I didn’t take any sick days off when I was in Elementary, middle and most of High School. I wonder today… was it really worth it?

Sure I got an honorable mention at the end of most of my school years. But really, it was meaningless accolades. Of course, I was young and didn’t realize anything at that time.

Then I made up for it in Senior high when I tried to skip school to work. Oh, my…. did that go South rather quickly. You don’t want the local government to step in. Right?

But all in all, these were traumas and adventure that we all experience though our growing years.

Memories.

Some good. Some bad. Some Bleah!

Still the point must be underlined that I got nothing for my perfect attendance record for most of school. But, but… that loyalty and robustness of work ethic made me into the work-horse that I am today. Remember, many things that we do in our lives, take decades to manifest.

So choose your actions carefully.

You don’t know when the boomerang will return.

Today…

They Just Released New Images Of A SECOND Massive Structure Found Beneath The Pyramid of Khafre

Private COMM from a follower

Thanks, MM, my take, and I’ll take the opportunity to post a Korean update for you.

Bit of a long one, apologies, but I daresay you’ll find it interesting and relevant, and also helped me gather my own thoughts (I’m thinking of starting a blog) as I normally avoid popular news and current affairs, I research the deeper stuff-– where the real answers lie. And after the DC and your revelations, who needs news, anyway… we all know what’s really going on:

When Noh speaks, listen. I’d scan YouTube once a week to make sure you keep up with his output– especially on The China Report, where he presents regularly. He’s clued in on China almost as much as you are. The Koreas too, obviously. This Jamarl guy you sent me talks waaaay to much, though. Awful. Here’s a recent interview from yesterday, from a podcaster who actually knows how to interlocute, and not interrupt his guests constantly. Well worth your while, trust me. If you want to know about Korea, listen to Jeff Rich’s (retired Australian diplomat) interviews of Noh stretching back this past year– professionals, not word salad clowns. Rich is shadow banned constantly as you are, so that tells you all you need to know. These three are must listens to set you straight on modern Korea.

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

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hfz-rcBRp3s

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hfz-rcBRp3s

However, on Lee the new president I think Noh is being generous. Expecting change in a Korean election (eg. movement away from a planned US logistics and launch site for war on China– see the new Jeju Island joint US-SKorea naval base– the world’s biggest which the Chinese have warned the Koreans about) would be the same as expecting change in an American one. The real strategic decisions are taken way above popular party politics, as they are now in most US muppets and clients as COVID revealed (the mayor of Seoul was “suicided” and replaced after he refused to lock down the capital in early 2020). If SKorea cancels the military cooperation agreements Yoon was pushed into by the US with Japan (all failed in the ukraine US military hardware– hundreds of billions), as Lee promised to do as an election promise (a politician’s promise, right? Worth about a fart in the wind), then you know changes are coming. SKoreans hate the Japs even more than they do Chinese.

Yet now SK special forces are in Japan learning Japanese and the kids in school here are being taught revised versions of Korean and Japanese history (a process started by disgraced and imprisoned former president  Park Gyeun He, daughter of a murderous dictator who disappeared hundreds of thousands– forbidden history on a par with the worst of Chile in the 1970s)– and versions of Chinese history that the Japanese believe– such as Nanking never happened, etc, and that the Japanese own most of eastern Russia and Kamchatka historically. I personally heard that from a middle school kid here recently. Nuts crazy stuff.. Unthinkable a few years ago.

The outgoing education minister (member of a Moonie-type doomsday cult, as many senior government ministers are) is now being investigated for preparing summer camps wherin younger teachers in training are being indoctrinated into the cult, and being fed Japanese propaganda (from the same cult based in Japan– all US intel funded– very creepy stuff) that Japan and Korea are historically the same people, and must unite to destroy China and take over East Asia again “as Japan almost did in WW2”, and only lost because they made the mistake of fighting against America instead of with America. These teachers then feed the stuff into mainstream education.

Many foreign “english teachers” have also been investigated as bottom barrel “intel operatives” using English focused, gov funded summer schools to brainwash elementary schoolkids about the ukraine being a European democracy and Korean ally, as well as ghastly stuff about Russia-China land being owned by Japan– Manchuria, etc. Same modus operandi they’re using on schoolkids in the former ukraine. And also tried in Hong Kong, right? Standard US/British black ops brainwashing perfected over centuries. Koreans are very susceptible to this stuff for some reason. NPCs and shadow people are commonplace– a light of sentience missing from the eyes in many cases, I’ve noticed. Especially younger adults– like there’s nobody home. And granted that may be my PBWLT only. Koreans have many good traits, too. The sentient ones. I’ve met very few, though.

SK is not a sovereign state. Not even close. And doomsday cults proliferate– well funded and everywhere– all kept well secret from international media, of course.

All this needs to be rolled back. Urgently. Before the SKoreans invite disaster and a crushing military defeat down on themselves. Again. But the Germans never learned their lessons either as we’re seeing now– all part of the destructive cycle..

… If these military agreements with Japan and the ukraine and its allies (officially unacknowledged) are not rescinded, Lee’s just another Trump. All talk and promises, yet very little substance and Plans put in place by the Real movers and shakers of the Western world long ago for a war with China Russia will continue until the eventual US military defeat will drag SK and Japan down with it. As predicted by the DC, btw. “Korea is in for an unpleasant shock in the short term”, he said.

I can see that coming.

Let’s hope the Chinese can spank hard before disaster strikes.

And I hope I’m wrong– but SKorea is just a mask of democracy. Noh will fill you in on the gory details why. The real power struggle here is between ancient groups of ruling aristocratic families allied historically with China and to a lesser extent Russia, who do not recognise the NK-SK border, or the US funded political trash, demagogues and doomsday cults who control the organs of government– all branches– and major industry, very generally speaking. Local democracy however does work and work very well as the Koreans are naturally socialistic, and Yoon’s failed cult– word is elements of the military (who tipped off North Korea in advance of planned false flag drone and manpower attacks) not controlled by the US or its cults prevented the takeover, obviously with Chinese assistance, I’d add– a coup more than two years in the planning, btw– is evidence of that. But that’s not yet confirmed.

Ordinary Koreans though are blissfully innocent and oblivious to all this, really. Well penned sheep. America good and free– China and NK evil monsters. You know the shpiel. People like Noh are vastly exceptional. He’d to run from Korea after criticising the military of which he was a member in good standing.

The mainstream new are implying Yoon was just a madman and an alcoholic (true), and one morning woke up and decided to pull a coup attempt with his crazier wife (also true). That talk of advanced coup planning hand in hand with elements of the military and the US is just “conspiracy theory” (despite the evidence in front of everyone’s eyes!). The US embassy in Seoul has been completely silent since Christmas. Tumbleweeds, not even a public function– only military stuff, go figure.

These doomsday cults are prolific in Korea, work hand in hand with deep state US intelligence, have limitless funds and have done since the Korean War. They are powerful, despised by most normal citizens, and very, very dangerous. COVID was brought into Korea– small regional airport– from the Wuhan military games by an operative from this cult (as all returning SK military were quarantined)– all on record and memory-holed. Patient Zero was identified in Korea. Truth always leaks out here because it’s a totally artificial system like Russia was in the dying days of the Soviet Union.

It’s strongly believed by many rational people and investigators over the years that the SEWOL ferry disaster, the recent airplane disaster, and many similar tragedies since the 1960s have been arranged as human sacrifices to whatever it is these cults venerate. Yoon planned a massacre at the Korean parliament building last Christmas, but junior special forces NCOs refused the order to fire on lawmakers surging into the building. All on record. So they crashed the airplane instead. I researched the airplane myself– the black box was taken to the US (WTF?!) and disappeared. The bereaved families were warned to stop asking questions about what really happened on behalf of “national unity”. Now memory holed– a very strange airline crash that killed 300 people. Never really investigated and a vice-head of Korean FAA fired when he asked questions about the black box whereabouts.

I know, I know– all sounds crazy. But it’s a recognised, yet little spoken about reality of life in the vibrant, rules based order that is SKorean democracy.

As for the new president of SK, Lee, he’s certainly no pushover– and nothing like Trump, as he’s being made out to be by US controlled Korean international media who are tarnishing him here and abroad with atrocious lies and accusations (because their man Yoon failed and was busted out), and has massive support especially with the younger, well educated demographic (although in SK, education is more like indoctrination– and plagiarism is rife to the point of being semi-accepted.

They obtain western academic papers online and have them professionally translated to present as their own work. Critical thinking is non existent and western teachers aren’t allowed to encourage it. The “better” the university, the worse the problem. My bona-fide language teacher associates tell me they know all coursework is now just done by AI, and management don’t really give a shit as “education” and fees are big business here– they don’t want problems, just the fees, which are dropping precipitously along with birth rates and the younger population demographic, as in Japan. Many minor universities are closing these days, or trying to poach students from the 3rd world).

They don’t want educated people in SKorea– just dumbed down rule followers. Like the OEmpire was according to Arl. Coincidence?

However as it is with the Israelis, many of them hate Netanyahu and want him swinging from a rope, yet nearly all of them hate and fear Arabs more, and would annihilate them all in a nanosecond given the chance…. It’s the same in SK; they’re glad Yoon’s gone, but really only because they hated him and his wife (they blame her for the attempted coup– apparently she’s a witch who bedazzled him!! That’s your average SKorean’s geopolitical nous for ya! heh heh). The recent election was no landslide for Lee (only about 8% margin, even though the opposition just voted out of government tried to declare martial law, kill all opposition, and start a war with NK and China a few months ago! All now on public record!! Even the prison black sites– mainly uninhabited islands that had been prepared with rudimentary structures in advance– all well planned– have been identified) and everyone knows Yoon was easily replaced by another coup implicated US muppet who actually contested that election!!- AND did very well– AND his and Yoon’s political party is 100% a US worship cult, supported by about half the population of ageing, poor (for the most part) and very uneducated demographic– but most all regular SKoreans pathologically hate NK (and China) either way, and are clueless regarding what’s happening with the wider world and especially China Russia NKorea axis. Like, really clueless. For example, evening news here often opens with minor stories from the US about Trump or Musk or the US economy or something. Its that bad. Never China or BRICS or even South Korea until next story! Tumbleweeds. Like the rest of Asia doesn’t exist. The NKorea Russian military alliance with advanced Russian hypersonics and satellite facilities now in NKorea was never even mentioned in the news. SK is a state of 50 million mushrooms, with some notable exceptions obviously.

These Yoon supporter idiots still wave US flags at rallies and tend toward violence easily when provoked or reasoned with. To be avoided.

Total NPCs and officially recognised as a national security threat. They’d have no problem with a military dictatorship and elimination of opposition to US rule. As Yoon planned– the details would chill you to the bone– for all I know I myself could’ve been picked up given my occluded history– that’s why I’m always semi-off-grid. He knows he had a lot of support.

SKorea came very close to disaster as an American muppet. But I believe China stepped in with like minded, traditional/ancient Korean ruling elites who straddle the NK-SK cultural borders, still wield a lot of invisible power, and who are not utterly corrupted US chasing trash like Yoon and friends in 1000 dollar suits. The gulf between such sentiences is very, very wide in SK.

More generally, the SK masses of all ages have been well conditioned into the West is Best cult. English pushed everywhere even though practically nobody speaks needs or uses it. And I mean NO-body. It’s very weird. They inhabit a vastly different, very distorted world than that of the Korean ruling class of all stripes obviously now engaging with China and Russia over the future of their country, as I mentioned above.

SKorean elites running big business of course– those not under the influence of US black ops– a growing number, they say– know rapprochement with NK is gonna be a colossal opportunity. With Russia and China, too. The Russian Arctic expansion is the biggest engineering deal of this century and probably the next.

But the average SKorean is kept well in the dark and only really respond to (US controlled) mainstream and alt media.

There is no public discourse in SKorea, only gusts of popular feeling and manipulated emotion.

 

Tranny indoctrination highlighting the lives of mentally ill men pretending to be women is mainstream evening viewing usually a few nights a week– human interest documentaries, etc.. Sick. It’s the same in Taiwan I’ve heard. Targeted at kids and younger adults. Obviously to divide a traditional society. Libido Dominandi.

As Noh said, the Yoon coup business is being memory holed as I write. He’ll weasel out to the US soon enough with his green card and ex call girl wife. Then it’s business as usual barring a miracle, imho.

The rest of the rich and upper middle classes all support deposed Yoon and his party also-– my wife knows many of them– they hate the poor, seeing them as a drain on social financing– the new guy Lee is an advocate of social welfare– because they know that’s where the US military industrial complex links are. The gravy. The buttered bread. They all live and breath the US stock market and Big Pharma. They’re terrified of real democratic/social reform and of the Russian and Chinese “communists” (Although Russian presence is SK is increasing drastically as US influence wanes. I’m hearing a LOT of Russian spoken, more than ever before. There are a lot of young Russians here all working in tech and marine engineering– high end jobs, not language teaching. Like the Chinese electric cars are coming online, too. I think SK big business is light years ahead of what your average Mr Kim who listen to the nightly news know about what’s happening in his own country! They’re planning a future with China obviously, regardless of what the US controlled political apparatus thinks– while the regular, manipulated muggles stay clueless– as always.)

South Korea is a living contradiction, like many US client states. By design. Dangerous times. The only question is what the US is prepared to do to keep control.

The SKorean military complex– US  controlled– has upped production of tanks artillery and ammunition for shitty little places like Poland Finland and the Czechs, etc. All part of the planned build up for European war with Russia on behalf of the US (as outlined by E. Todd in the recent transcript I sent you). Good luck with that, guys! Equipment used btw to kill young Russian soldiers and civilians in Kursk, recently. Something tells me the SKoreans are going to have to answer to the Russians for that some time soon. Just a hunch I have.

SK’s have been Brainwashed since childhood to disregard NKs, Chinese and Russians as barely human monsters who eat their own children and want to destroy fwee and demokwatic SK in order to eat their children too.

They’re utterly clueless to the point  that it’s scary. Their eyes glaze over if you even mention NK Russia or China, other than to indulge grotesque stereotypes. It’s like talking to children or the Stepford Wives. I’ve tried many times to probe, but only ever get that 1000 yard stare in response.

It’s jarringly scary, MM. Literally glazed eyes. Only a very few informed people can respond anyway intelligently about SK relations with China and North Korea moving forward into the future.

And I’ve come across some seriously cognitively infiltrated people in my time elsewhere. But SK is next level.

Sentience sorting, right? Live and in the flesh.

The elites of course are very different. I know a few of those, too. Mars and Venus to the average Mr Kim.

Anyway, that’s my take. Sorry again about the length, but I’ve been “prompted” to fill you in with an alternative, more accurate version than you’ll normally get in English language (Noh and very few others notable exceptions). Korea is presented one way, the reality is very different, as Noh will also tell you.

Follow up with any questions anytime. You know I’m based in SK and observe avidly.

The Catholic and Buddhist Churches in SKorea are accurate sources of information about the reality of life in SKorea, believe it or not. The cardinal here was on Yoon’s kill-list as he constantly criticised him in the media– like real roasting. They know they’re dealing with US promoted scum of the Earth in Korean politics and have been a thorn in their official side for decades, along with senior Buddhists, who are even more ruthless in their criticism..

BTW quaxx deaths and still births off the charts here this past year, and some cracks in the official narrative as some US based Korean medics speak out. Korean medics speaking out here had their careers and reps destroyed– before Yoon took over 2 years ago, interestingly enough– by the winning party Lee now heads. They had lockdown hard-ons. But the US based Koreans are not caught up in the “vaxx genocide” distraction horseshit, so are a relatively accurate source of info about very real artificial spike protein collateral– the real danger. My wife follows them closely– she’s unquaxxed obviously– but has lost several friends “suddenly and unexpectedly” as I’ve mentioned before. Tragic. Men and women in their prime, struck down. Others with turbo cancers eating them away as I write. Families clueless as to the real cause. But word is leaking out slowly, and questions are being asked. More and more. My wife and I stay silent– not our place to scare people.

Now having said all that, SK is still a great place to live IF one avoids the tortured and confused masses and ghastly media-space– and an hour’s drive or more into the country is like going back a thousand years in time– except with all the modern conveniences, much like China is these days, I’d imagine. We love it and are planning our move deep into the interior, just up from the southern coastal plains in the shadow of Jiri Mountain– ancient seat of Buddhist learning and tradition.. You could walk for a day and never come across another person. Beautiful country.

Best to you and yours in the meantime, keep us all in your intentions, as you’re all in mine, and here’s to an interesting second half of 2026.

This Is How Other Countries View The United States Right Now

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Pepper-Lime Chicken

Yield: 6 servings

Ingredients

Chicken

• 2 to 2 1/2 pound meaty chicken pieces (breasts, thighs and drumsticks)

Pepper-Lime Glaze

• 1/2 teaspoon finely shredded lime peel
• 1/4 cup lime juice
• 1 tablespoon vegetable or olive oil
• 2 cloves garlic, minced
• 1 teaspoon coarsely ground black pepper
• 1 teaspoon dried thyme or basil, crushed
• 1/4 teaspoon salt

Instructions

Chicken

1. Rinse chicken; pat dry. Place chicken pieces, skin side down, on the unheated rack of a broiler pan.
2. Broil 4 to 5 inches from the heat for about 20 minutes or until lightly browned. Meanwhile, prepare Pepper-Lime Glaze.

Pepper-Lime Glaze

1. In a bowl stir together lime peel, lime juice, oil, garlic, black pepper, thyme or basil and salt.
2. Brush chicken with glaze. Turn chicken; brush with more glaze.
3. Broil for 5 to 15 minutes more or until tender and no longer pink, brushing often with glaze during the last 5 minutes of cooking.

4 Cold Cases That Were Solved With INSANE Twists In 2024

What are the main challenges Chinese students face in high school, especially in competitive areas?

Only one Challenge – THE GAOKAO!!!

Getting that minimum 625 score is the biggest priority for most High Schoolers in their GaoKao so that they can go to the First Tier Universities

There are 1,078 Colleges for Engineering and STEM in China

Of these 96 are regarded First Tier Colleges

There are 8 that are deemed the Crown Jewels :-

• Tsinghua University
• Zheijang University
• Shanghai Jiao Tong
• Peking University
• Harbin Institute of Technology
• University of Science and Technology
• Nanjing University
• Wuhan University
• Fudan University

Here is the Kicker!!!!

Admission to 76 of the 96 Colleges are NOT JUST BASED ON THE GAOKAO but also based on A Separate Examination for Maths and Physics conducted by EACH COLLEGE

Only Silver or Gold Olympiad Medalists can be exempted from taking this separate exam

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12.72 Million Students take the GaoKao every year

Of these only around 3 Million Students actually expect to become Engineers or Scientists while another 1 Million expect to study finance or economists for a serious career

The Rest know they will only get either Vocational Courses or will join the National Labor Force and GaoKao is just an exam

So let’s take 3 Million

There are 2,270 Positions in the Crown Jewels

Thus the Probability of getting a Position in one of the Crown Jewels is 0.076% (76 in 100,000)

There are around 31,850 Positions in Tier 1 Universities

Thus the Probability of getting a Position in a Tier One University is 1% (1000 in 100,000)

So 99% of the Students who take the GaoKao won’t get First Tier Admissions

They will have to go to one of the 469 Second Tier Colleges

That’s 410,000 Positions

Probability of getting a Second Tier Colleges is 13.80%

Second Tier Colleges are a matter of SHAME for people living in Shanghai or Beijing or Shenzhen or Guangzhou or Wuhan

Yet for others that’s OK

Yet at the end of the day almost 85% of the people taking the GaoKao won’t get placed in First or Second Tier Universities

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In China, most Chinese Students with money will not go for a Third Tier University or College but would rather do their Under graduation in Australia or UK

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The Competition is ultra fierce

Xi Jinping abolished Tutorials as Businesses

So Students have to mostly prepare on their own or join study centres or Institutions where commercial tuition rates are CAPPED

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Once you clear the GaoKao and get a placement , then the second headache begins which is to study for the next 6 years

In China a lot of Courses have been changed from Bachelor’s to 4+2 Masters Format

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Apart from the 4 Million Students who really are serious

The other 8.72 Million are less serious and the GaoKao is just ceremonial

They will join Vocational Skills Groups, Industrial Skills Group or directly join the Workforce as Grade I-IV Skilled Workers or write the Chinese Clerical Administrative Exam and join the Government

Eternity and an Empty Box

Written in response to: “Set your story during — or just before — a storm.“

Soon this box will be the only bridge that spans your two lives. Find the pith of two-and-half odd decades, don your favorite socks, and leave the rest behind.

Twenty-six years ought to contain an abundant volume of artifacts worthy of preservation. Two cubic feet should be woefully, horrendously deficient to commemorate a generous quarter of a human life.

I’m sitting on my bed at 2 a.m., staring into an empty box. Thunder booms and sputters into the silence of this empty house. The vacant enclosure of rubberized plastic suggests various items invitingly. Your Pulitzer! Bring your Pulitzer certificate. No, no, what good is that where I’m going? We’ve all witnessed first-hand the most important event that will ever happen to us. The career is dead, the award may as well be laid to rest with it. How about your Ricky Grubbs autographed baseball? Baseball is a national emblem, after all. OK then. I rub my eyes and toss the baseball in. It rolls around the box and settles listlessly in a lonely corner. Really? I’m expecting a ball from an extinct sport with the name of a man I don’t know to bridge the rift between two lifetimes? I grit my teeth and snatch the ball back out of the box, throwing it into the hallway frustrated.

The box looks at me in disappointment. Empty again, it reluctantly suggests the emptiness of my hitherto life. I should have printed out some pictures instead of storing them all in the cloud. It is so strange to think that those pictures are now, presumably, annihilated. I had considered them functionally immortal in that unassailable cloud. Rain begins to beat at my window pane, the mocking laughter of the untouchable clouds overhead. We do battle for a delirious collection of moments, that empty box and I, until I snatch it up from the carpet and stride to my garage for a shovel. I defy the rain to make the mounting saturation of my clothes matter, as I shovel muddy soil into the box. I find a stray acorn at the base of my live oak, and tuck it into the container of dirt. I cast off my drenched clothes upon re-entering the house, and force myself to sleep for a few hours.

It’s 6 a.m. now. The storm has passed and the pre-dawn darkness looms heavily upon the wet earth. I bless a shred of fortune for the whispering hum of my ‘44 Toyota, and the stale electricity lingering in its battery. Just a collector’s item these days, one I nearly sold a year ago because of the questionable legality of driving it on the V-line dominated highways. The data on its dusty screen offers me 60 miles of travel. Just enough to reach my destination.

The road is desolate, and my mind absently travels to the desperate ploy that rendered me this earth-encumbered box in my passenger seat.

“Mr. President! Mr. President, a word please! Morton Thompson, United Press.”

Secret service shouldering me aside as I attempt to attract the president’s attention.

“I know about March 3rd! I know you’re planning to flee and the airbase you’re fleeing from.”

The president and his entire retinue freezing. A black suited bodyguard grabbing me from behind and putting a hand over my mouth, dragging me into an empty room and closing the windowless door. The president’s face fracturing with stunned panic.

“How do you know? Who told you this?”

My head nodding to the roll of papers stuffed into my pants pocket.

“This article is scheduled to automatically release to the American public tomorrow morning. Go ahead – read it. When the country learns of what you’re planning, every person with a firearm is going to head to that airbase. And when they can’t get on the shuttle, they’re going to make sure it’s destroyed. I can prevent this information from releasing. All I’m asking for is a seat.”

The memory haunts my heart. That my last act in the capacity of a profession I once thought meaningful was one of blackmail unsettles me. And this, to cast my lot in with the men and women I was prepared to cast to the dogs as traitors to humankind. But then I remember the void, and my fear unseats my guilt. I have tried, in these past two weeks, to stare into the dark abyss that must be death, and reconcile my mind to the thought of non-existence. I have stared into the interminable blackness, the unadulterated silence, the endless absence of consciousness. I have imagined eternities upon eternities unfolding and the very blanket of time beginning to tear, and through it all, the complete darkness of consciousness that is death. The idea is nauseating, and my mind rejects it like an upset stomach does food. And so I flee, at any cost or disgrace, from the darkness that pervades our atmosphere and speaks of the true darkness on its heels.

When I reach the gates of the remote airbase, my old vehicle whirring with exertion, I flash the badge they issued me and drive past the soldiers manning the gate. I park and trudge into a small command center a half mile from the launchpad. My two-feet-by-one-foot-by-one-foot trunk weighs heavily in my arms. Some eighty individuals linger inside, holding hushed conversations or staring silently at the floor. I see the president looking pointedly away from me. A woman near the door points me to a small bay where an electric buggy is idling, hitched to a cart laden with boxes identical to mine. I pile mine on top. I spend the next hour sitting in a plastic chair, wondering what I ought to do, say, and think in my last hour on earth, and reaching no conclusion.

The time has finally come. The immense rocket boosters and attached passenger shuttle is ready for takeoff, and we are ushered outside and towards the boarding tower by the engineers who, inexplicably, are willing to remain behind to guide our transport away from earth. 8 a.m., and the sun is well above the horizon. I wish the storm had not abated before my last view of the sky. Had it not, I could almost believe that this blackened atmosphere and ashen sky are the gloom of thunderclouds. Perhaps the rain would ameliorate the acrid taste of the charred air. We are climbing the tower and beginning to board. I weep for the ashes in my lungs – all that is left of D.C., Philadelphia, New York, and Los Angeles; of Orlando, and Cape Canaveral, and Huntsville. I weep for the millions of terrified unfortunates cast instantaneously into the abyss of death. I wish the rainclouds would return. Instead, the unfading cloud of detonated cities hangs poisonous and rainless upon the air. Where this cloud lingers, death will follow. It is smothering the sun and chilling the earth. They say it will bring the demise of all crops, and that remaining mankind will starve to death in a year.

We blast skyward towards the interstellar transport that is to take us to a new earth. We reach the transport and successfully transfer over from our shuttle. I find my seat and avoid looking out the window, down towards the smoking earth. Our ship begins its final journey, and I rise from my seat to join the queue waiting for the minuscule restroom. As I do, a stack of gray containers buckled to the wall catches my eye at the back of the passenger hold. I exit the line and walk to the homogeneous assembly of boxes. I scan the printed numbers until I find number seventy-two. What idiot brings a box of dirt into outer space? Yet I know why I did. This box contains earth, rain, and a seed of life. That seed is the offspring of an organism that lived with purpose, a purpose fulfilled in this seed. It is an organism that lived its mortal life with purpose and that will die without pain. Yet why do I pine for eternity while squandering the mortal life I have? Why is the seed of eternity planted in the heart of a mortal man?

Hurtling towards the newborn Terra Nova colony where my new life will begin, I wonder whether the sting of death will be duller in this new world. I wonder whether the future of non-existence, just as inevitable in the new world as the old, will ever reconcile with the irrational certainty in my heart that my consciousness must persist beyond death; that the being of my inner self must surely be eternal.

Caddyshack (1980) First Time Watching! Movie Reaction!

Interesting story from Hal Turner. -MM

Entitled Killer Realizes She’s Never Going Home

“You’re clear to go,” John replied, watching her movements on his monitor 40 meters away in the command center of the International Space Station.

“Thank you, John,” Elara said, starting the airlock sequence. The inner door of the airlock hissed open, revealing its cramped and claustrophobic chamber. Hesitantly, Elara stepped into the small space, which barely fit her bulky spacesuit. As a new crew member at the International Space Station, this marked her first solo spacewalk—a milestone in her career as an astronaut. Some of the station’s solar panels had sustained damage from high-speed debris, likely space junks orbiting Earth left from previous space missions. Her mission was to inspect the damage, assess it, and make repairs.

She stepped into the airlock chamber and manually closed and secured the inner door. The locking mechanism engaged with a reassuring clunk. With a flashing orange light, the airlock began its programmed depressurization, making a gentle hiss as air pumped out of the chamber. As the air was drawn from the chamber, the hiss gradually faded until it stopped, coinciding with a green light illuminating, indicating that all the air had been vacated. It was now safe to proceed with opening the chamber’s outer door. But before that, Elara peered through the small porthole of the outer door. Since the porthole faced away from Earth and into the vastness of space, she saw nothing but blackness. The daunting darkness planted a seed of doubt in her mind and quickened her heartbeat.

“Are you okay, Elara?” John’s voice came through her comms.

“Yes, I am. Why?” she replied sharply as if John had questioned her ability to perform the spacewalk.

“Nothing; I just noticed your heartbeat is elevated.”

“My heartbeat?” she retorted.

“Don’t worry, Elara. I always feel tense before a spacewalk. It’s natural to feel nervous.”

“I’m neither tense nor nervous,” Elara retorted.

“I mean excited,” John altered his statement.

“Yes, I’m excited,” Elara responded, then tethered herself to the chamber, released the outer door lever, and pushed the door open. She instantly felt intimidated by the vast blackness sparkling with distant, tiny stars. From her viewpoint, she could see the space station’s habitation module, their living section, and part of the solar arrays that provided the electricity to sustain the station’s life support system. The station appeared small and fragile, a speck of dust against the immense emptiness of space.

With adrenaline coursing through her veins, she leaped outside. The sensation was overwhelming and immensely satisfying. She skillfully manipulated the controls of her Manned Maneuvering Unit (MMU), activating its tiny jetpacks, and spun around until she faced the Earth. Although she had seen the planet from the station’s portholes, viewing it from outside the station, floating about 400 kilometers above sea level, was mesmerizing. “My God, it’s so beautiful,” she exclaimed involuntarily.

“It’s a breathtaking view, isn’t it?” John said over the comms.

“Yes, it is,” she replied, filled with awe.

“This view of Earth never gets old. I wish the industrialists who are actively destroying our planet for a little extra profit could come here and see it from this perspective—to understand how fragile our beautiful planet truly is. Earth is our home, the only place we can live. Yet, for personal gain, we are actively harming it,” John said while monitoring Elara’s movements.

Elara replied, “I see your point, John.”

Elara was on duty and had a job, so she reluctantly turned her gaze away from the mesmerizing swirl of the emerald green and deep blue marble-like globe, navigating toward the solar arrays using her MMU’s controls. With John’s help, she quickly located the damaged solar panels and began her meticulous assessment. Although the space station was orbiting the Earth at a staggering speed of 28000 kilometers per hour, Elara felt as though she was utterly stationary, suspended in the silent void of space as she focused on the damaged solar panels below her.

Three individual solar panels, each measuring one square meter, were severely damaged, likely due to a collision with high-velocity space debris—probably discarded technological junk from previous human space ventures. Two additional panels showed signs of partial damage caused by debris as small as grains of sand. Despite their tiny size, the incredible speed of these particles, combined with the motion of the space station, allowed them to pierce the solar panels with the force and precision of bullets smashing a car’s windshield. To evaluate the extent of the damage, she initially concentrated on the panels with less damage, carefully assessing whether they could be salvaged or if all the panels needed complete replacement.

The monotony was interrupted by a peculiar sensation that made her mind flurry. Soft as a whisper, a gentle, barely perceptible breeze lightly brushed against her right arm, causing a slight shiver. “Impossible,” she dismissed it as mere imagination. She was encased in a pressurized suit 400 kilometers above the Earth’s surface, with no atmosphere capable of generating a breeze. The thought that her suit sleeve might be punctured and losing air filled her with concern. To reassure herself, Elara glanced at the digital readout on her wrist to check the oxygen level and the suit’s pressure. The readings were regular, and her spacesuit’s integrity appeared intact. She once more dismissed it as mere imagination and returned to her job. But the sensation intensified as if she had held her arm before a spinning fan. Her breath became shallow, echoing loudly in her helmet. She quickly checked the readout on her wrist again, which showed nothing unusual. “Is this monitoring device faulty?” The thought crossed her mind, triggering a wave of panic. If her spacesuit were leaking, she could lose pressure and die in a few minutes, if not seconds.

Before she could say anything, John came on the comms and asked, “Is everything okay, Elara? I noticed your high blood pressure and heart racing dangerously fast.”

“I can’t breathe!” she nearly shrieked.

“Why’s that? I don’t see any pressure drop. Your suit’s pressure is stable.”

“The life signs monitoring device must be faulty. I feel a constant breeze against the skin of my right arm,” Elara said in a voice filled with panic.

“Abort! Abort the mission, Elara,” John shouted over the comms. Although his monitor didn’t indicate any issues, it was better to be safe than sorry, so he asked Elara to abort the mission.

Overwhelmed by panic, Elara pushed herself away from the solar arrays and attempted to return to the airlock. However, with her impaired concentration, she lost control of her Manned Maneuvering Unit (MMU), which made her spin around violently, intensifying her panic. “I can’t do this!” she yelled desperately.

“Elara, calm down. You can do this. You’ve trained for situations like this,” John replied.

“I’m losing air. I’m going to die,” she said, her voice barely intelligible.

“Elara, if you’re losing air, it’s not that serious; otherwise, you would have already died.”

Elara’s sobbing was audible through the comms; she was experiencing a panic attack.

“You can do this, Elara.”

But Elara wasn’t in the right mental state to hear him; panic clouded her judgment.

“Lieutenant, take a deep breath and regain control. This is an order,” John said with authority, understanding that soldiers in shock would respond better to commands than rational conversation. Their intensive military training aimed to condition soldiers to follow orders.

“Yes, sir,” Elara replied weakly.

“Lieutenant, listen to me carefully. Take control of your MMU and return to the airlock ASAP. This is an order.”

“Yes, sir,” she said. After several failed attempts, she regained control of her Manned Maneuvering Unit and slowly but steadily moved toward the space station hall and the airlock. Seeing the hall grow bigger through her helmet’s visor boosted her confidence. “I’m getting closer,” she said joyfully.

“Keep going, Lieutenant, you can make it,” John said authoritatively.

Elara involuntarily laughed as her hand touched the airlock handle. It was a great relief; she was saved.

“Lieutenant, slowly push the lever down and open the airlock’s outer door.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, pushing the lever down.

Standing in the airlock chamber boosted her confidence. She wasn’t going to die alone in Earth orbit. The hiss of air filling the room was the sweetest music to her ears, reassuring her of her safe return. When the inner door of the airlock opened, John, the station commander; Martina, the Italian astronaut and biologist; and Sergey, the Russian cosmonaut, were there to help her. Until then, the readout had shown no faults in her spacesuit. They quickly assisted her in removing the suit and carefully checked it. It appeared intact, but a pressure test would be needed later. Martina handed her a warm drink and said, “Please drink this; it will make you feel better.”

“Thank you,” Elara said, happily sucking the warm drink—hot chocolate—from the container’s nozzle.

When they helped her remove her undergarment, Martina discovered a spider in the right sleeve of her dress. “Where did this spider come from?” she asked.

“This is a space spider,” Sergey teased.

Martina quickly grabbed the spider and transferred it into a sealed glass container. “On the previous mission, the crew researched spiders’ ability to produce silk webs in zero gravity. This one likely escaped from their container.”

“So, all this drama is caused by this ugly spider?” Elara asked.

“It appears so,” John responded.

“It felt like a breeze brushing against my arm,” Elara said.

“The station should be bug-free, so you didn’t expect a spider to be in your suit, which is why your brain interpreted the sensation of the crawling spider on your skin as a breeze—like a breeze brushing against your skin,” Martina explained.

She Went to a Store and Vanished. It Took 30 Years to Learn the Unexpected Truth

Building a Political Economy that Serves People First

An exercise

One of the aims of the Geopolitical Gymnasium is to educate readers about the different political-economic systems to show that there is an alternative to the Western Neoliberal system that’s kept the Global majority from attaining basic development goals. That aim is interspersed with reports on geopolitical events and information to help readers gain a different understanding of Russia, China, and BRICS from how they’re described by Western Media. I’ve made no secret that I’m a student and associate of Dr. Michael Hudson and promote his writings and internet discussions because they help explain the POV that’s expressed here. His main critique of the attempt to create a new international political economic system not controlled by the Outlaw US Empire and its vassals is that there’s no unified development theory that aspiring nations can adopt as they escape from Neoliberal oppression, which often employs Neocolonialism as its main tool. Such a theory is present within Hudson’s entire body of work over his career, but it doesn’t exist in one place. However, over the last year in his weekly discussions with Dr. Richard Wolff on Nima’s Dialog Works program various components of such a theory were presented. Last week, the discussion was geared to talk about that and what BRICS could/should do. Here’s what’s considered fundamental from last week’s discussion:

Well, the key move that China has made and that the BRICS countries need to emulate is keeping banking as a public monopoly, a public creation of money and credit so that it will be used to finance actual industrial and agricultural and government infrastructure investment, not predatory behavior of the banks of Europe. [My Emphasis]

For that to happen within any nation, the banking system must be lawfully made into a public utility via the national constitution. And as I’ve suggested before, that’s not the only thing that needs to be lawfully mandated. Essentially all services that support modern human existence that can be considered natural monopolies must also be lawfully made public utilities. Much of this structure can be easily adopted by the many rather young nations that emerged from Colonialism since all too many were advised and adopted Western Neoliberal constructs because many of their leaders were educated in Western institutions. Again, the governing philosophy is to serve people first via people centered development. Like it or not, a nation’s people are its primary form and source of Capital—Human Capital—because they are the ones who get things done—produce products and services, construct infrastructure and maintain equipment, provide healthcare and education, as well as govern.

No nation on the planet is starting from a zero point—something already exists politically and economically. The main determining factor is who is served by what already exists—is it all the people or just one or several classes? In other words, how equitable is the nation? Here another goal needs to be introduced and acknowledged: For a nation to prosper to the best of its ability, it must be in harmony with itself and its overall environment—ecosystem and international relations. The only way to get the best performance from a nation’s human capital is for as many as possible to have an opportunity to perform to the best of their ability—neglecting as few as possible, meaning only those with the most debilitating life conditions, which in reality ought to be a very small number. Education for all is the pathway to generating that best performance. Building an outstanding educational system is easy in theory but difficult in practice as reality has proven. Why? Because other national attributes were made more important, the military in all too many cases. But also because the money to create such a system wasn’t under public control. And here’s where we see the need for a strong government to ensure sovereignty and enforcement of the national constitution.

What provides for the strength of any government? The support of its citizenry. What ought to provide for the basis of that support? A constitution that serves the needs of the citizenry. Thus, the key is having a proper constitution—not something vague that empowers one class like the US Constitution and established an oligarchy despite the rationale present in its preamble. A constitution that’s specific yet terse in outlining the functions of government and the place of public utilities within the government would be basic. Based on historical experiences, some form of meritocratic qualifications that must be possessed by those seeking public approval to govern must be provided as a way to expose the corruptible and keep them out of governance. Also based on historical experience, a parliamentary form of government capable of attracting many political factions thus giving citizens the widest possible choices appears to be best that also combines an elected president where the division of duties would see the Prime Minister running the legislative and some ministerial portions of the government while the President would conduct planning and overall management of the military and monetary portions of government—the idea is for attaining/keeping Harmony as the government’s goal domestically and with its international relations. My aim here is not to write a constitution but to provide basic guidelines for each nation’s public to discuss and design their own. That way the nation’s people have ownership of their destiny. How hard should it be to amend a constitution and should ratified treaties automatically become part of the constitution are two very good questions. Another relates to the incorporation of international law if ratified treaties don’t become part of the constitution; for example, the UN Charter and Universal Declaration of Human Rights.

The treatment of private financial operations, if they’re allowed, also comes into question. Should they be allowed to charge interest, and if so, should the amount be capped? Capital control laws and a Tobin Tax assessed on currency trading along with strict regulation of capital markets is also a must. In most nations, such laws aren’t incorporated into constitutions mainly because the constitution pre-dates their need; however, we’ve seen how easy it is for a faction to gain control and alter legislation in its favor. Private munitions companies are also a threat to any nation’s harmony and thus need to be public utilities. And there’re a host of others: All public transportation and roads, perhaps including taxis; water, sewer, communications, energy delivery; education; healthcare; fundamental insurance including welfare and retirement pensions. The idea is to eliminate all possible points where rent can be collected privately instead of regulated and collected by government. And that brings us to housing. If subsoil rights belong to all the people, then shouldn’t all land be deemed public and leased by government for a fee? If housing is essential for modern human existence, then who/what is to finance and construct it? It’s claimed that people who own things take better care of them. Many nations have built high density housing and then allocated it to its citizens freely or for a nominal fee or monthly rent. The public via the government thus is responsible for the property’s upkeep. IMO, this is another question nations must decide for themselves. Personally, I’d prefer a hybrid system where young people are allocated high density housing when they finish their schooling and enter the workforce thus making it easy to afford to start a family. They can then generate savings with which to eventually purchase a home, whose price will be low because the land is publicly owned.

The ultimate aim of all the above is to keep the cost-of-living as low as possible so the nation’s economy will be competitive as wages don’t neet to be exorbitant thanks to an excessive cost-of-living. Thus, the economy can be low-cost, high-skilled and continue in that mode as it modernizes via development. The most important and basic part of any nation’s economic development must be its ability to feed itself—nutritional sovereignty. Basic industry that stems from agriculture and providing for public needs can thus grow and generate the products for commerce. It’s entirely possible to have a prosperous, harmonious nation with a basic economy because all its needs are in its own hands. Its government provides the investment credit for development and is repaid in the long term as the nation prospers. No IMF or World Bank loans are needed because dollars aren’t needed. The types of development exchanges provided by China and Russia aim at avoiding indebtedness, and I expect other middle income BRICS nations to do similar things as they all help the rest of humanity to develop.

People Centered Development is a communitarian, mutually beneficial arrangement that could be described as social-capitalism since Capital is still a requirement in the development process but doesn’t imply that the system then becomes Capitalist and dominated by a small class marked by extreme wealth. The idea is to keep the wealth generated by the economy within the society as the investment capital for further development. Some initial production facilities might be state-owned-enterprises (SOE) and remain that way or perhaps spin-off “private” enterprises owned by their workers. One very important lesson is clear from Russian and Chinese development—Labor, Government, and Management/Business/Entrepreneurs must all work together for the goal of attaining and maintaining national harmony. Government includes the entire educational system and state-run research institutes where labor and the productive sectors merge together to execute the current plans and importantly plan for the future. This structure demands expertise and thus people proven meritocratically. Most BRICS nations and aspirants are far smaller, but the initial structure and philosophy of developing nation enterprises must be properly established for the system to prosper and that depends on education. As noted, all nations are already operating, none are a taula rasa. How to convince the leadership of developing nations that such a system is in their interests and is possible to implement? In many cases, it’s assumed the answer is: We can’t develop because of the Debt Issue. So, after having written all the above, it appears it needs to begin with some ideas of how to defeat the debt boot so a fresh start can begin monetarily and fiscally. I’ve commented on the debt issue before and termed it odious for almost all developing nations, but what do they do once it’s declared odious? Doing an entire reboot that includes writing a new constitution seems to be the place to start.

This was a good exercise. Having done it has convinced me that the issue needs to begin with how to clear the slate so something new can be written, and that means freeing nations from the odious debt that keeps them down politically and economically since they have no agency against the Neocolonial power of the Outlaw US Empire and its vassals unless all such nations band together and declare their independence together. I know those with a more powerful voice than I have aired their advice, but how many of those nations were listening? Well, it won’t hurt if I chime in. Perhaps I’ll be motivated to rewrite this and send it to some of the developing nations embassies here within the Empire. We’ll see.

Everyone Who Watched This Footage Doesn’t Have An Explanation

Title: Sir Whiskerton and the Fart Symphony

Ah, dear reader, prepare your nostrils—and your ears—for a tale of musical mayhem, accidental acoustics, and the most organic wind instruments ever performed. Today’s adventure stars Porkchop the Pig, whose digestive system becomes an unwilling soloist in Lady Quacka’s grand concert, much to the delight of Jazzpurr the Beatnik Cat, who mistakes it for high art. So grab a clothespin (for your nose) and a beret (for your soul), and join us for The Fart Symphony—a performance that proves even the rudest noises can be refined with the right attitude.

Act 1: The Concert of a Lifetime

Lady Quacka had prepared for weeks.

• Lady Quacka: “Tonight, the farm shall witness true artistry! A quacking concerto! A feathered fantasia!”
• Sir Whiskerton: “Or we could all just… not.”

She took the stage (a repurposed hay bale), adjusted her sequined cape, and raised her wings—just as Porkchop lumbered past, his stomach gurgling like a swamp.

• Porkchop: “Uh-oh.”

Then—it happened.

A deep, resonant BRRRRRT echoed across the pasture.

• Lady Quacka: [Eyes widening] “Darling, your rump is a virtuoso!”
• Porkchop: “I… didn’t mean to?”
• Jazzpurr: [Snapping his fingers] “Yes. Yes. The texture! The timbre! This is jazz, baby!”

Act 2: The Birth of “The Flatulent Four”

Jazzpurr, inspired, recruited the unlikeliest bandmates:

• Porkchop (on “natural windpipes”).
• Bessie the Cow (on “mood-sensitive moo-harmonica”).
• Rufus the Dog (on “tail percussion”—mostly just wagging).
• Lady Quacka (on “diva vocals”).

Their first rehearsal was… revolutionary.

• Porkchop’s “B-flat” (a squeaky, three-second toot) brought tears to Jazzpurr’s eyes.
• Bessie’s “improvisational cud solo” was “deeply moo-ving.”
• The Farmer, passing by, sniffed the air: “Is that… art?”

Act 3: The Grand Finale (and the Great Ventilation)

Word spread. By showtime, the entire farm had gathered—even Doris the Hen, who claimed she was only there to “critique.”

• The Performance: A *10-minute* opus titled “Ode to Digestion”, featuring Porkchop’s “Epic Crescendo” (a five-note fart scale) and Lady Quacka’s “Quack-ophony.”
• The Crowd:
  • The Worms waved tiny lighter… uh, mud clumps.
  • Professor Quackenstein took “scientific notes” (mostly just doodling fart clouds).
  • Sir Whiskerton wore earplugs and nose plugs.

Then—disaster.

Porkchop’s finale was too powerful. The hay-bale stage collapsed, sending the band tumbling into a pile of very flammable (and now very scented) straw.

• Jazzpurr: “The chaos! The passion! We’ll call it… freeform jazz!”
• Lady Quacka: “I’ve never been so alive!” (She was upside down in a trough.)

The Moral (and the Post-Credit Encore)

Moral: Art is where you find it—even if it smells like yesterday’s slop.

Post-Credit Scene:
The Valley Chicks release a “Fart Symphony Remix” on CluckTok. It goes viral (for all the wrong reasons).

Best Lines:

• “Darling, your rump is a virtuoso!” – Lady Quacka, art critic
• “The B-flat was chef’s kiss.” – Jazzpurr, fart connoisseur
• “Is that… art?” – The Farmer, philosopher

Starring:

• Porkchop (Accidental Maestro)
• Lady Quacka (Diva of the Damned)
• Jazzpurr (Jazz Prophet)

Why It’s Hilarious:

• Bodily Humor: Farts + jazz = kid comedy gold.
• Character Chaos: A diva duck embracing flatulence, a cat who thinks it’s genius.
• Happy Ending: Even disasters can be art (if you’re pretentious enough).

Now, go forth—and may your symphonies be in tune, if not in scent. 🎷💨🎶

Avocado Pesto Chicken

Ingredients

Chicken

• 4 to 6 boneless, skinless chicken breasts
• 1/2 cup olive oil
• 1/4 cup white wine,
• 1/4 cup each fresh dill, cilantro and basil
• 3 cloves garlic
• 1 tablespoon lime juice
• 1 teaspoon sea salt
• 1 teaspoon freshly ground pepper

Pesto

• 3 ripe avocados
• 1 large tomato
• 10 leaves cilantro
• 2 cloves garlic
• 2 teaspoons lemon juice
• 2 bags or nice size bunches of spinach
• 2 tomatoes

Instructions

1. In a food processor or blender combine olive oil, white wine, dill, cilantro, basil, garlic, lime juice, salt and pepper. Put into a suitable marinating pan or bowl. Put aside 1/4 cup of this for later use.
2. Butterfly and pound chicken to approximately 1/2 inch thickness, then cut in half. Place chicken in the pesto marinade and refigerate covered 1/2 hour to an hour depending on what kind of time you have. Once marinated, broil for 8 to 10 minutes on each side.
3. Pit and remove avocado meat from avocado. Chop large tomato. In a blender combine avocado, tomato, lemon juice, garlic and cilantro making sure you have washed it and removed excess moisture. Place in bowl, cover and refrigerate.
4. Wash and remove excess moisture from spinach, chop 2 tomatoes and combine.
5. In a saute pan bring 1/4 cup pesto marinade that you set aside to a medium heat; add salt and pepper to the saute pan. Add spinach and tomato lightly folding it so that it blanches but does not overcook. Be sure to mix the pesto in thoroughly.
6. Spread spinach on a large serving dish. Place chicken on top of spinach with a slight overlay on each breast. Place approximately 1 tablespoon avocado mixture on each breast. Garnish plate along the edge of with what is left of the avocado mixture. Garnish with lemon and lime wedges and cilantro (optional, but really dresses it up).