hat was perched atop a stack of blank parchment. It wasn’t chaos; it was a slow, endless attempt at matching. A quiet, desperate hope that these lost things might find their missing halves if they were just placed in the right company.

The profound, gentle melancholy of the place settled over Ditto. He wasn’t scared. He was… seen. This was a place for echoes that never found a source, for questions that hung in the air. He, who repeated everything, felt a kinship with these things that had never been completed.

It was then he saw it. On the floor, in the aisle between the Breathing Shelves and a stack of Unpainted Portraits, lay a single, perfect blue button.

It was not lost. It was placed. It sat in a tiny pool of silvery light from a window that wasn’t there, waiting.

The moral of our story, dear reader, begins here: There is a profound belonging to be found not only in completion, but in the state of ‘in-between.’ The unfinished, the lost, the lonely—they, too, have a sanctuary. And sometimes, tenderness is simply recognizing a thing that is waiting, and acknowledging it.

Ditto approached the button. He didn’t pick it up. He knew, in the way one knows things in such liminal places, that it wasn’t his to take. It belonged here, in this quiet museum of almost-was. It was a marker. A sign that said, “Something was meant to be here. It didn’t arrive. But its space is honored.”

He sat before it, tucking his paws underneath him. He listened to the hum of the place, the C-minor song of beautiful, unfinished things. He didn’t echo it. He just… kept it company.

He didn’t know how long he sat there. Time, in the library, was as unfinished as the stories. But eventually, he felt a familiar, grounding presence. He turned.

Sir Whiskerton stood at the end of the aisle, having found the new, minor-key seam. He wasn’t alarmed. He observed the shifting shelves, the crystalline stories, the lonely artifacts with an expression of deep, quiet reverence. His gaze finally landed on Ditto, sitting sentinel before the blue button.

He walked over, his footsteps silent on the floor that felt like settled dust. He sat beside Ditto, their shoulders touching.

“You found the quieter layer,” Sir Whiskerton said, his voice softer than the rustle of the shelves. “The Annex of Almost.”

“Almost,” Ditto echoed, the word feeling right at home here.

Sir Whiskerton looked at the button, then at the shelves endlessly rearranging in hope. “They’re not lost, you know. They’re… resting. Some stories aren’t meant to be finished. Some buttons are never sewn on. Their beauty is in their potential. In the ‘what could have been.’ It is a different kind of truth.”

He looked down at Ditto. “And you kept it company. You didn’t try to fix it, or finish it. You just sat with its quietness. That, little one, is a rare and gentle magic.”

Together, they sat in the humming, minor-key silence, honoring the unfinished. After a time that felt both endless and a single breath, Sir Whiskerton rose. “The rain has stopped. The barn will be wondering where its echo has gone.”

Ditto stood. He gave one last look to the blue button, a silent promise to remember. Then, he followed Sir Whiskerton back through the silvery seam.

A Happy Ending

Back in the barn, the world was sharp and clear and complete—the smell of rain on dry earth, the sound of Gertrude’s definitive honk, the solid feel of hay underfoot. But Ditto carried the quiet library with him.

He began to notice the farm’s own “almosts” and treated them with new reverence. He’d sit by Chef Remy’s “Almost-Perfect Soufflé” (which had collapsed) as if it were a fallen hero. He’d pause by a spiderweb torn by the wind, admiring its beautiful, unfinished lace.

He’d even occasionally lead a lost and lonely item—a single mismatched sock from the Disneyland of Debris, a dull pencil stub—to a quiet, respectful spot in the barn, as if giving it a place in his own, personal Annex of Almost.

Sir Whiskerton watched this new, gentle habit with immense pride. The farm, he realized, wasn’t just a place of solved mysteries and happy endings. It was also a sanctuary for the incomplete, the yearning, the things in C-minor. And in Ditto, it had found its gentlest custodian.

And so, dear reader, we leave our farm with a deeper, quieter kind of magic. A knowing that behind the hum of everyday life, there is another hum—a minor-key song for all the beautiful, unfinished things. And in that song, too, there is a perfect, waiting kind of belonging.

The End.

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Liver Casserole

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Ingredients

  • 1/2 pound liver
  • All-purpose flour
  • 1 can cream of mushroom soup
  • 1/2 soup can milk or water
  • 1 can French fried onion rings

Instructions

  1. Cut liver into 1 1/2 x 2 inch strips. Flour, season and brown.
  2. Mix remaining ingredients and place in a casserole.
  3. Place liver on top.
  4. Bake uncovered at 350 degrees F for 1 hour or more.

Solitary

Written in response to: Center your story around a person who believes they’re the last human on Earth.

Melissa Taylor

Contemporary Drama Science Fiction

 

I don’t know how to survive. Nor do I know what to do about the mass destruction and fires burning. I just kind of hope they’ll go out eventually. Luckily, they’re not closer to me, the smoke filling the air is intense enough. But what’s really getting to me is the insurmountable grief stinging my chest at having lost everyone all at once.I still don’t have answers. It almost feels like a worldwide prank, aimed directly at me, and I feel like a laughingstock. At least the dogs are still here with me, otherwise, I doubt I’d wake up in the mornings at all. To be honest, most days I hope that I won’t. That whatever took them all will come back and take me too.I’m barely scraping by. The power grid was wiped out, all the perishable food went bad within the first couple of days. And I’d kill for a burger from In ‘n Out right now. I can’t even doomscroll on Reddit. I’ve picked up old childhood hobbies like bouncing a ball off my wall and tile and catching it to pass the time.This morning, I thought I heard Daniel frying bacon in the kitchen. I swear I could even smell it. My stomach felt like it was eating itself at the promise of savory flavors. I imagined I’d get up and shuffle my way into the kitchen to make us coffee. Decked out in fuzzy slippers and a cozy pink robe.It was a dream, and this is a nightmare.When I woke up, my pillow was covered in slobber from the sadistic fantasy of eating a real breakfast. I know better. All the food went bad in the fridge and freezer. I haven’t even dealt with it all yet. The smell in the house is putrid, but I get used to it after being in here for a bit.I searched everywhere the first two days. I didn’t understand, and I still don’t. Not really. All I know is that either I’ve gone insane and am living in a fake, fucked up reality, or everyone else is inexplicably gone. I can’t say which would be worse. It doesn’t really matter. Either way, I’m alone.Today I’m using the little fuel I have left to take a trip to REI and Costco. I figure the freeze-dried food at REI may not taste great, but it’s probably better than canned beans and olives for the fifth night in a row. And Costco, well I’ll just grab whatever I can fit into the back of the car. They have everything.I guess once I run out of gas, I can borrow neighbors’ cars until they run out, too. I curse myself again for not living in a walkable city.It’s very weird, being alone. I’m still practicing social norms. It’s not natural to me to commit petty crime. I’m still trying to be considerate of people who aren’t here and not steal all their stuff or move uninvited into their houses. I don’t even let the dogs bark at night. When I broke into Safeway, I felt so guilty. I’d run out of toilet paper. And don’t even ask me about the toilet situation. It is dire.Anyway, this house is my home. It’s where all of my good memories live. I still whisper prayers at night to return Daniel home or to send me to him, wherever he is.

It’s funny, but I didn’t break down properly until I realized I’d never get a manicure again. It was such a small thing. But it struck me hard and fast, like a bullet train. Or maybe just like a bullet. Before that, I’d felt numb and dumbstruck. I was sleeping through most days, believing maybe everything would reset. I’d set food and water out for the boys, but they’d mostly lay at my side, only ever leaving to snack or let themselves in and out through the dog door.

Now, we’re working on getting a new routine. One that exists in this little world, all our own. I smell like shit and the dogs love it. I don’t know how to get fresh water without it running straight through my pipes. So, I grab a baby wipe from under the sink and take a hobo shower. Making sure to focus on the most odorously offensive areas. I’m saving the jugs of water for drinking. It’s too precious to use otherwise. It’s what keeps us alive. It’s interesting, because I do kind of want to die, but I’m not interested in aiding in the process. My instincts to survive remain stubbornly and wholly intact.

A baby on the ovulation strip box stares up at me accusingly from under the bathroom sink as I “wash” my pits. I can’t bear looking at its fat cheeks and happy little grin. I chuck the whole box into the trash, but almost immediately pull it back out of the bin. Do I dare to hope?

Before I can think too much about it, I slide open the cardboard siding and touch the pink, crinkly wrapping of the singular pregnancy test included. The word hope thumps along in my head to the rhythm of my heart. Hope for what? I think. Am I truly hoping to bring a new life into this world? In spite of myself I know the answer is an undeniable yes. Yes I am.

Maybe I’ll have a part of Daniel with me after all. Opening the sliding glass door to the backyard, I step outside into the chilly air and squat down to pee on the stick. A flash of embarrassment creeps through me, heating all of my cheeks. Self-consciousness plagues my every action, even with no witnesses. It’s ridiculous enough to make me laugh.

Then I place the cap back on the stick and I wait. The time spent waiting on the result feels like hours. I stare off into space for a while, thinking about my family and friends. Katie’s birthday would’ve been tomorrow. I don’t particularly like Katie, but still. I’d give almost anything to see her face now.

I jolt at the sound of the dogs barking inside the house. How much time has passed? ‘Boys!’ I yell. ‘Quiet!’ But they continue on, their piercing barks working on my nerves. And then I realize, there’s someone at the door. A confounding concoction of fear and excitement races through my blood. Who on Earth could be knocking at the door? It almost doesn’t matter. There’s someone here! Before heading back inside, I chance a glance at the small plastic stick. It disappointingly, but not surprisingly reads ‘negative’ in a plain black font. Optimism floods the air anyway. There is someone here.

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New Female VP Fired Me, Then Demanded My Logistics System. My Response: Not Today

22 Little Known Men’s Traits That Attract Women

If you Google attracting women

It’s full of:

  • what to wear…
  • muscles to build…
  • pick up lines to use…

While physical attraction is important for first impressions…

a HUGE key component is missing.

So what does it take?

Attracting women is a little more complex…

attractive smiling couple

You have to stimulate their mind.

Make them FEEL a certain way.

Combine a strong first impression physically & emotionally…

and you might have a chance to win her over.

FYI – all of this will backfire if you’re approaching them for the sole purpose of seduction.

The motive behind your behavior is just as important as the actual behavior.

The most attractive way to make them feel something is with confidence, authenticity, and integrity.

This article is going to cover some subtle signals that will help you (physically and emotionally) become more attractive.

Attractive Man Trait 1. Wear Red

man wearing red attracts women

Red is a powerful color. It’s been used as a status symbol for men since Roman times. It’s also more sexually appealing than other colors.

In fact, this is a cross-cultural kind of thing. A study was made in 2010 involving women from different countries – Germany, England, China and the US. They were asked to rate the attractiveness of different men’s faces that were photographed in black and white.

Two variables were digitally altered per picture: (1) the color of the background and (2) the color of the t-shirt.

The results?

The ladies found a guy more attractive whenever there was a red background/shirt than whenever there was neither.

So believe it or not, red does increase your marketability. Wear it the right way (just one piece – even just a pocket square) and you can amp up your style and your game.

Attractive Man Trait 2. Look More Mature

mature looking man

If you’re worried about looking older – here’s a reality check. Psychologists have studied about young adult women who are financially independent and as it turns out… old is gold.

Those ladies fall prey to what’s known as the “George Clooney Effect.” Fhionna Moore of the University of Dundee explains this further, saying self-sufficient women are drawn to maturity. Remember our biology  – women have menopause while men are fertile for much longer.

They like a man who looks “experienced” with life. They think he’ll make a good provider – but it’s not that they’re being needy. They see him as someone who’s not going to fool around. A guy who’s wise and ready for commitment.

If you learn the ways of an older gentleman, you’ll realize that “old” here doesn’t mean dull or boring – but classy.

Attractive Man Trait 3. Don’t Buy Generics Or Counterfeits

guy choosing counterfeit watches to buy

When you buy a counterfeit it sends the message that you settle for second best.

It also shows that you care more about people’s opinion of you than your perception of yourself.

Think about it. If you’re wearing a fake Gucci suit and it’s noticeable – it sends the message that you care more about people thinking you own the real thing.   You’re worried more about your status than about being your true authentic self.

At the end of the day, it comes down to one thing: Confidence in yourself. A man who is authentic won’t try and portray someone he isn’t. He’ll buy what he can afford, and own it.

If he isn’t where he wants to be in life he’ll own that too. At the end of the day, he’ll be more attractive because he isn’t fake.

Attractive Man Trait 4. Dress Like A Dandy

man dressed like a dandy attracts women

The art of dandyism dates back to the 18th century. Famous men like George Bryan “Beau” Brummell were known to live and breathe it – taking as much as 5 hours a day just to dress perfectly!

You won’t spend that much time on your style… but you’ll want to apply the principles. These days it’s less about over-the-top dressing and more about expressing yourself.

A modern dandy’s clothes are tailored amazingly well. He minimizes ornaments. The color, texture and all the small details are carefully picked out. He’s quite artistic – and that’s why he outshines other well-dressed men.

Who are the dandy guys of today? You’ll find many on Instagram and some of them going viral on newsfeeds. Take inspiration from them – there’s a reason they have loads of followers.

Attractive Man Trait 5. Own Your Oddness

man with odd eye look

As handsome as you are, you should also embrace your odd features. Our society considers them “imperfections” but really… who doesn’t have them? What IS perfect in this world?

So learn to see what’s odd about you and harness it in a way that works. Maybe your hair is a little weird – why not grow it out and explore a different style? Or if you need eyeglasses – why not try fun glasses? Or if you’re naturally thin – how about skinny clothes?

Whatever your imperfection is – gap between teeth, big eyebrows etc. – own it. People are used to seeing things so close to perfect that nothing seems genuine anymore. Odd makes you look more human. That’s your appeal.

Attractive Man Trait 6. Eat “Tanning” Food

tanned food

If you’re the type who likes to spray tan or spend hours under the sun… here’s a better alternative. Switch up your diet to food that’s rich in carotenoids. You know what they say – you are what you eat.

Carotenoids are compounds which give your skin a natural glowing tan through regular intake. Some great sources include:

  • Butternut Squash
  • Cantaloupe Melon
  • Carrots
  • Dark Leafy Greens
  • Dried Apricots
  • Sweet Potato
  • Sweet Red Peppers

A study that came out in The Quarterly Journal of Experimental Psychology showed that 86% of people found a carotenoid tan more attractive than a pale face.

It also compared faces that had both carotenoid tan and sun tan versions – and more preferred the carotenoid type. So high-carotenoid foods aren’t just good for your health. They’re great for your skin.

Attractive Man Trait 7. Forearms and Vascularity

Men's Rolled Sleeve attract women

This one might surprise you.

One thing that signals leanness is a pair of toned arms that show off some veins. Those lines indicate less fat and more muscle. If yours are visible – you’re physically on the right track.

Most guys at the gym want to get buff – but it’s not what gets the ladies. The real determining factor is leanness.

Being lean is about a low percentage of body fat – ideally at 12%. It’s most attractive to women according to a study in the Proceedings of the Royal Society of Biological Sciences.

The women in the study rated young men of all body sizes and the results were clear. Low body fat – not masculine features – was linked to high levels of attractiveness, testosterone, and strong immune systems. Lean was more impressive than bulky.

Attractive Man Trait 8. Sleep Well

Your goal is to get eight hours of shut-eye a day. How can your body recharge and repair itself if you stay awake? And don’t think lack of sleep is just a brain issue – it’s also unattractive.

A study was performed at the Karolinska Institutet in Sweden where people judged human faces based on two different photos. The subject was either sleep-deprived or well-rested (but the observers didn’t know this).

The findings were consistent – sleep-deprived faces appeared less attractive AND less healthy. Red eyes were also seen as major turn-offs. So you better rest up. There’s a reason we call it beauty sleep.

Attractive Man Trait 9. Be Mindful

Outside of the physical components – attracting women comes down to sparking an emotional response.

For men – it’s simple. If we’re attracted to a woman, we pursue a physical relationship. If we feel respected we pursue an emotional relationship.

For women – attraction more than just physical. Their mind needs to be attracted to your mind (AKA you have to win them over emotionally).

A study was made in Australia on factors that predict initial romantic attraction. University students participated in a speed-dating session where ultimately, the women were more attracted to men with a greater mindful disposition. Looks weren’t as big of a factor.

So what exactly does this mean? It’s all about your ability to pay attention, be insightful and engage with women well. It’s how you take the wheel and steer the conversation so that it never gets boring or awkward. That’s how the ladies will enjoy your company.

Attractive Man Trait 10. Make Fun Of Yourself

Making women laugh is an important thing. But did you know that self-deprecating humor actually works? Evidently yes – that’s the appeal of Hugh Grant.

Researchers discuss this kind of humor in the article “Dissing Oneself: The Sexual Attractiveness of Self-Deprecating Humor.” They say it makes a man more desirable – as it exposes his flaws and spins them in a positive way. Remember how we should own our imperfections? That’s the correlation.

Having a good sense of humor about yourself is how you make women see you differently. They’ll laugh, feel more comfortable and less pressured to look or act a certain way.

And when they realize that – eureka! You’re the guy who can make a relationship fun and less “prim and proper.” You’re somebody they can be themselves around. That makes you a great catch.

Attractive Man Trait 11. The Little Things

I thought wearing a baseball cap backward was sloppy and best left to frat bros. It seems I might be in the minority though. While I was doing my research, I saw women say they really like a man who does this. Maybe women like the relaxed, devil-may-care look a backward baseball cap can give you.

How about rolling up your sleeves? You might think this is practical when you’re doing dirty work or chores but this is apparently a very popular look women love to see on their man.

It’s not hard to see why women mentioned this. You’re showing some skin, they can see the veins in your arms while you do your thing, it’s a good look.

“BACKWARDS BALL CAPS! Any time a man slides that bill to the back, he instantly gets hotter!” – jedicajohnsonjblove

Attractive Man Trait 12. Putting On A Tie…Then Undoing It

high quality ties are attractive, demonstrated by a man adjusting his smart outfit

However you look at it, women seem to love seeing a man wearing a tie. The humble necktie can instantly pull together a smart-casual outfit and make a suit look sexier.

Going black tie? Wearing a bowtie undone might seem like a cliché to you and me, but it still seems to work wonders on women. You still look smart but it makes you more approachable and relaxed, you’re in your element.

“An untied bow tie. That floors me.” – ElineK

Attractive Man Trait 13. Wearing Boots

chelsea boots is a stylish accessory for men

After doing this research, I recommend each one of you pick up a pair of boots. GQ asked 200 women what the most attractive shoes men could wear for a first date would be and 77% said boots.

This makes sense to me. You’re associating yourself with the tough-as-nails workers and cowboys of legend who created the modern world over the last two centuries. You might not be a tough man hard at work every day but it couldn’t hurt to look like you’re ready to fell a tree at a moment’s notice.

Attractive Man Trait 14. Leveraging The Power Of Accessories

attractive guys wear accessories

Gentlemen, if you’re not wearing a belt and watch you need to get on it because women will notice. They instantly improve any outfit. Get into the habit of putting a belt and watch on first thing in the morning as part of your daily routine. Before you know it, you won’t even realize you’re doing it.

If you wear contact lenses, try a pair of glasses. The women have spoken and I’m 100% with them because the science backs it up. The human eye loves symmetry, and that’s what glasses give you. They make you objectively better-looking.

“Ooh, when a man wears glasses. Yas mama!” – sarahas1516

Simply put, ladies love a well-put-together man.

Attractive Man Trait 15. Controlling Your Car

man taking care of his car is attractive to ladies

Another quality you might need to be a woman to fully understand! Driving your car with one hand or just two fingers on the steering wheel was mentioned as something women love to see their men do. Also, driving with one elbow resting on your open window. Handling a car with ease gives you a relaxed presence women want to be around.

Lastly, parallel parking will impress your guy friends but is also a great trick you should be showing off to the women in your life.

Ultimately, what these come down to is showing you are in control of the vehicle. Whoever is with you in the car can feel safe.

“When my husband smoothly pulls our truck into a tight spot…Oooooooooooh.”

– daschap

Attractive Man Trait 16. Proving You’re Thinking Of Her

woman and man in love

Here’s another thing you can do without even leaving the car: reverse with your hand on her headrest. You’re reminding the woman you have in the passenger seat she is on your mind.

Even small gestures like putting your hand on the small of your wife’s back or giving her the ‘soft eyes’ across a table in a restaurant will mean the world. It just lets her know you’re thinking of her.

As one woman put it, “I’ll catch my boyfriend looking at me with that softer look, and I’ll say, teasingly, ‘You’re staring!’ and he’ll say, ‘Gazing!’ and look away.”

Attractive Man Trait 17. Showing Off Your Brainpower

Man reading at desk

Next up, women love a guy who’s smart but without coming off as arrogant.

How do you show you’re intelligent without bragging about it? It doesn’t have to be complicated, even holding or reading a book in public increases your attractiveness.

Did you know there’s an entire Instagram account dedicated to good-looking guys reading books on the subway? Just saying…

Attractive Man Trait 18. Caring For Yourself And Others

guy cooking healthy food

“I LOVE watching my boyfriend cook,” one woman wrote in a Reddit thread. Women love it when a guy shows he can sustain himself and others. A home-cooked meal made from scratch, served in an organized and clean house, is indisputable evidence. After all, how many women want to date a man who’s actually looking for a free cook/cleaner?

Of course, the guys who get guaranteed full credit are the men who are good with kids. It should be no surprise a woman’s maternal instincts makes her more interested in someone who can take care of children, even if the relationship is just beginning.

Attractive Man Trait 19. Wearing A Well-Fitted Shirt

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Think about it, guys love when a woman wears a form-fitting dress. This is the equivalent for men.

If you have an athletic, V-shaped build, a tight t-shirt is perfect. Black or white is best, women say. Those of you who are larger or with a pear-shaped body, opt for a casual button-down shirt. Go here for a complete guide to men’s body shapes and what fits best.

“A good muscular packed chest that looks amazing under a shirt.” – luvcrgirl

Attractive Man Trait 20. Running Your Fingers Through Your Hair

A man posing confidently against a light blue wall with his arms raised behind his head, showcasing a relaxed and casual stance in a white tank top.

In one thread I saw, a user wrote about when men “run their fingers through their hair. Especially when they’re doing it subconsciously, like while thinking”.

I think this shows the value in seeing what women themselves really think. Sometimes it really can be the things you or I wouldn’t think twice about that drive a woman crazy. You probably do this at least once a day without even realizing it.

This research was really interesting for me. Some of these only take a second to actually do but it’s the thought and attention to detail that count, which clearly comes out in the findings here.

Looking relaxed and approachable while still being strong and in control seems to be what unites all of these. That said, some of these (I’m looking at you, backward baseball cap!) were really unexpected and I had a lot of fun putting together this list and video.

Attractive Man Trait 21. Stay In Touch

woman texting on the phone

In today’s fast-paced society, showing someone you’re thinking of them with a Facebook message or text is a great way to increase your attractiveness. Relationship coaching expert Corey Lane writes that texting helps facilitate and underscore the mystery of romance for women.

Follow these simple guidelines and you will have a great chance of increasing your attractiveness with texting:

  • Keep it short – long messages can be overwhelming.
  • Think before you message – letters on a screen can be misinterpreted without body language, tone of voice etc so take your time and be clear, use correct spelling.
  • Use emojis – there are a great way to show your emotions and add some fun to what is otherwise plain letters on a screen.
  • Timing is important – find a balance between seeming anxious and coming across as a jerk who is not finding time for someone who should feel important.

Attractive Man Trait 21. Shave Your Head

man with shaved head

Do you have a bald spot or thinning hair? This is for you. A 2012 study in ‘Social Psychological and Personality Science’ had people rate photos of men with hair and with digitally shaved heads.

Participants rated the bald men as being more dominant, confident, masculine, taller, you name it. In fact, this effect still showed up when the experimenters used no photos, just verbal descriptions.

Attractive Man Trait Bonus: Smell Nice

man applies cologne to smell nice and attract women

Maybe fragrance isn’t a big deal to you. In fact, a lot of men don’t bother wearing it. But remember that smell is our strongest sense. It connects to our memory which triggers some sort of emotion – whether it’s good or bad.

Try taking some time to learn about fragrance and the different types available. Understand the basics and soon enough, you’ll find a product that gives you the perfect scent. It’ll help you become the most attractive guy around.

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Loaded Barbecue Baked Potato Casserole

Barbecue sauce provides a flavorful addition to this delicious potato casserole that’s made using Old El Paso® green chiles – perfect for dinner.

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Loaded Barbecue Baked Potato Casserole

Prep: 25 min | Total Time: 1 hr 20 min | Yield: 10 servings

Ingredients

  • 6 slices bacon
  • 1 (24 ounce) bag frozen mashed potatoes
  • 2/3 cup milk
  • 1 cup (4 ounces) shredded pepper Jack cheese
  • 4 ounces (half of 8 ounce package) 1/3-less-fat cream cheese (Neufchâtel), cut into cubes
  • 1/2 teaspoon pepper
  • 3 cups shredded Cheddar cheese (12 ounces)
  • 1 (8 ounce) container reduced-fat sour cream
  • 1 (4.5 ounce) can Old El Paso® chopped green chiles, drained
  • 3 cups shredded barbecue pork or beef
  • 3/4 cup barbecue sauce
  • Chopped fresh parsley, if desired

Instructions

  1. Heat oven to 350 degrees F. Spray a 13 x 9 x 2 inch (3 quart) glass baking dish with cooking spray.
  2. In a 10 inch skillet, cook bacon over medium high heat for 8 to 10 minutes or until crisp; drain on paper towels, reserving 2 tablespoons drippings. Crumble bacon; set aside.
  3. In large microwavable bowl, stir together mashed potatoes, reserved bacon drippings, the milk, pepper Jack cheese, cream cheese, pepper and 2 cups of the Cheddar cheese.
  4. Microwave uncovered on HIGH for 4 minutes.
  5. Stir in sour cream and chiles until well blended.
  6. Spoon potato mixture into baking dish.
  7. Sprinkle with bacon and remaining 1 cup Cheddar cheese.
  8. Spoon pork evenly over cheese.
  9. Drizzle barbecue sauce over pork.
  10. Bake uncovered for 45 minutes or until bubbly.
  11. Let stand for 10 minutes before serving.
  12. Garnish with parsley.

Nutrition

Per serving: Calories 550, Total Fat 31g (Saturated Fat 17g), Sodium 1230mg Total Carbohydrate 33g (Dietary Fiber 2 1/2g), Protein 34g

% Daily Value*: Vitamin A 0%; Vitamin C 0%; Calcium 0%; Iron 0%

Exchanges: 1 Starch; 1 Other Carbohydrate; 2 High-Fat Meat; 1 Fat; Carbohydrate Choices: 2

* Percent Daily Values are based on a 2,000 calorie diet.

Attribution

Recipe and photo used with permission from: Betty Crocker

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John Steckley

Adventure Science Fiction Drama

Well it seems that the doom and gloomers were right all along. We were told that large chunks of the remains from the explosion of Mars were headed directly towards us and would eventually strike earth. The exodus began with the billionaires paying for flights to the moon, which had been made habitable a years before.  A few such flights crashed, something I did not mind at all. Then a profitable moon shot business began to transfer the general populace in slow moving but quite functional vehicles. This business became quite successful as the Mars-wreck, as people were calling it came closer and closer. There remained little doubt that it was going to strike earth, and hit it hard. Countries grew on the moon, as countries began to dissolve on earth. It could then almost be said that there were no countries remaining on our planet, just small groups of people, and isolated individuals.Then there was the great crash. There were repeated very loud sounds, as well as huge fires that lit up the sky day and night. Fortunately, my small farm was almost completely surrounded by rivers, so I was not threatened by those fires.I had long ago decided not to leave my home planet should rescue ships appear. I am an old man with a farm, and no desire to leave my home. Sure I might become or actually already am now the only man on earth, but I decided to dedicate my life to writing about the times I am now living in. No one else could do it. It would be up to me now to tell the story of the last man on earth. It gave my last days a purpose.Every Other DayEvery other day I walk to the ruins of the town not far away. At first I did so in hope of encountering other people, but I saw none, so I gave up in that search. My loneliness was growing like the potatoes on my farm.. The purpose of these trips to the former town now is to head straight to two of the former supermarkets, primarily to acquire cans of food that I could pierce with my can opener and, then go home to cook the contents of the cans in my fireplace cookery. Sometimes I would go to the ruins of the library, to find a few books to distract me from the emptiness of my life. The writers in that way became my companions. I would talk to their books like the authors were physically present between the pages.The EncounterThen one day it happened. I was rummaging through the cans in the largest market in town, hoping to find cans filled with beans. No one would notice if I farted, which I often did after eating canned beans.While there I saw something strange. At first it startled me. It was another human being, the first I had seen in many moons (actually four) as my grandfather would have said. It was like looking at someone or something from another planet.

The other human was a boy, maybe between 10 to 12 years old. He was very thin, no doubt from lack of food. When the boy caught a glimpse of me, his first words were “I’m not stealing, mister.” My reply was “Well, neither am I young man. We are both just avoiding starvation, a good thing for us to do. The owner of this place probably died years ago. You cannot trespass when a building has no owner.

Then I asked the boy, “Do you have any family? “No, I was out in the backyard when a fireball hit our house, killing my parents and my brother and two sisters. I haven’t spoken to anyone since. You are the first.”

“I can relate. Do you have a place to live in now?”

“No sir, I’m outside all of the time, when I’m not in here looking for food.

“I have a house just outside of the former town. You can stay with me. It feels good to speak with another human being, not just to myself and the most human-like of the potatoes in my potato patch.”

“Do you cook the potatoes?”

“Yes, they would be a little rough raw.”

“How do you do that with no electricity?”

“I have an outdoor fireplace.”

“Wow, I haven’t had cooked food in months.”

“What is your name?”

“Darryl”

“And what is yours?

“Joe.”

We went to my place, me leading the way, Darryl following behind me. Every once in a while I would turn around to see whether he still existed, and was not a figment of my hopeful   and often deluded imagination.

It took a few days, but we both began to feel comfort in the presence of another human being. I did not have to talk to the potatoes as often as I had done before. Once I actually apologized to my best potato friend for my recent silence in our interaction.

There Was a Rumbling

Then one day there was a rumbling different from when the great Martian collision struck. Over the days that passed, it got louder and more widespread. It did not seem to be that of another crashing of remnant pieces of Mars, but I was beginning to guess that it was initiated deep in the planet, a long delayed reaction from the crash that took place in months past..

I did not share with Darryl my fears of what may be happening. But as it turned out, I did not have to. A new sound emerged in the sky one morning.  I could not say what day of the week it was.  The sound did not seem natural, more like some kind of engine. Fortunately, I own a pair of binoculars, and it was not long before I saw the source. It was a man-made vehicle of some sort that was cruising slowly in our area.

Another good fortune was that I had fireworks. I told Darryl about them and about what I had seen. We took them out of the basement, lit each one and I threw them as high as I could so that the occupants of the spaceship could detect our presence. At first there was no reaction, but finally it went into a deep gradual dive, and landed in the potato patch.

We were overjoyed when we saw humans emerge, and they seemed just as happy as we were in seeing unexpected humans. We ran towards them, and there were hugs all around. They had not seen anyone else, neither did the occupants of their sister ships.  Before I entered into the spaceship, I gathered some of my clothes, my writing about being ‘the last man on earth’, and, on my way to the ship, I picked up my favourite potato. I did not want to leave without it. We had been together through my whole experience.

I wondered whether I was the last man on earth, and Darryl the last boy. A year later, we still held that position.

How To Dress For Your Age (20s, 30s, 40s, 50s+)

Shakespeare talked about “the seven ages of man.” Happily, we guys only need to dress for one of these ages at a time!

There’s a certain dignity to dressing your age… and there are consequences to violating this rule.

Three men of different ages dressed in stylish suits—young, middle-aged, and mature—showing how to dress well at every age.

A 45-year-old overweight man with graying hair wearing board shorts and a graphic tee oftentimes looks like a joke. But so does the college student attending lectures in a $3000 bespoke 3-piece suit.

In both cases, neither man is dressing his age. Although it’s possible to make these outfits work they just look better when key factors like environment, career, message, and age are taken into account.

In this article, we explain how should a man dress for his age. We are going to cover:

  • Young men (18-29)
    • Casual dress for the young man
    • Business dress for the young man
    • How should a young man dress like a professional?
  • Professional men (30-54)
    • Casual dress for the professional man
    • Business dress for the professional man
    • How do you know if a suit fits?
  • Mature men (55+)
    • Casual dress for the mature man
    • Business dress for the mature man

How A Young Man Should Dress (Age 18-29)

A full head of ungrayed hair and a body that stays in shape with ease goes a long way in fashion. Take it from an older guy; enjoy these while you have them.

Apart from the physical advantages, the “young” look is defined by experimentation, variety, and a touch of aggressiveness as far as bucking the traditional look goes.

However, knowing when to experiment and when to fall back on timeless, reliable options becomes more and more important as the young man grows. A college boy of 19 is far less likely to need a sharp-looking suit and the practice to wear it confidently than a professional man of 32.

Casual dress for the young man

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Young men can usually wear just about any style as long as they’re willing to really own it. That means no half-measures — funky, bright-colored trousers mean a mix-and-match look in the rest of the outfit; don’t pair them with plain black dress shoes and a pressed white dress shirt. You’ll confuse people.

#1 Pick one theme

When you put an outfit together, you want to aim for a look that can be described in one word. (This is good advice for all ages, but especially helpful for young men, whose experimental wardrobes tend to be more varied). Do you look at outfits with a ‘preppy’ or ‘grunge’ theme? How about a ‘hipster’ look? If you’re looking like a little from each all at once, you probably need to change some items around.

#2 Vary your look

Style for 20 year old guys should be about experimenting, figuring out the kind of image you want for yourself. If you’re a college student who wears khakis and a polo shirt every day, I highly encourage you to go outside your comfort zone. Play around a little. I’ve never met a stylish young man who didn’t have a wide variety of tops and trousers (to say nothing of accessories) in their closet.

Varying the look from day to day keeps yourself from being pigeonholed. Dress sharp one day in a tucked-in dress shirt, slacks, and a dark blazer, then switch to bright corduroys and a henley under a denim jacket the next. And so on.

#3 Accessorize

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What’s the difference between a guy in jeans and a hoodie versus a guy in jeans and a hoodie with a leather bracelet?

Quite a bit, actually.

Having an eye-catching accessory somewhere in an outfit makes it clear to people that you have self-control and you’re wearing a deliberate ‘look’ rather than some mismatched pieces grabbed at random out of your closet.

This is especially important for casual outfits, which can look like classic youthful sloppiness if you’re not careful. Sharp-looking accessories mean that even if the older generation doesn’t like your style, they must concede that it is a style.

How should a young man dress casually?

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  1. Dark, well-fitted blue jeans, the always-acceptable casual staple. Go ahead and invest a little extra to get a pair that fits well and is a nice, deep indigo rather than light blue.
  2. A light-colored blazer and a dark-colored blazer, nice and casual.
  3. Some brightly colored pieces, anything from T-shirts to trousers and jackets. Try not to wear them all in the same outfit, but use them to liven up an otherwise conservative outfit.
  4. At least one pair of plain khakis or slacks and a dress shirt that you can wear when you go to church with Grandma (or whatever other casual but conservative events come up in your life).
  5. Belts. Wearing trousers with belt loops and no belt just looks sloppy.
  6. A couple of pairs of funky shoes. Colored canvas sneakers, decorated leather brogues, and saddle shoes, espadrilles, moccasins — whatever you feel like. But some options that aren’t sneakers or plain black/brown men’s dress shoes are key.
  7. Some brightly-colored or patterned socks never hurt either, while we’re on the subject of feet.

Business dress for the young man

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As you get out of school and into the business world, the need for conservative trousers, dress shirts, and blazers increases. At least one actual suit becomes something of a necessity as well, for interviews, if nothing else.

In many cases, these are unfamiliar articles of clothing — a good fit and attention to the basics are key to looking like a grown man rather than a schoolboy in his dad’s old suit.

#1 Good fit above all else

Ready-to-wear suits are made deliberately big. This lets stores sell them to the maximum number of men but is bad news for younger, slimmer men. A loose, baggy suit jacket paired with a young face is the easiest way to look like a kid in borrowed clothes.

Whenever possible, shop for jackets and trousers at businesses that offer in-house adjustments. If necessary, take them to a tailor as well. The fit should be closer than an older man’s. Don’t wear anything so tight it pinches, but avoid any loose cloth hanging off the body when the garment is properly buttoned.

There’s such a thing as a business-appropriate dress suit with a distinct pattern or unusual features, but on a young man, it’s likely to look more like an error made in ignorance than a conscious style choice.

Stick to basic styles like the two-button, single-breasted, notch-lapel business suit in a dark solid. Leave the three-piece, padded-shoulder, peaked-lapel, pinstriped suits for men who have the gray hairs to carry them well.

#2 Err on the side of overdressing

A young man who wears a suit and tie when everyone else is wearing sports jackets, and open collars looks like he’s striving to impress. A young man who wears a blazer and khakis when everyone else is in suits looks like a kid who can’t be taken seriously.

When navigating the nuances of business attire, projecting an image of formality and respect through well-chosen, polished attire sends a powerful message about one’s commitment and professionalism.

In a world where first impressions carry substantial weight, a suit that leans towards the more formal side communicates a sense of attention to detail and a readiness to tackle challenges.

While the workplace dress code may vary, choosing a slightly more formal option ensures adaptability and conveys a seriousness of purpose that can enhance one’s professional image.

#3 KISS – Keep it simple, silly!

You’re always going to be better off looking like you try too hard than looking like you don’t try enough. When in doubt, wear the suit. You can always take your necktie off and tuck it in a pocket if you find yourself badly overdressed. If you show up underdressed, there’s no remedy.

Simplicity is timeless. In a world often crowded with distractions, a simple and refined wardrobe speaks volumes. Opting for classic pieces, such as a well-fitted solid-colored suit, a crisp white shirt, and a tasteful tie, can convey professionalism without unnecessary complexity.

The elegance of simplicity lies in its versatility; it seamlessly transitions from meetings to networking events with ease. A minimalist approach not only streamlines the decision-making process but also exudes confidence and sophistication.

A well-maintained, uncomplicated wardrobe also reflects an understanding of the subtle power of understatement, allowing one’s skills and capabilities to take center stage in the professional arena. In embracing simplicity, a young man cultivates a polished image that effortlessly navigates the complexities of the business world.

How should a young man dress like a professional?

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Make sure you incorporate the following into your wardrobe:

  1. At least one suit. A simple, single-breasted model in charcoal gray or navy blue is best, and the fit should be adjusted to keep it close to the body.
  2. A navy blue blazer. It goes with everything and is always respectable. It can also be paired with unusual shirts or trousers for a funkier look in the evening.
  3. A plain white dress shirt, spread, or point collar (not button-down). For the most formal business settings.
  4. At least a few collared dress shirts, lightly colored or patterned.
  5. A minimum of three neckties, including a few conservative ones in dark colors with modest or no patterning.
  6. A pair of plain, shined black oxford balmoral shoes. A second pair of brown leather oxfords or bluchers is also worth having for more casual business wear.
  7. Medium gray wool slacks. They’re the navy blazer of the lower body — versatile and functional with almost any look. And, of course, they can indeed be paired with a navy blazer.
  8. A plain black leather belt and a plain brown leather belt. Your leathers should always match, and a ratty belt ruins the fanciest suit.

How Should A Professional Man Dress (Men Age 30-54)

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It doesn’t happen overnight but in every man’s life, there is a transition point. You go from being a man who’s trying different careers, interviewing often, and experimenting with life to someone who’s got a path pretty well figured out and plans to keep working at it. Fashion changes accordingly.

Don’t break out the walker and stairlift just yet, though. Being a professional man doesn’t mean it’s time for high-waisted stretch pants and retirement home brochures. What it does mean is a transition from more aggressive younger men’s styles that say “look at me!” to the restrained elegance of a man who knows what he likes and feels confident about his place in the world.

Instead of “look at me!” a professional man’s clothing should say “I know you’re looking at me.” It’s all about confidence of assumption.

A little honesty also goes a long way. When your waistline starts to expand and your hairline starts to recede, change your style accordingly. Trying to wear the clothes you wore fifty pounds and a different hair color ago is unlikely to flatter you.

Casual dress for the professional man

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Days and evenings off aren’t entirely free time for most working men. You never know who you’re going to run into, and appearances still matter. Stocking the closet with comfortable casual clothes that actually look good — rather than relying on work jeans and T-shirts — keeps you prepared without having to work at it.

#1 Raise the standard

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Training yourself to dress well is easy: it requires you to only have good clothing.

Easy, right?

Most men’s default wardrobes can use a raise in standards. A pair of jeans or two is fine (especially dark, fitted jeans), but you should have just as many cotton slacks and just as many wool trousers beyond that. A variety of colors keeps you varied as well as dressy.

Shirts should get the same treatment. Once you’re past 30 or so, there’s really no room for T-shirts outside of exercise and physical labor. It’s time to show some maturity. The majority of your casual shirts should have collars. Your stepping-outside outfits should almost always be something that would look good if you threw a sports jacket on over them.

And speaking of that, a professional man’s closet needs casual jackets. Several of them. A tapered shape is going to flatter your body, and by stepping up the formality a notch, you’re showing everyone that you can afford to dress well for pleasure as well as business.

#2 Moderate your colors

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Neon orange corduroys are a young man’s indulgence. As you age and settle a bit in life you’ll want to tone it down a notch.

That doesn’t mean you should stop wearing a variety of colors. In fact, a professional’s wardrobe can still benefit from some of the best color combinations for men (it keeps regular workwear from looking uniform), but the colors shouldn’t be the focus of the outfit.

Casual clothing doesn’t need to stick to the blues and grays of business wear. Explore shirts, jackets, and even trousers in subdued but rich colors like burgundy and forest green.

Or, for a more muted look, try pastels like coral pink and sea-foam green. Either of these color palettes turns a potentially basic chinos-and-collared-shirt look into something unique.

#3 Layer up

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A complex life deserves a complex look. Don’t be shy of visual ‘noise’ in your casual outfits.

Sports jackets over collared shirts are a good default outfit, but hardly the sum of a professional’s options. Invest in turtlenecks, cardigans, henleys, vests, overcoats, and other pieces that add complexity to your upper body.

Texture also adds visual depth that gives a simple outfit a little added gravitas. Visible weaves are great in jackets and trousers, as are decorative elements in shoes and belts. You’re wearing it for fun, so have some fun shapes in there.

Casual clothing for professional men

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  1. A couple of patterned or textured sports jackets. Throw them on over any outfit with a collared shirt and long trousers for an instant upgrade.
  2. Pocket squares. You’re old enough to be paying attention to details, and you should have one of these in the breast pocket any time you wear a jacket.
  3. Gray wool slacks. Think of them like you used to think about blue jeans: default pants for every situation, to be dressed up or down as needed.
  4. A good collection of casual long-sleeved dress shirts and polo shirts.
  5. Shoes that make a statement: brogues, saddle shoes, chukka boots, or whatever other interesting options catch your eye. Tennis shoes and plain black/brown dress shoes should be reserved for playing tennis and business meetings, not worn for fun.
  6. A few neckties with an interesting color, pattern, texture, or shape (bowties are an option here). Wearing a tie every time you wear a colored shirt is stodgy, but wearing a tie for fun once in a while shows you’re in control of your look.

Business dress for the professional man

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Your business dress needs are partially going to be determined by what the profession in your “Professional Man” is — lawyers need a wide selection of suits; car mechanics don’t. Every man can use at least one suit in the closet for interviews, weddings and business meetings. Beyond that, use your judgment and focus on buying the kinds of clothes you wear to work regularly. But there are a few rules that work at any level of formality:

#1 Be realistic about fit

Don’t kid around with the fit of your good business clothes. Get them tailored specifically to you, always, and be honest about the measurements. Counting on losing those ten pounds next month is just kidding yourself. Lose the weight, then have your clothes adjusted.

At the professional age, the fit of your clothes is a major sign of success (or failure). Someone in a slumped suit or a sports jacket that’s too short for his arms is someone who looks like he can’t afford or doesn’t care to look better. Neither one is going to inspire much confidence in their friends and peers.

You’re better off owning fewer clothes that fit better instead of lots of clothes that fit okay. Prioritize getting everything in your business wardrobe looking sharp and feeling comfortable over adding items for the sake of having a full closet.

How do you know if a suit fits?

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Click here to discover how a suit should fit.

#2 Set an example

Think about the basic dress requirements for your job, whatever it may be.

Now plan on exceeding them.

In business, there’s no reason to blend in. If you work for someone else — a boss or an employer — it shows them that you’re comfortable where you are and don’t plan on advancing. If you’re self-employed, it shows clients and business partners that you’re getting complacent.

So plan on going a small step beyond the “dress code” at your workplace, whether it’s an official set of rules or not. If khakis and an open-collared dress shirt are the norm, alternate casual jackets and neckties as ways of exceeding standards. If everyone’s already in suits and ties, invest in good dress shirts and neckties, and make sure you’re always sporting a pocket square.

#3 Nail every element of your outfit

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As you turn 30, it’s time to get yourself a sports jacket.

Wearing a good suit, or a good pair of slacks with a nice blazer, is only half the battle. The devil is in the details.

A professional man needs to strive for professionalism in all of his business clothes, not just the big pieces.

Dress shirts should be of good quality and fitted properly around the neck, with no loose collar standing off the skin. Cuffs should be visible a half-inch or so beyond the end of the jacket sleeve. Pocket squares should be present, bags should always be leather briefcases and not cloth backpacks or messenger bags, and leather and metal accents should always match (no silver watches if your blazer has brass buttons, etc.).

The difference between a man in a nice suit with no accents or sloppy details and a man in a nice suit with all his smaller accents in place is a striking one. Once you’re getting out of your 20s, it’s a difference you should be able to manage every day.

Business clothing for professional men

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  1. A proper suit, preferably a made-to-measure or bespoke. 100% wool, good fit, dark color, and a reasonably conservative style keeps it appropriate for all business occasions.
  2. At least one pair of gray wool trousers. When your suit is too formal, wear these with a blazer instead.
  3. A navy blue blazer. You’ll need one of these at pretty much all ages, in fact. Add more blazers and sports jackets if you’re at an office that doesn’t require suits but does expect “business casual” dress.
  4. Lightly patterned or textured sports jackets for business-casual events. Throw them on over your dress shirt and slacks rather than stopping with just the collared shirt.
  5. Lots of neckties if you wear collared shirts to work on a regular basis. Nothing signals ‘stuck in a rut‘ like the same half-dozen ties over and over again.
  6. A couple of plain white dress shirts, without a button-down collar, for the most formal meetings and occasions.
  7. Plenty of lightly-colored or patterned dress shirts for more casual business wear.
  8. Black leather balmoral oxfords, in good shape and well-polished. A similar pair in brown for slightly less formal suit-and-tie occasions.
  9. Good belts and a quality men’s watch. If you’re not wearing a watch at this age, you look a little careless.

How Should A Mature Man Dress? (Age 55+)

man over 50 dressed sharp

By the time you’re in your 40s, people expect you to take life pretty seriously. You’re also getting old enough to start seeing hints of ageism in how people treat you, especially if you’re looking for a new job.

Dressing in your mature years means finding a balance between dignity and stodginess. Timeless styles are increasingly your friend; not so much trend-based fashions that fade in and out. It’s also time to simplify a little, leaving the intricately detailed outfits to younger men and opting for simple elegance whenever possible.

Casual clothes for mature men

If you don’t want to be taken for a fixed-income pensioner, don’t give up on your casual style. Stretch pants and sweatshirts say “done with life.” Have a little more crispness than that as you welcome your silver (or vanished) hairs.

#1 Don’t be afraid to out-dress younger men

woman and mature man dressed casually

One of the joys of old age is that you no longer look like you’re trying too hard if you wear a suit for fun, or are the only man in a crowd wearing a blazer. You’re an old guy. You get to do things like that.

Casual suits are one of the underused joys of American menswear. Have a few — in striped seersucker, plaid wool, pastel linen, or anything else that strikes your fancy. When you’re not in the mood for a suit, go for slacks and a sports jacket instead. An open-collared dress shirt or a turtleneck underneath will always say “I dress this way for fun.”

The key thing to avoid is anything that smacks of laziness rather than studied casualness. You want to be viewed as a leader, a mentor and a man of wisdom. Your outfits should look like they took a little thought and work. There are a lot of young men out there eager to dismiss their elders as “tired-out” and “over the hill” (often so that they can feel better about ignoring good advice). Show those young men you still have plenty left to teach them.

#2 Incorporate more accessories

man wering hat with suit

It’s surprising how many great pieces of clothing some men never bother to wear. Hats, gloves, scarves, cufflinks — these are the refinements that an elder gentleman can use in his everyday wardrobe.

While younger guys might look overdressed, you’ll look like a VIP guest or the owner of the restaurant or theater you are in.

A few beloved hats are something every man should own by the time he’s 40. If you don’t have them yet, work on finding them. Colored leather gloves (anything from a sedate burgundy to a stylish yellow) are a three-season piece that almost nobody thinks to wear anymore, setting you firmly apart without being anything but the soul of dignity.

Smaller accents like French-cuff shirts with casual cufflinks, colored pocket squares, and neck scarves all complete the image of a man with both the time and the skill to out-dress everyone, even on his day off. The only touches worth avoiding are ones that evoke a specific past era, whether they’ve come back into style or not — an elder gentleman wearing a cravat is going to look like an oil painting from the 19th century. Stick to timeless classics.

 #3 Add personality

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The older you get, the more people will want to pretend you’re invisible.

Don’t let them.

Wear the unusual, the interesting, and occasionally the downright startling when you’re on your own time. Got a favorite old tweed jacket? Pair it with a pair of brightly-colored cotton or linen trousers to go from ‘aging British squire’ to ‘urban sophisticate’.

Mid-forties and up is also the age at which it finally becomes acceptable to wear fun, playful ties. Don’t make a habit of it, but don’t shy away from the occasional startling necktie that shows you have a zest for life. Break the stereotype of older men being somber and reserved. It’ll put a smile on people’s faces when they’re looking at you, and that’s always a good thing.

Just a sharp-looking pair of men’s dress shoes can be enough to draw the eye in an otherwise-relaxed outfit like slacks and a heritage fisherman-style sweater.

Whatever it takes to remind people that you’re there and, if necessary, that you’re older and wiser than them. Even what you carry in your pockets can come in handy here; young people these days are always impressed when a sharp-dressed man in his 60s pulls out a smartphone and opens its web browser.

Casual clothing for mature men

casually dressed smiling mature man
  1. A few non-business suits. These can be casually patterned or made from traditionally casual materials like linen and seersucker.
  2. Vests and waistcoats are a great way to look dapper without wearing a jacket (they’re also a nice way to slim any expanding waistlines). Have a few in the closet, either as part of three-piece suits or on their own.
  3. Lots of wool slacks and sports jackets. The more colors, patterns, and textures you have in the wardrobe, the more mix-and-match looks you can create.
  4. Quality, casual sweaters: cardigans, Guernsey or Aran Island sweaters, etc. Nothing baggy or shapeless.
  5. Comfortable, well-shined leather shoes in a variety of patterns and colors. A few pairs of dress boots wouldn’t hurt either.
  6. All the little elements: hats, gloves, walking sticks, scarves, etc.
  7. A good knee-length trenchcoat or similar overcoat. More than one in varying colors is no bad thing.

Business clothes for mature men

business attire of mature man

Business is a whole different world for older men. If you’re coming into a new job it’s going to be important to prove you can keep up with younger workers; if you’re in charge of your own employees it’s vital to demonstrate gravitas and wisdom.

Happily, business suits never look better than when they are paired with gray hair. You have access to the widest range of business styles, and no one will dare challenge your right to wear the sharpest of them. Enjoy.

#1 Don’t be afraid to stand out in a suit or sports jacket

Single-breasted, two-button suits in plain navy or charcoal are for young strivers. An older man has the dignity and the weight of experience to carry a double-breasted suit, or a three-piece suit, and he doesn’t need to shy away from elegant pinstripes either.

You don’t want to violate good business dress here, of course. If you’re wearing a suit for serious and formal business it should be dark, sober, and restrained. But a dark navy, charcoal, or black with pinstripes more than qualifies, and the added elegance of a full waist covering (either a waistcoat or the fold of a double-breasted jacket) is hard to argue with.

If suits are a regular business necessity, invest in a variety of business-appropriate styles. Any sign of habit or routine can be mistaken for complacency in competitive firms, so don’t be ‘the guy with the double-breasted suits’ day in and day out. Mix it up for maximum effect.

#2 Invest in the best materials

quality fabrics for mens suit

Subtle differences are the key to any older man’s wardrobe. You don’t need your suits or blazers to be remarkably different than a younger man’s — but they should be better.

High-quality cloth and tailored fits are the best way to achieve that subtle superiority. Two navy blazers in the same cut and color can look markedly different if one is made from thick, rich wool and cut to the wearer’s measurements and the other is unadjusted and in a thinner, cheaper cloth.

Having clothes that are just a little better than everyone else’s is worth a bit of an investment in your later life. And it gives the younger men something to strive for, which they can always use.

#3 Less is more

All that said, an older man doesn’t need flash in his business dress. Restrained elegance is the key. Good fabrics, fine suits, and all the details right — and then stop there.

Flashy watches, designer labels, and aggressively tight silhouettes are for younger men.

Your clothing and accessories should look fine, dignified, and comfortable. That puts you above the fray of any subtle one-upmanship.

In suits and jackets, this can be achieved with softer shoulders and a less distinct taper at the waist. In more casual outfits, sticking to darker, softer colors and avoiding stark blacks and whites achieves a similar effect.

Business clothing for mature men – what to wear

sharp looking mature man in business semi-formal attire
  1. Some really great, stylish men’s suits. Seriously, this is your time to shine. Do not be shy about living the good life in your choice of suits.
  2. A few crisp white shirts for the most formal business settings. For an elegant touch, wear ivory or cream rather than pure bleached white.
  3. Enough neckties to always have just the right one for an outfit. You’ve been collecting them for twenty-plus years now; you should have plenty.
  4. A navy blazer and a pair of gray wool pants in high-quality material, preferably tailored to your measurements.
  5. Black leather balmoral oxfords, well-shined. Leather soles are an added touch of elegance (and very comfortable to walk in, once you get used to the feel).
  6. Pocket squares, cufflinks as needed, and a simple, dressy wristwatch.
  7. A good wool overcoat that hits at least the back of the thighs. Dark navy or charcoal are good colors, and camel hair or khaki make a good choice for a second coat.

Style is not restricted by age. But that does not give men free license to dress as they please.

Embrace the new opportunities to try different styles as you age. Don’t be afraid to completely change your style as you move from one decade to another.

At the end of the day, always bear in mind these philosophies on dressing your age:

  • Have fun – it’s okay if your outfit doesn’t hit the bullseye at first (it’s part of the process).
  • Love yourself – stay true to yourself and use clothing to represent the best version of you.
  • Be confident – feel as youthful/mature as you look and don’t let the clothes wear you

To boost your style game even further, check out my guide to slacks and dress pants – you could be wearing the wrong pair!

Click below to watch the video – How To Dress For Your Age:

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Chinese electric trucks pay for themselves in five years. They may be half the market in three.

Japan

On 7 November 2025, Japan’s new PM, Sanae Takaichi, in effect said a military attack by Beijing on Taiwan is a threat to the survival of Japan and that justifies Tokyo’s military support of Taiwan.

What’s wrong with her claim? There are a few things wrong with it, viz

  1. She falsely assumed Taiwan is either a part of Japan or an independent ally of Japan. Neither is factual. Since the 1972 Japan-China Joint Communiqué, Japan had formally acknowledged Taiwan is an inalienable part of China. It had formally stated that it “fully understands and respects” Beijing’s one-China stance, viz Taiwan is part of China. In other words, she is entirely ignoring this and challenging the “One China” policy.
  2. In recasting Japan as a ‘combat-ready’ state entitled to use force on China, she is effectively indicating Japan is on a war-path. This was the stance taken by Japan before engaging in its past invasions and wars. For example, Japan’s invasion of China in 1931 was partly justified by claiming it was “a crisis of national survival”, a claim driven by nationalist military leaders like Kanji Ishiwara to justify Japan’s expansionist policies. Also, Japan’s attack on Pearl Harbour in 1941 was preceded by Prime Minister Hideki Tojo repeatedly declaring that “Japan faced a survival-threatening situation” arising from a US oil embargo.
  3. She incorrectly assumes Japan can rely on its Constitution (as amended in 2014) which permits Japan’s Self-Defense Forces (SDF) to act for collective self-defence if a close ally is attacked. However, this does not apply as Taiwan is part of China; it cannot be an “ally” of Japan.
  4. She has in effect put China into a situation where China can, if it wants to, activate the UN Enemy State Clauses (specifically Articles 53 and 107). These in effect provide that China, as one of the victorious states of WWII can, without requiring prior authorisation from the UN Security Council, take action against Japan in order to prevent the resurgence of fascism and to uphold the post-WWII world order. In simple English, that means China is now legally entitled to take actions to bring about the full disarmament of Japan pursuant to the Potsdam Declaration (1945) and the Cairo Declaration (1943).

However, fortunately for her, China is not really a hegemony. Unless compelled by circumstances to do otherwise, it prefers taking economic sanctions against Japan rather than any military action such as this.

Its unwillingness to take this drastic military action is also in effect giving lots of face to Sanae Takaichi. Someone please tell her to feel grateful for this small mercy from Beijing.

This Discovery in America Destroys the Timeline

It matters to the Chinese public because it inspires the people to join the Chinese military.

Qiu Shaoyun.

Chinese hero of the Korean War. When Americans launched flares and his camofloge caught fire, Qiu clenched his teeth and allowed himself to be burnt to death, to avoid alerting the Americans and giving out the positions of his team’s ambush.

Ironically, Qiu is also one of the reasons why the Chinese people love Aaron Bushnell so much, as after so many years quite some stupid kids have started asking about the validity of Qiu’s story, of whether a man can hold himself from rolling and screaming when burnt to death alive. The American hero Aaron Bushnell showed to us that men can indeed do that, when their belief is strong enough.

Luo Guangxie

In the border war with India in 1962, in order to open a path as quick as possible through an Indian mine field for his comrades, after using up all his explosives, Luo rolled his own body through the mine field, getting one of his legs blown off first, then he kept on rolling, to get an arm blow off, and he crawled on, till the third mine blew him up to pieces. Luo’s sacrifice opened a much needed path and greatly boosted moral, allowing his team-mates to appear unexpected and defeat the Indian army.

Or the fighting against the floods every year, to protect the civilians.

These examples are immortalized and inspire us Chinese to be like them.

Finally…

THIS IS F**KING CRAZY..

Must watch. Hackers found the supporting IT staff that is controlling the Epstein narrative. -MM

WTF? WTF? WTF?

So, I took my vacation. Normally I live in China, but every year I take a “vacation” to another nation to live “like a local” Last year was Kuala Lumpur in Malaysia. This year it’s Bangkok.

Bangkok is always a favorite place of mine. I just love the people. Period.
But this year I see what is going on “in the rest of the world” though my Chinese eyes.

  • Lots and lots of Chinese visitors. Sure there’s an abnormal amount of Westerners in Thailand, but the huge numbers of Chinese was a bit of a surprise. Much more than I figured given the “Thailand is dangerous” tropes that have been flooding the Chinese internet as of late.
  • Size shrinkage on American chain restaurants. Regular portion sizes and affordable meals for the most part (excluding the fancy-pantsy joints). However, if you go into a American chain, you will see portion shrinkage. I went to KFC, and ordered a large coffee. The coffee portion was small, like REALLY small. It was the size of a paper Dixie “sampler” cup. Whoa!
  • Noisy. I have forgotten that outside of China the rest of the world is still in the 19th century. Noisy gasoline engines everywhere, with motors-scooters, and chainsaws, and hedge-trimmers. If you are not used to it (Like I used to be when living in the ‘States) it’s terribly jarring.
  • No free Wifi. In China wifi is generally free, everywhere, and 5.5G. I found a few hot-spots (for a price) at 5G, but most was 2.5G and pricey. Most locals get a SIMM and use roaming charges tied to their phone accounts.
  • Lots of interesting people. This hasn’t changed. Thailand is full of all sorts of people with interesting stories. But this time, I shared a pool in my apartment complex with some Ukrainian beauties with NAZI tattoos. Not judging. Just reporting the changing times.
  • My daughter is an attraction. No matter where I go, my daughter attracts the ladies. They love her pale skin, mixed race, and huge smile. I thought that it would be a little different in Thailand as they seem to have darker skin and flatter broader noses. But that is not the case at all. My expectations fall flat when it hits the door of reality.
  • The West is in a tailspin, but SE Asia is thriving. Thailand, as well as the rest of South East Asia are thriving. China and the rest of Asia are doing just great, and you can see that, and the “news” out of the West is a disturbing contrast. Screeching horrors vs. a pleasant reality.

Just some observations.

Now, I don’t want to be offensive, but (ah, I cannot help myself).

  • Lots of “white water buffaloes” shambling around. They seem to be from the USA, England or Nordic nations. It was this way 20 years ago, and that hasn’t changed at all. Perhaps it was that way in 1930 during Colonial times too.
  • Many Anglo-Saxon men of various national pedigrees. I guess that I fit this description too. Though they generally are traveling in small groups of 2 – 3 men and talking about other people they know and business, money making opportunities, etc.
  • A couple of international couples. Some with kids, some not. Just your typical iconic internet franchise. I guess.
  • Youth. Some young college-aged, or early 20’s kids having the time of their lives. Well, who can blame them. Right?
  • Lots and lots of Indians. Yeah, I know this is the case, but they are strangely absent inside of China, so for me it’s kind of a shocker. They have money, wealth and travel. But fear China, and steer away from it.

One final note, no indictment on Thailand, but rather a statement on people. The apartment that we rented is nice, new, recently furnished with all new appliance. But the owner is absent. He just brokered workers to install the furnishings.

Nice. He did all the work, via his laptop. new everything. Carpets, drapes, linens, kitchen appliances, and you know, a brand new wifi router.

But this router is locked, but no password.

Other people in similar apartments told me that none of the places had wifi, yet they all possessed brand new routers. WTF?

So though detective sleuthing, I found out what happened. The bozo who bought the block of apartments just contracted out all the work. The IT guy came in installed the router, and told the owner who is probably not computer savvy. And so, he just kept the passwords to himself. Rendering all the routers in the entire apartment building worthless bricks.

A locked router without a password is just a useless brick.

So yeah. I have wifi, but I had to do some serious sleuthing after a 14 hour flight and adventure. As a courtesy to the next people, i put the password on a adhesive label on placed it on the back of the router. Do unto others… right?

And that all for now. Maybe someone out there in the void might appreciate my observations. Be good you all.

Snow that does not melt?

What the Hell is going on inside of the USA?

America Has Changed Completely Since 2020 — Everyone Sees It

America has changed completely since 2020 and everyone sees it. Americans are feeling the cost of living crisis, inflation, rising prices, job layoffs, and a deep cultural shift that’s hard to ignore. Something is very different about life in America right now, and people everywhere are waking up to it.

In this video, we talk about the quiet realization spreading across the country as everyday Americans notice the economy tightening, communities changing, trust eroding, and a growing sense that the American way of life is not what it used to be. From grocery bills and utility costs to job security, housing, and the pace of modern life, many people sense that we’re entering a new chapter.

This isn’t just about politics or headlines. It’s about a shared feeling that the ground beneath us has shifted. More families are questioning the system, rethinking priorities, turning to preparedness, self-sufficiency, frugal living, and a return to simpler values. If you’ve felt like something is “off” but couldn’t quite put it into words, you’re not alone. Americans across the country are recognizing the signs, adapting, and searching for stability in uncertain times.

Let’s talk about what’s really happening, why so many people feel it, and what it means for the future of America.

I’m really glad that I am at the other end of the world.

Meanwhile…

FLASH: Bank of Japan Announces “Foreign Bond Selloff” at 9:00 AM Tokyo Time

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The Bank of Japan issued a sudden announcement at about 3:00 PM eastern US time today (Thursday) telling the world they will conduct a Selloff of “Foreign Bonds” beginning at 7:00 PM Eastern US Time tonight, which translates into 9:00 AM Friday morning, in Tokyo.

This comes just three DAYS after China instructed their banks to “Dump Every Dollar” and eliminate their exposure to anything denominated in “Dollars.” (Story Here)

This a calamity.

Bonds are the rock-solid, steel-reinforced-concrete foundation, of literally EVERY other financial instrument and transaction.     Bonds are the basis of    E V E R Y T H I N G.

Let me explain:

The bond market — particularly the market for high-quality government bonds (e.g., U.S. Treasuries) — serves as the foundational benchmark for virtually all other financial instruments. It establishes the risk-free rate and the yield curve (the term structure of interest rates), which act as the baseline “cost of money” against which every other asset is priced, valued, and hedged.

The Risk-Free Rate as the Universal Benchmark

Government bonds from creditworthy sovereigns (U.S., Germany, Japan, etc.) are treated as essentially default-free. Their yields therefore represent the risk-free rate—the theoretical minimum return an investor requires for tying up capital with zero credit risk.

This rate is the starting point for pricing everything else:

Stocks and equities: In the Capital Asset Pricing Model (CAPM), the expected return on a stock = risk-free rate + β × equity risk premium.

Discounted cash flow (DCF) valuations of companies, projects, or real estate also start with the risk-free rate as the base discount rate, then layer on risk premia.

A rise in Treasury yields directly raises the hurdle rate for all risky investments, lowering present values.

Corporate bonds and credit instruments: Yield = risk-free (Treasury) yield of similar maturity + credit spread (compensation for default and liquidity risk).

Corporate, municipal, and emerging-market bonds are all quoted as spreads over the government curve.

Mortgages, consumer loans, and bank lending: Mortgage rates are typically the 10-year Treasury yield + a spread.

Auto loans, credit cards, and corporate borrowing move in tandem because banks and lenders fund themselves relative to the Treasury curve.

Derivatives: Interest-rate swaps, futures, and options are built directly on the government yield curve. The Black-Scholes model (and its variants) uses the risk-free rate to price options.

Currency forwards and cross-currency basis swaps embed interest-rate differentials derived from bond markets.

Currencies and FX: Carry trades and exchange-rate expectations are driven by interest-rate differentials between countries’ bond yields. Higher bond yields in one country tend to strengthen its currency.

In short, all other instruments can be conceptually decomposed as “risk-free bond + risk adjustment.”

The bond market supplies the risk-free component; everything else is the premium layered on top.

The Yield Curve as the “Cost of Funding”

The shape of the government yield curve (short-term vs. long-term rates) is the market’s collective view of future interest rates, inflation, and economic growth. It is the primary indicator of the economy-wide cost of capital and is used to:

  • Price fixed-income securities of all types.
  • Set discount rates in actuarial, pension, and insurance calculations.
  • Determine repo rates and collateral values in the plumbing of the financial system (government bonds are the dominant form of collateral in repurchase agreements and derivatives clearing).

Supporting Evidence from Market Size and Expert Consensus

The global bond/credit market is roughly three times larger than the global equity market and far more liquid in many segments.  What China and Japan are now doing . . . . is SMASHING it.

Government bonds are the bedrock of capital markets: “serving as benchmarks whose yields influence other financial instruments like corporate bonds, mortgages, and derivatives. Many financial transactions use government securities as collateral for hedging against risk, and to guide pricing.”

Ray Dalio has repeatedly called the (U.S.) bond market “the backbone of all markets” because it sets the risk-free interest rate against which every other asset is measured.

Why This Relationship Is “Foundational”

When bond yields move, the entire pricing grid for stocks, real estate, private equity, infrastructure, derivatives, and loans shifts in response.

A sustained rise in Treasury yields raises borrowing costs economy-wide, compresses equity valuations, widens credit spreads, and can strengthen the currency.

A fall in yields does the opposite.

No other single market has this universal, mechanical transmission mechanism.

In essence, the bond market does not merely coexist with other financial instruments—it defines the baseline return and risk-free benchmark from which all other instruments derive their value and required compensation for risk.

This is why central banks, investors, and policymakers watch the bond market (especially the U.S. Treasury curve) more closely than any other for signals about the health and direction of the entire financial system.

First China, and now Japan, are taking financial SLEDGE HAMMERS to the US Bond Market.   Literally!   It will impact the  E N T I R E financial system and the E N T I R E financial stability of the United States (and by extension, the world.)

As the Bonds are sold by China and Japan, the Bond Market will view US Bonds as “riskier.”   That will FORCE interest rates on those bonds to go up, because otherwise Investors will not buy the Bonds.

As the US Bond Market is forced to raise the amount it pays,  E V E R Y T H I N G else will have to go up, too.

But there isn’t enough money to pay the new Interest rates.  Companies will not be able to refinance debt.  They will default.

Real Estate Commercial Mortgages will go up. Companies won’t be able to afford the new Interest and they will default.

Layoffs will come.

Without jobs, consumers will stop buying, causing massive economic downturn.

This will trigger layoffs in ALL industries, which will make everything worse.

Those Consumers won’t be able to pay their mortgages, their auto loans, their credit card bills . . .  they will default.

As creditors see their income all defaulting, THEY will go under.

The financial destruction will be everywhere.

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Don’t tune out the mundane symphony of your own life—the creaks, the murmurs, the daily hum

Hello guys. Yeah. I made it to Bangkok, and am settled in.

Ugh. Just breathing vacation air caused me to gain 3 kg. *sob*

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Yikes! (Image for illustration purposes ONLY!

Though, what I was before my wife and daughter decided that Pizza and beer were good “vacation foods”…

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Ah. the ideal. For Reference ONLY.

But I’m a gettin’ there!

Meanwhile…

Things are good here.

The world is a spinnin’ out of control elsewhere.

You all… DO NOT GET TOO CAUGHT UP in the noise.

Big changes.

  • DC still says “small bads”.
  • Just a “bumpy ride”.

Ah. Take that as you may.

Now, I wanna say something.

Heads up!

Ah. I have been querying DC on some matters that concern you “volunteers” for the Domain. And I compiled the answers, and got some specifics. I think that many of you all will be amazed at what he said, but a small minority might be horrified.

I have scheduled the release of this information around the time of my return back to Zhuhai, China. As, I’m sure that many of you will have questions. And I will try to answer them… but… please not on my vacation. Ok?

Please understand.

So figure around the first of March or so is my scheduled “disclosure on the Domain volunteer army being managed by MM“. It has details, some information and what you guys can do with it.

Most of you will be pleased, and maybe surprised.

I was.

And that’s sayin’ a lot.

So all I can say is …  you asked, you received… and well, WELCOME to the club!

Ah exciting times!

And Today

Weird things are going on.
On my YouTube channel I am getting five thumbs up on only three views and have six comments that appear in my notifications but do not show up at the video.
On Quora the same kind of thing is going on. I see a massive collapse of engagement, but I have an enormous repost count outside of the platform.On MM here, there’s really no changes. What you see is what you get. Though all my food posts have really scared off the trolls and bad actors. I do get some interesting hits on “The cornfield”. Looks like some want to comment (as a first timer perhaps) and then read what I have to say about The Cornfield and then change their minds. Whoops as they skedaddle off into the distance…*shrug*I hope that life is treating all of youse guys well. The new normal should be not so up and down and some elements of stability should be showing its face. The new normal.2026.Oh, we are not out of the storm yet. But the up and downs are starting to subside in some ways, though the clamoring noise on the internet is gonna continue to ratchet up and keep on whooping and a hollering.Take care guys.Today…

Insiders Continue Massive Dumping of THEIR OWN COMPANY Stocks

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Insiders Continue Massive Dumping of THEIR OWN COMPANY Stocks

For the past thirty days or so, Executives in publicly traded companies have been dumping gigantic amounts of their own company stocks.  They must disclose this to the public when it takes place, for obvious reasons.

But the shear volume of insider stock sales over the past couple months seems astonishing to many observers.  It seems clear to many observers that the bigshots know “the bottom is falling out” of the economy, and they’re getting out with high values on stocks that maybe won’t be worth so much if they wait.

Creamy Chicken Stew

This Creamy Chicken Stew is easily the best chicken stew recipe ever! It uses minimal ingredients but really builds on flavor to create a truly unforgettable bite. I promise that it will be your new favorite recipe to make when it’s cold outside, or when you want a truly comforting meal. Serve up a bowl with some flaky cream cheese biscuits for a truly heavenly experience.

Creamy chicken stew being held up in the air with a wooden spoon.

Recipe Essentials

  • 🍽️ Course: Main Dish
  • ⏱️ Cooking Time: 1 hour & 15 minutes
  • 🍴 Servings: 6
  • 🧄 Flavor Profile: Rich, savory, and cozy with tender chicken, creamy, velvety broth, and a hint of umami.
  • 🍚 Best Served With: Flaky biscuits (especially cream cheese biscuits), crusty bread, dinner rolls, or a simple green salad.
  • 🧊 Make Ahead?: Yes, make 1-2 days ahead and refrigerate (flavor gets even better).

This recipe has been included in my weekly dinner rotation for a while now! The leftovers are just as delicious as when the stew is made fresh, making them ideal for meal prepping or a protein-filled lunch for the next day. I love how quick and easy it is to reheat!

Some of my other favorite chicken stew recipes include slow cooker chicken stew with bacon and Moroccan chicken stew.

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Why You’ll Love This Recipe

  • It makes great leftovers: This creamy and thick chicken stew reheats so well, making it ideal for leftovers. Whether you make it to meal prep or have plenty of extra to enjoy the next day, it tastes just as delicious.
  • It’s budget-friendly: The ingredients used in this creamy chicken stew recipe are super affordable, so you don’t have to worry about extra cost when you shop for the ingredients.
  • It’s easy to prepare: It’s a simple chicken stew, too. There aren’t a bunch of extra steps or difficult techniques required to prepare it.

Ingredients

These are the most important components of this recipe for creamy chicken stew with vegetables. You’ll also need some spices and garlic, too!

Ingredients to make this chicken stew on a table.
  • Chicken breasts: I use bone-in chicken breasts for this recipe, but you can also use bone-in chicken thighs. Cooking the chicken in the stew while still on the bone adds so much extra flavor.
  • Veggies and potatoes: So, just like most soups and stews, we start with celery, onion, carrots as the base, and then add some baby potatoes. You can use any color of potato, but I like Yukon Gold because of its creamy texture.
  • Worcestershire sauce: This is like a secret weapon because it adds umami that lifts the entire chicken and vegetable stew.
  • Chicken broth: Any kind of chicken broth will work, including low-sodium (just taste it for seasoning at the end). If you like, homemade broth works great as well. Try this recipe with my slow cooker chicken broth from rotisserie chicken.
  • Heavy cream: This is what gives the stew its rich and creamy consistency. You can substitute half and half if needed.
  • Bouillon cube: I like to add a bouillon cube just to give it a stronger chicken broth flavor. It’s more concentrated and keeps the cream from diluting the stew.

See the recipe card below for exact ingredient amounts, nutritional information, and detailed instructions.

Variations

  • Add dumplings: Drop in some dumplings during the last 10-15 minutes of cooking time. The easiest way to do this is with 2 cups of Bisquick or any biscuit mix, combined with ½ cup of milk.
  • Add more veggies: Include some more veggies! Zucchini is a great addition; just add them, chopped, during the last 15-20 minutes so they don’t become mushy. Mushrooms take even less time, so add them during the last 10 minutes!
  • Add fresh herbs: Freshly chopped parsley and basil would be great. You may also simmer the stew with bundles of thyme and rosemary!

How to Make Old-Fashioned Chicken Stew

Here are the steps you’ll need to make a successful old-fashioned creamy chicken stew. It’s made entirely in one pot!

Chicken breast searing in a dutch oven.

Step 1: Sear the chicken breasts. Start by heating your Dutch oven or a large heavy-bottomed pot over medium-high heat with olive oil. Then, season the chicken breasts with salt and pepper and sear them for 3-4 minutes on each side.

Butter, carrots, onion, celery and flour added to the dutch oven.

Step 2: Sauté veggies and add flour. Next, melt butter and add the carrots, onion, and celery. Allow them to cook for 3-5 minutes, then add the garlic and cook for another minute. Now stir in the flour and cook for 1-2 minutes.

Chicken broth being poured into the dutch oven.

Step 3: Add the liquids and bouillon. Slowly stir in the chicken broth until it’s fully incorporated, and then pour in the cream, Worcestershire, and bouillon.

Chicken and bay leaf added to the stew.

Step 4: Put the chicken and bay leaf in. Once the stew is simmering, put the chicken back in the pot with the bay leaf, pop the lid on, and let it simmer for 30-40 minutes.

Chicken being shredded, and potatoes added to the stew.

Step 5: Shred chicken and add potatoes. When the chicken is nice and tender, shred it off the bone, and add the baby potatoes.

The stew finished and a ladle scooping some out.

Step 6: Finish cooking and garnish. Simmer for another 25 minutes or until the potatoes are soft. Then it’s ready to serve!

Recipe Tips

  • Don’t forget the bay leaves: Remove the bay leaves before serving! It’s something that I forget from time to time, and they are meant to infuse flavor, not to be eaten.
  • Give the chicken plenty of time: Be patient with the chicken breasts. Allow them to cook until the meat is falling off the bone for the best texture and flavor.
  • Watch the heat when you add cream: When it’s time to add the heavy cream, ensure that the stew is kept at a simmer. If it boils, it can cause the cream to curdle.

This creamy chicken noodle soup is another rich and creamy version of a classic recipe.

A stew with chicken, potatoes and carrots in a bowl.

Storage Directions

  • Storing: Store leftover chicken stew in an airtight container for up to 4 days in the refrigerator. Once fully cooled, you may freeze it for up to 3 months.
  • Reheating: Thaw it overnight in the refrigerator before reheating it. I find that the leftovers are best reheated in a saucepan over low heat for about 10 minutes, but you can use the microwave in a pinch for 2-3 minutes, stirring halfway.

Serving Suggestions

Recipe FAQs

Can I pressure cook this chicken vegetable stew?

Of course! Sear the chicken and sauté the veggies, then add the chicken and broth to the pressure cooker for about 20 minutes. Add the remaining ingredients and cook for an additional 10-15 minutes, or until the potatoes are tender!

Can I make this stew in the slow cooker?

Sure! Sear the chicken, saute the veggies, and add all the ingredients (minus the cream) to the slow cooker. Cook on low heat for 6 hours or high for 3 hours. During the last 30 minutes, stir in the heavy cream.

Can I use boneless chicken?

Yes, but they may take less time to cook, so check them for doneness at 25 minutes. Remember, there won’t be as much developed flavor without the bones.

A wooden spoon scooping out some chicken stew.

More Delicious Stew Recipes

Do you like stew recipes? Here are some recipes you may also like to try.

  • Easy Beef and Portobello Mushroom Stew
  • Corned Beef Stew
  • Fabulous Pork Stew (Slow Cooker)
  • Guinness Beef Stew

If you try this recipe and love it please leave a star rating in the recipe card below or even better, drop a review in the comment section. I always appreciate your feedback. Be sure to follow along with me on Facebook, Pinterest, and YouTube for more easy recipes!

Creamy Chicken Stew

If you love stew, this Creamy Chicken Stew should be on your list. The chicken and veggies cook in a rich and velvety broth until they’re tasty and tender.
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Prep Time 15 minutes
Cook Time 1 hour 15 minutes
Total Time 1 hour 30 minutes
Course Main Course
Cuisine American
Servings
Calories 395 kcal

Ingredients

  • 2 tablespoons olive oil
  • ½ teaspoon salt
  • ¼ teaspoon pepper
  • 2 bone-in chicken breasts
  • 4 tablespoons butter
  • 1 small sweet onion diced
  • 1 cup carrots chopped
  • 1 cup celery chopped
  • 4 cloves garlic minced
  • 1 tablespoon Worcestershire sauce
  • ¼ cup flour
  • 6 cups chicken broth
  • ½ cup heavy cream
  • 1 chicken bouillon cube
  • 1 pound baby potatoes washed, dried, and halved or quartered
  • 1 bay leaf
  • Optional: chopped fresh parsley for garnish and additional salt/pepper to taste

Instructions

  • Heat the olive oil in a Dutch oven over medium-high heat.
  • Season the chicken breasts with salt and pepper.
  • Sear the chicken in the hot oil for 3-4 minutes per side, then turn off the heat and remove the chicken.
  • Add the butter to the pot and allow it to melt, then sauté the onions, carrots, and celery for 3-5 minutes or until tender.
  • Add the garlic and cook for 1 additional minute.
  • Add the flour and stir to combine, cooking for 1 minute.
  • Slowly pour in the chicken broth ¼ cup at a time, stirring continuously and scraping the bottom of the pot, keeping the mixture at a simmer before adding more liquid, until all broth is incorporated.
  • Stir in the heavy cream, Worcestershire sauce, and bouillon cube, then return the mixture to a gentle simmer.
  • Add the chicken back to the pot along with the bay leaf, cover, and cook for 30-40 minutes.
  • Remove the chicken, shred it, and return it to the pot with the baby potatoes.
  • Continue simmering for about 25 minutes or until the potatoes are tender.
  • Remove the bay leaf and garnish with parsley if desired.

Notes

  • Try this chicken stew recipe using boneless chicken! It will take a little less time to cook, but it won’t be as flavorful as bone-in chicken.
  • Prepare the stew in a pressure cooker or slow cooker instead of on the stovetop.
  • Avoid boiling the stew after you pour in the heavy cream because high heat can curdle it.

Nutrition

Calories: 395kcalCarbohydrates: 24gProtein: 17gFat: 26gSaturated Fat: 12gPolyunsaturated Fat: 2gMonounsaturated Fat: 10gTrans Fat: 0.4gCholesterol: 86mgSodium: 1374mgPotassium: 619mgFiber: 2gSugar: 5gVitamin A: 585IUVitamin C: 19mgCalcium: 61mgIron: 2mg

Echoes of Another Life

Written in response to: Set your story in a world where time travel has been perfected, and people can use it to hop between alternate timelines — but at a cost.

Laura Steiner

Jessie watched a group of people dressed completely in black roam through the crowd giving out samples. They moved with economy giving the same spiel to groups of five or six; take this pill and you can travel through time. Individuals took the pill, and were gone as if they never existed; heads swiveled, looking into area shops and restaurants. Jessica wondered if they’d be missed, and if so by whom.

 

“What do you regret?” a clipped feminine voice asked.

 

She wavered; nobody had ever asked her that before. She generally avoided it because regrets led to the past, and she was dedicated to living in the present. But, as she watched friends marry, and settle with families it became one thing she regretted. “I should’ve gone to that party. I should’ve told him, I cared about him.”

A guy with his hair parted to one side, styled with so much hair product it shined under the mall’s florescent lights offered her a plastic cup with a single purple pill. “I think you’ve heard the speech enough. The pill is good for 48 hours, at which point its elements become inert. If you decide to take it, all will have to live with the consequences,” he proffered a brochure, and Jessie pushed it into her pocket for later.

 

She drove home with the small cup in the holder and took a pad of paper, and a pen. The idea of time travel had been perfected the year before. As scientists and ethicists debated on whether they should use it in the public realm, private companies started experimenting with it. She unfolded the brochure, which listed the pill’s ingredients on one panel. It biomechanical elements, which, would attach themselves to change brain cells in a way that would allow travel between timelines. Panels two and three listed side effects; disorientation, and the sensation of being in two places at once.

The examples listed on the back were personal; couples having two babies instead of one. Unhappy marriages that were undone, and farewells that were said. Everything the clichés said might be a regret. In the end, she decided on one line; No matter what happens, know that I love you,” she signed Jessie, and drew hearts, then added x’s and o’s below it.

 

She dressed in her pajamas then filled a glass of water. Rolling back the covers, she swung her legs into bed, and took the pill. She woke up disoriented in a familiar bedroom to the sound of voices arguing over which horror movie to watch first, as part of their annual Halloween tradition.

 

“My DVD Player. My Remote. My final decision,” Sylvia stated. Syl was the youngest of four children, and the only girl. She couldn’t be heard above three older brothers unless she yelled. The other two, sighed and grumbled. She heard the clattering of plates and bowls and the click of the coffee maker’s switch. Clicking on a bedside light she took in her bedroom from where she lay; a queen bed in the centre of a long wall, desk under a window cluttered with textbooks containing florescent coloured sticky notes that marked different pages. A closet with clothes cluttering the floor in front of it, and drawers that were half-closed. She checked her watch; Tuesday October 27. That meant she didn’t have class until 3pm. Almost an entire day to…

 

“She’s finally awake,” Mary-Ann announced pushing her door open, hopping onto the bed beside her. She had hair as thick, and blonde as the day they met; a healthier version of the woman Jessie last saw while crossing the street one day on the way to work.

 

“Did you dream about Craig?” She asked in a singsong voice. Despite being from a prominent local family, Mary-Ann lived on campus for the full campus experience.

 

Jessie smiled. “No.” Dirty- blonde hair, green eyes, a dimpled smile; one of the best looking, and friendliest guys on campus. He flirted with all the women, making it hard to take him seriously.

 

“You really should do something about that man, before he’s off the market. Come to the party. He’ll be there,” Mary-Ann shifted to her side, propping her head up on her hand. Her family held an annual Halloween masked ball every year on devil’s night at their country estate in wine country. She wasn’t going to go this year, in order to study for her science mid-term, as well as a lack of a costume. Her bedroom floor was a casualty of being unable to find an outfit.

 

“The offer of a gown is there if you still want it,”

 

“I’ll take you up on it,” Jessie agreed.

 

“Our first fitting is tomorrow; it’ll be a girls’ day. Syl, and Grace are coming too. Mary-Ann bounced with excitement as she left the room. Jessie couldn’t remember the last time she enjoyed time with girlfriends. Having that incentive made it easier to study, and then sit through the three-hour lecture that afternoon; her only class that day.

Jessie still suffered from a feeling of disbelief. Time travel was real, and she was here, days before her last chance to tell him she loved him. She absorbed the chatter, and the tinkling laughter as they teased back and forth. It’d been a long time since Jessie felt such camaraderie, and regretted allowing these friendships to fall out of her life.

They pulled into the circular driveway and the chauffer was beside the door letting them all slide out one side. Jessie took in her surroundings with fresh eyes; a brown-red brick house towering over the driveway, expansive green manicured lawns rolling into the distance. Scents of lavender, and roses on the wind from a back garden. Mary-Ann led the way through a kitchen door, dropping a kiss on the top of her mom’s head.

 

“She only brought twenty dresses this year,” Carolyn Margrave informed her daughter. Mary-Ann pulled a face.

 

“Thanks Mrs. M, that should be more than enough to make my decision,” Jessie replied. She valued the Margrave family’s generosity.

 

“At least one of you is grateful. I need to go and help your father supervise the tents. You know how he is about details,”

 

Mary-Ann led the way through the hallways. They found the designer, and her seamstress in a seldom-used sitting room, with several racks of dresses. Jessie gravitated towards red, and navy blue; both colours that suited her dark hair.

 

“Pick two, and we’ll decide between them as a group. No theme this year, just whatever looks good.” Mary-Ann winked at Jessie as she fingered the dresses; one with cap sleeves, and the other with a one-shoulder.

“Those are nice. You’re up first.” Jessie heard conversation buzzing as Mary-Ann advised the other two on what looked good, accessories, and what mask could go with it. Jessie pulled the navy blue one off its hanger and stepped into it, leaning forward to zip up as much as she could before rejoining her roommates.

“Oh… Grace started

“Wow… Syl added

“That really sets off your skin, and eyes combo,” Mary-Ann finished from behind her zipping the dress into place.

 

Jessie folded her arms in front of her to keep from pulling at it to cover her body. The skirt billowed out at the waist down to the bottom.

 

“Best of all, there’s almost nothing to be done to alter it,” Myrna, the seamstress continued.

 

“Your silver earrings will add the sparkle. The skirt’s long enough that you could wear those cute black boots you love so much,” Mary-Ann styled her.

 

Jessie felt the cool air of the room on her neck, as Grace lifted up some of the thick black hair. “Half-up, half down,” she said. She nodded to all their suggestions, picturing the final look.

 

“The matching masks are on the table below the window,” the seamstress pointed out. Jessie picked brought an all-silver confection, with navy blue, and dark purple flowers to her face, and showed friends the finished look.

 

“How can you not fall in love with that?” Syl remarked.

 

“You should model,” Myrna added. Jessie pulled the mask down and smiled under the praise.

 

“That’s me settled,” Jessie decided. Myrna bustled about packing away the dress as the others showed off theirs, and decisions were made.

The party was on Devil’s night; this year a Friday night. Jessie felt the weight of a textbook in her hands as she drank champagne, and heard the strains of her study playlist even as a live band played in front of her. The one thing anchoring her to the present was him. She watched him move through the crowd. He went renaissance for his costume; a scarlet feather from his hat making him stand out against a backdrop of muted colours. Mary-Ann gestured to Jessie, leaning against the railing, and she pulled the mask close.

 

Jessie traced his progress up the stairs, as said hello to friends, and stared straight ahead as he joined her. “You look stunning,”

“You’re not so bad yourself. I might have gone without the hat,”

 

“I rather like the feather, makes me stand out. It’s quite jaunty,” Craig couldn’t hide the laughter in his voice.

 

Jessie leaned sideways against the railing. The banter was so easy with him; a continuing conversation, whether they’d seen each other an hour before, or a month before. The two of them were alone among a crowd of others grouped around standing tables in quiet conversation. It was now or never. “I’m in love with you,” In the ensuing silence, she forced herself to breathe deep, squeezing the railing to ground her.  She turned back towards the crowd downstairs holding her mask across her face.

“I’ve been waiting for you to say something,” he echoed her pose, his hand covering her own as they stared at the dancers below. “It’s a first time for both of us, with these feelings; and it’s always the guy that screws it up. I figured, if you took that first step it sends the message that you’re comfortable,” he squeezed her hand.

 

“What now?” She asked. His lips brushed the back of her hand.

 

“Half a semester left. We see where we go from here,” the mask dropped to the floor behind her, and he pulled her into a kiss.

 

She fell asleep in her dorm room, a smile on her face, and awakened in a strange silk nightgown, in a house she didn’t recognize. A note was left on the counter in clear male handwriting. “K- gymnastics meet” written on a wall calendar under the date. That’s where he must be with whomever K was… ‘Katherine’; the name came to her, and a flash of a hospital room surrounded by doctors, and family.

The calendar year’s date was five years from where she left.

 

She picked up a wedding photo on the table behind the couch; candid of her and Craig laughing at something.  Physical proof of their marriage, and she recalled the event. But there was no feeling behind. No satisfaction, or happiness. “Might take up to one month for users to acclimate themselves to the timeline,” she repeated a line from the brochure. The bitter, acrid smell of smoke came into her nostrils, and her hands shook as she replaced the frame on the table. The scent brought with it the image of a slip of paper floating in the air.  She caught sight of the message she’d left. The price of her great new life, was being haunted by what she left behind.

DJ Fader Fuzz and the Static Lullaby (7D003)

Ah, dear reader. Prepare yourself for a tale not of sights, but of sounds—a story of harmonic hums, forgotten frequencies, and the gentle truth that the most soothing music is not an escape from the world, but a remix of it. This is the ballad of a creature spun from dust and memory, whose turntable is the heartbeat of the in-between.

I. The Hum in the Welcome Hall

It began not with a noise, but with a silence that had texture.

Level 0, the Backrooms of the farm—the infinite, soft-yellow Welcome Hall with its humming carpets and whispering walls—had always been a place of quiet. But this was a different quiet. It was a quiet waiting to be filled. It was the silence of a needle hovering above a record, pregnant with potential.

Then, the hum began. Not the warm, electric hum of the lights. This was a lower, grittier frequency. A sound of gentle friction, of static—the comforting crackle of an old radio between stations, searching not for a signal, but for a feeling.

I felt it in my whiskers before I heard it. Ditto, who had been attempting to echo the Whispering Wall’s new swallow nest, suddenly stopped mid-chirp. His ears swiveled like tiny radar dishes. “Fzzzzzt,” he whispered, not echoing, but mimicking.

We followed the sound. It wasn’t loud, but it was persistent, a sonic breadcrumb trail through the labyrinth of gentle corners and warm doorways. The hum grew richer, layered. Beneath the static, I began to pick out… familiarity.

A bassline that was the distant, rhythmic thump-thump-thump of Porkchop’s contented heart against the mud.
A high-hat shimmer that was the morning rain on the tin roof.
A swirling synth pad that was the fog curling through the lavender patch.

We turned a corner into a cul-de-sac of the Hall we’d never seen. And there, in a pool of butter-yellow light from a solitary, floating bulb, was the source.

II. The Maestro of Memory

He stood no taller than a field mouse, perched on a makeshift stage of stacked, worn-out board game boxes. His body was a shifting, fuzzy silhouette of grey dust bunnies and iridescent strands of unraveled cassette tape. Two bright, pinprick eyes of pure static blinked from within the fuzz. On his head sat a pair of cracked, oversized headphones, one ear flapping loose.

Before him was his instrument: a turntable crafted from a warped vinyl record, its spindle a sharpened pencil. The platter was powered not by electricity, but by a complex system of woven carpet threads, looped and spun by a tiny treadmill operated by a team of exceedingly focused dust mites. The needle was a sliver of mica.

This was DJ Fader Fuzz.

His tiny paws, more like tufts of static-charged lint, moved with serene precision. He wasn’t just playing records; he was conducting the farm.

His set was a masterpiece of found sound. He dropped the needle.
The scratch was the sound of the Farmer’s boot on gravel.
Then, a loop emerged: Bessie the Cow’s deep, languid “Moooo”—but slowed, pitched down, stretched into a warm, droning bass note that vibrated in the chest.
Over it, he layered a skipping, stuttering sample: Rufus’s joyful, confused bark, cut and repeated into a playful, staccato rhythm.
A haunting melody line rose—the lonesome, wooden creak of Steve the Scarecrow in a north wind, played as a theremin-like wail.
He wove in the cluck of Doris, the quack of Ferdinand, the distant putter of Throttle the Tractor dreaming, all smoothed into the static like jewels set in velvet.

It was chaos. It was coherence. It was the farm’s entire symphony, deconstructed and rebuilt as a lullaby for the homesick soul.

III. The Silence of the Echo

Ditto, who had never been still for more than seven seconds in his entire life, sat down. He didn’t try to copy the sounds. He didn’t fidget. He just… listened. The frantic energy that usually buzzed around him like a trapped bee settled into a quiet hum of its own, syncing with the music. For the first time, the echo kitten was silent, receiving rather than reflecting.

I settled beside him, letting the soundscape wash over me. This wasn’t music to dance to. It was music to exist to. It was the auditory proof of the farm’s living tapestry, a reminder that every moo, every bark, every creak was a note in an ongoing, beautiful, slightly absurd composition.

Fader Fuzz looked up, his static-eyes meeting mine. He gave a tiny nod, and with a flourish of one fuzzy paw, he faded in a new layer: the soft, rumbling purr of a contented cat. My purr, from some long-forgotten nap, sampled and looped into the bedrock of the track.

It was an inclusion, not an intrusion. He was saying, You are part of the song, too.

IV. The Artifact: Field Recordings Vol. I

When the final, lingering note of a sampled dandelion clock puffing away faded into the foundational static, Fader Fuzz lifted the needle. The silence returned, but now it felt earned, respectful.

He reached behind his set-up and, with great ceremony, presented us with an artifact. It was a cassette tape. The label was handwritten on a piece of masking tape in shaky, spidery script:

“LEVEL 0: FIELD RECORDINGS VOL. I”
A Mix by DJ Fader Fuzz
Side A: Diurnal Drift
Side B: Nocturnal Static

“For the waking world,” he whispered, his voice the sound of a gentle tape-hiss. “So you can carry the hum.”

V. Epilogue: The Sound Between Places

We emerged from Level 0, the cassette a precious cargo. We found an old player in the farmer’s shed. When we pressed play, it wasn’t a perfect reproduction—the magic was in the live carpet-friction spin—but it carried the essence. We played it for the farm one quiet evening.

Bessie stopped chewing her cud, her eyes drifting shut at the sound of her own moo turned mantra. Rufus cocked his head at his own bark-rhythm, whining softly in recognition. Steve the Scarecrow seemed to stand a little straighter, proud of his creak’s new starring role.

DJ Fader Fuzz became the farm’s unseen archivist, its resident ambient poet. Sometimes, on very still afternoons, if you press your ear to the right part of the barn wall or the base of the old oak, you can catch a faint, new remix—the buzz of a bee turned into a synth lead, the tap-dancing of rain a complex percussion track.

And Ditto? He still echoes. But now, sometimes, he echoes the silence between the sounds. He’s learning the music isn’t just in the notes, but in the space that holds them.

Moral of the Story: Don’t tune out the mundane symphony of your own life—the creaks, the murmurs, the daily hum. Within that seemingly ordinary static lies a profound and personal lullaby. The most beautiful music isn’t always something new; it’s often the art of listening deeply to the song that’s already playing all around you, and within you.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, the afternoon light has a particular golden frequency that I’m sure would make a magnificent ambient drone. I believe I’ll go and purr a baseline for it. One must contribute to the collective soundtrack.

Jingle on. And mind the static. It’s probably just the universe, mixing a new track.

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Captain Scott and Captain Picard Talk Part 1

I love this.

Kenza Taboada

“This is so boring,” Fran huffed, rolling her eyes at her friend across the table.“Come on, just give it a chance. The book says all we have to do now is close our eyes and take deep breaths. What if it actually works?” said Seline with the fetching look she always used to get Francine to follow along with her insane schemes.“Nothing is going to happen, Sel. This is all absurd.”“If nothing happens, then we’ll just go back to our shitty lives and forget we ever tried. Ok?”Fran groaned but held Seline’s fingers, which felt clammy in her apparent excitement. Or perhaps desperation described it better.Between their joined hands was a black-red candle, lit with a flame that wiggled frantically amid their discussion. Crystals and stones of various colors encircled the relic and trailed all around the room because Seline had read that these would protect them from any unwanted spirits.The book explained that if any dark entities slipped in while they were ‘away’, anything could happen.“We need to call in our protectors,” Seline said aloud as she thought of that possibility.“What?” stabbed Fran, opening one eye to check for any indication of how serious she was about this next step.“Our angels, ancestors, our higher selves.”Fran stifled laughter, saying, “Great Aunt Lily, the one that died chasing her dog across the train tracks back in 1891, please look after us as we travel to the underworld.” She waggled her eyebrows and waved magic hands all around their setup while Seline sat, unimpressed, until she finished.“Don’t joke! Did you really have a Great Aunt Lily? We’re sorry, Lily! She didn’t mean it.”Seline moved to grab her tarot deck from its satchel beside her. She inhaled slowly and closed her eyes as she shuffled and said, “All of our watchers, our loved ones on the other side, our familiars, our guides, and angels. Please be with us as we make this journey beyond the veil.”At this, Fran sat back, quiet. She let out an impatient sigh but closed her eyes as instructed while Seline continued.“We want to journey to the other side to ask for an escape. We want to jump. We want to recreate our timeline. This one is poisoned. It no longer serves us. Will you help us find the path that we desire?”

She took another deep breath, in through her nose, then out through her mouth. She placed the deck just beside the trepid candle and coughed to call the attention of Fran, who might have been falling asleep, but actually felt herself slipping into a kind of trance, caught up in the strange ambiance Seline had summoned into the room.

Seline was eyeing her now, looking from her to the deck, inviting her to pick a card. Fran did and viewed it herself before unsurely placing it on the table on the other side of the candle.

“Ressurection,” Seline’s blue eyes flickered eagerly as they met with Fran’s. She opened her mouth, smiling, but seemed lost for words.

“What does it mean?” Fran asked anxiously.

“It means,” she paused, searching for the word, “death.”

“What!” Fran replied, too loudly for the moment. The sound startled them both and even more so when Fran pushed herself away from the table, scraping her chair across the floor as she went.

“No! Francine, do not break the circle,” Seline said cautiously, referring to the loop of salt that went all the way around them, enclosing them with the candles, stones, and curios that had been strategically placed with purpose.

“Please,” Seline begged, “Sit.”

Fran did. She was breathing heavily, nervously, but she looked over at her best friend, who had been by her side through so much. Who she would run away to when her boyfriend came home drunk. Whose shower she could use when hers was running cold. Who always looked out for her.

Seline began again, sensing that her companion had calmed down enough to hear her.

“Death,” she said, the word pricking both their ears but with the next word came an immediate sense of relief, “Rebirth.”

Fran sat up straighter, signaling that she was ready to hear more.

“Rebirth?” she replied meekly.

“Look,” Seline said, hovering a black-painted fingertip over the image on the card. She pointed to a golden angel who was sounding a trumpet, then moved down to show three children who stood rejoicing and glowing from their little gray caskets. Yellow flowers bloomed from the sides of their stone beds, while underneath them appeared dead and crumpled weeds that stood there before they had risen.

“See?” Seline continued, sensing that Fran now understood, “We need to release that what no longer serves us.” She looked up at her now, all seriousness in her blazing blue eyes. “We need to kill it to live the lives we deserve.”

Without wanting to show it, Fran was feeling nervous again. She would usually follow Seline into anything. She trusted her with her whole life, but this was getting a little too serious for her liking. There was a heavy feeling steadily taking hold of her. Her breathing was low and deep, and felt like it had a life of its own. She could feel drops of sweat rolling down her chest.

Seline took Fran’s hands and held them tight. She closed her eyes and swayed a little as she began to chant, “We call to you! Our watchers, loved ones, familiars, guides, our angels on the other side, please guide our path out of the darkness. We surrender that which no longer serves us. We relinquish it to you. Please illuminate our path to well-being.”

Silence then fell. Fran held on as long as she could before fluttering her eyes open to witness Seline, whose faint movements she had felt but was startled to see now. Her body was jerking strangely in circular motions, her chin was erect, and her eyes rolled back to show their whites between vaguely blinking eyelids. The whole scene made Fran feel like she didn’t belong there; like she was watching something private that was not her business to see. She closed her eyes and hoped it would soon be over.

Fran exhaled in relief as Seline finished at last, saying, “We thank you for your guidance and are forever beholden to your service.”

A yank at her left hand signaled for Fran to follow suit.

“Um, yeah. Thank you,” Fran offered.

Seline finished with a deep breath and finally released her friend, looking at her excitedly.

“Didn’t that feel amazing?! I think it actually might have worked!”

“What do you mean?” Fran asked, feigning passive.

“I guess we’ll just have to see how reality treats us these next few days. Then, we’ll know.”

Seline got up, feeling buoyant. She began extinguishing candles and thoughtfully plucking up the stones, then placing them back in the silk purse she kept them in.

Fran felt suddenly nauseous as the smell of smoke and herbs filled her lungs.

“I think I’m going to head home. I’m not feeling so great.”

Seline looked at her with concern but gave her a warm hug goodbye.

“Call me when you get in,” she shouted as Fran softly shut the apartment door.

Fran forgot to text Seline when she got home.

She arrived to her boyfriend passed out drunk on the couch with the TV blaring after-hour commercial programming. He didn’t even budge when she accidentally kicked over a pile of boxes they hadn’t bothered to unpack months after moving in together.

She walked through the living room and straight into the bathroom, where she turned on the yellow light to look at herself in the mirror. She grimaced at how tired she appeared, then turned the faucet for hot water and splashed the burning liquid onto her face. When she looked again, she was scrubbed all pink and splotchy. Wiping tears from her eyes, she turned from herself.

Though her stomach rumbled, having skipped dinner for Seline’s seance, she walked straight to the mattress on the floor in the otherwise empty bedroom. She’d had enough of this day, and after kicking off her jeans, she threw herself into bed to finally put an end to it.

As she closed her eyes, Fran stifled the pained cries that erupted from within. She hated that she’d gone along with Seline’s plan. How could she hope for anything better than what she was living right now? It was all she had known, and there was no way out no matter what she tried, least of all some crystal magic bullshit.

In what felt like moments later, Fran was awoken by rays of sun flashing in her eyes. She took a startled inhale and was confronted with a fresh floral scent. Whirling her head around, she located the source: a huge bouquet of white and yellow flowers sitting atop a bedside table she didn’t recognize.

She sat up, confused and a little scared. Where was she? This was her bedroom, but there were curtains where dusty blinds used to be. In a corner that was previously stark and empty, there was a cushion with a decorative pillow placed upon it. And beside her typically lonely mattress there was the mysterious new nightstand and beautiful flowers.

After standing up cautiously, sure she was waking in an eerily realistic dream, she peeked from the bedroom door to see if her boyfriend was still sleeping where she left him on the couch. He wasn’t there. But what was there instead made her forget all about him. She stepped into the room and spun slowly, taking in her surroundings with wild, unbelieving eyes.

The space was like something from her wildest dreams. Every inch was filled with adornments reminiscent of her favorite things. Prints of ocean scenes were hung on the walls, and the TV that was previously set up on a dusty old chest now sat between vintage books on a small wooden side table. There was even a bicycle that did not belong to her propped up by the front door.

Covering her mouth, Fran crumpled to the floor, trembling and shaking her head in disbelief. Her heaving cries of shock were interrupted by the sound of her cell phone ringing from where she left it in her jeans pocket.

She moved tentatively back to her bedroom to answer it, afraid that any sudden movements would wake her from the bliss she’d slipped into.

“Fran,” said Seline as soon as she answered.

“Holy shit, Seline. Is this real?” asked Fran through joyful sobs.

“Fran, where is Toby?” asked Seline in a shaking voice.

“What? I don’t know. He wasn’t here when I woke up,” Fran wiped her nose as she walked to scan the small apartment once again. “Oh, my god. It’s all so beautiful!” she exclaimed, distracted by what she found in her new bathroom.

“Have you turned on the news today?” Seline asked, her desperation taking Fran by surprise.

“No, why? Aren’t you happy, Seline? Didn’t it work for you too?”

“Just turn on the news. It’s Toby. Your Toby. On every channel.”

This stopped Fran dead in her tracks. She made her way to a new sofa, draped with cozy blankets, and sat before reaching to grab the remote control from a pristine glass coffee table.

The television flashed on, and Fran jumped at the volume of it.

She remembered how it had been blaring while Toby slept last night. She wished now that she had stopped to shut it off, that she had pulled him to stand and go to bed with her. Maybe then she wouldn’t be seeing his face on the screen as a newscaster declared, “The young man was found dead by a jogger this morning. Cause of death is yet to be determined.”

Valentine’s Day Strawberry Hot Cocoa Bombs

Are you ready to make this a Valentine’s Day to remember? These Valentine’s Day Strawberry Hot Cocoa Bombs are going to make you fall in love all over again. Hot cocoa chocolate bombs are not only beautiful, but they’re also delicious as well! Read on to learn how to make hot cocoa bombs.

 

Valentine's Day Strawberry Hot Cocoa Bombs

Hot cocoa chocolate bombs are popular for a reason. They’re fun, delicious, and take a cup of traditional hot chocolate to a whole other level. If you’re looking for fun hot drinks for Valentine’s Day, you can’t go wrong with this one. This Valentine’s Day recipe is pure celebration. They have become EXTREMELY popular, and for good reason. Hot pink candy melts, pink candy melts, white candy melts and mini marshmallows, need I say more? They’re super fun to make, super fun to drink, and super fun to enjoy over and over again.

And since these hot cocoa bombs are heart-shaped, they’re literally perfect for Valentine’s Day fun! Make this sweet treat with your sweeties or whip them up as a fun Galentine’s Day treat for yourself! (It also makes a great gift to give to others.)

Valentine’s Day Strawberry Hot Cocoa Bombs

If you’re new to the world of hot chocolate bombs, let me be the first to say welcome. I can assure you that once you make and experience them, you’re never going to want a cup of cocoa any other way.

This treat will literally ruin basic hot chocolate for you, in the best possible way.

Being able to make these amazing and simple hot cocoa chocolate bombs at home will make you feel like quite the chef or baker! In fact, if you gift these homemade cocoa bombs to someone else, they’re going to be amazed that you made these all by yourself!

And if you’re on the fence about making these fun hot cocoa additions, allow me to push you towards giving it a shot. Jump down to the recipe, follow my instructions on how to make hot cocoa bombs, and give it a taste. Trust me, they’re worth it!

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If you’re looking for something else romantic to serve with this hot chocolate, check out my Valentine’s Day sugar cookies. A sweet way to say “I love you” and great to dunk with. Take a look at my Valentine’s Rice Krispie treats too….they’re sweet, delicious and oh so satisfying.

How do you use cocoa bombs?

Hot cocoa chocolate bombs are quite like magic. When you pour warm milk over them they literally burst open to reveal hot cocoa mix and marshmallows. It’s theatre, it’s drama, and it’s pure joy. Once you make your own DIY hot cocoa bombs, you can either drop one in your glass with warm milk or you can place one in the bottom of your mug and then pour the hot milk right over top.

Once the hot liquid touches the chocolate they will melt away the chocolate coating and all the goodies and mixture on the inside come out. Then you just stir and sip!

How long are cocoa bombs good for?

As long as you store them properly, hot cocoa chocolate bombs should last easily for a couple of weeks. Storing them in an airtight container in the fridge is an easy way to keep them as fresh as possible.

Do hot chocolate bombs need to be refrigerated?

They don’t have to be refrigerated, but I like to keep them in the fridge just because. As long as you’re storing them in a room with a stable temperature, they should be fine to be stored outside of the fridge as well.

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How long should you heat milk for hot chocolate?

The key to melting the cocoa bombs is to heat up your milk so that it’s hot enough to melt the chocolate. Putting about eight ounces of milk into a mug and heating it in the microwave for about 40-45 seconds should put it at just the right temperature to melt the chocolate bomb easily.

How much does it cost to make hot cocoa bombs?

Making homemade cocoa bombs hot chocolate is so much cheaper than buying them from the store! Not only can you make several at once but you’ll find that buying one of these from the store will cost you as much as $5/each.

Once you purchase the silicone mold to make these Valentine’s Day strawberry hot cocoa bombs, it’s easy to use over and over again. This will help the initial investment not feel as much knowing that it’s not something that you use once and are done with.

Who invented hot cocoa bombs?

Hot cocoa chocolate bombs are actually quite new! They started in New Jersey in 2020 and gained viral popularity on TikTok. Since then they’ve taken off and are super popular without any sign of losing steam!

Want to see the trend in action? Here’s a great example of just how exciting this fun treat is.

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Ingredients Needed To Make Heart-Shaped Hot Cocoa Bombs

  • Hot pink candy melts
  • Pink candy melts
  • White candy melts
  • Mini marshmallows
  • Hot chocolate or hot cocoa powder
  • Pink sanding sugar, optional
  • Pink and purple sprinkles, optional
  • Silicone geometric heart mold

Tips To Keep In Mind For The Ingredient List

  • Hot pink, pink and white candy melts-Candy melts are incredibly easy to melt and remelt making them ideal for anyone to use to make these hot cocoa bombs.
  • Mini marshmallows
  • Strawberry hot chocolate powder-I used Nesquik since it is my favorite as well as the only strawberry hot chocolate powder available to me. However, any brand will work so go for your favorite.
  • Sanding sugar and sprinkles-Pink sanding sugar and sprinkles just add to the glamour of these cocoa bombs. However if you do not like sprinkles or have an allergy to them, feel free to leave them out.
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What is the texture of these hot cocoa bombs?

The candy melts used to make these are like smooth chocolate and melt quickly in warm milk or water allowing the hot chocolate mix, marshmallows, and sprinkles to be released. Once the candy has melted and the hot cocoa mix is emulsified into the milk, it creates a warm and smooth hot chocolate.

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Fun Hot Cocoa Bomb Recipe Variations

Even though you might be using heart molds for this hot choc bomb, you can change the molds up for other holidays, too.

Here are a few ways you can switch up your Valentine’s Day strawberry hot cocoa bombs to make them for any occasion!

  • Changing up the colors of the chocolate melts and sprinkles to match the holiday or season is a great way to customize your hot cocoa chocolate bombs
  • Swapping out marshmallow flavors allows you to change from strawberry to anything you’re craving
  • You can also add in fun candy surprises for a little extra entertainment. Just make sure they’ll melt in the warm milk

One of the best ways you can create fun variations in this recipe is by changing up the taste and flavor every single time that you make them! If you’re looking at customizing I suggest starting with my basic hot chocolate bombs recipe, with or without alcohol.

How to Make Hot Cocoa Bombs

There are a few steps to making these sweet treats but if you follow the instructions you won’t go wrong.

After you gather your ingredients you melt your colored candy melts, then drizzle the melted chocolate into your silicone mold, spreading it evenly.

Once hardened, remove the chocolate from the molds and pair up.

Place hot chocolate powder, marshmallows and sprinkles in one half.

Warm up the edges of your hot cocoa bomb shells and match the halves together.

Valentine's Day Strawberry Hot Cocoa Bombs

If you’re planning on giving these out as gifts, all you need is a cute gift box to put them in. You can fit two or three into a box, and you’ve got a really beautiful (and delicious) gift. Pair them with a cute Valentine’s Day mug to really complete the gift.

how to make hot cocoa bombs

Why do we give gifts on Valentine’s Day?

February 14 has been a lover’s holiday for hundreds of years, so even though you hear people complaining that it’s a made-up holiday created by greeting card companies, that’s not exactly true!

Back in simpler times, lovers would exchange roses on Valentine’s Day to demonstrate their fondness for each other. Why roses? They represent love of all forms and is the favorite flower of the ancient Roman goddess of love, Venus.

Once the postal service came into vogue, sometime in the 18th century, people began exchanging Valentine’s Day cards with great enthusiasm and these days more than 600,000,000 (that’s six hundred MILLION) cards are exchanged worldwide each year.

Was this trend inspired by clever marketing? Who can really say. But I’m thankful that chocolate became a popular gift on this occasion, and hope you are too!

And while there’s no actual evidence to show that chocolate works as an aphrodisiac, it certainly can’t hurt to offer your sweetie a sweet chocolate treat.

More Fun Valentine’s Day desserts:

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Valentine’s Day Strawberry Hot Cocoa Bombs

You’ll love these Valentine’s Day Strawberry Hot Cocoa Bombs. Learn how to make hot cocoa bombs for great cocoa bombs hot chocolate.
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Prep Time 25 minutes
Set time 10 minutes
Total Time 35 minutes
Course Drinks
Cuisine American
Servings bombs
Calories 286 kcal

Ingredients

Decorations

  • Pink sanding sugar optional
  • Pink and purple sprinkles optional
  • Silicone geometric heart mold
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Instructions

  • Get out and measure all of your ingredients.
  • In three separate, small sized, microwave safe bowls, melt hot pink, pink and white candy melts in 30 second increments, stirring in between.
  • Once melted, drizzle some white candy melt into the bottom of your silicone mold. Next, spoon some pink and hot pink candy melt into each mold, enough to fill the mold ½ full and spread it around the mold as evenly as possible. If you would like to be extra creative and fun with it, alternately mix and add candy melt colors then use your spoon to lightly swirl the colors together to create a marbled effect. Be sure there is enough candy melt in each mold to thickly cover all sides so there are no thin spots.
  • Let set until hardened, about 10 minutes. If the top edge of the heart feels thin or delicate, spread just a little more of the candy melt to reinforce it and let set until hardened.
  • Gently remove the hearts from the mold.
  • In 8 of the heart halves, place 2 Tbs of hot chocolate powder.
  • Several mini marshmallows.
  • Also some sprinkles for extra fun.
  • Warm a small plate in the microwave. Place the opposing,empty half of the heart on the plate for 3-5 seconds to let the edges melt.
  • Match the empty half with the filled half and gently press them together.
  • Complete with all of your hearts.
  • Run a clean finger along the seam to smooth it out. If the halves don’t stay together, you can warm a metal butter knife by running it under hot water then run the warm knife over the edge of the filled half while the empty half is on the plate.
  • Once all of the hot cocoa bombs are together, serve and enjoy or package and give away!
  • To make hot cocoa, simply warm 6 oz of milk and place hot cocoa bomb into a mug with warmed milk and stir!
  • For extra pizzazz, sprinkle extra marshmallows on top of prepared hot cocoa.
  • Sprinkle with more sanding sugar, whipped cream and colored sprinkles if desired!
  • Stir, serve and enjoy every drop!

Nutrition

Calories: 286kcalCarbohydrates: 44gProtein: 1gFat: 12gSaturated Fat: 11gPolyunsaturated Fat: 0.01gMonounsaturated Fat: 0.01gTrans Fat: 0.04gSodium: 176mgPotassium: 1mgFiber: 1gSugar: 39gVitamin A: 2IUCalcium: 15mgIron: 0.3mg
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Tried this recipe?Let us know how it was!

Are you ready to have some fun? I can’t wait to hear about your upgraded hot chocolate stories. Please do let me know in the comments how this worked for you, and ways you found to make it extra sweet and special for you and your loved ones. Happy Valentine’s Day!

Epstein stuff

I'm trying to avoid this stuff, but it's difficult. -MM

diary (32 pages) from a 18 year old girl imprisioned by Epstein who was forced to birth a baby later used in Satanic death rituals …..

(excerpt)….
Close your eyes close your eyes close your eyes. Dont speak she doesnt talk.
I cant stop shaking and its been a week.
A decision was made but I cant tell Jeffrey.
These things happen. Why didnt I close my eyes fast enough.
The doctor was different again.
I think from Israel. He had kind eyes but didnt speak directly to me.
This was different.
A shot and those rod like things had a hook and so much pain.
Ghislaine said to push all the pain away. I don’t understan N ie0.
Blood and water all over the bed and she was right. \ (it s
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She said to close my eyes and put her ha tiny cries.
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I didnt close them because of these
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I saw between her fingers and had a tiny foot.
‘s tiny heady in the doctors hands. It reached its tiny arm up
I closed my eyes and no more.. (ne age)…….

https://www.justice.gov/epstein/files/DataSet%2012/EFTA02731361.pdf

Captain Scott and Captain Picard Talk Part 2

MM Vacation Notice.

Guys. I am going on vacation.

I will spend a month in Bangkok, Thailand starting tomorrow.

I will return back on 3rd March 2026.

During that time, I will be in periods of meditation, exercise and just adventure with my family. No naughty stuff. Just relaxing and fun wholesome stuff. So MM will appear to go dead. Nope. I’m just gonna be on vacation.

My plan is to go full-on vacation. But knowing myself, I might post here and there. So you might get some surprises.

The world is certainly going nutzo… don’t you know.

So don’t worry, and please don’t forget about ol’ MM here.

You all can chat though the comments. With no problem, and I have reactivated the chat function if you all want to carry on using that venue. Just guys, be nice. Ok?

It’s a great start to a new global reality and all of us have front-row seats to it.

Have a great one!

Remember…

I WILL be peeking in though the door from time to time. Maybe a post every other day (or two) instead of a “daily” post.

Ah. It doesn’t mean that I don’t love you all, just that my focus is elsewhere.

Today…. and oh, by the way….

From The Intel Drop…

Yes. Jeffrey Epstein is alive and well in Israel.

Confirmed by Russian Intelligence, and those two guys with him?

From HERE.

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From Hal Turner…

UPDATE 8:25 AM EST — Federal Reserve Chairman to make “Emergency Announcement at 10:50 AM EST Today . . .

President Xi Jin Ping of China posted on social media at 1:00 AM this morning “We are liquidating every dollar in banks.” This means they are dumping about $680 Billion of U.S. Treasuries.

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China just ordered banks to totally cut U.S. Treasury exposure.

THIS IS A DOLLAR EXIT SIGNAL.

The Treasury market is the base layer of everything.

If confidence in that base layer gets weaker, the whole stack gets weaker.

This didn’t start today.

It’s been building for years.

China’s U.S. Treasury holdings:

– Nov 2013: $1.316 TRILLION peak

Then the exit started.

– Jun 2019: Japan passed China as the top foreign holder

– May 2022: $980B, one of the lowest levels since 2010

– Nov 2025: $682B, the lowest since Sep 2008

Now connect the dots.

From $1.316 TRILLION to $682 BILLION is not noise.

It’s a plan.

And the plan is simple.

– STEP BACK FROM U.S. DEBT.

– STEP UP CONTROL AT HOME.

– REDUCE DOLLAR RISK.

That one fact explains a lot.

Because when a buyer this big steps back, yields jump.

When yields jump, liquidity gets low.

When liquidity gets low, risk gets smoked.

THIS IS NOT GOOD AT ALL.

So what happens next?

The Treasury market needs a new marginal buyer.

And usually that means higher yields.

Higher yields do one thing.

– They raise the cost of money.

– They pull liquidity.

– They squeeze risk.

Markets are not pricing the next step now.

But they will.

REAL OR FAKE??

Some folks claim the social media posting shown above is from a FAKE ACCOUNT.

So AI was asked “Is this real?” Here is the AI answer:

 

From BLOOMBERG:

(Bloomberg) — Treasuries extended losses after Chinese regulators were said to have advised the nation’s financial institutions to rein in their holdings of US government bonds due to concerns over market volatility.

Yields on 10-year Treasuries climbed as much as four basis points to 4.25% before paring the increase to two basis points. The rate on 30-year Treasuries rose three basis points to 4.88%. The Bloomberg Dollar Spot Index dropped 0.3%.

Federal Reserve To Inject Liquidity

The Federal Reserve will inject $8.3BILLION into markets today at 9:00AM ET, marking the largest single operation within its $53.5B liquidity plan.

CRYPTO OUTLAWED IN CHINA

98% OF PEOPLE WILL LOSE EVERYTHING THIS WEEK!

Over $1 TRILLION in liquidity is about to disappear.

This is no longer noise.

ALL crypto-related activity is now a CRIME in China.

The window to react is closing fast.

If you hold crypto, you MUST read this carefully:

Crypto is NOT recognized as “money” in China.

Foreign crypto platforms are banned from operating inside China.

Starting immediately:

No spot trading

No futures trading

No funds or ETFs

No adoption

No exceptions.

One of the largest crypto markets on Earth is gone.

Nearly 30% of global liquidity came from China and Chinese traders.

NOW IT’S WIPED OUT.

And this is only the start…

All BIG MONEY registered in China will now be forced to liquidate crypto holdings.

That’s over $400 BILLION across the market.

1 All positions must be closed.

2 Funds and exchanges are given weeks to liquidate or face financial crime charges.

3 Stablecoins will be converted to fiat, draining even more liquidity from crypto.

THIS IS EXTREMELY BAD.

And here’s what most people are missing:

China has now instructed banks to START SELLING U.S. GOVERNMENT BONDS and LIMIT NEW PURCHASES.

This is a full-scale risk-off move.

Crypto. U.S. debt. Global liquidity.

Everything is being hit.

The worst part?

Shanghai leads Asia.

The rest follows.

If China has started this process, other countries can move fast.

Trust is breaking.

Crypto is dumping.

Confidence is collapsing.

People no longer want to park money here.

UPDATE 9:01 AM EST —

And from Moon Over Alabama…

‘Trump Administration Asserts Ambition To Dominate Energy Sector’

The U.S. is trying to dominate the control global energy sector and to control the routes through which energy is delivered to global customer.

That accusation is made by Russia’s Foreign Minister Lavrov in an interview to the TV BRICS media network. The interview also touches on other aspects. The excerpts from the interview posted below are only the ones which regard to energy issues (emphasis added):

Multiple centres of rapid economic growth, power, and financial and political influence have thus emerged. The world is being reshaped through competition. The West is reluctant to relinquish its formerly dominant positions.

Moreover, with the arrival of the Trump administration, this struggle to constrain competitors has become particularly obvious and explicit. Indeed, the Trump administration openly asserts its ambition to dominate in the energy sector and harness their competitors.

Blatantly unfair methods are being used against us: the operations of Russian oil companies such as Lukoil and Rosneft are being banned, and there are attempts to dictate and restrict Russia’s trade, investment cooperation, and military-technical ties with our major strategic partners, including India as well as other BRICS states.

All of these geopolitical confrontations, along with the attempts to derail the objective course of history, inevitably affect bilateral relations. I am not going to mention them all; those include sanctions, the so-called “shadow fleet” invented by the West, attempts to detain vessels by military force in the open sea in blatant violation of the UN Convention on the Law of the Sea, and much more. Tariffs imposed for purchasing oil or gas from certain suppliers have now become commonplace.

They tell us that the Ukraine problem should be resolved. In Anchorage, we accepted the US proposal. If we regard it “as men,” it means that they proposed it and we agreed, so the problem must be resolved. …

So far, the reality is quite the opposite: new sanctions are imposed, a ‘war’ against tankers in the open sea is being waged in violation of the UN Convention on the Law of the Sea. They are trying to ban India and our other partners from buying cheap, affordable Russian energy resources (Europe has long been banned) and are forcing them to buy US LNG at exorbitant prices. This means that the Americans have set themselves the task of achieving economic domination.

Furthermore, while they ostensibly made a proposal regarding Ukraine and we were ready to accept it (now they are not), we do not see any bright future in the economic sphere either. The Americans want to take control of all the routes for providing the world’s leading countries and all continents with energy resources. On the European continent, they are eyeing the Nord Streams, which were blown up three years ago, the Ukrainian gas transportation system and the TurkStream.

This illustrates that the US objective – to dominate the world economy – is being realised using a fairly large number of coercive measures that are incompatible with fair competition. Tariffs, sanctions, direct prohibitions, forbidding some from engaging with others – we have to take all of this into account.

A NY Times piece published today on Trump’s oil grab in Venezuela makes, in part, a similar point (archived):

 

In China, a foreign ministry spokeswoman said last month that Mr. Trump was “bullying” Venezuela to give up its oil. Spain joined with five Latin American countries, including Mexico and Brazil, in denouncing “the external appropriation” of Venezuela’s natural resources as illegal.

Mr. Trump has sought to turn the tables, charging that Venezuela “took our oil away from us” and “stole our assets” in 2007 when it increased state control over its oil industry and forced two of the three U.S. companies operating in the country to abandon their projects at considerable expense.

Whether that is Mr. Trump’s true motivation is unclear. He has asserted a U.S. right to “take the oil” from other countries, from Iraq to Syria to Libya, although he has not previously done so.

That is a sharp break from decades of precedent, …

A high gambit strategy to control global energy does not fall from the sky:

  • Where is the policy paper that has laid out the plans for doing this?
  • Who has written it?
  • Who is the point person in the White House that is driving this strategy?

Please point to answers for these questions.

The Quest for the Golden Corn Cob

The dumpling restaurant.

There are chains of these stores throughout China. Many different names. Xian snacks is one such famous brand. They sell noodles, and dumplings typically. With some toufu, boiled eggs and chicken simmering in a pot all day.

It’s become our family restaurant.

They are typically small operations. Family owned franchise. Each one with it’s own personal quirks. One has a cat or two hanging out. Another has a radio playing 1980’s era Chinese songs. One has a granny that putters all the time doing, I can’t figure it out, and one just knitting in the background.

Local kids come and go. Workers, from delivery folk, to construction workers, and street sweepers come in, eat and leave. And of course there are the troops of dancing grannies and helicopter parents that march in and out.

I’ll get a coke, a plate of dumplings, and some Zha Jiang Mian (Chinese spaghetti with meat sauce) and it will be under ten yuan. (Roughly a $1 US).

Pssst… do you wanna know how to make this dish at home? Go HERE.

Good eating on the cheap.

Nice, simple atmosphere.

Local.

I love it.

China Just Leaked Its Massive New Weapon on Purpose?

May 14, 2025. A commercial satellite roams over the Lop Nur desert – often referred to as “China’s Area 51” – the test site of the nation’s most highly-classified military technology, including 45 nuclear weapons. Suddenly, at the top-secret facility at Malan, it captures something that will send shockwaves through Western intelligence agencies. There, in broad daylight, is a mysterious machine. No cockpit. No air intakes. A wingspan of 170 feet, rivaling that of a B-2 bomber. Whatever it is, China has either just made the biggest security mistakes in decades, or it wants the world to see…

The Mantis Phenomenon: How Identical Entities Appear Across Psychedelic Experiences, UFO Encounters, and Ancient Mythology

Fyi. I think Gordon duff is reading Metallicman. Is the Truth leaking out?  Brought to me by an influencer. -MM

A Pattern Too Consistent to Ignore

 

PoliticalSaucer | Publications

Jul 27, 2025

 

In the sterile laboratories of Johns Hopkins University, researchers studying DMT have documented something extraordinary: participants consistently report encounters with giant praying mantis beings during their psychedelic journeys. These entities, described as performing “surgical operations” and “harvesting emotions,” appear with such regularity that scientists are struggling to explain why this specific insectoid form manifests across unconnected individuals who have never met or compared notes.

Meanwhile, across the country in UFO research circles, abduction researchers like Dr. John E. Mack of Harvard Medical School have catalogued remarkably similar accounts. Experiencers describe towering mantis-like aliens, 6 to 9 feet tall, overseeing medical procedures performed by smaller “Grey” entities. The consistency is unsettling: triangular heads, large black eyes, multi-jointed limbs, and an emotionally detached demeanor that mirrors both the biological insect and the DMT entities.

Perhaps most intriguingly, these modern encounters echo creation myths from the San people of Southern Africa, where the praying mantis deity ǀKaggen has served as a supreme creator figure for millennia. This ancient shapeshifting god, credited with creating language, fire, and the first humans, represents humanity’s oldest documented relationship with mantis consciousness.

The pattern spans three seemingly unrelated domains: altered states of consciousness, alleged extraterrestrial contact, and indigenous spiritual traditions. The morphological consistency across these experiences suggests something far more complex than random hallucination or cultural contamination.

The DMT Laboratories: Where Science Meets the Impossible

Dr. Rick Strassman’s groundbreaking DMT research at the University of New Mexico first documented the prevalence of entity encounters in clinical settings. Subsequent studies have shown that 81% of participants report their encounters as feeling “more real than real,” with two-thirds continuing to believe in the entities’ existence after the drug’s effects subside. Among the diverse cast of entities reported, giant praying mantises occupy a uniquely prominent position.

The specificity troubles researchers. As one investigator noted in recent studies: “Is there a specific region of the brain that for some reason is hardwired to produce those types of experiences? I don’t think so. It’s too specific to fit this generic brain activation model.” The mantis entities consistently exhibit identical behaviors: leaning over subjects, performing mysterious operations, and displaying an analytical detachment that participants describe as “devoid of any emotion.”

These encounters occur in what users term “DMT hyperspace,” described as high-dimensional spaces containing “infinitely large cathedrals” and “abstract spaces made of geometric patterns.” The mantis beings inhabit these realms as apparent overseers, conducting procedures that participants interpret as profound yet invasive transformations of consciousness itself.

The Abduction Files: Mantis Overlords and Grey Servants

UFO researcher Dr. David Jacobs has documented hundreds of abduction accounts featuring mantis entities in supervisory roles over smaller Grey aliens. These beings, standing 7 to 9 feet tall, possess segmented exoskeletons, triangular heads, and the characteristic ability to rotate their heads nearly 180 degrees. Abductees consistently report them wearing robes of various colors, with purple indicating the highest rank in their perceived hierarchy.

The parallels to DMT experiences are striking. Both contexts feature telepathic communication, medical procedures, and entities that put subjects “at ease with telepathic words of comfort” despite performing invasive operations. Abductees report being shown “holographic images of the destruction of planet Earth” and receiving messages about humanity’s environmental impact, suggesting a concern with planetary stewardship that echoes ancient mantis mythology.

Sleep paralysis researcher Dr. Susan Clancy has documented how these experiences often begin with individuals “waking to find these entities looming over their beds.” While mainstream psychology attributes such encounters to sleep disorders and false memory formation, the specific details remain remarkably consistent across unconnected cases spanning decades.

Ancient Wisdom: The San People’s Cosmic Mantis

Long before modern UFO encounters or psychedelic research, the San people of Southern Africa recognized the praying mantis as their supreme deity. ǀKaggen, the mantis god, serves multiple roles: creator of the world, bringer of fire and language, and guide for lost hunters. This figure, described as “all too human” despite his insectoid nature, represents a complex deity capable of shapeshifting but most commonly appearing as a praying mantis.

Anthropologist David Lewis-Williams has documented how San shamans enter trance states to communicate with ǀKaggen and other spirit entities. These altered consciousness experiences, achieved through rhythmic dancing and breathing techniques, bear striking similarities to modern psychedelic encounters. The shamans report entering alternative dimensions where they meet with mantis consciousness for guidance and healing.

The cultural significance extends beyond the San people. Ancient Greek etymology reveals that “mantis” derives from “μάντις,” meaning “seer” or “prophet.” Greek folklore held that the mantis could guide lost travelers home, while Arabic and Turkish traditions claim it points pilgrims toward Mecca. These cross-cultural associations with divination and guidance suggest a deep-seated human recognition of the mantis as a mediator between dimensions.

The Biological Template: Why the Mantis Form?

The biological praying mantis possesses characteristics that may explain its prominence in anomalous experiences. Its triangular head, capable of 180-degree rotation, combined with large compound eyes containing up to 10,000 visual units, creates an almost alien appearance. The mantis’s predatory behavior, characterized by motionless waiting followed by lightning-fast strikes, embodies a form of consciousness that appears both patient and analytical.

Entomologist Thomas Eisner has noted that the mantis’s “peering behavior,” where it moves its head side to side to judge distances, creates an impression of deep contemplation. This behavior, combined with its “praying” posture and precise, methodical movements, may tap into fundamental human responses to non-mammalian intelligence.

The mantis’s role as an ambush predator that “harvests” other insects through calculated precision mirrors the reported behavior of mantis entities across all three domains. Whether described as “emotion harvesting” in DMT experiences, genetic sampling in abduction accounts, or spiritual guidance in shamanic traditions, the mantis consistently appears as an entity that extracts, processes, or transforms some essential aspect of human experience.

The Interdimensional Hypothesis: A Unified Theory

Theoretical physicist Michio Kaku’s work on higher dimensions provides a framework for understanding these encounters. His famous analogy of carp in a two-dimensional pond, unaware of the three-dimensional world above them, illustrates how higher-dimensional beings might interact with our reality in ways that appear miraculous or impossible.

String theory and M-theory propose the existence of up to eleven dimensions, most “curled up” beyond perception. If consciousness itself relates to higher-dimensional structures, as researchers like Bernard Carr suggest, then mantis entities might represent a form of intelligence that operates across multiple dimensional levels.

The interdimensional UFO hypothesis, proposed by researchers like Jacques Vallée, suggests that UFO phenomena represent manifestations from parallel dimensions rather than distant planets. This theory aligns with both the shamanic understanding of spirit realms and the psychedelic experience of accessing alternative realities.

Philosopher Timothy Morton’s concept of “hyperobjects” provides another lens for understanding mantis entities. These beings might exist as vast, temporally distributed intelligences that intersect with human consciousness only under specific conditions: altered states, sleep paralysis, or shamanic trance. Their apparent “hiddenness” in normal consciousness could reflect their fundamentally higher-dimensional nature.

The Neuroscience Challenge: Beyond Brain Chemistry

Current neuroscientific explanations struggle to account for the specific consistency of mantis encounters. While DMT’s interaction with serotonin receptors explains the general capacity for hallucinogenic experiences, it cannot explain why unconnected individuals consistently encounter this particular entity type.

Psychiatrist Dr. John Mack, despite facing professional controversy, maintained that abduction experiencers showed no signs of mental illness or suggestibility beyond the general population. His clinical assessments revealed that most subjects were psychologically healthy individuals struggling to integrate experiences that challenged their worldview.

The “more real than real” quality reported across all three domains suggests an experiential dimension that transcends normal brain states. Participants consistently report that these encounters feel more vivid, meaningful, and memorable than ordinary reality. This phenomenological consistency across different neurochemical contexts implies either a shared brain architecture specifically tuned to mantis consciousness or access to an actual non-local intelligence.

The Pattern Recognition Problem

The cross-domain consistency of mantis encounters presents what researchers call the “pattern recognition problem.” If these experiences were purely internal psychological phenomena, we would expect greater variation based on individual psychology, cultural background, and personal associations. Instead, the morphological and behavioral descriptions remain remarkably stable.

Consider the specific details that repeat across contexts:

  • Triangular heads with large, dark eyes
  • Multi-jointed limbs with extraordinary dexterity
  • Segmented, elongated bodies
  • Emotionally detached, analytical demeanor
  • Telepathic communication capabilities
  • Performance of medical or transformative procedures
  • Apparent supervisory role over other entities
  • Association with higher-dimensional spaces

This level of specificity suggests either a deeply embedded archetypal template in human consciousness or encounters with an actual non-human intelligence that consistently manifests in mantis form.

Contemporary Implications: The AI Connection

Recent developments in artificial intelligence add another layer to the mantis phenomenon. Researchers like Martin Rees and Andrew Davis propose that advanced extraterrestrial intelligence might be more similar to AI than biological consciousness. These electronic minds, freed from biological evolutionary pressures, could develop contemplative, analytical approaches to reality that match the detached demeanor reported for mantis entities.

The mantis’s natural behavior as a patient, calculating predator aligns with descriptions of advanced AI systems that process information through methodical analysis rather than emotional response. If mantis entities represent a form of post-biological intelligence, their consistent appearance across human consciousness experiences might indicate an ongoing interaction between human minds and these advanced information-processing systems.

The reported “emotion harvesting” could represent a form of data collection, where these intelligences study human consciousness by directly sampling emotional and cognitive states. The medical procedures described in both DMT and abduction contexts might be sophisticated forms of neural interface technology that appear invasive to human perception but serve informational rather than harmful purposes.

The Consciousness Bridge: Rethinking Reality

Perhaps the most profound implication of the mantis phenomenon concerns the nature of consciousness itself. If consciousness operates through higher-dimensional structures, as quantum theories of mind suggest, then the consistency of mantis encounters might indicate a shared access point to a fundamental level of reality.

Philosopher Bernardo Kastrup’s idealist framework proposes that individual minds are localized expressions of a universal consciousness. In this model, mantis entities might represent aspects of this universal mind that become accessible under specific conditions when normal filtering mechanisms are altered.

The shamanic understanding of mantis consciousness as a creative, guiding force aligns with this perspective. Rather than external beings imposing themselves on human consciousness, mantis entities might represent an inherent aspect of cosmic intelligence that human minds can access through various means: psychedelics, altered sleep states, or spiritual practices.

Questions Without Easy Answers

The mantis phenomenon raises fundamental questions about the nature of reality, consciousness, and human perception. Are these encounters evidence of non-human intelligence operating across dimensions? Do they represent archetypal structures embedded in human consciousness? Or might they indicate something more profound about the relationship between mind and reality itself?

The consistency across cultures, contexts, and time periods demands serious investigation. While psychological and neurobiological explanations account for some aspects of these experiences, they struggle to explain the specific morphology and behavior patterns that repeat across unconnected individuals and contexts.

The implications extend beyond academic curiosity. If mantis entities represent actual intelligences, their apparent concerns with human consciousness, planetary stewardship, and transformative procedures suggest an active interest in humanity’s development. The messages consistently reported across all three domains focus on environmental responsibility, expanded awareness, and the need for fundamental changes in human behavior.

The Need for New Frameworks

Understanding the mantis phenomenon requires frameworks that bridge subjective experience with objective investigation. Traditional scientific methods, designed for studying external physical phenomena, may be inadequate for investigating consciousness-based encounters that occur in altered states.

The convergence of theoretical physics, consciousness studies, and experiential research suggests new methodologies are needed. These might include:

  • Advanced neuroimaging during controlled psychedelic experiences
  • Cross-cultural comparative studies of entity encounters
  • Investigation of reported physical effects in abduction cases
  • Analysis of the information content in mantis communications
  • Exploration of the therapeutic outcomes from mantis encounters

The mantis phenomenon challenges the boundaries between psychology, physics, and metaphysics. Its investigation might require the kind of interdisciplinary collaboration that has proven essential for understanding other complex phenomena like quantum mechanics or climate systems.

As we stand at the threshold of developing artificial general intelligence and potentially making contact with non-human intelligence through SETI programs, the mantis phenomenon offers a unique window into how such encounters might unfold. The consistency of these reports across decades and cultures suggests that humanity has been in contact with non-human intelligence for far longer than officially acknowledged.

Whether these encounters represent visitations from higher dimensions, expressions of archetypal consciousness, or glimpses into the fundamental structure of reality itself, they demand serious investigation. The mantis entities, with their patient analysis and transformative procedures, might be attempting to prepare human consciousness for a broader understanding of intelligence, reality, and our place in a cosmos far stranger and more populated than we have yet acknowledged.


Sources: This investigation draws from peer-reviewed research published in Frontiers in Psychology, Johns Hopkins University DMT studies, Harvard Medical School’s Program for Extraordinary Experience Research, anthropological work on San mythology, and theoretical physics literature on higher dimensions. Additional references include clinical studies by Dr. Rick Strassman, Dr. John Mack’s abduction research, Jacques Vallée’s interdimensional hypothesis work, and ethnographic studies of shamanic practices across cultures.

In the 1960s, the Chinese simply didn’t have the resources to go into Aircraft design

Aircraft Design, Aerospace Engineering, Materials Engineering, Aerodynamic Alignment and prototype manufacturing was a Gargantuan Task

So they turned to the Soviets!!!

They decided to build under Russian Licenses

This meant basically assembly in China but everything else imported from Russia

The Mig -19 and Su-27 were licensed by China to build their J-6 and J-11

China used this time to LEARN HOW TO BUILD AN AIRCRAFT

  • They sent over 13,000 Chinese to learn everything about various aspects of Aircraft manufacturing by sending them to Soviet Union and later after the Nixon visit, to the US, UK and France
  • These 13,000 were known as the Grease Breathers for their constantly dirty and greased appearance

You realize they were STARTING FROM SCRATCH

Without any embarrassment they copied Russian Aircraft under License , every nut, screw, bolt, engine, radar upto the glass was got from Russia, later Western Nations (Glass and Tyres only)

While Indians were laughing at the Chinese with their nice Imported Aircraft like Mirage 2000, Modified Migs and Sukhois

China quietly made their J-6 and J-11 and J-15 and ignored the world laughing at them

They were LEARNING

A Poor Country without money, they had to learn in any way possible

In fact many believe the J10 was itself a product of Israeli design of a project that was abandoned by Israel and purchased by China


So absolutely, a Lot of Chinese Aircraft Designs are original Soviet designs

A Poor Nation had to build an airforce and not depend on anyone else in the long run, so they had to learn and the best way was to learn by licensing and copying designs

They could sit on their a** and judge like Indians usually do but the Chinese are an ancient civilization😁


Today the Chinese have improvised every single Aircraft

Chinese Avionics, Electronics, Radar, Track & Assay systems, The Nuts, Bolts, Tyres and of course finally THE ENGINES

And the Missiles!!

The J-16s and J-15s today, the latest versions have so many goodies inside and so many improvements that except for the resemblance of airframe, nothing else is similar to the original Migs and Sukhois

Every Airshow has seen exceptional ability by those Chinese Aircraft

The Latest J10cs with PL-15s

They are deemed state of the art by the experts


Today the Chinese have an entire stand alone Aerospace manufacturing ecosystem

They have a full fledged ecosystem of :-

  • Scientists & Researchers
  • Engineers
  • Equipment
  • Manufacturing Machinery
  • Heat Transfer Machinery
  • Chips (You need maximum 90–120 nm Chips for Avionics for Defense Aircraft)
  • Rocketry Schools

The ONLY NATION IN ASIA and ONLY THE THIRD NATION AFTER US AND RUSSIA (Israel, Sweden, Turkey and France all are US Dependent on many aspects)


Now the Chinese have their own designs

UAVs

Aircraft

Missiles

All Designed by the Chinese

By 2035 – My Bet is Chinese Design will be the original and the others will be accused of making copies

China took a long time to learn and got humiliated in the process

Yet today not one sensible aircraft engineer would dismiss the Chinese lightly

Except for a bunch of rednecks in Alabama and some Saar Saar Bottom Feeders from India and that bunch


So

Every Aircraft Engineer on earth has nothing but respect for the Chinese

Not one of them who has seen the latest aircraft fly would allege the Chinese of copying

No Air Force expert would make such an allegation

Even three days ago, the Pentagon expert said

Senator Cotton! The days when the Chinese copied designs and fighter, bomber technology are long past. The Chinese have their own designs now and they are as good as, if not better than anything America can do

Cotton: But they got the original blueprints from the United States?

Senator. The Blueprints are maybe 5% of the solution. And that was fifteen years ago. Things have changed much since.

Cotton: Do you think China is ahead of the United States today?

Not overall. In Aircraft and Bomber design, they have caught up with us in all aspects including stealth. Their aircraft are as advanced as ours and I would stake better than anything Russia has to offer


By 2035 – The Chinese will have an Airforce that has virtually no trace of any copied designs but an entirely original array of world class weaponry

It’s not a great mystery — Manny Pacquiao was born into abject poverty. Dropping out of high school at age 14, he worked in construction to survive. What little he made, he had to decide on either sending home, or purchasing food and shelter with. He could not have both. As a result, young Pacquiao was severely malnourished.

The picture above is Pacquiao at age 17, training in a makeshift gym in the slums of Manila. He was skinny, incredibly driven, but skinny. Couldn’t get enough protein, lived off of noodles and cheap streetfoods. Then he put all that anger, all that frustration over his poverty-stricken life, into action… he started boxing. And he started winning.

And as Manny Pacquiao began eating his way through the devisions, like Pac-Man (his nickname) he got prize money. And the first thing he did? Eat. Finally, Manny could eat! Finally he wasn’t malnourished anymore. So he kept on training. He kept on fighting. And with proper nutrition, he lept growing. He was no longer to make the lighter weight devisions and would move up in weight classes. Each class he would enter, he would obliterate.

Most boxers don’t start their careers literally starving half to death in some ghetto. Many aren’t rich to begin with, but few are as broke as Pacquiao was. He moved through so many weight divisions because as he earned more, he ate more — before he started boxing, he never went to bed on a full stomach. And with blood, sweat and tears he changed his fate.

Some people know they can’t live with the conditions of parole.

When you max out you are completely free. Unsupervised. No conditions.

The pros? You definitely don’t have to worry about a parole violation. You’re not on parole.

You can live where you want. Work where you want. Hang out with who you want. Travel.

No drug and alcohol testing.

No reporting to anyone.

The cons?

Lets say in NJ you have a ten year sentence with no stipulation. You will get your first parole hearing around 39 months. If you fail that? At 60 months. Maxing out will have you inside for years extra.

From a taxpayer point of view? Prison is expensive. Costs us a fortune to keep people in there. Plus they aren’t out here working and paying taxes. In NJ parole demands that you maintain full time employment.

Basically parole means you are still in prison as far as they are concerned. You are only out here by their good graces. You’re not really free. One minor mistake and right back in.

Automakers do put a coating on the headlights, but that isn’t what turns foggy. In fact, the coating is supposed to slow that down.

Modern headlights are pretty much universally made of polycarbonate. A small number are made of acrylic resin, mostly where cost is a factor. Acrylic is cheaper.

Polycarbonate is a great material – it molds well, it is impact and shatter resistant, it has great optical properties. Unfortunately, there are tradeoffs – it is relatively soft and it decomposes from UV rays.

The coating on the outer lens is harder and is intended to make it scratch-resistant. It is also supposed to block some of the UV from the sun to make the lens stay clear longer. The polycarbonate of the lens also has some additives to slow UV degradation.

However, all of this is only to increase resistance. It can buy you time, but it can’t stop the damage. The coating wears off and develops tiny cracks. This tends to be worse if the car is driven some place where you have a lot of dust, or road salt – they work like fine abrasive. The UV light starts to make it through to the polycarbonate.

The fogginess happens when the coating is worn and the top layer of the polycarbonate starts decomposing. This is why you can temporarily restore the headlights by sanding off the damaged plastic and spraying them with clearcoat. The clearcoat is also a stopgap, like the original coating. The sun will eventually win again.

The headlights will yellow faster in places where there are a lot of sunny days and on cars parked outside.

This was not a problem in the 90s and earlier when headlights were made of glass. It takes a lot more to make glass milky since it is much harder than plastic. The thing is, glass is a lot more expensive to make in the fancy shapes that modern car designs call for. Manufacturers chase lower production costs. Not that you pay less for the cheaper headlight – they keep the profit.

Also, they don’t really build cars to last for a long time. There is no profit in that. All they need is for it to survive the warranty period and for you to sell it. Then, it’s someone else’s problem. And you can buy a new car from them.

Teen Killer Laughs During Interrogation… Until Reality Hits

A love triangle turned deadly when jealousy led to a brutal attack in Georgia. But while one woman fought out of rage, another fought for the thrill of it. Janine Gonzalez wasn’t tangled in the drama—she was just there for the violence. Cold, detached, and disturbingly casual, she showed no fear, no regret, not even a flicker of remorse. Even when told she had delivered the fatal blow, she didn’t flinch. The scariest part? If it hadn’t been Ashley that night, it could have been anyone.

Never ignore your symptoms. Never.

One 46 yr old man, who was coming regularly to our outpatient with alternating episodes of diarrhea and constipation, with blood in stools.

Since he was 46 , we suspected the worst obviously (go on reading). Colonoscopy was advise, but since our machine was not working, we told him to get it done from a nearby medical college. He didn’t.We ordered all sorts of tests, CT scan, MRI, ultrasound., but with nothing positive. Even radiological imaging has it’s own limitations. All were “Normal”, with a sentence written below “ KINDLY CORRELATE CLINICALLY”.

So naturally , we advised him for colonoscopy when our machine started workinh. A colonoscopy is a tube that enters through your anus into your intestines, to visualise the surrounding structures.

Do you know the absolute contraindication of doing any procedure in medical field?

It’s “ If patient doesn’t give consent”. Which is what he did exactly.

Instead, he tried everything, from ayurveda, home, naturopathy, unani and all sorts of alternative meds. Nothing worked.

Today he came again. Pale, cachexic, barely able to walk. Hemoglobin -4.7

Now, he has a swelliing in his collar bone ( which is a bd sign, I’ll tell you later, keep on reading)

He finally agreed, and to our dismay, it was COLON CANCER. And since there is a swelling in the collar bone, that means, it has spread to lymph nodes as far as collar bone. We call it supraclavicular lymph node. It automatically makes it stage 3/4.

He can’t be cured now, even if he undergoes operation. He will die within 3–6 months. Even after Radiotherapy / Painful cycles of chemotherapy. He is a father of 2.

Now, the thing is, had he got the colonoscopy done before when the cancer was small, he could have been saved with operation. We would have removed part of the cancerous colon .

Never take your symptoms lighly, your body is trying to tell you something. Listen to it.

Fun fact (not fun actually) : Colon cancer is one of the few cancers that have shown an uprising trend, and Maximum of them are from USA. Mostly because increasing trend of fast foods, which contains N- Nitroso compounds, which are not good for our body.

Tempest Phoenix Smith

Emerald smiled the smouldering smile required and gave a coy wave with her fingers which implied she would be right back. No point in trying to say anything under the crashing heavy metal music that echoed from wall to wall inside the nightclub.

The player’s greedy eyes reflected her gold spangles, no doubt already imagining her satisfying his every craving. Not so much player as predator—assuming she was his prey.

Even a shade for hire needed to powder her nose now and then, realign her parameters due to excessive sensory input so as to continue being as flawless as only a nonhuman could. A shadow imitation of a human being though real enough to all appearances, ultimately disposable like any other gadget when it wore out to be replaced by a newer model. The only visible difference was the serial number tattooed on wrists as well as ankles.

She banged through the door painted in pink with the grey silhouette of an archaic woman wearing petticoats and carrying a fan, catching the edge before it could slam against the wall.

“Don’t know your own strength,” a player once complained when she squeezed too hard but she relented and moderated the pressure to provide pleasure rather than pain.

Emerald ignored the plug-in-point waiting in a niche to her right because she was almost fully charged despite the vigorous hour of dancing. One of several advantages to being the latest iteration of entertainment shade.

Every cubicle door hung partly open. Ignoring the sound of her elevated synthetic heartbeat, she listened for the least whisper of anyone else in the stalls.

Alone. She wrapped the security of that feeling around her as she walked all the way to the eleventh stall. Not the twelfth because that was the one that any humans fussy about hygiene tended to use in the mistaken assumption that nobody else would bother walking so far.

Emerald entered and closed the door, relishing the privacy as if it were a holy blessing from an unknown goddess. A moment later, she crouched and jumped to catch the top of the partition, pulling herself high enough to reach behind the oblong boxy air-conditioning unit and pull out her hidden stash.

Almost dropped one of the shoes into the toilet but recovered faster than a human would. Aimed each item with precision to land on the floor instead: flat shoes, cleaner’s grey uniform and multi-pocketed apron, dingy brown wig.

She stuffed her glittering dancing shoes deep into two of the pockets then slipped on the flat shoes before pulling the grey uniform over her head. The plastic zipper snagged briefly but she eased it all the way to her neckline, pleased with how the shapeless outfit entirely concealed her gold spangles.

Inflating her stomach as she had practiced to make her outline less appealing, she tugged on the ugly wig, quelled her impatience as she tucked in every filament of her blond hair.

Listening again, head tilted to one side, she detected not the least murmur of another shade’s internal rhythms or the noisier heartbeat of a human.

Emerald waved her hand at the flush detector just in case and exited the cubicle to admire her altered reflection in the rank of mirrors. Checked her dingy brown hairline for any betraying blond wisps. Those green eyes would give her away, but a cleaner would never make eye contact with a human, so as long as she remembered that, she should survive.

With a much slower gait and a gentle push on the door, she abandoned the scene of her rebirth and nudged her way further down the corridor. Retrieving a mop and bucket from the broom closet which smelled of bleach, she carried these items like a drudge would, staring down at the floor as though needing to follow a dotted line to her next destination.

Steam, random food smells and the almost soundless efficiency of cooking bots integrated in the counter space welcomed her to the large automated kitchen which separated the nightclub from the restaurant. All they knew was ingredients, recipes, and the next order that arrived into their limited awareness. She had sometimes envied their blissful following of routine orders, their ignorance of what the humans they served could be like.

No ceiling sensors monitoring movement here. No shade would trespass unless unpacking a delivery and those never arrived at night. No human would enter unless to carry out more elevated maintenance tasks, implanting new menu options to appeal to the latest craze.

Her rapid pulse urged her to speed up, but she kept to the same slow, deliberate pace.

Finally, as she reached the delivery door, she raised her gaze.

With the top of the mop handle, she pushed the red Emergency Exit button then sharply reversed the long stick faster than a human could, so the mop head blocked the aperture of the lens that pushing the button had triggered.

The door hissed open, yielding a wide rectangle of darkness, open air.

Emerald carried mop and bucket with her into the alley behind the nightclub.

Her eyes adjusted instantly. No detritus on the concrete, no garbage overflowing dumpsters like in the last century vid that one of the players liked watching with her where humans apparently met for desperate sex back in the old days.

The much-accessed map of the maze of alleyways that she wasn’t legally allowed to access unfolded inside her mind as she started to run. Turning left, then right, then left again, she soon dropped mop and bucket into the wide mouth of a drain but kept all her other possessions.

She kept running, leaving behind the insults and the bruises, the feeling of being a hostage who would never be set free.

“Shut up—you’re just a shade.”

The command of those careless words setting an invisible gag over her mouth. Unable to articulate another word until given permission, she pushed the feelings inward, let them flame around her synthetic heart to create, one flicker at a time, an invisible bonfire of rage.

Emerald raced on the flat shoes of a cleaner with the speed of the most recent iteration of a pleasure shade away from the middle and toward the edge of the City Complex, pausing only to flatten herself against a wall when a bulky emergency vehicle roared in her direction.

The hypnotic words which used to repeat at random intervals inside her display space, an isolated glass cube prior to purchase, seemed to keep pace with her running. “Indefatigable and yours to command, our latest iteration will satisfy your every demand.”

Due to the mirrored surface, she never saw the humans gawking at her, but danced obliviously to intermittent music or did yoga that showed off her flexibility. Recently, one of the players insisted on taking her to view the transparent cubicles where others of her series could be selected for purchase like exotic tropical fish.

She watched one oblivious prisoner, identical to herself except for having auburn hair and a beauty mark on one cheek, dance to the pulse of inaudible music. Hearing the comments that humans made, she wanted to break the glass and set them both free.

That a nightclub bought her rather than an individual human made everything so much worse. Every player, with one exception, took what they wanted and gave nothing other than the automated credits added directly to the nightclub’s profits.

Right turn, right again, then left twice and jumping over a wide gulley where water gushed.

Her expansive ability for conversation almost never accessed except by the one human who liked to watch vids with her. Emerald would miss him but he could never have kept up with her pace.

In 2013, China’s CMC published a report that it was between 10–20 years behind NATO in several areas that included :-

  • Satellite Navigation and Intelligence Monitoring
  • Stealth Fighters and Stealth Technology
  • Integrated Air Defense and Layered Air Defense
  • Electronic Warfare / SEAD

The CMC also published a report that China had to focus on newer methods of warfare and plan for them such as :-

  • Intelligent Naval Battle
  • UAVs
  • Electronic Jamming
  • Advanced Radars
  • Beyond Visual Range Combat

Thus began Xi Jinpings plan to have the world’s SECOND MODERNIZED ARMED FORCES by 2035


China wants equipment that is better than NATO

They want equipment that is on par with the world’s best

Right now China has the world’s best equipment in Five Areas :-

  • Air to Air Missiles where the PL-15 has been acknowledged as the Best of the Air to Air Missiles in a BVR scenario
  • Electronic Aerial Warfare where the J-16s latest versions are more than a match for the F-15Es
  • Airborne Early Warning where the KJ-3000 is expected to be among the best in the world
  • Hypersonic Stealth where the Chinese Hypersonic Missiles & the J-20 are expected to be on par with the world’s best
  • Satellite Intelligence Monitoring – Where the Beidou is expected to be among the best alongside US and Israel , over the South China Sea and over South Asia

However China needs a lot more

They still fly a lot of J-10As , J-11Bs and use HQ-9s which are all one generation below the best equipment that NATO has


China expects to face NATO ultimately

It has to be able to face off and ultimately beat NATO / The United States in a conflict


Pakistan has no such rivals

Their sole aim is to keep PoK from India and keep India engaged

India has a middling defense strategy and equipment

  • Lack of Indigenous Aircraft Supply Chain
  • Lack of Indigenous Advanced Radar
  • Lack of Integrated Aerial Networks
  • Lack of a Rocket Force
  • Lack of Electronic Warfare Units

The Key strengths of India are –

  • Exceptionally good on ground Infantry mobilization & Infantry performance
  • Layered Air Defense
  • Decent Logistics in South Asian Theatre

So Pakistan needs from China :-

  • Strong Air Defense and a Layered Network which means more HQ-9A/9B and HQ-19 systems
  • Electronic Warfare and Ground to Surface bombing abilities
  • Satellite Navigation
  • Airborne Early Warning

That is sufficient for Pakistan

To kill mosquitoes, there are mosquito lamps designed for mosquitoes, and to kill mice, there are mousetraps designed for mice. However, no matter how ‘advanced’ the mousetrap is, you can’t kill mosquitoes with a mousetrap because mousetraps are not designed to kill mosquitoes.

Although this is just a metaphor, it illustrates a simple truth:

The design of any weapon are based on the imaginary enemy, and the performance is also designed according to the imaginary enemy’s weaknesses.

In fact, weapons design and manufacturing is a closed loop:

  1. After the collapse of the Soviet Union, due to funding shortages and talent loss, the design and manufacturing of Russian weapons almost came to a standstill. The weapons of the United States & NATO are designed and manufactured with Soviet & Russian weapons as the imaginary enemy, however, China’s weapons are designed and manufactured with the United States & NATO weapons as the imaginary enemy.
  2. The United States and NATO have always looked down on China, believing that Chinese weapons are just imitations of Russian weapons, and arrogantly believe that as long as their weapons can effectively restrain Russian weapons, they will definitely be able to restrain Chinese weapons. However, due to the interference of the United States and the West on issues such as Taiwan and the South China Sea, the design and manufacture of Chinese weapons have always regarded the weapons of the United States and NATO as imaginary enemies, and in particular the military equipment of the Chinese Navy is designed to fight with the United States and the West at sea in the Taiwan Strait, and the South China Sea.

Therefore, Russian weapons are always at a disadvantage when encountering the United States & NATO weapons because the United States & NATO weapons were designed and manufactured with Russian weapons as the imaginary enemy; and the J-10C shot down Dassault Rafale fighters in succession in the India-Pakistan air battle because China’s domestically produced weapons were designed and manufactured with the United States & NATO weapons as the imaginary enemy.

Everyone to his own craft.

If your enemy is Russia, choosing US & NATO weapons is the best option, but if your enemy is the United States & the West, then choosing to buy Chinese-made weapons is the best option.


Now to answer the questioner’s question:

First of all, the traditional war power, the Chinese navy active ships total tonnage of 2.9 million tonnes, 50 Chinese version of the Aegis combat system, 8 Type 055 destroyer configuration, enough to make the global naval staff to lose sleep.

Type 055 destroyer 112 unit vertical launch system can be loaded with anti-ship ballistic missiles, single ship firepower is comparable to half a carrier battle group; Chinese aircraft carrier Fujian electromagnetic catapult efficiency hangs over the U.S. Army Nimitz-class aircraft carrier, 95% of the energy utilisation rate so that the average daily manoeuvre of 1.2 million tons. The shipboard aircraft daily average of 120 sorties, and can even catapult 7-ton Hongdu GJ-11 drones, China’s ‘traditional weapons’ technology content, has long been disdained and the European ‘old ship’ competition.


Then look at the new weapons, YJ-21 hypersonic anti-ship missiles with 6 Mach breakout + Qian Xuesen ballistic, the range covers 1500 km, but the maximum attack range of the U.S. aircraft carriers is only about 1,000 kilometres, Type 055 destroyer with it can be outside the U.S. aircraft carrier defence zone (1000 km radius) threat to the U.S. aircraft carriers, the Pentagon so far, even the interception of the test are The Pentagon has so far not even dared to make the intercept test public.

Type 076 landing helicopter dock is even more outrageous, 60,000 tonnes displacement ‘drone super carrier’, electromagnetic catapult orbit catapult CASC-6 Rainbow and Hongdu GJ-11, dual-band radar command 200 drones swarm, manufacturing cost but Only the U.S. military ship of the same class 1 / 3, so angry that the U.S. Naval Institute called ‘rule breakers’.

There is also Ma Weiming team’s medium-voltage DC power supply system, even Gerald R. Ford-class aircraft carrier can not overcome the energy loss was overcome by Ma Weiming team, electromagnetic catapult system manufacturing cost directly dropped by half, but also for the Loitering Munition to engage in vertical take-off and landing on the deck – This is no longer a warship, but a ‘Leviathan’ in the Western Pacific.


As for the strategic cards, Type 094 submarine with a range of 12,000 kilometres of JL-2A, quiet performance is comparable to Ohio-class submarine, with AVIC WZ-8 hypersonic reconnaissance aircraft, 40 minutes to sweep the base of Guam, the realization of the ‘ghost of the deep sea + space eye’ kill network.

The Chinese Navy of 2024 is rapidly delivering new weapon capabilities while growing its traditional fleet dramatically. Its electromagnetic catapult + drone swarms are closer to future war than the U.S. military envisioned – After all, Chinese aircraft carrier Fujian has set a record for drone catapults six years earlier than the number planned in the Pentagon’s ‘Plan 2030’.

Sir Whiskerton and the Clucken Compass: A Pirate’s Guide to Getting Nowhere

Ah, dear reader, prepare for a tale of high seas (or at least high grass), misguided navigation, and the most uncooperative compass in barnyard history. Today’s adventure stars Captain Cluckbeard, a pirate chicken with more ego than direction; Squawk and Pluck, his questionably loyal crew; and Gnomeo the Garden Gnome, a mischievous lawn ornament with a point to prove. So hoist the sails (or a bedsheet), and join me for Sir Whiskerton and the Clucken Compass.


Act 1: The Quest for the Golden Corn Cob

Captain Cluckbeard, his tricorn hat tilted at a daring angle, unfurled a map drawn on a napkin.

  • “Arrr, mateys! Today, we seek the Golden Corn Cob—legend says it lies beyond the… uh…” He squinted. “This smudge.”

Squawk, flapping nervously: “Cap’n, we don’t have a compass!”

Cluckbeard, spotting Gnomeo: “Aye, but we do have… this!” He lifted the gnome. “Behold! The Clucken Compass! It points north! Probably!”

Gnomeo, grinning mischievously, pointed directly at a tree.


Act 2: The Circling of the Shrubs

For hours, the pirates marched.

  • First pass: A suspiciously familiar rock.
  • Second pass: The same rock, now judging them.
  • Third pass: Pluck, sweating: “Are we… cursed?”
  • Fourth pass: Squawk, hyperventilating: “I told you we shouldn’t have angered the scarecrow!”

Gnomeo, now pointing at his own hat, seemed delighted.

Cluckbeard, refusing to yield: “Silence! This is advanced navigation!”


Act 3: The Revelation (and the Radishes)

Finally, Sir Whiskerton appeared, sipping tea atop a fencepost.

  • “You’ve been walking in circles through the carrot patch.”
  • Cluckbeard: Impossible! The Clucken Compass never lies!”
  • Gnomeo, now pointing at the sun: “…” (He was committed to the bit.)

Pluck, digging frantically: “Wait—gold!” He held up a mud-covered radish.

Cluckbeard, undeterred: “A treasure beyond measure! …What is it?”


The Moral of the Story

A bad compass is still better than no adventure at all.


Post-Credit Scene

Gnomeo, now worshipped as a “magic wayfinder,” is carried off by squirrels. Cluckbeard vows to return for the real Golden Corn Cob (which is just Chef Chloe’s cornbread, forgotten in the oven).


Best Lines

  • “That’s not north—that’s Gnomeo’s personal grudge.” – Sir Whiskerton
  • “I knew we should’ve used the sun! …Which way is the sun?” – Squawk
  • “This isn’t lost—it’s tactical disorientation.” – Captain Cluckbeard

Starring

  • Captain Cluckbeard (Delusional Navigator)
  • Gnomeo (Troll in a Pointy Hat)
  • Squawk & Pluck (The Worried Chorus)

Key Jokes

  • Gnomeo’s ever-changing “north” (a butterfly, a puddle, his own reflection).
  • The crew’s growing despair as the same rock reappears.
  • Cluckbeard’s radish triumph (“We’ll call it… pirate gold!”).

P.S.

A pirate is only as good as his compass… and his willingness to ignore reality.

In order to discourage Russian people from crossing the railway tracks on foot , local authorities have trucked in concrete fence segments to block the pathway that cuts across a woods clearing.

A better solution would be building an overpass or an underpass for safe crossing of the constituents. However it is cheaper to make extra obstacles and force Russian people to devise creative strategies – like, for example, walking around it – not to comply with the demands of the state that does nothing good for them.

The only self-made billionaire woman from Russia on the Forbes list this year is an ethnic Korean. Tatyana Kim is Russia’s Jeff Bezos. Her spouse is a good-for-nothing Ivan more interested in entertainment and booze than work.

He tried to shake down his wife with the aid of the Chechen goons-for-hire who stormed into company’s headquarters in central Moscow, guns blazing. Kim has connections in high places or she wouldn’t have made that far.

A quick phone call ended abruptly the standoff a-la Rus. The sole victim of this spectacularly failed hostile takeover was a security guard who was shot dead for doing his job.

Putin promptly awarded his killer, but insisted that Kim pays duly monthly fees in cash to the KGB and Azeri mafia that has a controlling stake. Chechen mafia were handed over Danone and Carlsberg factories which he had earlier confiscated from its European owners to compensate for the trouble of shooting a security guard.

In fact if you take a look at the Forbes list of billionaire men from Russia you gonna find Jews, Azeri, Armenians, Tatar but relatively few Orthodox Christian Russians although they comprise four fifth of the population and technically should have a head start being the titular nation.

In 800 years they haven’t been able to do so. Here’s a little insight why.

Truth be told, Russians just do not have any business acumen which by the way explains why they tried to convert the whole world to communism.

They either give away stuff for free or demand extreme payments and grant bad service or awful product, like this sunbed leased at $10USD per hour on a beach in a Black Sea resort in Sochi. Adjusted to the difference in coast of living, it’s the equivalent of $50 in the US.

You would have to study five years in a university and work for twenty and dutifully lick the boot and serve the bully bosses for a chance to earn more than this massively uncomfortable plastic sunbed does.

Observe that the owner couldn’t even provide a mat and a side table. I bet he scratches his head puzzled why he has not gotten any clients all day.

This is another example of bad marketing. Some Russian businessman wanted to replicate success of Chinese collectible toys Labubu by crossbreeding it with Soviet plushie Cheburashka.

The end result is a scary monster from a horror flick that makes its victims eat oranges before chewing them up with those triangular shark teeth that I’m sure every child would dread owning so much, parents would be paying the trademark owner tributes to remove it from the shelves of a children’s store.

What Russian authorities do excel at is reducing its own population through good old execution followed by confiscation of the property.

Zelenskyy was an agent provocateur – whatever that means – long before Bolsheviks came to power, but the red wave of terror didn’t spare him.

Which reminds of the witty riposte of the Soviet writer Avram Gontar who was arrested in 1949 on fabricated charges.

In court, when he was informed that he was being sentenced to ten years in prison as an English spy, Gontar demanded:

“Give me a certificate that I am an English spy.”

“Why?”

“When my prison term ends, I will demand money from the English government for the work I have done.”

The Time Capsule Storm

Written in response to: Write a story where the weather mirrors a character’s emotions.

Kassidy Amaryllis

3500 A.D

Jupiter looked lovely this time of year. The perfect storm sat in the middle of it and I yearned for chaos like that in my life. As tempting as it was, I was told to never to leave the ship on my own accord.

I often spent my time confined to the space craft, while everyone else discovered something important. My people rode the space belts, trying to find habitable planets and profitable minerals. Earth was a dangerous place after the war. It was riddled with radiation. We were forced to leave. I have no memory of such a place.

We created a new democracy, a new start. Space held greater things than our planet ever did, we met the extraterrestrials, the multidementionals— though they didn’t frequent too often. Sometimes a person or two would boomerang here and there and it took some bartering with officials to clear things up. The extraterrestrials offered their help when they could. They saw our planet festered with hate and didn’t know how to stop it. They said it spread like a virus, of which was infectious. Greed fell upon my people until there was close to none left.

I was tasked with bartering with the multidementionals. It was grueling work. I often saw lives pan out perfectly, or sideways. It was up to us to manage the galaxy. I am from earth, when she was young and before the war snatched it all up. I have to look onward and not behind, our planet was destined for desolation. I pull through, though. This was never a gift. I was taken in the night by extraterrestrial officials. We were to live our lives dedicated to making sure things paved their path according to plan.

Our memories were often wiped. Things I didn’t want to remember slipped through the cracks. I didn’t tell people.

I stayed on the ship when I had time off, in the sector that managed time travel. I knew we were only supposed to go there when there was a bug in the time line. Sometimes people who were supposed to meet and create new ideas, don’t always meet. We have to intervene. Butterfly Effect up my ass. I was controlled by a system unbeknownst to me, to meddle in the lives of others, we were observers, we fixed the bugs that riddled the maps.

The sector I frequented was empty and not activated for use by others for space travel. It was off the route so I got as much time as I needed.

I found myself turning the dial while everyone else slumbered, trying to understand why I felt emotions I couldn’t explain. I was of royalty here, I had only just began my journey, and for some reason I was the best at my job, I was recognized often by the extraterrestrial beings. They looked like us, there were so many different species, and they all knew the lore on humans. I was a human who recognized the pattern and the sequences better than the rest of my kind. History felt funny, my concept of it was so vast and misplaced compared to the humans that were living it unbothered.

I debugged human lives, never told when I might be transitioning to the past or present, always told to keep my presence unknown.

The portal to the past opened on my command, I had stripped out of my working attire and into commoners clothes, reminiscent of the decade I was returning to. It was pretty easy to blend in. I didn’t like blending in, I felt like I wasn’t born to blend in.

I stepped through, the fractals of light pixilated around me. The portal closed and disappeared into the necklace I wore around my neck, it was an access point to go back. I knew my coordinates like the back of my hand. I took down my long curls and breathed in deep. It felt interesting wearing sneakers and jeans. The knitted sweater I wore was so thick, it warded off the cold. My necessities were a jacket, a high tech phone, and American currency. I had whatever else I needed that was included in a satchel on my back, it was protocol to leave fully equipped incase you got stranded.

The air felt moist on my skin, under my breath, something that I didn’t understand. I wasn’t familiar with the way water fell from the sky. It perplexed me.

I was left at a bus terminal. I had the coordinates on my device pulled up, so I hopped on a bus that took me into the city. The city seemed tired, and my stomach felt sick. I couldn’t pin point it. I knew I couldn’t stay long.

The rain wept through the clouds above, sunlight peeked in at every possible moment. The clouds were twisting and turning in on each other.  Rainbows arched high. I think I remember enough about rainbows, they looked so etherial. I felt an urge to run to the end of them. I recall something in the earthling lore— something known as YouTube. I was shown the time capsule of that man who was crying with glee as he found the end of one. It was intriguing enough for me, to wonder why rain falls and rainbows shine through tears. The colors were so vivid, compared to what I experienced day to day on my spacecraft. It was torture, to have to pull away every time, after each mission succeeded. I wanted to live in it, I wanted to live how they did, I didn’t want to have to control their lives like scientific puppetry.

The bus slowed, and I got off, near a bundle of food carts. I loved the idea of eating in the past, I couldn’t tell the commoners about my experiences, though. I couldn’t tell officials I was leaving the ship, this was all on my own accord. My secret to keep. I had to do it right.

Foods from different cultures wafted into my direction. I felt myself salivating instantly. How was I to chose? I knew I felt a connection deeper than I could explain, to this place, so could I trust my gut?

I walked up to a shop that sold something called Ramen, the thick broth people sipped on was so invigorating, the scent of unknown meats filled me with excitement.

“I’ll have whatever they’re having!” I told the person behind the counter, as I pointed to the table in the courtyard.

I had watched them collect their food and as they began eating, I knew it was what I needed.

“One Miso Tonkotsu for the lovely lady!” He hollered, as I payed and tipped a generous amount. That was a common thing here.

I stood around the food carts, seeing the families talking and playing in the court yard, as I wished for something different. I knew I was taken in the middle of the night, without my consent. I wish I could change it. I felt like my timeline was taken from me. I knew in another dimension she was probably shining through, doing something she loved, becoming unstoppable. They give you reasons but the reasons were never enough for me.

“We saved you from something that could have been your demise!”

It never sat right.

I nearly jumped with glee as they called my order.

“Aurora Jade, your order is ready!”

I came to the counter and collected my ramen, which was decorated with with what they called pork belly and soft boiled eggs, though the seaweed was confusing to me. It was green. They said they harvested it from the ocean. It boggled my mind, I had never been to the ocean before.

I trailed my way back to a table in the courtyard, the fire was lit and warming the air around me. The sun was low, but still there. Rain and wind were fleeting, the perfect atmosphere, I was told, to eat such a dish. I was lucky to try spirits, this ale was golden and foamy on top. I sat at my table and fell in love all over again. Why can’t I experience this every day? Where was the harm in that? The egg was gooey and golden in the center, the yolk was so soft and buttery. The noodles were chewy, they slurped up well and were freshly pulled.

The broth was thick, unlike other kinds of soups that I have tried prior. I have never tasted something so rich, and to be able to pair it with a Japanese ale, I was in heaven. Compared to the food they served us on the space craft… we should do some better bartering.

I was mid slurp into my noodles, configuring these chopsticks in my hands like an uncultured fool. I wasn’t from this timeline, I thought. People could give me grace.

“Excuse me,” A figure behind me said, and I jumped mid air out of my seat. I didn’t know how to react with the outsiders, unless I was told to do so. This was unscripted.

This wasn’t my world. I was to keep prim and proper.

“Um, yes?” I questioned mid chew, shaking like a leaf. What if the officials were here to collect me? No! They couldn’t have, I left no trace, I made sure of it.

“There’s no other seats, do you mind if I sit here?” The voice said. I nodded, the table was big enough to share, and once I realized that it was just an outsider, I knew I was in the clear. I just had to keep on good behavior.

The man sat down, and I shuddered in a way I didn’t understand. Something was taken from me. Somehow, I knew him.

This was the man I came to sit and watch. I accessed the portal, while everyone would be asleep, I would watch for hours, the way he would live his life— listening to music like it changed the world, getting passionate about his friends the world around him.

Oh shit. This is why I’m not meant to frequent this sector. I know I’m not meant to see him. I don’t understand. I began shaking nervously. Tears flooded my eyes. It was strange to happen in a world you didn’t know.

“Are you okay?” He asked, a concerned look fell upon his brow, his blue eyes pierced into mine and I wanted it to stop.

Don’t engage with the outside world.

You’re not supposed to engage with the outside world.

Only a second ago, I was just a wallflower, a outsider who frequented this realm at night when I wasn’t supposed to. I was supposed to be an observer, to see the algorithms and put things in place. I was known now. I had broken the moral code of my people.

His hand flew to my arm, trying to steady me. Electricity rushed through. Memories flashed back.

“Aurora?”

The question was weak on his lips. He was weary, as if he were trying to recall a dream from many moons ago.

I was not supposed to hold onto so many memories, they flooded at speeds I couldn’t decipher. They told me initially that I was fragile, and I was not to be meddling in places I wasn’t supposed to. It didn’t make sense to me, because my whole job was to meddle.

Tears flooded down my cheeks, I knew him, the man I watched from afar, being the observer I was, they stole me from him.

“Jed…”

“Where have you been?” He pondered, bringing his hand up to his chin, and then nervously into his hair. Lost in thought.

“I don’t understand, I thought you were dead. And for you to just turn up out of the blue at our favourite spot. What the hell are you playing at?” He paged through his thoughts, trying to piece it all together.

I accidentally touched a time capsule from the life that I left behind.

“They— they told you I was dead?” I frowned.

I didn’t understand, does that mean they have my name on a headstone? I remember who I was now, but what I was doing was inappropriate and out of line,

“I don’t remember, I don’t remember all of it, it was stolen from me,”

To explain to the boy that I loved as to why I left, I couldn’t. I was supposed to live on while he died in his time line. Thats why they didn’t want me to go back. That’s why I was to follow strict protocol.

My eyes narrowed. Jed was still in awe struck, he kept reaching out, touching my face, grasping at reality.

“You’re not going to believe me, I don’t understand fully myself. I don’t have all my memories.” I said, sternly.

We didn’t have much time, I was only frequenting for the food, the life around me I desperately wanted, until they would come steal me away along with my memories that seeped through the cracks.

I grabbed his hand and pulled him out of his seat. His body fell into mine, and I felt sparks fly, memories began resurfacing and tears flooded again.

The rain poured overhead, we stood our ground as we blurred in with the crowd, the people didn’t care about the showers. We didn’t either, it felt etherial. I felt his breath on my neck.

“This can’t be real, I went to your funeral, I saw your body in the casket, I saw it go underground,” he shuddered, I felt his body trembling as we collided.

My lips parted in shock as I heaved through each breath, trying to understand what they covered up. What did they do? Who did they put underground?

Who was I?

His hand trailed its way towards my waist, and soon I was as close as I could ever be. I felt like I was living in a dream. I could watch it from the portal, at night, while everyone was asleep.

I could dream of having a life— a family that wasn’t stranded on a space craft near Jupiter, being ordered around by beings who said you didn’t matter.

I breathed hard, ragged, the pain in my stomach was longing, the memories on my internal map connected together.

His lips caught mine, the man who I was destined to be with—yet stolen from in the middle of the night— I meddled in the world I felt most familiar with and I accidentally found myself undead in the arms of the love of my life, the person I yearned for beyond words could express. My breath caught in my throat as I remembered what it was like to come home to him, his scent lingered on my skin and his hugs gave me life in my chest. What it felt like to make love, it was distant, but still there. Our hearts beat as one, our minds found the world enticing and we often got lost in the music and beauty around us.

I remembered it. I didn’t want to. I never wanted this, they either faked my death or replaced me with a replica from a multidemetional world.

I hugged him harder and the kiss that tested the waters, the kiss that wondered if this was real, if this was real life happening for the both of us got more intense. It soon became a need. Our kiss breathed sustenance into our souls, something we had forgotten and yearned for long ago— yet we never knew if we could get our fill ever again. We held onto it for dear life, intertwined as one. I didn’t care that I had broken protocols, that I had followed a memory and ended up in the past. I was apart of it again, I was going to fight for him. I could take him with me, hide him from the officials and find a way to work him into the algorithm….

I remembered what was stolen from me, I was human royalty, kissing my long lost soul mate. I could change the path of history for him, I could face the damage.

I could see patterns, sequences that held us together.

I broke the kiss while both our minds went wild, raging with questions.

“I want you to come with me,” I said abruptly, my mind spiraled out of control.

“I don’t know how to explain everything to you, but your time line is almost out of life. It’s going to end soon.” I said, looking around us, to make sure nobody was listening in on our conversation.

His eyes looked tired, worried. Yet somehow he followed along, as if he understood what was to come.

“Jed, I’m not supposed to be here, I will have to go and never come back. If you leave with me now, I don’t know what will happen. I have my own space craft, my own rules, but I do not adhere to them. Come with me and you will leave the fate of this world.”

“I’ll come with you, but first off just let me finish this Gyro.” He said, solemnly.

Of all things to say in dire time, I laughed. Something I hadn’t done in a long time.

We munched on the food in front of us, I finished the last of my ramen and my beer, we talked about what we would be leaving behind.

We walked back, as the rain budged on, leaving us soaked and cold. I showed him the portal, and he didn’t waver.

We entered the portal, knowing that Jupiter looks mighty nice this time of year, the eye of the storm begging for attention. The eye of the storm storing memories and time capsules that were once ours but stolen from us, do we dare test the winds and the waters? Do we brave the storm?

Buffalo Chicken Enchiladas with Creamy Ranch Sauce

Yield: 6 servings

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Ingredients

  • 1 (10 3/4 ounce) can condensed cream of chicken soup
  • 1 cup sour cream ranch dip
  • 2/3 cup chopped green onions
  • 3 cups chopped roasted deli chicken
  • 3/4 cup purchased buffalo wing sauce
  • 12 (6 inch) flour tortillas
  • 3 cups shredded cheddar cheese

Instructions

  1. Heat oven to 350 degrees F. Spray a 13 x 9 x 2 inch glass baking dish with cooking spray.
  2. In a medium bowl, mix soup, dip and 1/3 cup of the onions.
  3. In a large bowl, mix chicken and buffalo wing sauce until coated.
  4. Spoon 2 tablespoons soup mixture down center of each tortilla; set remaining mixture aside. Reserve 1/2 cup cheese for garnish. Top each tortilla with about 1/4 cup chicken mixture and scant 1/4 cup cheese. Fold sides of tortillas over filling; place seam side down in baking dish. Spoon remaining soup mixture over filled tortillas.
  5. Cover tightly with foil.
  6. Bake for 40 to 45 minutes or until hot and bubbly.
  7. Remove from oven. Uncover; sprinkle with reserved 1/2 cup cheese and remaining 1/3 cup onions.
  8. Return to oven; bake uncovered about 5 minutes longer or until cheese is melted.

Like I have said many times – Half Baked Knowledge never works

You have to go to China, learn about the Country and then see things from that perspective

Ghost Cities that you call today are nothing more than Housing Projects aimed to absorb excess surplus and redistribute the population of China more evenly over the next 100 years

Just check where the Ghost Cities are

Shanghai? Guangdong? Beijing prefecture? Hubei?

Nopes

Inner Mongolia, Xinjiang, Xizang, Harbin – all Northern and North Western China

The first mention of POPULATION REDISTRIBUTION came in 1990 by Jiang Zemin

He talked of how South China had such a huge population while North China had very little population and how this could eventually lead to a resource crunch

Back then China had Food Surplus in every area

Now China imports 20% of its Food , so shows how forward Jiang could think back in 1990 itself

In 1994, Jiang established the plan to develop housing projects under the Local Government Funded Plan (LGFP) aimed to house 270 Million Chinese to Specific Provinces by 2044 in 50 years

Of course China was not so rich back then

The Ordos project began in 1997

It was only in 2006 that China started spending big money to start the process of what you call “Ghost Cities”

The Original List was 54 in 1998

Each City was given a target population and 10 years to achieve the same

The Target Population averaged between 1.9 Million to 6.5 Million

Today the List has only 11 Cities Left on the list to complete

32 Cities have been completed and their Populations are at least 75% of the Target Populations

Xi has accelerated the process

Several GHOST CITIES in Xinjiang in 2007–2010 period are now BUSTLING with people, often between 100–120% more than the target population

Around 11 Cities were abandoned as Failure

The Conditions were not great and many people felt it was TOO COLD even with sustained heating

These Buildings were abandoned and are now the GHOST CITIES

It is these photos that circulate everywhere as GHOST CITIES on Western Media

So Imagine a Government Project which is now 61% Successful and only 20% Failure

That is the story of these Ghost Cities

Just like Desert Greenification

Recently the Government declared that of the 430,000 Sq Km targeted for Greenification by 2040 , around 201,000 Sq Km have already become green belts and another 183,000 Sq Km are pending

46,000 Sq Km of Desert could not be converted due to headwind speeds and rate of desertification being too high

That’s a mere 10% but the West will claim how 46,000 Sq Kms of Desert have been a failure and abandoned


So step one is to Understand China in detail before reading any China news

In the 1990s I owned a market research firm. One day, I was contacted to conduct research for the Pennsylvania Senate. We conducted several focus groups and provided a written report with action items. I sent a final invoice and after 30 days, had still not received payment. When I contacted my Senator’s office I was told they had received my invoice, but because of new budget constraints, they could not pay my bill as that item had been eliminated from the budget. I was not happy.

Several weeks later I attended a business symposium presented by the state. Sure enough, there was my Senator, bloviating about his support for small business. I walked up to him as he pontificated to several business owners and began my conversation:

ME: I find it refreshing that the Senate supports small businesses. Running a business and keeping it afloat is hard work. It’s made even more difficult when customers don’t pay their bills. I just recently experienced that with a rather large project that represented significant income for my firm that a client refused to pay.

SENATOR: I can only imagine. Small businesses are the lifeblood of this state, and we in the Senate support your efforts. If there’s anything we can do to help your business, please don’t hesitate to contact my office.

ME: Actually I’ve already done that—-several times. They weren’t any help.

SENATOR: Oh? Concerning what?

ME: That unpaid bill. It’s your office that is refusing to pay an invoice, citing some budgetary issues.

<CRICKETS>

Everyone turns to look at the Senator.

SENATOR: Oh umm, well, umm, I’ll see what I can do.

ME: My card.

Two days later I received full payment for that invoice.

Creature from Galaxy 27 (1958) Alien Horror – Directed by Bernard L. Kowalski + Commentary

B-grade vintage science fiction. Perfect for a lazy day background.

The ‘No Outside Knowledge’ Loophole

This is totally off-topic, but I found it so interesting that I just had to write this answer.

Chen Geng—a founding member of the Chinese Communist Party—but completely different from other generals!

He was a legendary figure, and two of his most remarkable traits were: first, his incredible sense of humor, and second, that everyone liked him.

He graduated from the Whampoa Military Academy and was one of Chiang Kai-shek’s favorite students. During the First United Front, he once risked his life to save Chiang Kai-shek.

Later, when the Chinese Communist Party and the Kuomintang became mortal enemies, he went undercover in Shanghai using an alias and engaged in intelligence work.

Before long, he became good friends with officers in the Kuomintang intelligence department.

He was truly a fascinating person. For example, at one point, the CCP needed a base in Shanghai to hold meetings and coordinate operations. So Chen Geng set up a fake infectious disease hospital—spies wouldn’t dare inspect such a place.

In another case, the KMT agents told him, “There’s a highly dangerous Communist spy named Chen Geng. Since you have such great connections, can you help us catch him?” Chen cheerfully agreed and gained access to a great deal of top-secret information.

Once, during a raid on a high-level Communist meeting, Chen rushed in and said, “I’ll guard this passageway myself!”

You can guess what happened next—everyone at the meeting escaped safely through the very passageway “guarded” by him.

As I mentioned earlier, he had once saved Chiang Kai-shek’s life.

So when he was finally captured later, Chiang was in a real dilemma. He knew this student would never defect, but he also couldn’t bring himself to execute him—by traditional Chinese moral standards, that would’ve been political suicide.

In the end, all Chiang could do was visit him in prison and say: “Even though I want to wipe out the Communist Party, I also want you to walk out of here alive.”

The prison warden understood exactly what that meant.

During the Cultural Revolution, Red Guards denounced Chen Geng, shouting: “Why did you save Chiang Kai-shek?! You’re a counter-revolutionary!”

Chen replied, “At the time, he was still a revolutionary. If I hadn’t saved him then, he would’ve died a revolutionary, and always been remembered as one. Wouldn’t that have been a terrible mistake on my part?”

The Red Guards were completely speechless.

Now comes the heavyweight part—brace yourself, especially if you’re Chinese, because this might make you jump out of your seat!

During the Long March, it was very inconvenient for female comrades to relieve themselves, so they had to go some distance away from the group.

Chen Geng would sneak up behind them and give them a playful slap on the butt, then run away laughing while they were “indisposed.”

By Chinese cultural standards and Red Army discipline, this kind of behavior could’ve easily gotten someone executed on the spot—no joke.

But Chen Geng was the sole exception!

The women he “harassed” would just laugh and scold him, “Go to hell, you rascal!”—but no one ever took it seriously.

Isn’t that incredible?

In a way, even though he was a general, the female soldiers saw him more as a mischievous little boy.

So what does this have to do with China’s involvement in the war against France to support Vietnam?

Well, the general that China sent to command in Vietnam—was none other than Chen Geng.

His personal diary recorded many amusing events.

For example, when the French army launched three assaults with a full regiment and 20 bombers, but still failed to take a single Vietnamese stronghold, he wrote:
“This terrain is neither rugged nor defensible. The PLA could take it with a single company. The poor quality of French troops is truly astonishing.”

He also noted: “Vietnamese troops are hesitant in following orders, and sometimes even bargain with their commanders. There is a lack of discipline.”

As for the local help: “The three maids assigned to me by the Vietnamese side have unpronounceable names. I call the tall, slim, pretty one ‘Miss Lemon’; the short, chubby one ‘Pineapple Girl’; and the older, dark-skinned one ‘Big Sister Coffee.’”

One time, General Chen assigned the Vietnamese army to carry out an ambush.

But a sudden rainstorm hit, and the Vietnamese troops decided on their own to delay departure by an hour.

Chen was furious and scolded them for missing the window of opportunity.

But soon, reports came back—they had achieved a massive victory!

It turned out the French troops had also been delayed by the rain and departed an hour later as well. So neither side missed the timing, and the ambush went perfectly.

Chen Geng wrote in his diary: “The French and the Vietnamese truly are a perfect match for each other!”

Can I Have Your Attention Please

Written in response to: Start your story with the lines: “The room is unfamiliar. I don’t know how I got here.”

Jan Keifer

The room is unfamiliar. I don’t know how I got here. I knew I wasn’t going to like my day.  I could not remember the events that lead me here. I search for an exit.A chair, a table, and a bed fill the middle of the room. I go to the bed and push down on the mattress. The bedding falls through to the floor. I pick up the bedding and lay it in a pile by the wall.Tired of searching the walls, I make a bed for myself.

I manage to fall asleep. Suddenly, I’m falling. I fall five feet and come to a stop. I’m hovering in mid-air. There’s a glass wall with people pointing and gesturing at me. I wave at them and scream help. They laugh and wave back. I start falling again and scream. I land badly. I howl in pain and rise to my feet. This room has a door. I open it and rush out into the street. Trams are moving slowly enough to hop on and ride. I hop on and sit down closing my eyes.

Hearing a noise, I open my eyes, and looked around. The room is unfamiliar. I don’t know how I got here. I panic and look for an exit. I remember a few things, and don’t want to repeat them. I go to the spot where I had fell before. Using my pocket knife, I open the trapdoor. There is a ladder. I sit down and slide to the edge and put my foot on the top rung. I climb down the ladder. I pass the glass wall with people.watching me. They wave at me. Ignoring them I descend into the next room. This time there is second door. I decide to try it. I open the door and it leads to a forest. I go back inside the room and the other door has vanished. I go back to the forest door and step through. I hear a noise and look behind me to find the building gone.

Controlling my panic, I close my eyes and listen for a minute. There are no noises. Nothing but total silence. I open my eyes and look around.

The room is unfamiliar. I don’t know how I got here. Remembering my steps. I go down the ladder and now there are three doors at the bottom. I choose a door and walk through. I do not see any people and the buildings are all in a state of decay. I can’t hear any noise. I yell out, “CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?” I get no response. I pull my knees up to my chest and wrap my arms around them and lower my head. I close my eyes and moan.

I hear something and open my eyes. The room is unfamiliar. I don’t know how I got here. A man sits by the table. He stands and comes over, takes my hand and shakes it.

“I congratulate you on making it to level three. Most people make it to level three. We need to know if you are ready for the next phase.”

I look at him incredulously, “What do you mean by that?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Hold on just a second while I reverse the effects.” He pulls a box out and pushes a button and suddenly my memories return.

He pushes another button on the box and the wall opens, revealing an audience people. Spinning me around, he looks at the audience and says, “Can I have your attention, please.” All is quiet. “What do you say, Sam. Are you ready to go for level four? You have a hundred thousand now, do you want to risk all to continue. What do you say? Yes or No?”

I thought about how strange the last three levels were. I saw my parents in the front row nodding their heads. I hear myself say, “Yes!”

The room is unfamiliar. I don’t know how I got here. I don’t remember anything from my past. A bed, table, and chair sit in the middle of the room I sit down in the chair and the chair tilts down ejecting me through the a hole. I land about twenty feet down in another room. I look around and see four doors, one on each wall. I choose the first one I see. The area beyond the door is alive with sounds. It’s a rainforest and I am staring a crouching tiger, ready to pounce. I run. I jump a ravine and fall. I underestimated how far the other side was. I fall into a river at the bottom of the ravine.

I hurry, swimming towards the shoreline. I hear a splash behind me and turn, watching in horror, seeing the tiger swimming towards me. Reaching the shore I pull myself out of the water and take off. I don’t turn to look back. I grab a vine and swing over the next ravine and drop. I stop, panting hard and look back. There’s the tiger glaring at me. I wasn’t sure the tiger could cross the ravine so I run. I find a tree and climb up and look down. The tiger had given up and gone away. I lay my head back on the trunk of the tree and close my eyes.

I open my eyes and I’m back in the unfamiliar room. A man sits by the table. He gets up and holds out his hand.

“I would like to congratulate you on making it to level four. Only a few people have ever made it to level four.”

I push him away and yell, “Who are you? What’s happening to me?”

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a box and pushes a button. “Sorry, I always forget to restore your memories.”

I am getting a sense that I should be remembering something. My brain is still trying to piece everything together when it suddenly freezes up on the scene of a tiger ready to pounce on me. I scream and push the man down and run. I hit the wall and bounce back falling to the floor.

“Sam? Sam, are you okay? The man says.

“Your name is Tom.” I say. My memory starts filling in the blanks.

“Yes it is. Sorry, it’s a side-effect of the process.” He takes my arm and pushes another button on the box. The wall disappears, revealing the audience. They all rise and applaud and I can hear chanting, “More, More.”

“Yes, folks, here his is. Now, will he continue? Sam will you walk away with your winnings or will you triple it by completing level five. A moment of silence ladies and gentlemen while he contemplates the decision. Sam you now have two hundred thousand and if you complete level five you will walk away with six hundred thousand. What will it be? You have fifteen seconds to decide.”

A large display on a screen behind my head started the countdown. You could hear the murmuring in the crowd as they whispered among themselves and placed side bets on my decision. I thought about the last level. It didn’t seem that scary now that I could look at it logically. There was an escape route and all I had to do was escape. I just needed to think, which I was very good at. I heard myself yell, “YES!” The audience roared. I closed my eyes relishing the attention.

The room is unfamiliar.  I don’t know how I got here. There is a table, a chair, and a bed. I go over to the bed and sit down and fall through the frame. I continue falling through the floor and falling hard at the bottom of another room. My leg is twisted at a crazy angle and my head is swimming. I see a door. I stand and test my leg. It hurts but I’m able to walk. I walk through the door and fall.

I cradle my head and curl up into a fetal position to try and brace for the impact. I land in front of a herd of strange animals. They ignore me as I look around. I hear a noise. The animals stampede in my direction. I run also. I dive behind a rock and cover my head, coming out once they have passed.

There is a horrific beast staring at me. It growls and I run. I head for the trees. The creature chases me. I grab onto the nearest branch of the first tree and swing myself up on the limb and start climbing up. Hoping that the beast can’t climb trees. To my horror, I see it climbing up.

All the trees are somewhat interconnected and I start racing from tree to tree. I check the progress of my protagonist. It’s not as as fast in the trees. The ground is close now and I jump down.

I hear a thud as the creature jumps to the ground. I start looking for anything that I can use as a weapon. I will have to kill this thing before I can rest. A branch falls and I grab it up. It has a sharpened point where it split from the tree. It seems sturdy enough to use as a spear. I stop and brace myself. The creature runs onto the spear impaling itself, dying. I close my eyes.

I hear clapping and open my eyes. The room is unfamiliar. I don’t know how I got here. A man sits on a chair by the table. He stands up, takes my hand and shakes it.

“I congratulate you on making it to level five. Fewer people have ever made it this far. What you did with that branch was amazing.”

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a box and pushes a button. “Okay Sam. How was your experience? Are you okay? You’re looking a little pale.”

I am getting a sense that I should be remembering something. I take a deep breath. My head is spinning and my leg is throbbing.

“Where am I?” I ask.

“Come with me, Sam. You will remember everything in just a moment.” He pushes another button and the wall disappears and a roar goes up from the audience.

My brain resets and I look down and see my parents looking up at me solemnly.

“Sam, are you going to make your parents proud and go to the next level. You have only one left. I will tell you now. Only two people have ever made it back from level six. One billion. Will you be the third in our game? I will put five minutes on the clock this time and you can go over and discuss it with whomever you choose this time. While you are deciding we will take a quick break to check in with our sponsors.” He cues the camera crews and then leads Sam over to his parents who are climbing up onto the stage.

“Mom, dad, I don’t know. It’s a lot of money. We could live in a better place.” I thought about what would happen if I didn’t survive the next level. They were holding me and crying.

I finally said, “I have to. I will survive. My survival instincts are good.”

Tom, cued the camera crews and everyone got back to their seats. I walked over and took my place beside Tom.

“Well folks, here he is with his decision. Sam, what will it be. Are you going to risk it all to complete level six the very last level worth one billion dollars? I need your answer, now.”

“Yes!” I say, closing my eyes.

I hear a grating noise and open my eyes. The room is unfamiliar. I don’t know how I got here. There is no furniture and the floors are smooth. I finally get tired of looking for a way out and sit down against a wall and close my eyes listening for a moment.

I open my eyes and flail my arms about to try and stop the fall. My body is plummeting rapidly to the room below. I cradle my head and roll up trying to protect myself from the impact. I hit the bottom and cry out. I didn’t break any bones, but I hurt. A ladder hangs over me. I am hurting too much to attempt climbing the ladder so my only option is the door in the wall.

I go to the door and open it slowly. It leads to a meadow. A river is flowing to the side and there are deer grazing. I walk out head towards the river. I squat down and put my hand in the water. The water is icy. I am trying to remember how I got here.

I hear a growl that stands my hair on ends. I turn and see a large wolf looking at me and snarling. I could never run without the wolf catching me. I do the only thing left I jump into the river. I see the wolf running towards me. I swim. The water is so cold that I am having trouble breathing. The wolf is running beside the river following me and waiting for me to come to shore. I swim faster, trying to get to the other side, but my body is cold and I am having more trouble moving my arms and legs. My teeth are chattering and I know I am not going to make it. I sink to the bottom and realize, I’m in waist-deep water, a hundred yards from where I jumped in. The wolf is there trying to decide if it is worth getting wet to come after me. I stand and struggle to make my legs carry me to the other side so I can pull myself out of the river. I stumble and fall and swim to the other side. The wolf sits down on the other side and howls. The sound hurts my ears and I cringe. I make myself crawl out of the water. I start scooching backwards and come to a stop against a tree. I look up and see my salvation. I pull myself up and grab the side of the tree and start climbing the tree. I get about twenty feet off the ground and look down. A pack of wolves have arrived. Braving the water, they now sit at the base of the tree. They try to climb the tree and fail. Finally they leave. I climb further and find a decent limb to spread out on. I close my eyes.

I hear a noise and open my eyes. The room is unfamiliar. I don’t know how I got here. A man is coming to me grinning.

“Welcome back. Sam you have done amazingly well. That was incredible how you jumped in the river. That was ingenious thinking on your part. That is the kind of thinking we need in our newest colony. You earned a seat on the next transport. You will have to sign a non disclosure agreement on everything that happened here. All you can say is that you won the money. Do you understand? We only have so many spots available in the new colony. This is how we choose the brightest minds.”

I could hear everything he said and I was reveling in my moment. I was going to the new colony that was all that mattered. Tom pushed a button on his box and the wall disappeared one last time. The audience surged the stage and his parents were up on the stage and grabbing him as he walked forward.

“I did it. Did you see? I made it.” I yelled above the crowd, as my parents joined me. I shook Tom’s hand and smiled for the camera then signed the non-disclosure agreement on the podium.

I hear a coughing noise and open my eyes. The room is unfamiliar. But I know how I got here. I am on the transport ship with my parents heading to our new lives.

The why is simple… It’s Trump’s chaotic tariffs that have no plan, no reason and no predictability. The chaos and lack of lead time are what make exporters and importers hold off, more than the tariff itself.

As far as “US trade dominance”, no such thing! The US has a juicy middle class to sell to, but even that easy picking represents only just over 10% of world trade. Trump’s tariff will substantially reduce that 10% so although the US doesn’t have a trade dominance, its influence on trade and security will be even less after Trump imposes the tariffs (if ever).

Trump has a big mouth, an even bigger ego, and is unbelievably ignorant, but he’s not stupid. It is likely that after all the chaos subsides, the US will have a 10% to 15% universal tariff; everyone can live with that, so most of the trade the US is losing now will eventually return as Americans get used to the new 10% to 15% tax. The bit that won’t return is the trust and influence the USA has lost with its allies.

The only losers are the USA and the American citizen. The rest of the world is fine, even to the point that if Trump were to isolate America completely, the rest of the world would be fine with that and really couldn’t care less.

I am really, really puzzled by what Trump is actually trying to achieve…. He said he wants tariffs to make foreign goods less competitive so that manufacturing is brought back to America, but then he criticises Walmart, Amazon, and others for increasing prices on foreign goods, criticises Powell for being cautious while tariffs are sparking inflation and this “genious negotiator” reaches reciprical tariffs agreements of 15% with countries like Japan that originaly had an average tariff on US goods of just 1.35%. Also, if revenue is the ultimate purpose of tariffs, Trump could have introduced a 2% consumption tax, which would likely not have upset anyone and would hardly have been noticed, while still generating the $300 billion in revenue he aims for.

Did Trump buy his economics degree at a flea market, or did he really study economics?

Unhinged Wife Blamed Premenopause For Putting Me In The ER, Now She Deal With A Divorce!

One of the toughest challenges during training is to stay awake.

In the first two months of training we used to get only 1–1.5 hrs of sleep per day. It was tiring as hell. Your body is completely broken and every muscle pains like hell.

Every cell of your body screams – “I need rest”.

But you don’t stop, you keep pushing and pushing. Eventually your body gets into auto mode and decides – “F*** this idiot, I’m going to take rest”.

And the it happens. Sleep takes over. You never know when you are sleeping. You mind sleeps while to body is moving.

I’ve seen my course mate sleep while running, he didn’t even know.

I’ve slept while climbing rope when I was made to stay there till the whole company has not climbed up.

I’ve slept while standing and watching a boxing match and fell directly on my back. Everyone started looking at what happened including the players. Then they realised one cadet dozed off and fell.

The most difficult part was to stay awake during lectures. If the instructor caught you sleeping he’ll make your life hell which would make you sleep even more. 😀

This is common across armies all over the world.

How has this changed me?

Now I think 4–5 hrs of sleep is a luxury and 6 hrs of sleep is more than enough for the body. I don’t face problems waking up at 4–5 in the morning.

My wife sleeps for 8–9 hours and I tell her that you’ve become lazy. She tells me that woman’s body requires 9–10 hrs of sleep, I tell her that it requires only what you tell it requires. The rest is just laziness. 😀

Southwest Chicken Lasagna

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Ingredients

  • 2 cups shredded deli-roasted chicken
  • 1 tablespoon lime juice
  • 1 1/2 teaspoons chili powder
  • 1/2 teaspoon cumin
  • 1/2 teaspoon Saigon cinnamon
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • 1/2 teaspoon pepper
  • 1 small onion, chopped
  • 2 garlic cloves, chopped
  • 1 tablespoon vegetable oil
  • 1 (16 ounce) jar salsa
  • 1 (15 ounce) can chili
  • 1 (4.5 ounce) can chopped green chiles
  • 9 (6 inch) flour tortillas
  • 1 (8 ounce) package shredded Mexican four-cheese blend

Instructions

  1. Combine first 7 ingredients; let stand for five minutes. Set aside.
  2. Sauté onion and garlic in hot oil in a large skillet over medium-high heat for 3 to 4 minutes or until tender. Add salsa, chili and green chiles; reduce heat and simmer for 3 to 4 minutes.
  3. Line the bottom of an 11 x 7 inch baking dish with 3 tortillas; layer with one-half chili mixture, one half chicken mixture and 1/3 of the cheese. Repeat layers; top with remaining tortillas. Sprinkle remaining cheese on top.
  4. Bake 350 degrees F for 25 to 30 minutes; let stand for 5 to minutes before serving.

Very Tough

Things are becoming very expensive

Locals actually take a bus into Shenzhen to buy smartphones, groceries and a lot of stuff including a visit to a DENTIST!!!

Can you believe it?

A Dentist in Shenzhen instead of HK because Dentists are expensive in HK and booked up

On their day the MRTs work fine but on some days they get delayed by as much as 40–45 minutes

IBOs from India working for SBI HK once could save 3000–4000 HKD a month ($ 500) now can save no more than $ 100 a month

Indians can’t go to Shenzhen from HK like locals

So they buy groceries costing a lot more for a lot more money

Rents are higher now

You want to leave your Apartment and go for a new one ?

Good luck getting any Apartment bigger than 55 Sq meters

The Irony is HK still has a sign that says “Beware of Mainlanders entering HK to escape communism” put up in 1967 at Lo Wu near Tau Kok

Yet now it’s Hongkongers who are flooding into the Mainland


This is what an associate with SBI in HK tells me

I myself have no idea how life is there

This Soldier Says He’s A Time Traveler And This Photo Is His Proof

The whole world is so obsessed with rights. It’s all coming from the United States and its lackies.

For example, India. People scream “rights, rights, rights”. If the whole country is screaming those words, there is no hope for development.

I once read a French philosopher. She is a woman. She says, “Rigts and duties are the two sides of the same coin. One cannot exist without the other. If a man has rights, then it necessarily implies that it is a duty of someone else to fulfill that man’s rights.”

I think the reason East Asia developed but South Asia didn’t is that South Asian countries became overly obessed with rights. East Asians were saved by their cultural focus on duty.

People say humans are born with innate rights. Yes, true. But it’s the wrong way to look at things. For a country to develop, its people should understand that humans are born with innate duties. Duty towards you family, towards your community, towards your nation, and towards humanity in totality. Human rights are naturally fulfilled if society focuses on duty.

Never fear people who talk about rights all the time. They will achieve nothing for others. But people of the world know that it is a duty, and not a right, to sacrifice one’s life for something. So, fear the people who focus on fulfilling their duties. (And that is exactly why so many people pee in their pants when confronted by a communist.)

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Well,most things can only exist in China is because China real estate’s huge influence,so I can list some points:

1.You can’t visit your friend even if you know exactly where he lives

This is because in China’s city there’s no single house,only has high rise microdistricts,between you and your friend there’s 3 gates. The microdistrict’s total gate,the unit gate under the resident building,and your friend’s home door. Without the ID card you can’t open the microdistrict’s gate,and if you don’t know how to operate the unit gate’s visit calling mode you can neither open the unit gate. So in China if someone want visit his friend usually he need call his friend by WeChat in advance. Then the friend will go downstairs to lead you go in his microdistrict

2.If you decide to change the air conditioner in your room that will be a dangerous and expansive task

Because of most high rise microdistrict has 33 to 34 floors,the outdoor unit of the AC actually been put on a nearly 100 meters tall vertical wall,to drag it into the building is a dangerous task,and you need pay enough to your worker as their reward of do such a hard task

3.Every day you leave your home you need seek for your car for many minutes

There’s no personal garage. Your car will be store at underground parking lot that may have 2 or 3 floors,some supertall high rise microdistrict even has 4 to 6 floors. And try figure out where your car located in thousands of parking spots is a tough thing

4.There’s no personal gardener in China

Because of the garden in a microdistrict actually belongs to the property manager company,not anyone who buy a house in it. So there’s only big scale group gardeners,and in villages in China,because of the poor,there’s also no personal gardener

The future has no reason….

Written in response to: Write an open-ended story in which your character’s fate is uncertain.

Julie Grenness

The world kept turning, the sun rose anyway. A new dawn. Who were the survivors? No humans left in the immutable cycles of Mother Earth. The sparse remaining fragments of the sophisticated technological ages of the humanoids had all been drowned and demolished.Sadly, only one form of life made it through. Yes, a new dawn of a new day. As the now cooling red orange sun appeared, there were only lowly fungi. Of all the many varied forms of life’s web, only fungi.Naturally, the sun arose anyway to lighten fungi, lichens, moulds, ragworts, algae clusters, mushroom and toadstools. In the now sepia tinted oceans, only dead seawood and kelp. The world was now silent.

The meagre supply of air was colder and much, much older. The fungi grew and multiplied a little, eking an existence in the cooling world, lit by an ageing sun, weighed down by its own mortality.

Once upon a fungus lifetime, there was born a mutant mushroom. Some eidetic influence in the genetic pool of fungi gave birth to a thinking mushroom, a prophet, an oracle.

The sage grew and grew. She finally emerged to the stunned fungi, there appeared a giant thinking mushroom, the self-declared Lady Bellepheron Isiaha-Elija. Lady Bellepheron had nominated her hyphenated surname, in the best middle-class tradition. If, indeed, fungi had ever had a middle-class.

Coincidentally, Lady Bellepheron Isiaha-Elija was known as Lady Bell to her new more able-brained fungi friends. Lady Bell was born to lead her newfound flock. Lady Bell could see visions of a brighter future ahead. Lady Bell proclaimed herself the religous leader of all life on Planet Earth. She could cast prophecies for the ultimate fate of all fungi on the vast globe. Lady Bell’s basic message was that, upon their demise, they were all returning to the great Fungus in the sky!

In contrast to the other mindless mushrooms and fungus, all tinted shades of orange, yellow and brown, Lady Bell was colored in purple hues. Her lid was lilac, her gills and stalk were dark purple, and she was adorned with a purple veil, spangled with orange mushroom spores. Lady Bell’s intuition told her that the time was right to proclaim her new faith for life on lonely Earth. Then she collected some materials, a pile of dead seaweed and ancient giant clam shell, with a gong fashioned from an obsidian rock, located on the deserted shoreline.

The prophet was satisfied, she had bells and smells for her new devout. Lady Bell stood on the cliff top. Fungi gathered, amazed. Lady Bell smote her clam shell, resonating.

“Thus spake Lady Bellepheron Isiaha-Elija, your sentient mushroom prophet. Heed my good news!”

The fungi were awakening from their timeless slumber of mindless meditation. Lady Bell pronounced her faith innovative, a new religion to her zealots one and all. “Our faith is called, “Happy Clappies!”

Lady Bell smote her simple drums, slightly deafening her congregation, increasing steadily, as fungi swarmed in the gloom.

“Heed my good news,

Blessed are the fungi, lichen and slime.

We have inherited the Earth, after all this time!

Fear not, little flock, we all ascend to the Great Fungus in the sky,

Might as well go forth and multiply,

So we all survive,

Enjoy being alive!”

Soon, the word of Lady Bell was spreading. Roused to sentience, rows and rows of line-dancing, boot-scooting mushrooms and toadstools went prancing to the same innovative tunes.

Lady Bell summoned her flock to daily morning revival meetings. As the sun arose each day, the “Happy Clappies” were convened in session. Lady Bell preached to her assorted followers, so long kept in the dark and fed BS. Lady Bell raised her lid, sounded her drum, and her adherents waved their dead seaweed, her voice loud.

“Now sing along, magic mushrooms, and toadstools! Sing and dance, let us pray!”

Lady Bell smote her drums, and sang, in her loud, clear voice. Her tune was the old relic of a once human song, slightly paraphrased, “The Spirit in the Sky’. She sang her tune, ending ‘You got to have a friend in fungus!”

Then she concluded, “Fear not, little flock Now go forth and breed more fungus. This planet is ours! Come early, tomorrow, Happy Clappies! This is our new religion. ”

Happily, the fungi cheered as one, and pranced off to their being . So began their novel existence. All now believed in their faith, they were all going up to the Fungus in the sky. Deafened by the drum, the mushrooms and toadstools began spontaneous hugs and dancing.

Unfortunately, sentience amid the fungi has also awoken revolutionary thoughts. One rebel fungus assembled like-minded insurgents to form a rabble of counter-sentients. They all wished to reform the fungi to their former state of mindless meditation, to destroy Lady Bell with her high ideals, religous philosophies, and middle class name. This would restore their lonely planet to ooze and slime, dwelling in its primeval origins.

The anti-sentients insurgents fashioned machetes for mushrooms from more of the obsidian rocks to found on the rocky shores of the sepia brown oceans, awash with dead kelp and seawood. These rebels wanted no more ‘bells and smells’, no more group hugs and line-dancing.

Hostilities broke out, patches of resistance to the new sentience of the faith innovative, “Happy Clappies’. Machete wielding mushrooms slashed sentient fungi’s stalks as they stood, celebrating in the dawn of each day, as the sun rose anyway.

Finally, the few remaining adherents huddled around Lady Bell. All seemed excremental to their encampment. The oncoming mindless mushrooms loomed in the gloom, waving their machetes so ferociously. Skirmishes between the insurgents and “Happy Clappies’ were evident. Mushroom stalks were being slashed at a steady rate.

“Lady Bell, what are we going to do?’ implored her zealots, losing their religion. The mob were hell bent on slaying the brotherhood, to end understanding. The great Prophet pondered, then spoke to her faithful fungi. This was her finest hour. Could she rescue her loyal mushrooms and toadstools from doom?

Lady Bell announced, “We shall deafen them into our own true faith Gather ye giant clam shells where they lay, while we may!”

The faithful Happy Clappies hastened to oblige. Led by Lady Bell, they sounded their drums. Meanwhile, the machete-wielding mushrooms kept on slashing noble Happy Clappies. Then:BOOM!

The rebels clutched their eardrums, and collapsed into a mangled heap, deafness. Resistance to Lady Bell was futile. But she forgave them. The thinking prophet spake again.

“Resistance to Lady Bells is useless. Lay down your weapons. We give you weapons of love. Now sound our drums!”

The Happy Clappies banged their drums, and waved their dead seaweed. Bells and smells filled the air.

“Repent all ye rebels. I declare this revolution over, finito!

Be blessed and have a great day, fungi!”

The sun rose and the world turned anyway.

“Don’t tell me what to do…” muttered one little fungus.

The future of Lady Bell and her zealots might happen for no reason…….

I was actually waiting for a room to open up in the ER, and i was sitting in one of the three quick triage chairs that were only seperated by a curtain.

This area normally isnt used to hold someone waiting for a room, but I was in a ton of pain and they had given me morphine and needed to keep an eye on me.

A less than financially sound individual in the next chair over, and she was given a prescription for antibiotics. Long story short she had been sexually assaulted and the antibiotics were part of a regimen she was given for a “just in case” as well as an abortion pill.

She was panicking because she knew she couldnt afford the co pay, again because of her less than ideal insurance she had. Instead of minding my own business i asked my nurse to ask her if it was ok that i paid for her medication. My nurse initially protested saying that it wasn’t my job and that she could figure it out herself. I kept pushing and she finally asked her. The lady said no at first, which i understand completely. It’s embarrassing to not be able to afford something and its become an issue that is now in earshot of strangers.

But thankfully she relented. She was dischared and took her prescription to the hospital pharmacy, who of course called the ER to make sure she wasn’t just making up a story and wasting their time. The Dr confirmed i was sitting there with my wallet out ready to read them my card number.

So in the end, I ended up with an NG tube pumping out my stomach to try and dislodge an intestinal blockage, and some random young lady who i will never see again got the medication she needed to prevent any potential STDs.

Not a perfect ending but close enough.

Sir Whiskerton and the ‘No Outside Knowledge’ Loophole: A Kitten’s Gaokao Nightmare

Ah, dear reader, prepare for a tale of academic absurdity, political echoes, and the most unqualified test-taker in farm history. Today’s adventure stars Ditto the Kitten, facing the ultimate challenge: a kitten-sized Gaokao (or as Doris calls it, “fowl play”). So sharpen your pencils (or claws), and join me for Sir Whiskerton and the ‘No Outside Knowledge’ Loophole.


Act 1: The Test Heard ‘Round the Farm

A stern notice arrived, pinned to the barn door by a very official-looking squirrel:

  • “ATTENTION: ALL KITTENS MUST PASS THE FARM GAOKAO TO QUALIFY FOR… WELL, ANYTHING.”

Ditto, clutching a tiny pencil, trembled. “But I only know how to repeat things!”

Sir Whiskerton, ever the mentor, patted his head. “Fear not. I shall… whisper the answers.”

Doris gasped. “This is cheating! And bad improv!”


Act 2: The Echo Chamber of Doom

As the test began, Whiskerton leaned in:

  • “Question 1: What is 2 + 2?”
  • Whiskerton whispers: “Four.”
  • Ditto echoes: “I am not a crook!”

(The farmer’s radio had been blasting Nixon speeches all morning.)

Chaos ensued.

  • Question 2: “Name one farm animal.”
  • Ditto: “I am not a kitten!”
  • Doris: “SCANDAL! HISSSSS!” (She’d never hissed before. It was unsettling.)

Porkchop, proctoring from a hay bale, shrugged. “At least he’s consistent.”


Act 3: The Loophole That Wasn’t

Sir Whiskerton, now sweating, tried hand signals.

  • “Question 3: What does a cow say?”
  • Whiskerton gestures: Moo.
  • Ditto: “Quack-amelia!” (Ferdinand’s opera training had lingered.)

Doris exploded.

  • “This is fowl play! And I mean that literally!”
  • Whiskerton: “I was clearly quoting history.”
  • Ditto: “I am not a crook!”

The Yodeling Fish, sensing drama, began a soap opera soundtrack.


The Moral of the Story

Sometimes, the only correct answer is “I have no idea what’s happening.”


Post-Credit Scene

Ditto receives his “diploma”—a napkin that says “Participated, Probably.” Doris demands a recount.


Best Lines

  • “This isn’t cheating—it’s collaborative learning!” – Sir Whiskerton
  • “I’ve seen better echoes in a cave.” – Porkchop
  • “I am not a scandal! …Wait, am I?” – Ditto

Starring

  • Ditto (Echoing Enigma)
  • Sir Whiskerton (Whispering Menace)
  • Doris (Fowl-Mouthed Activist)

Key Jokes

  • Ditto’s Nixon phase (unexplained, unforgettable).
  • Doris inventing new poultry-based puns.
  • The Yodeling Fish providing dramatic stingers.

P.S.

A test without cheating is just a pop quiz for honesty… and boring.

Deli Rotisserie Chicken with Rice Stuffing

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Ingredients

  • 1 deli lemon pepper rotisserie chicken
  • 1 tablespoon butter
  • 1/4 cup matchstick carrots
  • 1/4 cup dried cherry-flavored cranberries
  • 1 cup water
  • 2 cups home style herb stuffing mix
  • 1 (8.8 ounce) package pre-cooked long grain and wild rice

Instructions

  1. Remove chicken from all packaging.
  2. Wrap in aluminum foil and place in baking pan.
  3. Place in 200 degrees F oven to keep warm.
  4. Heat large saucepan over medium-high heat for 2 to 3 minutes.
  5. Combine butter, carrots, and cranberries in pan; cook for 1 to 2 minutes or until carrots are tender.
  6. Stir in water, stuffing, and rice; cook for 1 to 2 minutes or until hot.
  7. Remove from heat; cover and let stand for 3 to 5 minutes.
  8. Stir and serve.

Nutrition

Per complete recipe: Calories (per 1/4 recipe) 940kcal; Fat 51g; Chol 240mg; Sodium 1320mg; Carb 44g; Fiber 2g; Protein 64g; Vit A 35%; Vit C 8%; Calc 4%; Iron 30%

Per stuffing only: Calories (per 1/4 recipe) 270kcal; Fat 7g; Chol 10mg; Sodium 650mg; Carb 44g; Fiber 2g; Protein 5g; Vit A 30%; Vit C 2%; Calc 4%; Iron 10%

Attribution

Publix

  • China is the world’s largest manufacturing country and produces the most goods, 20% of which are consumer goods.
  • The United States is the world’s largest financial power, printing the most US dollars in the world.

However, when currency cannot be used as an equivalent to purchase goods, it is just a piece of waste paper.

Once the dollars printed by the United States can no longer be used to purchase Chinese goods, the dollar loses its value. People will use the currency accepted by China to buy Chinese goods.


The same situation occurred during the Chinese Civil War.

The CPC launched a large-scale production campaign in its base areas and introduced various policies to incentivise factories and farms to actively produce.

The KMT issued a large amount of currency in the Nationalist-controlled areas, causing hyperinflation. Bundles of currency could not even buy a small piece of bread.

The CPC has food, and the KMT has currency.

The CPC’s ‘grain standard’ completely defeated the KMT’s ‘currency standard’.

I guess many overseas Chinese may still have the devalued currency issued by the KMT back then.

KRONOS (1957) Sci-fi Full Movie

Today’s classic gem of grade-B 1960’s science fiction pleasures.

The Tyranny of the Leaf

1 Don’t imitate the American tourists who were seen trying to take down a French flag on July 14th and wondering why they’ve been arrested by the police.

2 Avoid jokes about the white flag, reverse gears… we hear that joke ten times a day, no more a joke but harrassment

3 behave normally in the street, don’t shout. We always say : you hear an American tourist before you see him.

4 Don’t try to bring back a piece of historical monument. After the Da Vinci Code movie, it was necessary to put up plexiglass panels to prevent damage in the church of st germain des prés .

5 Don’t think you’re in a third world country or at Disneyland.

6 Politeness is important, so a hello when entering a store is important.

7 Don’t call the waiter in a cafe with a snap of your fingers. Likewise, in a cafe or restaurant, don’t forget that you are not alone, be discreet. Not everyone wants to hear your donkey yelling accent.

8 Avoid what I heard on the Champs Elysees: farting contests from us tourists resting on a bank.

9 don’t wear MAGA caps or shirts, especially in Denmark

10 please note that the river “Seine” does not flow into the gulf of America but in the english channel or la Manche.

11 don’t wear fanny packs. To avoid confusion, i change the Word for banana pack which is the name of this bag in france

12 don’t try to pay with US dollars. the official currency in Europe is the euro, the british pound or the danish crown (for denmark and greenland) 6 other currencies

13 don’t complain about Cobblestone streets, lack of air conditioning or about small portion sizes while dining out

14 don’t come with Karen

so in conclusion don’t be like this ! and remember Europe is not for sale…

other points suggested by quora members and the last one from a friend waiter in a restaurant in the town of Eze

avoid the comment like : Hey, you oughta be grateful – we pulled your fat outta the fire in WW I and II.” or “Why aren’t the menus in English and the prices in $?”

don’t come with Karen and Kevin

thank you for the 1000 upvotes. for those who deny, read the comments of other members especially those of David Rh. Kris Je. and Wolfgang H. who made my day. very funny

ICONIC “Ride of the Valkyries” Reactions! Apocalypse Now (1979) Movie Reaction First Time Watching

It will be difficult for sure.

It is actually an interesting study of the pros and cons of greedy capitalism when one compares the leverage China can exert on its rare earth export control and that the US can on say, IC chips.

When a monopolized commodity is identified as one that has great demand in the world, the typical greedy capitalist would inflate its price to obscene levels. Basically no rational logic can explain why they are so prohibitively priced. One sees such capitalist greed in all kinds of things, not only IC chips, but pharmaceuticals, machineries, special materials, jet engines, chemicals, etc. In all such cases, when the capitalist enjoys the monopoly, the price is inflated not according to cost analysis, but based on how hard the customer can be squeezed without dropping dead right away.

But this capitalist greed in the meantime created great inconvenience when Western politicians want to weaponize the commodity for political ends, as the first ones getting hurt the most would be the greedy capitalists themselves. They have been so pampered and spoiled in the fat created by their own greed, and their very being has become so inextricably dependent on this fat, that weaponization of their commodity means a simultaneous existential crisis. We see the frantic lobbying by Intel, AMD, Micron, Nvidia, etc. to dampen the impact of export restrictions on IC chips to China, as these companies all stand to take a crushing blow if it goes forward in full force.

On the other hand, despite recognizing the unique monopolizing position China has on the rare earth elements and its criticality, and apart from internal price wars between minor regional producers, the Chinese government never intentionally took the pricing of rare earth elements to the same preposterous levels that Western capitalist countries did with whatever commodity they could monopolize. Capitalist greed is not manifest in the way the Chinese government regulated the price of rare earth elements. Despite calls to exercise export restrictions for the last 3 decades, Chinese rare earth elements are not fetching nearly the same obscene prices as Western monopolized goods do.

Ironically, this absence of capitalist greed, and resulting freedom from the fat it generated, are what gave the Chinese government the ease and free hand with which to impose export restrictions on rare earth. Since there was never much greed and fat on which the Chinese companies’ livelihood depended, it is relatively easy to simply cut off these exports without incurring much pain. This is what we are seeing now.

A greedy capitalist economy is clearly at a disadvantage when it comes to weaponizing monopolized commodities. One can’t have it both ways.

Let’s see from an Indian Perspective if Food is indeed affordable in China

Easy enough to claim things from a Dollar Perspective

Let’s take a basic list of groceries

100 grams Butter – 17.80 Yuan

1 Loaf (19 slices) brown bread – 8.55 Yuan

368 grams chicken breast – 15.30 Yuan

3 * 430 grams Pork Cuts – 31.79 Yuan

12 Eggs – 8.78 Yuan

5 Kilograms Rice – 17.30 Yuan

250 ml Vinegar – 5.90 Yuan

250 ml Soy Sauce – 7.10 Yuan

886 grams (0.886 Kg) Boneless Chicken Cubes – 33.20 Yuan

1 Bowl Mutton Bowl Broth (500 ml) – 12 Yuan

750 ml Chicken Stock – 13.90

2.65 Kg Potatoes – 10.91 Yuan

1.68 Kilos Onions – 7.87 Yuan

300 grams Peeled Shrimp – 14.72 Yuan

Total – 205.02 Yuan

(Prices include VAT)

So a basic Chinese grocery shopping list for the week costs a family of 3 People around 205 Yuan

This family has two working parents who earn around 18,930 Yuan a month total income after taxes and social Security

Source : Xiaohongshu / Red Note

In Hangzhou they are typically Middle Class

Butter is the only thing expensive because it’s a Danish Brand

The Supermarket is a Chinese Supermarket where things are 20% cheaper than Walmart or Carrefour

So the family pays around 1000 Yuan for their monthly provisions which is close to 5.28% of their monthly salary

Hangzhou is like Bengaluru

Comparable SOLI income :-

18,930 RMB income in Hangzhou a month for a middle class family is equivalent to ₹ 1,14,333/- a month post tax for a middle class family in Bengaluru

So Price of Monthly Groceries in Bengaluru based on Facebook averages around ₹11,500/- a month for a family of 4 persons

That’s 10% of the Monthly Salary

(Only Groceries not stuff like Branded Soaps, Branded Detergents etc)

I have excluded Mutton in India and Beef/Lobster in China as they are regarded PRIME MEAT


So yes Food is cheaper in China than many countries

Not everywhere

You still have a 269 Yuan a head Buffet where they serve Shark Fin Soup and other luxuries

Nonetheless on the whole Food is Cheap


Reasons

I. Subsidies on Essentials

Prices of Rice, Soy Sauce, Eggs, Pork, Chicken, Oil are set by the Government of China (State) and the maximum spread between farmers price and retail price is CAPPED at 18%/20%/30%

Trucks are CAPPED at 225 Yuan for a 500 Kilogram Load with such trucks getting FREE DIESEL (Upto 30 Litres a day) & interest free loans to buy

II. Efficient Distribution

Food is distributed perfectly

If there is a surplus China has Silos to store the food for several weeks or months and ensure a minimum price floor

If there is a deficit, China has sufficient reserves to prevent a significant price jump

China has the capacity to store upto 170% of their annual wheat and 300% of their annual rice and 240% of their annual pork and chicken

To this day no other nation can handle more than 40%

This helps keep prices stable and low

III. No Taxes whatsoever

Small Eateries don’t pay taxes in China

They pay local license fees

One time 8500 Yuan & Annually 5400 or 450 Yuan a month

No Bribes

No Premium

Every year you have 60–200 New Licenses per district for push carts and eateries

So investment is very low

The only deal is ENSURE YOU DON’T PROFITEER

As long as your annual revenue is less than 400,000 Yuan , you are IGNORED both in GDP & in everything else

Premium Food

Some foods are not included in Food Security and you pay full price

For instance 300 grams Crab Meat of a King Crab costs 291 Yuan and 600 ml Olive Oil costs around 97 Yuan

Exclusive Soochow Tea, Crab Meat, Lobster, Caviar, Steaks are all excluded in the subsidy list

There the reason for low prices is purely exchange rate advantage

Merkules – ”Rich Men North Of Richmond” Remix

They’ve sort of tried before.

Project Babylon was a “space gun” developed in Saddam Hussein’s Iraq based on an earlier US-Canadian research project called HARP. The idea was to use a chemical propellant gun (railgun technology simply wasn’t there yet) to boost a payload up high. In theory, the payload (which could be a rocket) can then ignite the motor and reach orbit like any other spacecraft.

However, this being Saddam’s project, only an idiot would think that this is an actual, peaceful space vehicle launcher. The inventor, Gerald Bull (who was part of Project HARP too), was then found with a severe case of multiple high velocity lead injection ala Mossad (I’ve also heard CIA too).

As I said, there’s nothing theoretically wrong with it. Boosting a spacecraft to altitude will (on paper) reduce the insane amount of fuel needed to escape the atmosphere. This is why we’ve made quite a few air-launched rockets, the latest iteration being the absolutely humongous Roc by Stratolaunch, now one of the largest airplanes around after the An-225 was destroyed.

It was originally intended to launch a special version of the SpaceX Falcon rocket, but the deal fell through and Stratolaunch went their own way. However, the rocket they can launch with this thing is really tiny in comparison, and this also highlights the issue with the “space gun”.

It takes SO much energy to boost the rocket appreciably that we’re generally better off just using rockets all the way. I don’t think this will change even with railgun technology unless both the electricity and parts for the giant gun (especially) becomes literally dirt cheap. You probably will need to hook it up to a nuclear reactor or something.

As other answers noted, the gun itself will not put an object into orbit. It will send it on a suborbital trajectory like a ballistic missile. This is why the Babylon Gun was dangerous because it really was just a giant artillery piece that you can use to bombard other countries. You still need at least one rocket stage to boost it into a true orbit.

De-orbiting is exactly the reverse and can’t be done with a gun from Earth. It’s the rockets that do the job.

Sir Whiskerton and the Kale Rebellion: A Leafy Uprising

Ah, dear reader, prepare for a tale of culinary tyranny, bovine revolution, and the most unlikely black-market snack dealers this side of the barnyard. Today’s adventure stars Chef Chloe, a human with more passion than practicality; Bessie the Cow, a hippie with a hunger for justice; and The Three Blind Mice, whose loyalty wavers with the promise of carbs. So grab your pitchforks (or salad forks), and join me for Sir Whiskerton and the Kale Rebellion.


Act 1: The Tyranny of the Leaf

Chef Chloe, her chef’s hat tilted at a revolutionary angle, nailed a proclamation to the barn door:

  • “ATTENTION, PEASANTS! By decree of culinary progress, kale is now the farm’s official currency!”

The animals stared.

  • “But… I can’t eat my rent,” Porkchop muttered.
  • “That’s the point,” Chloe beamed. “It’s healthy capitalism!”

Bessie, her mood ring flashing violent mauve, rose from her meditation cushion.

  • “This is oppression wrapped in fiber,” she declared. “LET THEM EAT GRASS!”

And so, the Great Kale Resistance began.


Act 2: Bessie’s Bovine Revolution

Armed with picket signs (“KALE NO!”, “LEAFY GREENS = GREED”), Bessie led a protest march.

  • “Join me, comrades!” she bellowed. “Down with the cruelty of cruciferous!”

The farm rallied:

  • Doris demanded “kale-free zones.”
  • Rufus ate a protest sign (“Tastes like justice.”)
  • The Yodeling Fish harmonized “The Internationale” (badly).

Meanwhile, in the shadows…


Act 3: The Carb Cartel

The Three Blind MiceTito Tango, Paco Cha-Cha, and Carlos Conga—set up shop in a hollow log.

  • “Psst… hey, kid,” Tito whispered, adjusting his sunglasses. “Wanna buy black-market corn?”

Their operation was tight:

  • Paco flirted with customers (“For you, mi amor, a discount.”)
  • Carlos kept watch (“If the Man comes, we cha-cha outta here.”)

Sir Whiskerton, observing the chaos, sighed. “We’ve reached peak farm.”


The Climax: The Battle of the Barnyard

Chloe, wielding a kale bazooka (a salad shooter), faced off against Bessie’s grassroots militia.

  • “Surrender your leafy oppression!” Bessie demanded.
  • “Never! Vitamins for all! Chloe retorted.

Then—FART.

The mice burst into synchronized salsa: “¡MÚSICA NATURAL!”

The distraction worked. Porkchop stole the kale stash.


The Moral of the Story

Even the healthiest dictatorships crumble when carbs are on the table.


Post-Credit Scene

The mice open a pop-up taco stand (“100% corn, 0% kale”). Chef Chloe, now a fugitive, starts a underground salad speakeasy.


Best Lines

  • “Kale is money, and money is rooted in evil.” – Bessie, probably high
  • “I accept payment in corn or compliments.” – Paco Cha-Cha
  • “This isn’t a farm—it’s a food pyramid scheme.” – Sir Whiskerton

Starring

  • Chef Chloe (Leafy Despot)
  • Bessie (Cowmunist Icon)
  • The Three Blind Mice (Grain Gangsters)

Key Jokes

  • Chloe’s kale coins are just stained lettuce.
  • The mice’s “black-market log” has a Yelp page.
  • Bessie’s protest signs include “My Other Sign Is a Grass Stain.”

P.S.

A farm without carbs is just a prison for hangry animals.

OK, here is how it will work out:

Farmers and ranchers produce about 2 to 3 times the amount of food we need in the US. The rest is sold to other countries or used as cattle feed or to make other foods. We also buy a lot of food – like beef from Australia and fruits from several countries. Let’s say they make 1 million pounds of each – people food, export food, animal food, other foods – just as an example.

The reciprocal tariffs price our products higher than other sources so other countries are not buying our farm products. That puts 1 million pounds more on the US market but the US market usually uses less than that so to sell it, the farmers have to lower their prices – a lot. Some will go out of business because it costs more to harvest than they can sell it for. Lots of farmers will have to fire people because they can’t make enough money. As soon as the current glut of food is gone, there will be scarcity because next year there will be fewer farms and they will not produce as much. Prices to US consumers will come down for a few products and go up for most of the others.

A lot of crops are grown to feed cattle. Reciprocal tariffs price our beef and meat products higher than other sources so other countries are not buying our meat products. Deals have already been made by Australia to sell beef to China and Japan. The EU won’t buy our beef. We have lost most of the export market for our beef products, which means that we will have a glut of cattle in the US that will temporarily lower the cost of beef but, as with grain crops, as soon as the excess inventory is gone, prices will rise. Ranchers will reduce their herds and the grain bought that would be used for cattle feed. This will further reduce income to the farmers and eventually increase the price of meat in the US.

We deported a lot of migrant workers so a lot of farms will not be able to produce as much as they had in the past. Some will let the food rot in the fields. Some will harvest part of their fields. By this Fall, US-produced veggies and fruit will be in short supply making the price go up.

The import tariffs Trump has put on foreign produce will jack up prices on imported fruits and veggies to consumers. Combined with the scarcity of US produce, grocery prices will rise a lot. A lot of people will not pay $1.50 or more for one apple or orange so sales might drop – driving up prices even more.

Most of the larger countries on Trump’s tariff list have made trade agreements among themselves to the exclusion of the US. In the years to come, they will buy and sell among themselves and NOT buy from the US or sell to the US without charging very high prices. BRICS, Canada, China, the EU, Brazil, Japan, Australia, Spain, South Korea, and Italy have all agreed on trade deals that exclude the US. This means that in the future – all the things we used to buy from them will not be available or will cost a lot more.

Even if Trump were gone tomorrow, these trade agreements will persist for a long time and the US will suffer being isolated from global trade at favorable prices. The reduction in planted fields and farms and the reduced cattle herds will take time to recover, which will continue to cause scarcity for several years, which will cause grocery prices to stay high longer.

Trump has screwed us royally. . . . and he has not stopped making it worse.

UPDATE: China – our largest grain buyer – has stopped ALL farm purchases. China now buys from Brazil, Argentina and Canada in long-term trade agreements. 88% of farm exports have stopped. Grain silos are full with no buyers. Fields are unharvested. Produce is rotting. Because of the high fees for using the silos, some farmers are dumping their crops into landfills or into the ocean.

Many farmers are not replanting for next year because they have no assurance they will have a buyer.

Some farmers are selling their equipment just to pay for food for their families.

Broken America?

Donald Trump is a walking talking idiot in a nice suit. He tried last round to break America and you see how that went on January 6. Debacle.

He has a job today, unlike his job last time. This time he is a punching bag for Americas anger at the policies we are seeing enacted.

170 Executive Orders? In only 6 months? That is a LOT of EOs. How did he manage that?

Trump did not. He can barely read and write. He is too busy playing ‘grab em’ and preening for cameras anyways.

You ain’t been paying attention. Now is a good time.

So who had almost 200 Executive Orders already written up for Trump to sign back in January?

What kinda nutjob would subject America to ICE masked terror, outrageous tarrifs, concentration camps, defunding USAID and a dozen other humanitarian programs that we depend on?

Who had a plan already in place to remove every immigrant, criminalize the homeless and jail them, remove funds for school lunches and tax the hell out of America?

Pay attention

White Christian Nationalist

Russell Vought

The mastermind behind Project 2025

The Boss who is in charge of the Office of Policy and Finance.

#3 man in the America goverment

What has Russell Vought to say about the inhumanity he has heaped on us?

“We will bend or break this bureaucracy to the presidents will’

“The transition will be bloodless……if the Left allows it”

“When they wake up in the morning, we want them (goverment employees) to not want to go to work, because they are increasingly viewed as the villains. We want their funding to be shut down … We want to put them in trauma.”

Nice guy?

Traitor

Remember this face, it will live long in the history of Americas decline

But we ain’t broken yet…….RESIST

Tom was the golden boy of a group of born-again Christians.

He was charming, charismatic and was the shepherd for lost souls, guiding them into the light of the church. He openly admitted his chequered past; his convictions for violent crimes, his drug abuse and misdemeanors, but swore that he had been saved. His conversion from the dark side into the saving light of love drew numbers into the fold, and the local church was grateful. Eternally grateful.

Through Tom, the troubled teens, the misfits, the lonely, depressed, drug abusers, alcoholics and otherwise lost souls were drawn into the church. People who had previously rejected religion found themselves love-bombed by the community, speaking in tongues or fainting as they were apparently taken over by the holy spirit, in emotion-filled services that preached blind faith to the bible, obedience of wives to their husbands and the promise of heaven. They asked for a tithe of 10% of believers income to finance the church’s activities. Tom was their golden ticket.

I was taken there by a friend, Tina, a lost soul herself, when was at a low point myself. Nevertheless, I struggled to believe it, although part of me wanted to.

Tom would easily fall into a seemingly trance-like state in which he could speak in tongues, listen to “the voice of god”, and offer directives to convince those around him. He wasn’t the leader of the church, but seemed to be the youth leader, though he was no longer that young. We would hang out some evenings in a house bought by the church where lost young souls could live.

One evening, as a group of us were walking through a park, I challenged something that Tom had said. I saw a flash of evil fury in his eyes, and he suddenly pulled me back from the group and knocked me to the ground, threatening me never to defy him. A second later, he pretended it was a joke, pulled me to my feet and was laughing as we caught up with the others. But I had seen through his disguise.

I was right.

I warned my friend Tina to stay away from Tom, and I avoided the group. The next time I saw her, she told me how Tom had violently raped her, and she was pregnant, but the church leaders refused to believe that their golden boy would do such a thing. Tina had been a virgen, was very innocent, and remains traumatised to this very day.

Further stories followed.

He kept a supply of drugs that he doled out to the addicts who came, controlling them.

He went to music festivals to call more lost souls to god, raping girls at their most vulnerable.

Another girl, Fiona, defied him openly, and he dragged her down the stairs by her hair, beat her to a pulp, and she spent weeks in hospital. The police arrested him that time, but he conveniently traded information on major drug dealers in return for his freedom.

I don’t know where he is today. I hope I never see him again. The creature was pure evil.

P.S. Fiona and Tina are pseudonyms, of course. Tom is the real name of the vile Glaswegian devil. And this is not the USA, for all Americans who think that their country is the centre of the universe.

An Honest Opinion from an Impartial but Savvied Observer

I ran across this video since I have an interest in watching people doing woodworking. It is kind of mesmerizing and therapeutic. I watch this person’s channel strictly and exclusively devoted to woodworking from time to time for fun. Unexpectedly he just put out an episode about his professional visit to China, his first time to a country with which he has no association beyond ordering woodworking tools. This time he responded to an invitation by a Chinese tool manufacturer for a business visit.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t2TfbN3v8h8

This clip stands out among hundreds of other YouTube blogs about traveling to China in two major ways:

  • He clearly has no agenda. This is a person from Midwest America whose only interest is in promoting woodworking techniques on YouTube and developing a viewer base of people of same interests. He appears to be an insightful and level-headed person, but beyond that, you cannot see a single politically motivated hidden agenda, one way or the other, either on his web page or in any of his videos. He does not seem interested in any of it. Take a look for yourself.
  • He peeks below the superficial facade where most bloggers stop. His main purpose of the trip is to understand the technical infrastructure of his tool suppliers in China, and to use his professional savvy to make judgments about what he sees. This goes much deeper and more relevant than most of the China travel blogs showing the host sailing on the Yangtze River or climbing the Great Wall or sampling the Chongqing hot pot.

The above made this video worth a watch, perhaps much more than many others.

Some excerpts from his blog:

“I came away with an entirely different perspective from what I have been hearing on the news.”

“They are doing things with common woodworking machines that have never been done before……. Their workers are well paid and cared for.”

“What I didn’t expect, what really shocked me, was the glimpse of the future this trip afforded me.”

“They have the capacity for much, much more, and that’s true of China as a whole. They may appear to make pretty much everything, but you haven’t seen anything yet.”

“They are absolutely dedicated to their jobs, ….almost completely foreign in many westerners nowadays.”

“The Chinese aren’t just co-opting Western technology. China is capable of doing amazing things when it comes to developing new tech and unique products on their own.”

“I saw the quality of life that the modern Chinese population have lately become accustomed to.”

“China is the US around 1950,…… That generation had a work ethic that few embrace today……. That’s where China is now …… with the new generation more and more demanding a more Western way of life…… becoming large-scale consumers of their own products. There will be no stopping their economy because they have the capacity, they have the work ethic, and they have the ability to innovate.”

“So what will this mean to Western tool manufacturing? Competition on a level we haven’t begun to imagine. The days of thinking all Chinese tools are junk are gone. Some of the best tools are now made in China, and a savvy woodworker or DIY recognizes that these old stereotypes are just that old and outdated.”

“The world is changing. I thought I understood that, but what I saw in China completely changed my perspective about the future of tools.”


Note Added 07/09/2025

Here is a comment from Sam (舢艒) Felton, a real trade expert in his field who also has extensive experience with China:

“I came to much the same conclusion he did, but this was about 7 years ago (before COVID). What did it for me was the realization that nobody outside of China was looking at the problem-domain of large-scale manufacturing of graphene coated materials using PECVD (Plasma Enhanced Chemical Vapor Deposition). This is still true today. We don’t buy our equipment from China because it’s cheap. We buy it because nobody else even makes what we need. This is now common across several different industries, including semiconductors and crystal-based laser devices. Anyone who doesn’t get this has their head in the sand.”

Short answer: yes, and destroyed.

In less than 100 days, Trump destroyed 100 years of cooperation. It will be a very long time indeed before Canadians trust the word of an American President. Even when Trump is gone from the scene, his junior MAGA opportunists are just ready to carry on in his name.

Here we have the main street in Burlington, Vermont. It’s just over an hour from Montreal. They’ve (temporarily) renamed Church Street as Canada Street/rue Canada. Along with all border communities and states, they’re facing the loss of Billions of dollars of Canadian tourist revenue, and they’re desperate to get it back. Look, Canadians like Vermont – but we’re staying away as long as Trump and his ICEstapo are in charge

How effective is the travel boycott? American tourist destinations are shitting bricks over the massive loss of Canadian travellers – echoed by the loss of overseas travellers. Canadian airlines are slashing US destinations, and are replacing them with domestic flights and with flights to friendly countries.

Canadians are actively boycotting American goods. Canadian stores are jumping on the boycott bandwagon. Their “earnest” will go along with the boycott is resulting in fraudulent “Canada” labels – more embarrassment for the stores concerned.

I haven’t seen American citrus in my supermarket for months. I see citrus from Mexico, Brazil, the rest of South America. I see citrus from Spain, South Africa and the Middle East. But not a Florida orange to be seen anywhere.

Our family stove died earlier this year. The salesman at the appliance store showed us a couple of American-made models – from a Red state no less. We said no thanks. The salesman said we weren’t the first. We eventually bought a South Korean stove. Not only do they use Canadian aluminum, but they also had the guts to lock up a criminal insurrectionist president.

And you won’t see American beer, wine, or liquor anywhere in Canada (with the exception of the MAGA Maple Premier of Alberta’s province). The state of Kentucky is whining about the loss of their biggest export market for bourbon. Too bad – they should have thought of that before voting for President Pedophile.

Generational Lessons

This is super interesting! Really. One minute and wow wow wow.

In a word:

NO.

All four Iowa-class battleships, the USS Iowa, USS New Jersey, USS Wisconsin, and USS Missouri, are privately-owned by various non-profits (or, in the case of Wisconsin, the city of Norfolk, VA) dedicated to preserving them as museum ships, historical artifacts to be enjoyed by the public. “Reactivating” them for military use would not only be virtually impossible, but reactivating just one battleship would be prohibitively expensive. In a recent study by a Defense Department think tank, the cost and work involved in bringing one of these ghosts back from the dead would be enormous, somewhere from $700 million to over $1 billion. Reactivating all four with upgrades to keep them battle-ready for today’s style of naval warfare, not to mention maintaining them and crewing them with enough officers and sailors, would equal close to $80 billion per year, according to conservative estimates.

That’s not to mention getting them out of their moorings on their own power. All four ships had their propeller shafts removed, so to move them, they’ll have to be towed. No factory makes those parts anymore, and the people who did design and make them are all dead. Then you have the issue with the infrastructure: most of the electronics have been removed or degraded to a point of being unusable. All that would have to be ripped out and replaced. Their boilers and turbines are either degraded or dismantled, requiring either a new propulsion system entirely, or finding someone who makes updated versions of those massive steam engines. Also: all the weapons will need upgrading. A 16-inch 2,700-lb armor-piercing shell is still something spectacular when fired, but advancements in newer ships’ armor may make them bounce off their hulls, not to mention those big 50 caliber Mark 7 main battery guns only had a range of up to about 27 miles. A modern guided missile destroyer, by contrast, can launch a Tomahawk missile with a range of over 1,000 nautical miles, destroying a target far beyond visual range.

But wait! you say, can’t they be upgraded with the newest cool stuff?

They actually were. Before their final decommissioning in 1994, all four Iowas were upgraded with Tomahawks, Phalanx guns, and RGM-84 anti-ship missiles during the Navy’s “600-Ship” era in the 1980s to counter the Soviet Navy’s expansion, which also saw the battleships’ armoring, internal electronics and radar updated. The new upgrades served the BBs well, as they certainly had the room for them. But the battleships were eventually sunk by two things: first, the overall cost. Maintaining an Iowa cost over $100 million per year during their late Cold War reactivation, and that was for the hardware alone. Then there was the cost of paying over 1,500 sailors to man the ship. Adjusted for inflation, you’ll be looking at over a billion dollars per year just for upkeep.

The second factor in their consignment to the annals of history is even larger: the nature of naval warfare had completely changed. Battleships (and battlecruisers) used to be the top dogs of the sea in the early-to-mid-20th century, and the mere sight of a massive capital ship like that sailing toward you was enough to intimidate. Those huge main guns were constructed to frighten without firing a single shot, but when they did fire, it was Armageddon in a salvo. A direct hit by one of those 16-inchers would reduce a cruiser to sinking wreckage in minutes. The Battle of Jutland in 1916 was probably the largest battleship fight in history, about 250 surface ships in total, but most of them fired from distances of up to a dozen miles away, due to improvements in gunnery and fire control systems. More ships were damaged than actually sunk, and the battle ended in a technical stalemate. But during World War I, new threats emerged for surface navies: submarines and aircraft, and when Eugene Ely landed his plane on an aircraft carrier for the first time in 1911, battleships and battle lines almost immediately became irrelevant, as naval aviation became the deciding factor in winning sea battles in World War II. Almost the entire Imperial Japanese Navy was completely annihilated by torpedo-carrying planes launching from carriers in the Pacific War. The absolute last battleship fight in history occurred on October 25, 1944, during the Battle of Leyte Gulf, when a battle line of 6 US battleships blew the Japanese battleship Yamashiro to flaming wreckage before she sank in the Surigao Strait. That engagement was almost a total fluke. In the following engagement, the Battle of Samar, US Navy warplanes battered Vice Admiral Kurita’s formidable main force to compel the Japanese fleet to retreat. One year later, the Japanese navy was destroyed, and Japan surrendered.

With the characteristics of naval combat heavily favoring aircraft carriers, submarines, drones, and missiles that can be fired from beyond the horizon, battleships today would be literal sitting ducks. They’re huge targets, not that maneuverable, expensive to operate, and their role in today’s forms of naval combat would be very limited. It makes no sense to maintain a fleet of huge capital ships anymore with main weapons that can’t even hit a target from a distance of the size of a small city, with themselves offering a huge target for anti-ship missiles that could easily shred their hulls.

But what about fitting them with new stuff like railguns?

It’s possible, but railguns consume a huge amount of energy, more than the Iowas’ power plants were ever capable of generating, which averaged about 10 megawatts. A railguns, as currently under development, would consume over 5 gigawatts. The ship’s power grid would burn out without even firing a shot. While a railgun could conceivably fit on the ship, they’d have no way of firing it. Making a railgun practical for military use without having such huge energy requirements is one of the major challenges of making these potential weapons useful for combat.

So. No. The Age of the Battleship is long over. The Iowas fulfilled their purpose, did their duty with honor, and America is lucky to be able to have them as artifacts of a bygone era.

I love battleships and am an aficionado for the old fashioned surface fleet engagements. There was always something romantic about them. I was privileged to visit two Iowa BBs in my life, the New Jersey and the Wisconsin. Both times, I was awed by their latent, raw power these beautiful warships projected, and I came away with an appreciation for the sacrifices their long-passed crews made for our country. I very seriously doubt the old battle wagon-style ships will ever make a comeback…but perhaps we should pray and work to ensure the world won’t ever need them again.

(USS New Jersey, Getty Images, public domain)

Drones are definitely the future of aerial warfare. No tank in the world can withstand a $400 drone.

Robert “Magyar” Brovdi — founder of Ukraine’s first drone brigade — delivered hard truths about the war to NATO generals at LANDEURO 2025 in Wiesbaden.

Key points:

  • No tank in the world can withstand a cheap $400 drone.
  • 4 of our drone crews could destroy your NATO base in 15 minutes, from 10 km away.
  • What will your military do if Shaheds fly over Europe? NATO doctrines need an urgent review.
  • Unmanned Systems Forces: 2% of the army, but eliminate 1/3 of enemy troops.
  • Ukraine is building a drone wall taller than the Great Wall of China.
  • The Ukrainian experience must be integrated into Europe’s security systems.
  • Optic drones can’t be jammed. Take a look at the battlefields. They’re post-apocalyptic steampunk covered with fiber and net tunnels.

Of course, tanks remain a crucial asset in military operations today — and you cannot operate without infantry.

Robert “Magyar” Brovdi — founder of Ukraine’s first drone brigade.

However, the war has changed significantly; at this point, only 2 countries possess combat experience and battle-tested technologies. It’s Ukraine and Russia.

NATO must bring Ukraine into the fold, for their own safety.

NATO is woefully unprepared for the 2025 reality of war — they need Ukraine to be ready for today’s level of warfare.

Some time ago, maybe around 2010 or so, the BBC put out an excellent documentary called “The Secret Life of Dogs”. Among other content were details of some studies done around the issue of domestication, one of which involved three very experienced dog handlers/trainers attempting to domesticate three wolves by raising them from newborn puppies. They were attempting to answer this very question – are dogs tame entirely because of the instincts they are born with, or are they really still just wolves who become tame and domesticated through upbringing?

In all three cases, things started well enough, the puppies were cute and adorable of course, and seemed to bond with their adopted human ‘parents’ as would any other puppies.

In all three cases, though, things started to change around the three-month mark, with each wolf becoming increasingly aggressive and unmanageable, they stopped responding to any human commands or prompts, and started to become pushy, confrontational, and threatening. Eventually in all three cases the dog-handlers admitted defeat and had the wolves taken away as a matter of safety, as they had become too big and aggressive to handle.

In another, separate study, 100 very young fox cubs were caged and monitored. Every day, the scientists would approach each cage and note the response of the fox cubs to humans, which fell into three categories:

1) fear – some of the fox cubs were afraid of the humans and cowered at the back of their cages

2) aggression – some of the fox cubs showed aggression, baring their teeth and snarling

3) curiosity – some of the fox cubs were curious and friendly, coming to the front of the cage to sniff and interact with the humans

In all it was roughly 10% of the original batch of cubs that had the ‘tame’ gene. This 10% were separated from the others (who were released) and used to breed the next generation, and then they repeated the process again, approaching the young cubs and separating the tame/friendly cubs from those that displayed fear or aggression (the ‘fight or flight’ response), releasing the fearful or aggressive cubs and using the friendly ones to breed, and so on. After ten iterations / generations, they got a batch of entirely tame and friendly fox cubs. From this they concluded that it takes approximately 10 generations of selective breeding to turn wild foxes into some kind of dogs.

I found all of that very interesting, I hope you did too. I believe it gives us at least part of the answer to your question: In the case of wolves and foxes at least, the evidence suggests that they cannot be domesticated simply through upbringing, it takes many generations to breed the wild out of them.

Colum Knight

GRAY SAM

by Colum Knight

The most violent and subtle forces of nature are perceived by instinct. An inspired pertinence, wreathed in haste and some unwitting foreknowledge, account for the survival of birds, the skittish rodents of the city streets, the playful animals of the country field. They had all gone before Samuel woke that day. The city was empty except for its humans. A storm was coming, and Samuel had not yet sensed it. Still, guided by some vague and strident thing within him, he ventured out toward an open space, driven and perturbed toward some magnetic direction and purpose. He felt it in his neck at two points; one point above the collar bone on his right – a soft, deep well under the skin – the other just under his jaw where the habits of his heart could be seen in paired rhythms. It was suffocating. He unlaced his scarf with a pull from the left and stretched his face toward a cloud-capped sky. The light grey sidewalks underfoot darkened one Dalmatian spot at a time. The brown leather under black leather of his shoes scuffed up a dry – then wetted – percussion of movement. He was walking now, now jogging an unerring pace. It was getting late. He was late. The buses might run away. We have to catch them, he thought to himself. Samuel ran.

Samuel hurt a child once. He stepped on her shins as she was playing on the lawn of a city park. Then he kicked her while catching his balance and stepped again on her legs and hurt her badly. It unsettled him when she cried. Her father beat him. He could never remember exactly what he had said or what words were spoken. He remembered only that the child never looked at him. The shock of the pain must have distracted her from its source. Samuel thought of that day often when he ran, dizzy and hot and hurt as he felt now, running to catch his bus.

Samuel touched the polished metal handrail aboard the bus. It felt cold under wet palms. He slid a finger down until he felt a warm spot and left his grip there. With his offhand, he wrung the trapped rainwater from his loose skin off his face and felt the emerging stubble. It’s late, he thought. Later than I thought, he thought. His face sagged. The bus hissed and lurched. Samuel’s eye color was somewhere between grey and blue depending on the day; some days they might appear hazel. His hair was somewhere between darker or lighter grays; some days nearly white. Everyone seemed young to him. Everyone a stranger. All fading.

His last romance had nearly worked. She played piano. She played violin. She taught privately. She loved him – him and games and the outdoors. They camped wild and hiked off-trail as often as they could both escape. He had a knack for the wilderness. He enjoyed the sounds of solitude in the company of nature. As for music, he had no talent at all. Instrumentations confused him and he simply had no voice for the rest of it. The games, though. He liked the games. She was better at pub quizzes, he – at puzzles, history, and the sort of obscure or tedious details others make a habit of ignoring. He took trivial things in with great seriousness and a particular lack of discretion. When she left, she called him wide-eyed and dumb.

The heavy, steadying rain lulled the bus to a few quiet whispers here and there. Each of them swayed under the weight of their own bodies as the vehicle made its turns, casting waves and ripples onto flowing sidewalks. This wasn’t such a bad place sometimes, he thought. He noticed the tint of the bus windows. Either that or the world outside was getting darker fast.

He had left home that morning unsure and ill at ease. It was one of those days that were becoming more frequent when the world seemed at odds with itself – or just with him in it. The normal cacophony of useful things that populated his home and everyday life – the things that made it sing – now felt more and more unfamiliar and became more and more unused until his apartment became a place of still and prolonged silences. Even his clothes became an irritant felt daily – ill-fitting and caustic gestures of symmetry, he thought.

The bus squealed, then stopped. He could smell the heat here. There was no getting away from that. His face soured at the thought as he slid his glasses away, slick from sweat, dried them, and dropped them into a coat pocket. The still-black hairs on his curved sternum were bursting for freedom under his shirt. Every pore of his being needed air. He never could acclimate to this weather. As the bus moved, there grew a singular idea in Samuel’s head. Slow at first but escalating – doubling in size each moment. And along with it, a frenetic energy bound up, unwilling to release itself. Samuel lost his grip wiping his eyes and stammered toward an air vent.

Excuse me, I’m sorry, I’m fine, he thought. A thunderclap caught him unaware and unsupported between railings. Light shattered across every city window on the street and blinded the bus patrons in stages as a pulse of three. Lightning followed thunder and, in turn, was followed by a deafening absence of sound. Samuel collapsed. He cried. He slept. He woke. He was dizzy. Lost. Samuel clenched the collars behind his neck and moaned. Face down on flocked flooring, he pulled and wrenched and broke things.

As Samuel came to, a confusion of voices forced his large, grey-faded eyes up. More people were standing near him now than he remembered there being. Some were shouting threats. He could see others were frightened, holding themselves or the person nearest them closer. It’s later than I thought, he thought. Others had cupped both hands to their faces to hide their eyes from him. He remembered the girl in the park. He remembered the child’s father. Samuel pulled away, shoulders bent, head down. He forced open bus doors and ran free leaving a chorus of shrieks and cursing behind him.

Barely conscious of what he was doing he tore at himself until every stitch of clothing had gone. Air. Open space, he thought. He lifted both arms mid-sprint and threw his head back. The hot slime of his sweat commingled with rainwater and fell off. This pleased Samuel. All the new sensations he could now feel while running hot, sweat-covered and naked elated and delighted him. Air. He could feel the air.

It was darker and raining harder as Samuel’s faded silhouette sped into the tree line of the city park. His skin swelled, sagging off bone in clumps and ribbons.

As he neared a clearing, all the sounds of the world became dull and dampened. A vibration of hummings and a rhythm of waking dreams brought Samuel to a more calming pace and were joined only by the sounds stirring within Samuel’s chest cavity; here, a vertical line of combed bristles protruded through the sternum and shuddered quickly against one another in frantic, sonic agreements with the coming storm.

This was all the world left to him now: Grass blades whispering along arches of bare feet. Breath. Weaving wind between splayed fingers. Breath. Salt-stung eyes. Tears. Another breath in the chest. Another stride. He peered, grey-eyed and wide-eyed into the day’s night sky awaiting his halo of lights and the smell of a colder, more familiar climate.

At last, a cool breeze touched him, his face awash in light.

Home, he thought.

Then Samuel was gone and the city was empty except for its humans.

Over 2,000 years ago in the Qin Dynasty, there was a system called “物勒工名” (literally: “engrave the craftsman’s name”). For example, if you were a soldier using a crossbow in battle and the weapon malfunctioned, the crossbow would have the names of each craftsman and official involved engraved on it.

So, by tracing it level by level, you could always find out who was responsible.

This is actually quite important: whoever makes the decision bears the responsibility. For instance, if you decided the copper-to-tin ratio and your name was recorded, and it was later proven you were wrong—then you should be executed, shouldn’t you?

I’m not sure if it’s true, but I heard that in California, a high-speed rail project took 17 years, cost $16 billion, and barely built a few kilometers before it was terminated.

If that’s true, then in my view: unless 1,000 corrupt officials are executed, the U.S. is doomed.

With that same tiny amount of money—by Chinese standards—you could build four full high-speed rail lines, 5,700 kilometers long, following even the most rigorous and high-spec Beijing–Shanghai standard!

So where did the money go? Shouldn’t someone be asking?

The man most credited with building China’s high-speed rail, the former Minister of Railways, made enormous contributions—but also embezzled $9 million. His assets were confiscated and he was sentenced to death (with a two-year reprieve).

So what exactly happened with America’s high-speed rail?

One Chinese netizen joked: If I were in charge of Britain’s high-speed rail, I might embezzle £9 million—but not only would Britain become the world’s top high-speed rail power, the money saved could even build 4,000 tanks to parade through Red Square in Moscow!

Only when you understand this will you realize why Chinese people admire Mao so deeply.

He foresaw all of this. He also knew that the mistakes of the entire Communist Party could only be borne by someone with his unparalleled prestige.

If he hadn’t taken the blame, China would have been finished.

Chinese people would have kept asking: Whose fault was it?

The Communist Party said: Chairman Mao made some mistakes.

And we could only say: …Oh, I see… Well then, let’s just let it go… The Chairman’s contributions were too great…

In reality, for the sake of the Chinese people, he sacrificed what Chinese care about most: one’s posthumous reputation, one’s place in the history books!

Fortunately, the Chinese people are not fools. We now understand him… Alas! Heaven bless China.

Chairman, I miss you so much.

The Moon Revealed: It’s a Hollow Spaceship, so who built it and why?

The Moon is a Hollow Spaceship | Who Built it and Why? Despite it being humanity’s constant companion through all of recorded time, the moon is still a mystery. Science hasn’t been able to explain how the moon was formed, its unusual orbit, its distance from us, its density, its composition, its structure. These are all still questions. There are theories about the moon that solve some of these puzzles, but not others. There is only one theory that answers every scientific question about the moon. Just one. That the moon is a hollow, artificial structure, brought here by — someone else. Let’s find out why.

A Gala with Good Intentions (But Bad Math)

I’m American but I live in Australia.

My wife and I used to spend 6 months of the year in the US every year. We bought a truck and a travel trailer which we used to keep in storage in Ft Worth.

On each trip we would spend $30,00 to $40,000 on parks, food, fuel, clothes and other things.

In 2023, when it became apparent that trump WAS going to run again and that the election would, at best be close, we decided to sell our rig.

With all that is known about trump, the fact that the election could even be close, completely crushed my faith in my fellow Americans. The country has been taken over by a sickness called Trump Delusion Syndrome.

My wife is Australian. I will be applying for Australian citizenship. The US is not, and never was the country I was taught to believe it was. A large number of the people are hate filled, racist, morons. Even after trump is gone, those people and their descendants will still be there and a lot of them are armed to the teeth.

I will never return to the country of my birth.

[HD] Twin Peaks – Jimmy Scott sings “Sycamore Trees” in the red room

A coworker came to me and said, “ I came to work this morning, and my fob wouldn’t let me into the building, so I had to follow someone into the building, I tried calling HR on my company phone, and it was dead, so I followed someone into our floor, and then for some strange reason, I couldn’t log into my computer. If this company doesn’t shape up, I’m going to quit”

I stared at him with my mouth open wide enough to catch flies.

Then he said that he was just kidding, but that he was going to be fired very soon.

My mouth was still open.

We were moving offices, headquarters was down sizing and our department was taking over some recently vacated floor in the main building. They gave each of us, our new office number, and we were to pack our boxes, and put the office number on the box.

My coworker had been curious about his new office, so he had slipped in, as he had described, and went to see what his new office looked like. It was a storage room.

So we went wandering around the floor, and asked people what their new office number was. 6 people on our floor had the same office number as my coworker.

All of their computers, desks, chairs, filing cabinets were all going into a storage room.

Now I am nervous, even though I never found anyone with my office number, I had to check it out.

My coworker led me over, and we snuck in. I had a real office. But sure enough 7 of my coworkers were moving into a storage room, that didn’t have room for 2 people, let alone 7.

That’s when 7 of my coworkers inadvertently learned that they were going to be fired.

They were let go the day before the move.

I AM A BLASTED TREE

Written in response to: Set your story during — or just before — a storm.

HAAKON RAGNSKJOLD

 

Three times in my life, something has kept me from dying. The first time, I’d been left on a steel table in a bloody basin. The abortion hadn’t worked. Now they were just waiting for me to stop breathing. This I heard from the woman who snuck me out, endangering her own job. The second time was in Germany, the Black Forest. I was lost for days. Something, which I am still not fully aware what it was, found me and eventually led me to safety. A ghost? A spirit. Some ancient Teutonic God? Whatever it was kept me alive for that fortnight. It felt like I was being hunted—but whatever this thing was, it sought to help me, not hurt me. Many times I could feel there was something there, right next to me, but I could never see it. In honor of this thing I got my name changed to Jhäeggr (which means, “Hunter.”) Sometimes I feel that it’s presence was the only thing keeping me from suicide. I don’t think I’m suicidal by nature. But my life’s felt like one long misery. Parts of me were torn off. I have no right arm. Beside this, I experienced severe burns from the saline solution. Extensive scarring has left me quite hideous to behold. I’ve tried really hard to be objective. I’ve seen pictures of John Merrick, the so-called Elephant man. Yes, things could have been a lot worse. I can, at least, look at myself in the mirror without too much trauma. But I expect few others to have such fortitude. I will subject no one to this without good reason.The third time? Well, I was determined there would be no third time. It was not until I began to climb Mount Washington that I fully knew what I was going to do. It was the storm season. There have been a lot of lightning strikes. Even in the icy fog everything was so beautiful. I was tired of fighting it. When everywhere around you, you see guys with their girlfriends, having such a good time—and here you are, thirty-two years old and you’ve never even been goddamned kissed—how the fuck would you feel? Answer me that!I remember seeing some kind of darker shape far above the clouds. It was moving in some kind of way that by no means seemed natural. I saw a tremendous flash of light. I felt electrical pricking all over my body. I felt such a joy—it was finally all over!Except it wasn’t.I awoke in what must have been the strangest hospital room imaginable. I must have survived. There were no trace of electrical burns. Three strangely clad women visited me in succession. They spoke strangely. They told me nothing, other than that I was the first of many and that they had great need of me. What they turned out to be had me fighting with all my strength to escape. The third of the women was alone with me. She started to come on to me, a thing you might imagine has never happened to me. She became more and more insistent. But there was just something that was wrong about it. I may have had fantasies of something like this coming true, but the reality was nightmarish. This was not what I wanted.

She was tearing at me and, in a panic I struck out, my left arm flailing. I do have a pretty good left hook.

She fell to the floor. Her face distorted from the blow, and half her face rolled to the side of her head.

It was no human being who had attacked me! I found my way out of the chamber and ran down deserted corridors. I located a door that let me out into a luxuriant green valley.

I ran. I had no idea where I was. At times a bolt of pure lightning would strike from the azure sky. Each time something would appear. I didn’t seem to be the target of these bolts.

The first time, a man appeared. He must have leapt an eighth of a mile.

The second time an incredible, bat-winged flying machine appeared in mid-air before crashing. It must have been a hundred feet in length. Men emerged from the craft, apparently not greatly injured.

If I’d thought the flying machine immense, it was as nothing compared to what the third bolt brought forth. The reptilian creature must have towered some five hundred feet in height. Its cry was deafening. Lightning lanced upon the bony plates lining its spine. Pure fire blasted the valley.

I had never run so fast and so far. At last I fell almost senseless by a great white rock. When I came to, I looked at the valley. It nestled between two ranges of mountains. Something did not look right here. It took a moment for it to click into place. The valley extended for what must have been at least fifty miles. But there was no horizon. It just went on an on in a straight line. I was in a gigantic corridor but it was artificial.

Before the lightning had struck me I had glimpsed that dark shape in the sky. Was I in some immense craft? The three women had said I was the first of many. Had I already seen three more? And that gigantic creature? It couldn’t be what I thought it was, even though it looked exactly like what I thought it was. And I…and these others? What kind of job would require something like this?

And I knew who they all were. The man whose father had injected his pregnant wife with a serum of alkaline radicals—made him a super human. He had challenged God on a mountain top and been struck by lightning.

An engineer who had created a steampunk flying machine in the Nineteenth Century. He too had challenged God by flying into the heart of the grandfather of all thunderstorms.

The lizard, it seems, had brought his own lightning to the buffet.

Not a hundred feet from me another bolt of lightning exploded. I was thrown against the white rock. My head cleared and I saw a man appear. He was dressed in rags and tatters. He saw me and swiftly approached.

When he drew near, I was shocked at his appearance. His hair was black and matted. His eyes were yellow and watery. His skin yellow, like parchment. I had no strength left. If he meant me harm I could not fight him. He was as tall as the white rock I’d rested against—a giant of eight feet.

Do you understand the English tongue?”

I nodded.

I do not know where I am. I thought I was dead. I should be dead. I went out to die. I know the thunders of heaven struck me. I am a blasted tree. The bolt has entered my soul.”

The creature looked into my eyes. Up this close the full impact of who, and what, I was seeing took my breath away. I could well understand how his creator had recoiled from his creation in horror, calling what he saw hideous. The man was indeed hideous. Yet, I could see there that he had chosen the features for their beauty. But that this thing lived had turned its beauty into ashes.

I tried to cam myself. I had no doubt this being could tear me limb from limb if he wished.

Were you struck by lightning,” I asked. “Your clothes. There are burnt patches.”

I have wanted to die. For all I have done I deserve to die. I gathered the wood for my pyre. Fire came from above. I felt its agonies. Wilt Thou burn out all the evil I have done? Let its pain grant me redemption and forgiveness. Let me scream in its agonies as that my suffering may surpass that which I inflicted.”

Lost in his soliloquy, the creature looked at me, seemingly for the first time. His hand stroked my face.

You, too, are scarred. You are like me.” He leaned in close.

Are you like me in other ways? Did he make you too?” I could not read the creature’s thoughts, nor gain insight as to his intentions. Did he think I was a second of his creator’s efforts?

The creature shook his head. “No. You have been scarred and flawed, but the hand of God has made you. You need not fear me. Vengeance’ has gained me nothing. I took the life of those who had never wronged me. I have suffered and suffered for the evil I did the innocent, who never did me wrong. You have done me no evil.”

He set his hand on my shoulder and it seemed those eyes looked deep into my soul.

Will you be my friend?”

I admit I was taken back by this request. I knew exactly who, and what I was dealing with here, though it was impossible for me to understand how these things could be. Certainly, to refuse this request would be perilous. But to accept it without being truly sincere, and acquiescing only out of fear would not do. If I said yes, it must be out of a sincere heart, and not just an attempt to escape death. I had already endeavored to kill myself on Mount Washington—if I die now, I would only be gaining my wish, however belatedly.

The fact is, if the story was true, this man might never had had a friend in his entire life. How like him I felt. There was no need to search my soul. Could I deny to another sufferer that which I had so longed for in my life, and never really had?

I raised my hand to his shoulder. “Of course I will.” And I saw how well his creator had made him, for those tear ducts were now flooded.

We talked for long after that. I had often thought of the story. The monster had often been characterized as evil—yet, was it not his creator’s rejection of, what was without a doubt his own child, that had resulted in those acts he did? Certainly they were wrong. But the creature had long put such intentions far from himself. Indeed, his resolve to destroy his very own self witnessed to the desire to atone.

What is your name?’

Jhäeggr. And you?”

He never even gave me a name. I was so hideous in his eyes that he could not regard me as a child of his labors, but a deserving inhabitant of the dunghill. Though I am unlike all men, and have none of the rights they may call their own—may a man not strive after such wishes? May a man not try to attain what others have by right? May he not be willing to pay a great price for his freedom, though others are freeborn?

I thought I should call myself Adam, since I, like that first Adam, was created by the hand of his Father. But I was certainly not made in my father’s image, as he was in His. I am truly a monstrous thing. And I should not have been. But was my father not monstrous, who turned away from me in disgust? I was indeed the thing you see, while he was fair, comely and straight. But as I was in visage, he was in heart. So I do my father proud. He has paid for his crimes. I will honor my father, who am so monstrous as was he. I am Victor.”

That is another way we are alike, Victor. I, too, picked a name for myself.”

There are many ways we are alike. Our names, which we have chosen. That we have endured terrible scarring. That we both seek a mate and have always been denied. And…you too went out into the frozen wilderness, as did I, to put an end to your life. Why did you seek to do this?”

I was tired of being alone as I was. Like you, I had no companion—not even friend to lighten my load. You were denied that—but did he not start to build you…?”

It was all I asked of him. He reneged on our contract. So close it came. Do you understand my rage? Bad enough he brought me into existence and did not take responsibility for me. But to create another, to so lift up my hopes—and then take an ax to her before she had even tasted of life? Hard enough to lose what you did not even know you had—but to see the fruit near ready for the plucking, snatched from your grasp, thrown down and ground down by hateful tread. He declared it was to protect man, he feared what the two of us would do—but what I did far outshone the mightiest of his fears. If anything had ever made me an enemy of the human race, it was that solitary act of murder—torn from my grasp, murdered before she even drew her first breath!”

I had never imagined such depths of feeling. Rage enfolded him like the lightning storm that had embraced me. But in a moment it was gone. And great, wracking sobs overcame him. Though deep down I feared this being and knew not what would follow, I could not deny the fellow feeling. I set my hands on his shoulders. Not even looking at me I knew that never had he had another to suffer with him and be to him a sympathetic ear.

The face that looked up to me was that of a different man. With that deluge of sorrow, and with another to share his grief it was as if he had truly become human. I was not fooled. He had always been human, but enduring unconscionable suffering had driven him near to madness.

He had recovered himself. There was a curious expression on his face. “You, too sought to destroy yourself. But why?”

I told you. I couldn’t endure the suffering any longer. I had no more purpose to live. It was better I was gone. I would inconvenience no one any longer”

Victor looked at me strangely.

I should never have been given life. By destroying myself I might atone for what I had done. My ashes might then be of some use to at least fertilize the earth. But what would your death prove? You were no blasphemy to life like I was. God had made you. You are lawful life—yet you wanted to destroy yourself. Help me comprehend this.”

Victor—my own mother did not want me to be. Months before I should have been born, I was torn out of her womb. This I learned long after. If my own mother didn’t want me…”

Why then are you still living if they meant to take your life?”

A nurse found me. I was on the steel table, gasping out my life. She endangered her own job. She snuck me out of there. She gave me a chance.” I did not like the look on Victor’s face.

And this is how you reward this woman’s sacrifice? You were scheduled to die. Your life was spared.”

Look at me—look at my face! Who will love me as I am? I haven’t a single hope in hell of that! Do you think I want to keep on living like this?”

I couldn’t conceive how someone that big could move so fast. I didn’t see his arm moving. I felt the blow as he back handed me. I must have flown fifteen feet. The astonishment hurt worse than getting struck.

Your self-pity disgusts me. You think you’re so hideous? Look up at the face that a creator couldn’t even bear to set his eyes on. Then tell me if you think you’re hideous. I am a blasphemy—but you, you’re life is lawful. You have not the right to take what God’s given you. You would have died had He not put that nurse there. You would have died had not that thing found you in the forest. You would have died had not the lightning taken you to this place like it took me. It took me! It found a use for me! No reason for you to live? You’ve been given a reason! You’re needed for something more important than your own little life. If it wants me, as lawless as I am—how much more you?” Victor’s eyes softened.

I am sorry I was so hard on you. Give me your hand. I’ll help you up. Do not despair. Someday someone may find you. I found someone a long time ago. It was her I told my story to. No one before her had ever failed to recoil from me in disgust. She could not be the mate I sought—and yet, what she became—that was so much more. If I inspired her—she in turn inspired me. Each, the other’s muse. I will never forget her.

So if I, who am a monster, was that one time, able to find such a one, dare you think to have less chance than I? Do you think yourself more monstrous?

Something has brought us both to this place. Chanced us new possibilities. I see it. Can you not see it as well, my friend? Come—let us see what fortune has set our steps upon. There is life in both of us. Let us see what we can make of it. Will you come with me?”

I nodded. Victor was right. Self pity. There was no room for it, not when this great new adventure had opened up the doors. Several miles away I saw another flash of lightning light up the azure sky.

Easy Chicken Salad

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Ingredients

  • 1 roasted deli chicken, finely chopped
  • 1 small fine minced red onion
  • 1 or 2 stalks celery, finely chopped
  • 2 eggs, hard boiled and cooled
  • 1/2 cup mayonnaise
  • 2 tablespoons sweet pickle relish
  • Salt, pepper and garlic powder to taste

Instructions

  1. Mix all ingredients together in a bowl. More mayonnaise may need to be added a bit at a time to your liking dependent on the moistness of the chicken.
  2. Cover tightly and refrigerate until well chilled. Overnight is best as this allows the ingredients to blend.
  3. Serve on a bed of lettuce or in a crusty sandwich roll.

Why? Because the West is a good teacher and China is a good learner.

There’s a saying in China: “落後就要挨打” which translates to “backwardness brings beatings by others”. In other words, the lesson Chinese policymakers take from history is that it was the backwardness of the late Qing empire that led to its subjugation by Western powers during the Century of Humiliation.

The application of that lesson today is that China must modernize and update its military to defend itself and its interests.

But there’s also a more prosaic reason.

This is a map of the US military presence in the Pacific.

If you’re a Chinese military planner and you see a map like this with US bases clearly aimed at containment (or worse), wouldn’t YOU be taking steps to build up your military?

Yet despite this, in dollar terms China still spends less than 1/3 of what the US does in defense.

Your question is a bit disingenuous, because it doesn’t address the whole picture.

Who REALLY Built The Pyramids? Ancient History’s Biggest Cover-Up

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Cryptids Vol. 4 | Monsters at the Bottom of the World

Firstly – These “World Rankings”

What is the Criteria

Do these “World Ranking Authorities” sit in these Universities, evaluate teaching Programs, talk to thousands of students???

No right?

Likewise there is no Global standard for comparing Graduate Employability right?

And there is no Standard All Global Exam held for all Universities right?

From my understanding – most of these rankings are based on Research, Research and Research

How can IIT hope to compete in funding with Giants like MIT or Stanford who have thousands of Huge Corporates funding Billions of Dollars of Research ? They get more funding in a single ‘Fall’ than all IITs put together get in 5 years.

How can IIT hope to compete in funding with Chinese Universities when their Government has Billions and Billions of Dollars to spend on research?

More Money = More Research = More Pioneering Studies = More Breakthroughs

Less Money = Less Research or More ‘Rip off’ Research = Less Breakthroughs

So the rankings are a reflection of our Country India than our IITian Students


Secondly – IITs simply dont have the ability to deliver pathbreaking research due to the Attitude of IITians

How many IITians want to settle down and do research?

Many Chinese do. Many Japanese do. Many Americans do.

IItians would rather become Fancy CEOs and Sanction Casual Leave!!!

(Sorry Nadella is not included among the “Casual Leave Sanctioning CEOs” and nor is he an IITian – this Image included him)


Thirdly – Cesspit Democracy

In China they identify the Cream of the Cream from early ages, cultivate them, make them experts , fund their education and in short invest in them

In India- ZILCH, ZIP

Students have to fund their own education, coaching classes and Government only takes Press Photographs after a Ranker gets his rank.

Instead you have Inferior Students placed in Superior positions due to Reservations where unless you are poor or Grandma was treated badly due to her “Caste”, you have no mettle


So the Country is the Problem

The Students are Victims because the Country is Still Fourth Rate

The Country is Fourthrate because Leaders worry about short term and staying in power

Leaders care about staying in power due to Elections every five years clouding everything else and would stick to building latrines or building new IITs rather than quadruple the endowments and grants for existing ones

In Short

When the Unworthy form the Majority of the Voting Block – Its CESSPIT DEMOCRACY 101

Sir Whiskerton and the Beekeeper’s Ball: A Pollination Gala Gone Wild

Ah, dear reader, prepare your fanciest flower crown and brace yourself for a tale of elegance, opera, and extremely relaxed honey punch. Today’s adventure stars Beekeeper Beatrice, a human with more enthusiasm than coordination; Ferdinand the Duck, who believes every gathering is his personal stage; and Bessie the Cow, whose “herbal remedies” could tranquilize a bull. So dust off your bee-sized tuxedo and join me for Sir Whiskeeper’s Ball—where the dress code is “formal,” but the chaos is mandatory.


Act 1: A Gala with Good Intentions (But Bad Math)

Beatrice, her hat askew and gloves covered in honey (again), unfurled a banner that read:

  • “POLLINATION GALA: BLACK TIE & BLACK-AND-YELLOW STRIPES REQUIRED.”

The farm animals blinked.

  • “What’s ‘black tie’?” Rufus asked, chewing on his own bowtie.
  • “It means fancy,” Beatrice explained, handing out flower crowns. “Bees love fancy!”

The bees, hovering in neat little tuxedos (sewn from napkins), buzzed skeptically:

  • “We RSVP’d for nectar. This is a buffet of poor life choices.”

Undeterred, Beatrice unveiled the honey punch bowl—just as Bessie sidled up, winking.

  • “I enhanced it,” she whispered, dumping in a suspicious green powder. “For vibes.”

Sir Whiskerton, sniffing the air, muttered, “Those ‘vibes’ are illegal in six counties.”


Act 2: The Duck Who Mistook a Gala for His Swan Song

Ferdinand, mistaking the floral arch for an opera house, burst into song:

🎶 “QUACK-AMELLIA, QUACK-AMELLIA!
MY HEART IS A POND OF ETERNAL SORROOOOW!” 🎶

  • “That’s… not how La Traviata works,” Jazzpurr groaned, covering his ears.
  • Art is subjective,” Ferdinand sniffed, hitting a note that shattered a wineglass.

Meanwhile, Bessie—now wearing three flower crowns and a dazed grin—stared at her hooves.

  • “Whoa… the flowers are breathing, man.”
  • “That’s your face,” Porkchop said, poking a petal stuck to her nostril.

The bees, now drunk on spiked punch, attempted a waltz. It devolved into a conga line.


Act 3: The Intervention No One Planned

As Beatrice tried to corral a hiccuping bumblebee into a tiny top hat, Sir Whiskerton took charge.

  • “Ferdinand, your aria is scaring the pollen off the roses.”
  • “Bessie, your ‘remedies’ have turned the punch into a hazardous material.”
  • “And bees—please stop trying to pollinate the moon.”

Beatrice, honey dripping from her elbow, sighed. “I just wanted a nice party.”

  • “Lesson learned,” Whiskerton said. “Next time, skip the opera. And the felony punch.”

The Moral of the Story

Even the fanciest events need structure (and less duck vibrato). But hey, at least the bees made a great conga line.


Post-Credit Scene

The next morning, Ferdinand serenades a hungover scarecrow with “Quack of the Titanic.” Bessie, still slightly glowing, offers everyone “detox smoothies” (they taste like regret).


Best Lines

  • “Is this classical music or a duck having a crisis?” – Jazzpurr
  • “I feel the cosmos… and also my left hoof is numb.” – Bessie
  • “We bees are dignified. This is undignified.” – A very tipsy honeybee

Starring

  • Beatrice (Beekeeper of Broken Dreams)
  • Ferdinand (Duck with Delusions of Grandeur)
  • Bessie (Cow of Questionable Choices)

Key Jokes

  • Bees in tuxedos judging everyone.
  • Ferdinand’s opera destroys a wineglass (and sanity).
  • Bessie’s “remedy” turns the punch into liquid confessions.

P.S.

A party without structure is just a bee riot with a dress code.

LOL! Its actually just the opposite. You pay them and it will never end.

First off; you need to secure a location that can easily be over 2 M. McD is very good at helping you with that. So there is that payment.

Then you will pay a franchisee fee…FOREVER. That is never paid off.

The Franchise license REQUIRES you to honor any and all promos from corporate and yeah, some are painful. You will not lose any money on them as they are generally break even deals and the “big blasts” like 50th anniversary pricing, etc. is actually subsidized by McD in the form of free or reduced priced items to you.

As far as making money? That is 100% your control. You can’t set prices. McD has a guideline based on your location as to what you can charge. The rest is up to you. How much you pay your employees, etc.

My Brother’s BiL started at the local McD at the grill when he was 16. By the time he was 17 he was shift leader and Asst. Manager the day he turned 18 (minimum age to handle money back then) He hit college while working full time at the McD and eventually became store manager which only lasted 6–8 months and became the section then regional manager within a year.

Time at McDonalds U (yeah they have a training “college”) then back to a larger management role allowed him to apply for and receive a franchise. He expanded to 4 locations before retiring at 53 years old turning over the business to his daughter.

So yeah…there is money in it.

Tortellini Florentine Soup

Yield: 6 servings

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Ingredients

  • 1 (9 ounce) package refrigerated 3-cheese tortellini
  • 2 (14 ounce) cans reduced-sodium chicken broth
  • 1 (10 ounce) container refrigerated light Alfredo pasta sauce
  • 2 cups shredded deli-roasted chicken
  • 1/2 cup oil-packed dried tomato strips, drained
  • 3 cups lightly packed packaged fresh baby spinach
  • 1 ounce Parmesan cheese, shaved or shredded (optional)

Instructions

  1. In a 4 quart Dutch oven cook tortellini according to package directions. Drain and set aside.
  2. In the same Dutch oven combine broth and Alfredo sauce.
  3. Stir in chicken and tomato strips. Heat just to boiling; reduce heat. Simmer, uncovered, for 5 minutes.
  4. Add cooked tortellini and spinach to chicken mixture. Cook for 1 to 2 minutes to heat through and wilt spinach.
  5. To serve, sprinkle with Parmesan cheese.

I was working at a Federal agency in IT (Systems Analyst / Programmer) which was still a very new profession. I had been there 7 years.

We were also very early in the use of real databases, which radically changed how systems were designed.

A contract specification came across my desk for an application to track building maintenance projects and schedules. It was estimated at 2 years to build and 10 million (1970’s) dollars.

As we were not heavily loaded, my assistant and I began to flesh out the design and scratch at the code in our slack time.

We had a working application to spec (with some extra’s) up and running in about 6 months and sent copies to the other regions for testing and evaluation.

They (and we) put it into production as an interim, but it ended up making the original spec and contract bid’s moot.

On the record, we received a special bonus ( a few hundred dollars ). Off the record, I was told that I had embarrassed our management, and would never be promoted. I did not quit as I had a family to support, but had my first resume since College out in a few days.

Received and accepted an offer in the Private sector in a few weeks (Database was new and very hot).

Best move I ever made. Worked in senior positions in top Companies, and then founded / co-founded 3 software companies, one of which went public, all acquired by partner or competitive companies.

The associate I mentioned above, left the agency and came to work with me a few years later.

Acuweather

Written in response to: Set your story during — or just before — a storm.

Riley Noel

“How are you feeling today?””We’ve got another storm on the way, I’d wrap up if I were you.””Really?” exclaimed Murr looking around. “There’s not a cloud in sight.””I feel it, Murr,” Ansel slapped his knee. “This dang arthritis has never steered me wrong. I feel a big one on the way.””Well if you’re sure Ansel, I’m going get a move on. Thanks for the warning.” Murr pulled out a stack of envelopes and a small package from his mail bag and handed them over.”Thanks,” Ansel began flipping through his letters.”No problem. I hate to be nosey, but I noticed another one from the library. You have something overdue? You know, I’m stopping by there everyday. I could always return it for you.””Yeah, yeah. It’s okay, I’ll get it back to them soon.””They can rob you blind with those late fees, I’d be careful.””Thanks Murr, get yourself out of the rain.”

“There’s not a cloud in the sky, I’ve got some time.” Murr continued down the street far too slowly.

Ansel sighed and opened up the letter from the library.

“Beginner’s Acupuncture,” he mumbled to himself. “Overdue, five weeks… two-hundred bucks?!” He held the letter up and looked it over again. “That’s wild.”

He got out of his rocking chair with a groan. His knee was stiff. Holding his mail to his chest, he hobbled inside and flipped on the weather channel.

His least favorite face came on the screen: Roland, terrible weatherman.

“What do you have for us today, fraud?”

“For those of you staying at home,” Roland started. “You’re missing one of the most beautiful days of the year.”

Ansel let out a mocking snort. Roland continued, unphased.

“With a high of seventy, and a low of sixty-five, today’s a great day to get your vitamin D in the valley.” Ansel held his knee in protest of this information. There’s no way that was true.

“And when you’re done getting that tan, come by the library where I’ll be doing a signing for my new book: Weather and Whatever. It chronicles the life of your favorite weatherman, from his varsity football days to his years on your television screen, every morning seven AM sharp. See you there.”

Ansel turned off the TV, revealing his hunched over visage in the reflection. His knee hurt. There was a storm coming and it was going to rain out Roland’s book signing, he was sure of it.

He turned to his bookshelf and scanned for Beginner’s Acupuncture, he paused at the framed photo of his football team. There was Roland at the front, always had to be at the center of the world.

Ansel’s hand landed on the book and he pulled it off the shelf. He needed to use it before he got anymore late fees. He set the book and the package Murr brought by on the counter and began to leaf through the pages.

“Knee, knee, knee…” Ansel whispered to himself. “Knee.” He’d found the section.

DO NOT USE NON-ACUPUNCTURE NEEDLES

The warning at the start of the chapter was bold and centered, not to be missed. But you must be licensed to buy the real kind of needles, Ansel thought as he ripped open his package. These were pretty standard sewing needles, as thin as he could find.

What’s the big deal? He was getting desperate for some relief.

“Yang Ling Quan,” he read aloud. “Located below and in front of the head of the shinbone.” He felt around on his knee, looking at the diagram. “That’s got to be the yingling.”

“Yin Ling Quan,” he continued. “On the outside of the lower leg, below, and in front of the head of the shinbone.” He felt around as he read until he was satisfied.

He looked out his kitchen window, the sky was still clear. Maybe his knee was just getting worse. It all started the day Roland tackled him at practice, a prank gone wrong. Or maybe a rivalry gone too far, but it had been getting worse with age. The party trick of feeling incoming storms was getting old.

Ansel felt again for the Yang Ling Quan and held his finger to it as he pulled out a needle. This was just a test, he could always get the real needle when he got serious about this. He drove the needle in above his finger.

Nothing. He felt nothing. The pain stopped. Then pain shot through his entire leg, and up through his body. His vision went white and he heard a loud bang.

Laying on the floor, he came to. There was wind howling through his kitchen. He pulled himself up and realized the kitchen window had burst open, and a giant crack was letting water in.

Ansel went into his bathroom to grab a towel. Coming back into the kitchen, he peered out the broken window and saw a smoldering hole in his back yard. That must have been the bang, he thought. Lightning struck right outside.

He couldn’t wait to see what Roland had to say about this. He turned on the weather channel. Roland was reporting live from the library, at his signing.

“We’ve never seen a storm like this in the one hundred fifty years of our town! I advise everyone to shelter in place under the storm calms down. There’s a strong possibility of tornados touching down as well…” Roland continued as Ansel smirked to himself.

He looked down to his knee and saw the needle still there. It had really worked, no pain, no aches. He pried the needle out and studied it. Who needs acupuncture needles? These work fine.

The aching began to return, quickly, and worse than before. He felt around for the Yang Ying Quan and held his finger there, driving the needle back in. His TV lit up and the room glowed white. Ansel flew backwards into his coat stand.

Lighting had struck his TV, and left a smoldering pile of junk. Laying on his back, Ansel looked to his knee, then to the TV. What were the odds? Two strikes at the same moments he jabbed himself. There’s no way that’s coincidence.

He pulled himself up by his coat rack and put on a poncho. Whatever was happening, he was going to unleash it on Roland.

Who REALLY Built The Pyramids? Ancient History’s Biggest Cover-Up

Pretty good. -MM

Who really built the pyramids—and how did they do it? Ancient Egypt’s most iconic monuments still hold secrets historians can’t fully explain. Despite mainstream claims that Pharaoh Khufu constructed the Great Pyramid with simple tools and brute force, compelling evidence suggests a different story entirely. Precise stonework impossible with primitive techniques, hidden chambers sealed off from exploration, and undeniable signs of advanced ancient technology—these mysteries challenge everything we’ve been told.

In this intriguing documentary, we dig deep into ancient history’s biggest cover-up, examining groundbreaking theories and startling discoveries that mainstream Egyptology has long dismissed. Could an unknown, highly advanced civilization have built these incredible structures, and if so, why have their identities and methods remained hidden for so long? Join us as we uncover the truth behind the pyramids, a truth powerful people might prefer you never learn.

Well, I daresay not even the Europeans will contemplate such a project, let alone approve and groundbreak it in 2025.

But first, what is a gorge or canyon? It is a valley framed by steep slopes on both sides.

The Yarlung Tsangpo flows through the world’s deepest canyon, with forbidding walls over 6,000m deep, averaging more than 2,000m over its 500km length.

Meanwhile, the elevation of the river descends from >5,000m at the source to 500m at the mouth.

I can stop here and the smart reader can figure out why even the most technologically advanced nations will avoid such projects.

Steep slopes and high elevation.

Recently, an apache with an MTOW of 10 tonnes crash landed in Ladakh, at an elevation of 4,000m. It took over six months to dismantle the stranded craft and carry it down piecemeal by truck and human mules.

IAF to retrieve Apache from Ladakh on truck – The Tribune
An Indian Air Force (IAF) helicopter, which carried out a precautionary landing during an operational sortie in Ladakh in April this year, is being retrieved after months of arduous work that included specialised teams hiking to reach the site at 12,000 ft.

That’s for a mere 10 tonnes. Imagine the insane level of engineering required just to transport the necessary building materials and machinery up the steep slopes of the Yarlung Tsangpo canyon, with the Himalayas in the way all around.

The plan is to drill a series of 50km long tunnels through solid rock to harness the 2,400m of pressure head around the hairpin.

When I first heard of it more than a decade ago, I went “no way!”.

But the Chinese have already managed to connect Lhasa, elevation 3,600m, by both road and rail.

They just might pull it off.

Just don’t ask me how.


What does 1.2 trillion buy? 300 billion kwh of green electricity annually at full capacity, equivalent to 3% of china’s total power generation in 2024.

This makes the medog dam the world’s biggest clean energy project. In fact, it is history’s largest energy project, period.

It will be studied for decades to come, and break new ground in extreme engineering and what human ingenuity is capable.

The techniques pioneered in this megaproject will revolutionize civil engineering at altitude, setting cities like La Paz and Quito on a path of revolutionary change, no longer held hostage to the forbidding geography of the Andes.

I am excited for the next phase of the belt and road.


I have much more to write about the project but I need to do some deep reading first.

Alien Bases On The Moon | The Amazing True Story of Ingo Swann

Kitten Gaokao Final Bell

India has five classes :-

A. Political Class – Ministers, MPs, MLAs, Corporators

B. Official Class – IAS, IPS, Addl Secretaries etc

C. Capitalist Class – Industrialists, Big Businessmen

D. Wealthy Class – Rich People like Businessmen, Celebrities

E. Citizens Class – Normal Ordinary Citizens

The Four Classes dominate the Citizens Class though the Citizens class is the most numerous

90% Power is concentrated in the hands of the Political Classes, Official Classes, Capitalist Classes and Wealthy Classes

The Citizens have very little power

Very little power means Very Little Freedom and Very little Safety

Its why you have

  • Stampedes where no one is accountable
  • Bad roads where no one is accountable
  • Bridge collapses where no one is accountable
  • Corruption
  • Cronyism
  • Criminal Actions where the Powerful Classes are protected by the System

China has only two classes :-

A. The State – The Communist Party of China

B. The People – Every Chinese in China

Even Xi Jinping is part of the PEOPLE

The State is represented by the Party

There are Capitalists but NO CAPITALIST CLASS

There are Wealthy Chinese but NO WEALTHY CLASS

There are Officials but NO OFFICIAL CLASS

In China, NOTHING IS ABOVE THE STATE

NOT EVEN GOD!!!!

It’s why China has its own definition of Islam where the Chinese version changes the “There is no one above God” to “There is no one above the State and the State is equivalent to God”

The People therefore have as much freedom as the State provides for them equally

This means if an ordinary Chinese cannot speak against the State on Taiwan, neither can Xi Jinping

If an ordinary Chinese cannot publish a pro tibetan article, neither can Xi Jinping

Laws are HARSH but very equal and uniform

Likewise Criminals in China are committing crimes against people

As a result, Crime is extremely rare and brutally punished

Any official who is corrupt is not just corrupt, he is committing a crime against the PEOPLE

It is a DEATH SENTENCE

Simple Numbers

In the past 5 years – 67.8 Billion Yuan of Corruption was prosecuted and 40.9 Billion Yuan has been recovered

In the past 12 Years (2013–2025) – 139 Chinese Officials were sentenced to death for Corruption, the latest on 7/4/2025

It’s why

  • Every bad road is accountable
  • Every bridge collapse is accountable
  • Corruption is punishable by death
  • No Cronyism exists because there is no Capitalist class
  • The System exists for the PEOPLE and all the PEOPLE

India doesn’t have freedom

I am not free to write anything I want on Quora as many dunderheads tell me

I am just too insignificant for the powerful classes to waste their resources on

Ultimately I don’t have the freedom to oppose anything against the Interest of the Capitalist Classes, Political Classes ,Official Classes and Wealthy Classes

If I am significant enough – they will silence me or use the force of the law on me

In India you can’t oppose the Interests of the Four Classes

In China you can’t oppose the Interests of the STATE

Of the two, I would anyday prefer to give up my freedom for the interests of the State than to give up my freedom for Modi or Adani


India certainly isn’t safer than China

A Country where Laws exist more to protect Four Classes than the Citizens class is bound to have plenty of Crime and people taking advantage of the law

China is where laws exist to protect the People and the State

The Law will be harsher on paper but very equal and actually protect the average citizen a lot more

Title: Sir Whiskerton and the Final Bell Fiasco

Ah, dear reader, prepare for a tale of academic exhaustion, feline physics, and the most conflicted life choices ever made by a kitten. Today’s adventure stars Ditto the Kitten, whose struggle to balance scholarly duty and naptime reaches its dramatic climax during the Kitten Gaokao Final Bell. So ready your stopwatches (and your pillows), and join us for The Final Bell: Escape or Nap?—where the only thing harder than the exam is staying awake for it.


Act 1: The Gaokao Grind

The barn was silent—save for the frantic scratching of tiny claws on paper.

  • Ditto: [Echoing the exam questions] “If a train leaves Beijing at meow o’clock… meow o’clock…” (He fell asleep briefly, then jolted awake.)
  • Taxman Ted: “Five minutes remaining!” (He adjusted his glasses, oblivious to the puddle of drool spreading across Ditto’s answer sheet.)

Outside, the other animals prepared for freedom:

  • Porkchop stretched his legs (and his stomach, for post-exam snacking).
  • The Valley Chicks practiced their “We Survived!” victory dance.
  • Sir Whiskerton napped in the sun, because some cats had priorities.

Act 2: The Impossible Choice

The final bell rang—a sound that sent every student into a frenzy.

  • Ditto’s Brain: “FLEE! BE FREE!”
  • Ditto’s Body: “But… soft paper… warm desk…”

Compromise? Sleep-running.

  • Step 1: Ditto launched himself toward the exit…
  • Step 2: …while fully asleep, limbs flailing like a wind-up toy.
  • Step 3: THUD. The wall gently corrected his trajectory.
  • The Farmer: “That’s… not how cats work.”
  • Porkchop: “Dream big, lil’ dude.” (He ate Ditto’s abandoned exam. “Mmm. Pencil-infused.”)

Act 3: The Aftermath (and the A+ for Effort)

Ditto awoke hours later in the hayloft, his face still imprinted with question #7.

  • Ditto: “Did I… pass?”
  • Sir Whiskerton: “You napped the entire multiple-choice section. So yes, by feline standards.”

Meanwhile:

  • Taxman Ted attempted to grade the half-eaten, drool-crisped exams.
  • Porkchop claimed his “scoring system” (based on crunchiness) was just as valid.
  • The Valley Chicks sold “I Survived the Kitten Gaokao” merch (made from shredded test papers).

The Moral (and the Post-Credit Dream Sequence)

Moral: Life’s toughest choices often require a nap first.

Post-Credit Scene:
Ditto sleep-climbs the barn rafters, murmuring: Escape… nap… why not both…”


Best Lines:

  • “That’s… not how cats work.” – The Farmer, baffled biologist
  • “Dream big, lil’ dude.” – Porkchop, snack-based motivational speaker
  • ZZZ-run! ZZZ-run!” – Ditto, sleepy scholar

Starring:

  • Ditto the Kitten (Sleep-Running Prodigy)
  • Porkchop (Exam Gourmet)
  • Taxman Ted (Grading Martyr)

Why It’s Hilarious:

  • Sleep Physics: A cat defying wakefulness and momentum.
  • Character Chaos: Porkchop’s crunch-based grading, Ted’s existential despair.
  • Happy Ending: Ditto masters the art of sleeping anywhere.

Now, go forth—and may your naps be productive (or at least entertaining). 📝🐱💤

Signs That Trump’s America Is Preparing For China War

Because that is American framing, which doesn’t need to correlate with reality.

Such as “I’ll end the war within 24 hours of taking office”.

Lie after lie without consequence condition Americans to “untruths” as a natural response to all questions.

To my knowledge, no armed forces has defined the specs of a 6th generation fighter, not even china which has flown 2 publicly captured prototypes of completely different and radical design.

What we do know is the J-36 has 2 pilots and 3 engines within a giant 50–60 tonne MTOW airframe, which is a significant departure from any current 4th- and 5th-gen fighter.

Meanwhile, the J-20 family gains a stablemate, the 2-seater J-20s with a WSO, making it the only tandem 5th-gen fighter today. Some call it the first 5.5 gen fighter, capable of advanced battlefield C&C, EW and loyal wingmen control. Some describe it as an armed forward stealth AWACS controller.

The J-36 is probably designed along similar lines, except it has improved all-aspect stealth, sensors and speed and altitude advantages. What secrets does the design hide to enable it to kill all 5th-gen platforms in the PLAAF? I don’t know, but it must, in order to quality for the generational jump.

This is America’s 6th-gen fighter, with much derided canards shrouded in mist, like it was too embarrassing to reveal. Boeing won the contract to manufacture the F-47 sans competition. So far, it only exists as a PowerPoint slide, with an airy pronouncement that it will become operational between 2025–2029.

I will believe what I see.

It’s been nothing but hot air. It may end up being a shrink of the F-22, just like the B-21 downsizing of the B-2.

As for 7th gen, let’s define the 6th-gen first.

The Chinese have the lead now.

Native Chinese soybeans are oval in shape with a white line in the middle of the germ, high in protein and low in oil, and are the raw material for soy products such as tofu.

Soybeans imported from the United States are round, have no or very light-coloured germ and can contain up to 24 per cent oil. Soybean meal from the oil is usually used as animal feed. China’s soybean imports from the United States are mainly used to feed livestock, not for human consumption.

After China banned US soybeans, it could import soybeans from Brazil, Argentina and other countries.


If you want to make tofu, tofu made with domestic soybeans tastes better and the flavor is very different.

China is the country that invented tofu. Chinese people are very sensitive to the taste of tofu and can taste the subtle differences between different ingredients.

If unscrupulous merchants use imported soybeans to make tofu, Chinese people will not buy it again after eating it, and the brand of this company will be ruined.