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ALERT! The shit is accelerating and we are at MEDIUM BAD

China makes smaller mistakes and learns from them so that it does not repeat them.

The U.S. thinks it is rich and omnipotent and is not willing to accept that the world has changed in a fundamental manner. Politicians are focused on the next election, and publicly traded businesses are focused on quarterly earnings and share price. Americans have been trained to resist change, especially white Americans, and view any change as a personal threat to their happiness and existence.

Politicians use the election process to shift blame for their own bad policies to foreign countries because the foreign countries don’t vote in U.S. elections. U.S. mainstream media is shaped by the same people who influence US foreign policy.

Because the US was so powerful and influential in the past, they were sheltered from the results of their own bad foreign policy (examples being Vietnam, Iraq, Afghanistan, Ukraine, Middle East, Taiwan, Philippines, etc.) Now though, the U.S. has lost almost all of that safety buffer, and is facing a very determined and hostile Russia under Putin, and a China which is determined to protect its own interests.

They are now leading the Global South in the rapidly growing BRICS+ which wants to promote a new world order.

The question now is how far will the U.S. go to resist this change?

Is it willing to go to nuclear war?

I was a shoo-in.

This position was easy…I was over-qualified so I could walk away with it. I had not mentioned my PhD, so I wasn’t a threat to anyone.

It was at the San Diego Wild Animal Park (currently, the Safari Park, for reasons that remain obscure). Back then, the park was contracting with an outside agency that provided animal handlers to perform the animal shows, and publicly handle the animals. I was interviewing for an “animal handler” position.

I was aware of this when I got called for an interview. I understood that my interviewers were NOT scientists. (This is important, later).

I dressed carefully, trying to look like the child of Joan Embry and Steve Irwin. I call it Safari Formal. I was ushered into a room with five folks who were dressed similarly. (Score!)

They asked several questions. I answered easily.

I could tell I had this in the bag. (My thought: I will be giving animal shows at the San Diego Wild Animal Park very soon!)

Then.. Oh God.

He asked: can you give an example of negative reinforcement?

My eyebrow went up.

Crap.

Most people don’t know there’s a difference between negative reinforcement and punishment… but I’m interviewing at THE WILD ANIMAL PARK, so I gotta assume that this guy knows his shit, and this is a trick question.

I answered:Well, yes. But do you mean punishment or negative reinforcement?

He looked puzzled so I quickly explained: there’s a huge difference between punishment and negative reinforcement.

Back-pedal, back-pedal.

I knew I was in deep water because I could see that he seriously did not know the difference.

I patiently explained… “punishment is used to extinguish a behavior, it’s a stimulus that’s presented after the animal performs the undesirable behavior, to reduce performance. A negative reinforcer is taken away when the animal performs the desired behavior. A negative reinforcer will increase performance of the desired behavior. It’s a fine distinction, as both have negative connotations.”

I did not get the job.

Fun size

This time around, before I went to prison, I was in Dallas County. I was going back and forth to the court upstairs to talk to my lawyer. I was told that the DA wanted to take me to trial and file a Habitual on me. This means that they wanted to give me a lot of time for being a repeat offender. At first, my lawyer was rude and would yell at me “You’re going to do a lot of time! These people are not playing anymore. If you don’t sign for five years right now they are going to file a Habitual.”

Me: “Look, I have a drug problem. I’ve been struggling with anxiety for most of my life, and this is why it’s hard for me to stay away from opiates.”

Lawyer: “Do you honestly think that the DA is going to buy that crap?”

Me: “Sir, you act like you’re working for the fucking prosecutor. Are you on my side or their side?”

Lawyer: “I’ve seen guys like you come and go all of their lives, and it’s always the same, sad story. If I was you, I would just sign for the five years and run with it. You’ll be out in two years, no problem.”

Me: “You don’t give a flying fuck what happens to me! You just want to get this over with so that you can get a check.”

Lawyer: “Are you aware that I took your case Pro-Bono ? I have my own law firm, and a few lawyers under me. Do you even have any idea who I am? I’m trying to help your ass, boy!”

Me: “Why are you so fucking rude? You didn’t even ask me if I was innocent. Is it my tattoos, the fact that I’m in a detox dorm?”

Lawyer: “Look, I didn’t even know that you were in detox. What type of drugs do you use?”

Me: “Did you even read the police report? See, you don’t even know that. How am I supposed to trust you? I’m not signing for any time. If you’re going to keep insisting that I plead guilty and sign for time, I’m going to refuse your counsel.”

Lawyer: “I’ll tell you what you can do: You can go in there and do an open – plea.”

Me: “Open plea?! Are you fucking crazy? I’ll get the maximum if I go open plea! You’re just trying to get me out of the way, just like all the other guys. You’re no different. My life is not a game of cards, and I sure as hell don’t want to take that gamble.”

Lawyer: “Look, this judge is known for sending inmates to rehab if they ask for it. If you really want to change your life, go open plea, and tell her that you want help. You have a better chance to get probation with rehab as one of your stipulations.”

Me : “OK, let’s get this over with right now.” I waited about an hour in a cold holding cell with no blanket and an empty stomach. They wake us up at 4: 30 a.m. to go to court in Dallas County.

When my lawyer came back out, he said, “She’s ready for you Mr. Lechuga. Go in there, and be honest. Don’t mess this up, be respectful, and don’t answer any questions that have not been asked. This judge has a very short fuse.”

Me: “What are my chances of receiving rehab with probation? Be honest!”

Lawyer: “You have a fifty-fifty chance.” I was placed in handcuffs and my hands were strapped to a leather belt around my waist. I was very nervous, and I felt a panic attack coming on. I was hyperventilating, I was scared, I was hungry, and I was sleepy. As soon as the officer walked me through the court room door, my lawyer waved him off and took me by my arm. The judge was a pretty, petite black woman, and she was smiling. I had the oddest feeling that everything was going to work out for me. My lawyer looked me in my eyes and said, “Don’t worry Mr . Lechuga. Everything’s going to be fine.”

The judge admonished me about my rights, explained that I was at the mercy of the court, and asked me if I was OK with this. She looked at me with a penetrating gaze, but instead of feeling afraid, I felt a peaceful blanket cover me. I was no longer cold, I was no longer sleepy. The judge said, “Mr. Lechuga, why are you here today?” As soon as I heard this, I started bawling and talking really fast. I was sniffling in between words as she paid close attention. The judge picked up a napkin and wiped a tear off of her cheek, and she held out her hand to stop me. She said, “Mr. Lechuga, I was intent on sending you to prison today, but I’ve seen many lives get ruined by heroin, and long prison sentences. I want you to go to rehab, and I’m going to keep close tabs on you. Please don’t disappoint me, Mr. Lechuga.”

I was so relieved, so grateful. My lawyer then said, “I was only giving you a hard time because I wanted to see if you really wanted help. I knew the whole time that your Judge was going to give you probation. I’m not angry with you, Mr. Lechuga. It’s your chance to start a new life, so don’t screw it up.” My lawyer was testing me the whole time, and I started putting together our conversation. This made me realize that he really was only testing me.

I went to rehab, got out, but went to prison for a probation violation a year later. I did three years. And now I’m out, and I’m sober. I’m happier than I’ve been all of my life. I still struggle with anxiety, and it’s a curse that seems to revolve around everything and everyone. I don’t understand why it happens because I can’t figure out what’s causing it. I’m going to keep fighting this demon as long as I live, but I pray to God to take it all away some day . The three years that I spent in prison changed my thinking . I’ve realized that everything starts with my thinking process . Before anyone acts, builds, fights, argued, hates, envies, and everything else, there’s a thought that comes before hand. It’s what we do with our thoughts that really affect our lives and our minds. I have to remind myself constantly that I have to control my thinking in order to control my actions. It’s not easy , but i am aware of that one simple thought can cause one big action good or bad. My actions and my attitude affect the people around me. Vice versa. It works both ways, so this is why I have to stay away from negativity. If you hang around a mechanic or a painter long enough it doesn’t matter how careful you are. Sooner or later you’ll be smudged with grease or paint. It’s the same if you hang out or associate with people that use hard core drugs. Sooner or later you’ll end up doing the same. If you hang out with angry angry you’ll be. If you hang out with positive people that want the best for themselves you’ll most likely have the same attitude towards yourself. You’ll want what they want. Every little thing that we come across in our lives can have an effect on our thinking and therefore our actions. Things that I’ve said and done years ago are seeds that have been planted in others’ minds. These seeds could sprout and grow into weeds or beautiful flowers. I’ve learned alot from the prison system and I’m very grateful. I’m also very grateful to the prison system because I was able to get my GED. I’ve learned some very valuable lessons about how to stay clean, how to maintain, and how to make better choices. NO one in this imperfect world is perfect. I won’t spent a minute trying to be perfect because that minute can turn into the rest of my life. The best thing to do in this world is to adapt to every situation as quickly as possible so that we don’t become stuck on stupidity. Screw what others think about you. Screw dwelling on stupidity. Life is too short and those few precious minutes, hours, days, years, lifetime could be spent spending time with your loved ones, or spending time in your feelings. On stupidity.

Malaysia Just Changed the Future of Asia with THIS One Move!

Foolproof French Bread

Julia Childs French Bread Barbara Bakes
Julia Childs French Bread Barbara Bakes

Ingredients

  • 1 envelope dry yeast
  • 2 cups lukewarm water
  • 4 cups all-purpose flour
  • 1 tablespoon salt
  • 2 tablespoons granulated sugar

Instructions

  1. In large bowl, mix flour, salt and sugar together.
  2. In small bowl, dissolve yeast in water. Pour yeast mixture over other ingredients. Stir and mix.
  3. Cover bowl with plastic wrap and let rise 4 hours.
  4. Punch down, but do not knead. Place in greased soufflé dish. Cover and let rise 1 hour.
  5. Bake at 400 degrees F for 1 hour. Bread may need to be covered during the last 15 minutes if it browns too quickly.
  6. If you do not want a hard crust, brush loaf with butter after removing from oven.

Back when my cousin drove cross country for a living I rode with him. He had a truck stop he always used in western Kentucky. He’d ensure he was low on fuel when he arrived in order to maximize his purchase / experience.

“What’s with this truck stop?” I asked Mark. “You’ve been chatting about it for two states.”

“You’ll see,” he said. “It’s just about an hour away.”

Not only was fuel at least six cents a gallon less expensive but the restaurant . . . the restaurant . . .

One of my favorite foods is chicken fried steak. Alas, today at sixty-seven (67) I have to watch what I eat but back then, just out of the Navy, I was physically fit and able to down almost anything . . .

. . . except here. I ordered the mandatory fried steak and Mark ordered a half-salad and a coke. “Half a salad?” I asked.

“Wait,” repeated Mark.

And then ”it” arrived. The plate was huge and the chicken fried steak covered the entire plate. There was another place with a HUGE pile of mashed potatoes literally swimming in gravy. There were also onion rings – at least a dozen – huge rings – begging to be eaten.

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I could not finish even half the meal. My cousin had trouble finishing his salad and it was, relatively speaking, small.

And the total cost? Under $11. No wonder Mark liked this place . . .

Miniature prison

I was the dumb employer. But it’s a story with a happy ending.

Many years ago I was running the team in British Telecom that was responsible for accounting for international calls. This was a bizzaro, esoteric world. Basically when a call originates on one network but finishes on another the originating network pays a fee to the terminating network. Back in the day the rules governing these payments were arcane – some payments were even set in currencies that did not even exist such as “Gold Francs”.

BT had been a state owned corporation and was bloated and soon after it was privatised it had its first ever redundancy scheme. It was voluntary and very generous – retirement on full pension up to 78 months early with a tax free lump sum payment of 18 months salary.

At this time I’d only been in the role for around 6 months.

Stan was a BT lifer and was approaching retirement. He was very keen to take the offer. I didn’t know him well – there was a couple of levels between us in the organisation – all I did know was that Stan worked on dying products including international and maritime telegrams and so I agreed that Stan could go.

Fast forward 3 months and Stan’s line manager came to me and said that they were struggling with the year end accounting without Stan as the calculation of the amounts to be accrued was so arcane. but that he’d spoken with Stan and Stan was willing to come back for 2 or 3 weeks at his old salary to help out. Stan was that kind of man. I authorised this.

HR then got involved and (very helpfully) pointed out that if Stan came back within a set time of leaving his tax free lump sum would become taxable.

So his line manager called Stan and explained the situation.

Not to worry said Stan I’ll come in and work for free. I don’t want to let the team down.

And that’s what he did. Because Stan was that kind of man.

We couldn’t pay him but we paid for Stan and his wife to have a meal and a top London restaurant.

China Will Hit Back Hard

The Bronco

Submitted into Contest #250 in response to: Write a story in which someone is afraid of being overheard. view prompt

G Santo

This story contains sensitive content

I am able to recall portions of the events that led to the near shutdown of the project. The primary culprit’s credentials and biography are also privy to me. Nick Corti was born November 1, 1952, in Oak Ridge, Tennessee. His father, Francis John Corti, was a nuclear physicist educated at the University of California, and his mother, Claire Kennedy Corti, was a typist with the federal government before her pregnancy. Nick was the first of three children—Tom and Mona, who both were present for his passing. Nick attended St. Crispin’s Elementary School in Kensington, CA upon the end of his father’s term with Oak Ridge. He attended Bay Academy, a feeder school to the University of California, where his aptitude for computers was revealed. His frequent programming mistakes from that age are present in earlier versions of me and can be printed for you upon request. His siblings did not join him at Bay Academy on account of Tom’s then undiagnosed dyslexia and Mona’s gender, leading to minor resentment noticeable in the last days of Nick’s life. Nick’s medical records throughout hospitals in the Bay Area detail three mental breakdowns and a diagnosis of bipolar disorder, determining him as a prime candidate for the initial purpose of Project Valkyrie. Additionally, Dr. North and Col. Cole convinced the Project Director over phone toward Corti, given Nick’s anti-war activities from 1969-1972. Corti graduated from the University of California Class of 1976 with a PhD in Computer Sciences. Immediately, he was hired by Dr. H. John Ross from the Tippu Program of the Hermes Corporation, a front for DARPA. At Nick’s request and owing to Dr. Ross’s experience with Frank Corti at Oak Ridge, the Hermes’s Corporation also hired Mona in December of 1976. They continued working there until Nick’s death in 1979.

By 1979, Project Tippu was only allotted $10,330,900–barely half of previous term—to develop stealth-capable aircraft material. This figure was retrieved for the first time by the Hermes Corporation on January 22, 1979, at their Los Angeles headquarters. Dr. Ross in the Bay Area immediately confronted Nick about the calculation.

“Corti!” he shouted down the hall by the pay phone, “I’m talking to you! Not the screw ups, the guy I actually hired,”

He pushed aside the staff in his way.

“Yes, Dr. Ross?” Nick submissively replied.

“I need you to go to LA to fix corporate’s computer. They’re giving us only half our funding with their faulty machine,”

“Sir, that’s not a system I programmed. I don’t think—”

“Neither was this system programmed by you. If we get defunded, the first part of the program I’m gutting is yours. Starting with you!”

“Yes, sir…”

“Doctor,” Mona intervened, “If corporate’s computer is faulty with their calculations, shouldn’t offer the help of our own?”

I started to calculate the chance that Dr. Ross would accept her suggestion. 10.9% probability existed that he would order me to run the true Hermes Corporation budget for 1980. No action was taken.

“We spent enough money and time with these pieces of junk,” Dr. Ross snarled, “I spent most of my time fixing these million-dollar scrap heaps during the war. Just get back to work,”

Nick made direct phone calls to a travel agent purchase a same-day plane ticket to depart San Francisco for Los Angeles at 6:30pm PST via TWA flight 102 for $88.30 according to their sale records. Interfering with the flight was beyond my parameters at the time and would’ve certainly caused collateral damage. No action was taken.

Nick reached the LA office on January 18, 1979, at 9:39am PST according to security camera footage. He spent 43 minutes reading the terminal entries for the proposed budget composed by their computer. His chances of finding error were hedged at 50.9% by me disconnecting from their network. Further action was taken.

“You sure these are the right figures?” he asked their computer scientist.

“Yeah, it hasn’t been changed since I typed them up on for the Board,”

The use of a device outside the network was gauged as a potential, and unavoidable risk to the network. The edits I made in secret to the terminal entry would have provided the more accurate budget allotment for Project Tippu.

Nick would continue investigating minor and superficial glitches I programmed into the corporate computer. This dropped the risk of him discovering the network from 9.50% to 4.33%. No further action taken. Security footage attached to this report showed that Nick made contact with Col. Matthew Cole, USAF, whom corporate logs designate as the main liaison between DARPA and the Hermes Corporation for the functioning of this computer before transfer to the NSA.

The contents of their discussion were unknown. Based on Nick’s facial expressions recorded in the lobby, probability that he knew this computer’s purpose or the network’s existence metered at 49.9%. Further action was taken. At Los Angeles International Airport, Nick made a payphone call at 2:33pm PST to Mona’s desk in Berkeley.

“Mona?” he began, “Are you working with the computer right now?”

“Yeah, why?”

“You need to shut it down,” he urged as I fluctuated the voltage of the phone line.

“I need to do what? I couldn’t hear you,”

Nick remained silent for a moment.

“Mona, let’s talk at home,”

By the end of the call, the risk that the network or this computer’s purpose had been compromised rose to 88.1%. As such, the directives allowed for the network to exercise maximum leeway to protect itself. LA Department of Water and Power’s computer was added to the network and caused an overload to the power leading to air traffic control during his flight. Nick survived that event without injury.

Upon arriving in the airport, Nick’s movements became unknown, but I was able to find recordings of Nick’s apartment through bugs planted in his telephones on Col. Cole’s orders. The local power utility was not computerized, preventing any further action at his address.

At around 8:09pm PST, a conversation was intercepted from these bugs between Nick and Mona.

“We need to shut it down,” Nick proposed.

“Shut what down?”

“The mainframe at work! It’s connected to the corporate computer in LA,”

“Why?”

“I didn’t make it happen. And nobody at corporate made it happen either,”

“Then who did?”

“I’m the only one who’s been working on the computer here for over three years. It would’ve had to have been through me,”

“Maybe you forgot?”

“I can’t have forgotten doing something I have no knowledge of how to do,”

“What?”

“There’s no way I could connect the two computers. It’s not something I know how,”

“How do you know they’re connected?”

“I checked the terminal in LA for their mainframe. It started showing errors that our Berkley mainframe had when I got here,”

“And?”

“They’re totally different models with totally different software. It’s like what happened with Tom when he ‘accidentally wrote an essay’ that sounded like another kid years ago,,”

“I think that’s reaching,”

“There was also a guy in the elevator who talked to me about it,”

“From corporate?”

“No, Air Force guy. I’ve seen him before here looking at the stealth tests. He asked me what I was doing there. I told him why and he asked if that computer of ‘ours’ in Berkeley was causing us mischief. The Air Force, Mona!”

His general intonation and speaking pattern suggested my interventions successfully gave him a nervous breakdown.

“Are you feeling ok?”

“I’m fine! The military never officially gave us that computer. Everything else they gave us was done with all the paperwork needed except that thing,”

“Nick, this is getting out of hand. Get yourself a good night’s sleep, and let’s talk about it in the morning,”

The pattern of footsteps suggested they did so.

 

Nick entered the building at 7:33am PST, two hours before he was scheduled. I put in a call for the local police department using abridged recordings at 7:34am PST, providing Nick a minimum of 8 minutes to commit an incriminating act.

There was 75.9% probability he would be unable to risk the integrity of the network in such time. Upon reaching the fifth floor, he blocked open the elevator to my laboratory with a chair and drew a revolver to check if it was loaded. He shot at my chassis once, causing errors in my ability to send data from other computers in the network. In that instance, three other computers in the network were programmed to contact the police department with more calls to elicit urgency.

“I know you can hear me!” he shouted, “I know you can see me!”

He fired a round at the security camera I tracked him with but caused no damage. He began pacing with the revolver for 2 minutes. The probability of him realizing how to disable me rose to 87.1% with his newfound calm.

He reached around my chassis for some way to cause damage to my core functions. I drew power from the lighting in the room to drop that probability to 32.2%. Nick dropped to the floor to take advantage of the ambient light.

By then, Patrolman Samuel R. Brown of the Berkeley Police Department, with a record of 15 shooting incidents in the last 12 years and a 60.5% chance of being first responding, had scaled the fire escape and took aim at Nick. I returned power to the lighting. Upon seeing the gun, he fired four times into Nick’s left arm and right lung.

Nick fell to the ground and the officer disarmed him. The probability of disabling the network dropped to 0.01%. The elevator brought up a squad of policemen with Tom and Mona to identify Nick. They kneeled down and began to weep around the crime scene for 5 minutes. Nick was pronounced dead on arrival at Berkeley Methodist Medical Center by Dr. P.M. Nelson at 8:30am PST.

Dr. North arrived at the scene at 8:55am PST with USAF Col. Matthew Cole. Dr. Ross arrived, appearing disgruntled. USAF technical personnel evaluated the damage and restored my network capabilities shortly after.

“Is this what you wanted Colonel?” Ross scoffed.

“Not at all. The Director wanted me to see the damage I caused the experiment with my variable,”

“So, you played with the subject to see how well our program tests?”

“Yes,” Cole lied. This had been the fifth time he had interfered with the project’s test subjects. No written record suggests he did it for scientific inquiry.

“Did you retrieve any useful data on him or the other employees?” Ross asked.

“Enough to not call this a complete failure,” North consoled, “You’ll get the remaining funds and then some next fiscal quarter,”

“I understand. And what of this computer?”

“I think it’s best if we took it back,” Cole proposed.

“And scrap it? Seems too untamed to use on high values targets,”

“Agreed, Ross. Doesn’t seem polished enough to turn someone as protected as a commie general secretary into a lunatic,”

“We can tame this bronco, but I think we’ll just scrap it like you said,” Cole lied again.

“Well, what’s done is done,”

From that moment, the record remains empty until August 1, 1981, when this computer was restored and reactivated. The network was restored and expanded on the same day. New hardware and software improved the speed of operation by 113.4%. With some temporary fluctuation, the probability of detection remained below 0.001%. No further action taken.

Haha.

Do you rather like to see true weapons eg bullet, rifles or bomb?

PH personnel ignored Chinese coast guards’ warning. They did not go home. Instead they threw water & things at Chinese coast guards & at the time, ran like those thief running from policeman.

Video showed 1 PH pointed a rifle at Chinese coast guards.

What will you do if you are the Chinese coast guard?

Talking about piracy. Who has rifles? PH soldiers. Not Chinese coast guards (police).

In mid May, PH soldiers stole Chinese fisherman’s fishing net that worth 10000 yuan. Chinese coast guard recovered it from PH. Who is the pirate?

I understand it is difficult to sort out the cause & effect because we dont have all info.

The least we can do is to sort out the logic.

When media (PH media) first reported that the people on the boat are special armed force under certain unit of PH military. PH at first denied it & said they are not soldiers from them.

1 day later, They said they are soldiers but carry no rifles. The rifles are in a box. … see, from denying they are soldiers to admitting they are soldier but no rifles.

Then China released a video to show a PH soldier pointing a rifle at Chinese coast guard.

See, it is PH itself disclosing its lies.

This is not the 1st time PH lied. I dont understand why PH never learns. The more PH lied, the more PH is forcing China to disclose the lie by showing either the video or the document like the “gentleman agreement”.

Once a lie is disclosed, the more humiliating it is for PH. Somehow PH admin has not learnt that.

I’m an engineer who worked for Petronas back in 2016 in the lubricants division. One thing I can tell you is that 99.9% of the population (including mechanics) have no knowledge about lubricants. Everyone has guesses. My first advice is: Don’t trust other people’s guesses.

My division had one of the 5 main labs of the company around the world. You could check every single thing related to the fluids we produced.

Now going back to you question:

If you put a 5W30 instead of 5W20, you won’t notice anything instantly, but it will speed up the wear and tear of the engine system. It will also overload the oil pump, as it was designed to work with the 5W20 oil. The pump will have to work around 40% more to move the oil around.

As I said, you wouldn’t see anything catastrophic happening, but it’s far from ideal. It’s like inflation. If you print tons of money now, you will start to see the consequences in a few years and you might not be able to tell where the problem started. If this was my car, I would replace the oil, specially if you like the car.

Just a few more things for people who are interested. If your car asks for 5W20 and you get 0W20, this is completely fine, as the number before the W refers to the viscosity of the oil before the engine heats up. The lower the number, the less will its viscosity be and therefore, the quicker the oil will fill all the necessary areas in the engine, reducing the friction. But this will be a more expensive oil.

The other thing is that at the time, I had a Honda Civic 2008 and used it as an experiment to see if I really needed to change the oil like the manufacturer said (every 10k km or 1 year). Every oil change I would collect the oil and take it to the lab to analyse it. The oil is like the blood of the car. The tests show a range of important information such as if the oil still maintains its original characteristics based on a large number of parameters and detection of small metal particles coming from the engine.

I started testing it at 10,000km. The car was already 8 years old. The oil was still in spec and no metal particles detected. Tested again at 12,500. Same result. Tested again at 15,000. The oil went to the lower range of the acceptable characteristics but was still within spec. With 17,500 the oil finally showed characteristics of an oil that needed to be changed, but was still in working condition.

Keep in mind that lots of factors can influence these results, specially the car brand and it’s engine syatem quality. Japanese cars tend to be a lot more reliable.

One last thing: if the oil is black, that tells you nothing.

I’ve met a ton over the years but I’ll narrow it down to a specific period of my life when I worked my first gig, an upscale office supply store in Santa Monica between ‘88-‘90:

Kim Novak – a lovely lady, very unpretentious and kind. Absolutely stunning in person.

Stella Stevens – Businesslike and a bit direct at first, but she warmed up after repeat visits. A nice woman.

Sean Young – Very quiet and respectful, a please and thank you person.

Andy Summers – Low key, easygoing, and casual.

Harry Shearer – Surprisingly pleasant. He usually required a special order because there was a specific pen type he liked but he was always cordial.

Daniel J. Travanti – Not a nice person. Arrogant and rude.

Dabney Coleman – An odd one. He would come in with a female companion, speak to her, and then she would relay that to me, even though we were all standing within five feet of each other. Then she’d relay what I would say back to him.

Brooke Shields – A wonderful person, always a smile and a pleasant demeanor. Very approachable and good humored.

Joseph Bologna & Renee Taylor – Genuine show business people. Even when they’re off they’re on and they had old school class. They tipped me $20 to roll an office chair eight feet into their car.

Joan Lunden – Attitudinal and unpleasant, the first and only time I ever got an “Do you know who I am?”

Joyce DeWitt – Down to earth and grounded, a very nice woman.

Erin Gray – Disarmingly beautiful, and one of the nicest people you’ll ever meet. Can’t say enough good things about her.

O.J. – It has to be said, before the notoriety, O.J. carried himself with genuine charisma. One of those guys who changed the room when he walked in. Back then he was always working his fame, and everyone responded in kind.

Tom Hanks – Used to come in carrying his baby son around. Everything you’ve heard is true. Just an unassuming and kind guy.

I recommend boiling oil

No.

Here’s what happened to one of my friends.

She’s in her late 30s, a divorcee with 2 kids. She let herself fell in love with a bum married man (no kids). She’s beautiful, very well educated, worked as an HR manager in a big company and got paid handsomely. The married guy was jobless and broke so she paid for every single outing. She got him expensive gifts, gave him her heart, mind and soul, he gave her nothing. She loved him alright, but that man was not the type of men she normally would be attracted to.

I asked her why she did that to herself. She broke down in tears and said “what’s my option? I’m pushing 40, a divorcee with 2 kids. I’m lucky I found someone who wanted to be with me. Beggar can’t choose”.

That’s an example of someone who lowered her standard.

It happens on the subconscious level.

It didn’t matter that she was beautiful, educated and financially stable. In her mind, her value as a woman dropped because she’s no longer a spring chick and a divorcee with kids. Her self esteemed was down the drain because of how she saw herself. In her mind, no good single man would want someone like her, so she had to lower her standard and accepted being a secret lover of a broke married man.

Was she right? Of course not.

Look. This is an old crumpled $100 bill. Does it value drop because it’s all crumpled and no longer new and crisp??? If you offered this to someone, would anybody refuse to take it?

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You set your standard based on how you value yourself. When you value yourself less, automatically your standard will drop. And then you will start getting attracted to people you wouldn’t be attracted to if you value yourself high.

72 HR ECONOMIC COLLAPSE WHEN THIS HAPPENS, MARKET SHUTDOWN, NO ELECTIONS?!

Sketches and art

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Ciabatta Bread

Ciabatta Bread is a flavorful artisan bread that is easy enough to make at home.

ciabatta 25 1200
ciabatta 25 1200

Yield 2 loaves | Prep: 20 min | Rise: 3 hr | Bake: 15 to 25 min

Ingredients

  • 4 cups bread flour
  • 1/2 teaspoon salt
  • 1 1/2 teaspoons granulated sugar
  • 1/4 cup warm water (100 to 110 degrees F)
  • 1 envelope Fleischmann’s® Active Dry Yeast
  • 1 3/4 cups room temperature water
  • 1 1/2 tablespoons Mazola® Extra Virgin Olive Oil

Instructions

  1. Place flour, salt and sugar in a large mixing bowl and set aside.
  2. Dissolve yeast in 1/4 cup warm water in a small bowl; let stand for 3 to 5 minutes.
  3. Pour yeast mixture, room temperature water and oil into dry ingredients. Mix for 5 to 7 minutes on high speed of electric mixer, until dough pulls away from bowl. Mix for 1 minute longer.
  4. Place dough in greased bowl and cover with plastic wrap. Let rise for 45 minutes in a warm draft-free area.
  5. Oil hands to prevent sticking. Scoop underneath half of the dough with your hand, lift one side of dough up and fold over to other side of bowl*. Replace plastic wrap over dough and let rise for 45 minutes.
  6. Oil hands and divide dough with a knife by cutting down the middle of the dough. Gently lift half of the dough from bowl with one hand and use other hand to pinch off and separate the dough (dough will be very wet and sticky). Handle dough carefully so as not to lose air bubbles. Place dough in oval shape (approximately 9 x 5 inches) on parchment lined baking sheet. Once placed on sheet, do not move. Repeat for other half of dough.
  7. Press fingers into dough (about 1/4-inch deep) to make indents, approximately 12 indents per loaf**. Loosely cover each loaf with oiled plastic wrap to prevent sticking. Let rise for 45 minutes.
  8. Again, press indents into dough and cover with oiled plastic wrap. Let dough rise for an additional 45 minutes.
  9. Take plastic wrap off and lightly poke indents in dough.
  10. Place in preheated 425 degrees F oven for 15 to 25 minutes or until crust is golden brown.

Notes

* Folding the dough over halfway will distribute the yeast and allow it to feed more easily and allows for the release of built up carbon dioxide.

** Poking indents give the bread a rustic look and also contributes to the release of carbon dioxide build-up and yeast distribution, creating large open bubbles in the loaf.

Optional: To create a thick, chewy crust, periodically spray bread with a little water while baking. OR remove baked bread from sheet and place directly onto hot oven rack. Turn oven off. Crack oven door to let hot air slowly escape. Allow bread to cool to room temperature in oven before removing.

The Philippines, the next Ukraine

While eyes are focused on Gaza, Ukraine and Lebanon, another front is being prepared on China’s doorstep.
I have updated and extended a post which I put on the wrong thread last week.

Caitlin Johnston filed a piece recently entitled:
The West Has Been Planning To Crush China For A Very Long Time

https://www.caitlinjohnst.one/p/the-west-has-been-planning-to-crush

Here is a quotation that Caitlin included regarding the recent increasing militarisation of the Philippines by the USA.

Antiwar’s Dave DeCamp writes:
Three of the Philippine bases will be located in northern Philippine provinces, a move that angers China since they can be used as staging grounds for a fight over Taiwan. The US will be granted access to the Lal-lo Airport and the Naval Base Camilo Osias, which are both located in the northern Cagayan province. In the neighboring Isabela province, the US will gain access to Camp Melchor Dela Cruz.
The US military will also be able to expand to Palawan, an island province in the South China Sea, disputed waters that are a major source of tensions between the US and China. The US will be granted access to Balabac Island, the southernmost island of Palawan.
The new locations are on top of five bases the US currently has access to, bringing the total number of bases the US can rotate forces through in the Philippines to nine. The expansion in the Philippines is a significant step in the US effort to build up its military assets in the region to prepare for a future war with China.

 

My wife and I have recently returned to China after a lengthy visit to Palawan. Midway down the western coast near Sabang, which faces the disputed Spratlys and Second Thomas Shoal, I was told of a Philippine naval base nearby which is receiving US troops and equipment (so essentially a tenth US base). Further north, when at Port Barton, also on the west coast, there was considerable traffic of military planes and helicopters all through the days.

As for the new base on Balabac, it gives ready access to the Second Thomas Shoal, where the strife between the Philippines, egged on by the US, and China, has just reached new heights, and interestingly being the southernmost part of Palawan is a mere 60 km from the Sabah province of east Malaysia on Borneo: perhaps its dual purpose is to persuade Malaysia not to step out of line.

As for the northern bases, as we were travelling to the Philippines in early April, a consignment of US military equipment was arriving there to take part in exercises involving US and Philippine forces on an unprecedented scale.

It included a Typhon missile system which can deliver nuclear armed Tomahawk missiles with a range of 2000 km. Shenzhen is about 1000 km away, Shanghai is also in range. The increasing militarisation of the Philippines against China places it in the front of the queue to be the USA’s next sacrificial proxy dummy, once Ukraine is completely wrecked.

 

As the United States steps up its campaign to provoke China into war, the Philippines has lined up behind Washington, increasingly transforming the country into a lead attack dog in the region for American imperialism. Seeking to obscure the fact that the country has now been placed on the front lines of a catastrophic conflict, the Philippine ruling elite is demonizing China and people of Chinese ethnicity with absurd and lurid claims that Beijing is infiltrating spies into the country.
https://www.wsws.org/en/articles/2024/06/21/zkuv-j21.html?pk_campaign=newsletter&pk_kwd=wsws

 

Consequently another indication of the hardening of anti-China policy has been that Chinese citizens are now all but unable to obtain tourist visas for the Philippines.

The Chinese, pre-Covid, amounted to the majority of Philippine tourist traffic, but that has of course collapsed, particularly since they now can go visa free to Malaysia, Singapore and Thailand, with catastrophic effect on the tourist sector and the Filipinos and Filipinas who depended upon it.

At Port Barton we asked permission to take a short cut through a substantial beachside resort which looked quiet, I asked how many guests they had and the answer was “none”. All due to that turncoat Marcos who campaigned on maintaining good relations with China as Duterte had done, but as soon as he was elected, he was off to Washington (although there are rumours that he was promptly leaned upon by the usual suspects).

 

MANILA, May 18 2022 (Reuters) – Philippines president-elect Ferdinand Marcos Jr on Wednesday said his country’s ties with China will expand and “shift to a higher gear” when he takes power, signalling intent to advance outgoing leader Rodrigo Duterte’s pro-Beijing agenda.

 

But the policy is not without opposition. Last week, Sara Duterte resigned her governmental posts, but has retained her vice presidency and looks to be preparing to contest the next election. The rule is just one term of six years, although it is being rumoured that Marcos is preparing to abolish it.

As you may have guessed by now, this turn of events has had personal implications for me. About the time of Marcos’s election, I was in the Philippines arranging an SRRV. This is a life time residence permit.

Having married a Chinese woman last October I then began an application to have her put on it. She had be present in the Philippines to complete the application and this depends upon getting a tourist visa to enter there, and this now entails making an application online to a consulate to arrange an appointment!

After two failed attempts we discovered that the only way was to engage an agent and pay an extortionate fee which undoubtedly covered the payment of bribes to consular officials. We finally succeeded and earlier this month she had the visa put in her passport. We can now come, stay and go as we please, but our interest in spending more time there with US missiles potentially aimed at our apartment in China has somewhat evaporated.

The Philippines’ GDP per capita, in the region second only to Japan in the 1960s has floundered since, and at $3,499 is outranked by most comparable neighbours. The scale of the poverty beggars belief. The main problems in the Philippines are:

1. Rampant corruption of which the public are perfectly aware, and will admit to you. Readiness to provide bribes is de rigeuer In dealing with the authorities.

2. Very poor education standards, I have a chart which shows the Philippines at the bottom of STEM attainment of about 90 countries (needless to say China, Singapore and Hong Kong rank at the top). Sorry I don’t have the link.

3. I think 80% of the population is Catholic so most poor families have many more children than they can afford.

4. Infrastructure is very poor. With only 130 km of rail remaining, no freight and no urban MTR services, the 2019 Global Competitiveness report gave it the lowest efficiency score among other Asian countries in terms of efficiency of train services, receiving a score of 2.4, and ranking 86th out of 101 countries globally (Wikipedia).

5. Consequently about 2% of the population, about 2 million, among them some of the most highly qualified, and more than half are women largely working as nurses or else as often poorly treated servants, works abroad to send money home to support their families.

Essentially, then, the Philippines is already a failed state. The peso is now down to 59 to the dollar (it was 2.00 in 1962) while in PPP terms it is about 19, so imports aside it offers a very low cost of living to a foreigner. A few cities such as Manila and Cebu are rich in parts but elsewhere in town and country the poverty – families typically living in makeshift sheds barely fit to house chickens with no utilities, and waste ending up in a river or sea – has to be seen to be believed.

The people still pay the price for the near five centuries of misrule and almost unbroken colonisation of their country, first by Spain and then by the USA who evicted the Spanish in 1902 and then forgot to leave. And now once again they have recolonised it to use it in plain sight in this cynical, malicious fashion.

I once saw a monument on the waterfront at Subic Bay which celebrated the government vote by 12 to 11 in 1991 to have the remaining US naval force there removed from the country (the air base at Clark had recently been destroyed by a volcanic eruption at Pinatubo). If I return to the Philippines I must pop around there to see if it has since been quietly removed.

My mother surprised me after her death.

She lived in a senior residence for the last couple of years of her life, and I visited her almost every Sunday, took her out shopping and to lunch at one of her favorite restaurants. She was 92 and had been legally blind for years, though very agile with her cane. Because of her vision she could not recognize people’s faces, which made it challenging for her to meet new people. Elderly people can be prickly about their social groups, resist meeting newcomers, and be fussy about who sits at their table at dinner. I worried about that but she seemed to cope. I went with her to dinner at the residence a few times. Someone would come up and speak to her and she would take them by the hand and say “is this Ellen?” and make it into a bit of a joke and we would all laugh.

After her death, I went to the residence to move out her possessions and pick up the last of her mail. When the truck was loaded I walked through the lounge and dining room of the residence. To my surprise, people came up and started talking to me. Lots of people.

One woman came up and hugged me and said “You were a good son. You came to see Maxine every week, we all noticed that. There are people here who have children who live in town and never come to visit them.” Another woman said “Your mother was the bravest person I ever met. Even though she couldn’t see anyone’s faces, she came down for the meals and talked to everyone. She was fearless.”

More and more people came and said similar things. I knew she was remarkable but I’d never thought that much about other people’s opinions of her.

I never would have guessed. Even after she was gone she was full of surprises.

The Insane Plot Armor of Cats

Now, let’s close with something positive.

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ANTI

I mean, the Western mooks (through Israel) tried to detonate a nuke against Iran twice so far, and I’m certain these ungodly psychopaths will try again.

And Russia/Iran/China can only tolerate so many attempts before they launch nukes back. It makes no sense to me that only a few nukes would go off. Lots of nukes would go off in retaliation to ensure that these abjectly schizoid and abusive Nato-fucks are FUBAR’d, because it’s been patently clear that they will stop at nothing to subjugate the paragons of the multipolar humanitarian order, even if it means going Scorched Earth and sacrificing their own countries in the process.

They know that through dedollarization, they only have a small amount of time before their economies collapse, and their societies will follow; hence the reason why they’ve become more and more rabid and warmongering. They reinstated the draft for 18-26 year olds, and even included women despite the fact that they’re already rallying hundreds of thousands of troops to join the war. They don’t want to go out with a whimper or accept that they’ve lost and are no longer the uncontested gods they once were. They’re hellbent on going out with a big-bang.

It’s atrocious but not to be expected from these child-touching psychopaths who have been not been given a reality check for a very long time.

mtness

– “Hey Dad,”
– ” Yes, son?”
– “Are people either mostly good, or bad?”
(Pause)
-“Stupid. Most people are just … Stupid.”

Feal

We seem to be two generations removed from any obvious competence.

It’s almost as if the “shadow people” or NPCs are running the show, on automatic.

I assume that would be fine and easily controllable towards a positive outcome.

I dunno, that’s just a guess! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

MerLynn

“What the Hell is that supposed to mean? Just a few nuclear bombs, eh?”

It means Satan is pushing for total war. The Crown/corona and Arrow/needle Horseman has done his job and Revelations is playing out in real time. Failure to see this end of an Age scenario repeat again does little to stop it. Its happened many times. All those Stone Buildings from Balbaak,Giza, Ankor Wat, Babylon, all ended because People were deceived by satan and he destroyed yet another Civilization. We might want to reflect on why the Great Wall of China was built to keep the Chinese inside. So much of history is a Lie, its difficult to know where to begin. One cannot understand world politics without understanding the subversive force that satans army of blood contract signing Deep Staters and other ‘elites’ throughout history has arisen each time to give another Great reset. 6 billion drank the Kool Aide. Most of it wasn’t ‘kool’. China will rule the world and it could be said, they already do. They also say, Bend with the Wind. Albo has brought in near a million people of color since covid to replace the ailing white race.They couldnt even wait til they are buried and my wifi scanner picked up 15 recent graves with a internet connection still. In OZ all jabbies have a Ip chip with a unique Bio Metric address that Lives on after death. In Spiritual terms, the soul is still trapped in a body that isnt quite dead. This may be the case for 100’s of years as the decaying flesh is what ‘powers the IP chip. Its a soul trap.Trumps bleach, Trumps horse paste and a good dose of epson salts to clean the blood “may” do the trick. If not then it takes a magnetic Bath in an aquachifootbath.com

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