You guys all know that I was in MAJestic, and that was my “black role”. And you all also know that I had a “public” or “white role” where I worked in industry designing products and moving factories to China.
It was a tough role.
Not the “black” role, no.
The “white role”; the Public role was tough.
Sheech!
It was always hustle – hustle – hustle, then get a job. Then learn the tasks in a hyper-short window of time. Then implement the objectives, quickly, followed by being laid off. Always on a Friday. And usually right before a holiday.
I was a hire-and-discard engineer.
Now, you can handle perhaps 3 to 4 layoffs in a lifetime, I had what? 25, 30. Fucking Crazy.
Anyways, that pace, and the scope of the work, is not something that you forget. After some 40 years, it becomes who you are.
So, when it came to me being retired, I “hit the ground running” and prepped for my move to China. And those bozo’s in Arkansas and all the rest can accuse me of some fake narrative, but I had everything in hand. While I was in prison, I ate healthy, I exercised. I conducted my verbal affirmations, and I studied.
I got a certificate for Teaching English, and I learned Chinese.
I had an extraction plan and I was all ready to go.
However, there was one thing that I was forgetting. Oh, sure it lay there dormant in the back of my skull, but I was totally unprepared for the total lack of support when I got out.
My first ex-wife met me and helped me get some money out of the bank, and my sister put me up in a cheap hotel for two weeks, but that was it. I had no clothes. No money. No possessions and no help.
For me to do the offender registration, I had to hitchhike from the city bus stop, and then walk though a field to get to the local state police barracks.
Everything was closed to me, and I had to start from scratch. I mean, REALLY from ground zero.
I had to buy a pencil, and a cheap tablet of paper. Ah. Something like this…
And then, using my wits, reconstitute my documents (all had been lost) and get a new passport and then apply for a visa and all the rest.
Now, the romantic in you might think that I was equipping myself sort of like this…
But no. That’s just a fantasy.
I bought an army surplus backpack, and put the plain basics in it.
Maybe something a little like this…
Now, this is not about all that.
That was just the background.
But one of the things that I had, and lost was my technical tools. Not only my computers, printers, files and all that, but my hard toolboxes full of tools. My complete electronics lab.
My micro fab facility, and all my bench tools.
All gone.
How many people want to buy a used signal generator, and a bunch of army surplus aircraft avionics? All gone.
Even though I pretty expected that everything would have been looted, I was surprised that there wasn’t ANYTHING left.
Apparently, after my friends and family took and hauled away all the good stuff, everyone else came in like vultures and locusts and picked up everything that could be pawned off, or sold on e-bay. There was nothing left.
Sure. I talked about the loss of my art.
As well as my books.
But, I lost much more than all that.
And so, in this post, I will lament the loss of my prototype lab, my engineering study work area, and my tools relative to my profession. Not that anyone would hire me ever again for that role, but I don’t think that a lot of you MM followers have any idea that I was quite the “mad scientist” conjuring up all sorts of devices, and mechanisms and solutions.
People can steal everything you have. Destroy your reputation. Black list you, and make it difficult to live any kind of life, but they cannot take away your skill set.
And after I left the United States gulag, I was able to get reestablished, and was welcomed in a merit-driven world of engineers and people who actually appreciate knowledge, skills and abilities.
The Chinese.
And here is my ode to my old prototype workshop… Ah sure, Pictures of others of my ilk. But these pictures all resemble what my life used to be like.
Today…
Beyond robot dogs: China’s advanced military robotics and the U.S. Congress’s misplaced focus
Recently, the U.S. Congress discussed China’s deployment of “machine dogs carrying automatic rifles” and unanimously passed a proposal opposing this practice. The legislators’ reasoning was peculiar, citing that “dogs are man’s best friend.” However, this decision reflects a severe lag in U.S. lawmakers’ understanding of China’s advancements in military robotics technology.
In reality, China’s progress in the field of military robotics far exceeds the scope of machine dogs. Chinese-manufactured machine dogs have recently outperformed products from industry leader Boston Dynamics in competitions. More strikingly, Chinese machine dogs are priced at just 1/27.5th of their American counterparts. A U.S.-made machine dog costs about $74,500, while its Chinese equivalent is only $2,700. This means China could deploy 28 robots for the cost of one American machine dog.
However, machine dogs are just the beginning of China’s robotic technology advancements. China has already developed more sophisticated robots such as the “land spider” and “small land spider.” These devices surpass traditional machine dogs in stability, movement speed, and load-bearing capacity, while being cheaper and simpler to manufacture.
The “land spider” robot uses a six-wheeled spider-like configuration, offering high-speed all-terrain functionality. This design combines the stability and speed of wheeled vehicles with the flexibility of multi-legged robots, allowing it to operate efficiently in various complex terrains.
The “small land spider” is another significant breakthrough. This small self-destructing robot, loaded with high explosives, is designed for covert movement and urban warfare. Its small size, strong climbing ability, and high speed allow it to navigate complex urban environments nimbly, making it a potential game-changer weapon.
China’s innovation in robotics technology is not limited to imitation and improvement but includes original design and practical application. For example, they have developed a wheeled version of the robot dog, cleverly combining the advantages of both wheeled and legged robots.
These robots are not only technologically advanced, but more importantly, their low cost makes large-scale deployment possible. This cost advantage could radically change the face of future battlefields, making it feasible to replace human soldiers with robots in high-risk situations.
Surprisingly, despite China’s public demonstrations of these equipments in use and production of promotional videos with English subtitles, the U.S. Congress still seems to focus solely on machine dogs. This narrow focus reflects a serious misjudgment by U.S. policymakers regarding China’s military technological development.
The U.S. Congress’s reaction to machine dogs is both surprising and concerning. Their focus on the ethical issues of machine dogs while seemingly ignoring more advanced robotic systems indicates a significant cognitive gap. This lack of comprehensive understanding could lead to misguided policy decisions and inadequate responses to evolving military technologies.
Overall, China’s progress in the field of military robotics, both in terms of technological level and cost-effectiveness, represents a potential major shift in modern warfare. These robots not only possess powerful combat capabilities, but more importantly, their low cost makes large-scale deployment possible, which could reshape the landscape of future battlefields. Robot warfare is no longer a distant future scenario but is rapidly becoming a reality. The U.S. Congress’s response highlights the challenges in understanding and addressing this emerging technological trend.
Grilled Flank Steak with Chimichurri Sauce
Yield: 4 servings; approximately 2 cups chimichurri sauce
Ingredients
- 1 (1 1/2 to 2 pound) Certified Angus Beef ® flank steak
- 1/2 cup (1 ounce) chopped flat leaf Italian parsley
- 1/2 cup (1 ounce) chopped cilantro
- 1/2 onion (4 ounces), finely diced
- 3-4 cloves garlic, minced
- 1 teaspoon dried oregano
- 1/2 teaspoon crushed red pepper flakes
- 1/2 teaspoon kosher salt
- 1/2 cup red wine vinegar
- 2 teaspoons agave nectar or honey
- 1/2 cup olive oil
Instructions
- In a food processor or blender combine parsley, cilantro, onion, garlic, oregano, red pepper and salt by pulsing to a finely chopped consistency.
- Add vinegar and agave nectar. With processor running, add oil in a slow stream until well combined. Set aside half of sauce in an air-tight container and refrigerate. Put steak in a casserole pan, coat evenly with remaining chimichurri, cover with plastic wrap and marinate in the refrigerator at least four hours, or overnight for deeper flavor and tenderness.
- Heat grill.
- Remove steak from chimichurri marinade and wipe clean, discarding marinade. Grill steaks to desired doneness over medium high heat.
- Allow to rest 5 minutes and serve, topping with reserved chimichurri sauce.
I’VE COME TOO FAR TO QUIT – Best Motivational Video
What is worse, jail, prison, or homeless?
I’ve been in 1 prison, 6 jails, and I was homeless for 2 years in Cleveland, Ohio.
They are all bad, but bad in different ways, so it depends on the person.
County jails are the most boring places I’ve ever encountered. Each time I was there, it was for an average of 75 days, and I tried to fill the time by reading anything I could find.
One time I only had access to the Bible and L. Ron Hubbard’s “Dianetics,” the blueprint for Scientology. I’d sit in on many games of spades or hearts, but that’s really about all there is to do.
And it’s loud.
I’m an introvert, so I value my personal quiet space, and I was in pods with as few as 6, and as many as 50 guys. I was in solitary for 3 days once, and my mind was beginning to go wonky by the end.
However, in all of the jails I’ve been in, I was in a climate controlled environment, and I was fed 3 meals per day, and I never feared for my safety.
Prison was more scary, but there are more things to do. I
was afraid a number of times, but never suffered any serious damage. I took some classes, and I had a job in the laundry, so time passed much more quickly in prison than in jail, and again, I had a roof, walls, and enough food that I never became weak with hunger.
When you’re in jail or prison, you think a lot about the lack of freedom, and what you’re going to do when you get out. You miss the sunshine, you miss the rain. You miss having normal conversations with family about boring, quotidian subjects.
You miss driving a car, and just walking aimlessly.
Being homeless, on the other hand, is the exact opposite of jail.
You have all the freedom anyone could ever ask for, but you never feel at ease.
u never feel safe, and your time is occupied by finding shelter, money, food, and drugs (the reason I was homeless.) April to mid-November isn’t too, too bad, but when the snow starts, you’re in trouble.
I stayed in a couple of abandoned houses, but there are times when you don’t have enough clothes and blankets, that you’d rather not eat for 3 or 4 days than to hustle on the streets to get money for food.
And in jail, there are people to talk to, but when you’re homeless, nobody even glances in your direction.
It’s a scary, lonely existence. So which is the worst out of the 3? It depends. If I weren’t a junkie when I was homeless, I probably could’ve gotten out of the city and stayed in the woods, in a more temperate climate, and I could find a way to survive, and maybe even found a certain amount of pleasure in living with absolute freedom, enjoying the sun and the stars, and a cool breeze on a summer day.
But when you’re a junkie, homelessness is the worst.
Yes, I’ve had to detox in county jails, and that sucks, but it eventually passes, and you’re left with too much time, and not enough activity to fill it, so I’d say that overall, jails are the worst
Stuck
What is the most interesting conversation you’ve had on a flight?
I once sat next to a commercial pilot who was going to work. So people like me go to their jobs on bus, motor bike, or car. But pilots take flights to their work. Isn’t that super cool? I am so jealous.
Anyway coming back to the story. We were chatting about our professional lives when the plane started to tremble, something that gets me scared. I brought my apprehension to his notice when he told me that this is the part that excites the pilot. Otherwise the flight would be really boring. To say that I was dumbfounded is an understatement. Well, he had an explanation.
“Flying a plane in a good weather is really easy, you can put the plane on autopilot and it will take you from point A to point B. It is during the bad weather that a pilot is responsible for keeping the flight safe.”
“Seriously”
“Could you wish for anything else except bad weather while flying? You know like more normal wishes. How about that next promotion, the big house or that fancy car you want?”
Even though I was being serious. He laughed it off.
Our conversation went ahead and I asked him about his most interesting client. He mentioned that he once flew a young wealthy guy.
“This dude came in wearing worn-out t-shirt and jeans. We were curious to know how he made the big money and asked him. To which he replied that he was a part of a start-up which took off reasonably well. After the flight we “Googled” him, only to find out he was a co-founder of “Google.””
Cracked us both.
Pondview, East Carolina
Submitted into Contest #8 in response to: Write a story about an adventure in a small town.… view prompt
Holly Pierce
We should have known. The government had built the safe houses, so obviously they knew where they were. They knew exactly where to bomb to destroy the most amount of people. This had all been a trap to kill my town. I spent the rest of the day walking around my town, searching for other survivors. I obviously knew the military jumped out of their planes to shoot survivors, but I still hoped someone might be alive.
Everywhere I went, nobody I found was still breathing. Everyone was dead. Not me though. I took this as a sign. I needed to do something important with my life, I needed to make a difference. But first, I had to find someone else that had survived the bombing. I heard a sound behind me, and turned to sprint behind a building. I saw a person I was unfamiliar with, clothed completely in black.
The stranger called out to me, saying, “We will not hurt you. We have come to search for survivors. We are not working from the government. Could you please come out?”
I climbed as the person spoke, quickly scaling the crumbling building in front of me. I was in a position where I could see the person but the person could not see me. At the top of the building another figure crouched, also clothed in black. This person appeared to be wielding one of the older gun models, perfectly enough. The older guns were longer than the newer versions, and they didn’t shoot as far.
This one’s back was to the chimney, and I silently crept behind the chimney. I used a long ball of strong string to tie two pieces to the chimney. I would need to make a distraction. I threw a rock onto the next building over, and just as planned, the person turned to look at the building. I quickly tied one end of the nearly invisible string to the butt of the person’s gun. The person every so slightly heard me, and swung their head the other way. I tied the other sting to the barrel of the gun, and slipped behind the chimney. Everything flowed smoothly, following the plan almost exactly.
The process was repeated for the two remaining figures positioned around, and at long last I climbed the final building. The figure removed their mask, and I gasped. I’m almost positive it was heard. My brother, who had been presumed to be dead, was now with these random people. I did this one a bit sloppier so I didn’t injure him too harshly. I got into position where the sound would echo and finally answered his question.
“Prove you’re not working for the government, or all of you will be lucky to be alive. And I refuse to leave my spot.”
I ran to another pile of rubble, and hid behind a cement block, the string trailing behind me.
“We have no proof. I am alone, and I will talk to you before violence needs to be used. Come to me, alone, and we can negotiate.”
Obviously, he didn’t realize I’d already found the three snipers hiding on the roofs of the nearby houses. I yanked the string, and all three snipers’ heads were smacked against the walls behind them. They were instantly knocked unconscious, and I slowly walked toward the human in front of me.
“Yes?” I said. He looked properly terrified, and I loved it.
“They were not supposed to be here, and for that I apologize. I didn’t mean for any of this to lead to violence and death.”
“First of all, they’re only unconscious. Second of all, I asked if you had proof, and you started your sentence with ‘we’. Who are you? All of you? Tell the truth, or the worst injury around here won’t be someone unconscious.”
“We’re the survivors of the city bombings.” As he spoke I noticed a few more details leading me to believe he is male. His stance, for one as well as his voice were dead giveaways to his gender. He continued, “All four of us found each other after our cities were blown up. First, my city. Next, was Charlotte’s city. The next city was more of a town, and it was where John had lived. The most recent one, Laine’s, was beside your town. We’re searching here for survivors, and we stumbled upon you, knocking us unconscious.”
“Okay.”
“Okay what?”
“Okay, I believe you. Have you learned anything about all of this?”
“The military leaves a person of twenty years or younger alive after each bombing, alternating genders. We aren’t sure why, but it’s happening. This area was already searched for anything useful, and you’d be surprised at how much food didn’t explode. We have to start moving immediately to the next city. Are you coming with us or not? If you don’t you’ll probably die, and if I’m being honest, if you come with us you’ll probably die, it will just be longer before you do die. Your choice. Go with us or stay here?”
Why do some people call China’s overseas infrastructure projects “colonialism”? Is it because they can only project their own country’s history onto China?
Colonialism is defined as “control by a power over a dependent area or people.” It occurs when one nation subjugates another, conquering its population and exploiting it, often while forcing its own language and cultural values upon its people.
I’ve seen a number of Chinese infrastructure projects in places such as Zambia, Cambodia and Indonesia, and it sure doesn’t fit the definition above. At worst, I heard locals grumble that the work was being done by imported Chinese labor (exploitation of Chinese workers… hmm is that reverse colonialism?).
New international airport in Phnom Penh being built by Chinese interests
People who call China’s projects “colonialism” either (1) don’t understand the meaning of the word but use it because it sounds suitably disturbing, or (2) DO understand what colonialism is but deliberately misapply it because it makes China sound scary and bad.
Moreover, colonialism is a highly charged word, so it might make people in countries who were previously colonized react negatively to China’s investment projects.
It’s the same reason why the US and other western countries accuse China of debt trap diplomacy. It’s a highly emotive attempt to turn public opinion against China — even though most Western institutions today state that China is doing no such thing.
Unfortunately, the narrative does work on the credulous. For instance, in countries such as Sri Lanka and Malaysia, the debt trap myth led to negative reactions and pushback from citizens in both countries.
Because who wants to be colonized by or in debt to the nasty Chinese?
Food porn
What type of soldier do other soldiers dislike?
- Thieves – From day one in basic training, we were told to keep our belongings (both personal and military) properly secured. “Don’t tempt thieves” was the line provided. If you are found – or even suspected of – stealing from your fellow soldiers, expect a very thorough (and well-deserved) kicking. You’ll also lose any prayer of being trusted in future.
- The lazy – There are shirkers, jerkers and workers. Shirkers avoid all work, jerkers only work when they’re being watched and workers pitch in and ensure that they do at least their fair share of the work. When I was an NCO, hell awaited if I thought you were lacking in the proper motivation to do your job.
- Those who lacked good hygiene – In the Army, you share very limited personal space with many others. This requires making sure that a lack of personal hygiene standards wasn’t going to cause illness to others. If you were a “gumper”, you could possibly expect a (very illegal) “regimental bath”, where you’d be dumped in a bathtub full of floor cleaner and scrubbed with a yard broom until you’d learned your lesson.
- The W.I.M.P.s (Whining Incompetent Malingering Person) – These are the ones who are always complaining that they’re too sick or unable to do things, yet somehow manage to be first in the line to eat, and can be seen scoffing chips and beer. I’ve seen some “soldiers” who spent more time on sick parade than they did any form of military work.
- Officers who can’t read maps/perform drill correctly/lead/plan ahead – Actually, there were lots and lots of them. I’m just joking…
… but only just.
Why would a doctor tell an EMT to “call it” at a fatal car accident if the victim still had a pulse?
I once responded to a cold water drowning. Cold, as in his car had gone through the ice covering the lake he and 3 of his buddies were driving on in February cold. 4 went through the ice. 3 made it back to the surface.
It took the sheriff’s office dive team about 40 minutes to respond and get suited up. The diver went into the water using the hole the car had made, flipped over and began his search. It didn’t appear that he even got his flippers wet when he flipped back and said, “I’ve got him.”
We took the victim off the ice and ran to the ambulance. I started looking for an IV site to begin advanced life support while the fire department continued CPR. Then our medical direction at the University of Michigan Hospital told us to stop resuscitation efforts.
Say the hell, WHAT?!?
“It is the considered opinion here that your patient has no chance of surviving. Cease all ACLS, now.”
When you work rescue in climates such as are found in Michigan winters you pretty much adhere to the old adage, “You’re not dead until you’re warm and dead.” There are several documented cases of successful resuscitations of drowning victims who had been submerged in cold water for as long as 64 minutes. We were well within that time, and I got a little heated when I radioed back to the doc at the U of M.
I later found out that the doctor giving us direction was working his second shift as a resident in the ER, and had no practical knowledge of modern pre-hospital medicine.
But orders are orders, so we headed for the local community hospital on the west side of the county to have their ER doc officially pronounce the kid dead. That’s when the family arrived. The mother made a bee-line for my ambulance.
“Did you treat my son?”, she asked with a trembling voice. “Yes ma’am, I did.”
“How is he? … Is he still alive??” The doc had not officially pronounced death, but I didn’t want to lie to her. “Ma’am, I’m sure the doctor will let you know his condition as soon as he can. I really can’t say more than that.” That last sentence told her everything she needed to know.
“He’s dead, isn’t he?” Her face was pleading with me to tell her the truth.
By this time my own tears had betrayed me, and I managed to squeak out, “Ma’am, I’m so very sorry. Yes, your son is dead.”
She saw how upset I was, and this kind mother laid her hand on my arm. “Thank you for telling me. I know that must have been terribly hard for you.” Then she drove in the nail that will forever remain in my heart.
“I know you did everything possible to save my son.”
No, ma’am. I didn’t. Some peckerwood who had no business giving me medical direction told me not to. Of course, I didn’t verbalize my thoughts. It wouldn’t have helped anyway. And if a mother can get some kind of solace believing everything possible was done to save her critically injured son, then it would have been malpractice to correct her.
This incident took place 35 years ago last February at a frozen lake near Chelsea, Michigan. And the tears are flowing again as I write this Quora answer.
Why doesn’t India strengthen economic and political ties with Mongolia and the Philippines to encircle China the way China is doing with Pakistan, SL, etc.?
With What????
$45 Billion of Infrastructure Loans
Free Trade for 36 Items
Over 2000 Students a year educated at Chinese expense
Over 100,000 Tourists from China a year
5.76 Million Doses of Vaccines
Thats what Mongolia gets from China
What can India offer?
A Grinning Photo of Modiji in his beard or Jaishankar in his suit promising some nonsense???
How much Mongolian Oan (Sheep Liver) does India consume? How many Skazhi Hides? How much Cashmere?
The Answer is Near Zero
China imports 85% of mongolian products
So what Economic ties????
Same with Phillipines
The Love Hate relationship wavers between US and China and not India
India has zilch to offer.
China has 125000 maids and Domestics from Phillipines
China Trade with Phillipines is Vitak
China has provided economic assistance
What can India offer except talk?
Modi can say “In 2025 we will…”
Xi will cut a Cheque today , or Biden will
The “We are a Democracy” wont work anymore. Nobody gives a damn.
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How do you tell a family that they need to clean their house better?
My beloved husband died after a sudden illness. He was in Intensive Care for three weeks, in the coldest part of the winter here in Ottawa His two brothers came for part of the time but could not stay all the time. I spent all day with him at the hospital and came home to as many as 10 phone messages from his grief stricken family scattered around the world. As well as feeding his brothers and managing the house. This was in 1995 – pre e mail. My own family was minimally supportive. When he died I had a group over at my house after the funeral, my husband’s 2 brothers were also staying with me. They had to fly in from the US I managed funeral arrangements and all the sad details of death by myself. My van was stolen out of my driveway at night and the pipes froze and burst in a vacant rental property owned by my husband during this 3 week period. I was so exhausted and overwhelmed that I could hardly think straight. I wrote down everything I had to do and crossed off my list that which was done
My brother and his wife drove from Toronto for the funeral and stayed at a hotel The following summer I was so lonely. I asked for family to visit. My sister in law said she would not come to stay because when she had come for the funeral my basement had been untidy and she thought she could smell mold. This was the end of February in Ottawa. I told my brother that if he had really cared they would have been helping me clean during this awful time, not looking for opportunities to score points
That was when I realized that I could never expect any understanding ot support from my family EVER I have never asked for anything from them since. I am a very different person now because of this experience
I wrote this several years ago, but it keeps coming up and has so many comments.
So it’s time for a sequel.. I kept contact with my family, expecting nothing from them, and did not make a fuss about the situation described above. I pulled my life together, myself, made a career, adopted a child, renovated my home, travelled. Lots of things have happened –
My brother had a disabling brain bleed about 10 years ago and had to retire; my mother died I kept working until 4 years ago, while raising my little girl. Life progressed. I kept visiting them on a regular basis even through the pandemic They have not visited me.
Last spring, my sister in law died. She had been complaining about a bad back, – turned out it was 4th stage bowel cancer. So I went to visit my brother who is living on his own, even though he now has mobility issues and needs a wheelchair to manage. It turns out that my sister in law had been totally controlling of him, resisting socializing and telling everyone he was too disabled to function in the world. She had the entire basement stuffed with stuff. I mean STUFFED. She was a hoarder. There was like an alleyway between floor to ceiling rows of stuff in the large family room down there. She was a crafter and literally had a room full of wool and fabric and all kinds of things. My brother had one small room which he fitted up as a library with his books, computer and tv, and where he spent the majority of his time. They were barely speaking to each other, and then not in a civil fashion, by the end of the pandemic. The family is still trying to get rid of all her stuff, and my brother is much happier and more friendly now. He is functioning like a different person. They lived together hating each other for so many years —-
I am so glad that I sucked it up and carried on, and did not give in to bitterness and revenge. Think of these people wasting so much precious life in trying to prove who was —- whatever, and forgetting to live. And there is so much irony in her complaints about my home, while she was hoarding stuff in her own.
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Have you ever had such a close call it makes your skin shiver everytime you think about it? If so, what happened?
Yes I have a few but this one always hits me hard
I was hit by a car on my bicycle on a hwy26 in Indiana and left in the ditch to die. I was riding 44miles and about 20 miles into the trek I heard nothing as I was struck. The driver stopped about half a block away. I couldn’t move my left leg so I thought my phone should signal them to help. I raised my phone and waved it then they left.
About 10 cars passed my and nobody stopped. I was still in shock and wasn’t thinking clearly. Finally I thought wait I can call 911. After I called a nice lady stopped and I said help is on the way.
Half hour later they arrived with a ambulance and a cop. They talked to me and the cop left to search for the driver. I was strapped on a stretcher. My shoe was a half block away from the crash and my water bottle too. My back tire was completely turned into a V … I was taken to emergency room and released 4 hours later . I had whiplash and internal bleeding, some stitches, and shot with pain killer, and a booster. I had to leave straight to court, still in my hospital scubs because they cut my clothes off.
The judge was shocked and said you definitely dressed the part, and I was helped out to the car to return home.
The next day is when the whiplash set in. I recovered very painfully at home and it took 4years. I still have neck crepitus and am on Meloxicam 15mg.
If it was a truck I’d been torn apart and dead. I relive it everyday.
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USA asked China to share the lunar soil collected by Chang’e-6 in 2024. Interesting. Has USA not collected 380 kg of lunar soil from 1969-72? Why ask China for more? USA has 380 kg; China only 2 kg.
Originally Answered: USA asked China to share the lunar soil collected by Chang'e-6 in 2024. Interesting. Has USA not collected 300 kg of lunar soil from 1969-72? Why ask China for more? USA has 300 kg; China only 12 kg.
China is NOT going to share lunar soil with USA because … in 2011, USA has passed the Wolf Amendment which forbids USA-China space collaboration.
Before 2011, USA already made up many excuses to block Chinese scientists from attending academic space exchange eg not issuing a visa.
Hence, China must not share with USA. Otherwise China will break US law & be arrested or sanctioned. Haha.
CNN “scolded” China for not sharing. USA also complained that China did not invite USA to do joint research. These Americans conveniently forgot the Wolf Amendment.
Before, USA did share its lunar soil with the world incl China.
Out of 380kg of lunar soil, USA gave China 1g only ie proportionally close to 0 of total. Netherlands got a “lunar rock”.
If not because of the US law, China should give USA the same proportion. To be FAIR.
US lunar soil & rock
France has lunar soil from both USA & Chang’e-5 (5 & not 6). France said the soil from the 2 countries are not the same. (note Chang’e-5 landed on the front of moon. Chang’e-6, the back)
China said all compounds from US lunar soil can be found on Earth.
Netherlands said the lunar rock it got from USA is a fossil found on Earth.
GYM Owners KICKING Modern Toxic Women out of Gyms
What was the stupidest thing someone has called the police on you for?
My wife and I stayed in a small mobile home park with 2 of our children. We did not realize, (until after we had already moved in and settled down), that this particular park did not like bi racial relationships. I walked to the office to pay my rent,(as always), when the land lord gave me a look, of confusion and discust. As I handed her the rent envelope she said, there’s a… “there’s somebody in your yard”. I replied ,”yes mam! That’s my wife.. and our children!. She proceeded to say,” she a….well how do I say this without getting in trouble. You’re not going to be having any parties with people from Peoria are you?” And she said, “ you can’t be having any drug parties over here!
Then the police started showing up out of the blue for no reason normally. One night they showed up and said they receive a call for gunshots. I said ,” office I have children here and there are no weapons in this home, you can come check! “ the officer said that he could hear the game I was playing so he kindof thought it was a bad call, but that he still had to come and check it out anyway. Couple hours later the police knock on the door again, for people fighting. I assured the office that there was no fight and that who ever was calling on us was living for some reason it seemed like somebody had it out for us, and we were the nicest people around, the only one who helped everyone and treated everyone with respect, as a human being.
space fire
Submitted into Contest #8 in response to: Write a story about an adventure in space. … view prompt
Irene Park
Chapter 1
How to become a rich man after being stuck in prison for seven long, excruciating years.
As Peter blankly sat on his bed inside of his incommodious five-foot-by-five-foot maximum security jail cell, complete with sparking electric fences and menacing guards surrounding the whole cell, he began to throw random objects at the electric fence, watching them slowly burst into miniscule flames and leave trails of smoke until finally fizzling out.
Out of boredom and an act of defiance against the orders of guards and the king, Peter repeatedly threw objects at this evil faced encasement meant to entrap him: Mice, rocks, scraps of food. Anything he could find to slowly pass his time in jail.
He yelled out to the guards, “Someday I will be out of this jail and you’ll be under my control and power instead of the other way around.”
But, every day, the guards kept their stance and tolerated Peter’s hopeless cries of defiance, annoyance and boredom. Little did Peter know, he would be free and rich sooner than he had expected and meant in his words.
Suddenly, he heard the echoing stomping of their studded metal boots of the kings’ royal guards march down into his quarters, the filthiest area where all the worst criminals were kept in the farthest, darkest corner seventy-five yards away from all other civilians. Countless criminals resided there after committing gregious crimes such as arson, murder, and robberies, all sinking into their own endless pool of shame, regret, and dismay.
Peter felt surprised by this, knowing that the kings’ royal guard thought very highly of themselves and would never draw near to the presence of grimy delinquents and be subject to their shame and indignity, afraid that their guilt would impinge on their own pride and self-respect.
Suddenly interested, Peter avidly sat up and heard the turn of the lock to his cell click open, something that he had not heard for seven long and excruciating years. Seven long years of guilt, shame and contrition due to his wrongdoings. He had been twenty years old then. Young and foolish, he had everything he could ever want: a good family, abundant money, and all the latest tech. But, Peter still wanted more and more.
So, he decided to rob people of money, murder people he got into the slightest arguments with, and finally his biggest misshap– trying to steal the Makepiece Diamond of Zirca, which was one of the most valuable diamonds in all of the galaxies. Peter had planned everything to go according to his potentially flawless plan. He had infiltrated the king’s palace and the treasury where the diamond was kept. Just as his hand was about to snatch the glittering, clean-cut Makepiece diamond, he smelled a foul gas in the air, and he realized he had set off a tripwire that released knockout gas. The guards had come rushing in, stomping and frantically pouring into the small room and brought young Peter to the filthy catacombs where he still inhabited seven years later:
“Halt. You are officially under arrest by the kingdom of Zirca. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do may be used as evidence against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney and you have a right to consult an attorney before being questioned and to have an attorney present. If you can’t afford an attorney, which evidently you can, one will be appointed to you.”
Seven years later in his jail cell, startled, Peter’s mind began swarming with millions of hypothetical reasons and questions. Is this a chance to freedom? Am I being sentenced to death? Why am I being summoned?
The royal guards with crisp white uniforms etched with their rankings: general, commander, agent, or so on, each with matching badges that signified they were of the highest class of military personal and pins. Gold trimmings neatly marched along the neckline and cuffs, stitched so perfectly they seemed to be pressed into the uniform. The proud guards spat at Peter and gruffly shouted, “Get up, you purple haired buffoon. The king wishes to see you, though we don’t know why he would want to see a dirty, ragged, wrongdoer like you. Now get up, and don’t make us ask twice.”
Peter quietly stood in confusion, curiosity, and bewilderment, and let the guards drag him to his death–or freedom.
Slowly lumbering up the moss covered stairs, feeling the stares of equally infamous criminals as himself, glancing at sparks flying off of many other electrical fences, new criminals with snarling faces thrashing in the guards arms.
Peter felt the guilt he had controlled and held in the jail of his own heart for seven long years come to light as he walked the walk of his own shame to the king’s court.
After what seemed like an eternity, or more precisely, 458 feet, 30 flights of stairs, and more than a hundred jail cells like his own, he finally saw the dazzling lights of thousands of crystal chandeliers, servants serving the king to all his miniscule whims, mellifluous music floating through the air from a grand harp, and finally the throne itself.
Peter started muttering to the guards that clenched his arms so tightly.
The king’s throne was a magnificent piece of work and the centerpiece of the throne room. Dripping with jewels such as clear-cut diamonds, forest-green jades, ocean-blue sapphires, dazzling sea-green emeralds, deep violet amethysts, ice-blue topaz, and fire-red rubies, it reflected a thousand rays of light, while being placed in pure gold.
Peter gaped in awe to the regal king that comfortably rested aloft the magnificent golden throne and meekly bowed out of his own humility and respect. The king, although aged and ancient-looking, he had an extremely wise mindset, and made decisions for the best of his planet. He had a great, wispy white beard, flowing robes of shimmering gold, and a grand crown on his head.
The tension of silence between the king and Peter at that moment became stifling. All servants, jesters, and guards sensed the palpable tension between the rotten criminal Peter and the royal, regal, wise King of Zirca. As the silence started to become almost unbearable, and static sounding, the king’s booming voice finally rang out.
Suddenly hearing the king’s echoing voice, Peter quickly glanced up at him. The king spoke to Peter and announced, “Peter, son of Circa. You have murdered countless families, looted many of my finest ships, and have attempted to steal the Makepeace Diamond of Zirca. For this, you have had been sentenced to life in prison. But, unfortunately, our planet is dying. Our Fire of Hestia has been stolen by the people of Titan. I am recruiting you to retrieve it for your freedom or death. Now, young Peter, what is your response?”
Hearing the name of “Fire of Hestia,” Peter’s mind clicked, and he finally realized why he had been brought up from the catacombs, left to rot, but instead given a chance of freedom. The Fire of Hestia was a relic from when the whole universe had been created. It powered all life on a planet, and without it, a planet could rot and die away slowly. Peter looked out the king’s grand windows, and saw that the whole landscape had changed since he had been exiled into prison. It looked dark, gloomy, and somber. Before, it had bursting with life: Foliage everywhere, children laughing, picnics taking place everywhere. But now that the Fire of Hestia had been stolen by the Titanians, the planet of Zirca was dying.
True, there were other relics across the universe that powered other planets, but the Fire of Hestia was special. It was the only relic powerful enough to give life to such a gargantuan planet such as Zirca and the people of Zirca the comfort and pleasure it needed.
Peter silently debated in his mind of the decision he should make. Shall I go after The Fire of Hestia in this quest? Should I spend the rest of my life rotting away in my shame and mildew? His hands became clammy, and his throat suddenly felt parched. But, Peter knew what he had to do to save his home planet and all those inhabiting it.
Peter responded in an equally regal voice, knowing that he had been chosen for one of the most difficult and important quests in all of robbery history. Despite the fact that he felt weary, bone thin, hunched over, had matted hair, ragged clothing, smelled of the sewers, and a single shoe he boldly said, “My king, I am honored for this opportunity and I am willing to accept. But, only with added compensation. I would like 100 bars of pure gold, new clothes, new shoes, and a new spaceship to get to Titan. You must give me my demands, otherwise I shall not perform any services for you.”
The king replied after some thought, “Although that is quite a handful of treasures that you demand to have in exchange for your service, the planet needs you. I realize there is no other thief as clever and stealthy as you. I shall supply your extraordinary demands in return for the Fire.”
Peter conclusively announced, “Then I shall accept this quest and go out to find this Fire of Hestia.”
Gym Owners Are Starting to BAN Cameras | Modern Women Are BAFFLED
Have you ever accidentally found out that you were about to be fired?
In 1979 I was hired to manage a new branch of a trust company. The branch opened in June and was not expected to be profitable for three years. With some good fortune I was able to make a profit in the first year and every year after. The company opened two other branches the following year and asked me to train the new staff which I did. Those branches had turn over and failed to ever be profitable.
in 1988 the firm merged with another firm and all managers were invited to bring their spouses to a big meeting with the new management at a large resort in Arizona. While there the spouses were invited to a special meeting with management to outline how great the nee merged firm was going to be. After that meeting my wife told me I needed to look for a new job. She felt the new management were crooked. I didn’t agree
in January 1989 my immediate supervisor phoned to say he was being dismissed and I needed to watch myself.
in March the replacement for my supervisor decided he wanted to come for a visit to discuss the goals for the new year. He also wanted to meet my local advisory board. The board meeting was held and we sat down to (I thought) goals. He presented me with a letter saying I was being let go. He mumbled his way through an explanation. I asked if the managers of the other two offices were being let go. He said know.
my next statement was “ So my branch has made money for 10 years and those branches have lost money for 9 years. I suppose the problem is that I didn’t realize the objective was to lose money”
He denied that was the issue but did say they thought my pay was too high. They had to pay me severance for 10 months.
I had a new job in 6 weeks and after 18 months I was making twice as much. 6 months after the the trust company went out of business due to losses bi guess the objective was to lose money
Woman RUINS Her Familys Life for Views
Why can’t China make a good ballpoint pen?
The whole saga about how China has only just “discovered” how to make ballpoint pens is a highly instructive lesson in how the media is capable of shaping public opinion of an issue while missing the point entirely.
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In early 2018, TISCO, a Chinese steel and mining conglomerate, announced with much fanfare that they are now able to manufacture high quality ballpoint pen tips, meaning that Chinese pen manufacturers will for the first time be able to produce high-quality ballpoint pens without a single imported input. Western media outlets were quick to latch on to the story and a raft of headlines such as these popped up:
Finally, China manufactures a ballpoint pen all by itself – WaPo
China’s Latest Innovation? The Ballpoint Pen. – Bloomberg
China Couldn’t Make Its Own Ballpoint Pens—Until Now – Fortune
At last – China learns how to make a ballpoint pen – Stuff.nz
Ballpoint pens and the danger of China’s ‘one-dragon’ policy – FT
Finally! After years of trying, China celebrates ballpoint pen breakthrough – SkyNews
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The headlines and articles therein convey the message that Chinese manufacturers were unable to produce a decent ballpoint pen because they either lacked the knowhow, the innovative drive, and/or the IP protection framework required to spur innovation, thus requiring a 5 year state-led initiative to cut through the chaff. Some of these articles also contain misleading information about how the Chinese have to import stainless steel tips from Japan and Switzerland, when the Chinese are in fact the world’s largest manufacturers of said stainless steel tips.
This slew of misinformation and biased reviews led some commentators such as these: China’s Ballpoint Pen Victory – Or Why American Wages Are Higher Than Chinese, to speculate that the Chinese inability to produce a simple pen is symptomatic of the larger reason why American workers are worth more, and also why a barber in Illinois is paid more per haircut than a Chinese barber in Peking (sic), while skirting the fact that neither the US nor any other country besides the Swiss and the Japanese currently possess the ability to produce ballpoint pen tips of a similar quality.
Here’s what all of these writers are missing about these newfangled ballpoint pen tips:
Not only are the tips made with the utmost precision, the balls are made of tungsten carbide.
Tungsten carbide is a very useful material that is not only used in a wide variety of commercial applications such as ballpoint pens, jewelry, and cutting tools, but also industries of critical national importance such as nuclear reactors and armor piercing ammunition.
Since the early 2000s, the PRC government has identified tungsten carbide as a vital component of its national security infrastructure, and has invested huge sums both internationally to secure its sources of supply, and domestically to build its ability to utilize said supply.
The ballpoint pen tip is merely a commercial application for the material that requires extreme precision at all stages of the manufacturing process and supply chain. As such, if you’re able to produce a high quality tungsten carbide ballpoint pen tip, it goes to follow that you will be able to produce anything with tungsten carbide. And yes, that includes armor-piercing weaponry and ball bearings for advanced weapon systems.
That’s why the PRC government has spent 5 years and large sums of money on developing a product for an inconsequential niche market. To the PRC, it’s not about producing a ballpoint pen. It’s about reaching technological parity and independence in an area of vital national interest.
Pull (as a woman)
What was the best revenge you’ve ever gotten?
I was 17 and my best friend, who is now my ex-best friend, posted a video (an embarresing video) of me on the school blog. And I got extremely mad at her.
I couldn’t do anything too bad because my parents were friends with her parents and I could possibly get grounded. I absolutely despise getting grounded, like any other normal teen
Anyway, I finally had an idea, it was pretty harmless yet extremely effective. I put a package filled with glitter and stuffed it inside her car because she had given me the keys just the day before.
She was and still is a very proud and arrogant person. Meaning that she always thought that she was in charge of the fucking world (when she isn’t and I hope to god never will be)
She opened the package and out popped glitter, spreading all over her face and her entire car. The prank was absolutely harmless, but it was horribly hard to get the glitter out of your hair.
She came up to me in the hallway and confronted me. I told her that I didn’t do anything and she started to punch me. I was about to punch back, but then I saw the principal staring at us and decided not to do anything and let her punch me.
Just before she was about to give me a bloody nose or something the principal came in and started scolding her and telling her that violence was wrong and is NEVER justified.
By now the bell had rung, but everyone was still outside, eager to see what was going to happen. The principal not only humiliated her in front of everyone, but she also got a 1 week suspension.
After the end of this I was very proud of myself and continued on with my normal life. She didn’t talk to me and I didn’t talk to her.
Shorpy
What is the weirdest excuse someone ever gave you?
One of my employees had missed an important meeting on Friday, and I needed an explanation.
“Why weren’t you at the meeting on Friday?” I asked, trying to keep my tone professional but firm.
He looked at me, a serious expression on his face. “I’m really sorry, boss. I was abducted by aliens.”
I blinked, not sure if I had heard him correctly. “Come again?”
He nodded earnestly. “I know it sounds crazy, but I was walking to my car, and suddenly, this bright light appeared. Next thing I know, I’m on this spaceship surrounded by little green men. They were curious about Earth and kept asking me questions. I tried to tell them I had a meeting, but they wouldn’t let me leave until they were done.”
I stared at him, trying to gauge if he was pulling my leg. But he looked completely sincere. “And… they just let you go after that?”
“Yeah, they dropped me off late Friday night. I didn’t think anyone would believe me, so I didn’t say anything,” he explained, his eyes wide with what I could only describe as genuine bewilderment.
I took a deep breath, wondering how to handle this. “Alright. Let’s just focus on getting back to work and make sure it doesn’t happen again.”
He nodded, relieved. As he walked away, I shook my head, still processing the bizarre excuse. I wasn’t sure if he was telling the truth, had an overactive imagination, or just didn’t want to admit to a more mundane reason for missing the meeting. Either way, it was the weirdest excuse I had ever received, and one I doubted I would ever hear again.
Huawei exec rejects idea that advanced chip shortage will hamper China’s AI ambitions
By Reuters
BEIJING, July 4 (Reuters) – A senior executive at Chinese technology giant Huawei (HWT.UL) on Thursday dismissed the idea that a shortage of the most advanced artificial intelligence chips will hinder the country’s aim to be a leader in AI, but said innovation is needed to address the issue.
The comments by Zhang Ping’an, CEO of Huawei Cloud, comes amid tighter U.S. restrictions on advanced AI chip shipments to China including a ban on sales there by companies such as U.S. giant Nvidia (NVDA.O).
“Nobody will deny that we are facing limited computing power in China… But we cannot rely solely on having the AI chips with the advanced manufacturing process nodes as the ultimate foundation for AI infrastructure,” Zhang told a forum at the World AI Conference in Shanghai, a three-day event that kicked off on Thursday.
“If we believe that not having the most advanced AI chips means we will be unable to lead in AI, then we need to abandon this viewpoint,” Zhang said.
Huawei, which has been placed on the U.S. Entity List barring it from purchasing advanced chips from U.S. companies, has developed its own AI chip product called Ascend, which is now used by many companies in China to train AI models.
However, the Ascend AI chip, along with many others from Chinese companies, is considered to be significantly inferior in terms of computing power compared to the offerings from Nvidia.
Zhang called for innovative approaches that place more focus on the cloud, which he said can help to compensate for the lack of advanced AI chips through innovation in computing architecture.
He also said that a converged approach is needed to combine cloud, edge, and networks in ways that can be used to reduce energy consumption and improve overall efficiency. Zhang touted Huawei Cloud as being among the leaders in providing such innovative solutions.
He Got Up And Left Her & She INSTANTLY Regrets It!
Grilled Chuck Steak
Yield: 6 to 8 servings
Ingredients
- 1 (3 to 5 pound) chuck roast (about 3 inches thick)
- 1/2 cup chopped onion
- 1/2 cup fresh lemon juice
- 1/4 cup vegetable oil
- 1/2 teaspoon salt
- 1/2 teaspoon celery salt
- 1/2 teaspoon pepper
- 1/2 teaspoon dried thyme
- 1/2 teaspoon oregano flakes
- 1/2 teaspoon rosemary
- 1 to 2 cloves garlic, minced
Instructions
- Mix all ingredients except meat for marinade.
- In a nonmetal pan marinate meat for at least 3 hours, turning several times and basting with mixture.
- Cook on grill over hot coals 10 minutes on each side for medium-rare meat. For medium to well-done meat, cook 2 to 3 minutes longer per side.
Notes
If preferred, meat can be smoked for 1 to 2 hours instead of grilling.
Have you ever accidentally found out that you were about to be fired?
Not me, my husband. He was the practice manager for a group of doctors. In one year he had made sufficient efficiencies to double the income of each doctor, he had worked tirelessly, they had even requested him to go into work when our own doctor had signed him off with epididymitis and he had, although I had to drive him there. A doctor in a single doctor practice in a nearby town who wanted to retire was looking to find alternative care for his patients and my husband facilitated this, ensuring continuity of care for the patients, continued employment for the staff and yet more income for the doctors. The practice manager from the other practice was made deputy practice manager and they worked together well, taking it in turns to do the late finish which meant a slightly later start. One morning my husband was on late start and when he went into his office the book which contained the P45s was out and he noticed that one was missing. For those who are not in the UK a P45 is a form which staff get when they leave a job, it is given to a new employer to prove the employee’s tax position. He had been using it the day before as a staff member was leaving, he was therefore aware of the number of the next form in the book and this was how he knew there was one missing. He instinctively knew what it meant – the partners had decided that they didn’t “need two practice managers” and as the manager his salary was higher than the deputy manager’s so he knew he was the one they would get rid of. Despite all of the improvements and savings he had made and the way he had increased their personal incomes, he was escorted from the building before lunchtime.
There was a certain quiet satisfaction in hearing that the deputy manager had been unable to cope and walked out within a couple of months.
How did Eddie O’Hare – a business partner with Al Capone – contribute to the US WW2 effort?
Edward Joseph O’Hare (a.k.a. “Easy” Eddie, a.k.a. “Artful” Eddie) was a wealthy Chicago defense lawyer, renowned for finding legal loopholes through which many of his criminal clients would walk and escape justice.
In 1923, O’Hare himself was indicted for illegal booze racketeering, but he won his own case on appeal.
Al Capone, one of O’Hare’s legal clients, went into business with O’Hare, with Eddie running Capone’s dog racing sideline. This came about because O’Hare had somehow obtained the patent on the mechanical rabbit, and was able to “fix” the races. The rigged dog races would make a ton of money for both Capone and O’Hare.
By 1930, Eddie O’Hare was on top of the world – he had fabulous wealth, he had fame, he had power, and he had the backing of Al Capone.
But out of the blue, in 1930, O’Hare decided to “go straight”, and told Federal agents what was going on in Capone’s criminal empire. He told them everything: about the organization’s structure, the tax books, the bribes, the fixes, he gave names – the works. O’Hare did all this because he wanted a better life for his son. It’s not known what deal Eddie made with the Federal Government (possibly admittance to USNA?), but it’s certain that he didn’t want his son to be associated with the slime of the criminal underworld. In no small part, based on O’Hare’s testimony, Capone would be found guilty of income tax evasion in 1931, and sentenced to 11 years in a federal penitentiary.
Ratting on Al Capone was tantamount to committing suicide, and “Easy” Eddie met his death in 1939 – one week before Capone was released from Alcatraz – a victim of blasts from several shotguns while he was driving his car:
Edward J. O’Hare pictured slumped at the wheel of his car after he was shot to death in 1939.
Although he started cleaning up the family name, Eddie never lived to see what would become of his son, but Edward Henry O’Hare (a.k.a. “Butch”) made sure the O’Hare name would become respectable.
You see, after graduating from a military high school, Butch O’Hare would enter the United States Naval Academy (USNA) in 1933, and graduate in 1937, becoming a navy pilot.
On February 20, 1942, Butch O’Hare became the Navy’s first fighter ace of World War II when he single-handedly attacked a formation of nine medium bombers approaching his aircraft carrier Lexington. Even though he had a limited amount of ammunition, O’Hare shot down five enemy bombers and became the first naval aviator recipient of the Medal of Honor of the war.
O’Hare’s final action took place on the night of November 26, 1943, while he was leading the U.S. Navy’s first-ever nighttime fighter attack launched from an aircraft carrier. During this encounter with a group of Japanese torpedo bombers, Butch’s Grumman F6F Hellcat was shot down; his aircraft was never found. He was 29 years old.
In 1945, the U.S. Navy destroyer USS O’Hare (DD-889) was named in Butch’s honor.
If ever you fly, and your trip takes you through Chicago, you will be landing at the O’Hare International Airport, so named on September 19, 1949, six years after Butch O’Hare was killed in action.
Lieutenant Edward “Butch” O’Hare in a Grumman F4F-3 Wildcat. The wartime censor has blanked out the famous “Felix the Cat” squadron insignia on this photo
Is this true that many Chinese would like to get a green card in a Western country? Which countries would be the most desirable?
The Creamy layer don’t
The Brainiest Chinese, the Intelligent Chinese – they see far more potential at home than to go to the US now
In 2005 -52% of the top 1000 GaoKao scorers gave up their places to go for Graduation to the US
In 2023 – it’s ZERO
They go to Peking, HK, Tsinghua and other Chinese Universities instead
Only those who can’t get placed in a Top University and have money – go to US or Australia or Singapore
The Chinese who want to go abroad and get a green card are those who :-
- Score low in GaoKao and cant get placed in a Good University
- Who don’t want to go to college and rather to work and start a business and have relatives abroad
- Who want to study Political Science, International Politics and such subjects
- Cooks and other low level Chinese
They end up setting up a Restaurant Or Night Club Or Kiosk or Bodega or work in a Floating Barge
I WILL NOT GIVE UP – Powerful Motivational Speech
One of my favorite videos of this genre.