(Repost) World-Line Travel Using Vehicles – Some Examples (duplicate)

In this post we discuss one specific method of surfing the MWI- “World-Line” or “Time-Line” travel for those of you who like those terms. I know of four methods. For the most part, humans need to stick to their own pre-defined realities and utilize other techniques as necessary to learn and obtain information and experiences.

Vehicles are often utilized when there are NO pre-defined clear destination coordinates when exploring other “world-lines”. These are typically similar to the destination environments and are used to house the often large equipment needed for MWI egress.

In other posts, I have discussed the benefits of using roads to conduct MWI (world-line travel) into our reality. Here, in this post, I would like to elaborate on that situation…

Introduction

Important Note:
This post specifically concerns (so called) "world-line" travel. Which in fact, the actual activity is actually considered as "MWI surfing". The term "Time Travel" is a specific subset of this technique in which the time coordinates are changed. This post does not intentionally or knowingly discuss that aspect of the MWI slide.

There is every indication that vehicles are sometimes used to enter and leave our “reality”. They travel on our roads. This is simply because roads are more or less, a long lasting and stable fixture. Roads tend to be predictable within the dimension of time.

Materialization of a vehicle — Here we can clearly and plainly see a car materialize in front of the startled driver as they enter a crossroad intersection. The frames of the video are milliseconds apart. For those debunkers that insist that the vehicle was moving too fast for the camera to record, that would mean that it was traveling at 14,400 MPH and suddenly decelerating to 30 MPH. Right in front of the car. Why decelerate? If the debunkers are correct…

Roads are typically the ONLY stable long-lasting features on this ever changing planet. A field in 1965 becomes a gas station in 1973. It then changes into a warehouse in 1990, and then is torn down and made into a parking lot in 2010. What will happen in 2055? Maybe it will be a park, filled with trees and shrubs. As such, who can predict when and were a tree might grow, or where a lake might come into being?

However, the road in front of that 1965 field will (more than likely) still exist.

In fact, the longevity of road intersections is even more guaranteed than individual roads. With a near certainty that the road will never be completely blocked off, instead detours along the edges will be provided to the drivers. Those wishing to utilize vehicles for dimensional and / or time travel would be able to utilize existing roads to teleport to and from. Depending on the traffic, a car might occupy a given physical location of a mere fraction of a second. This is a mighty small period of time to allow and permit materialization of an inward-bound vehicle from another dimension.

The Benefits of Using Roads

Roads are stable. A given road might exist for hundreds of years. This is obvious in terms of the dimension of time. What is not so obvious is that this is also true for MWI surfing and slides. The roads serve as stable and flat places for world-line, or MWI access points.

However…

In "regular" geometry, a line contains an uncountable infinity of points, though any two points determine a line. A line can contain an infinite number of points. A line can be as long as it wants to be, but in order to considered a line, it has to have at least two points.

-Answers, UK

Intersections are even more stable than roads. They have defined geopositioning spacial coordinates. Ask any mathematician. A line can have an infinite number of points on it. While an intersection can have only one point.

Thus, it is a much more precise coordinate from which to calculate a given destination.

via GIPHY

As should be obvious to anyone who has ever watched the movie series “Back to the Future”. You need to be able to arrive on a stable flat surface that does not have trees, buildings, or obstacles that you might run into and hit.

via GIPHY

Let R. Crumb Tell the story…

Artist R.Crumb has a series of drawings that depict our changing landscape. While it is fun to look at, there is some real truth in what he is trying to portray. We assume so many things.

We tend to assume so many things.

For instance, let’s suppose that you want to travel back in time, and you know that a road existed at the turn of the century. You decide to go back then and egress on the road. No problem, right? You are going back before the invention of the automobile.

So, you go back.

You arrive and… SPLAT!

A trolley-car hits you right when you arrive. Dimensional travel is like that. You cannot take anything for granted. You cannot assume anything. And, like the Commander told me when I joined MAJestic, you are on your own and will have no support group when you work to complete your tasks.

You have got to be careful.

Consider what R. Crumb illustrated…

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Ah, but what next?

We do not know. This is because the apparent concept of time is firmly rooted in the entropic decay of our bubble of reality. That is WHY time always seems to be a straight unchanging line. It is simply because we are inside a bubble of reality. Now, we can change this bubble somewhat. We can alter it though our thoughts… that is as long as the thoughts are in alignment with the mass migration of other thoughts with other people.

However, if we wanted to migrate to another bubble of reality all together, we would need some equipment and machinery to do the “heavy lifting”. As such, we could not only specify coordinates of the type of reality and the “flavor(s)” of it, but we could specific geographic coordinates and time coordinates as well.

It would be a “time machine” device.

Here, R. Crumb suggests some possible futures based on his earlier work. If you had the proper equipment, you could surf the MWI and visit each and every one of them, were that your prerogative. For instance, you could opt for a post-ecological disaster world, were that to your liking…

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Or, maybe you want something more High-Tech and futuristic. Maybe some kind of retro-future as envisioned in the 1950’s and the 1960’s. Here, R. Crumb offers us this glimpse…

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Or what about something much more sensible. How about something that blends with the entire ecology of the earth that we inhabit. R. Crumb offers this glimpse…

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The John Titor Statement

In the previous section we started to look at elements of (what I refer to as) “high strangeness”. One of the aspects that we looked at involved the use of vehicles to enter and leave our reality. They are not using the transport portal like I used in the Navy. They are doing something else altogether.

Now consider that, for a second. If there are people entering and leaving our reality, and they are using an automobile as the vehicle to do so, then could there be some kind of disclosure that might present more information on this phenomenon? And, if so, then what would that disclosure looks like?

"Theories have four stages of acceptance:

i) this is worthless nonsense;
ii) this is an interesting, but perverse, point of view;
iii) this is true, but quite unimportant;
iv) I always said so.

- J.B.S. Haldane, 1963

Well there is just such a disclosure. There really is. However, it is a very difficult one to believe as it sounds so absolutely outlandish that it “must” be a hoax. (Not to mention that it has been “disproven” by Snopes (LOL), and is considered by many (people, children, and possibly herd animals) to be a hoax.) Well, then, isn’t that a basic criterion for use to start from? We must look at what “just can’t possibly be” to study what actually is.

Dear readers, let me present the John Titor story…

This is the first fax sent from John Titor to Art Bell on July 29, 1998;

“Dear Art,

I had to fax when I heard other time travelers calling in from any time past the year 2500 AD. Please let me explain.

Time travel was invented in 2034. Off-shoots of certain successful fusion reactor research allowed scientists at CERN to produce the world’s first contained singularity engine. The basic design involves rotating singularities inside a magnetic field. By altering the speed and direction of rotation, you can travel both forward and backward in time.

Time itself can be understood in terms of connected lines. When you go back in time, you travel on your original timeline. When you turn your singularity engine off, a new timeline is created, due to the fact that you and your time machine are now there. In other words, a new universe is created.

To get back to your original line, you must travel a split second father back, and immediately throw the engine into forward without turning it off.

Some interesting outcomes of this are:

One, you meet yourself. I have done it often, even taken a younger version of myself along for a few rides before returning myself to the new timeline and going back to mine.

Two, you can alter history in the new universe that you have just created. Most of the time, the changes are subtle. Sometimes, I’ll notice car models that don’t exist, or books that come out late.

The oldest one was a skyscraper that wasn’t built in a near favorite store of mine in New York.

Interestingly, when you travel in time, you must compensate for the orbit of the earth. Since the time machine doesn’t move, you have to adjust the engines so you remain on the planet when you turn it off. Unfortunately, it was also discovered that anyone going forward in time, from my 2036, hit a brick wall in the year 2564.

Everyone who has ever been there has reported that nothing exists. When the machine is turned off, you find yourself surrounded by blackness and silence.

Now, most time travelers are trying to find out where the line went bad by going into the past, creating a new universe, and proceeding forward to see if the same thing results in 2564. It appears the line went bad around the year 2000. I’m here now, in this time, to test a few theories of mine before going forward.

Now, for the future you might want to know about.

One, Y2K is a disaster. Many people die on the highways when they freeze to death trying to get to warmer weather.

Two, the government tries to keep power by instituting marshal law, but all of it collapses when their efforts to bring the power back up fail.

Three, a power facility in Denver is able to restart itself, but is mobbed by hundreds of thousands of people and destroyed. This convinces most that maybe we shouldn’t bring the old system back up.

Four, a few years later, communal government system is developed, after the constitution takes a few twists.

China retakes Taiwan, Israel wins the largest battle for their life, and Russia is covered in nuclear snow from their collapsed reactors.

Art, the reason I’m here now is because I believe a nuclear weapon set off by Iraq in the Middle East war with Israel might have something to do with the damaged timeline. I will test that theory and get back to you.

Please pray that we discover the reason why there is no apparent future after 2564.”

This fax does not agree exactly with other information posted on the Internet. This is a point that is not lost on others.

They responded;

“Comparing the 1998 fax to the John Titor story that occurred a couple years later on the Internet, you can see that the “plot” changed somewhat. There’s no mention of an IBM 5100 in the 1998 faxes, and in 2000-2001, there wasn’t any focus at all on this mysterious “blackness and silence” in 2564, nor any reference to a damaged timeline.

Perhaps the mission changed. Or maybe just the story.

It’s possible, even, that the author of the faxes wasn’t the same person, that someone else snatched up the story, made a few changes and ran with it. But that’s just meaningless conjecture. I’ll leave you with this final thought: something’s weird about this first fax. I’ve transcribed it directly from a recording of the originally aired episode.

The line Art reads, “The oldest one was a skyscraper that wasn’t built in a near favorite store of mine in New York,” is fairly strange, not just for its content, but for its structure. It’s often reinterpreted as “The oldest one was a skyscraper that don’t exist in New York.”

Now, we can obviously understand what the other interpretation means, but “wasn’t built in a near favorite store of mine in New York” is just weird. Perhaps it was a typo on the fax, or Art misread it.

Some, however, theorize that the original recording was edited, that the original content was obscured to hide…something. Or, perhaps, to add something. There are rumors that the audio, for whatever reason, was changed, and so multiple versions are floating around cyberspace.”

Ok, ok. I don’t to get too hung up on this dude.

I am mentioning him simply because he claims that he uses vehicles to travel in and out of time, via world-line egress. This is in agreement with what I know, and what is presented herein.

As far as he is concerned, I have no idea. I will cover him in another post. For now, let’s just set him aside.

Example 1 – Black SUV

Here is good example. In this case, a car “pop’s” into existence right in front of another car as it is making a turn. Of course, the old argument is that it is an optical illusion. You simply cannot see the car because of the odd viewing angle. It is a possible scenario. Yet, I will continue to use it as an example of how a given species, or even the United States government can use the 1980’s technology that I was exposed to, to transit to various locations at various times.

Teleport example #1 — Here we see example #1. A car seemingly pops our from “the blue” or “teleports” directly in front of a car right in the middle of an intersection. Observing the film clip before and after the event clearly shows that no vehicle was present prior to the crash.

Notice that the roads are wide and clear. There is no evidence of any hurried traffic or difficult driving conditions. However, all accounts the car simply “pop’s” right into existence directly in front of the car. Study frame 0010. Compare that to frame 0011. The size of the car can be determined by frame 0011. As such, the rear of the car should be visible in frame 0010. It isn’t.

The car “popped” into existence in front of a car making a turn and was hit by that car. I sure would like to see the discussion that the two drivers had after the accident. Unfortunately, the faces of the drivers are obscured.

Mystery car 1 — Here is a closeup of the mystery car that “popped” into our reality right in front of the startled driver. Notice that the day is clear with no haze, no direct sun, and no distractions.

This specific event can be viewed on the following video.

Please note that this video has other examples of fakes and hoaxes interspersed in it.  Also the voice over and music track leaves much to be desired.  Please turn off the audio and watch the video free of “Halloween style” or “B-grade movie” music.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M_Hwlws9b1g&feature=youtu.be

Watch from 1:16 to approximately 1:47.

Example 2 – White Midsized

This is pretty common. There are all sorts of videos on the Internet that depict these kinds of events. Some are “better” than others. Meaning that some videos simply depict actual occurrences that simply show that one vehicle is well hidden and not easily viewed, yet if you study the video you can see elements of the other car if you look carefully. However, there are “better” reports that show the “impossibility” of a “hidden” surprise car. These other videos clearly show the car appearing “out of no where” right in front of a different car. Here is one such video.

The reader can see the video here; http://video.dailymail.co.uk/video/mol/2017/10/18/3136425883458422863/640x360_MP4_3136425883458422863.mp4

Here are two screen shots that show the “before” and “after” snapshots of the event in question.

Example #2 — In this example, we see a clear road a fraction of a second before the mystery car appears. Note that the road is clear, and the driving conditions are optimal.

The information is provided for the reader to come to their own conclusions.

Example #2 after collision — Collision occurs when one vehicle egresses onto a different world line. As in the previous example, road intersections are considered “X” marks the spots for stability in world-line switches when the destination vectors are unknown or unstable.

Example 3 – Black Midsized

In this example, we have yet another example of a car teleporting in front of a car. Strangely, this car looks very similar to the car above. Wouldn’t it be something if it was the same car, which somehow managed to materialize in front of different cars in different places? In this case, it wasn’t hit (Phew!)

Again, the car materializes in the middle of an intersection. It is clearly shown that the cars waiting at the intersection (where the car supposedly comes from) are white or light colored. Yet, here we have a black car, much like the one in the earlier instance somehow getting in front of the big white truck and the small white sedan and teleporting directly in front of the car making the turn.

Example #3 — In this example, we see yet another car teleporting in the middle of an intersection. This time, there was no accident and the car drives off.

It should not take too much time to look at where the mystery black car came from. After all, if it came from the intersection, then it had to have been parked waiting at the intersection like all the other cars. We know this because it obviously was not going in the same direction, and was not to the right side of the cars that turned into the cars. So obviously, if it was not a teleportation, then it absolutely had to be parked and waiting at the intersection. However, it was not. Where was it?

The road is clear — Here we can clearly see that the road is clear. The conditions on the road are not optimal. It is raining, it is dusk. However, you can clearly identify the vehicles because they all have their headlights and running lights on.

Car #1 looks dark, so it could be that car. Though we later discover that it didn’t move and stayed in the position. Vehicle #2 is a large white truck. Vehicle #3 is a small white van, and vehicle #4 is a big bus.

Now, look at what happens after the collision. Vehicles #1 and #2 are still there waiting at the red light. So where did the car come from? It could not be a trick of the eye because if it did not come from the line of parked cars, and did not pass on the right side, then it absolutely had to materialize just as was recorded on the video. After all, the only car that was on the right was a red car.

Mystery black car appears — Here we can plainly and clearly see the black car as it just materializes in front of the startled driver in the middle of a major intersection. This is only one second from the previous image above. For the car to appear so suddenly in front of it, it would have had to travel as fast as a jet fighter.

This specific event can be viewed on the following video.

Please note that this video has many other examples of fakes and hoaxes interspersed in it.  For the most part except for this section, and another one mentioned previously, this video is just nonsense.  Really.  It also induces some idiot who claims that he is from the future. Please ignore the bullshit.  Additionally, the voice over and music track leaves much to be desired.  Please turn off the audio and watch the video free of “Halloween style” or “B-grade movie” music.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hn_zXuCnDKc

Watch from 4:38 to approximately 5:13. The rest of the video for the most part is sensationalized fictional garbage.

Why Intersections?

As stated previously, intersections can provide precise geolocation coordinates. Remember, the earth moves. There are earthquakes and events. Plus, of course, the MWI does and can create variations in geography. You need to be careful. The more specific the coordinates the better for the agent.

Here is a road map somewhere in England. Highlighted are three potential egress locations that might be preferred over other areas if you were using geospacial coordinate tracking vectors. FYI.

Here is an example using a map where possible desirable MWI egress locations would be of interest if you were reliant on geospacial coordinates.

Non-Intersection Example

One of the best examples of what a true and real teleportation looks like, and what I experienced back in 1981 was caught on video camera. It can be seen at https://youtu.be/l_POTJgVK0Q . Here, at night, a car exits through a portal just identically to what I have been trying to describe all along. There aren’t any flashes of light, noises or fading in or out. It is as if one passes through a door or a line just hanging in space.

In frame 0000, we see a normal road with cars at night. This continues in frame 0001.

However in frame 0002, the front end of a car appears. All you can see is the front headlights and about 50% of the hood over the engine. In frame 0003, the front end of the car is exposed, but the rear of the car is still invisible. In frame 0004, 80% of the car is visible, and in frame 0005 the car has completely exited the portal and drives down the road.

I state that this is the best example, even though the video and picture quality is so low, as it shows the clear boundary of the transport portal. It is exactly as I have described. To an outsider or to the observer it appears like a line or a door that one walks through. To an observer in the car it would be like entering a large slowly rotating invisible grinder.

Whether this is a dimensional portal, a time traveler or simply a teleportation window is unknown to me. I do not know the true nature of the device that I was involved in when I entered the program in the Navy. However, what I do know is that this type of technology is being used now, today in the movement of vehicles on public roads. That much is clear.

Here is a blurry close up of the event with a superimposed line to show the apparent location of the dimensional door or portal. Notice that in frame 0006 only one headlight exits the portal. By frame 0007, both headlights have exited. In frame, 0008 one half of the car has exited, and in frame 0009, most of the car has exited the portal. Indeed, by the final frame 0010, the entire has exited the portal.

Mid portal close up — Here we can see a detailed close up of the mid-portal transit. First one light, then the other. Then the hood. Then the windshield. Then the front doors. Then the rest of the car. The red line shows the disembarkation point.

This specific event can be viewed on the following video.  Unlike the other videos, this video is dedicated to specifically this event, and only this event.  Therefore it is in the preferred format for this manuscript.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l_POTJgVK0Q&feature=youtu.be

Watch the entire two minute video.  The entire video discusses this event.

What about Egress?

All the previous examples were of vehicles suddenly appearing “out of the blue” into intersections. What about vehicles disappearing? What about vehicles leaving our reality?

Since they know where they are, they don’t need to enter a world-line MWI at a stable geopositioning point and coordinate. They can leave from any point.

Here is an example…

Egress Example

Car disappears right in front of the dash-cam. One minute it is in front of a car…

Car in a snow storm. — Here you are simply following a car in a heavy snow storm. No problem, right? You keep your eyes on the road and glued to the red lights of the car in front of you as you make your way home.

And then within one second the car disappears…

Where did the car go? — Now where did the car go? It did not slide off the road. Keep in mind the headlights of the on coming traffic to keep a sense of timing of this recorded event. The car, a white car who was following a black car in front of it, suddenly disappeared “into thin air”.

This specific event can be viewed on the following video.

Please note that this video has other examples of fakes and hoaxes interspersed in it.  Also the voice over and music track leaves much to be desired.  Please turn off the audio and watch the video free of “Halloween style” or “B-grade movie” music.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YuP6H8cz72I

Watch from 2:07 to approximately 3:38.

The Reality of the Observer

Reality and learning — The reality that we observe is intended, and even designed, to assist us in learning.

One of the arguments “against” the issues raised in the previous “High Strangeness” chapter is that the observed events “could have been easily explained” if there were another observer, or camera. The argument goes like this, if there were two observers, they could collaborate their stories to figure out what was actually occurring. Perhaps, the argument goes, if there was another viewpoint it would become clear that it was “just” an optical illusion. Thus, nothing out of the “normal” was observed.

This viewpoint has merit. If one studies the videos, frame by frame, it is almost as if some kind of Photoshop wizard expertly erased missing sections of controversial imagery to make the video appear as it does.

This is, undoubtedly a possible scenario. Certainly, someone with a large budget, software talent, and a penchant for annoyance would or could desire to create some controversy.

Consider the diagram below. The simple diagram describes an accident between two vehicles at a cross road. Car “A” impacts car “B”. The impact is observed by vehicle ‘O1” (Observer #1.)

Here is an accident diagram to help us discuss the various observed events previously mentioned.

For many of the skeptics in the audience, the issue of whether these are “real” events as observed by the observer or whether or not they are hoaxes could be cleared up were there to be secondary observers. These secondary observers could be a trailing vehicle in car “O2”, a waiting car at “O3”, or even a non-vehicular observer at stationary location “O4”.

I however, take a totally different viewpoint.

My point is that each reality is germane to the observer itself. We do not share one unified reality. Rather we each occupy our own reality, and the observed events are specifically directed for us and us alone. The “others” that share our realities are but “quantum shadows” that appear to participate actively but are in all actuality just “stage props” in our world-line.

Each reality is germane to the observer itself. We do not share one unified reality. Rather we each occupy our own reality, and the observed events are specifically directed for us and us alone.

Therefore, with this point of view, it is clear that what we observe is ONLY the reality that truly exists. There isn’t a need or even the open possibility of a secondary or even tertiary observer. The events “collapse” upon themselves upon the transport into the current world-line reality. The only observers that “matter” are those actually “observing” the event. And thus, they, and they ALONE observe the quantum event.

This is the best example that I can think of of how quantum level events manifest into a macro-sized event within a world-line reality.

Further Research

There are numerous recorded examples of this. Various examples mentioned here in the manuscript were pulled from public videos found at these various Internets URL’s.

As always, these videos are filled with “horror style” music tracks, dramatic voice overs, and a general theatrical ambiance. I suggest the reader turn off the audio and ignore most of what is portrayed in the videos as they are designed to frighten, and not for anything other than curious inquiry.

20 Teleportation’s & Time Travelers Caught on Tape

This is a typical video of the horror-style ilk. Personally, I think it is designed for 12-year olds in mind to view. At least that is the way it is presented. Sections of note include;

[1] 0:42 to 0:54 
[2] 4:36 to 5:12 
[3] 19:27 to 20:00

Everything else in the video is suspect. Personally, aside from the three specific instances listed, I believe all the rest are staged fictional events created for the purposes of profiting from the video. They are all nonsense.

Teleportation Caught on Tape in Russia

This is another video of this ilk. Most notable is the “scary” electronic music that is intended to imply the “strange and the unusual”. The authors probably have hundreds of such videos. I suppose they are enjoyable for those children who like scary night-time stories, for the rest of us, it is but an irritation. They do have a section of note.

[1] 0:23 to 1:47.

This entire video revolves around an actual event. If one can turn off the audio and just watch the video, it will make more sense.

Top 10 Mysterious Events Ever Caught On Camera

Some of the stuff here is good. At least it isn’t staged fictional events intended for a gullible audience. Without reading too much into what is presented, I suggest the reader turn off the audio and jump to the key sections;

[1] 2:10 to 2:40, 
[2] 5:56 to 6:18.

The rest of the video has questionable content.

10 Teleportation’s That Were Caught on Tape

Many of these events are shared on different videos. As before, ignore the audio. The reader can turn it off, and concentrate on the video presented without the frightening background music. Section of note are…

[1] 0:53 to 1:33
[2] 3:18 to 4:07
[3] 5:05 to 5:44
[4] 6:47 to 7:12

There is the possibility that the accident described at 0:53 might be due to the “hit” car traveling at the same speed as the other car, but obscured by the angle of approach. I have viewed the video repeatedly and this is a possibility, as I “think” there is the possibility of the trunk of the “hit” car observed to the right of the black car in the video. I leave it up to the reader to decide and discern.

For further investigations

These events are common enough that they can be found throughout the world. All one needs to do is search the words “mysterious”, “strange”, “car”, “nowhere”, or “surprise” in the language of the host country. The reader will be absolutely surprised at the number of findings.

Here are just a handful of examples to get started with…

Strange car accident – man from nowhere
Eerie moment ‘ghost’ car appears from nowhere causing crash at busy junction
Strange video truck appears out of nowhere, page 1

“Came across this video to share, its of a stretch of road I'm really not sure where.

But these accidents keep occurring at roughly the same spot.

The crashes themselves are crazy but at 0:58 seconds there's this truck crash where, a second truck appears out of nowhere and it appears to have a head on collision with oncoming traffic.

Strange!

Its not in English but the comments generally just ask about where the truck came from.”

Have you encountered weird “people” appearing out of nowhere and/or disappearing into thin air?

“These "people" tend to wear clothes that are not quite right. Like they are trying to imitate fashion but can't quite do it. The fabric is wrong. The style is wrong. It looks both futuristic and old fashioned. Everything in you screams that they're not normal. I was afraid to touch the guy I saw. They look perfect, too perfect.”

“I have also experienced this, at least once that I can clearly recall. The man demonstrated supernatural abilities, as if to try and prove something, like popping out of thin air wasn't enough to scare the crap out of me. 

He said something to the effect "we need to talk", but in truth at that point I was way to freaked out to talk, it happened on a busy street and he had stepped onto the sidewalk out of thin air only moments after making a part fall off my brand new bike to which he had done to stop me walking, or presumably. 

I put the piece back on my bike with shaking hands and he just "made" the piece fall off again by what I assume was sheer will, second time I picked it up but was way too freaked out to put it back on. 

At that point he said in a calm voice "see this is real, otherwise how could I do that?" he pointed to the bike, and then continued speaking in a calm but authoritative voice "we need to talk." 

He looked like a normal person with the exception that his clothes look present day but yet he looked out of place and oddly surreal but I can't say why. I didn't know if he was human, alien, demonic, all I knew was this was impossible and shouldn't be happening in broad daylight, on a busy street of large downtown city and it was freaking me out badly. 

I remember telling the man something to the effect "No I am leaving I don't want to talk to you, I am going now!" to which he said something to the general effect "you can walk away but we are not done talking" he said more but I was moving away and was too scared to listen. 

I turned to see if he was following me, and again, I watched him step off the curb, onto the road and disappear into thin air, as if there was an invisible door there. Just like how he appeared. Many years later I still don't know what to make of the experience but had an impulse to good key words and on this and see if other had such experiences.”

There is this strange video from Russia.

Fakes and Hoaxes

For starters, let us tackle the issue of hoaxes and fraud. The Internet is full of them. However, not everything is a fake. There are occasional jewels out there if you know what to look for.

There are many fakes and hoaxes on the Internet. Many of which are very well done. (Thanks to modern computer technology.) The links listed above have about 80% fake or hoaxes interspersed with a mere handful of authentic examples.

In general, let it be understood that the technology that I was exposed to did not create any flash or light, EM disturbance or anything like that. Thus, any video or photo that shows someone or something disappearing with an associated flash, CGI effect or the like is a hoax. (At least, that is what I believe, based upon my own experiences.)

In addition, there was no molecular disappearance or fading effect, it was actually a “blinking effect” (in the mind of the person being transported) that occurred in a very short period of time. So, if there is a fading effect that lasts longer than one half of a second, then that too is suspiciously considered to be a hoax.

Flashes

Everyone just loves the “Hollywood” CGI effects. They just cannot help themselves. It is like those old Kung Fu movies where they had to add all kinds of sound effects such as snapping chairs, breaking wood, and thuds to “enhance” the movie effect during a Kung Fu fight.

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Yet, in reality, a true and real Kung Fu fight is a rather quiet event. You just simply do not hear bones breaking, and wrists snapping. If you do not believe me then attend a show. It is a quiet affair.

It’s the same reason why the old original television series Star Trek would have a “swooshing” sound when the spaceship Enterprise flew past the screen. (This was during the opening credits.)

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Certainly, there is no air in space, thus no sound. However, the sound effect was placed there to give the illusion of movement and speed. It was a “creative license” that provided the theatrical environment. It was a decision the Gene Rodenberry made to provide the illusion to the television viewing public. The truth is; movies are all just make-believe.

Movies are all just make-believe.

However, people don’t realize this simple fact. In reality, life is not as if it is portrayed in the movies. Things can and do happen, but they are often quiet and unspectacular; boring, even.

Consider the preference in using CGI effects to create a video (supposedly) depicting a teleportation event.

Fakes and Hoaxes — Here are screen shots of various fakes and hoaxes that are interspersed in with the actual real video feeds. Ah they really like to use CGI and Hollywood style special effects.

The above are some examples of uploaded videos that supposedly depict teleportation events. In each one the entity or vehicle disappeared in a flash. The screen captures shows the overall shape and form of the residual “Hollywood” style flash.

Frame 0116 supposedly depicts a car that just flashed into nothing while viewed by a highway cam. It was most certainly a hoax. Curiously, the shape and size, and CGI effect is identical in the second frame 0117.

In that hoax a youthful young man in his 20’s rode his bicycle into nothing and disappeared. (The two hoaxes were probably made by the same person.)

Finally, in frame 0118 we see the same kind of CGI effect used to promote the notion that a plane flashed into nothing. That is the most ridiculous of them all as all planes have to file a flight plan and are tracked continuously. Certainly, someone would have noticed…

…but I digress.

Prolonged fading

We all love the old Star Trek shows. This includes not only the original series, but also all the movies and other spun off shows. In the Star Trek world was a device known as a teleporter.

It was a device that could move a person from one location to another by reducing their being into tiny particles and “zapping” them to another location. I thought it was pretty cool when I was growing up, and others did as well. However, then again, it was all just a cool Hollywood television effect.

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Yet, somehow, people want to believe that people can slowly fade away. Much like the one or two second duration teleportation fade, the CGI hoaxes on the Internet try to do the same thing and use the same tired old fading duration.

Nevertheless, the truth is, as far as the technology that I was exposed to, you do not “fade away”. You “walk into”. You “pop” into a “state”. You go from location “A” and arrive in location “B”. There is no mixing of the two states; a state of “A+B”, in this technology. Here are some examples…

Cheshire kitty cat. — Here we have another fake video. Where some guy claims that his cat can fade in and out of reality. Nice CGI asshole. However, matrix and hive souls do not have that ability. There is no need to do it, as since they are all connected, if they want to experience a different reality they just merge into it. Jeeze!

In the above, we see a cat that is doing typical cat hunt and kill behavior on a man’s porch. Then we see the cat fade out slowly like the Alice in Wonderland Cheshire Cat. The man who submitted the video claimed that it was from his CCTV feed and he never saw anything like that before in his life. Yeah, I’ll agree with him at that. However, the likelihood that this video being real and legitimate is rather low.

Cat’s so not need to develop this ability. They are already expert hunting and killing machines. Can you just imagine a cat appearing out of the air and attacking? Yikes!

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Here is another hoax that is apparently well done. In it, it portrays a car fading into nothing. Note the white car in frame 0126. In frame 0127, it starts to fade out, and in frame 0128, it is all but disappeared.

Now, this does not have to be a teleportation event. Perhaps they had an invisibility generator in the car. (Even if they had one, they switch on and switch off. They do not fade in and fade out.) Please believe me, using the technology circa 1981, you “pop” in and you “pop” out. You never fade.

Fake fading automobile — Here is another hoax. This is a fading automobile. While it is possible that they suddenly turned on some kind of “cloaking mechanism” it is unlikely that it would fade over a few seconds. Both most of the (so called) cloaking / invisibility mechanisms that I am aware of, as well as the MWI egress technology does not “fade” in any way, shape or form. It appears and then disappears. Jeeze!

Fakes and hoaxes aside, there are many instances of “high strangeness” that are now easy to film. While there are still legions of skeptics regarding these events, they do occur and should be investigated.

Conclusion

There are examples of exit and egress in and out of our reality all around us. Here, we describe just some of the many examples that have been accidentally recorded on dash cameras.

The knowledge that there are other realities “out there” should be sufficient for a relatively intelligent person to conclude…

Time is not what we think it is.
Good and bad are related to experiences relative to a given reality.
The ability to enter and leave other realities is not something that the average person should have access to.
If we are in this singular reality, we need to ask ourselves WHY this one?
Who are these organizations that travel in and out of reality, and why do they do so?

Take Aways

Roads and intersections provide stable coordinates for dimensional and time travel using vehicles.
Examples of MWI “world line” switches are everywhere.
Any extraterrestrial with sufficient technology to visit the earth would have the ability to apply some of that technology to the MWI.
There are people, humans, and others who use technology to enter and leave our reality.
It is unknown why anyone would want to use this technology to visit our reality.

FAQ

Q: Have you ever used a vehicle to perform time travel?
A: No. Nor have I used a vehicle, as described herein, to conduct any kind of MWI slide. My utilization of the MWI was strictly functional towards my operational needs. Thus, the idea that someone would want or need to conduct “time travel” or use a vehicle to surf the MWI is a mystery to me that I cannot explain. Nor can I justify it’s use.

Q: Why won’t the government make this knowledge public?
A: As far as I know, no government has this ability. There are organizations, however, that operate within a given nation or government structure that operate independently. Such as MAJestic operates as a “carve out” within the United States government. This knowledge and information if far, far, far, FAR too powerful for the average person to access. For sentience sorting, humans need to be kept ignorant and isolated until the sorting process is complete.

Q: Why do people make fake hoaxes?
A: Ignorance, boredom, greed, or malevolence. It distracts from real observations and makes it difficult to identify and learn from.

MAJestic Related Posts – Training

These are posts and articles that revolve around how I was recruited for MAJestic and my training. Also discussed is the nature of secret programs. I really do not know why the organization was kept so secret. It really wasn’t because of any kind of military concern, and the technologies were way too involved for any kind of information transfer. The only conclusion that I can come to is that we were obligated to maintain secrecy at the behalf of our extraterrestrial benefactors.

MAJestic Related Posts – Our Universe

These particular posts are concerned about the universe that we are all part of. Being entangled as I was, and involved in the crazy things that I was, I was given some insight. This insight wasn’t anything super special. Rather it offered me perception along with advantage. Here, I try to impart some of that knowledge through discussion.

Enjoy.

The fuselage embedded within the rocks of Victoria Falls.

Mystery of the oil lamp found inside a block of coal.

Did extraterrestrials set up a colony in Pennsylvania?

MAJestic Related Posts – World-Line Travel

These posts are related to “reality slides”. Other more common terms are “world-line travel”, or the MWI. What people fail to grasp is that when a person has the ability to slide into a different reality (pass into a different world-line), they are able to “touch” Heaven to some extent. Here are posts that cover this topic.

John Titor Related Posts

Another person, collectively known by the identity of “John Titor” claimed to utilize world-line (MWI egress) travel to collect artifacts from the past. He is an interesting subject to discuss. Here we have multiple posts in this regard.

They are;

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Don’t let fiction blind you to the very boring truth

When I was 16 years old, my girl friend gave me a belt buckle for my outfit. It really matched my trendy and groovy attire. Let’s continue today with a glimpse of some Dazed and Confused attire…

Are you healing… or just getting better at pretending nothing hurts?

Oh no, I’m healing.

14 months ago, I was in a fairly bad bike wreck. I broke the frame on my bike along with 4 ribs. Yeah, that sucked.

Thanks to the opioid epidemic, they never give you anything fun any more. So they shot me up with a muscle relaxer and told me to take Tylenol for pain. I told them I wanted something that meant I had to go to rehab when the prescription ran out.

So the ribs made it impossible for me to sleep in my bed. So I ended up going down and making a sort of nest out of pillows on my sofa, while the cats crawled all over to me. That was literally the only way I could get any kind of sleep.

The good news was I actually could sleep, usually about 3–4 hours a night.

Now I am 55 years old and this would be difficult for a 20 year old. But, for me, it made me feel pretty much awful 24/7.

Then, before my ribs healed, I got the flu.

Then I got the Bronchitis that was going around. I went to the doctors office for that one and they gave me steroids which helped a little but I was still wheezing for like 6 weeks. So even less sleep.

But, I have managed to come back from this disaster and heal. My ribs feel fine, I am over the illnesses and I even built up a new bike.

Last weekend I finally did a good Long ride down Breas Bayou. I felt great and I slept like a baby that night. Last night I went out and did a shortish ride. But, again, I felt fantastic.

So, I am healing.

Thanks very much.

Entitled Wife Attacks Husband at Work, Ends Badly

Is China a most promising country? Why or why not?

Definitely yes. Read the two stories.

Tao Zichen, 9, from Shanghai, performs at the 2025 China National Youth Diving Championship in Jiangmen, Guangdong Province in August. He practises diving at 4. His father said: “He has a strong and tough will and has overcome many difficulties.”

He is the hope of China.

The diving event attracts 333 athelets aged from 8–16. They are rising stars, and they are hope of China’s diving.

Li Lei volunteers to be a teacher in a Xinjiang village

The girl Li Lei graduated from Shanxi Jinzhong Normal College in 2023. Then she chose to become a Western Program volunteer, to teach at Xieti Primary School, Atushi City, Xinjiang.

China’s border guardian

The boy Aydarbaik is one of Li Lei’s students. His parents are border guardians. Although in her thirties, his mother has dark, weathered skin, with hands covered with calluses. She looks much older than her age. Each time when the parents go on patrol to safeguard the frontier, they are away for 10 days or even half a month, leaving little time to take care of the family.

She said, “I was born and raised here. Protecting the country’s border is something I should do, and I’ve never felt it was hard.”

China is safe and sound, Chinese people can live a peaceful life because of their steadfastly guarding the border day after day. They contribute to the peace, the future of the country.

Ande ki Bhorji (Indian Scrambled Eggs)

Yield: 4 to 6 servings

Ingredients

6 eggs
Salt and freshly ground pepper, to taste
2 tablespoons vegetable oil
2 medium onions, coarsely chopped
1/2 teaspoon ground cumin
Chopped cilantro for garnish (optional)
1 or 2 green chile peppers, seeded and thinly sliced for garnish (optional)

Instructions

Beat the eggs, salt, and pepper together in a bowl.
Heat the oil in a large skillet over moderate heat and sauté the onions until tender and golden but not brown, about 3 to 4 minutes.
Add the cumin and sauté for 30 seconds.
Reduce the heat to low and add the egg mixture. Stir frequently until the eggs are cooked as desired.
Serve garnished with cilantro and chile peppers if desired.

Archaeologists Just Opened a Sealed Chamber in the Amazon — What They Found Inside Shouldn’t Exist

We’re told the Amazon was once home only to scattered hunter-gatherers. Lidar just proved that wrong.

A new survey over “empty” rainforest revealed a buried city grid and a melted “door” in a limestone ridge.

When archaeologists fought their way in, they didn’t find crude tools—they found Terra Preta floors, basalt support pillars, a cathedral built from mastodon ribs, and a black pool preserving seeds from plants that went extinct over 10,000 years ago.

On the cliff outside, murals show Ice Age megafauna fleeing under a ring of fire in the sky and a star map dated to the end of the Younger Dryas—the moment a cosmic impact may have nearly reset civilization.

Inside the chamber: an ancient seed vault, magnetized stone, impact glass, and obsidian tools hauled thousands of miles from the Andes.

No bodies. No burials. Just a perfectly arranged workshop, as if the builders stepped out and never came back.

Was this a one-off bunker, part of a vast subterranean world, or evidence of a forgotten “mother culture” that rose and fell long before Mesopotamia?

2,400 Months

Written in response to: “Center your story around someone trying to change a prophecy.“

Ashly Lorenzana

Crime Horror Science Fiction

“Mr. Mercer…”He felt like his body was stuck in slow-motion, much like it had been in the nightmares of his distant childhood. His mind was reacting quickly, but his body was moving like he was drunk.After a moment, his eyes finally found their way to the judge, sitting far above where he was standing.“Mr. Mercer, I hope you know I am not pleased to have to do this, but you are certainly no stranger to the courts…”Although he wouldn’t allow it to form into a complete thought yet, somehow he already knew what was unfolding as he stood there wondering why his body and mind were so disconnected.

He suddenly realized how dry his mouth was. It felt like if he didn’t open it and drink something right that moment, it might get stuck to itself and he wouldn’t be able to breathe.

For a moment, the thought of suffocating actually made him feel strangely comforted, like falling backwards into a soft bed covered in pillows.

But the judge’s words kept pulling him back out of thoughts like these, even if he was only picking them out intermittently.

“Repeat offender…”

“I take no joy in handing down your sentence today…”

He tried to focus his eyes onto the judge’s lips as they moved to form the words that would deliver his fate. He fixated on them as if he were tripped out on some strong psychedelics.

Suddenly, his body felt a wave of panic wash over it. The effect was jarring, and he stiffened from head to toe. Fight or flight.

“You are therefore sentenced to the super max federal prison…for two thousand four hundred months.”

The brief, decisive sound his gavel made echoed in Zane’s ears. A second ago, he felt like he was choking to death on his own thirst — but now; he felt like he was choking on the brutal finality of what had just been spoken aloud.

Slipping back towards catatonic, he stood there trying to fully process what had just taken place, as he watched the bailiff move in his direction with those gleaming metal handcuffs open and waiting for his wrists.

Even now, he cannot remember any of the journey from the courtroom to the medical ward, where he was escorted immediately.

This next part was going to be truly horrible; the death penalty had been banned across the country decades ago.

He had a much more cruel punishment to dread as they strapped him down to the gurney. A loud, nervous laugh almost escaped him as he realized how similar this must have looked to the old execution rooms they had once used for lethal injections.

As barbaric as the practice had been, it looked like a mercy to him now.

“Can they really do this to people?” he wondered silently to himself as he watched in horror as a nurse prepared the shot that would keep him alive for his entire sentence.

They would make sure that he lived every day of the 2,400 months he had been given as punishment for his crimes.

It was time, and he had nowhere to escape to. All he could manage was a slight wiggling back and forth, they had strapped him across the forehead, the shoulders, the lower arms, the waist, his thighs, and finally his ankles.

It felt claustrophobic, as if he was stuck in the narrow passage of some dark cave that no one would ever find him in. The panic was setting in and he was suffocating.

He scanned the nurse’s eyes and face for any signs of compassion or humanity. He thought he may have caught a glimmer, but he couldn’t be sure if it had actually happened.

He probably just wanted it to so badly that he had imagined it.

If she had looked on him with any pity, she had shaken it from her expression quickly and was now about to stick the needle in his immobilized arm.

He squeezed both of his eyes closed as tightly as he could and let out a sound that was somewhere between a groan and a whimper. As his breathing became more erratic, the murmuring sound he was letting out in between punctuated it in perfect rhythm with his heartbeat.

He wanted to rock himself back and forth, but since he couldn’t, he laid there tensing up all of his muscles and then relaxing them over and over while he was mildly hyperventilating.

“Please…” he begged.

Each breath he took sounded sharper and faster than his last.

“Please, don’t…please, stop.”

Finally he opened his eyes for the first time in several moments. He’d been squeezing them shut so tightly that it took a full minute or more for his vision to slowly come back as he lay there trying to determine if he was alone.

Slowly, the nurse’s back came into focus. She was disposing of the syringe and cleaning up her work station. She wouldn’t look at him.

Before he could try to think of any words to say to her, the door swung open loudly, and a guard barged in. Zane couldn’t really hear what he and the nurse were talking and laughing about. He might as well have been on a different planet.

After what seemed like an eternity, the guard sighed and reluctantly walked over to Zane. He said nothing as he unfastened all the straps that had been holding him down.

Zane did not know what he was supposed to do now. He just lay there in terror of what would come next. They had made it perfectly clear ⸺ he was alone here.

The next moment Zane was aware of, he was waking up in an empty room. He squinted at the bright lights shining directly down on him. He was curled in the corner, trying to stay warm, but the chill had already pierced the thin layer of clothing they’d given him.

He looked around the cell, but there was almost nothing in here. Certainly no blanket or pillow, not even a bed. Just four walls, a camera perched in the corner where the wall and the ceiling met, a hole in the ground for waste, and of course the door with the slot for his food tray, which was sealed shut — as tight as his eyes had been moments ago.

How was he supposed to survive in this? How would he keep from freezing to death? What if they never brought him food and the slot in his door had rusted shut long ago. Maybe that was the joke. The guards laughing somewhere while he starved and screamed in a room no one entered.

He shuddered thinking of what it would be like to die in this place while everyone else in the building ignored you and pretended you never existed.

He needed to stop this train of thought fast before it derailed and caused a full-blown panic attack.

How could he possibly keep himself amused or entertained alone all day long, every day…for an eternity?

This was not a place with cell mates. He was not allowed visitors. They barely tolerated his limited contact with the lawyer he was assigned.

He wondered who he would try to call, if he could try. It’s not like he had a long list of close friends or family that he’d kept in touch with regularly.

His mom, maybe?!

Would she even want to speak to him? Knowing her, it might be more drama than comfort for him in his current predicament.

He sighed and slowly stood up, resting against the bleak walls for a moment. He decided that the only way to keep himself from starting to shiver was to move around, so that’s what he did.

The room was long and rectangular, which he was glad for. It was just enough room to lightly sort of jog mostly in place. He had to get his blood pumping and warm himself up somehow.

He wondered when they would bring him something to eat, even though he couldn’t imagine eating anything right now. Probably not soon, the way he was feeling.

The silence was a weight, pressing down until it felt like it might crush his skull.

It felt like his brain had been hibernating all day long as these people around him foretold him of his future of suffering as if it were some somber prophecy. It was just now occurring to him he should have asked his attorney about when his first appeal would be scheduled.

He cursed himself for failing to think of that.

Frustrated, he purposely threw his head back with moderate force, intending for it to contact the wall behind him. To his surprise, it had hurt nowhere close to how he had expected.

He turned around to inspect the wall he’d just attempted to smack his own head against, wondering if perhaps he’d already lost his increasingly fragile mind.

He balled his hand up into a fist and lightly punched at the wall. It didn’t hurt at all…in fact; the wall felt a bit…soft, if he wasn’t going crazy already.

Puzzled, he stood there frowning for a moment before he hit it with his fist again, a little harder than the last time.

It had some give to it. It was certainly not solid, he could tell that much.

“What the…” he trailed off, hitting it even a little harder still.

“Well, they aren’t padded, but…they aren’t hard either.”

Who was he even talking to?

Great. That meant he couldn’t even bang his head on the wall hard enough to hurt himself. He would not pretend the idea hadn’t crossed his mind for down the road, just as an excuse to visit the nurse again.

But it looks like these monsters had thought of everything.

Feeling defeated, he slid down the wall and sat on the hard floor, drawing his knees up so that they were right against his chest. He reached his arms all the way around the front of them and helped his own hands together.

He let out a big, long breath that felt like he’d been holding onto all day.

He laid his head down on his knees and hoped that sleep would take him back to oblivion soon.

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Sir Whiskerton and the Case of the Missing Moustache – A Tale of Soap Operas, Suspicion, and a Very Confused Scarecrow

Ah, dear reader—prepare yourself for a mystery so melodramatic, so steeped in wax and woe, that even the barn’s dust motes paused mid-air to watch. Today’s case begins not with a quack, a snort, or a yodeling fish—but with a gasping hen, a magnifying glass, and one very important question:

Where did Count Devereaux’s moustache go?

So grab your finest monocle (or paintbrush, if you’re feeling theatrical), and settle in—for this is Sir Whiskerton and the Case of the Missing Moustache.

The Disappearance That Shook the Barnyard

It all began, as many great tragedies do, on a Tuesday afternoon.

Doris the Hen was perched atop the hayloft, transfixed by the weekly broadcast of her beloved soap opera, Fields of Passion. On screen, the dashing—but treacherous—Count Devereaux was delivering his villainous monologue:

“You think love is kind, Isabella? Love is a blade—sharp, cold, and waxed to perfection!”
(He twirled his magnificent moustache with practiced flair.)

Then—static.

The screen flickered. The Count blinked. His upper lip—bare.

“…And waxed to…”
(Pause. Gasp.)
“…perfection?” (He touched his lip in horror.)

Doris let out a shriek that startled three roosters and caused Lillian to faint mid-flight.

“IT’S GONE! THE MOUSTACHE IS GONE! THE COUNT HAS BEEN… CURSED!”

Within minutes, the entire farm had convened in the yard: Harriet clutching a clipboard, Lillian revived with a feather-duster fan, and Sir Whiskerton—already halfway up the barn roof, hoping to avoid what he knew was coming.

“Whiskerton!” Doris commanded, thrusting a hay-strand under his nose. “This came from the set. It reeks of betrayal… and beeswax. There’s a thief among us.”

Sir Whiskerton sighed, adjusting his monocle.

“Doris. It’s a prop. On television. In a fictional melodrama about turnip heiresses and forbidden kale.”
“Prop! Prop!” echoed Ditto, who had been hiding in a feed sack out of sheer investigative instinct.

But Doris would not be swayed.

“Fiction is just truth… with eyeliner.”

And so—Operation Moustache Recovery began.

The Investigation: Clues, Chaos, and One Very Suspicious Pig

What followed was a whirlwind of deductive overreach:

Doris combed the haystacks with a jeweler’s loupe, muttering about “wax residue” and “motives involving inheritance and poorly aged cheese.”
Harriet interrogated Gnomeo the Wandering Gnome:

“Did you see any suspicious facial hair? Any unattended curling irons? Any duels at dawn?”
Gnomeo blinked. “I saw a butterfly. Does that count as ‘suspicious’?”
Harriet scribbled: “Witness unreliable. Also, glitter on left eyebrow.”
Lillian, now recovered, staged a reenactment using a corn cob and a piece of twine, weeping so hard she got hay in her eyes.
And Porkchop?
He sat by the mud puddle, quietly stroking a well-worn paintbrush taped to his snout, chuckling to himself.

“Ahem,” he announced, suddenly adopting a French accent. “Zis? Zees ees not a moustache—zeez ees… le artistic statement.”
“Statement! Statement!” echoed Ditto, now fully committed.

Doris gasped.

“A French pig?! The plot thickens!”

The Climax: Accusations, Alibis, and a Scarecrow’s Day in Court

Convinced the conspiracy went higher, Doris turned her gaze to the Farmer’s Scarecrow—standing sentinel in the cornfield, arms outstretched, straw peeking from his sleeves.

“HE’S TOO CALM!” she cried. “No one stands that still unless they’re hiding something! Arrest him!”

Before Sir Whiskerton could intervene, Harriet and Lillian had already “secured” the scarecrow with baling twine and placed him before a tribunal of hay bales.

Doris (as Prosecutor):
“You had opportunity. You had motive—to rise above your agrarian station. And you had… straw in your sleeves.”
(She flung a single straw onto the “evidence” table.)

The scarecrow remained silent—though a gentle creak in the breeze sounded suspiciously like:

“…objection… your honor…”

Just as Doris prepared to sentence him to “eternal corn duty,” the Farmer walked by, eating an apple.

Farmer (mildly):
“Oh, Count Devereaux? Yeah—he shaved. Got cast as a monk in the new series. ‘Fields of Devotion.’ Starts next week.”

Silence.

Doris blinked.

“A… monk?”
“Monk!” echoed Ditto.
“Monk…” whispered Lillian, already composing a eulogy for “The Wax That Was.”

Porkchop removed the paintbrush.

“So… my ‘Le Moustache Magnifique’ is… unlicensed?”
“Unlicensed! Unlicensed!”

The Moral of the Story

That evening, as the farm settled beneath a lavender-hued sunset, Sir Whiskerton addressed the hens—who sat in a row, still processing the existential shock.

“The moral of the story, dear reader, is this:
Don’t let fiction blind you to the very boring truth.
Sometimes, the grandest conspiracies vanish not with a duel, but with a razor. Not with a curse, but with a casting call.
And sometimes… the real villain is not a moustache thief—but the gap between what we imagine… and what simply is.”

Doris nodded solemnly—then brightened.

“Ooh! A monk? Does he get a vow of silence? That’s dramatic!”
“Dramatic! Oh, I can’t bear it!” Lillian shrieked, fainting one last time.

As for Porkchop?
He donated the paintbrush to Bartholomew the Piñata, who now uses it to “curate” his candy distribution with flair.

And Sir Whiskerton?
He returned to his sunbeam—content in the knowledge that, once again, chaos had been averted…

…mostly.

Until next time, may your mysteries be solvable, your melodrama just unjustified, and your moustaches—real or imagined—always impeccably waxed.

Jingle on. 🐾✨

The End.

Why do you think Las Vegas is struggling so much right now?

It’s multi-faceted.

First of all, right up until the 1990s, the business strategy for most Vegas tourism was to deliver a certain kind of extravagance, for value. The “certain kind of extravagance” wasn’t refined or high-end. It was more blue-collar-ish. Sure, most of the casinos did have a high end restaurant, but they also had much more accessible offerings. In fact, pretty much every casino had pretty much the same copy of the same restaurant. The menu just covered the basics: some sandiwches, some burgers, 24-hour breakfast, and if you’re really feeling fancy, a cheap steak. But the main restaurant at any casino was its buffet.

The buffet was kind of symbolic of the overall Vegas experience, in my mind. The buffet was usually pretty inexpensive, and featured heaps upon heaps of decent but not noteworthy food. But any buffet in the early 1990s was usually serving at full capacity for most of its operating hours. People lined up, filled their plates to excess, and left happy for $10.99.

Less symbolicly, gambling was the name of the game, and pretty much everything else was in the name of gambling. Buffets, pools, shows, retail shops… those all existed ultimately to get people gambling and keep them gambling.

But in 1987, the US Supreme Court decided California v. Cabazon Band of Mission Indians, which affirmed the legality of casinos on Indian reservations. In response, Congress enacted the Indian Gaming Regulatory Act, which regulated the newfound gaming industry on Indian reservations. But the end result from the perspective of Vegas was that there was now more competition. By the early 1990s, there were plenty of other places to just gamble.

So the casinos realized they needed more. More than just some roulette tables and a cheap meal to lure folks to town. So they deployed gimmicks.

Every casino had a theme. Treasure Island had pirates. MGM leveraged their cinema IP. The Luxor harkened back to ancient Egypt, and you got to stay in a pyramid. This one was Paris themed, that one had medieval knights, and the other one sought to capture the magic of New York City. Oh, and stick a rollercoaster on top, why not.

To be sure, although my use of the word “gimmick” is a little dismissive, perhaps the important point is that it worked. In 1993, sure, maybe you could gamble just a short trip from your house. But you couldn’t also keep the kids happy dumping them down to watch a jousting tournament, or keep the missus happy enjoying a day at the spa or browsing through fancy shops.

Separately, whether this happened organically or whether it was the result of intentional marketing from the Vegas tourism industry, but the taboo of Vegas as the center of the debauchery universe faded a little. Don’t get me wrong, everyone since prehistoric times understood that Vegas was an adult playground. But Vegas didn’t really feature that angle in its marketing.

So all bases were covered. You had casinos that catered to families, offering suitably whimsical themes, and you had casinos (sometimes even the same casino) catering to the young crowd with nightclubs and adults-only pool parties.

Gradually, casinos moved away from gimmicks and moved towards actually being “classy.” Or maybe said another way, classiness became the next gimmick.

The Bellagio (opened 1998) was probably the high-water mark in this direction. It had real art. It didn’t have a slide or a diving board at the pool. It didn’t have a cheap-ass restaurant that served the same menu as everywhere else. And it was phenomenally successful.

If the 1980s and early 1990s were characterized by the proliferation of different gimmicks, post-Bellagio Vegas signified that “class” was the winning gimmick, and competition focused just in that space. By 2000, if you didn’t have at least one celebrity chef with a restaurant at your place, you were second-tier. Pools — Or, ahem, the “pool experience” — became more and more over-the-top exclusive. Every showroom needed real talent. Retail shops weren’t filled with no-name brands; it was top tier stuff. It ramped up and up.

And it was going well for a while. Vegas successfully cultivated this idea that it was a destination unto itself. Even if you could find all the pieces in other places — gambling at the nearest Indian reservation; dining, entertainment, and debauchery in any major American city — there was no place that weaved these elements together the way Vegas did.

Sure, some of the old-timers probably had enough. They dissapeared from Vegas like the $2 steak and eggs they loved so much. But each one of those were replaced by two 20-somethings with more money than sense, a YOLO attitude, and a zillion Insta followers to flex for.

The cost of Vegas vanquishing its lesser, provincial competition was that the scale of things went up. Instead of a small corner of the casino with a bar, a few tables, and a lounge singer, now you had an over-the-top nightclub. Instead of an intimate showroom, you had a full-blown concert venue. And for some god-damned reason there’s a rollercoaster on the roof. Everything was bigger, better, and MOAR.

As prices go up, demand will eventually equalize with supply. And juuuust about the time that started to happen… COVID hit.

I can’t stress how disasterous and strange COVID was in Las Vegas:

(never before seen)

The casinos actually closed for nearly 3 months. By way of context, the closest thing that had ever happened prior to that was in the wake of JFK’s assassination, when most casinos closed for a few hours during his funeral. And when they re-opened, it was at something like 20% capacity for a while.

But the business isn’t built for that. The scale was pumped up too much, and casinos have massive overhead. They can’t just shut off for long (let alone 3 months) without some serious financial consequences.

Vegas is experiencing those consequences now. The recent appearances of fees where there were previously none (e.g., parking), and the increase of previously-existing fees are part of those consequences.

Meanwhile, there are macroeconomic considerations. Avoidable or not, right or wrong, fewer people have the kind of disposable income to blow on Las Vegas style extravagance. And even for those who have the money, I think COVID kind of recallibrated a lot of folks into living a simpler lifestyle. Spend six months working on your sourdough bread, and sure… maybe you run back to Vegas at the first opportunity. But also maybe that kind of experience doesn’t really do it for you any more.

This all adds up to where we are: the casino industry, choking for more revenue, is squeezing its customers as hard as they can. Meanwhile, the customer base grows less tolerant of that squeezing, and a greater and greater proportion of them realize that the experience is overpriced.

EDIT: A lot of folks have mentioned in the comments the decline in international tourism in the wake of the Trump administration’s immigration and/or trade policies. I don’t have a sense of how significant that is, and for sure it doesn’t help, but I don’t think it’s a contributing factor of how Vegas is today. It will certainly be a contributing factor in how Vegas is tomorrow — and it’s not going to help.

But the decline of Vegas was a long time coming. The business practices of the 1990s and early 2000s set up the dominoes. COVID knocked the first one down, and they’re still falling. They’d be falling with or without the Trump administration backlash.

To be sure, it’s currently December 2025. The longer this backlash persists, the more it becomes part of Las Vegas’s epitaph. But it’s not too responsible for the decline Las Vegas has already experienced, in my estimation. The things people complain about — higher and higher prices, more and more mystery fees where none previously existed, less and less value delivered for the price, and the loss of any kind of “soul” that might have existed in the past — were going on before the Trump backlash began.

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Why do people still happen to live a long life despite never exercising?

I had a Math professor who was a very fit man. He didn’t smoke, drank only very moderately and moved like Jagger all the way.

In fact, he was somewhat of a health freak: he was a full-blown vegetarian since forever, had a black belt in Karate, was an early-to-bed-and-early-to-rise kind of guy, and was overal just very lean and energetic. Until the almost fatal heart attack, that is.

And it totally ruined his life, since he couldn’t understand why he had to be the one who was almost caught by a widow maker, while all the unhealthy blobby people got away with it.

He never was the same again. His life became governed by stress (the thing could happen any moment of the day, and night), he stopped doing Karate (the thing could pop up again whenever his heart was strained), and stopped drinking wine altogether (which stressed him even more).

It made him a bitter man in no time, and his every frustration was taken hostage by political conspiracy theories and what have you. As if the fear had transformed him into this creature that was angry at the world, while hiding under a stone.

And then there was my paternal grandfather.

He was imprisoned for the last two years of WWII in a German concentration camp, and when he finally escaped, one of his lungs had shrunk to the size of a grape.

In the 1960s, he almost died in a car accident and the doctors conjectured that he might not walk again — or talk. But somehow he found a way to be back, although his sons (including my father) claimed that he never was the same again. Did I mention the kidney damage, and the eye that was lost in the accident ? (I did now.)

Next, he almost died in the hospital after a bowel obstruction had put him in a coma for weeks. He was in his mid 70s by then, and once again he became even more different. But he didn’t die.

And when he was finally ready to be reaped about 15 years later, it turned out that his body was even more of a wreck than we thought we knew. And the one lung was cancerous, by the way, and no matter how big the dose of morphine was the doctors administered, he kept fighting and shouting in his coma as if his life depended on it — even when all life was already gone 🙄

And yes, I’m very sure that moderate exercise is important. But it won’t prevent your bad genes from clogging your arteries. And it won’t turn you into a lion —

If you were born a pollywog.

The Walls Are Closing In

What are the implications of America trying to “decouple” from foreign suppliers on its own economy?

It makes American businesses less competitive. In the longer term (a few years) it will show up as a reduction in the standard of living of the average American. It will make it harder for the US government to fund the on-going deficits.

If taken to the extreme, it will result in shortages of many commonly used products.

The USA can stand alone. However it will severely restrict access to high tech products and will eventually return the US to a second or third world status.

US influence on world events is already starting to decline and will continue to decline until the US chooses a different path.

DEAD IN SPRING

Written in response to: “Center your story around someone who yearns for something they lost, or never had.“

Adelie O. Condra

Fiction Science Fiction

This story contains sensitive content

TRIGGER WARNING: death/dead bodyA crown of beaded perspiration glosses my turquoise curls, syruping flyaways to my ears. You have a crown of your own, one of tulips and tiger lilies and daisies knotted at the stem. Your lips, blue and flaking from a long winter, lay open. I place a calla lily snipped off Mom’s grave onto your tongue–Mom has enough bouquets to bathe in, she won’t miss this one.“The snow pile is melting, Julius. You remember? The one in Walmart’s parking lot.” You don’t answer, petals blooming from your throat. Above us, in the nature quiet of these woods, small leaves filter clouded sunrays over your skin through web-like crevices.A small breeze dances through the bark, turning my earth science textbook from photosynthesis to meteoroids, and my human anatomy one from the respiratory system to leg bones.“Julius, does the wind know the answers for the upcoming exam? You don’t have to take it, but I do, so could you ask? For me?” I slide my adorned denim jacket down my shoulders, letting it graze the damp grass, and lift your soil-stained fingers against my collarbone, pressing your thumb into the rounded indents. Can you feel my warmth?

“My ears are rounding out. See?” I lift your fingers to caress my lobe. “You are missing so much Julius! Spring is here! The snow is melting at Walmart! Herbaceous plants are blooming! My ears are rounding out so I won’t look like an elf like you’re always saying!” Like you always said.

You’re crying inside, but I want to see your tears, your pity. You should pity my loneliness. It is your fault. You don’t know about this moving-on-without-Julius world. You haven’t seen the freckles on this April’s face—signs of foliage dotting the earth in small specks. You haven’t seen the oven Dad installed to make better snickerdoodle snaps, or our caterpillar finally in its cocoon, or the traffic lights they’re installing after your Dodge Challenger crashed into it.

It will be okay. I will show you, Julius.

Your knees are lost beneath oxheart seeds—you used to soak your tomatoes in salt, never bothering to wipe the juice off your chin. Your arms hide in a rose bush. People see corpses as more than lawn decoration, and certainly more than a process of grieving.

I pull you across flowered weeds by your clementine Converses—the same ones I gifted to you on Galentine’s Day three years ago. I examine your star-posed body that, from afar, might look like a boy admiring spring and sunbeams.

One leg, wrapped in tethered cotton, bends awkwardly outward, and a vine of dried-fruit scars has dripped dry from your manubrium to ribs. I remember the cigarette rotating between your pink knuckles, and your smirk as you looked at me instead of the road. Maybe if my ears weren’t so sharp you would’ve looked ahead, eyes stuck on the asphalt, and you never would have crashed, and you never would have died.

“Eleanor!” you yell from the open kitchen window across the back lawn, alive. “Bring my body over here so I can get a real good look at it.” 137 pounds is heavy for 114 of thin freckled skin with zero muscle. The grass flattens beneath your weight, and I hope the chuckled chatter across the picket fence doesn’t look over and call the police.

“Where should I put you?” I ask, but realize when I turn my head that no one is there, and you are in my hands, dead—not breathing in sour paint toxins drying on the walls of our new-oven kitchen. Dad chose a cherry red despite my attempts to make him leave the room alone. It looks nothing like it did when Mom was in it.

“We have better things to see,” I assure you because my brain is developing dementia for identifying death, and the part that knows you can’t hear me doesn’t care. To hell with the world. To hell with the world! that’s what you would say.

It takes two minutes for the muscles in my arm—ones with names I don’t yet know because they’re on chapter eight—ache from exertion, and it takes two minutes to drag you to our baby blue shed, and another two minutes for me to pull the wheelbarrow out, and many, many minutes for me to comfortably place you in its metal bowl.

My head is heavy, feeling the full weight of my brain, so sensitive each jewel of sweat is like a small thorn on my forehead. My heart is hollow, missing the full weight of emotions I should have but was born without. Maybe if I did produce some chemical sensation of sentiment I would find something wrong with keeping a dead friend so close, numbed inside over two deaths in one month, and I could cry with everyone else and my heart would scar with memories of March, and I could mourn with the masses as the scar opens and bleeds every year. But I can’t. My body is missing the vein that pumps joy, despair, and rage.

It will be okay. I can just watch the world cry.

Siamese houses line each street, raised on mini tufts of emerald grass, with lilac hedges guarding each peach wood fence. The children throw broccoli and pebbles over onto the street because boredom has made them this way. Parents—like mine—with priorities, and worlds rotating, but not revolving around their children. An effervescent marble rolls by my pastel toes, reminding me of the Milky Way lumping my bra. I toss the orb towards a boy. It lands in a bush at the base of the fence, out of reach from anyone but the mailman.

“Julius, how come you never taught me how to throw?” I imagine your side-eyed smirk: the one saved only for me, that tickled my heart with something not quite love, but almost. You were the only one.

“It will be okay, I forgive you.” Forgiveness must feel like an itch while you’re sleeping, and you want to scratch, scratch, scratch, but your limbs are drowsed numb so you don’t. Then you can’t fall asleep, so you scratch, scratch, scratch, and wonder why you didn’t scratch sooner. Maybe forgiveness feels nothing like that, but how would I know? All I know is Mark Gulligan thinks forgiveness is an itch and will tell you at any one of his seminars.

A convenient store is never much to look at—I’ve seen two others besides Blueman’s Stop. Julius, you used to think there was something cool about the crumpled love notes littered beside empty packs of cigarettes on the entry sidewalk and the smell of detergent fish swimming through the air. I guess for some reason you admire the chipped lapis logo boxed over the store: a testament of time, overcoming, by some miracle, a for-sale sign.

The oxidized wheels of the wheelbarrow screech beside the propane tank holder. The glass door vents chilled convenience air, fusing with Old Blue’s cigarette fumes.

“Little lady back. Guessie… bin nursin’ this her can fer ther whole days.” He smiles with a single, dirtied tooth, then spits into his can, stares down the hole, and chokes it back down his throat. You would have laughed and mom would’ve warned me of drug abuse, snarked an insult, and yanked my collar out the store. I stare. And watch.

“I need dill pickle chips.” Old Blue makes duck lips, eyes bulging.

“Been nursin’ them aswell? Yup, yup.” I stare. Staring bores him so he bites the skin of his fingers, a habit he gave to me years ago. The chips fill half an air-blown bag on the nearest aisle beside galloned water and Kit Kats. His credit card machine glitches to life and dies again, so I pull a dollar and the Milky Way from my bra and leave them on his counter.

Spring humidity sticks to my skin, perspiration pearls gathering behind my elf ears. A vulture and crow, somehow peacefully consider how to handle the body beneath a ghost cloth, but they run from my empty threats and dancing hands shooing them away.

“Are you okay Julius?” You say nothing. You always hated birds. Scared of them, but you never admitted it. Oh, how you would flee from our backyard pelicans. Cursing and complaining how they belonged in a prairie lagoon, not my freshly cut lawn. “There aren’t worms here you damn birds!” you’d say. Over and over, but replacing ‘damn’ with something worse each time.

The memory parts my mouth. A smile that brings no joy, but shows my white teeth and raw gums brushed too hard for too long. I remember the weird sensation of laughter. You were the only person who made my heart beat out of rhythm, who brought feelings inside my emotionless void of blood and organs and bones.

“You always did hate those damn birds,” I say, wanting to repeat the words endlessly to see if I can remember each time you said it. But then it works. And I think of you, so I think of your Dodge Challenger, so I think of your barely breathing body suspended in crushed metal, and then I cry. Or I feel like I’m crying. The sky sees my thoughts and makes tears of rain pour from the clouds, landing on my cheek, so I can pretend, for a moment, I am sad.

Water pats down the sheet into an outline of you, seeping through the washing machine holes to pool inside the wheelbarrow. It always rains when I should be sad. A forever favor from the sky to cry when I cannot.

It’s covered now, but I remember your hair when it was wet: stems over your eyes. And you’d never push your hair aside, not until they air-dried into curls. I think you left them there because it made me laugh— a sound I only made with you. My brain aches like my heart should, making you in my mind, so I slide my mother’s sheet off your corpse and let it soak on the street. Three thick strands of hair leak over your eyes. I force my lips to spread; I want to smile so bad! With peeled skin thumbs I press the corners of your lips into a grin; nothing as sly as you used to make, and surely not enough to satisfy me, but I’m glad you’re smiling.

The smile doesn’t last. It wilts back into a dead, pale stare. You’re only frowning because we’ve reached the cemetery gates: where you should’ve been a month ago, and you hate being late. Mom is here, too, stuffed with soil and cherry-topped with a stone. I could never trap you, Julius. I promise I won’t.

There’s no blood left—I saw each drop stain the intersection asphalt—but still, you are heavy with useless fluids and useless organs and worthless veins. But that doesn’t make you worthless. I know.

Your Converses sink lines into the mud as I pull you from the barrel. You rest against my mother’s engraved name, while I sit and make a mental photograph of my two favorite people, dead or not. I don’t smile. Or cry. Or feel anything but empty. Your only mourner cannot shed tears. A daisy; small, colorless, and emotionless, soaking in passionless grief as sirens bleed through the occupied-parents-with-lonely-kids street. Closer and louder and closer.

People run when they see police. I see it all the time. So I pet a curl behind your ear, and skip from grave to grave, searching for the wind. I’ll need a new friend, and you always came home crying after your runs. “The wind,” you’d say. “It makes my eyes water.”

So I suppose I’ll see what sadness the wind can tell me. Maybe he’ll lift me away like the robins in my yard, away from the tipped-off police and too-busy-for-children town.

I miss you, Julius.

It’s been minutes, I know, but I miss you already.

Bhindi Dopeaza

Ingredients

1 pound okra
2 medium onions, chopped
1/4 teaspoon garlic paste or powder
1/4 teaspoon coriander paste or powder
1/8 teaspoon cumin
3 large tomatoes
2 tablespoons oil
1/2 cup chopped cilantro

Instructions

Cut the tip and the very bottom from the okra just to clean it, but do not slice.
Heat oil in a pan over medium heat.
Add onion and cook for 3 minutes.
Add all ingredients except okra, tomato and cilantro. Cook for 3 minutes.
Add okra, then cook for 6 to 8 minutes.
Garnish with tomato and cilantro.
Serve with rice, naan or pita bread.

What should every foreigner know about your country in terms of food, tourist destinations, demography, best time to visit, and USP of your country?

Sweden.

We don’t have polar bears.
(Norway actually do, since they own the islands of Svalbard further north.)

Yes, the girls really are as hot as the myth claims.
And yes, they are also very sexually liberal and enjoy their sexuality as liberated women. However, that also mean you either have to be OK with your girl having had as many previous partners as you have, or, well, stay single and whiny.

For a point that will be made further down in the text, think a few random thoughts about these Swedish girls:

“PEOPLE THINK THAT JUST BECAUSE I’M A SWEDISH GIRL I’M HOT
– I AM”

(Picture edited to suit Quoras image policy. (No Memes))

You will never find a Swedish person who is not fluent in English.
(We would never, ever dub anything.) In fact, it is much easier to find someone who speak three languages or more than to find anyone who only speaks one.

Sweden and Switzerland are not only not the same, but compare:

Assuming you thought dirty thoughts about those girls in the above picture I should inform you that only two of them would be legal to have sex with in for example most states in America. Bummer. Or as one might also say it:

“WELCOME TO SWEDEN
Where Doing Fifteen Year Old Girls Is Not
Only Legal, It Is The National Sport.”
(Picture edited to suit Quoras image policy. (No Memes))

Sweden is an amazingly elongated.
From top to bottom it is 1 572 km, (~977 miles) but only around 400 km (~248 miles) across at the widest point. If you were to flip it round, and lay it out over Europe, a lot of people would die.

Sweden has seasons.
You know, Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter.
You have probably heard of them. They all look different, with flowers and chirping birds in spring, sunbathing and frolicking in the summer, rain and wind in the autumn and snow in the winter and all that. Since Sweden is so amazingly elongated things differ from the North to the South. Here are two months that show both the difference between a Winter month and a Summer month, but also the difference between North and South. Since these are average numbers of course it gets colder / warmer at peak lows and peak highs.

North and South Sweden are different worlds.
(Think North and South Korea.)
For example:
In the South people talk all the time and are very open.
In the North people do not talk.
The more north you go, the truer that statement becomes.

Most people from the South feel that the edge to ‘the North’ goes roughly where that beige/blue line goes on the January picture. Few from the South have been further up than Stockholm/Uppsala (on that border), while more or less everyone from up North go South every now and then.

And as closure:
Sweden is not famous for clocks, chocolate and tulips.
That is Switzerland or Holland.
We are the guys with the Vikings, girls, mighty forests and the Nobel prize.

The smaller island to the right there is called Öland.
That literally means island-land.
The larger island to the right there is called Gotland.
Yes, goth-land…

Here is a nice link for comparing countries in a nice graphic way:
If It Were My Home .com
(Income, employment chance, likeliness of HIV/Aids, number of children, etc.)

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