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The most extraordinary things are right in front of us.

My friend Rob used to be a police officer with the Metropolitan Police in London. This is a story he told me…

One day, Rob had been out and about on his rounds and popped into one of the smaller, less busy stations. They’re the kind of police station that’s empty most of the time, no front counter service and all the officers based there are out doing their job most of the day.

At that time, the Metropolitan Police had outsourced vehicle maintenance to a private company… let’s call them “Smith’s Motor Maintenance” and mechanics would attend police stations with a van to change a tyre or carry out some minor maintenance such as changing a bulb, or they would arrive on foot to drive a vehicle away for a service for example. When they drove the vehicles, they carried magnetic signs to place over the words and logo on the side of the vehicle and a drawstring sock to place over the lights on the roof.

So, this bright and sunny day, Rob walked into the deserted station, went upstairs and found a guy mooching about in one of the offices. He looked dead shifty and surprised to see Rob. This got Rob’s “spidey senses” tickling…

“What are you doing up here?” Rob asked.

“I’m vehicle maintenance, Smith’s Motor Maintenance, I’ve come to collect a vehicle,” the little weasel replied.

“That doesn’t explain why you’re in a second floor office!” said Rob, an eyebrow raised.

“I was looking for the keys.”

“The keys for all of our vehicles are in a key cabinet beside the door to the yard. What are you doing up here?” Then a moment of clarity hit Rob… “Hang on… I know you, don’t I?”

“Nah, mate.” replied Mr Weasel. “You’ve made a mistake. I’ll go and get the car.”

“Stay there,” said Rob… And then it struck him. Behind Mr Weasel was a notice board, with mugshots on.

It was a little like the comedy ones above, but with photos of real criminals and stickers on, showing that they were wanted by the police for questioning.

Weasel was standing in front of a board of mugshots that had his own picture on!

Mr Weasel was known to the police and had a criminal record! Not only that, he was wanted for questioning!

It turned out that Mr Weasel had a moderately common name and “Smith’s Motor Maintenance” hadn’t fully completed his vetting process but had still sent him out to collect police vehicles!

Needless to say, Rob arrested Mr Weasel there and then.

The contract that “Smith’s Motor Maintenance” had with the Metropolitan Police was allowed to lapse at the end of its duration and they were barred from the tendering process in the future.

Sometimes a person wanted by the police just falls into your lap!

Trump Administration’s bold plan to revive US shipbuilding will kill American exporters instead

And destroy your market?

Europe, UK and US together have a Consumer market of $ 27 Trillion

Chinese sell Goods to these markets to the tune of $ 1.2 Trillion to these markets every year and have 54 Million Jobs assured thanks to the West

Meanwhile the Western Markets sell these Imports at a final value of $ 4.13 Trillion and save their buyers an average of $ 3.5 Trillion a year which is used for consumption as disposable income and leads to at least 1.50% GDP growth every year

Its a Win Win partnership

You don’t destroy all of that because of One Syphilis ridden idiot

You wait him out and wait for him to either DIE or leave the WH on 20/1/29

The future has no reason….

Submitted into Contest #289 in response to: Write an open-ended story in which your character’s fate is uncertain. view prompt

Julie Grenness

The world kept turning, the sun rose anyway. A new dawn. Who were the survivors? No humans left in the immutable cycles of Mother Earth. The sparse remaining fragments of the sophisticated technological ages of the humanoids had all been drowned and demolished.Sadly, only one form of life made it through. Yes, a new dawn of a new day. As the now cooling red orange sun appeared, there were only lowly fungi. Of all the many varied forms of life’s web, only fungi.Naturally, the sun arose anyway to lighten fungi, lichens, moulds, ragworts, algae clusters, mushroom and toadstools. In the now sepia tinted oceans, only dead seawood and kelp. The world was now silent.The meagre supply of air was colder and much, much older. The fungi grew and multiplied a little, eking an existence in the cooling world, lit by an ageing sun, weighed down by its own mortality.Once upon a fungus lifetime, there was born a mutant mushroom. Some eidetic influence in the genetic pool of fungi gave birth to a thinking mushroom, a prophet, an oracle.The sage grew and grew. She finally emerged to the stunned fungi, there appeared a giant thinking mushroom, the self-declared Lady Bellepheron Isiaha-Elija. Lady Bellepheron had nominated her hyphenated surname, in the best middle-class tradition. If, indeed, fungi had ever had a middle-class.

Coincidentally, Lady Bellepheron Isiaha-Elija was known as Lady Bell to her new more able-brained fungi friends. Lady Bell was born to lead her newfound flock. Lady Bell could see visions of a brighter future ahead. Lady Bell proclaimed herself the religous leader of all life on Planet Earth. She could cast prophecies for the ultimate fate of all fungi on the vast globe. Lady Bell’s basic message was that, upon their demise, they were all returning to the great Fungus in the sky!

In contrast to the other mindless mushrooms and fungus, all tinted shades of orange, yellow and brown, Lady Bell was colored in purple hues. Her lid was lilac, her gills and stalk were dark purple, and she was adorned with a purple veil, spangled with orange mushroom spores. Lady Bell’s intuition told her that the time was right to proclaim her new faith for life on lonely Earth. Then she collected some materials, a pile of dead seaweed and ancient giant clam shell, with a gong fashioned from an obsidian rock, located on the deserted shoreline.

The prophet was satisfied, she had bells and smells for her new devout. Lady Bell stood on the cliff top. Fungi gathered, amazed. Lady Bell smote her clam shell, resonating.

“Thus spake Lady Bellepheron Isiaha-Elija, your sentient mushroom prophet. Heed my good news!”

The fungi were awakening from their timeless slumber of mindless meditation. Lady Bell pronounced her faith innovative, a new religion to her zealots one and all. “Our faith is called, “Happy Clappies!”

Lady Bell smote her simple drums, slightly deafening her congregation, increasing steadily, as fungi swarmed in the gloom.

“Heed my good news,

Blessed are the fungi, lichen and slime.

We have inherited the Earth, after all this time!

Fear not, little flock, we all ascend to the Great Fungus in the sky,

Might as well go forth and multiply,

So we all survive,

Enjoy being alive!”

Soon, the word of Lady Bell was spreading. Roused to sentience, rows and rows of line-dancing, boot-scooting mushrooms and toadstools went prancing to the same innovative tunes.

Lady Bell summoned her flock to daily morning revival meetings. As the sun arose each day, the “Happy Clappies” were convened in session. Lady Bell preached to her assorted followers, so long kept in the dark and fed BS. Lady Bell raised her lid, sounded her drum, and her adherents waved their dead seaweed, her voice loud.

“Now sing along, magic mushrooms, and toadstools! Sing and dance, let us pray!”

Lady Bell smote her drums, and sang, in her loud, clear voice. Her tune was the old relic of a once human song, slightly paraphrased, “The Spirit in the Sky’. She sang her tune, ending ‘You got to have a friend in fungus!”

Then she concluded, “Fear not, little flock Now go forth and breed more fungus. This planet is ours! Come early, tomorrow, Happy Clappies! This is our new religion. ”

Happily, the fungi cheered as one, and pranced off to their being . So began their novel existence. All now believed in their faith, they were all going up to the Fungus in the sky. Deafened by the drum, the mushrooms and toadstools began spontaneous hugs and dancing.

Unfortunately, sentience amid the fungi has also awoken revolutionary thoughts. One rebel fungus assembled like-minded insurgents to form a rabble of counter-sentients. They all wished to reform the fungi to their former state of mindless meditation, to destroy Lady Bell with her high ideals, religous philosophies, and middle class name. This would restore their lonely planet to ooze and slime, dwelling in its primeval origins.

The anti-sentients insurgents fashioned machetes for mushrooms from more of the obsidian rocks to found on the rocky shores of the sepia brown oceans, awash with dead kelp and seawood. These rebels wanted no more ‘bells and smells’, no more group hugs and line-dancing.

Hostilities broke out, patches of resistance to the new sentience of the faith innovative, “Happy Clappies’. Machete wielding mushrooms slashed sentient fungi’s stalks as they stood, celebrating in the dawn of each day, as the sun rose anyway.

Finally, the few remaining adherents huddled around Lady Bell. All seemed excremental to their encampment. The oncoming mindless mushrooms loomed in the gloom, waving their machetes so ferociously. Skirmishes between the insurgents and “Happy Clappies’ were evident. Mushroom stalks were being slashed at a steady rate.

“Lady Bell, what are we going to do?’ implored her zealots, losing their religion. The mob were hell bent on slaying the brotherhood, to end understanding. The great Prophet pondered, then spoke to her faithful fungi. This was her finest hour. Could she rescue her loyal mushrooms and toadstools from doom?

Lady Bell announced, “We shall deafen them into our own true faith Gather ye giant clam shells where they lay, while we may!”

The faithful Happy Clappies hastened to oblige. Led by Lady Bell, they sounded their drums. Meanwhile, the machete-wielding mushrooms kept on slashing noble Happy Clappies. Then:BOOM!

The rebels clutched their eardrums, and collapsed into a mangled heap, deafness. Resistance to Lady Bell was futile. But she forgave them. The thinking prophet spake again.

“Resistance to Lady Bells is useless. Lay down your weapons. We give you weapons of love. Now sound our drums!”

The Happy Clappies banged their drums, and waved their dead seaweed. Bells and smells filled the air.

“Repent all ye rebels. I declare this revolution over, finito!

Be blessed and have a great day, fungi!”

The sun rose and the world turned anyway.

“Don’t tell me what to do…” muttered one little fungus.

The future of Lady Bell and her zealots might happen for no reason…….

No but I’ve been in a few situations with business associates that are multi $B’s and they were dressed very casually so unassuming while I was a bit more dressed up.

After going short shopping trip and then dinner and cocktails at a gentlemen’s club we met quite a few people and enjoyed ourselves but they weren’t looking for attention.

However when the evening ended and they left, I let our cocktail waitresses and a couple girls that they had missed the mark by not paying lots of attention to them and that the gravy train had left.

They were pissed that I didn’t tell them but I wouldn’t have done that anyway that’s what they didn’t want.

You can’t tell someone is very wealthy by looking at them because the wealthiest men I know aren’t flashy with their clothing or jewelry.

They have jets and billions but you wouldn’t know just by seeing them on the street. It’s the super flashy $30K millionaires that I can see coming a mile a way that I know aren’t truly wealthy but desperately want everyone to think that.

So no I was treated well compared to the 10 figure net worth guys which was weird.

Texas Cola Shredded Beef Brisket

Texas Cola Shredded Beef Brisket

Yield: 8 servings

Ingredients

  • 3 1/2 pounds brisket flat
  • 1 tablespoon garlic powder
  • 2 teaspoons onion powder
  • 2 teaspoons ancho pepper powder
  • 2 teaspoon kosher salt
  • 2 tablespoons olive oil
  • 6 ounces tomato paste
  • 4 cups cola
  • 1/3 cup Worcestershire sauce

Instructions

  1. Combine garlic, onion, ancho and salt to make a dry rub. Coat the brisket flat well on both sides with the seasoning, rubbing it in well.
  2. Add olive oil to a heavy bottom enameled cast iron pot or dutch oven and heat over medium high flame.
  3. Once warmed, place the brisket flat into the pot to brown thoroughly, leaving at least 10-15 minutes before flipping. Turn the flat and brown the other side, a further 10 to 15 minutes.
  4. Add the tomato paste, cola and Worcestershire to the pot. Bring to a boil then reduce heat to a low simmer. Place the lid on the pot and cook for 4 hours.
  5. Remove lid to allow sauce to start to reduce, and cook brisket a further 2 hours or until completely tender.
  6. Remove brisket from the pot, shred with a fork and return to the pot. Stir brisket into the pot sauce then serve.

Nutrition

Per serving: 356 Calories; 99.4 Calories from fat; 11.1g Total Fat (3.3g Saturated Fat; 5.6g Monounsaturated Fat;) 129mg Cholesterol; 855.1mg Sodium; 19.4g Total Carbohydrate; 1.7g Dietary Fiber; 43.8g Protein; 4.7mg Iron; 905.9mg Potassium; 0.5mg Riboflavin; 9.9mg Niacin; 1.1mg Vitamin B6; 3.7mcg Vitamin B12; 11mg Zinc; 30.3mcg Selenium; 180.3mg Choline

This recipe is an excellent source of Protein, Riboflavin, Vitamin B6, Vitamin B12, Iron,, Selenium, Zinc, Choline; and a good source of Potassium.

Oh, my, I have a nice story here.

My primary language is Icelandic….a language very few people speak outside my country.

Now, this happened when I was on vacation and staying at a hotel not frequented by Icelanders. This was also close to the end of my vacation, so I had picked up a nice tan by then – in other words I did not look like a pale skinned person who had just arrived from Iceland for a bit of winter sun.

So, I enter the elevator with a (very pale looking) couple, and as it starts slowly moving upward, they start talking in Icelandic…feeling pretty sure nobody understood them.

It turns out they had successfully gotten a babysitter, and were planning how to spend the next hour or so.

In bed.

Planned in details…..very detailed, X-rated details. “I do ….., and you do …., and then we have a bit of fun with the pink toy..:.” and so on.

Then the elevator stopped at their floor and they got out.

Afterwards I sort of mentally kicked myself for not shouting “Góða skemmtun” (“have fun”) just as the door was closing.

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Did you Know?

…maybe the smoothest transition in the history of the US?

On Election Day in November 1992, President George H.W. Bush faced off against Democratic challenger Bill Clinton and Independent candidate Ross Perot in a historic race. By late evening, the results made it clear that Clinton would win. Perot garnered nearly 20 million votes, securing 19% of the total, but it wasn’t enough to change the outcome. As the night progressed, Bush realized his re-election bid had fallen short.

Shortly after the final polls closed, Bush called Clinton to concede the election, offering his congratulations. Early the next morning, he held a nationally televised press conference, where he formally acknowledged Clinton’s victory and pledged his full support for a smooth transition of power.

Later that day, Bush reached out to Clinton again, inviting him to the White House to begin the transition. He even arranged for a plane to bring the Clintons from Little Rock to Washington. On November 18, the Clintons visited the White House, where Bush personally gave Clinton a tour and reiterated his commitment to facilitating the handover.

The following day, First Lady Barbara Bush extended the same courtesy to incoming First Lady Hillary Clinton, giving her a guided tour of the residence.

On January 20, 1993, George and Barbara Bush attended Clinton’s inauguration with pride.

Upon entering the White House as president, Clinton discovered a handwritten note from Bush waiting for him on the Resolute Desk in the Oval Office.

Thank you for reading!

I drove the cheap Chinese cars that are illegal in the USA. Now I know why

Come on, just taste and you will love it.

Because China is really vast, there are many kinds of delicious food.No matter what flavor you like, you can find your favorite dish.And you know, prices in China are really cheap.Whether it’s seafood or beef and mutton, I can only say that there is nothing I don’t like.

Sir Whiskerton and the Case of Birdwatcher Barry’s Bizarre Birds: A Tale of Feathers, Binoculars, and Feline Ingenuity

Ah, dear reader, prepare yourself for a tale of feathers, binoculars, and one very determined cat. Today’s story is one of obsessive birdwatching, strange avian visitors, and a farm on the brink of becoming a bird sanctuary. So, grab your field guide and a sense of humor, as we dive into Sir Whiskerton and the Case of Birdwatcher Barry’s Bizarre Birds: A Tale of Feathers, Binoculars, and Feline Ingenuity.


The Arrival of Birdwatcher Barry

It all began on a crisp autumn morning when Sir Whiskerton was enjoying a peaceful nap on the farmer’s porch. The sun was shining, the leaves were rustling, and the farm was its usual serene self—until a loud THWACK shattered the tranquility. Sir Whiskerton bolted upright, his fur standing on end. “What in the name of catnip was that?” he muttered, his ears twitching in irritation.

He leapt down from the porch and made his way to the source of the noise: a man in a floppy hat, khaki vest, and binoculars, who had just tripped over a hay bale. “Ah, splendid!” the man exclaimed, brushing himself off. “Just the kind of rustic charm I was hoping for. Perfect for rare bird sightings!”

Sir Whiskerton raised an eyebrow. “And you are?”

“Barry,” the man said, extending a hand. “Birdwatcher Barry, at your service. I’ve come to spot some rare birds on your farm. I hear this is the place to see the elusive Spotted Quackfinch!”

Sir Whiskerton blinked. “The… what?”

“The Spotted Quackfinch!” Barry said, his eyes gleaming with excitement. “It’s a rare bird that’s only been sighted once before. Legend has it, it has the body of a duck, the wings of a finch, and the voice of an opera singer. I must see it!”

Sir Whiskerton sighed. “I hate to break it to you, but I’ve never heard of a Spotted Quackfinch. Are you sure it’s not just… a regular duck?”

Barry waved a hand dismissively. “Nonsense! The Spotted Quackfinch is real, and I’m going to find it. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a bird blind to set up.”


The Farm’s Feathered Residents React

As Barry set up his bird blind and began scattering birdseed around the farm, the resident birds grew increasingly curious—and offended. “Who does this human think he is?” Doris the Hen clucked, her feathers ruffled. “He’s ignoring us in favor of some imaginary bird!”

“It’s an outrage,” Gertrude the Goose honked, her neck held high. “We’re right here, and he’s acting like we don’t exist!”

Even Ferdinand the Duck, usually too self-absorbed to care about such things, looked miffed. “I’m a singing sensation!” he quacked. “Why isn’t he watching me?”

Sir Whiskerton, ever the diplomat, tried to calm the birds. “Barry is just… enthusiastic,” he said. “He’ll come around. In the meantime, let’s see what he’s up to.”


Barry’s Bizarre Bird Attraction Tactics

Barry’s attempts to attract rare birds were as creative as they were absurd. He set up a recording of bird calls, which he played at full volume from a hidden speaker. “This will lure the Spotted Quackfinch for sure!” he declared, adjusting his binoculars.

Unfortunately, the recording had the opposite effect. Instead of attracting rare birds, it attracted a flock of very confused pigeons, who began dive-bombing the farm in search of the source of the noise. “What in the name of cluck is going on?” Doris squawked, flapping her wings as a pigeon nearly collided with her.

Next, Barry tried using a decoy—a stuffed bird that looked like a cross between a duck and a finch. “This will fool the Spotted Quackfinch into thinking it’s found a mate!” he said, placing the decoy in the pond.

The decoy did attract attention, but not from the Spotted Quackfinch. Instead, it caught the eye of a very territorial swan, who attacked the decoy with a fury usually reserved for rival swans. “That’s not a bird—that’s a menace!” Barry exclaimed, ducking behind his bird blind as the swan honked angrily.


The Arrival of Strange Birds

Despite Barry’s best efforts, the Spotted Quackfinch remained elusive. However, his tactics did attract some very strange and unusual birds. First came the Glitterwing Gull, a bird with shimmering feathers that left a trail of glitter wherever it flew. “Marvelous!” Barry exclaimed, scribbling furiously in his journal. “A new species!”

Next came the Honking Hummingbird, a tiny bird with a voice as loud as a foghorn. “HONK!” it screeched, darting around the farm and startling the animals. “Make it stop!” Doris begged, covering her ears with her wings.

Finally, there was the Tap-Dancing Tern, a bird that landed on the barn roof and began tap-dancing to an invisible beat. “This is incredible!” Barry said, his eyes wide with wonder. “I’ve never seen anything like it!”

The farm animals, however, were less impressed. “These birds are ridiculous,” Gertrude honked. “Why is he so fascinated with them when we’re right here?”


Sir Whiskerton’s Intervention

Realizing that Barry’s obsession was causing tension among the farm’s feathered residents, Sir Whiskerton decided to intervene. “Barry,” he said, approaching the birdwatcher, “I think it’s time you took a closer look at the birds you already have.”

Barry looked confused. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Sir Whiskerton said, gesturing to Doris, Gertrude, and Ferdinand, “these birds are just as fascinating as any rare species. Doris is a master of organization, Gertrude is a natural leader, and Ferdinand is a singing sensation. Why not appreciate what’s right in front of you?”

Barry hesitated, then nodded. “You’re right. I’ve been so focused on finding rare birds that I’ve overlooked the ones right here. Let’s see what they have to offer.”


Barry’s Change of Heart

Barry spent the rest of the day observing the farm’s resident birds, and he quickly realized how special they were. He watched as Doris organized the chickens with military precision, admired Gertrude’s graceful leadership of the geese, and even joined Ferdinand for an impromptu duet. “You’re right,” Barry said, closing his journal. “These birds are amazing. I don’t need to search for rare species when I have such wonderful birds right here.”

The farm animals, mollified by Barry’s newfound appreciation, welcomed him into their community. “It’s about time,” Doris said, clucking approvingly. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a feed schedule to organize.”


The Moral of the Story

As the sun set over the farm, the animals reflected on the day’s events.

The moral of the story, dear reader, is this: Sometimes, the most extraordinary things are right in front of us. Whether you’re a birdwatcher, a singing duck, or a cat with a knack for solving mysteries, it’s important to appreciate the beauty and uniqueness of the world around you. And while the allure of the rare and exotic can be tempting, there’s no substitute for the joy of the familiar.


A Happy Ending

With Barry’s obsession with rare birds behind him, the farm returned to its usual calm. The Glitterwing Gull, Honking Hummingbird, and Tap-Dancing Tern eventually flew off, leaving behind a trail of glitter, honks, and tap shoes. Barry, now a beloved member of the farm community, continued to observe the birds—but this time, with a newfound appreciation for the common ones.

As for Sir Whiskerton, he returned to his favorite sunbeam, content in the knowledge that he had once again brought harmony to the farm. And so, dear reader, we leave our heroes with the promise of new adventures, new birds, and hopefully, no more glitter. Until next time, may your days be filled with laughter, love, and just a little bit of feline genius.

The End.

I have told this story before, but it’s a great one

It wasn’t me, it was what my buddy said.

My buddy was 17, the legal drinking age was 18, and he would be turning 18 on Sunday. But he wanted a party in the bar Saturday night to celebrate. So we all go down to the small town bar. A good time was had by all, until about 11:00 pm, when the police do a walk through. Being a small town, they notice that they hadn’t seen my buddy in the bar before. They ask for his ID, and he is underage. They write him up an illegal possession of alcohol, the fine is about the equivalent of 15 dozen beer.

This happened a long time ago, so giving dollars wouldn’t mean much.

My buddy wants me as a witness, to say that I didn’t see him drinking, and the beer on the table wasn’t his. I hadn’t seen him drinking, because I had only arrived 10 minutes before, and so I could tell the truth and get him off. There is a different charge they could have used, with a lesser fine, for being underage in a bar.

He is called before the judge, and the police officer is sitting in the back of the court.

The judge asks my buddy how old he is, and he says 18. The judge says. It says here you were found in the bar, last Saturday night and were under age. He says, yes thats true.

The judge asks when was your birthday. My friend says Sunday. The judge burst out laughing, and says a dollar a day fine, please pay the clerk a dollar. My friend says, but I wasn’t drinking, I have a witness. The judge says, don’t push your luck. its a dollar, do you want to have a trial.

I never had to testify.

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Chairman Mao is an accurate prophet!

In 1956, Chairman Mao proposed that we would spend 75 years, That is, surpassing the United States after the 15th Five-Year Plans!

China has been proceeding in a planned and step-by-step manner!

Xi Jinping is implementing 14 five-year plans.

  1. 1949(PRC founding day)+75=2024;
  2. 1956+75=2031

Our goal is to catch up with and surpass the United States. The United States has only more than 100 million people, and China has more than 600 million people. We should catch up with the United States.

Comrade Li Fuchun made a report, didn’t he say that it shouldn’t be a hundred years to catch up with the United States? I also agree with this view. It will take several decades, depending on everyone’s hard work, at least fifty years, maybe seventy-five years, seventy-five years is fifteen five-year plans.

Only when we catch up with the United States and surpass the United States, we can breathe a sigh of relief. Now we are not like a big country, we will be bullied by them.

We are such a big country, boasting a lot of cowhide: China has a history of thousands of years, vast territory, abundant resources and large population, etc.

But we only produce more than 2 million tons of steel a year, Until now, we have only begun to build cars, and the output is still very small. It is really not like a big country.

Therefore, all sectors of the country, including business circles and democratic parties, should strive to build China into a rich and powerful country.

We should have this responsibility in the whole world.

There is one Chinese among the four people in the world.

We must work hard and we must not disappoint everyone. “

  • Mao zedong

How did China get so powerful in the 21st century?

  • 1.Cultural Revolution! (文化大革命)
  • 2.Hard work, self-reliance! (艰苦奋斗,自力更生)

There is an old saying in China: “One cannot make an omelet without breaking eggs”, which means you have to destroy yourself to have a brand new life. Nations, or civilizations, like China and India, they have lived too long, their ancient glories have long been gone, and they were old, sick, rotten and dying when the western powers rose. their old body didn’t work in the new era and they need new blood to survive. Emperors, nobles or higher-castes, landlords, these are people with vested interests, these people are greedy and weak. They control the country but refuse to change. China destroyed, or been destroyed, herself totally from outside to inside, through fire and blood. She paid her price, almost lost every thing, nearly destroyed their own old culture. China was reborn and is now young and healthy. India tried to save herself, bought a new dress called “democracy” , but her inside is still the old one. The nobles and landlords are still there. India is trapped by these parasites together with the thousands of years of traditions and culture.

In 2015, the Nobel Prize in physiology or medicine was announced, and Tu Youyou, a Chinese scientist, won the prize, which also marked a breakthrough of zero Nobel Prize in Chinese scientific research. However, the discovery of artemisinin is the scientific research achievement during the cultural revolution in China.

Whether it is the synthesis of bovine crystalline insulin, the discovery of artemisinin, a good antimalarial drug, or the research and development of hybrid rice, these scientific research achievements were born from 1960 to 1975. What factors promoted Chinese researchers to achieve this remarkable achievement in that era (including two bombs and one satellite)?


An old engineer revealed the secret of China’s rapid scientific and technological progress during the cultural revolution

Mr. Tian visited an old engineer not long ago.

He participated in the technical research process of “two bombs and one satellite”.

He said that China’s technical force at that time was far inferior to the Soviet Union and the U.S. in terms of personnel number and technical equipment level, but China’s time from atomic bomb explosion to breaking through the obstacles of hydrogen bomb technology was much shorter than that of the Soviet Union and the U.S..

He said that such a “miracle” was not accidental. According to his own experience, there were three key mysteries of technological progress during the cultural revolution, and these mysteries could not be possessed by other capitalist countries.

1.key reason is true technological democracy.

He said that because of the criticism of reactionary academic authority at the time, the newspapers sternly criticized all kinds of inability to truly serve the people, deliberately making things difficult for others, just wanting to gain personal benefits and autocratic academic style.

Therefore, few people dare to regard themselves as authorities and superiors, Form a highly democratic atmosphere within the research team.

Fresh graduates from the university and veteran scientists can debate together. Sometimes they arguing about technical issues all night long, or even quarreling. Old scientists like Deng Jiaxian(邓稼先) often argue with young people.

Such full academic democracy has brought rapid progress in thought and technology.

It has not only accelerated the speed of technological progress, but also accelerated the growth process of the technological echelon in the process.

The old engineer also said that at that time, due to the universal equality of human relations, many social and class barriers virtually did not exist, some old workers also participated in the discussion at the table, and many detailed problems and technological obstacles were able to brainstorm.

As a result, the whole project process was relatively balanced, rather than limited to the first breakthrough of key technologies, This avoids the failure caused by the details in the follow-up test.

Therefore, at that time, the tests of many projects were almost a success.

All problems and hidden dangers were often in the middle of technical democracy, which had been fully “released” and paid attention to, and there were a lot of plans and designs in advance.

2.key point is to completely get rid of the “concept of private technology”.

The old engineer recalled that no matter what kind of research institutions, no matter how much effort they have spent, as long as they hold a letter of introduction and meet the confidentiality regulations, all their latest achievements will be presented to you unconditionally without any reservation.

This cannot be done in any country.

If technological innovation is related to the potential interests of the market, of course, it needs to be kept secret.

Even if it is only related to the evaluation of personal professional titles and academic status, relevant personnel must have the need to hide their Proprietary technology.

However, in China at that time, all private ideas were thoroughly criticized, and many evaluation systems that helped to consolidate private ideas were destroyed, So people can open their Research results to the public as never before.

In this way, as long as any research institute or researcher has made a breakthrough in technology, it is no longer necessary for other relevant personnel or projects to carry out repeated work, and they can share the latest technological achievements without cost.

Completely abolishing the concept of private ownership is the real possibility of “national technical cooperation”.

The limited technical force and funds can be saved and effectively utilized unprecedentedly, avoiding many possible wastes.

3. reason is the highly sensitive coordination mechanism, which is almost “like human arm and fingers”.

The old engineer mentioned that there was a synchronization control problem in the middle of the satellite project.

At that time, it could only be realized mechanically, which required four identical small springs.

The project unit reported to Marshal Nie Rongzhen(聂荣臻), the leader in charge, because Shanghai has a strong industrial force and hopes to ask Comrade Shanghai for help.

Marshal Nie Rongzhen called Zhang Chunqiao(张春桥), vice premier of the State Council. Zhang Chunqiao immediately contacted Ma Tianshui(马天水), Secretary of the Shanghai municipal Party committee. Ma Tianshui convened a meeting of old workers and technicians from dozens of units in Shanghai overnight.

An old worker in a school run factory said he could achieve it.

After he went back, he made the spring that met the requirements overnight, which took less than 24 hours.

In the middle of this process, no one bargained terms and prices, so almost no negotiation time and transaction costs were spent.

Mr. Tian also visited a teacher of Nanjing University not long ago.

He participated in and presided over China’s computer project in 1969.

According to him, At that time, there was no need to look for relationships at all for the establishment of the project. The government directly allocated 10 million yuan to Nanjing University based on the advantages of the technical strength of each unit, even without greeting in advance, and designated it for the electronic computer project.

After the project office was established, he did not need to go to the Jiangsu Provincial Party Committee, but the central government designated the Jiangsu Provincial Party Committee to cooperate with the research work of Nanjing University at the same time as the project was established, and unconditionally undertake the coordination work of the project.

Several state-owned factories of the Ministry of Electronics immediately carried out cooperative tests according to the research progress and requirements.

Relevant departments in Jiangsu Province and Nanjing City are directly under the leadership of the project team and are highly closely integrated with “production units, universities, and research institutes”.

The project funds are absolutely not allowed to be used by individuals for private purposes. Many factories participate in the project on the basis of their own technology and process accumulation, and existing technologies and processes do not repeat investment and spend money.

The background of the computer project is that in 1963, Mao Zedong said that to continue the great leap forward, we should not always follow the foreigners to engage in “crawling ism”, and we should try our best to adopt the existing advanced technology and track the advanced level of scientific and technological development.

To this end, the Central Science Group and the Party Group of the National Science and Technology Commission proposed in December 1963 the report on the scientific and technological development plan from 1963 to 1972, the outline of the scientific and technological development plan, and the plan for scientific and technological undertakings. This plan is based on the original plan. Based on the twelve-year science and technology development plan from 1956 to 1967, the overall requirement is to mobilize and organize the nation’s scientific and technological forces to resolve the key issues in China’s socialist construction on a self-reliant basis. On scientific and technological issues, we should master the science and technology of the 1960s in important and urgently needed areas, and strive to achieve a great leap forward on the road to approach and catch up with the world’s advanced scientific and technological level.

In this way, after the initial political stability during the cultural revolution, many science and technology projects were broken down and implemented to specific research institutions.

In addition to Nanjing University, Tsinghua University was also a key unit for the implementation of computer projects.

By the late 1970s, fruitful results had been produced.

A professor from Tsinghua told me that the level of computer technology at that time, In fact, China and the United States were basically synchronized.

Later, these projects were dismounted like the fate of the “yun-10 aircraft”.

Tsinghua University produced monocrystalline silicon in the mid-1970s, but later stopped research.

Another person told me that a research unit set up a monocrystalline silicon project a few years ago, received tens of millions of research funding, and finally went to the United States to manufacture monocrystalline silicon to complete the project.

This is especially worth pondering by those who sincerely care about China’s technological progress.

At that time, China was able to track the world’s advanced level with limited technical force.

The advantage was that the national technical force had no cost cooperation, limited funds and human resources could be used intensively, made centralized breakthroughs on the basis of the close combination of industry, University and research, reduced the cost of mutual learning, and realized the rapid maturity and growth of the research team.

The problem for China today is that China is not only lagging behind, it has completely lost the motivation to catch up in the “short-sighted” vision of market rules, and there is a huge gap between China’s technical strength and funding and Western countries.

To insist on blindly copying the Western technological development line is destined to produce bad consequences.

Precious images of the test flight of yun-10 aircraft in the 1970s

Tempest Phoenix Smith

Emerald smiled the smouldering smile required and gave a coy wave with her fingers which implied she would be right back. No point in trying to say anything under the crashing heavy metal music that echoed from wall to wall inside the nightclub.The player’s greedy eyes reflected her gold spangles, no doubt already imagining her satisfying his every craving. Not so much player as predator—assuming she was his prey.Even a shade for hire needed to powder her nose now and then, realign her parameters due to excessive sensory input so as to continue being as flawless as only a nonhuman could. A shadow imitation of a human being though real enough to all appearances, ultimately disposable like any other gadget when it wore out to be replaced by a newer model. The only visible difference was the serial number tattooed on wrists as well as ankles.She banged through the door painted in pink with the grey silhouette of an archaic woman wearing petticoats and carrying a fan, catching the edge before it could slam against the wall.“Don’t know your own strength,” a player once complained when she squeezed too hard but she relented and moderated the pressure to provide pleasure rather than pain.Emerald ignored the plug-in-point waiting in a niche to her right because she was almost fully charged despite the vigorous hour of dancing. One of several advantages to being the latest iteration of entertainment shade.

Every cubicle door hung partly open. Ignoring the sound of her elevated synthetic heartbeat, she listened for the least whisper of anyone else in the stalls.

Alone. She wrapped the security of that feeling around her as she walked all the way to the eleventh stall. Not the twelfth because that was the one that any humans fussy about hygiene tended to use in the mistaken assumption that nobody else would bother walking so far.

Emerald entered and closed the door, relishing the privacy as if it were a holy blessing from an unknown goddess. A moment later, she crouched and jumped to catch the top of the partition, pulling herself high enough to reach behind the oblong boxy air-conditioning unit and pull out her hidden stash.

Almost dropped one of the shoes into the toilet but recovered faster than a human would. Aimed each item with precision to land on the floor instead: flat shoes, cleaner’s grey uniform and multi-pocketed apron, dingy brown wig.

She stuffed her glittering dancing shoes deep into two of the pockets then slipped on the flat shoes before pulling the grey uniform over her head. The plastic zipper snagged briefly but she eased it all the way to her neckline, pleased with how the shapeless outfit entirely concealed her gold spangles.

Inflating her stomach as she had practiced to make her outline less appealing, she tugged on the ugly wig, quelled her impatience as she tucked in every filament of her blond hair.

Listening again, head tilted to one side, she detected not the least murmur of another shade’s internal rhythms or the noisier heartbeat of a human.

Emerald waved her hand at the flush detector just in case and exited the cubicle to admire her altered reflection in the rank of mirrors. Checked her dingy brown hairline for any betraying blond wisps. Those green eyes would give her away, but a cleaner would never make eye contact with a human, so as long as she remembered that, she should survive.

With a much slower gait and a gentle push on the door, she abandoned the scene of her rebirth and nudged her way further down the corridor. Retrieving a mop and bucket from the broom closet which smelled of bleach, she carried these items like a drudge would, staring down at the floor as though needing to follow a dotted line to her next destination.

Steam, random food smells and the almost soundless efficiency of cooking bots integrated in the counter space welcomed her to the large automated kitchen which separated the nightclub from the restaurant. All they knew was ingredients, recipes, and the next order that arrived into their limited awareness. She had sometimes envied their blissful following of routine orders, their ignorance of what the humans they served could be like.

No ceiling sensors monitoring movement here. No shade would trespass unless unpacking a delivery and those never arrived at night. No human would enter unless to carry out more elevated maintenance tasks, implanting new menu options to appeal to the latest craze.

Her rapid pulse urged her to speed up, but she kept to the same slow, deliberate pace.

Finally, as she reached the delivery door, she raised her gaze.

With the top of the mop handle, she pushed the red Emergency Exit button then sharply reversed the long stick faster than a human could, so the mop head blocked the aperture of the lens that pushing the button had triggered.

The door hissed open, yielding a wide rectangle of darkness, open air.

Emerald carried mop and bucket with her into the alley behind the nightclub.

Her eyes adjusted instantly. No detritus on the concrete, no garbage overflowing dumpsters like in the last century vid that one of the players liked watching with her where humans apparently met for desperate sex back in the old days.

The much-accessed map of the maze of alleyways that she wasn’t legally allowed to access unfolded inside her mind as she started to run. Turning left, then right, then left again, she soon dropped mop and bucket into the wide mouth of a drain but kept all her other possessions.

She kept running, leaving behind the insults and the bruises, the feeling of being a hostage who would never be set free.

“Shut up—you’re just a shade.”

The command of those careless words setting an invisible gag over her mouth. Unable to articulate another word until given permission, she pushed the feelings inward, let them flame around her synthetic heart to create, one flicker at a time, an invisible bonfire of rage.

Emerald raced on the flat shoes of a cleaner with the speed of the most recent iteration of a pleasure shade away from the middle and toward the edge of the City Complex, pausing only to flatten herself against a wall when a bulky emergency vehicle roared in her direction.

The hypnotic words which used to repeat at random intervals inside her display space, an isolated glass cube prior to purchase, seemed to keep pace with her running. “Indefatigable and yours to command, our latest iteration will satisfy your every demand.”

Due to the mirrored surface, she never saw the humans gawking at her, but danced obliviously to intermittent music or did yoga that showed off her flexibility. Recently, one of the players insisted on taking her to view the transparent cubicles where others of her series could be selected for purchase like exotic tropical fish.

She watched one oblivious prisoner, identical to herself except for having auburn hair and a beauty mark on one cheek, dance to the pulse of inaudible music. Hearing the comments that humans made, she wanted to break the glass and set them both free.

That a nightclub bought her rather than an individual human made everything so much worse. Every player, with one exception, took what they wanted and gave nothing other than the automated credits added directly to the nightclub’s profits.

Right turn, right again, then left twice and jumping over a wide gulley where water gushed.

Her expansive ability for conversation almost never accessed except by the one human who liked to watch vids with her. Emerald would miss him but he could never have kept up with her pace.

I was a DJ in a bar 7 nights a week. On country music night we had our usual guests with two regular older gentlemen.

They loved to dance with the younger ladies and the ladies loved them. One of the older guys was really dancing up a storm.

Suddenly he collapsed dead on the dance floor! CPR was performed but to no use.

He was pronounced dead.

I was told he had been feeling badly all day but he refused to go to the hospital.

He had a bad heart.

That night he was drinking heavily I’m thinking because of the pain.

I think he wanted to die doing what he loved with his young lady dancers around him. He will always be in our hearts.

On ladies night we had male strippers in the early part of the night.

Ladies were not allowed to grab the men.

One woman was extremely intoxicated and kept grabbing at the guys.

I announced that she needed to stay in her seat or she would be removed.

She still tried to get up and grab a dancer when her girlfriend grabbed her by her shirt and pulled her back down to her seat.

She missed the seat and hit her head on the table causing a terrible gash on her head.

I told the manager to call 911 and the drunk woman still was trying to grab the dancer not even realizing how bad her cut was.

I stopped the music and was waiting for the paramedics to come in.

As they came in the women started hollering and screaming for them to take it off!

The poor paramedics were red faced!

They finally got the woman loaded up and headed off.

On with the show!

Texas Chuck Wagon Chili

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Ingredients

  • 1 (3 pound) beef chuck roast, cut into small stew size chunks (including fat)
  • 6 tablespoons chili powder
  • 3 tablespoons ground oregano
  • 6 cloves garlic, minced
  • 3 tablespoons ground cumin
  • 1 tablespoon cayenne (less if you don’t like it really hot)
  • 1 1/2 to 2 quarts water
  • 1/3 cup Masa Harina or cornmeal

Instructions

  1. Using some of the fat, render fat for browning rest of meat. Brown meat in a cast iron Dutch oven.
  2. Add chili powder, oregano, garlic, cumin and cayenne. Stir to coat meat.
  3. Add water and stir. Bring liquid to boil and simmer, covered, for 1 to 11/2 hours.
  4. Make a thick paste of Masa Harina or cornmeal and add to chili. Stir to prevent lumping.
  5. Remove lid and simmer for 30 to 45 minutes longer (more if you like) to thicken and reduce stew to desired consistency.

Notes

You may need to cut down on the seasonings to suit more tender, non-Texas palates.

China’s Economic Influence: Has It Prevented Global Economic Collapse or Is It Surging Toward Superpower Status?

China’s role in the global economy has been transformative, shaping trade, inflation, and financial stability for decades. The claim that “the West and the world’s economy would have collapsed long ago without the Chinese economy” is not without merit. Several key factors illustrate China’s pivotal role in stabilizing and supporting global economic growth, especially during times of financial crisis.

1) Deflationary Pressure & Affordable Goods: The WTO Factor

Before China joined the World Trade Organization (WTO) in 2001, inflation in Western countries, particularly the U.S., was a persistent issue. In the 1970s and 1980s, U.S. inflation often exceeded 10% annually, leading to a series of interest rate hikes and economic stagnation.

• After China’s WTO accession, a massive influx of cheap consumer goods flooded Western markets, reducing production costs and mitigating inflationary pressures.

• China became the “world’s factory,” providing cost-efficient manufacturing, allowing Western economies to keep consumer prices low while maintaining corporate profits.

• This deflationary effect was especially significant in consumer electronics, textiles, and industrial goods, keeping inflation artificially low for decades despite continued money printing by central banks.

Without China, the U.S. and Europe would have faced much higher inflation, stagnant wages, and possibly slower economic growth due to the higher costs of domestic manufacturing.

2) China’s Money Injection & U.S. Financial Crises

China played a critical role in preventing the U.S. from collapsing during financial crises by injecting liquidity into the global economy.

• 2008 Global Financial Crisis:

• The People’s Bank of China (PBOC) unleashed a $586 billion stimulus package (around 13% of China’s GDP at the time) to sustain global trade and growth.

• China’s aggressive stimulus propped up demand for commodities, stabilized global markets, and helped prevent deeper deflationary shocks in the U.S. and Europe.

• China continued buying U.S. debt (Treasuries), preventing a dollar collapse and keeping interest rates artificially low.

• Dot-Com Bubble (2000-2002):

• After the U.S. stock market crashed due to overvaluation of tech stocks, China’s continued economic expansion provided alternative sources of growth and investment, softening the global impact.

China’s massive monetary policies not only sustained the West’s financial systems but also became an engine of global recovery at crucial moments.

3) China’s Role in the 1997 Asian Financial Crisis

During the 1997 Asian Financial Crisis, many Southeast Asian economies collapsed under the attack of speculative hedge funds, particularly those led by George Soros and other Western financiers. These hedge funds shorted Asian currencies, causing massive devaluations.

China’s response was decisive:

• The Chinese yuan remained stable, refusing to devalue despite regional currency crashes.

• This prevented a full-scale collapse of the region’s economies and stopped Soros from profiting further off currency attacks.

• China’s continued trade and investment with ASEAN countries helped revive growth in the aftermath.

Without China’s stabilizing role, Asian economies could have taken a decade longer to recover, which would have also damaged Western markets reliant on Asian exports and supply chains.

4) China’s Housing and Education Crisis – Intentional Policy for Stability

There is a misconception that China’s housing and education challenges are signs of collapse, when in reality, they are deliberate policy moves to control inflation and speculative bubbles.

• Housing Market Crackdown:

• China curbed real estate speculation (through the “Three Red Lines” policy), targeting overleveraged developers like Evergrande to prevent systemic collapse.

• Unlike the U.S. subprime crisis of 2008, China is actively managing its property market slowdown rather than letting it spiral into a financial catastrophe.

• Education Sector Reform:

• China’s crackdown on for-profit tutoring and education monopolies was a strategy to lower the cost of living for families and encourage higher birth rates.

• By reducing the financial burden of education, China prevents long-term wealth inequality and social unrest that could destabilize its economy.

While Western analysts often view these actions as signs of economic weakness, they are actually long-term strategies to prevent inflationary crises and ensure sustainable growth.

Other Key Factors Demonstrating China’s Economic Backbone

5) Technological Supremacy & Industrial Growth

China is no longer just a manufacturing hub—it is rapidly advancing in semiconductors, AI, quantum computing, 5G, and electric vehicles (EVs). The U.S. has actively tried to limit China’s access to high-tech industries, but China is accelerating self-sufficiency in critical technologies.

6) De-Dollarization & Global Trade Shifts

• China is leading a shift away from U.S. dollar dependency, signing bilateral trade agreements in yuan with countries like Russia, Saudi Arabia, and Brazil.

• The BRICS expansion (including major oil-producing nations like Saudi Arabia and UAE) signals a shift towards a multipolar economic system, reducing Western financial dominance.

7) Belt and Road Initiative (BRI) & Global Infrastructure

• China’s Belt and Road Initiative (BRI) has expanded its influence across Asia, Africa, and Europe, funding trillions in infrastructure projects.

• This creates economic dependencies, allowing China to leverage global trade routes, resources, and political influence.

8) Today, as Trump ramps up his tariff war against the world and consequent US recession, the world is looking to Chinese economy and market for help.

Is China Collapsing or Surging Toward Superpower Status?

Despite Western media narratives of China’s “economic collapse,” the data suggests a fundamental shift in the global balance of power rather than a crisis.

Arguments Against Collapse:

1. China’s economy is still growing at 4-5% annually, while Western economies struggle with inflation and stagnation.

2. The yuan is gaining international credibility, with major economies accepting it for trade.

3. The U.S. debt crisis is worsening, while China maintains controlled leverage despite real estate issues.

4. China’s shift to high-tech industries, green energy, and AI suggests a transition to a self-reliant superpower economy rather than collapse.

Challenges China Faces:

• Demographic decline (aging population) requires economic adjustments.

• Geopolitical tensions with the U.S. could slow down technological progress if sanctions persist.

• Internal reforms (housing, finance, consumption-led growth) must succeed to sustain economic resilience.

Final Conclusion:

China is not collapsing but rather transitioning from an export-driven economy to a high-tech, consumption-based superpower. While short-term economic adjustments create temporary instability, China’s long-term trajectory remains upward—with its industrial dominance, financial strategies, and global influence still expanding.

If anything, it is the West that faces long-term stagnation and potential financial crises, with mounting debt, deindustrialization, and declining global leverage. The next decade will determine whether China fully overtakes the U.S. in economic dominance—or whether internal adjustments slow its ascent.

It is likely that China’s GDP will reach parity with USA by 2028.

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This maybe not an useful information.

I don’t really know the location(s) of the mind control machine. This comment is upon the merger of dreams, guess and thinking, and some coincidence. My feeling tell me that I’ll find it out after read this page, but before that, I’m on Google maps.
(It’s almost always not a good idea to find this kind of thing on Google maps.)

From Bunbury, Western Australia, along the National Route 1 to the south. You can see the railway besides with no overhead line, and which is some times crossing.

https://maps.app.goo.gl/5XAB25EYB5PbADG57
My feeling tell me to turn left, but I’m keep forward.

https://maps.app.goo.gl/ks7MRsj4evk86dZH7
Then an “end flag” here.

https://maps.app.goo.gl/FAMkuvZgFkiBe4SL6
And the track is turning right and leaves forever.

https://maps.app.goo.gl/vWY4CEJjnoSZVzyVA
Wheatley Coast Road, with… no wheat and coast. So I turn left. And so far, this is the only Australian road I drive in my dream.

(The view of my dreams that I in right-hand traffic if I notice about it. The trees are broadleaf in any of my “this-Earth-like” dreams, though I don’t know the locations of which in this reality. And you can see the trees which are look like in German, Austria and northern France in this reality in summer, or in Euro Truck Simulator 2.)

https://maps.app.goo.gl/LU7XpQSw2KaPi2in9
End, but I’m keep going.

(Of course that I wouldn’t see this sign. So I’m keep forward.) And the logic in dream doesn’t need to match to this reality.

https://maps.app.goo.gl/p2tu3Atyru73XpLE9
It’s seem not such good. (It’s no road work in my dream.)

https://maps.app.goo.gl/HKkAppF9KV1vtcJ59
(Here’re far away from Virginia, USA.)

https://maps.app.goo.gl/3Xd6EBfe5K4itVf47
The “Cut”. I notice that I’m driving the road train. “Why I’m driving the truck here with 3 or 4 trailers?” The trailers of big electronic or electric devices, and power producer, and the other things maybe that’s for construction.

https://maps.app.goo.gl/2fvpwKgHLu9TdLKq6
And pass here quickly.

In the area between National Route 1 and State Route 102, maybe you can see there’re spotted pardalotes, Southern emu-wrens, brush bronzewings and laughing kookaburras.

I have no idea where I was arrived in dreams. In actually, I just woke up from dreams. Only one of those dreams is drive the road train with weird cargo in weird place. Power producer, this Earth so-called human haven’t this kind of device. I don’t know what it is in the dream, but actually I’m familier with this kind of device though I don’t really know about it right now. And I didn’t notice that I have 4 trailers or just 3, that the lost trailer is wepaon. And maybe that the machine on trailer cause some different in my notice.

https://www.google.com/maps/@-34.5066576,116.4408091,10z

Here is a coincidence that I wrote this comment yesterday, and today I see here’re rail track on the top of this page.

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