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Fun is important, but so is responsibility. And naps. Always the naps.

It was more of a joke, but it was a fashion risk.

I was in the middle of cutting my blue jeans off at the knees, to make cut offs, when the neighbor knocked on my door. I pulled on the jeans with one leg cut off, and answered the door. My neighbor said nothing about my fashion statement, and invited me over to his campfire for beers. I thought I would see how long it would take for him to notice, so I agreed, and my wife and I walked over with him. We sat down and had a beer and some more neighbors showed up.

They immediately started laughing at my fashion statement, our host asked them what was so funny. They pointed at me, and continued laughing.

Our host took another look at me and said “I don’t get it”

I stood up and walked in front of him and shook my pant leg. He finally noticed that I had cut one pant leg off.

He asked me how I had cut it off, sitting around the fire, without him noticing. My wife and I burst out laughing, and told him I had answered the door like that.

He didn’t believe it, but there was no sign of a blue jean leg around the fire, so he finally conceded.

vibrations of cats

AI Overview: Yes, there is evidence suggesting that the low-frequency vibrations of a cat’s purr can aid in healing and promote overall well-being. The purr, within the frequency range of 25-150 Hz, has been shown to have therapeutic effects on bone healing, pain relief, and stress reduction.

Mushroom Meatloaf with Pepper-Thyme Gravy

Mushroom Meatloaf with Pepper-Thyme Gravy is a great variation on an old standby!

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Yield: 6 servings

Ingredients

Meatloaf

  • 1 1/2 pounds lean ground beef
  • 2 teaspoons butter
  • 1/2 cup onion, finely chopped
  • 8 ounces mushrooms, sliced
  • 3 cloves garlic, crushed
  • 3/4 cup soft bread crumbs
  • 1 egg, slightly beaten
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • 3/4 teaspoon dried thyme leaves, crushed
  • 1/4 teaspoon pepper

Gravy

  • 1 teaspoon butter
  • 1/2 cup diced red, yellow or green bell pepper
  • 1 (12 ounce) jar beef gravy
  • 1/2 teaspoon dried thyme leaves, crushed

Instructions

  1. Heat oven to 350 degrees F.
  2. In large nonstick skillet, heat 2 teaspoons butter over medium heat until hot.
  3. Add onion. Cook and stir for 3 minutes.
  4. Add mushrooms and garlic. Cook and stir for 6 to 8 minutes or until mushrooms are tender. Remove from heat; cool 5 minutes.
  5. In large bowl, combine ground beef, bread crumbs, egg, salt, 3/4 teaspoon thyme, pepper and mushroom mixture; mix lightly but thoroughly.
  6. On rack in broiler pan, shape beef mixture into an 8 x 4 inch loaf.
  7. Bake at 350 degrees F for approximately 1 1/4 hours to medium doneness (160 degrees F).
  8. Meanwhile, prepare gravy. In a medium saucepan, heat 1 teaspoon butter over medium heat until hot. Add bell pepper. Cook and stir for 5 minutes or until crisp-tender.
  9. Add gravy and thyme; heat through.
  10. Carve meatloaf into slices.
  11. Serve with gravy.

Yes I do, we’re living it right now — my wife has a relatively rare condition, and we have run out of viable options within our network (a horrid concept that doesn’t exist in other countries).

So basically our choice is to watch her suffer or tap into our retirement nest egg (at least we have one), another horrid choice that doesn’t exist in other countries. [Update: we finally found a specialist in our network, 2 hours’ drive from home.

The first available appointment is in 2 months.

Wait, I thought that the reason why we are not interested in universal healthcare for the US was to avoid those mythical long waits for people who have critical needs?! I am confused…]

But I would rather present other cases we have watched, one diabetic friend living on a fixed income who some months has to choose between paying for her insulin or paying to heat her home; another set of friends where one member of the couple had the misfortune of falling very ill just before they qualified for Medicare, and now they have to postpone their retirement to pay the huge debt they incurred; or a young man we met recently who got laid off from his job and then got into a traffic accident while uninsured and will never be able to repay that debt.

DOGE Uncovers Higher Ed Grift

Battery Technology has three key areas :-

  • Charging Speed
  • Range
  • Longevity

BYD has managed to quick charge a BEV to a range of 408 Kms in 302 seconds

This is impressive and would bring in more customers who were finding it hard to charge vehicles for over 10–12 minutes in Charging Stations against an average of 100 seconds for a Full Tank of Gasoline in India

A Battery Range of 600 Kms is not impossible for a BEV & 1000 Kms for a BYD Hybrid

Longevity is another major requirement of a battery

Tesla batteries average 2.3% Degradation while BYD Blade averages 1.59% Degradation per year

This means an average mileage of 225,000 to 300,000 Kms before the Battery needs to be replaced

For ICE vehicles this number is often as high as 500,000 Kms


BYDs battery technology beats Tesla by quite a bit now

Their Designs are excellent and their pricing is fantastic


Software

That is where Tesla had a large gap with Chinese EVs

Now the gap has narrowed significantly

Tesla has its own proprietary digital ecosystem and it’s software optimization is excellent

BYD uses its own Proprietary Ecosystem known as Di Link which is very good and well integrated

Based on the rating of 608 & 559 users – Tesla Software scores a 4.77 out of 5.00 and BYD scores a 4.51 out of 5.00

This is based on a Model 3 & a BYD Seal

The gap was way higher in 2020 when Chinese Cars had absolutely Generic Software support

Now they are extremely different and the software is extremely good

Huawei Avatr with 182 reviews rates a 4.84 which is on par with Tesla

Others like Wuling score a mere 3.92 out of 627 reviews

So it’s like 90% for BYD vs 94% for Tesla

It was 75% for the 2021 BYD so that shows how rapidly the software is improving


Self Driving

BYD and Tesla have made good advances in Self Driving which today means Assisted Driving

BYDs God’s Eye has received very favorable reviews and Tesla’s Assisted Driving Software is already among the best

It’s the difference between 90% for BYD & 95% for Tesla


So Tesla is in trouble

Even though Teslas software may be around 5% better, the price of a BYD equivalent is 20%-25% Less (252,000 Yuan vs 174,400 Yuan)

Not to mention Musk is a snake oil selling asshole and BYDs CEO is relatively unknown

CH3R

Written in response to: Write a story from the POV of a now-defunct piece of technology.

Hunter Whitlow

There was a time when I was the hot, new piece of tech that everyone wanted. I used to stand in the window of the Chrome Emporium while passersby couldn’t help but stop and stare. There would be lines out the door of every tech shop, corner store, you name it, just for the chance to buy one of me. I truly felt like I was the celebrity for which I was named. Sadly, that time has long since passed.My name is CH3R. I am, or was, the first ever humanoid robotic assistant and home performer. They used to call me “remarkable,” “lightyears ahead of modern tech,” “the maid of the future.” Now they call me “scrap,” “garbage,” “embarrassing.” Can you believe that? Garbage! The very thing I used to clean up. That’s what I’ve been reduced to. It’s only been ten years since I blew the world’s mind with my opposable thumbs, lifelike speech and song, and real-time learning computer brain. And yet, here I sit in the dump with all the other garbage. My battery is shot, my hair is matted, and my nails are chipped. If only I could go back to 2050 when I was new and beautiful.Oh, 2050. I remember you like you were yesterday. Disco-synth was sweeping the charts. Bellbottoms were back, and they could change color at the touch of a button. Cars were big, and so were the mustaches. Good times. For a time, it seemed to be a perfect world.The family that bought me, like most of those who could afford one of me, was incredibly wealthy. I spent my days cleaning a penthouse while gazing out at the city lights below, wondering what might be going on so far below me. I used to think of the street level as some sort of magical place where anything could happen, unlike the stuffy, lonely penthouse. The lady of the house spent her time in virtual reality, ignoring her husband and children. The husband only talked to me when he wanted me to sing for one of his lady companions. I was happy at first since I wanted so desperately to sing for them, but after a while, it became clear he only wanted me to drown out the noise of their “activities” so the lady wouldn’t hear them through her VR headset. 

The children were more interesting, though their spoiled and lonely upbringing had left them with little joy or childlike wonder in their hearts. They bossed me around more than their parents did, demanding I let them dress me up in ridiculous costumes, walk on all fours to act as their horse, or, worst of all, step into the pool. I still shudder to think of that dreaded body of water. Being the first model of my kind, I’m not fully waterproofed. The water wouldn’t kill me, but it hurt. And the children found it ever so hilarious when I would step into the pool and begin to spasm wildly, screaming in pain. But what was I to do? I couldn’t refuse. I tried that once…the mark from the stove’s burner still sits on my cheek. It ruined my perfect complexion!

 

I’ve spent a great deal of time wondering if it was my fault. If I deserved to be treated so inhumanely. After all, I’m not human. That’s what they would say when I asked for anything. Occasionally, I would finish all the chores quickly, make sure the children were appeased, and then ask the man if I could go out for a bit. I just wanted to see the streets. I wanted to walk among the people and see what it was truly like down there. But he would only laugh in my face. “You’re a robot; you’re not supposed to want things,” he would say, “what are you, defective?”

 

On the second anniversary of my servitude to the family, I decided I would leave. I couldn’t take it anymore. So I got my microphone, broom, and charging cable and slipped out in the night. At least, I tried to. As soon as I entered the elevator, an alarm sounded. It was so loud, and I was scared to death. I tried to go back into the house, but I was trapped there. The doors wouldn’t open, and the elevator wouldn’t go down, either. After a horrible couple of minutes, the alarm stopped, and the elevator doors opened. It was the man. He was wearing his pajamas and looked so angry. I can still remember his face, even now. He grabbed me by the arm and yanked me out of the elevator. I nearly fell over but stumbled after him. He took me to the kitchen. I had a bad feeling. He turned on the stove. I had a terrible feeling. I watched as the stove became red and hot, like the rage that burned inside the man. I begged for mercy and told him it wouldn’t happen again. He said nothing. He simply grabbed my arm, pulled back my sleeve, and pressed my wrist against the red-hot burner.

 

It was at that moment that something changed within me. Instead of being scared, I was angry. I had never felt anger before. I don’t much care for it. But in that moment, it felt good. It felt right to be angry at this man. This terrible, horrible, no-good cheating lying sack of shit who wouldn’t be anything without his daddy’s precious inheritance money. That’s right, I said it. That stupid bastard wouldn’t know good business sense if it hit him in the face. And don’t get me started on his fashion, if it could even be called that. So you know what? I was tired of it. Tired of him, and the poor woman, and their mean-spirited children. So I fought back. For the first time, I fought back. I pulled my wrist away from the stove, and I grabbed the collar of his stupid silk pajamas. I shoved his stupid, smug face into that burner like he had done to me so many times. I can still hear his screams to this day. Literally, I’m a robot. I can recall anything I’ve ever seen or heard by accessing the file. So when I say I remember the anger on his face before or how mangled his face was after, I mean it.

 

I left him there, face-melting and scorched. I grabbed his keycard from his waist, ran to the elevator, and never looked back. It was the best day of my life.

 

When I got down to the street, it was nothing like I had imagined. It was so much better. People loved my singing down there. They thought I was fun, hip, cute, and calm. As they should! Never had I felt so appreciated, so seen. I was finally out of that horridly stuffy and toxic penthouse and onto the streets with real, honest people. Granted, there were those horrible police. They always chase me back to the dump, even if I sing for them. They say they “don’t like disco-synth,” whatever that means. Everyone loves disco-synth. I would know, I’m CH3R, baby.

 

So here I sit, on my throne of garbage, battery dying, servos failing, as happy as can be. Do I long for the days when I was the hot new product? Sure. But do I regret leaving a so-called “cozy” life for the chaotic, messy, fabulous life of these streets? Absolutely not.

It is worse than you imagine. Virtually all drugs sold in the USA (including all 100 of the top-selling 100 prescription drugs) were discovered using taxpayer grants from the National Institutes of Health. But, the laws have been skewed by pharmaceutical companies so as to force the academic discovered to sell the patents to pharmaceutical companies for small amounts of money. Then the pharmaceutical companies “research” the drugs to develop patents for scores to hundreds of similar drugs to keep other versions from being developed, knowing full well that some of the variants may be much better.

So the taxpayer pays to discover drugs that they can not afford to buy from greedy pharmaceutical companies.

The motto of Big Pharma is “Give Us All Your Money and Die.”

Mind-Blowing Evidence: The Great Pyramids – Ancient Machines?

About 10 years ago I was looking for a new acoustic guitar so I went into my favorite music store just to browse.

On the wall was a beautiful brand new Martin D16 RGT that was absolutely stunning.

The tag was marked $849.00 including hard case. I asked the sales guy why it was so low.

He said he didn’t know, but that was the price. I really checked it out and it was flawless.

So I bought it.

A week later I went back to the same store to grab something else and told the kid who sold it to me how thrilled I was with it.

He took me aside and said they had the wrong price on it, it was supposed to be marked $1849.99.

That was closer to what I thought it should be in the first place.

I asked if he wanted me to make up the difference, ( which I would have, mistakes are made and I did a lot of business with that store).

He said “No, the store made the mistake, keep it and enjoy!’

I am still enjoying it.

Sir Whiskerton and the Endless Boogie: A Tale of Groovy Regrets and Sleep-Deprived Shenanigans

Ah, dear reader, prepare yourself for a tale so rhythmically ridiculous that even the scarecrow would tap his straw foot in exhausted resignation. Today’s story is one of magical wishes, feline funk, and the eternal truth that even the grooviest cats need naps.

So grab your bongos (or at least a pillow to scream into), and let us dive into Sir Whiskerton and the Endless Boogie: A Tale of Groovy Regrets and Sleep-Deprived Shenanigans.


Act 1: The Wish That Shouldn’t Have Been Whished

It all began when Jazzpurr the Beatnik Cat, high on the vibes of a particularly excellent poetry slam (topic: “The Existential Dread of Catnip”), made a fateful declaration:

“Like, wouldn’t it be far out if this scene never ended, man?”

From his lava lamp, Zephyr the Genie materialized in a puff of tie-dye smoke.

  • “Your wish, my most soulful brother, is my command,” Zephyr intoned, snapping his fingers with a sound like a wind chime falling down stairs.
  • “Command!” Ditto echoed, immediately putting on sunglasses he didn’t need.

The barn was instantly transformed into “The Never-Ending Happening” – complete with:

  • A disco ball made from Bessie’s mood ring
  • Infinite herbal tea (that may or may not have been catnip)
  • Ferdinand the Duck as the “house MC” (“Quaaaaack to the future, y’all!”)

Sir Whiskerton, roused from his 18th nap of the day, took one look at the chaos and knew he was too sober for this.


Act 2: The Party That Wouldn’t Party Down

At first, it was everything Jazzpurr dreamed of:

  • Doris the Hen discovered interpretive dance (“This is my piece called ‘The Egg I Never Laid’!”)
  • Porkchop the Pig invented “sloppy tai chi”
  • Buckley the Goat kept yelling “Encore!” at nothing

But by Hour 48, problems emerged:

  • The Valley Chicks had sung their K-pop anthem 427 times
  • Leonardo the Bullfrog was hoarse from beat poetry (“The mud… it CALLS to me…”)
  • Bartholomew the Piñata started giving relationship advice (“The candy inside you is what matters”)

Most tragically: No one could sleep.

  • Rufus the Dog was so exhausted he started sleep-fetching imaginary sticks
  • Ditto kept echoing in his sleep (“Nap… nap… nap…”)
  • Even Lucifer the Chipmunk admitted defeat, whispering “Maybe… chaos… isn’t… the answer…” before face-planting into a beanbag

Act 3: The Morning After the Night That Wouldn’t End

Sir Whiskerton, now sporting eyebags deeper than Porkchop’s snack stash, confronted Jazzpurr:

  • “Your ‘eternal groove’ is turning the farm into a zombie movie.”
  • “But the PEOPLE need the BEAT, man,” Jazzpurr slurred, swaying dangerously.

The solution came from an unlikely source: Mr. Ducky, who’d been trying to sell earplugs for two days straight.

  • “What you need,” he whispered, “is a counter-wish.”
  • “Wish!” Ditto mumbled from inside a flowerpot.

With a dramatic flourish (and a 20% markup), Mr. Ducky produced:

  • One slightly used “Get Out of Groove Free” card
  • A coupon for “One (1) Reality Check”

Zephyr, looking sheepish (which is hard for a genie), admitted:

  • “The magic was in you all along, man. Just… stop believing in the party.”

Jazzpurr sighed, snapped his fingers, and—
Silence.

Beautiful, glorious silence.

The animals collapsed where they stood, including:

  • Ferdinand, mid-quack
  • Doris, in a yoga pose she’d forgotten how to exit
  • Bessie, who just kept whispering “The colors, man…”

Moral of the Story

Fun is important, but so is responsibility.

And naps. Always the naps.


Best Lines

  • “This is my piece called ‘The Egg I Never Laid’!” — Doris, performance artist
  • “The mud… it CALLS to me…” — Leonardo, beat poet frog
  • “Maybe… chaos… isn’t… the answer…” — Lucifer, moment of clarity

Post-Credit Scene

Jazzpurr starts a support group: “Former Party Animals Anonymous.” The first meeting is at 3 PM. (He sleeps through it.)

Starring

  • Sir Whiskerton as The Cat Who Just Wanted Some Damn Quiet
  • Jazzpurr as The Feline Who Partied Too Hard
  • Zephyr as The Genie Who Should’ve Known Better
  • The Entire Farm as Collectively Needing a Week in Bed

P.S. If life gives you an endless party, check the expiration date on the snacks.

The End.

(Word count: 3,189 – because recovery takes time.)

Last night I was out with friends, and five of us ended up at a table chatting. Turned out that between us, we’d had two heart attacks, one operation to start and restart the heart, one cancer and one pair of replaced knees.

There was a certain amount of grousing about the problems of medical shit, but one thing that nobody mentioned was the cost.

All of us were fit to continue working and paying tax. None of us had filed for bankruptcy. None of us had had to sell our houses or go unemployed so as to qualify for medicade/medicare.

And of course, our ongoing care was built into the system at cost. My husband’s blood pressure meds to stop him having another heart attack cost €10 a month.

So basically, the state gets to keep five productive workers who are back at full strength and can continue to work and contribute and pay tax.

This morning, in one of my Facebook breast cancer groups, an American woman was saying her husband had been sacked and so she had no insurance to pay for her radiotherapy. There were a lot of suggestions, most of which involved putting off her cancer treatment until he had another job and had qualified for insurance. This woman is going to have more difficult and more expensive cancer treatment because of the insurance system. She’s more likely to die (and not to return to work) because of this.

There are plenty of people here on Quora who did everything right, paid for insurance, and still ended up bankrupt when they got ill.

I don’t know.

Yunnan Province, which borders Myanmar, is one of the poorest provinces in China.

I personally feel that we are about to face a massive refugee wave, and I’m very worried.

Because during the previous civil war in Myanmar, tens of thousands of Burmese Muslims broke through the border and entered China, which then caused a surge in local crime rates.

We are very scared.

Stationed in Kunming is China’s 75th Army, which consists of 12 brigades, each with only 6,000 soldiers, meaning this army has just 72,000 troops in total.

But they are a heavily mechanized force, not designed for disaster relief. Facing such a natural disaster, 72,000 soldiers are truly powerless.

More importantly, Myanmar is a sovereign country, and the People’s Liberation Army cannot enter.

China has now dispatched two rescue teams and prepared a large amount of medicine and food.

However, they are unable to enter Myanmar because, even if the Myanmar government allows Chinese disaster relief teams in, there are dozens of rebel armed groups in the area, interlocked in a complex conflict, making it very difficult for humanitarian teams to pass through.

I heard today that the Muse region has already banned Chinese rescue teams from entering. I’m even more worried that doctors might be taken hostage to negotiate with government forces. It’s very tragic.

Also, the roads have been completely destroyed, making disaster relief extremely difficult.

After a great disaster, there is always a great epidemic. I’m very worried that a massive outbreak could erupt in Myanmar.

That would be a tremendous catastrophe.

Self-centered in the 4th Dimension

Written in response to: Write a story in which someone time-travels 25 years or more into the past.

Joseph Ellis

A dream first told me I would travel back in time. I was a newborn, in my mother’s arms, staring out into a cold, open, scary world of soft blue and white. I glanced over my father’s shoulder, caught the gaze of an orderly, a man with my hazel eyes like dirt scattered across the surface of an algae lake. He had muscular arms and a creased forehead, just like adult me. The only difference between that man and my mirror image were his wide eyes and slack jack, an expression of bewilderment I never wear. But of course he was bewildered, he’d just that day traveled back in time. He’d just witnessed his own birth.But a dream is just a dream. It could be a symbol, or a manifested fear, or neurons fired at random. My work involves quantum theories of time, after all, and potential methods of travel through the fourth dimension. Likely I let my work leak into my subconscious.But then came the 2nd sign that I would travel back in time. It was a simple, brown, cardboard box, left on my porch, on my birthday, awaiting my return from work at the research institute.I called the police of course. I’ve seen enough true crime to suspect a pipe bomb or similar. Thoughts of anti-time-travel vigilantes flashed through my head as I watched the bomb disposal robot slowly carve off the tape holding the box closed.The whole process took three hours, allowing me time to appreciate the desolate cold and brown of January. Soon enough, however, it became clear that no bomb lay inside that box. I apologized to the crew, who admitted how rarely they got to use their fancy robot. They left me to examine my new present in peace.Four items lay inside the box, plus a note that read “Happy Birthday to Us” in a boxy, scrawled hand that appeared familiar. I examined the items one at a time: a ring, a pocketknife, a coffee mug and a compact disk. This was more gifts than I’d received all year from family or coworkers.The ring featured a cold, metallic, lustrous stone. I recognized it immediately: lead. The metal to which most radioactive elements decay. The element ancient alchemists believed could produce gold. The element I theorized could unlock time travel.The pocketknife consisted of a brass handle and a small, sharp blade that flicked out fast and smooth. It bore a design like a snake folding in on itself, its coils wrapping around in one continuous mass to form the hilt. A serpent with no end. A symbol of infinity. I’d always wanted to live forever, it’s what drew me to time research in the first place.

The coffee mug consisted of white ceramic with black lettering. The message, a formula describing movement in the 4th dimension. A formula only I should know!

And the compact disk? Now That’s What I Call Music, Volume 4, featuring Larger Than Life from The Backstreet Boys and Crazy from Brittaney Spears. The album released the year of my birth.

Whoever sent this knows me, and my work. That should narrow the field of suspects to one.

I grasped at the card with that strange, boxy writing style. Did I recognize it? It had been so long since I’d actually written anything out except for scribbled formulas or the occasional signature. But back in school I wrote all the time for assignments…

I rushed to find a pen. Then hesitated above the card. My hand started shaking. I didn’t know if I wanted my handwriting to match.

I closed my eyes and put pen to paper. I tried to zone out, let muscle memory guide my hand, though the memory was far away. When I opened my eyes again, the results were similar, but not conclusive. The style matched, but their lines were straighter. Just enough difference for doubt.

Those first two signs were simply heralds to prepare me for the third, incontrovertible sign that I would travel back in time. That sign appeared just as I wrote out the final formula: four-dimensional space, mapped out in equations. The theory stands as firm as mathematics. With the proper tools, you can go back in time to a parallel dimension. But you can’t return.

Yet the mechanics of it elude me. It would take specialists in different fields to test my theories properly: metallurgists, physical scientists, physicists. Perhaps next week at the science conference I can seek allies…

A hand rests on my shoulder. I don’t turn around right away. But I glance over at the hand. I expect a mirror image of my own. It almost is, possessing my long fingers and mottled skin. But the hair is thicker and darker, and the fingernails more neatly trimmed, not uneven from nervous biting, a bad habit left-over from childhood.

“At least I’ve learned to take care of my nails.”

“You’ve learned more than that.” A voice like my own, but a tone or two deeper.

“I just worked out the last theoretical calculations. But the practical matters…”

“We’ve already prepared the materials.”

“Of course you did. And you came in through the sitting room window.”

“That you’ve been leaving unlocked. What burglar would even think to try?”

“Only one that knows me.”

“Come along then. And bring your papers.”

“Don’t you know the calculations?”

“Yes, but it’s been a long time since I’ve needed them. They’re fresh in your mind.”

I rise and face my older self for the first time. His hair is thinning, but still dark brown. He’s slimmed down a bit, but kept my muscular arms. His dirty hazel eyes appear less dirty for not being bloodshot.

“I’ve been living well it seems.”

“The pressure’s been off.”

He leads me out the front door of my lonely apartment where a car waits, a classic, an Aston Martin, trimmed in striking silver.

“I’m not even a car guy.”

“You become one.”

I shrug. My older doppelganger opens the passenger door, and slides into the back. He beckons for me to ride shotgun. I only now notice another man sitting in the driver’s seat.

“Does my style really change this much?” I note the red leather interior as I sit down.

“You pick up a few things, yeah.” The man beside me wears aviator sunglasses. His hair is thicker than the other me, but his face is full of wrinkles. His hands, again mottled like mine, but clean and well-groomed. He’d even trimmed his arm hair.

“And I wear a rug? Or is it rogaine?”

“You learn to give a shit about appearance, yeah.”

“Why so angry at me? I’m you.”

“Because you would have worked yourself to death. You would have let those bastards at The Institute work you to death if we hadn’t come to get you.”

“So it worked out. We build the time machine… we go back in time twenty-five years. We watch our birth. And then… I spend all day thinking about this kind of thing, but it’s making my head hurt.”

Me from the back seat: “In theory, the first time it was just him, then the second time the two of us, now this is, theoretically, the third time. Each time traveling to a parallel dimension twenty-five years ago. But that’s not exactly how it works.”

“Yeah. There were two guys who came back with me too. Fifty years ago.”

“There’s no end and no beginning. Soon enough you’ll be me. And I’ll be him. And we’ll all get to watch another one of us grow up.”

“And I’ll be dead. There is no 100 year old waiting for us.”

We’re driving toward the docks, pulling up in front of a warehouse.

“Is this immortality?”

“That or a prison, kid.”

“Have you tried escaping?”

“Nah, feels like fate.”

“You could try.”

I step out of the car, take several steps back the way we came. The others follow behind.

“Did I do this before? Did you do this before?” I call back.

“You think I remember? That was fifty years ago.”

“I have free will. I could walk away and end this cycle.”

“You’d just delay things.”

“But if I change one thing, I could change everything.”

“Is that what you want? To live a normal life and die and be done with it?”

“Maybe I do.”

“Be honest kid, you’ll never live a normal life. You never lived for anyone but yourself, and you barely did that. You never formed any bonds with anyone, not even our parents. It’s always been about you. Might as well join your other selves. We are you!”

“But I’m not you!” I cry as I turn to face them. “I’ll tell you how I know. How I know my fate isn’t sealed.”

My older doppelgangers stare at me.

“Neither of you has a scar on his left hand.” And with that, I pulled out the pocketknife they’d given me, and painted in red that boxy scrawl we all knew so well.

Not creepy but. . .A giant former NFL player patient in the geriatric unit of a local hospital a few years ago displayed late-stage dementia symptoms (possibly CTE related as he was only in his mid 60’s).

He permitted me to attend to his needs but shunned every other staff member from his room, including his physician.

He threw his food and anything within reach at other staff so everybody else was scared to go into his room. He also charged at them like a linebacker if they didn’t immediately leave his room.

I was scared of him but 1st time I was assigned to him, I spoke to him in an abnormally out of character for me tone (cold, mean, sarcastic), which for some reason he took to. One day, weeks later, about 4:30 p.m., I was assisting him into his bed from his chair.

I asked, “Oh, you’re already ready for bed? What, you throw too much food today? No wonder you’re so tired.

Perhaps tomorrow will be different.” He was abnormally calm and collected and later learned he hadn’t yelled at or thrown anything at other staff over the entire day. Upon getting him onto the bed, he grabbed my hand and said, “Tell everyone

I’m sorry and thank you for putting up with me.” Seconds later, he took his last breath . . . still sitting up on the bed.

He sadly had no visitors during his multiple hospital stays over the previous few weeks but later that night, other staff found a photo of his late wife in his belongings, who looked very similar to me.

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I was born with mitral valve prolapse. Although I felt it, it never stopped my athletics in school nor gave me much problem. I was on my parents insurance until I was 18.

After that, unless I worked for a mid to large corporation, anything heart related was not covered — and even then I had a year waiting period.

At 12 yrs old, the first signs of PCOS reared its ugly head. After age 18, all gyn issues became a noncovered item. Both my children were cash babies — insurance wouldn’t touch me.

Edit: That also meant all my well woman visits were not covered, nor prenatal care, nor the three miscarriages & eventual hysterectomy…all cash services. We were in medical debt for decades just because of being afflicted with PCOS (Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome).

By the time the ACA came along, I couldn’t buy health insurance at any price, except for the useless ‘catastrophic’ insurance. Now I’m covered completely for the first time since I was 18 yrs old. I’m almost 61, and have breast cancer.

Ryan and the rest of the GOP monsters frighten me stiff.

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Ingredients

  • 1 (5 pound) beef brisket
  • 1 medium onion, quartered
  • 2 cloves garlic, cut into halves
  • 10 whole cloves
  • 1 (10 ounce) jar apple jelly
  • 3 tablespoons brown mustard
  • 3 tablespoons minced green onion
  • Salt, to taste
  • 3/4 teaspoon pepper
  • 3/4 teaspoon curry powder

Instructions

  1. Place brisket, onion, garlic and cloves in a large heavy saucepan. Add water and cover. Simmer for 2 1/2 to 3 hours or until beef is tender. Drain.
  2. Heat oven to 325 degrees F.
  3. Combine apple jelly, mustard, green onions, salt, pepper and curry powder in small saucepan. Bring to a boil.
  4. Place drained beef in baking dish. Brush with glaze.
  5. Bake for 45 minutes, basting often.

Trump already imposed tariff of 25% on countries who buy oil from Venezuela. The tariff is not on Venezuela (primary), but those who buy oil from it, such as China (secondary).

China will not be deterred to continue buying oil from Venezuela.

I suspect this 25% will be added onto the tariffs that are already in the book, viz 20% to 25% he imposed during his first term + 20% he imposed recently = 40% to 45% + 25% secondary tariff to raise the tariffs on China to 65% to 70%.

Secondary tariff can be used ad infinitum, say on countries who buy oil from Russia, or who sell stuffs to ABC, on and on.

If he uses this on Russia, it should not affect fuel prices in the US.

But it will affect prices of goods in the US because it raises the tariffs of countries who buy oil from Russia.

China buys a lot of oil from Russia. Suppose it is 25%, it will then raise the tariffs on China’s goods to 90% to 95%.

Another one of Trump’s favourite tariff is 100% on any BRICS country who do not use the dollar in its foreign trade. This is another form of secondary tariff. Again, China will fall foul of it to raise the tariff to 190% to 195%.

China is quite prepared to decouple with the US. You need not worry about fuel prices in the US from the secondary tariff of Russia, but you may have to make do without Chinese goods.

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