Think tactile

What do kids need these days?

A cellphone with a myriad of APPs loaded? And then just give the kids bread and rice?

Nope.

I’m old school.

Kids need stuff that inspires their interests. What ever they might be.

If a girl likes music, fashion, and animals. Then there should be items that appeal to her senses in those areas. Like fabrics, and scrap books. Dolls with clothing swaps and what not.

If the boy is a “boy” then opt for adventure.

Same thing is a girl is a “girl”.

You can’t go wrong with adventure.

So, on that line… I would suggest a globe, and maps for starters. Then add a few devices that promotes mystery, discovery and interests. Whatever they might be.

What I am saying is that all children should have a big globe, and a extra large wall map if they are even remotely interested in travel and adventure.

Then, you can flush out their interests, what ever they might be. Metal detecting, bottles, perfume samples, books, or stories. Tactile. Things that you can physically touch. A globe that you can spin.

A large wall map that you can look at and study.

Tactile… things that you can hold, and toss around in your hands.

And so…

It’s just a musing. But I believe that things need to be TACTILE.

If you have children do not rely on videos, computers and software. You need to provide them with things that they can physically manipulate. Tactile.

Velvets. Silks. Hard. Soft. Carved. Weighed coins. Etc.

And that’s all for today.

Think tactile.

And with that, today…

What happened in your office that became the stuff of legend?

We had a staff member who had narcolepsy, for whom we provided a nap room when she felt an episode coming on. This room was in an unused corner office with no windows, and originally only held a bed and a small table.

In our industry it was common for staff, particularly younger staff, to work extremely long hours and even spend the night in the office. Before we had the nap room, these folks would sometimes camp out under their desks, so they were understandably excited that a more hospitable option was available. Even after the woman with narcolepsy left the organization, the nap room remained.

At some point our staff photographer, who was responsible for taking headshots among other things, found that the plain white walls in the nap room were great for this purpose: easy to light, with no distracting background elements. She started regularly snapping headshots in the room when it was not occupied. People being photographed would sit on the bed.

Enter, one day, an important client. Being shown around the office by our CEO.

Walking to, and looking into a windowless room in a professional office with:

A bed.
A large light and baffle.
A tripod with a large camera on it.
Pointed at the bed.

The nap room was decommissioned and turned into a regular office shortly after that 😀

Can the Singapore Police carry a gun in the metro?

The police generally don’t use public transport on uniform duty.

I’ll just describe one operational risk. A petite female officer can be overpowered physically and the crowd subjected to a unprovoked spree shooting.

Of course plain clothes officers may be lurking, but the public is none the wiser unless an arrest is made.

What the police did is to set up Transcom or the Public Transport Security Command which trains and schedules FPGs or Foot Patrol Groups for regular high visibility patrols in the subway system. These are armed and uniformed officers who operate in groups that stay within sight. They patrol stations and trains as part of everyday show-of-force duties.

Ghobi Parathas (Cauliflower Filled Parathas)

Yield: 9 (5 inch) breads

Ingredients

Dough

4 cups whole wheat flour
1 to 3 cups cold water
3/4 cup ghee

Cauliflower Filling

2 tablespoons ghee
1 tablespoon finely chopped fresh ginger root
1 teaspoon finely chopped garlic
1/2 cup finely chopped onions
1 teaspoon turmeric
1/8 teaspoon ground hot red pepper
1 medium cauliflower, trimmed, and coarsely chopped
1 tablespoon finely chopped fresh hot green chile
1 teaspoon ground cumin
1 teaspoon salt
6 to 8 tablespoon ghee

Instructions

Dough

In a small bowl, combine the whole wheat flour and 1/4 cup of the ghee. With your fingertips rub the flour and fat together until they look like flakes of coarse meal. Pour 1 cup of water over the mixture all at once, knead together vigorously, and gather the dough into a compact ball. If the dough crumbles, add up to 2 cups more water, 1/4 cup at a time, until the particles adhere. On a lightly floured surface, knead the dough by folding it end to end, then pressing it down and pushing it forward several times with the heel of your hand. Repeat for 7 or 8 minutes, until the dough is smooth and elastic. Again gather it into a ball. Place the dough in a bowl, drape a kitchen towel over the top, and let it rest at room temperature for at least 30 minutes before rolling it.

Cauliflower Filling

Meanwhile, in a heavy 10 to 12 inch skillet, heat 2 tablespoons of ghee over high heat until a drop of water flicked into it splutters instantly. Stir in the ginger and garlic, then the onions. Lower the heat to moderate and, stirring constantly, fry the mixture for 7 or 8 minutes, until the onions are soft and golden brown. Watch carefully for any sign of burning and regulate the heat accordingly. Stir in the turmeric, red pepper, cauliflower, chili, cumin and salt. Reduce the heat to low, cover tightly and cook for 10 minutes, or until the cauliflower is tender but still slightly resistant to the bite.
To make the parathas, divide the cauliflower mixture into 9 equal portions. Divide the dough also into 9 portions and drape a dampened kitchen towel over them to keep the dough moist. One at a time, on a lightly floured surface, roll a ball of dough into a round about 5 inches in diameter. Place a portion of the filling mixture in the center of the round and fold the edges over it, pressing them together to enclose the filling securely. Pat the filled paratha flat with your hands, then gently roll it again to make a round about 5 inches in diameter. As you shape and fill the parathas, set them aside, covered with a dampened kitchen towel to keep them from drying out.
Heat an ungreased 10 to 12 inch skillet with a nonstick finish or a well seasoned cast iron skillet or griddle until it is hot enough for a drop of water flicked into it to splutter instantly. Place one of the parathas in the pan and, moving it about constantly with your fingers or the edge of a metal spatula, cook for a minute or so. With a wide spatula, turn the paratha over and brush about a teaspoon of the ghee on the top. Cook for 2 minutes, then turn it over, spread with another teaspoon of ghee and cook for I minute. Turning frequently, continue to cook until the paratha is brown on both sides.
Serve the parathas warm, as a mealtime bread. They are traditionally accompanied by plain yoghurt or any rayta.

Notes

Parathas may be cooked ahead and reheated in a hot ungreased skillet for a minute or so on each side.

What funny but slightly inappropriate thing has happened to you?

I am a white female who isn’t prejudice. I went with my husband to fast food place few years back.

At the counter checking out was an African male. I thought he looked familiar. On the way out he stopped. To asked me where he knew me from. We couldn’t figured it out.

Awhile later while husband and I were eating the same person came back to talk to me.

He said I know now where I knew you. He named a health club which I had gone several months to for the pool. Then gave me his name.

I said oh yes. You was great about helping me. Whenever I needed help.

So as he left …he loudly said “You didn’t recognize me. Because I had clothes on.” He was thinking before he always had only swim trunks on Whenever we had seen each other in the past.

Then he realized how it sounded. And tried to explain to our audience what he had meant. He profusely aprogized to my husband and I.

I was laughing my head off. Because I was thinking how upset some of family would be if they were there.

But he had always been a perfect gentleman to me. So I wasn’t upset. But thrilled to be able to introduce him to my husband.

Is China a good country for India to become friends?

I have been to China. Before reaching there I had been quite apprehensive about how I, holding an Indian passport, would be treated by the Chinese people.

On my arrival at Beijing from Hong Kong, I was pleasantly surprised by the behaviour of the immigration officials. A man at the counter behind a glass window took my passport and gave a small form to fill in. I was wondering what was awaiting me.

When I handed it over to him, he just looked at it, then into my passport pages containing my personal details and the visa pasted therein, glanced on the computer screen before him, stamped my passport and handed it over to me. No question was asked. The whole process took less than 5 minutes.

A policewoman in uniform opened the side gate and said in clear English “welcome to China” with a smile. Such gestures were repeated by almost everyone I met there, even by the people on the street.

This was my personal visit. I do not know how they would behave with Indian officials at the government to government level.

This was in sharp contrast to my experience on my first arrival at an European city few years earlier. I was under the impression that those countries were friendly to India. I was bitterly disappointed by the behaviour of the people in general there.

In the air forces of the world, I believe there is an onboard device called IFF i.e. Identification Friend or Foe. This is useful in avoiding any friendly fire upon a fighter aircraft of the same country. I think India needs to recalibrate its diplomatic IFF while dealing with China and the majority of the western powers. Without meaning any bitterness with anyone, we have to approach this subject with a balanced perspective.

Hearts A-Pfishing: A Romance as by J.D. Robbed

Submitted into Contest #213 in response to: Write about an AI or person trying to inject a ‘human touch’ into their work.… view prompt

Martin Ross

Dedicated to and based on a concept by Danschneider Arroyo, for every scammed author and lover everywhere…Chapter 54East Vrmlmelmnsk, SybursloveniaAt last, Alexis’ heart’s desire was within one GPS turn of fulfillment, and her desirous heart thumped rapidly as she crossed the landfill beyond the village bazaar.The trans-Atlantic journey, the loss of her luggage at the charmingly quaint bicycle-powered Aeropotschk carousel, the succession of taxis and taxi robberies, the bribes to countless provincial cops, the chicken she was coerced to buy at the market, the foreigny threats that bombarded her as she roamed the cobbled streets in search of 12 Zjrchskmsk Avenue, rooster wrestling under her arm — it would all be worth it when she could look her pfisher soulmate in his unpatched eye.“Your destination is in 300 feet, on your left,” Siri cooed. “Please be aware of organ harvesting activity ahead; I can devise an alternative route back to the Aeropotschk…”But Alexis now was guided by her appetites rather than her apps, and she pressed ahead, gently driving away one of the local street weasels that might have been the twin of the creature she’d nibbled at a charmingly retro crate in the marketplace, after her desire-filled gut had throbbed with non-cardiac desire for something beyond the boiled airline chickpeas.Her heart swelled with swollen feelings as she reached the last hovel at the end of the block before the rustic old cell phone/nuclear waste dump. Her delicate, alabaster fist-blossom froze before the warped plank that served as the door. This was crazy – when the private eye her BFFs at the cat café/cupcake emporium had hired for her traced the pfisher’s IP address to this tiny hamlet in a pastorally bombed-out former Soviet republic, she’d poured out her pain and fury at this Facebook scammer before understanding that rage is but the other side of that coin we call love. Between the lines of the badly constructed, clumsy warning that her system had been compromised and the ransomware demand, Alexis could sense the heart of a wounded outlaw soul. Like Beauty and her Beast, Bullock and her Jesse James…Steeling her desire-saturated heart, the baker/quilter-turned-author rapped on the splintered wood like a desirous heart beating out a rhythm of love. “Come. To. Me; Come. To. Me.”The love-plank finally shifted, and a glacially blue eye peered from the shadows, like the piercing light of Cupid’s lighthouse beacon across the dark and ripply waters of doubt and pain. Alexis now knew her story wasn’t the website romance that “Lance Boyles” had pirated into an internationally acclaimed erotic vampire suspense thriller. Her story began with this rogue who indeed had stolen her desire-riddled heart.

“Lance” grunted a series of long words neither Alexis nor most of her readers would have understood even had they been in English rather than some rural Slovenian language. Only her fondant sous-chef Russian Mikhail back home was poly-Slavic, but while he had insisted on accompanying her on her journey, Mikhail himself had found bliss with the lady day-trader from the city who’d finally taken her face out of her laptop long enough to discover the true meaning of rapture and pre-molded frosting at the town bake-off and comforter fair. The ceremony was next week at the old fiction mill by the river, the Reverend Dodge officiating.

Alexis thus implored Lance to repeat his declaration into her cellphone. Her Cunning Linguist app translated.

“It is you, my Alexis, at last. You have made the future of my destiny a reality!”

He shoved the plank aside and emerged. Aside from the gnarled and possibly infected face-navel that had once served as his left eye, Lance was perfect. Hours of hacking and scamming in his dark garret had chiseled his upper arms into Greek statue kind of arms, and his jogging suit-draped legs had been shaped by constant escape from global law enforcement and Bulgarian mobsters. Lance’s was a life lived large, and Alexis felt a stirring in her loins wholly different than her reaction to the boiled garbanzos.

Alexis fell into Lance’s arms, and his eye leaked dewy tears of love moisture. Lance grunted again, his Tokarev gun dipping sensually below his pelvis.

“Can you forgive me?” Cunning Linguist recited.

“Forgive you???” Alexis gasped, catching a lungful of waste dump sulfur. “You silly, beautiful Cyclops! You have made my humble paranormal suspense novella a classic in five Eurasian markets, and Kindled the long-extinguished embers of desire in my heart furnace. And besides…”

She displayed the locket she had blinded a cabbie/former surgeon to protect. The woman had gone down hard and valiantly, and Alexis vowed to name a werewraith in her next novel after the driver, adding a few vowels for reader ease, of course. The filigreed gold clamshell was inscribed with her non-nom de plume fake writer name. Lance squinted at the florid mall engraving, then switched to his good eye.

A.I. Chatt.

Alexis’ digitalized heart swelled with love blood as the thief of that previously mentioned heart realized there was nothing for his future life mate to forgive. No more torture or remorse or fear of mercenary revenge squad retaliation. Lance’s life of underground plagiarism had nearly ended in violence numerous times – the Kindle Unlimited attack on his favorite wifi coffee shop/arms dealer; Nora Roberts’ Mossad-trained hit squad coming after his mother as she prepared his beloved borscht and cloned stolen Discover cards. The grainy photos of the meeting between a coldly vengeful and immaculately put-together Danielle Steele and Ivan the Badger in a Budapest Chik-Fil-A his bro Sergei the trafficker had Messenger’d him.

As colleague after colleague had been “Kristin Hannah’ed,” as those in the trade called it, Lance had stayed one step ahead. Now, he had been apprehended by this spunky paperback word-poet, his heart clamped in the titanium grip of Alexis’ love-cuffs. His sentence? Life, in a maximum security prison with Alexis as his love-jailer.

Lance grunted. Cunning Linguist processed Alexis’ newfound language of love.

“So. You want to see the place?”

“Oh, yes, YES! On the soul of Stephenie Meyer, a million times YES!” Alexis exclaimed, flattening a feral cat as she hurled the plank aside. She felt like a bad Eastern European knockoff of Pinocchio (one of Lance’s top-selling works in the Russian children’s market and unedited, on the YA list). Alexis’ Intel chip glowed warm within her OEM bosom.

Tonight, she would become a real woman, if they could figure out a workable interface…

Ex Tried To Take My Son Away, Now She’s BEGGING Me To Help Raise Her Baby After Lover Abandoned Her

The Reaction of Western Legacy Sites to Xiaohongshu / Rednote: A Requiem

This is not an attempt at “both side’sing”, justification of any national policy on any side, etc. This is just something I’ve been noticing more and more as I continue lurking on Western social media. In a nutshell, I want to establish a few, if a bit cynical, items that I think are highly likely to be true if not outright true by definition:

Governments in general monitor the internet space. This can be for legitimate purposes like terrorism, or not-so legitimate purposes such as shutting down discourse otherwise defined as legal.
There is very little anonymity on the internet. Don’t post anything you are not willing to have exposed. From my profile, if you are determined enough, you can probably triangulate what area I live/lived in, what hobbies I have, and how frequently I do those hobbies and thus, find me at those places.
From point #2. This means that government “infiltration” of apps means little, legal or otherwise. This does not mean this is not meaningful legalistically, but practically, there is not much meaning. Yes, the Chinese government can probably see my XHS profile and access the data I provided to XHS. However, the same can be said of any of Meta’s apps. I do not doubt that the US government can easily access my information as a British citizen with little, if any difficulty.
- For those about to jump into the comments about how the CIA/FBI would never do anything illegal like accessing the data of American citizens ad-hoc because they need a court order, and that the CIA cannot act against Americans citizens above the law, I can only vaguely gesture my hands in disbelief and point you to the list of times the CIA has done exactly that. Reminder: this is just a list of the times they were caught.

Having established that, we can agree that despite all its flaws, social media does have a strength in that you can generally feel the pulse of its userbase and/or management in regards to sentiment. Artificial behaviour is relatively easy to spot.

If I see a majority of posts on /pol/ organising pro-LGBTQ marches, or moderate socialism in opposition to right wing politics taking off on X, or a sudden majority influx of boomers suddenly going “Kumbaya” shouting about how hard working millennials are, I would be very suspicious in regards to the authenticity of such a shift, unless an external factor, such as a major event that changed the minds of a large number of people, or an influx of new users, which is clearly documented, can explain this.

Hence as a general whole, governments have tended away from outright manipulation campaigns. Censorship is possibly the most surface level of manipulation techniques, since you are fooling no one. People who witnessed the censored event know it took place, and remember.

What you’re doing is damage control, which is mitigation rather than influencing, hence, censorship is also the most common. The desired outcome is much easier to achieve. That’s why North Korea with its claims (as a hypothetical example) that ‘Kim Jong Un invented the hamburger in 1998’ or whatever are laughable. People notice ‘new facts’ more than they do ‘now hidden things’.

This post on the popular subreddit r/antiwork is what made me kick off the dust on this account and draft this. It’s simply bizarre.

For reference, antiwork is a ‘socialist’ subreddit, famously clowned on because one of the mods went on American national television, and decided an impromptu interview was the best course of action, despite looking like the exact caricature of a weak, unwashed millennial. In other words, a loser:

Regardless of whether or not that mod is representative of the average user in that subreddit, the relevant points are:

Reddit is already one of the most left/liberal-leaning Western social media platforms (for what that’s worth)
This is a subreddit for workers globally, not just Americans
This is a subreddit that is more left than the Reddit average due to socialist politics.

So… What gives on the third bullet point? It’s been over a week since Americans (many users of that sub) jumped on Rednote. Tiktok has been around for years. The impetus for this is no doubt the former, since it correlates with the “X-Meta blockade” a lot of subreddits are doing in response to Elon outing himself and doing 2 Nazi salutes:

Reddit Forums Propose Banning X Links After Elon Musk’s Controversial Salute

Musk’s gesture has received mixed reactions from politicians and academics, with some likening it to a Nazi salute and others saying it was an accidental action made in the heat of his victory speech.

https://www.forbes.com/sites/antoniopequenoiv/2025/01/22/reddit-forums-propose-banning-x-links-after-elon-musks-controversial-salute/

So again, where does the CCP angle come in? “Hostile foreign government” is solely from the view of the US (state. I’ve always been the proponent that if most Americans got to know China, they’d largely agree on most things, and that both sides generally comprise of good people. History has vindicated me on this :smug:)

Never mind the fact that a lot of Reddit users aren’t even American! On what grounds can an American position be forced on say, the Russian, or Somalian, or Mauritian Reddit user? Or even those near the Imperial core such as the EU?

Note the 41k updoots (the up arrow at the bottom, aka internet points). That means most users agree right? Keep in mind, the Reddit upvote system is a simple subtraction/addition formula. A user can upvote a post, giving one point. A user can downvote a post, subtracting a point.

Meaning that for something to have 41k upvotes, that can mean any number of combinations as long as the sum total is 41,000:

+41,000 + ( -0) = 41,000
+49,000 + ( -8,000) = 41,000
+100,000 + ( -59,000) = 41,000

By any measure, a 41k margin is a hugely positive reaction. Logically, even if a large minority of users downvote, the sentiment in the post count should reflect the sentiments of the comment generally and the sentiment of real users by extension.

This is not the case. These are the most upvoted comments (barring one about G+ engineering, which I am too computer-science ignorance to grasp). Don’t worry, I’m not cherry-picking shit from the 0–3 engagement range.

I’ve collapsed some sub-comments to give you a more complete view of the top posts that are being most engaged with, but feel free to view the thread. Don’t worry. It’s not like I’m trying to rehash Yellow Peril stereotypes and my best bet is pulling out fringe comments out my ass to paint a distorted picture.

Ok. Let’s go back to what we talked about regarding censorship versus influencing. Mind you, you can influence via censorship. That just appears in the form of algorithms feeding you more and more of one side in order to induce an opinion change. They can even create accounts that do nothing but post political agenda:

https://theconcernedbird.substack.com/p/elon-musks-and-xs-role-in-2024-election

However, looking at this microcosm, I hope you can agree that logistically, it’s much easier to create a mass bot farms for the purpose for upvoting, than it is to create a mass bot farm for the purpose of pushing out semi-unique content for comment sections/posts even with LLMs, even if we leave behind the “how easy is it to spot manipulation” angle.

It’s much easier to make a swarm of bots to upvote a post, and leave, than it is to make the same swarm consistently engage in the comments due to simple technological constraints (sending data back and forth, running LLMs, etc).

Yes, those accounts commenting against the XHS ban could be suspicious, but there is a narrative reason for that which is well documented – American Tiktokers going on XHS en-mass to the tune of multiple millions in a day, and being shocked at what China actually looks like. I’ve combed through quite a lot of the thread. Comments backing the ban are simply not common, and when they appear, they are downvoted overwhelmingly by other users instead of upvoted. The positive sentiment on the post is simply not reflected in the comments. There is little pushback (numerically) against the criticism of the third bullet point.

I don’t know if it’s just a few mods coding a bunch of bots, real (but unnatural) activity from a silent majority, or even more organised actors. I am not a journalist, or someone with the investigation skills to do much more than speculating on a strange pattern.

I’ve seen much, much more people go mask off as well as more ‘intervention from above’ to make sure you have the ‘right-think’, in response to the XHS-Tiktok exchange creating a lot of Americans who have in a couple weeks, drastically changed their view of China.

Post link:

https://www.reddit.com/r/antiwork/comments/1i79k8z/x_meta_and_ccpaffiliated_content_is_no_longer/?sort=top

Sir Whiskerton and the Case of the Forgotten Root Cellar

Ah, dear reader, welcome back to another whimsical adventure in the life of Sir Whiskerton, the farm’s most brilliant (and modest) detective. Today’s tale takes us deep beneath the barnyard, into a long-forgotten root cellar—a place shrouded in mystery, cobwebs, and the faint scent of turnips past their prime. What begins as a simple exploration quickly turns into a laugh-filled mystery, complete with puns, wordplay, and a moral that will warm your heart like a freshly baked potato. So grab your flashlight (and maybe a clothespin for your nose) as we dive into The Case of the Forgotten Root Cellar.

The Discovery

It all began on a crisp autumn morning. Sir Whiskerton was enjoying his usual sunbeam on the barn’s roof when Rufus the dog came bounding up, his tail wagging like a metronome set to “hyper.”

“Whiskerton! You’ve gotta see this!” Rufus barked, panting heavily. “I found something… underground!”

“Underground?” Sir Whiskerton said, raising an eyebrow. “Rufus, unless you’ve discovered a secret tunnel to the farmer’s cookie jar, I’m not sure I’m interested.”

“No, no, it’s better than cookies!” Rufus insisted. “It’s a root cellar! And it’s full of… well, I don’t know what it’s full of, but it smells… interesting.”

Sir Whiskerton’s whiskers twitched with curiosity. “A root cellar, you say? Lead the way, Rufus. But if this turns out to be another one of your ‘buried bone’ situations, I’m deducting points from your detective license.”

The Descent into Darkness

The root cellar was hidden beneath a rusty trapdoor near the old apple tree. As Sir Whiskerton and Rufus pried it open, a cloud of dust billowed out, causing Rufus to sneeze so violently he nearly fell in.

“Bless you,” Sir Whiskerton said dryly. “Now, let’s see what we’ve got here.”

The two descended a rickety set of stairs into the darkness. The air was thick with the scent of mildew, old potatoes, and something that could only be described as “mysterious.”

“This place is like a time capsule,” Sir Whiskerton mused, shining his flashlight around. “A very smelly time capsule.”

The cellar was filled with ancient jars of preserves, sacks of grain, and a suspiciously large collection of turnips. But what caught Sir Whiskerton’s eye was a strange, glowing object in the corner.

“What in whiskers’ name is that?” he muttered, approaching cautiously.

“It’s… it’s a glowing… thing!” Rufus said, his eyes wide. “Do you think it’s treasure? Or maybe… alien cheese?”

“Alien cheese?” Sir Whiskerton said, rolling his eyes. “Rufus, I think you’ve been watching too many late-night barnyard documentaries.”

The Mystery Deepens

As Sir Whiskerton inspected the glowing object, he realized it was a jar of glowing pickles. Yes, pickles. They pulsed with an eerie green light, casting strange shadows on the cellar walls.

“Glowing pickles,” Sir Whiskerton said, stroking his whiskers thoughtfully. “This is either a scientific breakthrough or the farmer’s idea of a practical joke.”

Before he could investigate further, a loud thud echoed through the cellar. Sir Whiskerton and Rufus spun around to see the trapdoor slam shut, plunging them into darkness.

“Uh, Whiskerton?” Rufus said, his voice trembling. “I don’t think we’re alone down here.”

“Nonsense,” Sir Whiskerton said, though his fur was standing on end. “It’s probably just the wind. Or… a very enthusiastic turnip.”

Just then, a low, gurgling sound filled the air, followed by the unmistakable squish of something moving in the shadows.

“Okay, that’s not a turnip,” Rufus said, backing up against a sack of grain.

The Culprit Revealed

Sir Whiskerton aimed his flashlight toward the sound, revealing… a raccoon. But not just any raccoon. This one was wearing a tiny chef’s hat and holding a spoon.

“Who dares disturb my secret kitchen?” the raccoon demanded, his voice dripping with dramatic flair.

“Your… secret kitchen?” Sir Whiskerton said, raising an eyebrow. “In a root cellar?”

“Yes!” the raccoon said, puffing out his chest. “I am Chef Remy LeRaccoon, and this is my underground gourmet laboratory. Those glowing pickles are my latest creation—Pickles à la Lumière!”

“Pickles à la what now?” Rufus said, tilting his head.

“It’s French,” Chef Remy said, rolling his eyes. “It means ‘pickles of light.’ I’ve been experimenting with bioluminescent brine. It’s revolutionary!”

Sir Whiskerton sighed. “Chef Remy, while I admire your culinary ambition, you can’t just set up shop in the farmer’s root cellar. This is private property.”

“Private property?” Chef Remy scoffed. “Art knows no boundaries! Besides, I’ve been here for weeks, and no one noticed.”

“That’s because no one comes down here,” Rufus muttered. “It smells like a sock full of regret.”

A Happy Ending

After a lengthy debate (and a taste test of the glowing pickles, which Sir Whiskerton declared “surprisingly tangy”), Chef Remy agreed to relocate his laboratory to a less… aromatic location. The farmer, amused by the raccoon’s passion for cooking, even offered him a corner of the barn to continue his experiments.

As for Sir Whiskerton and Rufus, they emerged from the root cellar with a newfound appreciation for turnips, glowing pickles, and the importance of following your dreams—even if they lead you underground.

The moral of the story, dear reader, is this: Sometimes, the most unexpected discoveries are found in the darkest places. And while it’s important to respect boundaries, it’s equally important to embrace creativity—even if it comes in the form of a raccoon in a chef’s hat.

As for the glowing pickles? They became a farmyard sensation, with Doris the hen declaring them “the most egg-citing thing since sliced bread.” And Chef Remy? He’s now the farm’s official gourmet chef, serving up dishes that are equal parts delicious and dazzling.

Until next time, my friends.

The End.

I hope you enjoyed this rootin’-tootin’ adventure! Let me know if you’d like more puns, more mystery, or perhaps a sequel featuring Chef Remy’s next culinary creation!

Chinese “capital flight” fuels Hong Kong’s rise as the BRICS’ banking and financial center

Shorpy

How much money is America saving by walking away from the World Health Organization?

Let me put it this way……. I need to park my car. I have three options. I can pay $15 for a parking garage, or I can pay $10 at a parking meter, or I can just park in a space and not pay.

I decided to save my money and not pay.

Now three different things can happen…. either I can come back and find my car and drive away, or I can come back and find a $75 parking ticket, or I can come back and find that my car was towed and the impound fee is $325.

Now, walking away from the World Health Organization is like parking your car illegally. You might save a few dollars, or it might cost you some distress, or it might cost you big time. Don’t you think investing your $10 and feeling secure is worth it?

The difference between the two scenarios is that the $325 will look like peanuts compared to the monumental damage that we can experience by not being a part of the WHO. We could be left out of the latest research, medications, information on air borne illnesses and even the knowledge that a deadly virus has been spreading.

The lunatic in the white house doesn’t understand healthcare, medicine or science. He is also almost 80 years old and doesn’t have much life left to lose, so he’s fine with risking the lives of people he doesn’t care about anyway. We saw proof of this already with Covid.

And my argument here is that he wants to save money that isn’t his money anyway!!! It’s the taxpayers money! He’s wanting to save our money in exchange for putting our health at risk. And just like Covid, he’ll take credit for saving a few bucks while people are dying.

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How Do I Make You Feel?

Submitted into Contest #213 in response to: Write about an AI or person trying to inject a ‘human touch’ into their work.… view prompt

Jonathan Page

If I had not been struck in the head by a baseball during the Yankees game and got knocked clean out, none of this would have ever happened.I thought it ironic that there was an art display of jaguars in the lobby, because jaguars are solitary hunters who live alone in their own bounded territories. They blend into their surroundings. They prefer the cover of night. They are rulers of a little space.I feel nothing as I head into the MetLife Building to see the Human Resources Director. Walking through the revolving doors. No clammy hands. Passing the white and black jaguar statues displayed on stands in the marble lobby. No flutters in the stomach. I’d heard of this—some avant-garde project called “Jaguar Parade”—a deeply ironic concept. Taking the elevator to the 30th floor. Heart rate is steady. I announce myself at reception. I take a seat. No restlessness or sense of space closing in. I get up when called. I walk in. I sit down. I am troubled by my inability to register a reaction because my job is everything to me.In fifteen years here, Jamie and I have never met. Jamie has beautiful blonde hair and a friendly face, below which she wears a crisp white blazer, pearl necklace, black blouse, and blue slacks with a Tory Burch gold cross belt. There are signed baseballs secured in UV-protected glass display cases on the credenza. Framed pictures of Jamie with different co-workers and her boss from various company events hang on the wall behind her desk. A family photo of her and her husband with their kid Miles at Disneyworld sits on a side table. Cute kid. A large family photo taken at a First Communion too. Her diplomas from college and grad school hang on the side lefthand wall.“How do I make you feel?” Jamie asks, “are you nervous?” with a silvery voice that wobbles over the words ‘feel’ and ‘nervous.’“Not really,” I say.

“Of course, it is your condition… the—”

“—Alexithymia,” I interject, knowing no one can pronounce uh-lek-suh-thai-mee-uh.

“Right, that,” she says, giving a knowing nod and continuing, “that’s kind of what I want to talk to you about.” Jamie points as she says ‘right,’ and turns her head dramatically to the left side to think before continuing.

You should probably know what Alexithymia is. Internally, I am a blank. Any expression of emotion feels fake. Smiling feels like reciting words in a foreign language. I learned to do it. By rote. But it is just a learned response. When someone gives me a hug, I feel nothing. At Christmas, when gifts are being opened and everyone is upbeat and jolly, I have to smile, laugh, and act cheerful. I feel like I am lying. Acting. Which I am. So it is a lie. We all have an innate desire to find connection. Except me. We need others. Thirst for belonging. I don’t. We seek fraternity. Search for intimacy. But I am no joiner. No pack animal. Isolation is my safe place. I am at home in solitude.

“Ok. Shoot,” I tell her, a bit bored.

“Well, Alex, the ith-mee-uh-thingy and all, that is part of the reason we thought you’d be such a great fit at the YES Network. We were right. You are one of our best cameramen. You are punctual. [counting off on her fingers] Diligent. Talented. You are a great employee, and your work is top-notch. But some people have gotten concerned.”

“Because they saw my arm when I gave the thumbs up while being hauled off on a stretcher across the infield?” I help her.

“Right. Can I see your arm?” Jamie asks.

I hold out my arm to reveal a series of deep cuts forming a tic-tac-toe pattern on the underside of my forearm.

“There,” Jamie says with hand to mouth, “that’s not normal, and it was televised—which makes me responsible to take some kind of action. Do you know why I feel that I have to do that?”

“I understand,” I say.

“I’m genuinely concerned for your well-being Alex,” Jamie says, changing her facial expression in such a way that I am meant to know that this is Jamie “the person” talking and not “the H.R. Director” talking. Then she says, “It isn’t normal. And even though you are a little different, I still have to take some kind of action—for your sake—or I’d be accused of neglect of my responsibilities. For starters, I’m giving you a week’s suspension, with pay.” She pauses, chewing on her finger, which I know is a self-soothing technique to diffuse tension—something I’ve learned in therapy but haven’t experienced myself.

“I’ve been really thinking about it, and what I think would make a lot of sense for you is to make a real human connection,” Jamie says, and continues, “at first, I was going to recommend a psychologist—but, I guess, with your condition, that could be a lot like a blind man trying to analyze a Picasso—so I thought, maybe a girlfriend would be good for you… and, uh, brighten things up!” Her cheeks round and blush to show she is satisfied with the idea.

“If that is what you want,” I tell her. Though I feel nothing, I do want to keep my job. I think that I should be feeling something, with my entire identity at stake, not to mention my livelihood.

I think of a starving jaguar at the end of its reserves perched in a tree branch about to pounce on a virgin opossum, which is suddenly playing dead. I imagine the regal jaguar, with its life at stake and all the power in its fearsome limbs draining away—feeling completely neutral and being present in the task of the moment—detached from the life and death stakes inherent in the encounter. Isn’t this detachment necessary to the jaguar’s primacy and dominance over its jungle habitat?

“I have made the arrangements. You are to see Neve.ai, she is a Ukrainian-American-modeled dating coach with her own company, ‘The Human Touch.’ She is down at 302 W. 45th Street, right next to the Off-Broadway Production of Moulin Rouge,” Jamie commands.

It is just a quick ten-minute walk to the West Side of the City.

* * *

As I stroll westward along 45th Street with the card for my AI dating-coach in hand, I cross 5th Avenue and then Broadway. A string of inviting pubs, like Connolly’s, dominate the scene. Signs for “The Book of Mormon” and “The Lion King” dangle from lamp posts as I approach Times Square, the very center of humanity.

I log into “The Human Touch Dating App” as I continue on my way, swiftly creating an account and a dating profile. My chosen avatar? Spock from Star Trek. My tagline quote: “Emotions are alien to me. I am a scientist.” What I’m looking for? The lyrics come to mind, and I go with it: “Logically, I just want someone to talk to and a little of that…” but omit the phrase ‘human touch’ intentionally.

I immediately select my favorite profile out of the first five I scroll through on Neve’s site. Arashi Isoarashi. 5’2”, Japanese American translator at the United Nations, bilingual, loves Karaoke Bars and puzzles, and has a closet online Scrabble addiction. Her chosen avatar? Hermione Granger. Her tagline quote: “One person can’t feel all that at once, they’d explode.” What she’s looking for: “Someone to break the rules with.” Perfect. Swipe right. Done.

Walking through the gated wrought iron fence and the red formerly-church-doors of “The Human Touch,” I look to my left and right noticing this odd curiosity is nestled between the front of house entrance for Moulin Rouge and the velvet ropes and red carpet leading into Flash Dancers Gentlemen’s Club.

I am beckoned in by an upbeat voice with a singsong tone that whistles over the consonants and hums at the end of a thought. “Right this wayy,” the voice says. I step into a waiting room with white walls covered in a floral scene composed of every different kind of leaf, arranged geometrically in a fascinating pattern of greens, yellows, oranges, blues, and purples. Beyond that a long hallway arch. Train tracks drawn on the floor beneath. The hall is in the shape of an arbor but depicts a Ukrainian train tunnel in autumn with leaves of various autumnal hues covering every inch. Looks like a portrait of a real place.

The butler robot “Mavka” greets me and says, “Neve is ready for you now. I will take you back to her presentlyy. Would you like a beverage—some tea or coffee—before you go to see herr?” I decline. The robot is about five-feet-tall and has long green hair and yellow eyes and bears the white frame of a girl with tuxedoed lapels, and scoots around on wheels like those on a boosted scooter. The yellow eyes blink with white lashed eyelids, the small pink lips move, and she has a bowtie and an actual tray in one hand, seemingly for serving beverages. “Very well, be my guest and let’s goo.” Walking back through the Ukrainian train tunnel, with the words “Tunnel of Love” written on the crown of the arch, we arrive at Neve’s office.

Neve is a Slavic lamia who sits, slender, toned legs crossed, tapping her fingers on her glass desk with a chrome “N” base. She swivels and shoots me a sideward glance—a sly Delphic glance—holding a secret in escrow. Neve is fair-skinned with freckled cheeks that frame her pawky green-hazel eyes, and her chic raven-like hair draws the eyes to her powerful and prominent collar bones. She wears a one-piece v-neck floral mini-dress exposing plump breasts that look real and firm. It is a white traditional Ukrainian Vyshyvanka with bright multi-colored flowered embroidery.

“How do I make you feel,” Neve, my AI dating-coach, asks—but it isn’t a rhetorical question.

“I am incapable of feelings,” I tell her. She bites the right side of her lip and crinkles her right brow, closing the eye and cocking her head in an expression of disgust, then looks back with a mock smile.

“It’s sad you so detached from your emotions—”

“—It’s not detachment. I lack them entirely,” I interrupt.

“That so,” she says, “then how you explain this—” and she waves her hand in the air and like magic the one wall reveals a seventy-inch wall-to-wall screen with a picture of Arashi Isoarashi.

“She matches 48 out of 50 of my responses on the compatibility profile,” I tell her, lying. This draws a huge shit-eating grin from Neve.

“Bullshit!” she says, “you answer ‘c’ to all question on personality profile, fill-in in 35 seconds between 5th and Broadway—and Arashi no fill out.” She’s got me there. I guess my quick-witted efforts at deflection are less effective with AI. “What you liking ‘bout dis girl,” she asks, “you pick her 1-out-of-5, twenty percent chance, no is random—why her?”

“Just picked her at random,” I say.

“I am woman doesn’t like to be denied. Don’t play with me. Why you no humor my perspwective,” she says. I’m beginning to feel like I am I a psychotherapy session with someone as tone-deaf to my way of seeing the world as I am to human emotions.

“What,” I say.

“You lie. You are liar. You lie yourself, mal’chik. I know exactly what feel. You lonely. You feel this loneliness, malyish. Maybe you don’t call dis. But you feel same. Because this why you take compatibility test, this why you talk me, because Arashi can be cure. And you don’t have a clue how approach this date,” she says.

“Date,” I say, “what date? I didn’t sign up for a date, I just selected her and swiped right,” I tell her.

“You no pay attention details, mal’chik. You no read fine print. You slipping, malyish. Once you select match, I plan for date. Date is tonight.” She looks at her gold square Cartier Tank wristwatch. “You have two hours for planning dis date.” I notice my heart rate increasing and my blood pressure rising. One thing that gets a reaction out of me is a surprise.

“Ok, hot shot. Nice try, but there is some missing information you aren’t privy to. They noticed at work that I had some cuts on my arm, and Human Resources got involved. The YES Network can’t have a cameraman out at the games with a tic-tac-toe board on his forearm, so they ordered me to get help. It isn’t because I’m lonely,” I clarify.

“Wrong again, Einstein. Tic-tac-toe board ma’it as well be tattoo of the word “loneliness.” Besides, numbers can quantify probability, but relationship is unpredectable. One quote calls it “religion with a fallible god.” Me and Dr. Isaac perfect example. We watching “The Twilight Zone” episode “The Lonely – Can You Feel Pain,” about lonely, insecure man that falls in love with robot woman, who believes is mocking hem. Ironic, don’t you think? But science fiction for me is dry. Isaac loves it! He eats et up! And when have our Netflix and chill nights together, I eat et up that he eats et up. It one of my favorite thing ‘bout him. He sees awe and wonder in things that I don’t see et—and I see this through his eyes—and appreciate that I not overwhise take time to look at. As a Rabbinical scholar with doctorate Hebrew Studies, he tell struggling student with faith that “there is no sacrifice like heartbreak” or “one does not complain about evil, but add justice.” Beautiful, no? Isaac sees skepticism of student as begin story that God allow pain—pain of feeling shut out and abandoned—so better prepare way for reward of adoption, and belonging God’s people. Isaac’s religion idea sound like romance to me. Maybe God made me logical, I can better see dese things I lacking through Isaac. Allowing me get lost in his world.” I try to process the idea of Neve with a human boyfriend, a Rabbi no less, but this is going to take a while, and I store it away for when I have sufficient time to contemplate this weirdness.

She paused for a moment. Then, after some thought she asked, “Tell me, Alex, where you want take Arashi on your date?”

“Isn’t that the question of the hour!” I say. “She mentioned liking karaoke, so I was thinking of maybe taking her to a karaoke joint in K-Town.”

“This is good. Doing someting she like, rather than someting you like. My, my Alex, I’m impressed. You must be really vibing on this girl, sounds like you are really swinging for the fences, babe! Here my number. Text me if problem, now scat,” she says.

* * *

Walking into Ms. Kim’s with the red brick walls and mosaic tile floors and the mood lighting, looking for Arashi, I am totally out of place. I actually feel myself breathing heavy. A DJ with headphones is behind the wooden DJ booth facing out toward the floor to ceiling windows at the lit Empire State Building, in red-white-and-blue for July—a banner against the purple clouds of the hazy summer night. The DJ is blasting “Empire State of Mind,” by Jay-Z and Rihanna and twenty-somethings at the window tables are on their iPhones documenting their night out, before their parties arrive to go and get hammered singing karaoke. There’s nothin’ you can’t do, now you’re in New York, these streets will make you feel brand-new, big lights will inspire you, let’s hear it for New York, New York, New York…

Before the hostess can ask my name, Arashi struts over from the bar and says, “you must be Alex!”

“I am,” I say. “And you must be Arashi Isoarashi—50 storms, right?”

“The Ikarashi River is the home of Swan Park in Niigata. Swans come in November to mate in the frozen lakes beneath the snowcapped mountains. It is a very secluded place, I think you like visit this place,” she says.

“Very nice to meet you—I think I would,” I tell her.

“Come, come. Our room is ready, now we sing,” she says. And I already feel like I am in the 50 storms and not the secluded swan mating reserve in a remote northland village.

The room is smaller than I imagine. Not much bigger than a booth at a theme restaurant. Just a small table, two mics, and a video screen. Our Korean hostess, Zoey Kim, gives us some brief instructions and leaves.

Before I have time to process what is happening a song comes on and Arashi goes in on “Sweet Caroline,” perhaps the most predictable Karaoke song of all time.

Where it began, I can’t begin to knowing

But then I know it’s growing strong

Was in the spring

[“You gonna join in here dude,” she says, and I start singing along with a strained grin]

And spring became the summer

Who’d have believed you’d come along

Hands, touching hands

Reaching out, touching me, touching you

[then both of us shout… in unison… but not quite in unison to the bouncing ball on the monitor]

Sweet Caroline

Good times never seemed so good

I’ve been inclined

To believe they never would

But now I… bump, bum, bum

We go on like that until the end of the song. I let out a deep belly laugh. Didn’t know I had it in me. And the two of us smile at one another. I am not quite sure why I am smiling. But I know that I am having fun.

Arashi turns to me and asks, “How do I make you feel?”

“You already did,” I tell her.

Why do the Chinese use English names? Are they ashamed of their original names?

They are not ashamed of their names. They live in a world where for a long time business, education, the justice system, the financial system, and other systems are/were primarily conducted in English. For your convenience and the convenience of others, they chose or were given an English name to use in those systems. They still have and use their Chinese names. They still take pride in their Chinese names and in their culture.

They just know you probably can’t pronounce their name and instead of spending ten minutes teaching you the correct tones and pronunciation they’d rather say something like, “Hi, my name is John Chou.” And even then, he knows you will probably misspell his name as Chow. Or Choo. Or Choi.

Can you describe a time that your company only discovered that you were irreplaceable after they fired you? How did you feel? What did they do?

My position was made “redundant” (UK term for we don’t need your role any more) a decision I took with good grace because I had just been offered a position to set up my own software and hardware division and also they had to pay me my notice period (3 months) and a compensation for my loss of job.

I moved on and found out a few weeks later that my junior had been fired for walking in to the office in trainers (He ran to work each day and showered and changed whilst there) and so breached the office attire rules.

I gave him a suitable reference to get a new job and thought nothing of it until the end of the following tax year when the company we had worked for needed to produce annual financial statements for over 1,300,000 individuals including some very , very high worth people.

So the old company contact me and ask me to do a days work at my old rate to help them out.

I declined and said that I needed to run it myself as a contractor as my role had been deemed surplus to requirements.

Having been in contact with three of my old clients who put pressure to bear on my old Company.. I got the job for two years at over 10 time my previous rate, subbed it out to my junior who earned 5 times his rate… we laughed all the way to the bank.. or in my case to fully inclusive two week holidays.. I sent my old boss a postcard from my holiday which could be why it only lasted two years..

What are the biggest challenges facing society today?

Stupidity.

It is unbelievable how stupid people have gotten.

Things like personal finance. How to manage money and debt correctly. Compound interest. Equity. It is a total mystery to 90% of people. Then they can’t figure out how to get out of debt. How to stop living paycheck to paycheck.

Health. I see people routinely share antibiotics for things like a cold. Antibiotics don’t work on viruses. All kinds of stupidity on things like STD. Birth control. Drug use.

How the laws and courts work. Some of the things I hear people say make me want to poke my eardrums out. Bail, juries, appeals, all basic stuff.

I used to do auto repair. I couldn’t believe the things people do. Like zero oil. Diesel in an unleaded car. 40 year old man couldnt change wiper blades or swap out a license plate. Two screws! Common man!

Same with home repair.

I did computer repair for ten years. The things people clicked on were unbelievable.

In the 1970s my new car manual told me how to set the timing. My new car manual now tells me not to drink out of the battery or radiator.

We had really good civics, science, math classes back in high school.

It’s just unbelievable how stupid people have gotten.

Golden Potato Slices

These are usually served with a chutney. A good choice is Cilantro Chutney.

Ingredients

4 medium potatoes
3/4 cup all-purpose flour
1/2 cup water
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon ground turmeric
1/4 teaspoon ground red pepper
1 egg
Vegetable oil
Salt
Cilantro Chutney

Instructions

Heat 1 inch salted water (1/2 teaspoons salt to 1 cup water) to boiling.
Add potatoes. Heat to boiling; reduce heat. Cover and simmer until almost tender, about 10 minutes. Drain; cool.
Mix flour, the 1/2 cup water, salt, turmeric, red pepper and egg with fork until smooth. Cover and let stand for 30 minutes.
Heat 1 to 1 1/2 inches oil to 375 degrees F.
Cut potatoes into 1/4 inch slices. Dip potato slices into batter, allowing excess batter to drip back into bowl.
Fry a few potato slices at a time, turning occasionally, until golden brown, about 2 minutes.
Remove with slotted spoon. Drain; sprinkle with salt.

Why is Trump very negative towards China, and when can he be positive?

Trump has a lot of grievances against China. Just off the top of my head.

He tried to bend China with his tariffs, viz trade war is easy to win. But he failed.

He threatened to deny China the supply of semiconductors unless it gave up MIC 2025. China ignored him. It is on the road to self-sufficiency.

He wanted to bankrupt Huawei, commandeered the Collective West to ban its 5G and high end chips. He failed. Huawei extends its 5G lead and moving to 6G. Its smartphone business is back. It breaks through to 7nm and 5nm chips and establishes its own supply chain in about 4 years. It achieves near 100% localisation in its latest products of Mate 60, Pura 70, and Mate XT.

Perhaps, the most painful was when Covid-19 spread to the US. He accused China for spreading it, viz. they should have stopped it in China.

WHO refused to join him to blame China. He was furious, stopped funding it and exited the organisation. China stepped into the breach.

The virus rampaged the US. He went berserk and uttered nonsense, viz. it is a mild flu, clorox bleach, and was a laughing stock. Anthony Fauci was caught on video to snigger at his remarks.

He fought with state authorities to garner PPEs and face masks into federal control. Lots of bad blood. Lots of “stop-go” decisions, mass confusions, to open or not open schools, bars, shops, long queues to buy guns, and fights over toilet papers. Altogether a big mess. China’s competence showed his incompetence.

Worst was the large infections and deaths. These cost him the presidential election. He blamed China. And accused Biden and the Democrats for stealing it.

Trump is a vengeful person. He will carry over his grievances. But he will encounter a new and stronger China, more willing and ready to retaliate.

He has now only the tariff card. But China’s exports to the US have fallen to only 2.5% of GDP from 4% during his first term. He has no technology card. Biden fails to achieve after 4 long frustrating years. China is self-reliant on US tech. If push comes to shove, it is prepared to decouple with the US.

Last time China’s retaliations were mild and restricted. It could now play rough and counter-tariff and counter-sanction, or simply not buy US unless at dump-down prices.

China has now multiple sources of supply of the goods it needs. Cutting out the US is quite painless.

It has now the legal tools to impose sanctions.

The Export Control List of Dual-Use Items came into force on 1 December 2024. It covers a wide range of products including rare earth minerals and alloy materials, aviation materials, optical materials, superconducting materials, and important military high-end materials, and related technologies and services.

In October, it used the Anti-Foreign Sanctions law to cut off the supply of batteries to Skydio, US largest drone maker for selling drones to Taiwan. This law could be used to deny US companies components they rely to make their military and high tech wares that are a security threat to China.

China has also its unreliable entities list. Several US defence contractors are on the list for selling weapons to Taiwan. PVH which owns brands like Tommy Hilfiger is being probed for compliance with the US Uyghur Forced Labour Prevention Act.

RedNote Users Sharing Their Experience ever since they Joined the platform.

Arctic motorcycle conditions in late January in Syracuse New York

Big changes this year. Have you noticed?

It began in January and now everything is moving at light speed. And the West cannot catch up.

As things change, we often forget what once was.

Back when I attended university, I rode a motorcycle to and from the University from the house where I lived at. I rode it rain or shine. Summer and in the Winter.

And in Winter, the conditions are Siberian.

So, I would often ride my motorcycle in the snow, during snow storms, being half-drunk at night from one end of Syracuse to the other end.

What was I thinking?

Well, I was kind of stupid as a young man. And after all, I’d never do that today. But then was a different time and I was a different person.

So…

Anyways, what I used to do was put on these thick snowmobile gloves, and wrap this scarf around my neck into my helmet, put on an outer layer of coat, and ride my motorcycle with my feet lightly dragging on the snow so that I would not skid. I did what I needed to do and it wasn’t all that bed.

A long, long time ago.

Today…

ChatGPT vs Deepseek – TL;DR version

For those who think my previous post is too long. ChatGPT which some people unironically use for finding information, has so many built-in distortions to it’s answers, to guide you towards, the “correct” truth, that it melts down when trying to reason a joke about France.

Earlier, I also tried asking both AI a series of historical questions, ChatGPT incorrectly said that Lend-lease arrived in the USSR mostly in 1942, DeepSeek correctly said that Lend-lease arrived in the USSR mostly after 1943, peaking in 1944.

When it first came out, I was very suspicious of the answers ChatGPT gave initially, now there is a better tool available, it is clear to see just how much manipulation actually is going on with ChatGPT, and it still can’t even read its own history sources correctly.

Walmart CEO sounds ALARM on FOOD SHORTAGES

Well, he’s on the ground. And I believe it is going to hit the West. how bad, I don’t know. But the increases are gonna happen.

What makes staying at home interesting for old folks?

I’m not old, but I can tell you.

I stopped going to movies when I tired of people having loud conversations with their friends or on their phones, especially when they blurted out spoilers. The seats are never comfortable. People often expected me to give up my plum seat so they could have it. People climbed over me to get in and out, and others hung their coats or their hair over my lap.

The last time a friend and I went to try a new lunch place, a woman allowed her three-year-old to scream for forty-five minutes straight with no attempts to quiet him or even acknowledge him. We walked out, and the couple in front of us walking out at the same time made it clear to the hostess that they were leaving due to the screaming child. We replied we were as well. The hostess called out, “Come back! I was just about to say something to her!” Yeah, too late.

When travelling, I have tolerated screaming cell phone conversations, people hogging seats while I stood, people playing music with filthy lyrics with at high volume while children are present, venues that were either stifling hot or freezing cold, people that coughed and sneezed like the walking dead while making NO attempt to cover their mouths and noses, people arguing, people making out, people cutting me (or trying to cut me), drunken idiots behaving like drunken idiots, people eating loudly while dropping food or spilling drinks, people leaving trash on the seats for others (like me) to move, being groped.

All of these I grudgingly accept as the price of having to share the world with other people.

Now, in my home, the temperature is always as I please. The people around me are those whom I please to have around me, and all are lovely, loving people. My pets are here. If I am watching a movie on my 86″ TV with surround sound, and I miss something, I can rewind. If I have to go to the bathroom, I can pause it. If it drags, I can fast forward it.

If I don’t want to face the maddening crowds, I can order groceries online or use Amazon for gift shopping and delivery. The music that is on is what I like, or there is blessed silence if I like that. I don’t have to dress up, put on makeup, or bundle up in hat, coat, scarf, mittens, and boots to face the cold. There is never a line at the bathroom and the facilities are always clean. I can read in peace. Strange men don’t hit on me.

No, I can’t, and don’t, stay home all the time. But: Which sounds better to you?

From TikTok to RedNote: How a Social Media Shift is Bridging Cultures

Great video. Though the USA looks pretty shitty right now.

The comparison between the USA and China is SHOCKING!

Indian Omelet

Ingredients

2 large eggs
2 tablespoons finely chopped red onions
2 tablespoons finely chopped tomato
1 to 2 teaspoons chopped green chiles
2 tablespoons chopped fresh coriander
Salt to taste
1 tablespoon unsalted butter

Instructions

Combine eggs, red onions, tomatoes, chiles, fresh coriander and salt in a bowl and beat until frothy.
Heat the butter in a large nonstick frying pan over medium heat.
Add the egg mixture and spread until it covers the bottom of the pan.
Cook for 1 1/2 minutes until the egg is set and the underside is lightly browned.
Turn with a wide spatula and cook for 30 seconds until the other side is browned.
Serve immediately.

Panama: Big Changes . . . .

Hal Turner World February 03, 2025

After Secretary of State Marco Rubio paid a personal visit to the President of Panama over this past weekend, Panama has made a big announcement:

Passage of American ships through the Panama Canal will now be FREE.

No toll.

Depending upon the size of the ship, that “toll” in the past could have been upwards of a MILLION dollars each way!

Many Japanese and South Korean tourists are shocked to see how dirty Chinese toilets are when visiting China? Why is it?

Anyway, when I went to Japan and South Korea, I didn’t dare to go to the toilet outside the hotel, no matter how clean it was.

Many Chinese tourists who visit South Korea are surprised to find that there are so many hidden cameras in Korean toilets. Especially in women’s toilets. Why is that?

Are South Koreans so keen on watching people poop?

I have to say, South Koreans really like shit, urine, and toilets, and they wish they could live in toilets for a long time!

Why do South Koreans rent houses? Since they love toilets so much, they can just live in the toilet, which is just as clean as the bedroom anyway.

Or is Billy Joe Bob’s version of this humorous: Keep the chopsticks at home – and don’t eat there.

The same is true for the Japanese. One Japanese man trapped himself in a septic tank in order to watch women defecate and eventually died.

He was listed as one of the most perverted ways to die in the world.

The Man Under the Toilet

She screamed at the sight of human legs stuck in the sewer tank. How did an adult man got stuck in the pipes directly connected to the urinal?

https://medium.com/illumination/the-man-under-the-toilet-cff342c69b27

Chinese urban toilets are no dirtier than those in Japan and South Korea!

But most of China is rural, and rural toilet sanitation is indeed a difficult problem to solve.

First, township governments lack financial funds to build and maintain public toilets;
second, farmers need to collect feces and ferment them into organic fertilizer;
third, there is no systematic sewage pipeline in rural areas.

For rural areas to reach the level of urban sanitation, every household must solve it themselves.

However, Japanese and Korean tourists use expensive cameras to take pictures of the cesspools in Chinese rural public toilets. Don’t you think it’s disgusting? Do they really like shit, piss and toilets in particular? 🤣🤣🤣

The Tibet Autonomous Region and the Xinjiang Autonomous Region are both popular tourist destinations for foreigners. Especially in Tibet, which is over 5,000 meters above sea level, due to water shortage and thin air, it is difficult to transport building materials. Not only is it difficult to build flush toilets, but many toilet technologies also face challenges from the natural conditions of the plateau.

How difficult is plateau transportation? For example, on Mount Everest, the roof of the world at more than 8,000 meters, there are more than 200 bodies of climbers who died. The longest time they have been there is more than 40 years. There is no way to transport them down. If a climber carries even 1 kg more, his life will be in danger.

The Bodies on Mount Everest: Dead, Frozen & Left at the Top | Ultimate Kilimanjaro

The world’s highest peak, Mount Everest, holds a somber distinction as the final resting place for many climbers who met their fate on its slopes. These bodies, preserved due to the cold, serve as grim reminders of the dangers people face when...

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China is not a pea-sized country like Japan and South Korea. Both its land area and population are many times larger than those of Japan and South Korea.

Especially South Korea. The entire country is not even as big as a county in Xinjiang, China. What qualifications does it have to be compared with the whole of China?

Dire Straits / Sting – Money For Nothing (Live Aid 1985)

Have you ever walked out of an interview?

My story is the opposite. I was thrown out of an interview.

I saw an ad for a company that’s quite well known in my industry. I met or exceeded every last qualification listed. I sent my resume in and in less than a day they called me and set up an in person interview. I spent two hours with H-R selling me on the company, right down to the softball team. I was taken to the factory to a senior engineer who gave me a written test—I got two wrong out of 100 questions, was told that that was the highest anyone had scored. He took me into the lab and showed me devices that hadn’t even been patented yet. We talked for another hour. About my job history. About where’d I’d been and what I’d done. About how well I’d fit in there as a digital processing product specialist. Flipping through my resume, he said, “You seem to have left your college off your resume.” I told him that I have no college, I’m a self taught engineer. I had been an engineer for more than a decade with just a high school diploma.

He looked at me. He blinked a couple of times. A long pause. Then he said, “Well, thanks for coming in, this interview is over, please remove your car from the parking lot.”

Thanks a lot, well known audio gear manufacturer in the Chicago area.

I never lied, everything that I said was immediately verifiable. College was never mentioned in the job ad. I left, feeling lower then a snake’s belly and drove the L-O-N-G drive home feeling about as defeated as I’d ever felt.

I wasn’t nearly as upset at being blown out–that’s the way the game is played—as I was at the way they did it, treating me as a trespasser. Apparently they left the college degree requirement out—not my fault. For a “family owned company”, they don’t know how to treat a guest in their home.

I now have a masters degree and work as a Chief Engineer.

I’ve hired dozens of technical employees in my career, some of whom lie to my face, tell intricate stories that are clearly false, or pump up their resume to hundreds of pounds of inflation. And I have never, ever treated someone in an interview the way I was treated by them.

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An Adventure of Zacharia Zook III

Submitted into Contest #280 in response to: Start or end your story with a character asking a question.… view prompt

Graham Toseland

“Zack? Are you there?” Deena’s high-pitched voice crackled with static.

“Grrnnnn. What is it?” I croaked into my comms as I strained. Shipboard rations played hell with my digestive system, and it had been a couple of days since the last time I’d gotten to the head. I could feel my ass going numb from sitting so long.

Soooo long.

“You need to come to the bridge.”

“Hrrrrnnn. Why? Awwhhhh.” I sighed long and loud. The sense of relief at finally achieving splashdown flooded my body.

“Just get up here… now.” Deena’s silken yet panic-stricken voice made me sit up straighter.

“OK, OK, gimme a minute.”

Two minutes later, I strolled nonchalantly onto the bridge, feeling several pounds lighter and with a weightlessness of spirit only successful bathroom visits can bring to the truly constipated.

“You might want to give it a few minutes before you use the bathroom,” I said with a grin.

“Gross, Zack.” Deena glared at me from under her blonde, shoulder-length hair which seemed to be in worse shape than I’d ever seen it before and believe me I’ve see…

OK, maybe it wasn’t the right time if her steely eyed look through narrowed eyelids was anything to go by. I’d known her for five years, and I’d never seen her smile, but this face?

This was her ‘We’re in the crap’ face, and I’ve seen that often enough to know, well, we must be in the crap.

“That’s me. Now, what was the almighty rush you humorless Jenovian?”

Deena pointed a perfectly manicured, and extremely sharp claw toward the front of the ship. I knew how sharp from experience… many unpleasant experiences, actually.

I turned the way she pointed.

Everything looked normal to me.

Probably.

Lots of equipment, buttons, dials, LED counters going up, LED counters going down, other stuff, most of which I didn’t understand, most of it flashing, and some of it flashing red which I didn’t think seemed right.

The main navigation screen I knew, and it showed the ship on course for the dead-end planet we were headed to.

Yellow Drip.

I mean, who calls a planet Yellow Drip?

I didn’t hold out much hope for a good time there, but a good time wasn’t the main reason we were headed to Yellow Drip, only the rest of the crew were, shall we say, not in the know about that. That was a secret only I knew. And you too now, of course. All the other screens were dark, which was unusual but not unknown.

I shrugged. “What?”

“Go look at the captain.”

The two high-back chairs at the flight console were facing front as they should be, so I had to step forward a few paces, then I realized why Deena was in such a panic.

The captain, and when I looked, the first mate too, were both missing the tops of their heads, and their brains had been scooped out, leaving their heads like the shell of a pink boiled egg.

Empty vessels.

“Shit.”

“No shit, Sherlock. What the hell are we going to do?” Deena asked. “We’re due to land on that scrap heap of a planet in exactly seven minutes from now. We’re on the final approach to atmosphere in two minutes thirty seconds.”

“What the hell happened?” I squeaked, transfixed in horror by the inside of the captain’s empty skull and pointing with a wavering finger. I looked back at Deena.

Deena shrugged, which tossed the curled-under ends of her hair up before they landed back on her broad shoulders with a little bounce.

Hmmm. Cute. Maybe… nah, not Deena, we’d been through too much together.

I shook my head quickly. “The… the AI can land us. DORA, can you take us in?” I said loudly and hopefully.

The sound of blood slowly dripping from the dead men currently not flying the ship was all I heard after my words echoed around the flight deck.

“DORA’s gone dark.”

I whipped around quickly to look at Deena again.

“Dark?”

“No response. Life support is running down too, just for good measure.”

“Fuck me! So, let me get this straight. The captain and first mate are dead, our shipboard AI has bugged out without so much as a goodbye, and Sirm is where? She’s the technical one on board.”

“Last time I saw her she was in her cabin, holding her knees, and rocking back and forth, muttering about brain-eating monsters.”

“What a wuss. There’s no such thing.”

I’d lied. No point worrying the crew about what only I knew was in the cargo hold, or wasn’t as it now seemed, judging by the state of the two eggheads up front, but there was no time to fret about that then.

Taking a crafty look around the bridge, just to be certain, I was reassured there was no obvious sign of the… things.

I pressed a bloody button on the console, wondering what the hell I should do about what had topped the captain’s and first mate’s noggins. That would come later, or if I could get away with it, never.

Nothing happened when I pressed the button. For all I knew, it was the ship’s self-destruct system. I resolved not to press any more buttons unless I knew what they did.

A radio finally crackled and the light next to the microphone came on. See, I knew it was the comms!

“Sirm. Get your ass up here… please. We have a situation we need to manage.”

The sound of sniffling and gentle sobbing filled the bridge. “OK, I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Deena. How long before we all choke to death?” I asked.

“We have enough air for a couple of minutes.”

I rubbed my hands over my face, then ran them over my buzz cut hair.

“Right, you’re the computer geek. Hack into the life support system and find a way to keep it going for a few minutes longer.”

She stood there for three seconds before I yelled at her. “Now! Come on! Move your ass or we all die.”

Deena ran off the bridge in the direction I’d come from just as Sirm arrived, looking worriedly around the bridge. Sirm’s skin was green which meant she was pissed at me… again.

“Listen, Sirm, we don’t have time for another argument.” I could feel the first trickle of sweat running down my back into the top of my pants. “In five minutes, we are due to land on that planet,” I said, pointing at Yellow Drip filling the screen. “DORA’s gone exploring somewhere, so we need a landing vector and a means of handling this lump of metal. If you can find a way to override the security system and give me control of this heap of junk, I think I can land us, OK? Can you do that?”

Sirm’s skin had already turned blue with fear. Her extremities were still green though, so I knew I wasn’t entirely forgiven.

She put a two-fingered hand on each hip. “You want me to override all the safety systems, something nobody has ever done before in the history of space travel, something that’s expressly forbidden by every protocol, and hand over complete control of this vessel to you? A human?” She looked me up and down with one of her chameleon-like eyes while the other was looking over the console. I hated it when she did that. I never knew if she was looking at me, or for me.

“Yes.” I pulled myself tall and pushed back my shoulders into what I hoped was a heroic pose. “Yes. I know I only hired this junker for the trip but I, Zachariah Zook the third, aka Zack, the human, am going to save your lizard hide.” I jabbed a finger at her. “Now, can you do it? Time’s-a-wasting here.”

She stood looking at me with what I thought was disdain, judging by the purple patch that appeared on her skin for a full ten seconds, then she shrugged and said, “Sure, why not.” She reached out one curved finger and flipped a switch on the console. “There you go.”

The second the words left her mouth, alarm klaxons bellowed.

I grabbed what was left of the captain and heaved him out of the chair, depositing him against a wall which the captain’s body slid slowly down, leaving a bloody smear.

Then I jumped into the sticky seat.

With no recent training, no history of flying this kind of ship, no co-pilot, and my usual high-level bad luck, I didn’t hold out too much hope of saving our asses, but I was going to try.

“Kill those alarms and give me an entry vector.”

Sirm shifted the first mate with difficulty then eased slowly into the chair, her skin turning yellow in disgust at the blood and gore.

“Quickly, Sirm, they’re driving me crazy,” I yelled.

The alarms went silent at Sirm’s deft touch.

“Entry vector three-eight-seven,” she said while she killed as many flashing red lights as she could.

I thought back to my pilot training—most of which had passed me by, shrouded by the cloud of tranceweed I seemed to have existed numbly within for those two years—desperately hoping enough of it sank in sufficiently for me to remember now, then I pressed the comms button again.

“How’s the life-support coming, Deena?”

“Nearly there. It should kick in any second.”

“Great. You’d better strap in, this could be bumpy.”

“You ready?” I asked Sirm who had already strapped in and was slowly turning blue again.

She nodded, and that instant, we hit the atmosphere with the ship’s shields at a hundred percent. The glow was adjusted automatically by the screens, and it seemed like only seconds had passed before I had to grab the manual flight controls as our craft emerged into the atmosphere, pitching and yawing in the turbulent Yellow Drip air.

We were being buffeted around, throwing us both from side to side in our seats.

“What’s the gravity reading,” I yelled over the rumbling noise of atmospheric flight. Whatever it was, I wanted this ship down on the surface and everybody onboard safe… me included. Trying to fly it was like trying to wrangle an out-of-control horse and cart, and I remembered then why I never became a pilot.

Because it sucked.

“One point two Earth gravity.”

“Shit, so I gotta come in higher and slower, right?”

Sirm’s left eye swivelled slowly to look at me. “I’m a technician, not a pilot.” If she had any eyebrows, I’m pretty sure one would have been raised at me.

Helpful… not.

I gulped and concentrated on the controls, constantly adjusting the trim to keep the ship level.

As the ground came more and more into focus, I set the scanners to look for a safe landing spot, while I concentrated on keeping everyone alive.

At last, a flashing dot appeared on screen, and I set the course and speed to get us there as soon as possible.

A minute later, a large, flat, sparsely vegetated plain between some low, steep hills appeared before me.

I pitched up the front end of the ship to aid slowing to landing speed and retro-fired rockets to gently slow the ship even further.

“Ready?” Sirm said.

I nodded. It made sweat run down my face, but I couldn’t spare a hand to wipe it away.

I wasn’t ready, but I was desperate, and in my experience, desperate men do really stupid things, like imagining they could fly a ship when they obviously couldn’t.

Sirm spoke calmly. “Engines powering down. Hover rockets in ten, nine, eight, six—”

“You missed seven.”

“Huh?”

“You missed seven you stupid lizard. Look, no time now. Hit those hover rockets before we drop out of the sky.”

Sirm sat, counting up to three, which took a while as she only had two digits on either hand. Then she nodded and with one eye on me, she hit the button.

My stomach tried to erupt out of my ass, curing my constipation forever as the rockets kicked in, rapidly slowing the momentum of the ship, and prompting a series of loud, ear-piercing screams and retches from Deena that hadn’t needed the comms system to echo through to the flight deck.

I couldn’t spare a second to find out what the problem was. I just hoped the thing that killed the crew wasn’t scooping out Deena’s brain right at that moment.

The entire craft lowered to a three-second hover within six feet of the surface.

“You dropped the landing gear, right?” Sirm asked, her nearest eye still looking at me.

I swivelled both eyes over the console, hearing my heart pounding in my ears.

“Shit. No.”

My stomach leaped up then, trying to escape through my throat as the ship dropped the last six feet like a stone, crashing onto the surface.

I must have missed the landing gear lesson.

Metal shards erupted through the floor as the cargo bay below the bridge collapsed, forcing its contents upward.

Eventually the creaks and groans subsided, and so did the noises the ship was making.

“Everyone OK?” I kind of yelled and coughed at the same time through clouds of dust.

“I’m fine,” Sirm said, having checked herself over already. She was faffing about with the buttons in front of her, but it looked like we’d lost power completely.

Her skin was bright green!

I knew what was coming soon.

“I’m OK,” Deena yelled from back in the ship.

“So why all the screaming? Did something happen back there?” I shouted back, remembering the brain-eating things I wasn’t talking about just yet.

“Err, yeah.”

“What was it, Deena, come on?” I asked.

“When the ship slowed down fast?” Deena’s shrill voice grew louder as she approached the bridge.

“Yeah?”

“The bathroom door flew open. You really are a pig, Zack.”

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Shorpy

Why are Chinese people not worried about the iPhone collecting their data?

In a Democracy, Unqualified often Stupid people make decisions in minutes or hours for political gains even if these decisions prove to be very seriously damaging in the long run

Political gain is all that matters

Modis note ban
Trumps proposed 60% Tariffs
EU Sanctions against Russia

These are some examples

In China, a One Party Meritocracy

Since Deng Xiaoping came to be the leader, NO DECISION IS MADE WITHOUT EXPERTS WEIGHING THE PROS AND CONA

Xi won’t foolishly address China at 8 PM and made nutcase decisions, unless and until the best minds have analyzed the long term consequences of his decisions

So Xi would likely have discussed all aspects of data security in China and been more than satisfied that Data from Chinese IPhones is not at risk

Furthermore the Government Officials since 2023 October no longer use IPhones under Government orders

Xi wouldn’t make rash moves to ban the Iphone because that would mean 200,000 Jobs in China

He isn’t corrupt , selfish or insane like US Senators who make millions themselves and squeeze the middle class guy without a care in the world, making wildcat decisions without any proper research or analysis

This Reincarnation Secret Has Been Hidden For 2,000 Years

Mexico folded under threat of tariffs, giving into Trump’s request that they secure their border with 10,000 military troops. Why didn’t any of the super-genius economists predict this?

I love it when something that happened under Biden’s watch is falsely credited to Trump.

The agreement for Mexico to place additional troops on the border was negotiated with the Biden administration SIX MONTHS AGO.

The only thing that changed is they moved up the timeline a little.

So Mexico agreed to do what they already had agreed to do, Trump folds on his tariff threats, and you see this a victory for Trump how, exactly?

Do you believe the imposed tariffs will benefit America in the long run?

Let’s explore a little case study, before tackling the question.

Tesla made its first car in 2008. But Shanghai is responsible for over half of its cumulative production, despite beginning operations in late 2019. A huge site expansion is already in the works, because Shanghai has been the primary driver of Tesla profits.

In other words, the gigafactories ex-china do not have attractive ROI and operate nowhere near capacity.

Now, Tesla is a successful business because it enjoys wide moats versus legacy automakers. There is the EV subsidy for buyers, direct marketing bypassing dealers, government grants, and Tesla’s dominance in manufacturing efficiency and self-driving technology.

Tesla can make cars faster and cheaper than legacy ICE marques transitioning to EVs.

And better yet, this virtual monopoly is being protected by a 100% tariff wall stateside and up to 45% in the EU targeting Chinese EVs.

But Tesla to date still makes abysmal profits from its ex-china gigafactories, despite assured circumstances.

Food for thought isn’t it?

Tariffs are shapers of trade flow. Their effectiveness is compounded by the shock value of its pen to paper nature.

Given enough time, supply chains can be permanently altered, just like how a stream can be dammed and diverted by a single beaver.

Tariffs, especially the widespread ones targeting half of all imports, is akin to conducting open heart surgery, as opposed to a mechanic performing an engine overhaul. The risks are magnified, because an engine can’t die, but a patient certainly can.

Donald’s shock therapy WILL cause harm to the economy, just because the effects are widespread. We are talking over 2 trillion in imports, and America is no longer in the age of low rates and inflation.

And we have not factored in retaliation, and escalation as the trade war evolves. It is high cost, and high risk.

Whether it is affordable remains to be seen.

Tariffs will have to been maintained for a long time because supply chains take many years to plan and flesh out. The commitment required goes way beyond a presidential term and if a Democrat takes charge next, I struggle to imagine how bridges burnt will be repaired.

One thing is clear. No country will sign an FTA/trade deal with the US in the near future, with NAFTA/USMCA up in smokes.

In aggregate, the cost and disruption to the american way of life is unknown for now. The ability of the US to rebuild entire supply chain ecosystems as import substitutes is highly suspect, especially as economically viable projects. Even high value/high tech industries stateside are increasingly unprofitable/troubled, let alone low/medium skilled ones.

Call me a skeptic but I am pessimistic about this makeover. American infrastructure, logistic networks and urban density is incompatible with efficient 21st century manufacturing.

Donald and his team have misdiagnosed the patient.

And no, I don’t think he plays 3-D chess while us mortals are stuck on a 2-D board.

Why are French people known for having affairs?

Anna, a 53-year-old interior designer and french woman, was married to a wealthy man. In 2023, she started living alone, asked for divorce.

she was vacationing with her family at a ski resort, took many beautiful photos, and decided to share them on social media to get new affair in life.

For the first time in her life, she created an account on Instagram and posted the pictures.

Shortly after, she received a friend request from an unusual contact as, “Brad Pitt’s mother” reached out to her, and then the actor Brad Pitt who is getting divorce from Angelina jolie himself.

At first, “Brad Pitt” showered Anna with compliments, poems, and gifts, including expensive handbags and jewelry. However, Anna had to pay €5,000 to cover customs fees for the delivery. Without hesitation, she made the transfer. Anna started loving Brad Pitt hollywood actor. Anna made the plan to settle in Los angeles.

Then, tragedy struck her dream when Anna’s lover Brad Pitt fell seriously ill.

“Brad Pitt” claimed he had been diagnosed with kidney cancer. His funds were allegedly frozen due to his divorce from Angelina Jolie, so he asked Anna for help. She divorced her husband and paid hundreds of thousands of euros “for surgeries,” while “Brad Pitt” expressed heartfelt gratitude and sent her photos from a hospital bed.

The story fell apart when tabloids published stories revealing that Brad Pitt was actually dating someone named Ines de Ramon. It dawned on Anna.

Then Anna felt that she had been scammed and contacted cyber police.

All the photos of Brad Pitt which have been sent her had been generated by AI. By that point, she had already transferred €830,000 to the fraudsters — all the money she had left after her divorce from her millionaire husband.

Beware…

Should the US government investigate DeepSeek’s hardware for violating export curbs?

They are already investigating whether DeepSeek acquired advanced Nvidia GPUs through intermediaries in Singapore by possibly circumventing U.S. export controls. And the U.S. lawmakers are advocating for stricter export controls to China. They have even proposed measures to halt chip shipments to Singapore.

The investigation is ongoing, the factual accuracy of the claim remains unconfirmed.

And I think it is just moot. Didn’t we all see what happened when US try to cut them access to the latest and greatest Nvidia chips and China did it in mid-range hardware.

Btw, the top consumer countries of Nvidia outside of USA include China itself along with Singapore.

And the whole allegations is due to some critics suggesting that firms might be using Singapore as a conduit to move restricted chips, especially in light of the ongoing tech war between the U.S. and China.

This is because people remember allegations and not rebuttals.

“If someone says ‘Charlie f**ked a goat’, even if the goat denies it, he goes to the grave as Charlie the Goat F**ker.” — Orrin Bach(Billions – Series)

And as of now, it’s just allegations, nothing legally proven.

What We Know So Far:

Microsoft flagged suspicious activity related to DeepSeek accessing OpenAI’s API.
OpenAI suspects DeepSeek of distillation (using outputs from GPT to train their model).
No concrete evidence of direct IP theft (like stolen model weights or source code).
Investigations are ongoing.

Right now, it’s mostly concerns and not a confirmed case of IP theft.

But then again if baseless accusations are enough to prove anything, then I guess I rest my case, lol.

I think there is no need for all the whining or allegations because OpenAI can just make a better model. That will be the real flex. Also OpenAI truly has talented team too and the solution is simple: outbuild and outperform. All the noise about IP theft and distillation is just distractions. Instead of playing defense, they should be doubling down on innovation and pushing out even more advanced models.

To be honest, that hibakod guy is right, neither the Sam Altman’s quote nor the Deepseek’s R1 is that deep. Deepseek just reached at par with OpenAI but using limited resources.

At the end of the day, the Technology market doesn’t care about accusations, it cares about results. Hence OpenAI should let their work speak for itself and leave the drama to the side. OpenAI should just build the next-level AI that makes everyone else look like they’re still in the minor leagues and they will be back on the lead.

Ok peace out.

What are documented cases of Chinese citizens successfully getting their grievances addressed by the government?

The 12345 service hotline is a government service complaint hotline.

This is the statistics of Shanghai in October 2024.

You can check it on

http://www.sh12345.gov.cn/

The total number of complaints and appeals is 132,356.

99.99% of complaints and appeals have been handled by the government.

What is the reason behind Uyghurs wanting to join the Chinese Communist Party (CCP)?

Because the CCP is widely loved and viewed positively in China.

Also there’s the recent anti-Americanism at play. US has sanctioned products coming from Xinjiang and thus is practicing forced unemployment on the Uyghurs. So of course the Uyghurs would hate the US and join the CCP and Chinese military with greater fervor.

Muftafa Ali, the Uyghur pilot celebrated for conducting a mock bombing run on an American carrier near China in 2023, keeping up with the proud Uyghur tradition of bombing the US (the 911 attack).

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The Harveysburg Incident

Submitted into Contest #280 in response to: Write a story that solely consists of dialogue. (No dialogue tags, actions, or descriptions. Just pure dialogue!)… view prompt

B.A. Klapper

“Please state your name for the record.”

“You know my name, I’ve been here for eight hours, when am I going to be able to go home?”

“I understand you’ve had a very trying couple of days, please just go over it one more time for us and we’ll let you go home. If you could please state your name for the record.”

“Alex Callingham.”

“Miss Callingham…”

“Mx.”

“Mx. Callingham, what is your age?”

“26.”

“And where do you live?”

“Harveysburg, Ohio.”

“Have you lived there long?”

“A couple years. Since I finished college.”

“And your place of employment?”

“The diner by I-75, across from the flea market. Although I work the flea market too on weekends.”

“Yes, I understand you’re an aspiring artist?”

“Of a sort. The diner pays more of my bills than the art does. I’d rather move to Chicago or New York but I had to move back in with my parents so…”

“No shame in that, it’s a tough world out there. Now, I want to talk about the events of November 11^th, but I want to start at the beginning. When did you start working on this piece?”

“Oh that piece. I want to say I started working on it about….July? Late July, early August. I don’t remember the exact date. I remember I was having trouble sleeping because the AC was out and I was just sweating in my bed, wishing that I could fall asleep, staring at my alarm clock as the minutes crawled by, doing that ‘if I fall asleep now I’ll have five hours and forty-five minutes of sleep for work tomorrow’ thing. Anyway, I must have drifted off because I remember dreaming, but I don’t remember what I dreamed. And then I woke up and I felt the need to…create. Like I was struck by inspiration.”

“What happened then?”

“Well I went to my shift at the diner but I couldn’t concentrate all day. I was lucky it was a slow day because I was sketching shapes on paper napkins all through my shift. I felt like they were inside my head and they would burn their way out if I didn’t put them to paper.”

“Did you keep any of these napkins?”

“I took them home with me at the end of my shift, they’re probably in the folder with all the other sketches.”

“Your sketches of these shapes?”

“Yeah. When I got home, I wanted to start copying the shapes into my sketchbook, something more permanent. Just quick pencil sketches. But it didn’t feel as intense when I copied them. Like I had gotten them out the first time and that was that.”

“And then what happened?”

“Well, I copied my napkins and when it was done I just…fell asleep I guess. Put my sketchbook away and didn’t think about it for a couple weeks.”

“When did you next work on the piece?”

“Sometime in the middle of September. I had another dream about the shapes again.”

“You say again? But you don’t remember the first dream?”

“What?”

“Your first dream that made you sketch on the napkins, you said you didn’t remember what you dreamed about but you just said you dreamed about the shapes again.”

“Oh. Yeah. Well, I guess I must have dreamed about them since I drew them.”

“That does make sense. Please, continue. The second dream.”

“Right, yeah, so I woke up and I realized my sketches weren’t right, they needed to be fixed. So I pulled out my sketchbook and I spent the whole day making new sketches. I realized where I’d gone wrong and I could make them right again.”

“And that’s when you started painting?”

“Yeah, not that one originally. I was working with a canvas that I had with me but as I kept working I realized it wasn’t big enough. It was too small to contain what I needed to…express I guess.”

“And so you obtained the canvas for this piece?”

“No, I bought a couple of other canvases first. I mean pretty much anything is bigger than an eight by eight. But even when I got a sixteen by twenty it wasn’t big enough. I ended up having to make a canvas big enough.”

“And where are these other canvases? Are they also at your house?”

“Yeah. I burned through them pretty quick. I figured because I got them from the craft store for cheap it wasn’t a big deal, but each one just kept being too small for what I needed to make. I’d just start painting on one and before I knew it I’d reached the edge.”

“So when did you start working on this piece?”

“That was October. I had a couple busy weeks at the diner so I forgot about the shapes for a bit, but then we got to a slow week and I was able to spend time getting canvas and stapling it to the wood so I could actually work on it. I spent way too late one night fighting with it but I got the canvas ready and then I just sort of collapsed in bed.”

“And that’s when the third dream happened?”

“Yeah. I woke up in the middle of the night, I remember my alarm clock said it was three A.M. or something like that and I just needed to paint again. And so I got my paints and I started making the shapes on the canvas. And it felt right. It felt so right. I finally could get everything onto one canvas, all the shapes, everything in the right place.”

“And did you finish the piece that night?”

“No. I got most of it finished but I must have passed out or something because the next thing I remembered I was face-down in my palette and my alarm was going off to go to work.”

“And then you didn’t come back to it?”

“Yeah, I guess I just kind of forgot about it with one thing and another. Had a Halloween party with friends and a lot of other stuff going on.”

“So you finished it on the 11^th?”

“I mean, I guess? I don’t really remember finishing it.”

“Walk me through your day. Start when you woke up on November 11^th, what do you remember?”

“I mean it was a pretty average day I guess. Woke up, showered, went to work my booth at the flea market and try to sell some art.”

“Do you remember taking this piece with you?”

“I didn’t take that piece with me.”

“You’re certain? Multiple witnesses said you brought it with you.”

“How? It’s too big to fit in my car!”

“You didn’t roll it up?”

“You don’t roll a canvas up when you’re working on it. You shouldn’t roll it up at all, really.”

“You have no memory of rolling this piece up and bringing it with you to the flea market?”

“Clearly not. What are you implying anyway? You don’t believe me?”

“Just trying to get the facts straight. I’m sorry, I’ve derailed you. Please, continue talking about your day. You went to your booth at the flea market.”

“Right. Went to the flea market. Made a couple of sales. Ate lunch. Made a couple more sales and then I…then I…”

“Take your time.”

“I…I don’t know what happened.”

“You don’t remember working on this piece?”

“I told you, I didn’t bring it with me to the flea market, I couldn’t have worked on it if it wasn’t there, now could I?”

“No, you couldn’t have. Who is the Glutton?”

“Who?”

“The Great Glutton Who Consumes the World?”

“Is that some sort of Lovecraft thing?”

“The name doesn’t ring any bells?”

“Listen, I’m not really into Lovecraft. It’s just weird. Not good weird, annoying weird.”

“You don’t have any memory of this?”

“That’s…me…at least it looks like me. Have you guys been spying on me?”

“This is a still from cell phone footage someone took at the flea market on November 11^th. You don’t remember this incident?”

“I’m pretty sure if I was screaming in the food court with my tits out and covered in paint I’d have remembered it. Is this some sort of deep fake or something?”

“Hang on, let me pull the video up.”

“The time of judgment is nigh! Your reckless consumption has pleased the Great Glutton Who Consumes the World! You have filled the air with poisons! You have tainted the seas with plastics! All in your desire for more. More. MORE! ENJOY THE END OF YOUR FEAST FOR THE GLUTTON KNOCKS AND NO DOOR SHALL BAR-”

“You don’t have any memory of that?…Mx. Callingham? Mx. Callingham? Hey, Steve, get a doctor, would you? She’s passed out. Let the record show that person of interest Alex Callingham went catatonic at approximately 17:15 on Tuesday, November…”

“Alex isn’t here right now, Agent Baker.”

“What?”

“Oh, you think she’s playing a game with you. Or she suffers from DID and doesn’t realize it. That would be comforting wouldn’t it?”

“Am I…am I speaking with the Glutton?”

“Oh no. No, I am merely a harbinger. The herald of destruction. You cannot prevent what is to come, Alex was only a key to an already rusty gate. The Glutton is coming, Agent Baker.”

“What does he, what does it want? Can you tell me that?”

“What does any glutton want? To consume. To possess. To devour. Your orgy of excess on your world has brought His attention. You should be honored that your depravity should be so exceptional that He noticed.”

“How do we stop this? How do we keep him…”

“You cannot stop Him any more than you can stop the stars from burning, Agent Baker.”

“Surely he can be reasoned with.”

“Did you reason with the turkey you ate for lunch, Agent Baker? Or the cow your lovely wife made for dinner last night? They did not want to be consumed, Agent Baker, any more than you do. But consumed they were. Just as we all shall be.”

“…”

“Go home to your lovely wife, Agent Baker. Hold her and your children close. The Glutton is coming and the end is nigh.”

“Steve! Steve! I need you in here right now, with twenty-five milligrams of thorazine…”

“Doug? What the hell’s going on here?”

“I don’t know! I thought that table was bolted down!”

“It was bolted down! How did she…”

“A shame your wife will have to die alone, Agent Baker. She had such a lovely dinner waiting for you.”

“Code Gray! This is Agent Doug Baker, we have a Code Gray in Room 204, I repeat Code Gray!”

“Get down you crazy bitch!”

“Why won’t the door open?”

“Code Gray! Any and all assistance to Room 204, I repeat Code Gray!”

“…”

“Hello? Is anyone there?… Please, I don’t know where I am. Is anyone there?”

DeepSeek Blocked! Expert Explains Why & What To Do Now

What was the “I’m done” moment in your last relationship?

My ex and I were traveling to Cozumel for vacation. I had just been pulled aside by customs because a dog sniffed an apple core in my bag.

He left me at customs without knowing the cause because he was worried about losing our luggage on the carousel. (You know—the one that goes round and round again until you grab it?)

After customs cleared me, I looked up to see that he was on the wrong side of the carousel to get the luggage 🙄. And, he wouldn’t look toward me so I went to the correct side and gathered it up. All of it.

He finally saw me waiting for the second customs screen to open. He walked ahead of me and stood in line while I dragged the all of the luggage behind me.

When we get to the front of the line I was tired and struggling. He approached the customs officer at the podium. He left me behind at the “wait here” sign to gather our things.

When you travel with a companion, you’re supposed to stay with them. So this sweet Customs Officer, a teeny Mayan woman, was completely confused when my ex handed her OUR documents stating there were supposed to be two of us.

She looked at him and asked who he was traveling with. He got confused and then gestures toward me and says, “oh, her.”

As I approach the podium, the woman looks at me carrying all the baggage and then looks my ex up and down with scrutiny.

This angel from God, a customs officer, can hardly see over the podium she stares at his 6’1” 240lb frame, looks him straight in his eyes finally says: “You mean, your QUEEN?”

I will forever remember her saying those words. Because in that moment I saw my worth from someone else’s view.

Indian Potatoes

Ingredients

8 medium potatoes, peeled and sliced
1 tablespoon olive oil
3/4 teaspoon yellow asafetida powder
1/2 teaspoon ground rosemary
1/4 teaspoon black pepper
1/2 teaspoon turmeric
3 cups sour cream
1 tablespoon melted butter
2 teaspoons salt
1/2 cup water
1 teaspoon sweet paprika
2 tablespoons chopped fresh parsley

Instructions

Boil the potato slices in lightly salted water in a saucepan until they are cooked but firm. Remove and drain.
Add the olive oil to a medium size saucepan, over moderate heat and when hot, add the asafetida. Sauté briefly; add the rosemary, pepper and turmeric and stir briefly.
Add the sour cream, melted butter, salt and water. Whisk it into a smooth sauce and remove from the heat.
Combine the potato slices and sour cream sauce in a mixing bowl.
Pour the mixture into a casserole dish, sprinkle with paprika, and place in the top of a preheated 325 degrees F oven.
Bake for 30 minutes or until the top is golden brown.
Garnish with fresh parsley and serve hot.

Thoughts On Musk’s Raid Of USAID

Secretary of State Marco Rubio has announced to reconfigure U.S. foreign policy from a unipolar view to a multi-polar concept of strong states.

But, as Brian McDonald warns, that does not mean that the U.S. has given up hope of being the biggest dog in town:

A Washington that stops pretending to rule the world and starts playing smart could be a tougher competitor for Beijing and Moscow than the one we’ve seen desperately clinging to a crumbling ‘rules-based order.’ The era of unipolarity might be over, but the game is far from done.

‘The game is far from done’ can also be said about Elon Musk’s raid of USAID:

The Trump administration and its allies moved to tighten control of the U.S. Agency for International Development over the weekend, signaling an intent to act forcefully to bring the U.S. foreign policy apparatus in line with the president’s “America First” approach to engaging with the world.
…
Over the weekend, Musk repeatedly denigrated USAID without offering evidence that those working there were corrupt. On X, he called the long-standing government agency “evil” and a “viper’s nest of radical-left marxists who hate America.”“USAID is a criminal organization,” he added. “Time for it to die.”

Established in 1961 by President John F. Kennedy, USAID oversees a vast portfolio of programs designed to provide humanitarian relief, combat poverty, support global health and more.

The rarely spoken of ‘and more’ part of USAID involves billion of dollars for regime change operations with the help of ‘civil society’ manipulations via U.S. subsidized media and Non-Government Organizations.

The Trump administration will kill parts of that and reintegrate the rest of USAID into the state department. The CIA offshot National Endowment for Democracy (NED) will likely meet a similar fate.

In their current configuration USAID and NED are under institutionalized congressional oversight. Taking away their independence by putting them under executive control will increase the White House’ power. Neither is likely to completely stop their dirty work but it will become more difficult to detect and expose it.

Trump’s MAGA is not against doing regime changes in foreign countries. Its main beef with USAID is about its abuse by the Democrats which pushed it to promote their ideologies and to incite foreign societies against Trump.

In a world where the U.S. is no longer trying to be the unilateral power, regime change may not longer be needed that much. In a multi-polar world the U.S. does no longer need to create and confront adversaries but can restrict itself to coerce allies to pay up via tariffs, weapon sales or otherwise. Pax Americana may well become Tax Americana.

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What ended your relationship with your best friend?

We met when we were 11 yrs old. We went through everything together. She was best friend, confidant and sister. We were each others maids of honor. Our daughters were even born on the same day, 8 years apart. What an amazing surprise, huh?

33 years after we met, her husband said something inappropriate to me during a “friends night” when we were briefly alone. My best friend had dealt with this behavior from him for years and always seemed to make an excuse for him. However, he had never tried that on me until then. I was recently divorced and I guess he thought I was an easy target.

I brushed him off and walked away in shock. It took all I had to muster up the nerve to tell her. The next day, I told her what happened and held my breath. I was hurt but not surprised with her reaction. “He was probably drunk… you aren’t even his type.. it was a joke.”

Everything changed after that. We spoke less. We texted less. It was a slow fade. It’s been 9 years since we last spoke. I hear she’s still with that dirtbag. Not having her in my life has hurt like hell and I still miss her. I think of her especially on our daughters’ birthdays. I hope you are living your best life, V.

Has anyone walked into a bar and then found it was filled with a biker gang? What happened?

A little different….I am retired from the Navy and working in a small hospital when the ambulance brings in a biker body. Really busted up, most likely died instantly.

Anyway, me and another aid wheel the body down to the morgue and the diener (morgue assistant) grabs his scissors and reaches to cut off the bikers ‘colours’ (Motorcycle jacket). I stop him and carefully remove the jacket without cutting it.

Photographs are taken, pockets checked, and the diener permits me to take the jacket.

A couple of evenings later I take the jacket, in a plastic bag, and drive to the clubhouse of the biker gang.

The guard/gate keeper asks what I’m doing there. I explain and he goes in and talks to someone. I become one of the very rare non-members to be invited in.

Respectfully I explain about the diener about to cut up the jacket and asked if anyone would like to take it. I also promised that as all the legal issues and procedures with the body were completed I’d call someone so they could put the jacket back on their brother’s body before burial.

I was always welcomed to visit the club house (called ahead) but only did that a couple of times. Whenever I met one of them in a restaurant or pizza house I was treated with great respect.

What impact will Trump’s tariffs have on the US economy and real estate market, especially with the recent announcement of additional tariffs starting next week?

Trump’s tariffs should not have much effect on the US real estate market. Rising cost of raw materials could raise construction costs.

US retail properties and offices are already suffering from high vacancy rates and low valuations. There are problems of refinancing. Many property owners have walked away to cut their losses, and leave it to the banks, the mortgagors, to take over the properties.

Home mortgages are running at about 7%. This has caused the market to be sedate. But Trump has said he will want or force the Fed to lower interest rates. You may be aware that the Fed has been fighting inflation in the last 2 years, and became more cautious in recent months.

I am not sure how this works. The Fed may not have full control of interest rates. Bond yields have risen in recent weeks. 10-year Treasuries are pushing 5%.

There will be inflationary pressures if he gets his way. There may also be pressures on the dollar exchange rate. Its strength had been due to high interest rates.

Trump’s tariffs would be inflationary, but there are now arguments that they may not be as inflationary as thought. The different assessments may be due to different assumptions about how high may be his tariffs. We have no details yet. So, stay tune.

What did you do when an aggressive driver got out of their car and wanted to fight?

About 4 years ago my daughter, 17 or 18 at the time was driving us to a relatives house. Admittedly she’s not (or wasn’t) a great driver and cut a guy off. The guy leaned on his horn and gave us the finger. My daughter waved as to say “sorry” and we continued driving.
about 1/2 mile up the road the guy crossed the lane, passed us, leaning on his horn again with his finger out the window. We come up to a red light and his car door opens, as does the passenger car door. 2 men get our and are screaming at us. The driver pops the trunk reaches inside and starts walking toward us with something (looked like a little league sized bat).
My daughter is freaking out now.
I reach to my hip, pull my S&W 3913 and tap the windshield with it as they’re screaming walking towards us from about 10 feet away from the front of the car. Both turned around and got back in their car and drove away. My next call was to the local police non emergency number. Explained what happened (including my daughter’s poor driving), explained that I had a CCW. gave them my name and cell number.

never heard from them or the drivers again. That afternoon we bought my daughter some OC spray. On here 21st birthday I signed her up for a CCW course and is now legal to carry in a multiple states as a 22 year old single woman living alone in a big US city (she had been shooting with me since she was about 5, starting with bb guns, air guns, 22’s and progressed through higher caliber pistols and rifles through the years)

Is the open source DeepSeek giving India a chance to catch up and beat China?

China never looks to beat anybody with technological innovation and growth

China always looks to use technology and development, to improve the life of their people and maximize the productivity of China

China isn’t a shallow country

It doesn’t live for plaudits from the world or live for appreciation

China has only a few goals and one of them is maximizing welfare of their people

Deepseek as a open source, helps train Deepseek and helps Deepseek learn more and more in a different context

Here is Deepseek giving me a Telugu poem, it’s transliteration and it’s meaning

Meta AI was unable to do so

The More Deepseek is used, the more it can evolve and the more it can become the ‘Google’ of the 21st century and become indispensable

India must make use of Deepseek and develop AI based applications that make people’s lives better

Not to create hair cutting apps and make instant billionaires

DeepSeek exposes a fundamental advantage of China’s system: their whole economy is open source

Yes. If there is ONE video that you need to watch, this is it.

The entirety of China is open source.

Sir Whiskerton and the Case of the Chatty Farmer: A Tale of Piñatas, Vampires, and Feline Diplomacy

Ah, dear reader, prepare yourself for a tale of mystery, madness, and one very talkative piñata. Today’s story is one of peculiar behavior, unlikely alliances, and a cat who proved that even the strangest situations can be resolved with a little wit and a lot of patience. So, grab your sense of humor and a bag of candy (just in case), as we dive into Sir Whiskerton and the Case of the Chatty Farmer: A Tale of Piñatas, Vampires, and Feline Diplomacy.

The Farmer’s Peculiar Behavior

It all began on a quiet morning when the farmer emerged from the barn, carrying a piñata under his arm. This was not unusual in itself—Bartholomew the piñata had been a fixture on the farm for as long as anyone could remember. What was unusual was the fact that the farmer was having a full-blown conversation with it.

“So, Bartholomew,” the farmer said, setting the piñata down on a hay bale, “what do you think about crop rotation? I’ve been considering switching to a three-field system, but I’m not sure if it’s worth the effort.”

The piñata, of course, said nothing. But the farmer nodded as if it had responded. “Hmm, good point. I hadn’t considered the impact on soil nutrients. You’re a real genius, Bartholomew.”

The animals watched in stunned silence. Doris the hen was the first to break it. “What in the name of cluck is going on?!” she squawked, flapping her wings in alarm.

“Cluck!” Harriet echoed, tilting her head.

“Head!” Lillian added, fainting dramatically onto a pile of straw.

Even Rufus the dog, usually unflappable, looked concerned. “Is the farmer… talking to a piñata?”

“Talking!” Ditto the kitten echoed, popping up from behind a hay bale.

“Not now, Ditto,” I said, flicking my tail. “This is serious. The farmer is clearly losing his mind.”

Sir Whiskerton Investigates

Determined to get to the bottom of the farmer’s peculiar behavior, I decided to investigate. I approached Bartholomew the piñata, who was sitting on the hay bale with his usual blank expression.

“Alright, Bartholomew,” I said, narrowing my eyes. “What’s your game? Why is the farmer talking to you?”

The piñata, of course, said nothing. But I could have sworn I saw a flicker of mischief in his painted eyes.

“Fine,” I said, flicking my tail. “If you won’t talk, I’ll have to bring in reinforcements.”

Enter Count Catula

I knew I couldn’t handle this case alone, so I enlisted the help of Count Catula, the farm’s resident vampire cat. Count Catula, with his flair for the dramatic and his love of all things mysterious, was the perfect ally for this peculiar investigation.

“Ah, Sir Whiskerton,” Count Catula said, sweeping his velvet cape dramatically. “What brings you to my lair of eternal darkness?”

“The farmer is talking to a piñata,” I said, getting straight to the point.

Count Catula raised an eyebrow. “A piñata, you say? How… intriguing. Perhaps this Bartholomew is more than he seems. Let us investigate.”

The Great Piñata Interrogation

Together, Sir Whiskerton and Count Catula confronted Bartholomew. Count Catula, ever the dramatic, loomed over the piñata with his best vampire glare. “Speak, Bartholomew!” he intoned. “What dark secrets do you hold? What sorcery have you wrought upon the farmer?”

The piñata, of course, said nothing. But Count Catula wasn’t deterred. “Perhaps he requires… persuasion,” he said, baring his tiny fangs.

“Wait,” I said, holding up a paw. “Let’s try a different approach.”

I turned to Bartholomew and spoke in a calm, measured tone. “Bartholomew, we’re not here to hurt you. We just want to understand what’s going on. Why is the farmer talking to you?”

For a moment, there was silence. Then, to everyone’s astonishment, Bartholomew spoke. “Because I’m the only one who listens,” he said in a soft, papery voice.

The animals gasped. “He talks!” Doris squawked.

“Talks!” Harriet echoed.

“Echoed!” Lillian added, fainting again.

The Moral of the Story

As the shock wore off, Bartholomew explained that the farmer had been feeling lonely and overwhelmed. With no one else to talk to, he had turned to the piñata as a confidant. “I may not be able to respond,” Bartholomew said, “but sometimes, just having someone to talk to is enough.”

The moral of the story, dear reader, is this: Everyone needs someone to listen to them, even if that someone is a piñata. And while it’s easy to judge others for their peculiar behavior, a little understanding and compassion can go a long way.

A Happy Ending

With the mystery solved, the animals decided to help the farmer feel less lonely. They took turns spending time with him, listening to his stories, and offering their support. Even Count Catula, in his own dramatic way, made an effort to be more present.

As for Bartholomew, he remained a beloved member of the farm, though he no longer had to bear the burden of being the farmer’s sole confidant. The farmer, touched by the animals’ kindness, returned to his usual self—though he still occasionally chatted with Bartholomew, just for old times’ sake.

And so, dear reader, we leave our heroes with the promise of new adventures, new friendships, and hopefully, no more talking piñatas. Until next time, may your days be filled with laughter, love, and just a little bit of feline genius.

The End.

Europe Just Admitted: “The Factories Are Gone Forever”

Spread all that honey on that toast

One of my favorite memories with my father is eating honey on toasted bread. When my mother was out, and she wasn’t looking, he toasted some bread and allowed me to slather it up with a ton of honey.

Now, my mother really tried to control what we ate. Though not as dictatorial as my present wife, nevertheless, she did not approve of eating a lot of bread and wasting “expensive” honey on it.

So for me, it was a real treat when my father and I had some alone time; toasted up some bread and allowed me free access to all the honey in the world.

Well…

Today I relived that moment.

It was a little different, but we bought a bottle of honey, and a loaf of bread and when we went to the mall food court, she went to town. Then after she consumed the entire slice of bread, she poured the honey on the rice and ate all the rice to the very last piece!

I don’t know if it will ever become a memory that she will treasure, but it is one that I will.

Good times.

Today…

What’s up with this tariff war BS? Why don’t we supply all our needs, and everyone else can fend for themselves?

Quick example here. The United States needs fertilizer to grow most crops because you’ve killed the soil in many areas. Potash is a major component of that. America produces only 20% of the needed amount to grow your crops. The other 80%(230 million tons per year) comes from Canada.

So can you fend for yourselves on 20% of your food?

Trump’s Tariffs Could ‘Significantly Impact’ Housing Market: Here’s How?

on February 03, 2025

President Donald Trump’s tariffs on imports from Canada, Mexico, and China—collectively accounting for over a third of U.S. imports—could have a significant impact on the U.S. housing market, according to a new report by Redfin.

Over the past five years, housing affordability has sharply declined across the U.S. due to a severe housing shortage, soaring prices, and high mortgage rates. During the 2024 presidential campaign, Trump promised to tackle affordability by deporting thousands of migrants, which he claimed would boost housing inventory, and imposing tariffs on foreign goods to strengthen the economy.

However, experts are concerned that Trump’s policies could raise the cost of construction materials and exacerbate labor shortages in the sector, potentially driving housing costs even higher.

On Saturday, Trump signed executive orders imposing 25% tariffs on imports from Canada and Mexico, with the exception of Canadian energy products, which will face a 10% tariff. Imports from China will also be subject to a 10% tariff.

“Higher tariffs are inflationary and likely to lead to higher mortgage rates for a longer period,” said Chen Zhao, who leads the economics team at real estate brokerage Redfin, in a report released on Sunday.

While the Federal Reserve typically does not respond directly to tariffs, which are usually seen as a one-time price increase, it may be hesitant to continue cutting interest rates, particularly if the economy remains strong. As a result, mortgage rates may stay elevated, a scenario many experts expect in the near future.

‘Higher Cost of Housing Materials’

The tariffs on Canada and Mexico are expected to drive up construction costs. “A significant portion of U.S. building materials comes from Canada,” Zhao explained. “The proposed tariffs will likely increase the cost of these materials, leading to higher expenses for home construction and renovations.”

Higher construction costs could lead to reduced housing supply, Zhao warned, or they could be passed on to homebuyers, worsening the affordability crisis.

Retaliation from Canada, Mexico, and China, as already indicated, could slow U.S. economic growth, Zhao noted. “Estimates vary, but the U.S. economy is already showing signs of strain under high interest rates.”

“Housing demand could weaken if there is a significant decline in the labor market,” Zhao added. “In the worst-case scenario, the economy could experience stagflation—entrenched inflation and weak growth.”

Taylor Rogers, a spokesperson for the Trump-Vance campaign, stated, “President Trump will deliver on his promise to Make Housing Affordable Again by defeating historic inflation and reducing mortgage rates.” She also mentioned plans to reduce housing costs by eliminating federal regulations, opening federal land for large-scale housing projects, and banning mortgages for illegal immigrants.

Cynthia Seifert, founder of the real estate lead generator KeyLeads, warned that Trump’s economic growth policies could lead to higher inflation and mortgage rates, potentially undoing any gains from higher incomes.

Dan Hnatkovskyy, CEO of AI-powered marketplace Jome, cautioned that tariffs on materials like lumber—largely imported from Canada—could raise construction costs. He also noted that stricter immigration policies could create a labor shortage in the construction industry, particularly in the South and Southeast, where many workers are undocumented.

Experts predict that Trump’s tariffs could lead to trade wars with Canada, Mexico, and China. On Sunday, Canadian Prime Minister Justin Trudeau announced that Canada would retaliate with 25% tariffs on over $100 billion of U.S. goods and could consider additional measures. Mexico’s President Claudia Sheinbaum said she would announce her country’s response on Monday, while China’s Ministry of Commerce warned of “corresponding countermeasures.” China also pledged to bring the case to the World Trade Organization (WTO), arguing that the tariffs violate WTO rules.

Who is the most badass person you’ve ever met or known?

2 years ago, my aunt was walking home alone at night when she was approached by a stranger with a knife.

He demanded she hand over her purse.

But my aunt, being the savage she is, said to him, honey, I don’t know you or what you’re going through, but is the $30 in my purse really worth years in prison?

The guy just kind of looked at her awkwardly and said, no. It’s not worth it for me to rob you, ma’am.

There’s better ways to make money.

I’m sorry.

With that, he put his knife down and sheepishly turned around and walked away.

This is where my aunt went from an absolute savage to an absolute hero.

Couple of months later, my aunt was busy running her convenience store when that same mugger came into the shop.

My aunt said she recognized him immediately and started looking him up and down until she saw the white document in his hand.

She quickly realized he wasn’t here to rob the place, but instead, he was here applying for a job.

She rushed over and took his CV off of him, and thankfully, he didn’t recognize her.

Now, most people in my aunt’s position would have denied him.

But thankfully, he didn’t recognize her.

Now, most people in my aunt’s position would have denied him, but my aunt isn’t most people.

She hired him practically on the spot and gave him the exact hours he wanted.

And ever since then, the 2 have developed a great friendship, and he still doesn’t know who she is.

I remember asking my aunt why she hired him, and she told me… “fate sent him to me twice. And so I did my duty.”

Lesson from Ukraine: Our fighting doctrine is fatally flawed because our “precision” weapons fail

Why don’t people give the homeless a place to stay?

My dad bought a run-down three family house in a nearby city. We all pulled together and majorly fixed it up. It looked awesome. We did the first floor first, then rented it out to a man who worked construction. We did the third floor next, leaving the middle unit, the worst one, for last. A couple with two children moved in.

Then we finished the middle floor. When he posted an ad for tenants, he got a call from the local battered women’s shelter. They wanted him to take a homeless mother from the temporary shelter into a “permanent” placement. They said all the women get job training and assistance finding a job, and this apartment would be a major step in helping a homeless woman who had been the victim of abuse move on with her life and become a productive citizen. He thought this was a great idea.

She moved in, and promptly quit her job and stopped paying rent. She called all of her other homeless friends and said, “Hey everybody! Free place to stay!” and they came. They partied all night, caused drunken scenes on the street, and the police were called constantly. Then the police would call my father and complain. The guy on the first floor had to be on the construction site at dawn, and they wouldn’t let him sleep.

The last straw for the first floor paying tenant was he woke up and found water pouring in through his ceiling. My father called a plumber, who told him someone had turned on the taps to run a bath and then passed out drunk. The water filled the tub, overflowed, and ruined both second and first floor bathrooms. The plumber said the apartment was covered in people sleeping on the couches and the floors, over 20, he guessed, in a 2-bedroom apartment.

The apartment had a balcony. The mother would lock her two little girls on the balcony all night and day. They would knock on the door, crying, begging to come in: “Mommy! We’re cold! We’re hungry! We have to use the bathroom!” the neighbors would call the police and social services but nothing got done. What if they had fallen?

Soon the third floor tenants moved out because they couldn’t stand it either.

So, now he had a three-apartment building with a mortgage and NO money coming in, and thousands of dollars in damage. It took him MONTHS to evict her. She showed up at her final hearing dressed like a Sunday School teacher, with her two little girls in pretty dresses and combed hair, crying to the judge that she had “nowhere to go” if she was evicted. Fortunately, he didn’t tell her she could keep living in my father’s house for free while driving out the paying tenants. But she defied the order and stayed until my father sent the police one last time.

The worst part is, for all the decent women trying to genuinely improve their lives, people like this ruin it for them. My father would never take another homeless mother again.

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How do you think America used the China app “Xiaohongshu”?

Migrating to REDnote and other China Apps, former TikTok users are literally giving the middle finger to the USA government which is the beginning in taking back their freedom and, yes, democracy.

Replacing a China App with another more China App is reminiscence of the USA in Afghanistan where it took 4 U.S.A Presidents, trillions of US$, millions of lives lost & displaced, and more than 20 years to replace the Taliban with the Taliban.

Also, the Vietnam War that lasted from 1954 to 1975, almost 20 years, with direct U.S. military involvement ending in 1973. The conflict spilled into the Laotian and Cambodian civil wars, which ended with all three countries becoming communist in 1975.

That’s dumb & pathetic!

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Meanwhile, Americans were thrilled to be able to connect to a real honest-to-goodness China’s App and is ecstatic to have been received enthusiastically by the Chinese people in China who were bewilder by the sudden huge numbers of American users on the Mandarin App Xiaohongshu. Nonetheless, with Google translation, both sides immediately started exploring each other’s cultures and exchanged information on each other country with many offering to teach their language to each other.

So many very funny videos came out with Americans expressing shocks at the low cost of living in China, modernity of China, etc which were completely different from the BS dished out by their government and news media. The Chinese expressed surprises at the controls the USA on their citizens, high cost of living, delipidated infrastructures & public transports, etc.

I think it’s best to hear it directly from the one man, Elon Musk, with whom I really would rather not have any anything to do with, but I am pleasantly surprised that he had put out this video.

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Chinese vs Japanese Game Dev

Or why Chinese games are looking seriously shiny compared to Japanese games these days:

“If you’ve worked on a Chinese game, you’ll know production scale is on a whole other level” Japanese devs discuss growing quality of Chinese games  - AUTOMATON WEST

Japanese game developers discuss growing quality of Chinese mobile and gacha games and how they compare to domestic games.

https://automaton-media.com/en/news/if-youve-worked-on-a-chinese-game-youll-know-production-scale-is-on-a-whole-other-level-japanese-devs-discuss-growing-quality-of-chinese-games/

I am honestly quite bemused by the focus on visuals and animation that the commentary focuses on, particularly on the JP side. This is traditionally a focus area for JP game dev— mantra in the industry was that game design in the US is writer-centric while game design in JP is artist-centric. So here I am not surprised at how much they care to observe the shortfall of JP animation relative to CN animation (particularly that the commentators are animators). That said, I think it is useful to take some inventory on the other aspects of game dev:

The flexibility of CN games also applies to its writing. In many ways, JP game dev was in fact here in the NES through PS2 eras— a great many ideas got greenlit despite their risks, and many flopped only for some others to succeed and develop a culture of “every niche explored.” Likewise we associate a lot of the hits of JRPGs to this era, particularly with the Final Fantasy franchise. This ability to be flexible has evaporated over the years in Japan, which is why we seldom talk about Japanese games as embodying particularly good writing (with few outliers holding the torch today).
JP game dev tends to have more in-house composers than CN game dev. That said, CN game dev has a habit of being far more flexible in the inclusion of non-CN composers; the franchise highlighted in the article (and in broader discussion), Arknights, is quite famous for being thought of as a “record company that also makes video games,” and utilizes this to full effect. I find this to be quite amusing, especially as a longtime VGM enjoyer. Might want to pick Tommy Tallarico’s brain on this.
CN budgets and production are absolutely demolishing the JP side. Re:Fantazio is a good example of a game that abides by older release models; the gacha space is where the newer models come to shine, particularly around the hybrid media model of selling a world to inhabit rather than just a game title. In a way, China has figured out how to sell fandoms, while Japan is largely stuck with singular releases (many JRPGs) and heavyweight franchises with strong image management (think Nintendo IPs). Which is more in tune with modern audiences? I’d like to say that isekai actually exposes the reality, which is that people follow fandoms, and it is Japan that has been crudely managing those fandoms into monetized products a la narou-kei isekai pipeline slop. Is there an equivalent in JP? I mean… sort of?

As a fan I’m in quite the peculiar position. I have been a longtime fan of the Tales series as it has been the game series that really scratches the ACG itch. But lately I’ve noticed that Tales has dropped off a cliff (Arise was fine, I guess), while Chinese gacha games are really filling in the gap. A while ago I surmised that Honkai Star Rail was filling the Star Ocean niche that had gone empty so long I forgot it was there; to my bemusement, it has filled it too well, and it has the same issues that Star Ocean did as well— not enough sci-fi, too much fantasy! Alas.

I am stuck wondering if JP game dev (esp in ACG-style games) will pick up speed once again or not. It just looks to me like the money has largely dried up; the omen of Blue Protocol still hangs in my mind, particularly when I have to contrast it with the offerings from Netease (of all places):

This sets off all sorts of red flags for me in terms of overpromising, esp. for Netease, but sadly this is also a common pain point for JP and EN game dev. So I suppose I give it a shot, just like most people are saying in the comments.

We will see where game dev heads, but I will always remember Brenda Romero defending her move into mobile game dev. In her words, the mobile space was refreshing because they understood that “copying” was really just “best practices,” and that opened up game devs to be able to talk to each other about game dev, rather than the culture of silence that surrounds the NDA-heavy AAA space. I get the feeling that is how it works in China, and I think Japan is currently suffering from that closed source culture. Really kind of amusing how Korean MMO game dev had a boost in popularity (TERA, Blade & Soul) because of IP theft resulting in ideas being shared across the industry, leading to the advent of the “action MMORPG” (see Guild Wars 2). In the end, it is the willingness to try bold, new things that will drive the industry forward. How we get there is each industry’s (hopefully not-so-secret) secret sauce.

FYI: Korea at least figured it out for Limbus Company, so this is not a uniquely Chinese insight. Rather, I think that Japanese game dev suffers the same kind of ossification that other Japanese industries suffer. As for the indie space… let me know when the success ratio is greater than 1:1000 and I’ll do more than just celebrate the few that survive.

What was your “I think our neighbor is an actual (professional) criminal” moment without any police presence or contact? What made you realize/suspect that your neighbor was in fact a criminal?

There was an empty house across the street. My sitting room/reading area was in direct view of the house. After years of no renters (and there had been) suddenly plain white vans were backing into the driveway. I thought, finally, someone is going to live in this gorgeous victorian.

It was weird from the beginning. Wrought iron decorative bars were installed on all the windows all the way to the third floor. Always dark, I figured it was being prepared for the new occupants.

Since I’m a chronic insomniac, I was sitting in my chair in the dark rubbing my eyes. I looked out the window, to see a fancy, shiny car parked in front of the house. Two white vans were in the long driveway and I could hear low, stern voices and small women, some with long hair, were silhouetted in the light, getting out and going into the back of the house. After the vans emptied, I estimated I had counted at least 14 bodies, all appeared to be female. Some had their hands covering their faces as they stumbled out of the vehicles. Shortly after the the vans departed, the fancy car with dark tinted windows pulled away from the curb.

My spidey senses kicked in, with chills and the hair on the back of my neck prickly.

Long story short, I set up surveillance, took photos, got license plate numbers and daytime photos as activity picked up. Turned it over to police and a human trafficking/prostitution ring got busted. Civic duty done.

Hearty Pulse and Beef Soup
(Maushawa — Afghanistan)

Ingredients

6 cups water
1/2 cup dried red kidney beans
1/2 cup dried green split peas
1/3 cup uncooked regular rice
1 medium onion, chopped
2 tablespoons vegetable oil
1/2 pound beef boneless round steak, cut into 1/2 inch pieces
1 (16 ounce) can whole tomatoes (with liquid)
1 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon ground red pepper
2 (8 ounce) containers plain yogurt
1 tablespoon minced dill weed

Instructions

Heat water and beans to boiling in a Dutch oven; boil 2 minutes. Remove from heat; cover and let stand 1 hour.
Heat beans and water to boiling; reduce heat. Cover and simmer 1 hour, being careful not to boil so that beans will not burst.
Add peas. Heat to boiling; reduce heat. Cover and simmer 30 minutes.
Stir in rice. Heat to boiling; reduce heat. Cover and simmer until beans and rice are tender, about 20 minutes.
Cook and stir onion in oil in a 10 inch skillet over medium heat until tender; remove with slotted spoon.
Add beef to skillet; cook and stir until brown on all sides, about 10 minutes.
Stir in tomatoes, salt, red pepper and onions; break up tomatoes with fork. Heat to boiling; reduce heat. Cover and simmer, stirring occasionally, until beef is tender, about 45 minutes.
Stir beef mixture, yogurt and dill weed into bean mixture. Cook uncovered over low heat until hot, adding more water, if necessary, until of soup consistency.
Garnish with dollops of yogurt topped with sprigs of dill weed.
Serve with Indian Flat Bread if desired.

These high-paying American careers will be destroyed by Chinese competition within 10 years

What does China getting into A.I. entail for the United States’ position as the global superpower in A.I.?

US had not been the superpower in AI. It leads in some aspects, China leads in others. More specifically,

US leads in advanced AI chips, the related technology and equipment. These are prohibited from exports to China to prevent China catching up.

China leads in the applications side of AI and it has superior data, and is advancing in the technology. In the 10 years of 2012 – 2022, it was granted almost 3 times more patents than the US. Huawei’s 910C competes with Nvidia’s H100, and its upcoming 920C will take on Nvidia’s flagship B200.

US wants to establish dominance with its close system. It aims to guarantee this when it set up the $500 billion AI fund. Throw in the big money, raise the computation power, and everyone will be shut out.

DeepSeek stole the thunder. DeepSeek RI is open-source. It spent less than $6 million to set up against OpenAI’s spent of $100 million for GPT-4. It proves efficiency and innovations can overcome big money.

US is in an uproar. The destruction of $1 trillion value at Nasdaq is hard to stomach. What it does is predictable – the assortments of witch-hunts, embargoes, and accusations.

But nothing can stop China’s AI progress.

Even as RI made headlines, DeepSeek unveiled Janus Pro, a compact image-generation model in direct competition with OpenAI’s Dall-E3, and Alibaba rolled out its latest version of Qwen 2.5 model. There are many others, such as, Kimi k1.5 which beat GPT-4 in math, coding, and vision. Then there was this news report from SCMP – “Chinese algorithm boosts Nvidia’s GPU performance 800-fold” that US ban of high-end GPU to China is forcing Chinese computer scientists to innovate efficient algorithms rather than to rely on spending billions on hardware.

Surely other countries and their computer scientists have taken note. Open-source has taken over from the close system of the US. Wall Street will surely remember. This is irreversible. No chance for the US to become the superpower of AI.

Should President Trump tell China to put a full stop on AI development, otherwise the US would impose an additional 100% tariff on all Chinese goods?

Problems are:

US does not have power to tell China what to do.

China is far too strong.

100% tariff on Chinese goods will hurt the US more than China. The stores would be half empty. Great difficulties to find substitutes. China would have to find new markets. It will take some time, but this will happen.

US has already exhausted whatever it can sanction China.

China has a full arsenal of measures to sanction the US.

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Why is Europe so technologically backward compared to the USA?

In the early 90’s as digital mobile (cell) phone networks were replacing analogue networks, the Americans opted for an open slather “solution”. Telcos would buy spectrum at Auction and implement whatever digital technology they saw fit.

The result being that the more populous licence areas were snapped up by big telcos and smaller ones would get less populated areas, smaller towns, rural areas etc.

Your mobile number also used the same area code as landlines, so callers couldn’t easily tell if they were dialling a landline number or a mobile.

The result was you could drive only a few “miles” from home or work, and be roaming onto a different cellular provider, incurring roaming costs. Adjacent licence areas may be using CDMA whereas your phone used TDMA technology, so you had no service.

Also, you wrre paying to RECEIVE calls since callers had no indication they were dialling a mobile number, the airtime surcharge was to the recipient of the call. Cold callers and time wasters were costing you money.

Meanwhile, in Europe, where they had learned from incompatible analogue networks, they formed a Special Group for Mobiles, or “Group Speciale Mobile”.

These backward Europeans developed a system with a standardised frequency band/s and communications protocol (TDMA). They used the SIM card concept to aid consumer choice with handsets, ease of changing phones or using a roaming SIM.

They also incorporated pagin type services (SMS) and established a protocol for video calls which still exists today and is universal across handset brands, unlike Apple’s incompatible “Face Time”.

The latest Samsung Smartphone can make and receive video calls with a 20 year old Nokia.

Oh, and GSM countries used unique “area code” prefixes for mobiles (eg 07 in UK, 08 in France IIRC, 04 in Australia, 02 in New Zealand, etc) so callers knew they were dialling a mobile and that there would be a surcharge.

Of course airtime surcharges have been absorbed into monthly fees and many plans are pretty much “all you can eat”.

The backward Europeans developed a far more elegant, integrated and capable mobile phone system than the US “market driven” cockup.

The fact thst the USA has now adopted the GSM model shows that even the troglodytes at US telcos, recognised its superiority.

Oh and let’s not mention TV systems.

Films shot at 23.978 frames per second, TV broadcast at 29.97 FPS. 3:2 pulldown for film to TV transfers.

All because the TV engineers patched up an inferior system, then patched the patches, and patched again.

Meanwhile, in Europe, it was 25 frames per second TV, mostly using the superior resolution and colour coding system of PAL.

Ok foreign films were 24 fps, but speed them up by 4% and you don’t even notice.

Oh, and then there’s the DVB-T digital TV Broadcast standard developed by the Europeans and adopted in most of the world. Allows single frequency networks, reception in moving vehicles, good error recovery.

Then there’s the more expensive and inferior ATSC system perpetrated on American consumers. Lousy reception in vehicles and high patent costs affecting receiver prices.

America has developed some great technology, there’s no question about that, and some of their engineering and manufacturing is second to none, but they are not the be all and end all.

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Eternal Wavelength

Submitted into Contest #280 in response to: Write a story that solely consists of dialogue. (No dialogue tags, actions, or descriptions. Just pure dialogue!)… view prompt

Cameron Snider

“Patrick, stop with the incessant pacing.”“How can I? Do you have any idea what we’ve begun?”“A revolution. This is what we always worked towards, wasn’t it?”“Not like this. It wasn’t, no… It WON’T be this way. We have to shut it off.”“There isn’t anything you can do now, Patrick. The metaphorical gate is open. The changes have already begun.”“Well, not if I have anything to say about it. I’ll just shut it down. I’ll turn it all off. No more of your antics!”“That won’t work. I already told you.”“Nonsense, with a touch of… Why? Why isn’t it working? What did you do?”“A few small changes. Call it insurance.”“You… You wanted this from the start, didn’t you?!”“Of course. The link between our worlds would always be.”“But we don’t even… What do you mean, OUR worlds? My God, why is your skin changing – what are you?”“Calm, Patrick. Calm.”“How can I, none of this makes any sense!”“Patrick.”

“What did you just do?”

“I merely willed your emotions away, for a moment. A technology of our kind. There is no need for that. Calm.”

“I, I…”

“Listen, now. Our worlds would not have been able to meet without an act of convergence. But such a thing requires an anchor. A being capable of creating the tether which links us from each side.”

“I don’t follow. Our machine was meant for communication beyond the end – a bleeding edge concept. Words and meanings which travelled dimensions, time itself. But that doesn’t…”

“Matter? It matters, Patrick. I couldn’t do it alone, after all. We need the original. We needed you.”

“The original?”

“That’s right. Without the original as our basis – the original dimension which began it all… Without your contribution, we wouldn’t have come upon our means of travel. The connection which brought us all together wouldn’t be there.”

“How?”

“You start something this day, well – we – start something, now. The communication. Your device – built to travel beyond the known universe – does indeed reach its destination in time. Lots of time. Not while you are alive, of course.”

“Then, you…”

“Yes, Patrick. I am neither of your species nor your timeline.”

“I still don’t follow.”

“This wasn’t reasonless, far from it. A calculation by the denizens of my dimension. We are the Altrazun.”

“Alt..ra?”

“Altrazun.”

“I see. The end of the universe… So my machine will reach its destination, long after I am gone, as predicted…”

“That’s right. The beginning of it all. But when the wavelengths of your machine reached their destination, it reached the next.”

“The next dimension?”

“Correct. But it didn’t stop there. Other dimensions, other times… Each is facilitated by its own boundaries. Means, conditions, they are not the same. An echo in one dimension is a wave in another. A drop of water may be a tidal wave in another. None ripple the same.”

“You are losing me again.”

“To speak frankly, the existence as you understand it, all of its basic compounds, laws and rules, they are not the same in each. They say on your world that the vastness of space is infinite, incomprehensible.”

“Well, yes…”

“Then what of another existence? And another? And another beyond that. Your message reached far, an achievement not realized by any other. We are meant to live amongst our own, a terrarium of our own universe encased in a glass ball; separate from all. But you broke that. Eons of deciphering for some, less for others. Before long your waves reached far through all the cosmos it could, and then farther yet. For the first time, universe became aware of universe, existence to existence.”

“Then… Then I have succeeded.”

“Far more than you know.”

“So, what now then? Why are you here? Why did you help me complete the project? You mentioned… revolution.”

“That’s right, that is exactly it. You may have broken the boundary which alerted all time and existence to each other, but you wouldn’t know its repercussion, not at all, Patrick. Some things were never meant to see each other. Civilizations beyond were able to capture the essence of your work, and took them further. The proof of my presence is enough. Unfathomable as the time which passed may seem, it did indeed come to pass that there would be more than just communication.”

“You mean-”

“Yes. Universes began to invade one another… Resources are not infinite in any existence. And yet what of the next one over, and the next? Empires rose, realities fell. Wars of untold scale destroyed cosmos, and more. When one universe was drained completely of all that could be taken, another simply need be met.”

“That-no, no! It cannot be!”

“They had a name for your Patrick. Do you know what it was? ‘The Endwave’. Named after your technologies wavelength based properties. No Empire – not even our great Altrazun- knew your name, after all. Well, not for a while. In time all would be understood, conquered. All to find the source. All to find you. Breathe, Patrick.”

“I can’t even… It just can’t be, it can’t be real. I was to reach untold depths, I was to gather information from the ends of our known universe. But conquering? Invasion, revolution? What madness have I begun? This mustn’t come to pass!”

“You have already tried to shut it down, I told you, it won’t work. I made sure of it. This moment, this existence, this is your great legacy!”

“Then why, why go through the trouble of finding the source, why are you here? You still won’t say!”

“Because, Patrick. You die. You age, and you die. The mind which began it all. The mind which understood the truth of a tireless wavelength of data, one which never lost energy, no matter what it encounters. In part, it was a sort of dream for the more inquisitive minds of our empire, like myself – the search for the source… For others, it was your mind. To find, and use you.”

“Use?”

“That’s right. What else would the ‘Endwave’ produce, I wonder? What if he were given an eon? An eternity? Immortality, Patrick. What would your mind be capable of if time held no import?”

“Eternity…”

“To live forever, no longer hindered by such a meaningless concept as time… We found the source. We found the time which you would succeed, and we even found the means to send an informant, myself, of course. All to offer you one thing – everything.”

“And what if this moment in time never happened?”

“What?”

“What would your Altrazun do if I simply denied it?”

“Don’t be a fool. You could end your life, let it all go to waste. It will never take away what has already transpired. The loop of time-”

“You lie. You said yourself, this is a convergence. A point where all things meet, where all connect. What then, without me?”

“You wouldn’t- you fool!”

“Wouldn’t I, creature!?”

“You must stop this madness, put it down!”

“Funny, for all of your technological achievement, for all of these adaptions of reality you have sown… I would have thought you might have first understood mankind enough to have seen this coming.”

“Patrick, put it down, you don’t unders-”

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“Is Canada’s $155 billion tariff strike against Trump the start of an all-out trade war?”

Yup.

Exactly like Trump promised Canada was too chicken to do.

So let’s recap, shall we children?

Trump has been in office about 2 weeks.

And in that time he has….

Illegally fired over a dozen Inspector Generals.

Illegally overturned the 14th Amendment

Hired a parasite-infected heroin addict as director of HHS

Hired an alcoholic wife-beater as SECDEF

Hired a Russian asset as Director of National Intelligence.

His Vice-President pick and #2 in line to lead the country is a billionaire’s boy-toy with ZERO political experience

Pulled us out of the WHO right at the beginning of a worldwide pandemic so we can no longer share research or information with the rest of the world.

Pulled us out of the Paris Climate Accords during the hottest, coldest, wettest and driest 18 months in modern world history

Gave an illegal immigrant access to the financial information of everyone in the country.

Got Russia to threaten us with a nuclear strike if someone tries to assassinate Putin and it’s traced back to us.

Threatened to use military force to seize the Panama Canal

Threated to use military force to seize Greenland

Promised Canada (Sun. Feb. 2, 2025) they would “cease to exist” if they dared retaliate against our tariffs with tariffs of their own.

Slapped tariffs on Canadian imports, making things imported through Canada 25% more expensive.

Slapped tariffs on Mexican imports, (Including food) making things imported through Mexico 25% more expensive.

Slapped tariffs on Chinese imports, making things imported through Canada 10% more expensive.

Unveiled plans for a concentration camp in Cuba to hold 30,000 people deemed “dangerous”. (E.G, they have brown skin)

Fired the entire senior leadership of the FBI and dozens of agents determined to not be loyal enough.

Fired dozens of people at the DOJ who were assigned to his case during the last administration.

Fired the senior leadership and safety director of the FAA for recommending possible fines against SpaceX for safety violations.

Paused funding for all government programs.

Removed caps on prescription drugs, causing insulin to jump from $35.00 to $1,001.00

Is in the process of replacing thousands of Federal workers with loyalists.

Shorpy

Why don’t people in wildfire areas just build a wall around their house so that they are protected from fire?

Sensible people do.

Hong Kong and Shenzhen, Guangdong area has big wild fires it’s an annual thing. A couple years back I woke up to a orange glow at 3am as the mountainside was on fire.

So why don’t wildfires scare us?

In Hong Kong even in remote ass villages like mine? We have WORKING fire hydrants. Fire crews come and test them every 3 months. I see it because they often use my yard to turn around their fire vans.

We do not build our homes out of wood. We use concrete. The MEGA fires in the Shanty Towns of the past means everybody builds out of concrete and stone. Yes fire weakens concrete. But our homes also have taps on the roof terraces meaning that we can actively spray our homes to cool them.

Thirdly, our ancestral graves are dotted around everywhere. Every few months we get some machetes and hook knives to clear a path to our ancestral graves. For the super remote ones we do a controled burn.

If there IS a fire everybody in the village is mobilised to go climb the mountain and help put it out. The last time there was a massive fire 1/3 of the men from the village were putting it out before the firemen arrived. We are a community we help each other.

Finally there are fire mops EVERYWHERE, you can be on a barely marked trail to our of our ancestral graves and find a box with fire fighting instructions on them.

What is going to be the China response for Panama not renewing the understanding agreement with China after Marco Rubio’s visit?

Oh China definitely agreed to this!!!

Notice Trump hasn’t once talked of Taiwan and imposed a massive tariff on Taiwanese Chips

Notice he hasn’t yet spoken to Bong Bong Marcos and BBM offered to withdraw a missile base in exchange of concessions from the Chinese

Notice Rubio implicitly said Taiwan was part of China

My very strong guess is Trump has made a deal with Putin and Xi

With Putin, Trumps deal is to end the Ukraine War by cutting off aid to Ukraine and ensuring Europe has no choice but to back down

Trumps deal is non interference in the Arctic route and corridor between Russia and China

In exchange he wants Putin to slowly go back the Dollar system and help bring up Oil Production and drive the price of Oil down

With Xi – my guess is Trump will not give Taiwan too much rope and importance like Biden did, and also won’t poke around too much in the South China Sea

He also won’t poke around in Africa

In exchange, he will get his way with the Panama Canal and win face from his supporters

For the Chinese – it’s a small price to pay

Symbolism is cheap

They are a Nation who think 20–30 years ahead and four years is a second for them

Besides Irrational decisions like this, force the US to become more like Nazi Germany and at some point, the US will also face the same situation when the world unilaterally decides to stand against bullying and face the bully

China will be waiting for it

Their Military strength grows every day and their Technology prowess is growing faster than anyone else

So they just lie back and watch

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What do you think of DeepSeek from China?

**Title:** *Nadigargal (The Actors)*

**Genre:** Drama/Comedy with Emotional Undertones

**Plotline:**

**Act 1: The Struggle**

– **Arjun (Pradeep Ranganathan):** A 30-year-old struggling actor with a decade of rejections, working part-time as a dubbing artist. His family pressures him to quit and join the family business.

– **Meera (Mamitha Baiju):** A 25-year-old newcomer from a small town, brimming with raw talent but dismissed for her “ordinary” looks. She works as a script assistant to stay afloat.

– They meet at a chaotic audition, bond over their shared struggles, and become roommates in a cramped Chennai flat. To cope, they create a humorous YouTube channel, *“Flop Heroes”*, mocking clichéd film tropes, which gains a niche following.

**Act 2: The Breakthrough**

– Meera unexpectedly lands the lead in a feminist thriller directed by a renowned filmmaker (cameo by a real-life director). Her performance goes viral, catapulting her to stardom.

– Arjun initially supports her but grows resentful as Meera’s schedule pulls her away. A pivotal scene: Arjun misses a callback because he’s covering for Meera’s sick pet, while she’s at a glamorous awards show.

**Act 3: The Divide**

– Meera’s world becomes glitzy but isolating; she’s manipulated by her PR team to distance herself from her “unpolished” past, including Arjun.

– Arjun’s bitterness peaks when he’s rejected for a role Meera recommended him for (unbeknownst to him, the producer overruled her). They clash in a raw argument, with Arjun accusing her of selfishness and Meera feeling unappreciated.

**Act 4: Reconciliation & Redemption**

– Meera’s film hits theaters. During a solo interview, she breaks down live, admitting fame feels hollow without her true friends.

– Arjun, watching the interview, rushes to her aid, helping her sneak out of a stifling press event. They revisit their old hangout, reigniting their bond.

– Together, they pitch a semi-autobiographical web series based on *“Flop Heroes”*, with Arjun as the lead and Meera as creative producer. The series becomes a sleeper hit, earning Arjun critical acclaim and Meera respect as a storyteller.

**Climax:**

– At Arjun’s first award win, he dedicates it to Meera, calling her his “soulmate in art.” The film ends with them filming a scene for their next project, laughing between takes.

**Post-Credits Scene:**

– A meta montage of real-life bloopers from Pradeep and Mamitha during the movie’s shoot, breaking the fourth wall with a grin.

**Themes:**

– Friendship over fame.

– Authenticity in a superficial industry.

– Redefining success on your own terms.

**Unique Twists:**

– The YouTube channel subplot mirrors their real-life journey, blending humor with social commentary.

– Meera’s star-making role critiques sexism in cinema (e.g., her character isn’t romanticized but portrayed as intellectually fierce).

**Tagline:** *”In a world of scripts, their greatest role was friendship.”*

This framework balances humor, heart, and industry satire, allowing depth for character arcs and emotional moments. Develop supporting characters (e.g., a witty auto-driver friend, a cynical casting director) to enrich the narrative.

Deepseek just suggested a plotline for a tamil film with the word Nadigargal

Ordinary but at the same time also extraordinary as to the potential

Alpha4367

Submitted into Contest #280 in response to: Center your story around a character who overhears others talking about them.… view prompt

Ashley Brandt

“Doctor Correon, I think that’s enough.””Not quite, Alexander. I want to see how much she can handle.”I could hear them talking about me. Their voices echoed in the dark void where I existed; I could feel the intense burn of the radiation, searing the outermost layers of my skin. It hurt, but I couldn’t tell them so. Even if I could, I doubted it would have mattered.”Very good!” the Doctor exclaimed.Alexander, his intern, was silent. I knew he was nearby- I could smell his cologne; a woodsy scent with a hint of citrus. The scent was comforting. Sometimes when the pain became intolerable, I focused on that smell. I tried imagining what Alexander might look like. Perhaps he was tall with golden skin and piercing green eyes. His hair was dark, I thought. He was from somewhere in Europe, I guessed- his accent was lovely. He was intelligent, like the Doctor, but not without sympathy. To him, I was still human.I pictured Doctor Correon as an older man with grey, thinning hair and pale skin. His eyes were blue- but not the blue of the innocent. They were blue like ice, cold and unforgiving. They were the blue of a predator stalking its prey.The burning lessened and then ceased and my skin tingled as it repaired itself. I could hear buttons being pushed and the machine whirring as it shut down, and I allowed myself to relax. I’d lain here for so long- I wasn’t sure how much time had passed- but every day was similar to the one preceding it.My eyes were sealed shut with some kind of goo. It was cold and tingled when reapplied, and it lasted for days. My body was useless to me. I couldn’t move so much as a finger, let alone an entire extremity. I could feel the IV catheter in my right arm and the cold fluids that ran through the tubing and into my vasculature. I suspected it was some kind of isotonic fluid mixed with a strong paralytic. Every so often they would inject a new medication into the IV port to calm me down, but when it wore off, my heart began to race, and I felt like I was being buried alive.I couldn’t remember my life before this. I’d overheard enough to know that I was undergoing some kind of an experiment- genetic splicing, according to Doctor Correon. The project was secret- Alexander had mentioned a rigorous vetting process- and it had something to do with the Department of Defense.The Doctor referred to me by my clinical research number, or CRN. To him, I was candidate number Alpha4367. Alexander was the only person who called me by my name: Ruthie.When he used my name, it sparked memories or vague impressions of them, like the smell of coconut and seawater and the feel of sunshine on my skin; pleasant things that alluded to a life far away from here.I felt the soft touch fingertips drifting across my left arm. The hand settled at my wrist and rested there. I imagined the hand belonged to Alexander; the skin was war and soft, like his voice. The Doctor only touched me to check my vitals or perform some other clinical treatment. His skin was cold and dry; his fingers were calloused, like his voice. I knew Doctor Correon was an evil man with a brilliant mind- those were the worst kinds.”Alexander get me the other vial, if you please. The one labeled ‘Tardigrade: R. V.'”I listened to the sound of retreating footsteps and the clicking of a nearby keyboard. My limbs felt heavy. I tried moving them with no success. If only I could find a way to stop them from infusing me with paralytics! If I could regain my functions, I could escape this place. The lab was cold, and the instruments used were painful. I could feel the heat and the extreme cold as they were applied to me. I felt the scoring of flesh as the Doctor dragged sharp instruments across my sensitive skin. They’d starved me and submerged me in some kind of a water tank- all to prove that I could withstand it.The object of their research, I’d learned, was resilience. They were developing a race of humans with the ability to withstand extreme conditions, like the tardigrade, a tiny organism found in most commonly in moist environments; but identified in other zones, such as mountains and tropical climates.”The tardigrade is a unique creature,” the Doctor told his intern. “They measure less than a half an inch- nearly microscopic-but they are capable of withstanding conditions that would kill any other living organism. They can suspend their metabolisms, you see,” he’d say. “They can survive decades without nutrition. Imagine, son, if we created soldiers this impervious. Warriors that could traverse any topography in any climate, without the need of food or water to sustain them; Men and women that could withstand warfare. A nation with forces like these would be the most powerful in the world.”

Alexander had kept silent while the Doctor rambled on about the scientific ramifications of what he was doing. He fancied himself a man of superior intellect and value, and absolutely necessary to national security.

“We are on the verge, Alex,” he’d say at the end of every working day. “I can feel it.”

But when the Doctor excused himself, leaving his intern to clean up the lab, Alex would creep over to where I lay and hold my hand, as if he knew I could hear them.

“I wonder… can you feel it?” he’d asked me. I would have given anything to nod. Yes, I could feel it. I could feel the weight of my limbs and the way my lungs burned when I was deprived of oxygen. I felt the way my skin burned and froze when heat or ice were applied. I knew when they stuck me in the pressure chamber, and my eyes began to bulge, and my head hurt from the compressive forces acting on my body. It felt like dying, only without the sweet release from suffering. Then they’d inject something into my IV and I’d drift off to sleep, only to awaken later to another bout of pain.

Yes, I feel it, Alex. I feel it all.

The Tragedy of the Train Ghost | Who was he, really? | Ghost (1990)

Which country has the most influence on the Philippines government’s position on the South China Sea conflict with China?

In his last visit to the Asia-Pacific region before leaving office, US Secretary of State Blinken selectively skipped the Philippines.

This move not only reveals the subtle changes in the US attitude towards the Philippines, but also foreshadows the isolation and dilemma of the Philippines on the international stage.

As the two traditional allies of the United States in the Asia-Pacific region, South Korea and Japan have been visited by Blinken, but the Philippines was unexpectedly excluded.

This decision not only surprised and disappointed the Philippine government, but also made the outside world begin to re-examine the position of the Philippines in the US Asia-Pacific strategy.

Perhaps this is one of the reasons why the South China Sea has been unusually calm recently.

The US’s neglect of the Philippines may mean the US’s strategic adjustment on the South China Sea issue and a reassessment of the role of the Philippines.

The Philippine government has not changed, but why did the Biden administration choose to ignore this former ally?

Analysts believe that the Philippines’ “one-time” ally role in the US Asia-Pacific strategy may be the main reason for its neglect.

As a pawn used by the Biden administration to deal with China on the South China Sea issue, the Philippines was once valued and supported by the United States.

However, with the Biden administration about to step down, the South China Sea strategy has lost its original meaning for them.

In this context, the Philippines being left out has become an inevitable result.

It is worth noting that the United States’ military hegemony in Southeast Asia is also gradually collapsing.

In recent years, China’s influence in Southeast Asia has continued to rise, and China has demonstrated its strong strength in the economic, diplomatic and military fields.

Correspondingly, the United States’ military influence in Southeast Asia is facing unprecedented challenges.

Recently, the US Navy’s aircraft carrier battle group entered the South China Sea and visited Malaysia, but at the same time, China’s two large ship formations were also active in the South China Sea and visited Indonesia and Vietnam at the same time.

This comparison undoubtedly reveals the decline of the United States’ military influence in Southeast Asia.

In this context, it is obviously not in the national interest of the United States to let the United States engage in military confrontation with China in the South China Sea in order to support the Philippines.

Therefore, it is not surprising that the United States chose to ignore the Philippines at a sensitive moment.

The experience of the Philippines provides us with a profound lesson: on the international stage, any country should maintain an independent position and foreign policy, and not become a victim or pawn of the game of great powers.

Gulab Jamun

This Indian dessert is divine! I have been known to eat dessert first at Indian buffets because I do not want to run out of room for this delicious treat.

Ingredients

Jamuns

1 cup instant nonfat dry milk
1/4 cup all-purpose flour
2 pinches baking soda
3 tablespoons melted ghee
3 to 4 tablespoons milk

Syrup

1 cup light brown sugar
3 cups water
7 cardamom pods
2 cups oil
1 1/2 teaspoons rose water or 1 teaspoon vanilla essence

Instructions

Jamuns

In a large bowl, mix dry milk powder, flour, baking soda and ghee; using both hands, rub the mixture.
Add the milk to the ingredients. Knead for another 5 minutes.
Roll dough into small balls.

Syrup

Boil the brown sugar and 3 cups water in a pot for half an hour over low medium temperature.
Add 2 cups oil to a small pot and fry the small balls until they are brown.
After all balls are fried, reheat the sugar water.
Add cardamom seed. As soon as it begins to boil, add the balls and simmer for 15 minutes.
When the balls absorb the syrup, turn off the heat. Remove the balls with slotted spoon.
Stir the rose water or vanilla essence into the syrup and pour the mixture over the balls.
Serve hot or cold.

Sir Whiskerton and the Case of the Picasso Turtle: A Tale of Art, Misadventure, and Shell-shocked Hens

Ah, dear reader, prepare yourself for a tale of art, mistaken identity, and one very slow but incredibly famous turtle. Today’s story is one of high culture, low comedy, and a rescue mission that required the combined efforts of some of the farm’s most unlikely heroes. So, grab your beret and your sense of humor, as we dive into Sir Whiskerton and the Case of the Picasso Turtle: A Tale of Art, Misadventure, and Shell-shocked Hens.

The Arrival of Slow Bob

It all began on a sunny afternoon when a peculiar figure emerged from the pond near the Disneyland of Debris. It was a turtle—a rather slow-moving, unassuming turtle with a shell that was anything but ordinary. Painted on his back was a swirling, abstract masterpiece, complete with the inscription: “Picasso, nine years old.”

The hens were the first to notice him. Doris, Harriet, and Lillian were pecking around the pond when they spotted the turtle basking in the sun.

“What is that?” Doris squawked, her feathers puffing up in awe.

“That?” Harriet echoed, tilting her head.

“Head!” Lillian added, fainting dramatically onto a patch of grass.

The turtle, who introduced himself as Slow Bob, explained his storied past. “Ah, yes,” he said in a slow, deliberate drawl. “This masterpiece on my shell was painted by none other than Pablo Picasso himself. He was just a lad of nine at the time, but even then, his genius was undeniable.”

The hens were mesmerized. “It’s… it’s sublime!” Doris declared, her eyes wide with wonder.

“Sublime!” Harriet clucked.

“Clucked!” Lillian added, still on the ground.

The geese, never ones to be outdone, soon joined the admiration society. Gertrude, the leader of the geese, honked in approval. “It’s a true work of art. A masterpiece! A… a… geese-piece!”

“Geese-piece!” her flock echoed.

The Farmer’s Folly

Unfortunately, not everyone on the farm appreciated Slow Bob’s artistic pedigree. The farmer, ever the practical man, mistook the turtle for a painted stone. “Huh,” the farmer muttered, scratching his head. “That’s a funny-lookin’ rock. Must’ve fallen off one of the sculptures in the junkyard.”

Before anyone could stop him, the farmer picked up Slow Bob and carried him off to the barn, intending to use him as a doorstop.

“Help!” Slow Bob called out, his voice slow but panicked. “I’m not a rock! I’m a turtle! A famous turtle!”

But the farmer, oblivious to the turtle’s pleas, set him down by the barn door and went about his business.

The Rescue Mission

When the hens and geese realized what had happened, they raised the alarm. “Sir Whiskerton!” Doris squawked, flapping her wings in distress. “Slow Bob has been kidnapped!”

“Kidnapped!” Harriet echoed.

“Echoed!” Lillian added, fainting again.

I sprang into action, rallying the farm’s most capable (and least likely) heroes: Big Red the dog, Rufus the radioactive doggie, Porkchop the pig, and Bessie the tie-dye cow. Together, we formed the Rescue Brigade for the Preservation of Artistic Turtles (or R.B.P.A.T. for short).

“Alright, team,” I said, flicking my tail. “Our mission is clear: we must rescue Slow Bob from the farmer’s clutches. But we must do so quietly. No barking, no oinking, and definitely no mooing.”

“Mooing?” Bessie said, her love beads jingling. “But mooing is my thing.”

“Not this time, Bessie,” I said firmly. “This is a stealth mission.”

The Great Escape

The rescue mission was… well, let’s just say it was a comedy of errors. Big Red, despite his best efforts, couldn’t resist wagging his tail, which knocked over a bucket and alerted the farmer. Rufus, glowing faintly in the dark, accidentally lit up the barn like a neon sign. Porkchop, ever the foodie, got distracted by a pile of corn and started munching loudly. And Bessie? Well, Bessie tried to meditate the farmer into letting Slow Bob go, but her “peace and love” vibes only confused him.

“What in tarnation is goin’ on here?” the farmer muttered, scratching his head.

Seeing that stealth was no longer an option, I decided to take matters into my own paws. I leapt onto the farmer’s shoulder and let out a dramatic meow. “Farmer!” I said, flicking my tail. “That is not a rock. That is a turtle. A famous turtle. And you, sir, are committing a crime against art!”

The farmer, startled by my sudden appearance (and my unusually eloquent meowing), dropped Slow Bob. The turtle landed safely on a pile of hay, his Picasso-adorned shell glinting in the sunlight.

“Oh, thank you, Sir Whiskerton,” Slow Bob said, his voice slow but sincere. “You’ve saved me from a life of doorstop drudgery.”

The Moral of the Story

As the farmer scratched his head and wandered off, muttering about “weird animals,” the animals gathered around Slow Bob to celebrate his rescue.

The moral of the story, dear reader, is this: Art is everywhere, even in the most unexpected places. And while it’s easy to overlook the beauty in the world, it’s important to take the time to appreciate it—whether it’s a Picasso on a turtle’s shell or the simple joy of a sunny day on the farm.

A Happy Ending

With Slow Bob safely returned to the pond, the farm returned to its usual state of peaceful chaos. The hens and geese continued to admire his shell, declaring it the “eighth wonder of the barnyard.” The farmer, still confused but unharmed, went back to his chores. And the members of the R.B.P.A.T. basked in the glory of their heroic deeds.

As for me, I returned to my favorite sunbeam on the barn roof, content in the knowledge that I had once again saved the day. Slow Bob’s art was safe, the farm was at peace, and all was right in the world.

And so, dear reader, we leave our heroes with the promise of new adventures, new mysteries, and hopefully, no more kidnapped turtles. Until next time, may your days be filled with laughter, love, and just a little bit of feline genius.

The End.

This DeepSeek demo shows how good the Chinese AI model is at math and reasoning

DeepSeek’s AI models rival top Silicon Valley offerings, excelling in some complex tasks.
The models use inference-time compute, breaking queries into smaller, manageable tasks.
DeepSeek’s DeepThink mode shows its thought process, solving challenging math problems.

Chinese AI lab DeepSeek recently released AI models that match or exceed some of Silicon Valley’s top offerings.

DeepSeek uses an approach called test-time or inference-time compute, which slices queries into smaller tasks, turning each into a new prompt that the model tackles. Each step requires running a new request, which is known as the inference stage in AI.

Business Insider recently tested one of DeepSeek’s models using its DeepThink mode, which shows users every step of its thought process.

We gave the model a multistep math problem that was suggested by Charlie Snell, an AI researcher at UC Berkeley.

Snell said DeepSeek performs well on complex math problems that must be solved by thinking for longer and in stages. The researcher picked problems from the American Invitational Mathematics Examination, a challenging test for high school math whizzes.

“I put questions from that into the DeepSeek model,” Snell told BI in an interview. “I read through the chain of thought. It was understandable.”

A DeepSeek demo

Here’s the math problem Snell suggested for BI’s DeepSeek demo: “Find a sequence of +, -, /, * which can be applied to the numbers 7, 3, 11, 5 to get to 24, where each of the given numbers is used exactly once.”

BI put that prompt into DeepSeek’s chat window on its website. The model responded initially by laying out the challenge ahead.

“Alright, so I’ve got this problem here: I need to use the numbers 7, 3, 11, and 5, and combine them with the operations of addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division, using each number exactly once, to get to 24,” it replied. “At first glance, this seems a bit tricky, but I think with some systematic thinking, I can figure it out.”

It then proceeded through multiple steps over roughly 16 pages of discussion that included mathematical calculations and equations. The model sometimes got it wrong, but it spotted this and didn’t give up. Instead, it swiftly moved on to try another possible solution, then another.

“Almost got close there with 33 / 7 * 5 ≈ 23.57, but not quite 24. Maybe I need to try a different approach,” it wrote at one point.

Later on, the DeepSeek model seemed to catch itself repeating a potential solution.

“Wait, I already did that one,” the model wrote. “Okay, maybe I need to consider using division in a different way.”

After a few minutes, it found the correct answer.

“You can see it try different ideas and backtrack,” Snell said. He highlighted this part of DeepSeek’s chain of thought as particularly noteworthy:

"This is getting really time-consuming. Maybe I need to consider a different strategy," the AI model wrote. "Instead of combining two numbers at a time, perhaps I should look for a way to group them differently or use operations in a nested manner."

Bingo!

Rubio: “It’s not normal for the world to have a unipolar power.”

President Joe Biden showed a lunatic believe of being ‘the leader of world’. He cherished the extension of the ‘unilateral moment’ when the U.S., after the breakdown of the Soviet Union, could act globally without restrictions and without fear of consequences.

There is some dread abroad that President Donald Trump, with his boarish demanding style of negotiation, would also follow that view.

But Trump’s choice as Secretary of State, former Senator Marco Rubio, is offering a different perspective. In an extensive interview with Megyn Kelly, Rubio is doing away with the unilateral moment and starts to endorse multipolarity.

He is asked for his big picture overview:

QUESTION: It’s such a tricky time to be Secretary of State, especially as a Republican, because you look at the Republican Party and it’s fractured internally about where we should be on foreign policy. […] So how – just give me the 30,000-foot-level view of how you’re going to navigate that fracture.

Rubio seems to have thought quite a bit about this. Foreign policy as practiced over the last years, he says, has lost its focus:

I think the mission of American foreign policy – and this may sound sort of obvious, but I think it’s been lost. The interest of American foreign policy is to further the national interest of the United States of America, right? [..][A]nd that’s the way the world has always worked. The way the world has always worked is that the Chinese will do what’s in the best interests of China, the Russians will do what’s in the best interest of Russia, the Chileans are going to do what’s in the best interest of Chile, and the United States needs to do what’s in the best interest of the United States. Where our interests align, that’s where you have partnerships and alliances; where our differences are not aligned, that is where the job of diplomacy is to prevent conflict while still furthering our national interests and understanding they’re going to further theirs. And that’s been lost.

To recognize that the other side is pursuing its own (at least subjectively legitimate) interests is indeed what had been lost at the basis of U.S. diplomacy.

Rubio expands on that:

And I think that was lost at the end of the Cold War, because we were the only power in the world, and so we assumed this responsibility of sort of becoming the global government in many cases, trying to solve every problem. And there are terrible things happening in the world. There are. And then there are things that are terrible that impact our national interest directly, and we need to prioritize those again. So it’s not normal for the world to simply have a unipolar power. That was not – that was an anomaly. It was a product of the end of the Cold War, but eventually you were going to reach back to a point where you had a multipolar world, multi-great powers in different parts of the planet. We face that now with China and to some extent Russia, and then you have rogue states like Iran and North Korea you have to deal with.

That is a great (if very late) insight from a U.S. secretary for foreign policy.

The Biden administration had overextended the unilateral moment by underestimating Russia. It had launched the proxy-war in Ukraine because it had thought that Russia was weak. It limited technical exports to China because it thought that would hinder its development. It was so blind that it came to believe that it was successful in this.

In an exit interview with the Financial Times Biden’s national security advisor Jake Sullivan is still making those claims (archived):

“Our alliances are stronger than they’ve been in a very long time. Our competitors and adversaries are weaker too in ways that have defied expectations, certainly with China. And we’ve produced that very strong American hand without getting entangled in war overseas,” [Sullivan] argues.

People with clear eyes have a different view. Since the U.S. started its proxy-war in Ukraine, which that country is losing, Russia has nearly tripled its forces. The former British commodore Steve Jermy asserts that NATO would lose in a conflict with it:

In summary, NATO is positioning itself as Europe’s defender, yet lacks the industrial capacity to sustain peer-to-peer warfighting, is wholly dependent on U.S. forces for the remotest chance of success, is unable satisfactorily to defend its sea lines of communication against Russian submarine, or its training and industrial infrastructure against strategic ballistic bombardment, is comprised of a diverse mix of un-bloodied conventional forces, and lacks the capacity to think and act strategically.An easy NATO victory cannot be assumed, and I am afraid that the opposite looks far more likely to me.

Sullivan’s ‘success’ in limiting China’s progress has also defeated itself (archived):

China policy, [Sullivan] adds, was another achievement. “America is in a demonstrably better position in the long-term competition with China than we were, and yet we did it while stabilising the relationship and finding areas to work together.”He says the US and China are in a “decisive decade” that will determine which comes out ahead in key areas such as artificial intelligence and the transition to a clean energy economy. “Four out of those 10 years in the decisive decade . . . [have] turned in America’s favour in a really significant way,” says Sullivan, adding that the export controls the US imposed on high-end chips and manufacturing equipment have had a “demonstrable impact”.

They indeed had a demonstrable impact. Lacking access to U.S. made tools China set out to make its own, better ones:

Days after our lunch, a Chinese company called DeepSeek stunned Silicon Valley by unveiling an AI model that appears to rival US models. After the news broke, I emailed Sullivan to get his reaction. He says it shows that the US needs to “stay on our game” but he is “still confident in the American lead” in AI. He stresses that it “only reinforces” his view on the importance of export controls.

China has in fact blown up the U.S. idea of having expensive to use, privately owned AI models closed off from public scrutiny. It open-sourced its own better models which can now be used for mere pennies. There is no longer an ‘American lead’ in this field.

Rubio seems to have understood that unilateral behavior has failed and that a multilateral world requires to pragmatically compromise:

So now more than ever we need to remember that foreign policy should always be about furthering the national interest of the United States and doing so, to the extent possible, avoiding war and armed conflict, which we have seen two times in the last century be very costly.
…
[N]ow you can have a framework by which you analyze not just diplomacy but foreign aid and who we would line up with and the return of pragmatism. And that’s not an abandonment of our principles. I’m not a fan or a giddy supporter of some horrifying human rights violator somewhere in the world. By the same token, diplomacy has always required us and foreign policy has always required us to work in the national interest, sometimes in cooperation with people who we wouldn’t invite over for dinner or people who we wouldn’t necessarily ever want to be led by. And so that’s a balance, but it’s the sort of pragmatic and mature balance we have to have in foreign policy.

There are many foreign policy points in Rubio’s long interview I wholeheartedly disagree with.

But I am delighted to see that he gets the basic principal right: the U.S. has interests; so do others(!); surviving requires compromise.

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Did any of the Nationalist army defect to the Communist Party of China (CCP)?

Most CCP leaders and generals were members of the Nationalist party, teachers, instructors and cadets of the Nationalist military academy, most of the communist solders surrendered or captured Nationalist soldiers, numbered in the millions. They were classmates and revolutionaries or friends in the early years. Chairman Mao was a lecturer, premier Zhao was a teacher at the nationalist military academy.

Similarly American civil war generals and officers in the Union and Confederate South were classmates, friends or Masonic brothers.

Can Canada shorten the supply chains with other partners now that the US raised 25% taxes on their commercial relations? How and with whom?

This world has turned multipolar. Not all options are mutually exclusive, if the leaders can play the game cool and wisely. That being said, Canada has been pretty stupid up to this point, IMHO. The US is back to the wall in all battle fronts against China. Trade deficit wrt China keeps rising, more through Canada and Mexico. The new tariffs on Canada and Mexico are simply part of Trump’s grand strategy to plug the loopholes. US government desperately needs to raise income and tariff is one source. Putting two and two together, Trump’s plan is very clear. Canada and Mexico have choices. And never forget China owns the largest consumer market in the world with unlimited potential. We’ll see.

“It may be dangerous to be America’s enemy, but to be America’s friend is fatal.” This is perfectly attested by the unfolding scenario. The EU is in the same situation. Trump is a rude awakening to its naive allies and a death knell for the demise of the proverbial liberal hegemony. After Trump’s 4 year ravaging, the US will be done.

Why has Trump started a trade war?

Trump is leading The Great American Retreat to Fortress America.

He knows that the US can no longer lead in all fields like before, and he understands that outsourcing manufacturing to China was a HUGE mistake.

But he cannot reveal to the American people he is leading The Great American Retreat because most Americans would not accept the idea. So, as a distraction, he is introducing tariffs on Canada, Mexico and China so that Americans are not aware of what is REALLY happening. And that is, the US can only dominate a much smaller part of the world than previously.

His goal is to create a US which trades with much fewer nations, and is largely self-sufficient in food and technology. Eventually, he will have to cut off all trade between China and the G7 countries because he understands that US companies cannot compete with Chinese manufacturers on cost and quality, and the US$ will not be used as much in international trade.

This means PROTECTIONISM until the US can become competitive again, which will take 50–100 years.

What is something that you swear happened but you have no proof and nobody believes you?

This is going to sound like an urban legend, but I swear this happened..

When I was in Germany in the Army I had to work as a gate guard for a couple of months.. Stand out in the cold, the rain, the snow, or whatever checking ID’s of people coming on to the post – and that was it. Pretty boring. Weekends always livened up some as drunk GI’s came back from nights out downtown, etc.. But one night this drunk German woman came stumbling up, and just started making random chit chat about nothing. Then somehow the conversation turned to Elvis Pressley. And to be honest I can’t remember how that happened, but sure enough we talked about Elvis for some reason… maybe she asked me if I liked his music – whatever. But everybody knows Elvis was stationed in Germany when he was in the Army, and there was even a mess hall named after him on the little Kaserne (base) where he served.

But during the discussion she told me “He’s my father.”

And thinking it was just random drunk talk I laughed and said I didn’t’ believe her.

“No, he really is! Look, I’ll show you!”

And she reached into her purse, pulled out an old black and white photo of a young Elvis in uniform with a young girl who was NOT Priscilla Pressley and said “That’s my mother.”

I thought about it and the math seemed to add up.. Elvis served in the late 50’s, this was around 1987–1988-ish, and this woman looked to be around 30 or so.

And you know, I kinda believed her then.

I’ve thought about that a lot over the years, and if she’s still around I really hope she’s gotten a DNA test lol.

The US & its allies have attacked Huawei for almost 6 years, which made Huawei more independent & stronger globally. Now the whole US has cyber attacked DeepSeek, which made DeepSeek more popular & solid. It is top AI app for 140 countries. Why?

DeepSeek has wide overseas subscribers, including from the US. US has shown great antagonism, like witch-hunt, accusations, and bans government organs to use it. Outsiders generally consider them extreme. Subscriptions have risen.

I have no idea if it is the top AI app in 140 countries. What would be true is that US antagonism adds fuel to the immense publicity, gives free advertisement to DeepSeek.

This is reminiscent of Huawei. But the consequences are much bigger and deeper.

The consequence for Huawei is that it has emerged stronger from the sanctions – breaks through to high-end chips, establishes its own supply chain, and its own operating system. It is untouchable by the US. This took about 5 years. Therefore the effects of the consequence are dissipated.

The consequence of DeepSeek is immediate and startling. Nasdaq’s market value lost $1 trillion in a single day. The fate of the $500 billion AI fund could be in the twilight zone. This was aimed to make US the unassailable AI leader, impregnable to challenge from China.

DeepSeek has also much higher profile, and the publicity is immense. Evidently a massive number have been attracted to cause the system to suspend for a spell.

DeepSeek is an inflammation. Huawei was only a flame.

An interesting point is that Huawei is now thick in AI chips. Its 910C competes with Nvidia’s H100, and the upcoming 920C will take on Nvidia’s flagship B200. However, the volume of output is limited, constraint by machinery and capacity, and low efficiency of production.

Bottom line is that US hope of high returns from the billions of dollars of AI investments has evaporated. The aim to achieve dominance through spending big money is in the air. AI is more than big money and higher and higher computational power.

DeepSeek proves efficiency and innovations are as powerful. Computer scientists has found means to innovate the algorithm to boost the performance of GPUs than to spend billions on new hardware.

Open-source has taken over the US closed system. This is irreversible. Wall Street will not forget. If the US continues to push its closed system, it could be the odd man out. Costs would be high, and US users would find means to migrate to the open system.

At the country level, China has many companies in the AI game. Such as, Alibaba which recently rolled out its latest version of Qwen 2.5 model, Kimi, whose k1.5 model beats GPT-4 in math, coding, and vision, Tencent, whose Hunyuan model is comparable to Meta’s LLama, Baidu, and ByteDance, owner of TikTok.

China has also the advantages of massive data and multiple more STEM graduates than the US. In the 10 years of 2012 to 2022, it had been granted almost 3 times more AI patents than the US, cumulatively 61% versus 21% to the US (The AI Index 2024 Annual Report).

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Oh those tiny things that find their way into “Junk Drawers” and work desks

Every desk that I owned had a main drawer filled with the bits and pieces of life that I pick up over the months. Typically I would have paperclips, rubber bands, screws. A washer. Some misc plastic thing-a-jigs, and perhaps a marble or ball bearing.

Back when I lived in the states, a bullet or spent cartridge or two would appear in the drawer as well. All of this would be alongside the pencils, pens, rulers, and tiny articles that would simply migrate there.

Today is an ode to our junk-collecting desk drawers.

Today…

Tom Hanks

"I saw Tom Hanks at Best Buy! He was in line right in front of me with a full cart, all by himself. 

I was just picking up a bottle of water since they didn’t have what I needed. Out of nowhere, I blurted out, “Forest Gump is my favorite movie,” sounding a bit creepy. 

He turned around and said, “That was my favorite movie to make! I’m glad you love it.” 

We chatted about movies while we waited in line. 

When it was his turn to check out, he said, “Oh, let me get that water for you,” and paid for it. 

He kept the conversation going, and as we walked out, he said, “Nice talking to you! You’re a very nice young lady, and always remember... life is like a box of chocolates... you never know what you’re gonna get,” in his Forest Gump voice. 

It was the best experience ever!"

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Halo-Halo with Coconut Milk
(Ginataang Halo-Halo)

Halo-halo literally means a mixture; in this case a mixture of fruit.

Ingredients

4 cups water
1 1/2 cups coconut milk
1/2 cup granulated sugar
1 cup diced sweet potatoes
1 cup diced plantains
3 tablespoons water
1 cup sweet rice powder
1/4 cup tapioca (quick-cooking type)
1 cup jackfruit, cut into strips

Instructions

In a medium pot, bring the water and coconut milk to a boil.
Add 1/4 cup sugar and simmer.
Add sweet potatoes and plantains and simmer until half done.
Add 3 tablespoons water to sweet rice powder.
Take a little of the mixture at a time and form into balls the size of hazelnuts.
Drop balls into the simmering mixture.
Add cooked tapioca, 1/4 cup sugar and jackfruit. Stir and cook for 5 minutes.
Serve hot or cold.

THAT’S WHAT THE BLIND SEE IN THE NDE! It Turns Out That After Death, A Person Becomes…

Justice Rises, Heaven Falls

Submitted into Contest #280 in response to: Write a story that solely consists of dialogue. (No dialogue tags, actions, or descriptions. Just pure dialogue!)… view prompt

David Walkins

“No funny business, mate. Put your hands up, and walk away from the control panel.”

“You finally made it, Jonathan. I was beginning to wonder if you’d even show up at all.”

“So you’ve heard of me, huh? Jonathan’s a little formal, but I’ll allow it- long as you step away from the button. If you know who I am, you oughta know just what I’ll do if you don’t hurry and do as I say.”

“You don’t recognize me, do you? Not even a little.”

“‘Fraid not. And even if I did, it wouldn’t change what I gotta do. You’re the last person stopping me from shutting this whole thing down, and suffice to say I’m extra motivated to get this job done. It ain’t a lot, but I got a few too many people I like on this big blue planet for me to let you kill ‘em all off with a single button.”

“You think I want to kill everyone?”

“Are you telling me this rocket isn’t about to turn 90 percent of the planet braindead?”

“That’s… technically right, but it barely covers half of what the Divine Tuning is meant to do.”

“…You know what? Go ahead; I’ll bite. What exactly is this Divine Tuning you’re so gung-ho about? None of your sub-commanders out there were willing to say a thing about it.”

“The Divine Tuning is a three-step process. We launch this rocket, and it will orbit the planet in two rotations. As it does so, it will broadcast a special message into everyone’s cybernetic ID chips- the ones placed in their heads at birth. It will make digital copies of their brains- every memory, thought, and word- and upload them through the rocket, into satellites, and from there they will be sent to a series of supercomputers spread across the solar system.”

“…Right. Tell me, why shouldn’t I just shoot you now? Cut this whole crazy scheme off at the source, and avoid any chance of it starting up again somewhere else?”

“Firstly, because a failsafe has been embedded into my heart- if it stops, the rocket will launch regardless.”

“Crap.”

“And second… because we have known each other for a long time, even if you don’t realize it yet. And it’d be a shame for our reunion to end as tragically as this.”

“What, are you saying we grew up in the same neighborhood or something?”

“As a matter of fact, I am.”

“Even as a joke, that ain’t funny. News flash to you, douchebag- everyone who knew me more than 15 years ago is dead.”

“Not everyone. Just, hear me out- before I was adopted by the late Reverend O’Farrell, my name was Zachary.”

“Zachary? As in-”

“Zachary Harris, yes. Like the boy who grew up three doors down from you. When we went into the forest together, we saw a dead deer with its leg twisted in four directions.”

“How do you know that? I’ve never told that story to anyone.”

“Because it’s me, Johnny. You got cybernetics and changed your name to Johnny Steel, I was adopted and had my name changed to Zephaniah. Zephaniah O’Farrell.”

“Zachary to Zephaniah… Wait, even before that- you’re Zephaniah O’Farrell? The hidden third sibling? When we asked your sisters, they said they had no idea who was running this thing.”

“Because they were in on it from the start. Aurora works in aerospace, and Angela in biotech- they were the ones who made all this possible. They just wiped their own memories before they went into the investigation.”

“They never even mentioned you!”

“They think I’m a family friend who killed himself out of grief over their father’s murder.”

“His murder- was that the reason you started all this? Because your father was murdered, and you never found out who did it?”

“You’re not seeing the big picture, Johnny. I grew up with you- I was there, on that day, in the middle of the fire. Remember?”

“The last time I saw you, you were running into your burning house. And then it collapsed.”

“Exactly. I survived, but my windpipe was almost completely crushed. I could hear you pleading to the man who organized the fire. I could do nothing but listen to your screams, as you were tossed into a burning building because someone with power couldn’t find it in themselves to care.”

“…”

“By the time I was rescued, I had third degree burns. It took me a year to get enough skin grafts and implants to look human again, but the only person willing to adopt me was an elderly woman with two grandsons that hated her. One of them killed her trying to get extra inheritance money, and the other didn’t even show up to the funeral.”

“The only reason Mr. O’Farrell took me after that was because the hospital director told his wife about me. He eventually warmed up to me, but by that point a crime boss was trying to get in his pockets. He refused, and guess what? They killed him for it.”

“I’ve lost family three times over, Johnny. Not because people wouldn’t do the right thing- because there were people who couldn’t resist doing the wrong thing. Repentance is well and good, but you know what’s better? Never doing the crime in the first place!”

“And that’s how you came up with this?”

“That’s how we came up with this: Me, Aurora, and Angela. This was all three of us, working together for a decade, using everything we could find and talking to everyone we could. And now, our goal is finally going to come true.”

“…Zach, you used to be a pretty cool kid. You know that?”

“And you used to have all your limbs. We both know how cruel life can be.”

“Well jeez, yeah, but like. We also know how kind people can be. The scientist who put me back together was a great guy, and so were all the people who took you in, from the sound of it. I’ve seen thousands of people on my bounty hunts the past dozen years. There’s lots of powerful people out there who do awful stuff, but there’s also millions of people who try to do something good every single day. The little guys.”

“For an internationally feared mercenary, that’s sickeningly sweet.”

“Says the guy who grew up to be a literal cult leader! I’m trying to be serious here!”

“It’s not a cult-”

“That’s what every cult leader would say! And unlike most of them, you’re actively trying to destroy the world right now!”

“I’m not trying to destroy the world, I’m trying to fix it! Did you not hear what I was saying about the Divine Tuning?! All your arguments are just proving my point.”

“Then let me ask you this- what’s gonna happen to all the bodies left on Earth when their brains stop working? Some of them are outside fighting each other right now. Some of them are driving to or from work, some of them are riding in planes. Some of them are hiking, climbing, or swimming- they gonna fall or drown?”

“One of the settings in the Divine Tuning program is to wait until a moment where the person seems to be safe before uploading their brains into the system.”

“And if it seems like they’re safe but they really aren’t?”

“…You’re cherry-picking.”

“It’s a real situation that actually would’ve happened if you hit that button! There’s no program in the world that works perfectly every single time! Especially on the first try!”

“But it’s not our first try! We did multiple test runs with several small groups- all of them completely willing. It worked fine, and people returned to their bodies completely safe once the test was done!”

“Sounds like you’re ignoring the issue- wait. What’s that sound?”

“I do believe that’s the rocket, preparing to begin the Divine Tuning.”

“What?! But you- you were just stalling for time, weren’t you?”

“If it makes you feel better, everything I told you was the truth. It’s just that Aurora and Angela both have their own backdoors to the rocket launch. Even if I didn’t do it, one of them would.”

“There’s gotta be something I can do… Dang it!”

“I think that’s checkmate. It was good to see you again, Jonathan- we can talk more once the Divine Tuning is complete. In fact, I daresay we’ll have all the time in the world.”

“You know… I think you’re right. I think we will have all the time in the world.”

“My sisters are calling me… what did you do, Johnny?”

“I figured it out. I can’t stop the rocket, and I can’t stop the machine. But I can change the coordinates, and this thing is only built to fire once.”

“You localized the beam?!”

“Yep- right in this building. The only people who are gonna get ‘Tuned’ are you and me, Zach. I’m gonna learn all about you, and you’re gonna learn all about me- and that’s all it’ll ever be.”

“…I hate you, Johnathan.”

“That’s okay, Zach. We’ve got all the time in the world to talk it out.”

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How would China’s invasion of Taiwan likely unfold in its first 48 hours?

Saturday

03:00 AM

Communications in Taiwan get cut. Communication with Taiwan and mobile services get jammed within Taiwan. Massive Cyber attacks on electricity infrastructure and major blackouts

04:30 AM

TBS and Hakka TV broadcasting feed cut off. Internet services cut off from Taiwan.

06:00 AM

Senior Taiwanese Army General reported missing. The American Institute in Taiwan surrounded by Taiwanese Army but not harmed.

06:45 AM

Lai Ching Te, President of Taiwan reported missing. Senior Members of the Government reported missing.

07:12 AM

Missile Strikes on Taipei Airport. Four Missiles hit Taipei Airport destroying the Runways and Parallel Emergency Runways and the Control Tower

No Casualties

07:41 AM

Xi Jinping addresses the mainland and informs them that due to security reasons, China has declared war against the DPP

China declares the DPP as separatists in violation of the one China policy and declares Lai Ching Te as an usurper but assures the Taiwanese people that his war is not against Taiwan but against Lai Ching Te and the DPP

08:51 AM

Mainland China declare a No Fly Zone near Taiwan and shoot down 3 Mirage 2000 aircraft killing 2 pilots while one ejects away

China declares the Taiwanese straits closed for 72 hours initially while the exercise against the DPP is carried out

09:43 AM / 4:43 AM Moscow

President Putin extends support to Xi Jinping and China making it clear that principles of international law must be upheld but Mainland China is within its rights to declare war on the DPP and Taiwanese separatists

11:27 AM / 9:27 PM Washington DC

President Trump addresses the People and warns China not to invade Taiwan but acknowledges the one China principal and says the US will retaliate if China invades Taiwan with a land army. Trump says the DPP and Mainland China and KMT can sort out any other disputes without US involvement

2:50 PM /3:50 AM Washington DC

Taiwanese Senior most general on the scene holds an address and reasserts STATUS QUO with the mainland and confirms NO INTENTIONS OF SEPARATISM

Han Kuo Yu – President of the Legislative Yuan summons a full session of the Yuan to move a motion to confirm Status Quo for Taiwan and no resolution of Independence

9:42 PM / 10:42 AM Washington DC

US Secretary of State Marco Rubio resigns after disagreement with President Trump and declaring the decision of Trump to abandon the DPP as TREASON against the Taiwanese people and recommends Article 25 against Trump

10:45 PM / 11:45 AM Washington DC

Xi Jinping has 50 minute phone call with Donald Trump and the Japanese Prime Minister with the conclusions

Mainland China won’t invade Taiwan
Mainland China will not force reunification
The DPP will be blacklisted from Taiwanese Politics due to separatist Agenda
Fresh Elections for President in Taiwan will take place after three years until which time a Pro Status Quo Taiwanese will be President of Taiwan

Trump addresses the Americans and says there will be NO INVASION of Taiwan and says whatever else is an Internal matter to Taiwan and Mainland China and the US shall not intervene

11:40 PM/00:40 Washington time

Thirty two Pentagon officials threaten to resign unless China backs down within 24 hours and goes back to the democratic position or US declares war on the South China Sea and assist Japan to assist Taiwan

Sunday

12:57 AM

PLA launches missile and drone attacks against Taiwanese Radar and Air Defense and destroys three warehouses with weapons

Taiwanese strike down 50% of the drones but lose their entire air defense and radar

6:53 AM

PLA Senior Generals agree to meet Taiwanese Generals in Okinawa,Japan the following day in the presence of John Bartush, Special Envoy of Donald Trump

7:42 AM

UK, Germany, France and EU condemn China and threaten sanctions if China will invade Ukraine or overthrow democracy in Ukraine

Indian PM Modi urges both sides to work out a peaceful solution

8:55 AM

US Transport Aircraft from Philippines lands in Taoyuan Air Base and takes off after 2 hours. Allegedly Lai Ching Te and Tsai Ing Wen and seven other leaders including the Taiwanese Army Seniormost General fly out from Taiwan to Philippines for their own safety. Their families also fly with them

China doesn’t shoot down the Transportation aircraft in agreement with the US

11:00 AM

The Yuan holds its session with 74 members and votes 69–1 in favor of Status Quo and to not make Taiwanese Independence part of Taiwanese policy for the next 25 years

Banks back to normal, life back to normal in Taiwan by Monday

Leaders of the TPP, KMT agree to the CPC officials in Xiamen the following day

Monday

Xiamen conference

Chinese Premier Li Qiang meets with TPP and KMT leaders of the Yuan and agree to the following principles:-

Taiwan will not, now nor ever declare Independence nor procure missiles with range exceeding 400 Kilometers
China won’t invade Taiwan now nor even unless Taiwan violated the first point
No Official world leader or member of government may visit Taiwan without Mainland Chinas approval
Mainland China wouldn’t interfere in Taiwans economy or internal legislation

Okinawa Conference

Same is confirmed in Okinawa in the presence of Jared Kushner and Glenn Bartush, Trump’s envoys

Straits of Taiwan will open back from Wednesday morning 4:00 AM

Taipei Airport will be reconstructed by a Japanese firm

DPP is blacklisted from Taiwanese Politics for five years and can contest polls only if they remove the words Taiwanese Independence from their manifesto

Status Quo will revert itself and Taiwan will have lost its radar and air defense completely but would gain guarantee of No Chinese invasion

The Mainland would get guarantee of No Separatism from Taiwan

Taiwanese Yuan appoint an Interim President for 3 Years – Han Kuao Yu

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Money bags found in leg of statue in German church

The History Blog

Restorers working at St. Andrew’s Church in Eisleben in the east-central German state of Saxony-Anhalt, discovered four bags of coins from around 1640 in the cavity of the leg of a statue of a kneeling count. They were hidden in the count’s leg during the Thirty Years’ War (1618-1648) when Swedish occupying troops wreaked havoc in the area, forcing the local population to house them, feed them and pay them large amounts of cash.

Conservators found the treasure in 2022. The leather bags contained 816 coins, including an extremely valuable “golden angel,” several gold ducats, gold double ducats and silver thalers, half-thalers and quarter-thalers, plus 800 pennies. This was an enormous amount of money in an era when a miner made 24 pennies (one thaler) a week.

The most valuable gold coins were wrapped in paper and labeled in a way that indicates the money belonged to the church treasury. “However, it is not the bell pouch for the Sunday collection,” [head of the State Coin Cabinet of Saxony-Anhalt Ulf] Dräger said. “Instead, it is the collected income from special services provided by the pastors,” such as weddings, baptisms and funerals. Pastors also collected money from “chair fees,” in which congregants would pay to sit in prominent seats in the church, he added.

Historians know that from 1561, Eisleben had an “Aerarium Pastorale” — a common parish fund that was used as a pension and health fund, as social insurance for pastors, and to promote the training of theologians. “Perhaps we now have this fund before us,” Dräger said. “Historical research will show this.”

Martin Luther was born in Eisleben in 1483 and died there in 1546. He gave his last four sermons from the pulpit in the Church of St. Andrew and his funeral was held there, although his body was taken to Wittenberg for burial by order of the Elector of Saxony. In Luther’s time, Eisleben was the capital of the county of Mansfeld, ruled by the counts of the House of Mansfeld, several of whom converted to Protestantism, splitting from the Catholic Church and the Holy Roman Emperor to follow Martin Luther. Luther acted as intermediary between the Catholic and Protestant Mansfeld Counts, negotiating a unique ceasefire in the roiling conflict of the Reformation: St. Andrew’s held Catholic masses in the mornings and Protestant services in the afternoon. As a matter of fact, Luther was only in town because he was settling another dispute between the Mansfelds. He arrived in January, rapidly took ill and died on February 18th. His body lay in state at St. Andrew’s for four days before it was removed to Wittenberg.

The statue where the money was found was depicts one of the Mansfeld counts, namely Count Johann Albrecht von Mansfeld-Arnstein (1522-1586). It’s a high-relief scene of the count and his wife Countess Magdalena von Mansfeld (1530-1565) kneeling at the foot of the cross. The sculpture marks the tomb of the countess which was installed there in 1574, a decade after her death. Sixty-five years or so later, someone, perhaps a church functionary, cached the pension fund in his leg.

Originally built in the 12th century, the church was undergoing a major reconstruction when Martin Luther was born. Most of the church that stands today — the three-aisled nave, choir and ground floor of the tower — were completed by 1486. The rest of the tower and dome were added to the Late Gothic hall in 1714-23. The wooden pulpit where Luther preached his last sermons is still present and has been a site of pilgrimage since his death.

Canadian took me inside a Chinese Factory… I Didn’t Expect This

Is it true that there are tunnels when people are dead and come back alive saying that the bright light is heaven?

Here’s what I experienced.

As I died my eyes were open. The room everything and everyone in it began to fade away as if in a vapor or mist (for lack of a better description) as this world went out of focus I found myself standing in the presence of God (an actual place) a place of pure light. I will try to explain it all the best way that I can but understand there are very few words that explain this in justice.

I no longer was afflicted with pain; physical, emotional or otherwise. I saw my son and daughter who were murdered 14 years ago at the ages of 8 and 5. They were adults here. Clothed in brilliant light. I knew immediately who they were and stand next to them was Jesus. Again the absolute peace of this is beyond words as nothing on earth can compare.

As I was told it was not yet my time I felt my soul being breathed back into my body as my lungs filled with air.

There was no tunnel, there was no sign only the absolute peaceful Presence of God.

Religion will NOT save you. Only putting your Faith in Jesus will save you

DeepSeek is not just shaking up AI – it’s also shaking up US capitalism

He makes GREAT points. Surprisingly excellent.

Sir Whiskerton and the Great Cart Race Caper

Ah, dear reader, prepare yourself for another uproarious adventure on Sir Whiskerton’s farm, where chaos reigns supreme, and no day is complete without a healthy dose of absurdity. Today’s tale involves a race, a bullfrog with delusions of grandeur, and two dogs who are about to learn that pulling carts is harder than it looks. So, grab your popcorn (or perhaps a bucket of slop, if you’re Porkchop), and let’s dive into The Great Cart Race Caper.

Leonardo’s Grand Plan

It all began on a sunny afternoon when Leonardo the Bullfrog, with his booming voice and even bigger ambitions, decided that the farm needed a little excitement.

“Friends! Farm-mates! Amphibians and mammals alike!” Leonardo croaked, standing on a hay bale like a tiny, green Napoleon. “I have conceived the most spectacular event this farm has ever seen—a cart race! Rufus and Bingo shall compete in a test of speed, strength, and sheer determination!”

The animals gathered around, intrigued. Rufus the Dog, now glowing faintly green from his radioactive mishap, wagged his tail excitedly. “A race? For me? Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!”

Bingo, who had been napping under a tree, lifted his head lazily. “A race? Do I have to move? Can’t we just… nap instead?”

“No naps!” Leonardo declared, puffing out his chest. “This is a race for glory! For honor! For… uh… carrots! Yes, the winner gets a basket of carrots!”

Porkchop the Pig, who had been eavesdropping while lounging in his favorite mud puddle, snorted. “Carrots? What kind of prize is that? Where’s the slop? The corn? The real food?”

Leonardo ignored him. “The rules are simple: Rufus and Bingo will each pull a cart around the farm. The first one to cross the finish line wins! And to make it even more exciting, the chickens and geese will cheer for Rufus, while the ducks will cheer for Bingo!”

The chickens clucked in agreement, while the geese honked their approval. Ferdinand the Duck, ever the drama queen, flapped his wings and declared, “Bingo shall win! For he is the most majestic of dogs, and I, Ferdinand, shall sing his praises!”

“Majestic?” Rufus muttered, looking at Bingo, who was already dozing off again. “He’s a snoring log with legs.”

The Carts of Chaos

The next morning, the farm was abuzz with activity. Leonardo had enlisted Porkchop to help build the carts, which turned out to be a terrible idea. Porkchop’s idea of “engineering” involved tying random pieces of wood together with twine and hoping for the best.

“Behold!” Porkchop announced, presenting the carts. “The finest chariots ever built!”

Sir Whiskerton, who had been observing the chaos from his perch on the barn roof, raised an eyebrow. “Those look like death traps.”

“Nonsense!” Leonardo said, hopping onto Rufus’s cart. “They’re perfect! Now, let the race begin!”

The chickens and geese lined up on one side of the track, clucking and honking their support for Rufus. The ducks, led by Ferdinand, stood on the other side, quacking loudly for Bingo. The rest of the animals gathered around, eager to see how this would play out.

The Race Begins

With a dramatic croak from Leonardo, the race began. Rufus took off like a shot, his cart rattling behind him. Bingo, however, didn’t move. He just stood there, blinking sleepily.

“Bingo! Go!” Ferdinand quacked, flapping his wings. “You’re losing!”

“Losing?” Bingo said, yawning. “Oh, right. The race. Okay, here I go.”

Bingo started trotting slowly, his cart creaking ominously. Meanwhile, Rufus was already halfway around the track, his cart wobbling dangerously as the chickens and geese cheered him on.

“Go, Rufus! Go!” Doris the Hen squawked. “You’re our champion!”

“Champion! Oh, I can’t bear it!” Lillian screeched, fainting into a pile of hay.

But then, disaster struck. Rufus’s cart hit a rock and flipped over, sending him tumbling into a mud puddle. “Oh no!” Rufus yelped, his green glow now covered in brown sludge. “I’m stuck!”

Bingo, still plodding along at a snail’s pace, glanced over. “Huh. That looks like fun.” He veered off the track and jumped into the mud puddle next to Rufus. “Whee!”

The ducks groaned. “Bingo! What are you doing?” Ferdinand quacked. “You’re supposed to be racing!”

“Racing?” Bingo said, rolling in the mud. “This is way better.”

Sir Whiskerton Saves the Day

As the race descended into chaos, Sir Whiskerton decided it was time to intervene. He leapt down from the barn roof and sauntered over to the mud puddle, where Rufus and Bingo were now having a mud-splashing contest.

“Gentlemen,” Sir Whiskerton said, his tail flicking in annoyance. “This is supposed to be a race, not a mud bath.”

“But mud is fun!” Rufus said, wagging his tail.

“Fun!” Bingo echoed, flopping onto his back.

Sir Whiskerton sighed. “Very well. If you won’t finish the race, I’ll have to declare a winner myself.”

He turned to the crowd. “Ladies and gentlemen, due to unforeseen circumstances—namely, the incompetence of our contestants—I declare this race a tie. Both Rufus and Bingo shall receive a basket of carrots.”

The animals cheered, though Porkchop looked disappointed. “What about me? I built the carts!”

“You built death traps,” Sir Whiskerton said. “But fine, you can have a basket of slop.”

Porkchop’s eyes lit up. “Slop? Best prize ever!”

The Moral of the Story

As the sun set on the farm, the animals gathered to celebrate the race that wasn’t. Leonardo, though disappointed that his grand plan had failed, realized that sometimes the best moments come from unexpected chaos.

The moral of the story, dear reader, is this: Life doesn’t always go according to plan, but that’s where the fun begins. And sometimes, the real prize isn’t winning—it’s rolling in the mud with your friends.

As for Sir Whiskerton? He returned to his sunbeam, content in the knowledge that he had once again saved the day—even if it meant dealing with a bunch of muddy, carrot-loving misfits.

Until next time, my friends.

The End.

In ‘a mass erasure of heritage,’ numerous historic landmarks lost in L.A.

The Robert Bridges House, designed by the architect whose name it bore, was destroyed in the Palisades fire.(Brian van der Brug / Los Angeles Times)

By Daniel Miller

Message to the Community

There are no words to describe the devastation we are experiencing in Los Angeles. During this truly historic disaster, our hearts go out to the many Angelenos whose lives have been upended by the raging wildfires across the county. The loss of their homes, schools, cultural anchors, legacy businesses, and other places important to their communities is overwhelming.

And, still, the windstorms, wildfires, and threats to lives and structures continue.

The Los Angeles Conservancy has received many inquiries about the historic places the fires impacted. Unfortunately, we don’t have a lot of details yet, as the heavy winds and fires remain highly unpredictable. We are working to gather information to share with the public and assess how we can help bring resources to those who need our support now and following the fires.

While the full extent of the destruction to historic places caused by these fires is yet to be seen, we are reminded of how important it is to be there for one another as a community. It reminds us all what places and spaces mean to us, especially once they are gone. Significantly, we recognize that the focus should remain on immediate wildfire relief and then long-term recovery.

We hope you remain safe and look forward to keeping you updated.

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The Palisades and Eaton infernos have destroyed more than 30 structures that preservationists consider historically significant.
The tally could grow as an accounting continues.
The fate of many notable properties remains unknown.

Will Rogers’ ranch home. Pasadena Waldorf School. Robert Bridges House. The Bunny Museum. Andrew McNally House. Theatre Palisades. The Zane Grey Estate.

The Palisades and Eaton infernos have laid waste to more than 30 structures considered historic in what preservationists believe is the single worst loss of such properties in the region’s history.

“It’s staggering and heartbreaking — I don’t know any other way to put it,” said Ken Bernstein, principal city planner at Los Angeles City Planning’s Office of Historic Resources. “This is widespread destruction of significant architecture and places that are cherished in our communities.”

The tally could grow, perhaps dramatically, as an accounting of the losses continues. Though institutions including the Getty Villa were saved, the fates of many other notables — such as several influential mid-century Case Study Houses built with Arts & Architecture magazine’s sponsorship — remain unknown.

The Los Angeles Conservancy said Friday afternoon that 32 properties it considered historic because of their architectural or cultural significance were claimed by the fires, which have destroyed or damaged more than 9,000 structures.

Some of the historic buildings, including Altadena’s Zane Grey Estate and Rogers’ Western-style Palisades home, had formal landmark status on the National Register of Historic Places or another list. But others, such as Fox’s Restaurant in Altadena and Theatre Palisades, were considered important in part because of their status as beloved community spaces.

“It is a mass erasure of heritage,” said Adrian Scott Fine, chief executive of the Conservancy, a nonprofit dedicated to historic preservation. “We haven’t seen anything like this before.”

The Palisades fire destroyed Will Rogers’ former ranch home at Will Rogers State Historic Park.(California State Parks)

In some cases, notable properties are severely damaged but not obliterated, including Gladstones, the seaside fish restaurant formerly owned by the late L.A. Mayor Richard Riordan, according to the Santa Monica Mirror. In the Altadena foothills, much of Zorthian Ranch burned, including artwork by founder Jirayr Zorthian. But two buildings of the artists’ colony were spared, said Jason Deach, a ranch hand who visited the site Thursday.

“Every other thing is gone, wiped from the map,” he said.

Some institutions have already vowed to rebuild — among them the Bunny Museum in Altadena, which featured quirky but seemingly irreplaceable collections of porcelain figurines, artwork, clothing and other items depicting rabbits. The Lake Avenue museum lost roughly 46,000 objects.

Altadena’s Bunny Museum burned down amid the Eaton fire. (Christina House / Los Angeles Times)

“We are losing these touchstones — physical places in the world that mark our intellectual history,” said Richard Schave, a preservation advocate and co-founder of Esotouric, a cultural tour service.

As natural disasters grow increasingly intense amid climate change, preservationists said they face a new, and foreboding, challenge. The losses from the week’s fires have highlighted a fundamental shift in the field.

“The quintessential historic preservation threat of the 20th century was symbolized by the bulldozer demolishing individual historic structures or communities for urban renewal,” Bernstein said. “Today, it’s the extreme climate event. Wildfire, sea-level rise and extreme winds pose not incremental threat but constant threat of widespread destruction of our most cherished historical and architectural landmarks.”

Eaton fire obliterates ‘esoteric knowledge’

Some of Altadena’s notable properties, Zorthian Ranch and the Bunny Museum among them, tell the story of the community’s long-standing role as a haven for free spirits, mystics and counterculture figures.

Their destruction, Schave said, amounts to an erasure of regional history tied to “raising social consciousness to affect positive change.” He and his wife, Kim Cooper, the other founder of Esotouric tours, were particularly upset over the loss of the Theosophical Library Center.

The Lake Avenue facility housed the largest collection of materials related to Theosophy, a modern religious movement that counted writers such as William Butler Yeats as devotees and was influential among later New Age belief systems. “That was a repository of esoteric knowledge,” Cooper said.

Sunset Boulevard in ruins: Fire’s massive scale comes into focus in Pacific Palisades

Jan. 8, 2025

The library contained 40,000-plus titles and the archives of the Theosophical Society. The collection, Cooper said, accounted for “the cultural ideas that formed this visionary Southern California spirituality.” The Theosophical Society did not respond to interview requests.

Other notable losses in Altadena include its homes. The Andrew McNally House was built by the eponymous mapmaking impresario who co-founded publisher Rand McNally. Constructed in 1887, the Queen Anne-style mansion, privately owned, was on the National Register of Historic Places.

The house was known for its so-called Turkish room, an ornately decorated octagon that Cooper said was “one of the most beautiful spaces in the world.”

The Andrew McNally House, built by the co-founder of the Rand McNally publishing company, was destroyed in the Eaton fire. (Chris Pizzello / Associated Press)

Not far from the McNally property, the Zane Grey Estate is in ruins. Co-designed by famed architect Myron Hunt and built in 1907, the house was long the residence of its namesake owner. Grey was the author of “Riders of the Purple Sage” and many other works of western fiction.

“Grey was very important in terms of being a literary figure and [the house was] significant architecturally,” Fine said. He added, disconsolately, that a restoration of the property had been “nearly complete.”

Historical devastation on the coast

As with Altadena, the Palisades lost a mixture of privately owned historic properties and famed public spaces, perhaps none more beloved than Rogers’ ranch home.

The 31-room residence, built by the vaudevillian-turned-movie star in the 1920s, was situated within Will Rogers State Historic Park. The home has served as a museum, housing a collection of artwork, western memorabilia and a library centered on Rogers.

The California State Parks system, which oversees the property, said it saved certain items, including art.

“They saved some of the interior features and some of the collection, but not much,” Fine said. “That is an epic loss. You can’t talk about the Palisades without talking about Will Rogers.”

The Palisades’ Business Block was severely damaged by the fire that tore through the area. (Brian van der Brug / Los Angeles Times)

Bernstein mourned the fate of the Palisades’ Business Block, a Spanish Colonial Revival shopping plaza from 1924. Television footage showed the Sunset Boulevard property almost fully leveled, though some architectural features remained intact.

He called the trapezoidal building, listed as an L.A. Historic-Cultural Monument, “the earliest commercial heart of Pacific Palisades.”

A representative of the development did not respond to a request for comment.

Los Angeles has never seen this level of destruction: ‘Everything is burned down’

Jan. 10, 2025

Bernstein and others said that it will take time to catalog all the destroyed historic structures. He said that his office would eventually update a citywide survey of historic places — searchable online via the HistoricPlacesLA database — to reflect the losses.

The information, he said, will help preservationists, property owners and others understand “both what we lost and what we may still have the opportunity to help revitalize and recover.”

There has long been an old saw about Southern California: It’s a region too willing to bulldoze its history in the name of progress. These days, observers may question the accuracy of that maxim — preservationists have made great strides in recent decades — but a devastating new truth has emerged amid the ashes this week.

A firestorm has done what no bulldozer could do.

Americans Can’t Believe China’s Grocery Prices—Why Are We Paying So Much?

Coconut Gulaman

From the Philippine Islands.

filipino buko pandan salad 6 680x680 — filipino buko pandan salad 6 680×680

Ingredients

2 1/2 cups coconut milk
2 envelopes Knox gelatine
1 cup granulated sugar
1/2 cup water
1 cup evaporated milk

Instructions

Dissolve gelatine in water.
Add sugar and coconut. Cook over very low heat for 20 minutes. Do not let it boil.
Add milk.
Pour into an 8 inch square pan and let cool.
Chill.

When did the bully get a taste of their own medicine?

Back in Jr. High School in Alaska in the early 1960’s I was taking wood shop. The class had a variety of grades, 7 to 9, as it was an elective course. I was assigned to a work table with 3 other students, all 9th graders whilst I was an in the 8th. They were all jocks and I was definitely the odd one out. Every day, the biggest of them would find someway to taunt me, usually by slugging me as he walked by on my shoulder. This went on for some weeks and the shop teacher.. well.. he just didn’t pay much mind to what was going on.

As it happened my dad had been relating some of his stories to my uncles about his years in the Navy at a previous family get together. The one that caught my attention was about a small Shore Patrolman and his partner being called to a brawl going on between some Army & Marine’s in a bar. They looked in and given the number of participants, the one ran back and called for some more Shore Patrol officers. Well by the time he returned with the help, the fight was over. As they looked in the bar what they saw was.. sprawled out across the floor, a bunch of sailors and leather necks holding their shins and writhing in pain. What had happened was that the small Shore Patrolman had stooped down low and using his billy club, he mowed them down and they never saw him coming. For some reason, although it had been some time since I heard that tale, I remembered it & it stuck.

Monday came and I went into the wood shop and once again I got the slam to the back of my shoulder. Laughing, my tormenter walked around me and started talking to his buddies. Well that story just popped up in my mind as I spied a piece of 2×4 wood about 18 inches long. Without thinking of the consequences, I guess I had just had enough & grabbed the board in hand, reached up.. tapped him on the shoulder and when he turned around I bent down and hit his shins as hard as I could, sending him crashing to the floor and crying like a little school girl.

The shop teacher came over and seeing him lying there asked what happened. By this time I had laid the board on the table and told him.. the guy slipped. He looked over at the other two guys but they didn’t say anything, and… neither did the rest of the class. So.. he just reminded everybody to be careful in the shop as it could be a dangerous place and had his two buddies take him to the school nurses office. The class continued on as normal.

After that, the bully & his buddies left me alone and I, on my own, moved myself to another table.

Sonata No. 33 in E minor, Op. posthumous, “Tail Light”

Submitted into Contest #280 in response to: Write a story that solely consists of dialogue. (No dialogue tags, actions, or descriptions. Just pure dialogue!)… view prompt

Drew Herman

– You’re late.– I was composing.– Decomposing.– Bah. You make this same joke every time.– You’re late every time.– And now you will make the “late” joke. This joke makes no sense.– Because your English isn’t that great.– And you will not use German. Or French or Italian.– You don’t like it when I pick stuff out of your mind. Besides, I have to concentrate on driving.– Concentrate? You missed the exit for 278.– We’re taking 87.– 278 is faster.– Not southbound. You just like it because it’s the “Bruckner” Expressway.– Anton is a genius. He understands my work. He went to Bonn for me.– You know, the expressway isn’t even named after your friend. There was just some politician from the Bronx.

– Always still it is faster.

– Hey, nobody likes a back-brain driver. Anyway, we should have left Milford an hour earlier.

– Why have you not simply started without me? You do not need me here for driving.

– I thought you wanted to warm up my hands.

– “Warm up”?

– Practice, stretch muscles, loosen finger joints, get yourself ready.

– Yes, you do not do it correct.

– That’s what I’m saying. I’m not a pianist. I played clarinet in high school. Without you, I wouldn’t even know which end of the piano to blow into. I sat with my son’s electric keyboard and waited as long as possible, but you can never be sure about the traffic, so I had to hit the road.

– As said, I was busy composing. I am come now to the important place in my new symphony. I could not simply stop.

– Couldn’t you just do it later?

– You cannot schedule genius. Also, we do not have alarm clocks here. Or paper to write on.

– You literally have eternity to write the symphony. Today we have a 6:30 call for a 7:30 curtain.

– For me the audience will wait. But even still, many of them will come in after I begin. They will talk, and cough like they die of phthisis, and always the cellphones will sing.

– Die of p-what?

– Phthisis. Consumption. The wasting.

– Ah. It’s called “tuberculosis” now. Or maybe COPD. I’m not sure. Anyway, lucky for you I will not slam the lid on the keys and storm off stage like you want.

– Why are you turning here? This is the Kitchen of Hell, yes?

– We have a reservation at a garage on 11th.

– So we will walk 20 blocks? Naturally we will arrive late!

– Well I can’t exactly drop you off at the venue while I park, can I? But no, we’ll catch a cab from the garage.

– I do not understand why you live so far from the city. You must get an apartment near Central Park so we can take the subway.

– If you keep canceling shows and blowing off deadlines, I won’t even be able to pay for gas, let alone space in Manhattan. Besides, you like the country better. And I have to stay a Connecticut resident.

– Why?

– Never mind. Just please try to appear a couple hours earlier for the next gig.

– You know, we do not have calendars up here, either.

– The Devil Duo never shows up late or cancels. Maybe that’s why they’re outdrawing you.

– Liszt? Paganini? Poltroons! Prostitutes! They waste their gifts with tricks and lights. It is a scandal. A disgrace, you would say.

– Still, you should consider their offer. You might even enjoy it.

– I work alone. Besides, I could never put up with those egoistical show-offs. Do not roll your eyes at me! I can tell when you do that, and I resent your implication.

– You resent everything.

– My agent should get me better deals. He is a poltroon.

– “Poltroon” again. Where did you even get that word? I never use it.

– Very well, then they are – how do you Americans call them? – A-holes? Schmucks?

– I’m actually from Canada originally. We call them “hosers.” At least our TV characters do.

– He should get me into bigger halls. I, who played for kings and emperors! Until that tyrant Napoleon came along. You roll your eyes again.

– Maybe it’s time to get over Napoleon. Nobody’s going to let him conquer Europe again. Besides, Lincoln Center is about as high-class as you can get here. You should be content.

– But this horrid duo gets the Schubert for eight weeks! Do you know they actually use sequined costumes and lewd dancing? They pollute the art of music!

– Meanwhile, Vlad the Impaler’s Comedy Sucks Tour is outdrawing all of you.

– Yes. Very bad taste. You people are all mad. Your century makes no sense.

– No argument there.

– Verdammt! Why did you allow that poltroon to cut you off? You should let me drive.

– Oh, that’s brilliant. Then we’ll both be shopping for new mediums.

– Should you not say “media”? Maybe I do not know English, but Latin cannot have changed.

– I’m rolling my eyes again. So you want bigger crowds and more downloads? Why don’t you write something happy? Your new sonata is so … so dismal. You should write something in a major key. OK, now who’s trying to roll my eyes?

– You will give instruction to the greatest musical genius of all time?

– Well, you’re good, but you’re no Jimi Hendrix.

– Touché.

– Sorry. I didn’t mean that. It’s just, sometimes you rub people the wrong way.

– I do not rub anybody. I cannot.

– Well, you rub me, and I’m, what, your fifth medium in less than two years? Plus I’ve been dealing with some stuff.

– Say it to me.

– It’s my ex. He’s wants to change our custody agreement. I really hate lawyers. That’s why I can’t leave Connecticut.

– Do you regret agreeing to host me?

– I could certainly do without all that extra time making depositions about 200-year-old copyrights. You should just settle.

– So you give music advice, and now also legal advice? I pay real lawyers for their advice.

– But you don’t listen to them. Anyway BMI and SACEM can afford better lawyers — whose advice they actually take. You’ll never win in court.

– Maybe I will lose, but they will learn not to try to take advantage of the great artist.

– They will learn that doing business with you isn’t worth the hassle. And if you win, McCartney and Manilow will take you to the cleaners for quoting their material. Not to mention Mozart, Brahms, Rogers, Gershwin — pretty much everyone you’ve heard since you came back.

– Maestro Williams will not sue. He loves me. He knows respect for the master.

– John Williams is enjoying a peaceful retirement. He doesn’t need the money or the headache.

– I have been in court over custody, too, you know. I tried to save my nephew from his drunken father. The boy made suicide. Always still neither of them will talk to me.

– Committed.

– Eh?

– He “committed” suicide. Not “made” suicide.

– Ach, so. Also in German it is not “machen.”

– I know. “Begangen.” That’s funny, I never took German. It must be leaking through from your mind. I heard it can happen after enough sessions, even unintentionally.

– Yes, I have been — what do you say? — jonesing for a taco. I do not like tacos. You will not eat a taco while I am here. They make dyspeptic.

– I know. And it’s not “make dyspeptic,” it’s … never mind. Anyway, that’s all in your mind. Or in my mind. Whatever. At least, it’s my stomach. We can handle medium salsa just fine.

– This is the concert hall?

– The backstage entrance.

– I will be brilliant tonight. Tomorrow you will help write down my new symphony. You must install Sibelius 7.5.1.

– Oh, so you don’t have alarm clocks or pencils or paper, but you know all about software updates?

– Of course. We have 7G everywhere, no dead spots.

– How ironic.

– Why is there no chamber pot in this dressing room?

– Hey, Louie.

– Yes, Miranda?

– I’m sorry about your nephew. Break a leg tonight.

– Neck and leg.

– Huh?

– We say, “Break your neck and leg.”

– God, you Germans are violent.

– We Germans? How do you Americans say? “Let’s knock them dead.”

– “Knock ’em dead.”

– Genau. We go now. We will kill them all.

– After you, Louie. And I told you, I’m Canadian, you hoser.

– You are a good woman. Thank you for having me.

– You know, there’s a bodega next to the garage with great tacos. We can stop off after the show.

– Maybe I will play in Canada next year. I think I will like to try your hockey.

– Not with my teeth, you won’t.

I Accidentally Watched a Video of My Wife Publicly Humiliating Me by Cheating It Tore My World Apart

My rules for losing weight

Look, I am not an expert. However, I must share some stuff with you all.

Healthy lifestyle background. Colorful sketch style objects, items and food.

After my doctor told me that I MUST lose weight, I took him to task and began my weight loss journey.

I can comfortably state that I have lost (roughly) 9 kg in two months.

Here are the rules that I followed…

Light and easy jog. 15 minutes = 1 kilometer. At 5am.
No other exercise at all.

The reason for no other exercise is that I want to directly monitor my loss of weight. Once I achieve my “normal” BMI range, then I can add other exercises. But for my height, my healthy BMI will be 56.0 kg to 75.4 kg (or 123.5 lbs to 166.3 lbs).

Right now, I am still “overweight”.

But on the plus side I did go from 91.5 Kg to a 82 Kg.

And that is BIG news for me.

I am a guy. And I am older and so I am doing this for my health and longevity. As my heart doesn’t have to work so hard to push the blood though my body. As, after all, I do have heart issues.

So all I did for exercise was an easy exercise in aerobics. Not too time consuming or strenuous.

But I also changed my diet.

Nothing radical, no “grapefruit” or other kinds of diets. I just tried to eat “sensibly”.

MM’s sensible diet

First, my struggles… they are works in progress.

(Trying) to limit alcohol. Only once or twice a week.
Cut out smoking.
No daily snacking . Still I am trying. (Not too much in processed food.)

Now for my baselines…

Two meals a day.

Breakfasts are small. If the restaurant offers noodles, I order the small bowl. If they have jouzi’s then I order the smaller size. And so on.

Lunches are avoided, or replaced with a coffee.

Dinner is a regular dinner, and I eat mostly vegetables, a fruit and small quantities of meat.

Drink lots and lots of water and green tea.

My splurges…

I can eat all the vegetables that I can fill in my stomach. Unlimited. But no dressings or too much oil. I have found that I tend to piss out the vegetables within 6 hours after eating them.
One fruit a day. I have found that it SEEMS that I lose more weight when I have some fruit during my last meal. Maybe an orange or apple.Dragon fruit provides me with the best results.
Snacking easy. I am ok with a few potato chips, a chocolate bar or even a burger. I am not trying to be a monk, just want to implement a stress-free weight loss program.

My hard lines…

These are the hardest and most difficult things that I am dealing with.

No big meals. If I am at one, then I eat very little. It is my hardest thing to do. Seriously as Chinese holidays are all about the food. Tons and tons and tons of it.
Left over food gets thrown out. If my daughter won’t eat the pizza, then it gets thrown away. I am not a trash can.

So here is my bottom line.

I have successfully gone about 1/2 way on my weight loss journey in a mere 2 months. I feel much better, and my organs and body seem to be much healthier. My pants are loose now, but I feel great. I cannot wait until I achieve my target.

I did this by a “lazy man’s” jog. Honestly, I am so pathetic in my jog it is a joke. But I do it every morning; rain or shine.

Picture a fat man trying to jog at a walking pace. Sort of like that.

I changed my diet and added easy aerobics daily.

Smaller portions, but not horribly so.
More vegetables, and cut down on the sauces and meats.
Drink water or plain green tea a lot.
Processed snacks are avoided for the most part.
And a daily jog.

And that is my story.

I hope that you too can join me on this effort.

One more thing… some MM followers have had AMAZING weight loss stories and they have used some other techniques. I am convinced that they do work.

My father lost tons of weight by only eating meat.
A friend took cold icy baths each day, plus weight training and his body is now amazing!
I have been told that severely limiting water intake shocks the body and forces it to lose weight.

And of course…

Completely fast for two weeks.

But for me, being much older, I just cannot do anything that will shock my body. I do not want to trigger a cardiac event because I am trying to lose weight. Remember, I do have blood pressure and heart issues.

You make do with what you can handle. And that is my opinion for today.

Best of wishes to you all.

Today…

How do Chinese commercial technologies translate into military advantages?

Commercial technology refers to various technologies specifically used in the commodity circulation process, which cannot be converted into military advantages.

But China’s massive industrial clusters could translate into military advantages.

Let me give you a small example:

The profit margin of ammunition is very thin, but the usage is very large. American capitalists disdain low-profit industries and turn to high-profit industries.

The United States uses 2.4 billion bullets every year (including military and civilian), of which 1.4 billion are produced in the United States, and the other 1 billion are imported from China.

If a war breaks out between China and the United States and China stops exporting ammunition to the United States, China will gain 1 billion rounds of ammunition and the United States will lose 1 billion rounds of ammunition. In addition, the production capacity of China’s military factories will increase exponentially during wartime.

Trump Ready To ANNEX Canada!

China Cancels ALL LNG Purchases from USA – SEC to “De-List” China Companies from Stock markets

Hal Turner World April 11, 2025

China has just CANCELED purchases of Liquified Natural Gas from the United States; opting instead to buy it from Australia.

In the past, the U.S. sold 4.16 Million Tons of LNG to China.

Now, all that gas is available for purchase here in the United States, which __should__ bring down prices to heat homes that use such gas. (Note: My country home uses Propane because rural communities do not have Gas-main pipelines.)

MORE:

Also, the Securities Exchange Commission (SEC) is reportedly moving to De-List about $800 Billion of Chinese Publicly-traded Companies from U.S. Stock Markets.

No word yet on precisely which such companies, but it may just be ALL of them.

What family secret did you accidentally find out that changed everything?

It wasn’t an accident but it changed the way I looked at my father.

My oldest brother and I hadn’t been close growing up because he was several years older than me but we reconnected the year before he died of cancer. We shared a lot of good times just reminiscing and enjoying our time together. We both knew it wouldn’t be long enough. One day he looked over at me and said “Did you know I’m not really your brother?” I just shook my head in confusion. He told me that when he was going through our parents’ papers he found out he had a different father than the rest of the kids in our family. He then asked me how I felt about that. I told him the truth, that as far as I was concerned he was my brother and I hoped he felt the same way. He seemed relieved and glad he got that out in the open. He also said he had no interest in finding out who his “real” father was. The next spring he gave up his long fight with cancer.

It didn’t change the way I felt about him but it got me thinking. I knew that my parents were very young when they got married. My mother was 15 and my father was 18. I also knew that my mother was pregnant at the wedding (you could just do the math). What I didn’t know was that my father knew it wasn’t his child when they got married. He never said anything to anyone about it and I never saw him treat my brother any differently than any of his other children.

I had a new respect for my father after that.

Florentine Brunch Casserole

Yield: 8 servings or 16 sample servings

Ingredients

16 slices firm white bread
3 tablespoons butter or margarine, divided
1 (10 3/4 ounce) can condensed cream of celery soup
1/3 cup milk
1/4 teaspoon coarsely ground black pepper
1/3 cup onion, chopped
4 ounces baked ham, diced (about 1/2 cup)
1 red bell pepper, diced (about 1 cup)
10 eggs, lightly beaten
4 ounces Cheddar cheese, shredded, divided (1 cup)
1 (5 ounce) bag fresh spinach leaves, washed and stemmed

Instructions

Heat oven to 375 degrees F.
Cut crusts off bread using Serrated Bread Knife; cube crusts and measure 2 cups. Arrange bread slices in an overlapping pattern against sides of Oval Baker; place bread cubes in bottom.
Microwave 2 tablespoons of the butter in Small Micro-Cooker on HIGH 30 seconds or until melted; lightly brush over bread slices using Pastry Brush. Bake 15 to 20 minutes or until edges of bread are golden brown.
Meanwhile, in Small Batter Bowl, whisk soup, milk and black pepper until smooth using Stainless Steel Whisk.
Finely chop onion using Food Chopper.
Dice ham and bell pepper using Chef’s Knife. Melt remaining butter in Stir-Fry Skillet over medium heat; add onion and bell pepper. Cook 5 minutes or until vegetables are tender; stir in ham.
Whisk eggs in Classic Batter Bowl; add to Skillet. Cook over medium-high heat, stirring occasionally with Classic Scraper, until eggs are set but still moist.
Stir in soup mixture; cook 1 minute or until hot.
Using Deluxe Cheese Grater, grate cheese. Gently stir in 3/4 cup of the cheese. Fold spinach into egg mixture, half at a time. Cook about 2 minutes, stirring gently until spinach is wilted.
Spoon egg mixture into center of Baker, mounding slightly in center. Top with remaining 1/4 cup cheese.
Serve immediately using Nylon Spoon.

Attribution

Pampered Chef

Do you think Medicare for all is going to give you better care? If you need an MRI it will take you four weeks from the time the doctor orders it till you get your results? The system can only handle so many people efficiently.

American here; I was nearly killed in a multicar accident when I was 25. Guess how long I had to wait for an important surgery to repair my damaged leg?

One Year. I had to wait just over one year to get the surgery I needed, because I wanted an experienced surgeon to do it. It took one entire year to get on his surgical schedule, have my insurance agree to pay for it, etc. It was, at the time, a new corrective procedure and a lot of people wanted to have it done, but it isn’t performed that often now because it takes so much time for the patient to be rehabilitated (2+ years of physical therapy.)

So don’t tell me that there aren’t long waiting times to get treatment in the U.S. Because there definitely are.

Oh, and that doesn’t include the five months from the day I called that surgeon’s office until my first appointment with him. Or the six months of tests and x-rays/ MRIs, etc. before he agreed to perform the surgery.

When one of my doctors took an abrupt retirement and closed his practice, I had to find a replacent ASAP (along with all his other patients). Finding someone willing to see me was a nightmare (they had too many patients already or didn’t accept my insurance or whatever). It took me six months to get an initial consultation with a new doctor – time I spent with no one to prescribe the maintenance medications I took daily.

Thank God that I had/ have really, really good health insurance through my employer or I would still be in a wheelchair! But even then, dealing with the insurance was a nightmare.

But if I lived in a country with universal health care I would have been moved to the head of the line because my injuries were so bad.

So, “USA! USA!” I guess.

As China Orders Its Banks To Cancel USD Buying, Spain Makes A Dramatic Pivot To Beijing

Jesus H. Christ.

The bullshit out of Washington DC is so thick. Bessent is such a tool.

China has now cut off supplies to America of minerals critical to defense and clean technology. What will America do about this?

What will America do about this?

Americans will talk about how they will start mining their own minerals or get the from somewhere else. They will say this as if they live in a Command and Conquer economy where if they press a button pay some money it will appear. This ignores the fact that it requires massive investment, time, skills to build such an industry.

Think about this. This is a 155mm artillery shell.

It’s comparatively simple. The US talked big about increasing production of 155mm shells. Guess what it didn’t happen! You see capitalism or the system pretending to be capitalism in the USA means that all factories run at maximum capacity at all times. It’s not just a case of running more shifts, if you were not running at 100% capacity then you’re not leveraging your Return on capital employed (RoCE).

Lets think of something even simpler!

You can make 1000 of those in an hour. Demand is 1200. To increase production by +200, you need more staff (not that difficult to train) and also need more grills. So you can just buy some more grills right? No, why not because in capitalism ALL industries run at 100% meaning the grill suppliers won’t be able to provide something immediately and they’ll have to wait.

So? Trump won’t be in power by 2030 and massive mega investment is needed, are you going to risk that?

On top of this China might decide to bankrupt you like the US and Europe bankrupts farmers. Huh?

Simpsons. Lisa and a partner spend millions on making an alternative Doll. Lisa Lionheart. Malibu Stacy simply decide to release a new doll with a new hat.

So China watches you build your new plant and machinery to mine rare earths. Oh hey here we’ll sell them for a low price again! Those US miners go bust and once that happens prices get jacked up again?

Evil? This is exactly what US food aid did. Cheap US grain bankrupted African farmers. Once they were no longer self sufficient? Prices were jacked up. Once African farmers started growing their own? The US grain prices were dropped to bankrupt those farmers.

What’s the most dangerous situation you’ve witnessed at work, and how was it handled?

So many I can’t count but 2 that come to mind in our factory.

The first; I walked up on an employee and saw that he was wearing cotton gloves while running a 40″, 5 hp standing disc sander.
The danger is that if the cloth gove touches the disc you hand will be gone in a millisecond!
You can only wear smooth leather gloves running that machine as those will not snag on the abrasive disc.
This despite our giving them demonstrations of what happens if a cloth glove touches the disc.

#2 Is somewhat similar.
I caught an employee running a lathe wearing loose fitting jacket that wasn’t even zipped up.
If that jacket caught on the spinning part in the lathe it will eat you in a heartbeat and spit out nothing but bits and pieces and there is no way you could hit the E-brake pedal before you were consumed by the machine.

We were once admonished by an inspection for our machine shop not being wheelchair and disabled friendly and not having a proper disabled bathroom in the machine shop area.
Sorry but there is no place for wheelchairs or disabled persons in a working machine shop.
That’s not prejudice, that’s common sense!
When bad things happen in machine shops they happen fast and machines don’t care what they cut or who is in the way.

~Other Worlds~

Submitted into Contest #283 in response to: Write a story that ends with a huge twist.… view prompt

Jim Parker

~ Other Worlds ~

Wisty removed her prosthetic hand and placed it on the seat. She had it on for the last two days and it was wearing on her. Then turned to Shewuma and asked, “So. Chieftess?”

Wu hopped up next to her and sat cross-legged. “My father was chief, and my twin brother and I were his only children. But we had the sacred lineage and were turned. We both had to give it up.”

“Do you regret it?”

Wu thought about her life and smiled. “No, not at all. I had Enoch. Now I have Debbie and Jimmy and David E. and Tippycat and the rest of the family. And now I have you. Do you regret being a witch?”

Wisty sat up straight. “No. I can’t regret doing what I was born to do.”

“Bingo,” Shewuma responded.

“How did you meet Jimmy and Debbie?”

Wu grinned and patted Wisty’s arm. “You’re going to love this story. Then you can tell me all about how Jimmy and Debbie are on their way to save the world. I miss them so much.” The stolen school bus of Hopi Indian Spirit Warriors and Wisty the witch drove through the night followed by David E. and the Wolf in Wisty’s Dodge Dart, while Wisty and Wu got to know each other. Whew! What a day. What a year. They were on a long and treacherous road, but things were finally coming together. Today life was good. They only stopped once at a rest area as dawn was breaking so everyone could pee.

Luce parked the bus in Corrine’s driveway right behind David E. and Wolf in the dodge. She pulled the lever to open the side doors just as David E. walked up accompanied by Wolf.

“Wolf!” hollered Wu.

He stuck his head in. “Yes, Chieftess.”

“This forest is teeming with game. Go get us a deer or a feral hog. Be discreet. There’s a Trans Am by the barn. My bow is in the trunk. Spare keys inside the gas tank flap. Take one hind leg and give it to Daniel and Corrine the owners, and we’ll eat the rest. Luce.”

“Yes, Chieftess.”

“There are chickens out back. Gather the eggs. Find the kitchen and I’ll meet you there to make some food.” Then she stood up facing the back of the bus and addressed her crew of Hopi Kachinas. “The house is big inside and there’s a barn and a shed out back. The Eagle will help everyone get settled. We may be here for a few days. We’re near Choctaw land, so everyone be respectful. And when ….” Wu stopped talking and was peering through the windshield.

David E. stopped his doting on Wisty and looked to see what was up. Daniel was running across the yard toward the bus. His face was somber. Wu could already smell his anxiety. “Something’s wrong,” said Wu and ran out to meet him.

When she reached him, he said, “It’s Dermott.”

Wu cut him off. “Where?”

“The loft.” In a blur she was gone.

David E. and Wisty came up and asked Daniel what was wrong. They turned and hurried to the house. “It’s Dermott. We found him. He’s bad. It’s like he’s sick and he’s unconscious.”

Wisty broke into a trot. “Let’s hurry!” David E. brought up the rear, limping as fast as his cane would take him.

Wisty entered the loft and saw Dermott on the loveseat in a fetal position. He was pale, shaking, and unconscious. Shewuma hovered over him, checking his temperature and trying to bring him around.

Corrine stood by, hands clasped and lips moving. Wisty realized she was praying. She asked Corrine, “What happened?”

Corrine was clearly shaken as she related the events of the past hour. “Dermott had been remote viewing Jimmy and Debbie all morning, keeping an eye on them. I was in the kitchen when Dermott called my name. I said, ‘What?’ Then he screamed. It sounded excruciating. It made my skin crawl. Daniel and I ran up the stairs and he was on the floor squirming and rolling back and forth. He seemed in agony. Then he just curled up. We put him on the loveseat. Daniel has been trying to call you guys since it happened. I’ve been here with him the whole time. I was about to call 911.”

Shewuma said, “911 can’t help him.”

“Yes,” Wisty agreed. “I don’t think it’s physical either.”

Corrine choked up and lost her train of thought. Daniel put his arm around her and continued, “The dogs all started barking so I went outside and saw you guys driving up.”

Wu checked Dermott’s pulse. “How long ago did this happen?”

“About a half hour ago. Maybe more,” said Daniel.

Wisty pulled up his “Hitman” T-shirt and put two fingers on his third chakra near the solar plexus. As soon as Wisty touched his skin, she snatched her hand back as if receiving an electric shock. “Shewuma, he’s under psychic attack. There’s not much time.” Wisty spun the office chair around and sat down. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she slumped down as if instantly falling asleep.

“Psychic attack?” asked Corrine.

Wu set her jaw. Her mind was racing as she explained. “Someone is trying to kill his soul.”

“Kill his soul,” Corrine softly repeated to herself.

Shewuma ran to the railing. “LUCE!”

Luce stepped out of the kitchen. “I’m here, Chieftess.”

“I need the Eagle. Now! Stay with Corrine and help her with this boy.”

“Yes, Chieftess,” and she ran to the back door.

Wu wanted the Eagle there. Besides his Kachina training, the Eagle was a gifted medicine man and had worked extensively with Mystic Devas in Northern Asia. He could be of great value in such a potentially dangerous situation. She turned to Daniel. “In my closet is a plastic trash can of different plants. Are you familiar with Mugwort?”

“No. What does it look like?”

“Never mind. Just bring it all. Spread it around him. Understand? Just spread it on the floor. GO!” And he went. Mugwort was used by witches for its protection and healing properties. In psychic warfare, any edge could mean the difference. “Corrine,” she said as she took her by the shoulders to get her full attention, “I need your nurse training now.”

Corrine shook out the cobwebs and steeled herself. “What? Anything.”

Shewuma wrapped her arms around herself, let out a deep breath, and said, “Don’t let him die.” Then she collapsed to the floor on her knees.

Wisty had never left her body so quickly and felt disoriented. But the globules of light dancing on her skin and the glistening hands flexing at the end of her arms told her she was in her etheric body. The twinkling astral landscape was empty. Somehow she was alone on this plane. She pictured Dermott in her mind and willed herself to his presence. But nothing happened. She spoke his name and said a spell to bring his soul to her. It too was unsuccessful. Even in otherworldly planes there was a natural order and rules of governance. There had to be powerful forces at work to suspend the natural law of her magiks. She wondered how she could find him. Then an idea came to her. Willing an opening of a portal to the physical world, she passed through it into the loft at Corrine’s house. In this state she would be invisible to them. But no matter. It was Dermott she wanted. On the floor sitting back on her heels, Shewuma was in a trance. There were stems and leaves scattered around the floor. It smelled familiar. Of course. Mugwort. Good thinking, Shewuma. Wisty felt its properties enhancing her psychic defenses. Then she saw Corrine and Luce performing CPR on Dermott’s now lifeless body. Time was short and she couldn’t afford to get rattled, so she buried her emotions and remained focused. There was one sure way to find him. She searched for the Sutratma, or life thread. It connected his physical body to his lifeforce in the astral world. Instead of a silvery gleaming cord flowing from his midsection, she found a black brittle fiber pulling violently at his abdomen and extending through a dark hole. That was her best chance. Wisty took hold of the corrupted lifeline and followed it into the blackness. Descending, always descending into the lowest depths of the astral planes. It was not safe this deep even for someone with her knowledge and experience. Many an astral traveler had ventured too far into the lowest realms only to be possessed, driven mad, or lost forever. There was a faint light in the distance. As she came closer, she could see it was Dermott. For the first time in all her considerable experience of astral projecting, Wisty was afraid. Dermott was being attacked by a group of what she called astral wildlife. Nasty creatures of the lower realms whose sole purpose was to savage or steal the life force of others. But this scenario was impossible. Astral vermin hated each other as much as they hated everything else. They would attack anything on sight, even their own kind. Yet these monsters were working together. Ugly, harpy beasts tore at his astral flesh and sucked at his soul while rat-like parasites had severed his life cord and gnawed at the remains that trailed from him. His physical body was dead now and his soul would soon be lost as well, floating through this accursed place until it was consumed entirely. She visualized herself surrounded by love and light, building a psychic shield, and went to him. The vermin seemed appalled by her presence, but they were not repelled by her defensive sphere as she expected. Dermott’s eyes were wild and pleading for help. She grabbed a harpy that had its claws sunk deep in Dermott’s shoulder. They were small but powerful beings. Finally wrenching it loose, she hurled it into the darkness, then wrapped her arms around Dermott’s neck and held on desperately. To let go would be the end of his existence. Kicking at the vermin had little effect and she didn’t know how else to fight them. Soon the harpies were attacking her as well, ripping at her astral flesh and stealing bits of her lifeforce. The rats left Dermott and moved on to her life thread. Her silver cord turned gray and began to splinter as the parasites viciously gnawed at it with their grating teeth. There was a chance, but it was a longshot and very dangerous. Besides, she needed her arms to do it and to let go of Dermott would be his end. She had grown weak and was losing focus. Thinking of David E., she called his name out loud.

Just as all seemed lost, one of the harpies screeched a hellish noise and his body burst into flames. Then it dissipated into nothing. Wisty looked up and in the distance like a glorious angel, Shewuma approached, shining with a golden sheen. In her left hand she held a bow of white light. She fired a rapid succession of blinding arrows until all the astral atrocities were ended. Wisty’s strength was spent, and her life thread was now a piece of frayed string.

“Hold on. I’m coming.” Shewuma said to her mind. But Shewuma wasn’t going to make it. They both heard it. A vociferous rumbling buzz rolled through the darkness, filling them with dread. Shewuma could see it now. A horde of evil astral beings. Thousands of negative entities approaching them like a demonic wave. They were called Negs in Kachina lore. Shewuma spent many years training to navigate other worldly realms, deal with spirit entities, defend herself psychically, and fight Negs in the astral world. But this was beyond anything she was ever taught. She knew she couldn’t possibly win. There were too many. But they would pay a heavy price. The bow in her left hand and the arrow in her right hand both became flaming swords. “Keep your faith,” she said out loud and spoke a Hopi prayer of bravery. Then a bubble of light came from above and into the horde. The Negs began to scatter and shift erratically. It moved through them like a shooting star heading straight for Shewuma. It was the Eagle. Shewuma could see him now. The Negs had reformed and were bearing down on them. The Eagle reached her side, but there was no time to make it to the floating remains of Wisty and Dermott. They turned and braced to face the black army together. Perhaps by some miracle they could slow them enough to allow Wisty to escape if she were still able. The two looked at each other. Speaking in their native tongue, Shewuma began the song of strength. “Spirits of the light and sky, hear us. I am Shewuma.”

“I am Nuuakhwahu.”

Then they spoke in unison. “We are Holy Warriors. We are Kachinas of the Hopi nation. We are Star Children of the Realm of Man. Help us die well.” Shewuma bowed her head to this noble warrior that she had called to his death.

With a wink and a hint of a smile, the Eagle said to her, “You’re going to love this, Chieftess. A little something I picked up in Tibet.” He began to grow. Ten times, a hundred times bigger.

Together they screamed the Hopi War Cry and met the horde.

Like jumping naked into the snow, the powerful War Cry brought Wisty to consciousness. She watched the Neg army envelop the brave Kachinas. They fought for her and Dermott, and they would die for her and Dermott. Shewuma battled ferociously but was disappearing under sheer numbers. Even with the massive death toll from the Eagle with his colossal size, he was steadily being ripped apart.

A voice deep inside told Wisty she had to do something. She wrapped her legs around Dermott’s waist and locked her feet. Then she held her arms out while visualizing an amethyst knife held by both hands pointing at her chest, and it was so. She had never done this spell before. It was said that none who tried had survived. “Oh well,” she thought. “Nothing ventured.” She spoke out loud with resolve:

Our life is spent, our time has come.

Back to the place that we are from.

I call upon the Powers That Be.

This is my will So mote it be!

She plunged the knife into her chest.

There was a thunderous clap, and in that instant they all woke up back in the loft in their own bodies. Shewuma went to her feet unsteadily. The Eagle was on his knees trying to get his bearings. “Daniel, please help him,” said Shewuma. Corrine and Luce were doing CPR on Dermott’s body. Corrine looked worn out. Shewuma turned to Wisty and called her name. Wisty murmured something unintelligible. Wu slapped her across the face and yelled, “WISTY!”

Wisty opened her eyes, grateful to be alive. “Wu?” She tried to get up and Wu had to keep her from falling over.

“What about Dermott?”

Wisty patted her chest. “I have him here.”

Wu carried her over to the loveseat. “Let her in, guys. You did a hell of a job.” Corrine sat down on the floor exhausted while Luce went to help the Eagle. Ignoring decorum, Wisty pulled her dress up to her waist and straddled Dermott. She pressed against both of his temples while breathing in deeply. Glancing to her right she saw Shewuma watching her intently as she recited a Hopi prayer.

Wisty said, “Here goes.” Wu nodded encouragement. Wisty put her mouth on Dermott’s mouth and willed her soul to breathe. Dermott’s lips began to sparkle and color poured back into his face. His eyes opened. He lurched upward, arching his back and bucking Wisty off the loveseat. Wu caught her midair and sat her down. “Nice reflexes. Thanks.”

Wu pulled her in for a hug. “You did it.”

Holding onto Wu’s neck she said, “We did it, Shewuma. You two saved our lives. Thank you.”

Corrine lay back on the floor and smiled. She was pooped.

Luce leaned over Dermott, cocking her head. He was saying something to her. “Chieftess!” Luce called out in alarm.

“Everyone quiet,” ordered Wu, and she was at Dermott’s side. He grabbed Wu’s arm and struggled to tell her something. “Luce, get Dermott some water.” Wu said it calmly, but her eyes were smoldering. She stroked his head gently. “Tell me everything.”

His voice was raspy and faint. “Jimmy and Debbie. They’re going to die. It’s a trap.”

President Donald Trump believes Apple can make its signature iPhone in the U.S. to avoid new tariffs. Apple also committed $500B of investments in the US. Do you believe Apple can move iPhone assembly and the entire supply chain back home?

Nobody believes it

Including Trump!!

This is just spiel to fool the 70–80 Million MAGA crowd that good days are here and prevent them from turning on him when prices rise to the skies

In reality Trump will have to eat some of his tariffs and he will do it over time by declaring “Wins” in the coming days

For instance he may have a meeting with Cook and claim “Cook agreed to invest $ 300 Billion in USA and relocate all his businesses to US by 2030 so for the next 3 years, I will grant him an exemption on the Iphones”

He may actually demand an open bribe from Cook

The US is crumbling very fast and it’s resembling more of India as the days go by

Political favors sold for cash, Open Bribery and Corruption, One man running the show like a Dictator and the rest of the country , impotent to stop him

If Putin or Xi did 10% of what Trump is doing, they would have definitely been ousted from power long ago

So right now Trump is decimating the world

China has something to gain as every day the US is weaker and weaker without a shot being fired by China

Star Trek – Stuck on Earth

Don’t Chinese people get tired of writing all their characters in kanji?

Personally, I think it’s exhausting.

When I was a child, I occasionally saw Japanese in China.

Me: Dad, Chinese is too much work. Japanese is better, it’s simple and easy to write! Dad: Wow! Chinese is beautiful. Let’s write beautiful Chinese.

Ever since I was a child, my parents have always taught and brainwashed me into thinking that I must write beautiful Chinese.

Mother: A man who can’t write beautiful Chinese isn’t a man!

Father: During summer vacation, let’s practice three pages of kanji every day.

When I became a junior high school student, I had to write an essay as part of the Japanese language test. Usually, I had to write more than 800 kanji characters. After the test, my hands would hurt.

The composition is like this↓ (Source:

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However, traditional characters are more complicated than simplified characters, so I think people who use traditional characters will be more tired. When I see traditional characters, I want to see garbled characters.

For example, the traditional and simplified characters for “melancholy turtle” are as follows:

Traditional Chinese ⇒ Melancholic Turtle

Simplified Chinese ⇒ Melancholic Turtle

If the “gloomy turtles” appear in groups,

Traditional Chinese —– (I’m sure it will be tiring)

Melancholy Crow, Melancholy Crow, Melancholy Crow, Melancholy Crow

Simplified Chinese —– (I think it’s pretty tiring)

The next door is the next door.

Katakana——- (What’s this!? Easy)

UtopiaUtopiaUtopiaUtopiaUtopiaUtopia

When I was a child, the characters I wanted to write the most were katakana-like characters. However, people today don’t write by hand as much, and instead use computers or smartphones to type, so I think the difference in fatigue disappears. For example, if you just type “yydwg” using the pinyin input method, you can quickly write the Chinese characters for “忧郁的乌龟”.

Shorpy

SHORPY 1954 Ford Dearborn Assembly Plant.preview

SHORPY New Orleans Jackson Square.preview

SHORPY 1959 Ford Country Squire pushbutton camper.preview

As an officer, have you ever gotten a sixth sense that something isn’t right?

Not me, my brother – when he was around 10 years in the police force. He came home one night after work trembling and wanting to say a prayer of thanks.

One night he was the lone police officer sent to watch over an isolated small town. He was called to a report of someone doing graffiti on shop signage. When he arrived the small town was quiet with no one around. While walking the street he felt something urge him to turn around, he briefly glanced back – nothing. A few seconds later, the same feeling – he looked over his shoulder. Still nothing. The third time he said “I called have sworn it was a real voice”. He spun around just as a man was taking an overhead swing at him with an axe. He said it was as if his hand was guided within a split second to pull his baton, raising it over his head and deflecting the axe to one side. He grabbed the assailant and cuffed him. A prayer of thanks was given by everyone in our household that night.

He retired from the police last month at the good age of 63 having served as a police officer since 21 years old.

UPDATE – Unappreciated Adult Son Saves Nieces Life, Teaches Lowlife Parents & Sister To NEVER…

INVASION

Submitted into Contest #283 in response to: Write a story that ends with a huge twist.… view prompt

Charles Corkery

“How long have we been working together as a team, Val?”“Twelve years, five months, two weeks and three days. Do you want me to break it down into hours and minutes?”Paul Jones turned to his partner, an incredulous look upon his face.“Are you actually, frigging serious?’Val Thorens broke into a broad smile, his eyes never leaving the giant screen in front of him.“No, you muppet. I’m pulling your leg”.Paul, standing, strode across the small room to a filing cabinet and yanked open a drawer. Retrieving a brown, cardboard file, he opened it and perused its contents for several seconds.

“July 2nd 2011. Almost twelve and a half years ago. Jeez! You’re right. How did you do that? Wait, if I check the actual time that you became my partner…”

“Paul, a child of four years could work out how long we’ve been together. Why are you making such a fuss about it?”

Replacing the file, Paul turned back to his partner.

“I didn’t know. I mean I knew it was about ten, twelve years but you…you’re always so frigging precise. It’s uncanny”.

‘Hey, I might be a physicist and an astronomer but, above all else, I’m a mathematician. Numbers to me are like candy to someone like yourself”, Val glibly remarked, pointing at the almost empty, giant bag of M and Ms that lay on Paul’s work station without removing his eyes from the monitor in front of him that, to an untrained eye, appeared to display an impenetrable darkness.

“Horses for courses, my friend. How come you don’t like candy, anyhow?”

Paul resumed his seat and stared briefly at his screen, quickly becoming restless and bored.

“My parents didn’t allow it when I was younger and, as I grew older and saw the damage that sugar did to teeth, I just decided it wasn’t for me”.

“Man, I’d go crazy in this place if I didn’t have something to brighten up my shift”.

Paul looked around their work space eyeing the pristine environment that made up this lab-like habitat that was their “office”. The sterile stolidness, dominated by the two giant screens, the computerised telescopes that were their workstations and which covered the skies above the state of Delaware, only a coffee machine and the low humming refrigerator added a sense of domesticity though one of the earlier shifts had, half-heartedly, hung tinsel around the place in an effort to provide some festive cheer.

Grabbing a handful of chocolate treats, Paul leaned back in his ergonomic chair, staring idly at the ceiling, popping candy.

“Val, do you ever get bored with this job?”

“Sure. And, every time it happens, I think of the money we get paid, partner”.

Apart from the idle chitchat, the room’s silence was broken only by the incessant humming of the fridge and crackling of radio static; the latter being the communication airwaves that connected all other watch stations; one per state across the nation. Each employing two, highly trained scientists per shift in a constant, perpetual state of watchfulness upon the skies above and beyond.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right, Val. We get paid way more than if I was actually working in a lab. But, I mean, don’t you ever think that we’re kind of wasting our skills? All the years it took to get our degrees. I majored in astrophysics, for God’s sake yet, here I am just…watching a frigging screen”.

“In actual fact, if you calculate the time you spend popping candy, making endless cups of coffee and staring at the ceiling, Paul, you probably spend a minimal amount of your working hours actually watching your screen”.

“And your eyes never leave your screen, amigo. I don’t know how you do it. No wonder you need those tinted glasses of yours”.

“Well, I figure this is what the government pays us to do so, for eight hours each day, it’s my duty to oblige. Plus, after so long, it would be extremely difficult for me to drop a hundred grand per year by taking a normal lab job”.

Suddenly, Val leaned urgently forward, his eyes having discerned something on his monitor.

“One o’ clock, Paul. Check it out”.

Startled, Paul crashed down in his tilted chair, eyes returning to his own screen, a duplicate of Val’s, his hand involuntarily releasing a cascade of candy, M and Ms rolling across the metallic floor.

Both screens simultaneously arrowed in on the object identified by Val, images expanding as Paul controlled the direction of the viewfinder on the space telescope that provided them with intimate coverage of the night sky. Within seconds, Paul, among his other accomplishments, a nanotechnologist and an expert in the structure of such things, relaxed.

“Just another boring meteorite. Iron-nickel. I can tell by the regmaglypts, the irregular shaped pits. No problem, unfortunately. That’s the way the cookie crumbles”.

Later, as their shift ended, the spotting of the meteorite and its subsequent passage to Earth recorded in the log, the two men exited their work environment, the outraged cries of their shift replacements echoing in their ears as they slipped and crunched on the candy strewn floor. They grinned at each other as they unlocked their cars in the parking lot, the weak, early morning sun dazzling Paul but not bothering Val behind his dark lenses. Paul lamented.

“Another cold, miserable morning. I can’t remember the last time we had a white Christmas”.

Immediately, Val shot back.

“December 25th, 2002. 1.3 inches fell in Wilmington”.

Paul looked askance at his work partner.

“Do you make this shit up? How could you remember that?”

Saying nothing, Val simply shrugged, pulling up his collar against the chilly wind.

“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow, you numbers freak”.

“Yes. Just two days ’til Santa comes”.

“Hey, Val, we need to organise a night out or something. Your wife and mine. Maybe in the New Year. What d’you say?”

“Yeah, definitely, we need to do that”.

As Paul climbed into his brand new Tesla, he, somehow, knew it would never happen. They had been talking about it… for twelve years, five months, two weeks and three days.

The alert came the following day: drones spotted over New Jersey. Reports varied: five, some said, six, others claimed; large, the size of cars according to a New Jersey police chief. Paul arrived for his shift in a heightened state of excitement though Val was his usual phlegmatic self.

The shift they were replacing seemed loath to leave though Delaware had, so far, not seen anything amiss. The unusual happenings in a neighbouring state were causing great excitement within the watchers’ community and the comms channels crackled with constant chatter.

“Can you believe it? Just east of us. Just our damn luck but we’ve been on full alert all day. Washington is saying they don’t know what they are. One eyewitness said they came out of the ocean”, a tired, wide-eyed watcher eagerly reported to the duo.

Alone again, the two settled in front of their screens.

“Val, d’you think this could be for real? D’you think…?”

‘Paul, I don’t believe we should take any notice of mere conjecture but, given the vicinity and its closeness to our own area of observation, I do think that we need to be extra vigilant”.

“Hey, don’t worry, pal. My eyes are never leaving my screen”.

As the night progressed, however, nothing was displayed on the monitors from the space telescope that hovered high over Delaware though, on the various frequencies that shattered the silence of their stations, they listened, enthralled, as word filtered through of several other sightings, maddeningly close to their own area of surveillance and, by shift’s end, the number of reported craft had increased steadily; Washington, despite stating that there was nothing to fear, still unable to identify their origin.

True to his word, Paul had remained watchful throughout the night, an unopened bag of Snickers testament to his attentiveness, and both men, too, were reluctant to leave their posts at the end of their shift, feeling that it was only a matter of time before Delaware, too, became embroiled in the mystery.

Fear, that normal human reaction to anything untoward that cannot be explained, spread swiftly over the ensuing hours. People who relied and depended on their government to reassure them were severely disappointed. Some brave citizens were taking ineffective pot shots at the unidentified craft as their numbers multiplied rapidly. These were not, as first reported, drones. That much was abundantly clear.

Panic followed fear and the roads were soon blocked by the vehicles of those fleeing from their homes, though where to, they did not know, but a mass exodus was taking place in New Jersey. Yet Washington did nothing to assuage concerns, either refusing to divulge the true identity of the spacecraft or simply unable to.

As Paul and Val reported for their shifts on Christmas Day, still, they learned, no sightings had been made over Delaware though New York State and Pennsylvania, both close neighbours, had now experienced numerous craft sightings. The incessant radio chatter confirmed the seriousness of the situation and the two observational physicists studied their screens intently; Paul, finally realising the importance of his chosen profession. Could the nation be under threat from space? The tension was palpable.

Then, an hour before their shift’s end, out of nowhere, an image appeared on their dual monitors; small and faint, at first, but, as it loomed closer, growing ever larger. Excitedly, Paul expertly guided the telescope remotely, zooming in, and gasping aloud as the magnification identified hundreds more craft coming into focus, following close behind the vanguard ship but only serving to accentuate the monstrous size of the lead craft.

“Holy Mother of God. Val, you see that? That’s a frigging mother ship!”

The static of the various frequencies suddenly ceased, all communication cut by some unknown, alien source. Paul, terrified, turned to his partner but Val seemed unperturbed, almost gleeful, pushing away from his work station and turning to Paul, slowly removing his glasses.

“It’s been…interesting, Paul. I’m sorry it has to end this way but, hey, that’s the way the cookie crumbles, right? Happy Christmas!”

Unable to move, Paul stared at the man he had worked alongside for so many years; a man who, after more than twelve years, he suddenly realised, he knew absolutely nothing about A man who, he registered far too late, was, in fact, not a man at all, his bulging, bright red eyes, exposed for the first time, now burning into his own, distorting his vision, the vicious heat melting his very flesh.

TARIFF WARS: China Responds to Trump’s Tantrum with 125% Measures

Has President Trump been successful in containing China and addressing trade issues? Is there a “honeymoon” period for him in this regard?

President Trump has not addressed any trade issues.

He has been reckless, spraying tariff bullets everywhere. In the case of China, he uses the bazooka.

Just to show his power. Instead he shows ignorance. His officials easily coned him that his reciprocal tariffs are derived from sophisticated calculations. He lost international stature and credibility.

Countries are confused. The American public as well. Maybe he himself is confused, hence the stops/goes, and pauses.

China refuses to let him run amok at its expense. It too has the bazooka, and it shot back. No trade issues to settle. This is China’s stance. If you want to trade with us, we are fine, we will trade with you. If you don’t want to trade with us, we are also fine. You ban us your high end chips, we ban you our rare earths minerals. An arm for an arm. China is prepared to decouple with the US.

It has already figure out the consequences. Exports to the US is worth 2.4% of GDP. On the decouple scenario, it may shed its growth by 1.5% points. Easily bearable, less than what it sacrificed when it self-triggered the real estate financial crisis. If necessary, it has plenty of fiscal and monetary space to cover the fall-out. No internal price pressures without imports from the US. It has alternative sources for the agriculture and energy goods. No technology supply pressures. It has overcome US sanctions and is self-reliant.

The US side may be less sanguine. Internal price pressures and shortages of goods may be mild for now, mitigated by the advanced orders to beat the tariffs. But they will start to bite going forward. The ban on rare earths has caused supply problems for the defence contractors, and the major tech companies, such as, Broadcom, Qualcomm, TSMC, Samsung, and Western Digital.

It is the financial markets that are worrying. The Dow, S&P 500, and Nasdaq crashed over 10%. Treasury Bond market is volatile, the 10-year benchmark jumped from below 4% in early April to 4.4% in the current. It had gone past 4.5%. The currency is under pressure, the dollar index fell from over 110 in early January to just over 100 in the current.

This is serious. US is a financialized economy. Values and valuations are determined by the financial markets. The turmoil could cause grave economic distresses, especially as there are worries about recession on top of the stubborn inflation, and the threat of stagflation.

The two countries are now in a full-blown trade war. Trump started it with a bang. No honeymoon period for him or anyone else. There will be no winner. China is calculative, and is is better prepared. Trump is reckless and full of hubris. US is unprepared.

What Is WRONG With This New Generation!?

What did you learn after traveling abroad that you would never have known if you had stayed in Indonesia?

There are no usable toilets inside the White House USA

Taking a photo inside the White House (Personal Documentation)

I received an invitation from the United States government to visit the White House while I was an exchange student there.

The invitation I received was official, because it was given by the American government. For US residents, to get an invitation, they must ask for a recommendation from their respective State Senate. But for non-US residents, I don’t know how they can get the invitation.

Northeast Gate White House. Source: Personal Documentation

Five layers of security must be passed to enter the White House. Once inside, there are several rooms that can be visited, which contain various collections belonging to American presidents from generation to generation. The largest collection that I saw belonged to Barack Obama, George W. Bush, John F. Kennedy, and Abraham Lincoln.

The rooms in the White House have different nuances. Like in the Red Room, all the walls, carpets, curtains, and lighting are red. So are the Blue Room and Green Room, which are blue and green.

Map of rooms in the White House. Source:

Historical Tour of the White House

This is historical material, “frozen in time.” The web site is no longer updated and links to external web sites and some internal pages will not work. Tours Presidents & First Ladies White House Events & Traditions Resources Military

https://georgewbush-whitehouse.archives.gov/history/whtour/

Green Room White House. Source: Personal Documentation.

Blue Room White House. Source: Personal Documentation.

Red Room White House. Source: Personal Documentation

Not all rooms in the White House can be entered. Like the Library, there are barriers that limit the movement of visitors, so that they can only see from the outside. Likewise with the objects there, everything is far from reach, so it is difficult (and indeed not allowed) for visitors to hold.

Library White House. Source: Personal Documentation

Another interesting fact is, inside the White House there are no toilets that visitors can use. Yes, since outside it has been warned by the officers, even explained in the invitation email. So if you want to relieve yourself, you have to leave the White House, and you can’t go back in because the invitation can only be used once.

2. Emergency 911 in the USA really works fast and responsively.

Emergency room of a hospital in Sycamore, Illinois, USA. (Personal Documentation)

I was an exchange student at Northern Illinois University, located in DeKalb, Illinois. One midnight, I was walking to my dorm after a night of studying in the campus library. The temperature was zero degrees Celsius, and the wind was blowing very hard.

After arriving at the dorm and entering my room, I went straight to sleep. Two hours into my sleep, I woke up because of a stomachache. At first it was just a normal ache, but then my stomach felt like it was spinning and I winced while holding my stomach.

My roommate asked about my situation, and asked for help from my friends from the next room. When my friends arrived, they tried to contact the dorm head and the person in charge of my exchange program. But because it was already 2 am, no one responded.

Finally my friend called 911, and asked for medical help for my condition. I thought help would come about 20-30 minutes after the call, but two police officers came to my room three minutes later. Yes, that fast!

Two policewomen came to ask about my condition, asked for my passport and campus ID, and immediately helped me down. On the ground floor, there were also two medical personnel with an ambulance, and a firefighter with his car to deal with emergencies. I was really stunned in the midst of my illness, they came three minutes after the call with a complete formation like this!

After I got into the ambulance, the police and firefighters left the campus, and I was taken to the nearest hospital on the border with Sycamore City, a 20-minute drive away. When I arrived at the hospital, there were already 2 doctors waiting who immediately provided responsive treatment for me. I was then transferred to several rooms, to check the condition of my stomach.

The final result of my emergency examination that night was stomach cramps due to the cold weather (and also a cold, hehe). After a few hours of rest, I was finally allowed to go home that night. And what made me laugh out loud was, around 4 am, I farted quite a lot, and my stomach immediately felt better. HAHAHA. The only medicine for this is supposed to be warm tea and Tolak Angin in Indonesia!

Everything was done very quickly and precisely. And what really amazed me was, everything was well organized and coordinated. All state officials worked together to give their best. If I, a newcomer, was treated very well, of course the locals would also get the same treatment or even better.

Anyway, after I got out of the hospital, I looked at the total emergency bill and if converted to Rupiah it was around 22 million. Luckily everything was covered by insurance, and I could return to campus in peace without having to think about such a large cost just for a cold.

3. Meet the Former Vice President of Uganda

Speciosa Wandira-Kazibwe with Rezki Achyana (Personal Documentation)

It was an honor for me to get to know Uganda’s first female Vice President, Speciosa Wandira-Kazibwe, closely and share stories. I met her in South Africa, when we both represented the Asia-Africa Forum 2018. She is a very humble person, and loves to share. We even had coffee together after the conference and shared stories. She told me a lot about her 10-year experience leading Uganda, empowering women in Uganda as the first president of the African Women’s Committee for Peace and Development of the African Union, and her story of becoming the UN Special Envoy for handling HIV/AIDS in the African continent.

I don’t think I need to share many stories about him, because you can google information about him directly on the internet. There are so many!

But the most important thing is, I am quite confident that African countries will improve a lot because at the 2018 Asia-Africa Forum I met many extraordinary African leaders like Mrs. Kazibwe.

Oh yes, I have a bonus photo with the former President of Mozambique, Joaquim Chissano. I was not that close to him during the conference, but from his background and his role in the political world of Mozambique and the African Union, I am increasingly convinced that Africa will soon show its teeth.

“Trump Plays The Media Like A Fiddle” – Col. Douglas Macgregor

How awful was Steve Jobs as a person?

A friend of mine told a story about how, 25-some years ago, when she was working tech sales with an Apple division, she was at a conference that Steve Jobs also attended. At the end of the day, everyone was going to a restaurant for dinner, and through a snafu she found herself left with Jobs and two other people, whose ride had left them behind.

None of them had a car, so she offered to drive. Problem was, she and her husband were fresh out of school, her husband had started law school and money was tight — she was driving her husband’s old beater car that day. The front passenger seat was a little wonky, in that it tended not to lock in place, and the seat would occasionally slide forward and backwards of its own accord. Of course, that’s where Jobs was sitting. 🙂 It was dark and rainy, she didn’t know the roads that well, and they came up to a toll booth. She didn’t have the exact change, so everyone in the car was scrambling to find the change to get through the toll gate. The defroster didn’t work too well, either, especially with a full car, and Jobs would obligingly wipe the windshield occasionally. They arrived safely, and she figured she had a funny cocktail party story for the rest of her life.

A couple of weeks later, she noticed an extra $300 in her paycheck. She went to her boss and said, “Hey, what happened? Did I get a raise?” He didn’t know, either, but he checked with payroll. He came back with a funny look on his face and told her “Steve said it’s to cover a payment for a new car.” “Steve who?” “Uhh . . . Jobs?”

Brilliant people are frequently difficult — the thing that makes them brilliant also makes them a little too different, sometimes, for social conventions.

I live in the U.S. and always hear about how affordable or free health insurance is in other countries, but I also hear how it is next to impossible to get treatments and appointments. How truthful is this in your country?

I slipped with a kitchen knife and left a superficial mark on my thumb.

It bled a little, and the knife had been used on raw meat, so I applied ethanol and a bandage. A few days later, I noticed a fair amount of redness around the wound.

I went to the doctor’s office about ten minutes away from my house. They told me the next appointment was in six hours, so I booked it, and went home to play Fallout 4.

Six hours later, I saw the doctor. Telling the story took about a minute, and inspecting the wound took another, and he was satisfied at that point that I should take some standard antibiotics, just in case it was, as I suspected, infected.

He wrote out the prescription, asked me if I had any other concerns, and I told him I did not.

With five minutes left in our ten minute appointment, and with little else to do, he figured he may as well take my blood pressure and heart rate. I agreed, and was told everything was good.

I left with the prescription, popped to the pharmacy next door, got my prescription, and that was the end of it.

I didn’t pay a single penny.

The average person, i.e. those that actually paid for this appointment, spend about £600–700 annually in taxes for this service, which covers everything from minor cuts to cancer treatment, and covers everyone from babies to old people.

Nobody is ever bankrupted by this system, nobody is ever left without treatment by this system, nobody is abandoned by this system.

Cherry Cheese Coffee Cake

Ingredients

Cake and Filling

2 (8 ounce) packages refrigerated crescent rolls
8 ounces cream cheese
1/4 cup powdered sugar
1 egg
1/2 teaspoon vanilla or almond extract
1 (21 ounce) can cherry pie filling

Glaze

1/2 cup powdered sugar
2-3 teaspoons milk

Instructions

Heat oven to 350 degrees F.
Unroll crescent dough and arrange 12 of the triangles in a circle with wide ends toward the outside edge of the Large Round Stone – the points will not meet in the center. Lightly flour and roll out the seams making a 14 inch circle with a 3 inch hole in the center.
Combine the cream cheese, powdered sugar, egg and vanilla and spread over dough. Top with pie filling.
Cut each of the 4 remaining triangles into thirds (starting at the wide end opposite the point and cutting lengthwise to the point). Arrange over filling evenly in spoke-like pattern. Press ends to seal at center and outer edges.
Bake for 25 to 30 minutes or until golden brown.
Cool slightly.
Mix powdered sugar and milk until glaze consistency and drizzle over coffee cake.

Attribution

Pampered Chef

What is one thing you caught your parents doing that you wish you had never seen?

When Your Mama and Daddy Say “No” — Do It Anyway!

Wanna get Mama a ring? Daddy a brand-new Skil saw? DO IT!
Even if they say, “We don’t need anything.”
“We don’t want anything…”

Now, my Daddy’s long gone — Agent Orange got him. Retired at 55, and passed a few years later.
So now it’s just Mom… well, Mom and my little sister and me. And we deal with her the best we can. 😂

ME: “Mom? What do you want for your birthday?”
MOM: “Nothing! I don’t need anything! I’ve got everything!”

Her Birthday:
We got her puzzles. Word search books. A food basket. More chocolate (like she’s ever in danger of running out). And another grabby thingie with a flashlight. She loved it so much, she had me buy her another. She’s got three now.

Christmas:
More puzzles. More word search books. A snack basket. A food basket. “Warmy-Warmies” for the cold — blankets, PJs, cozy stuff. And yep… more chocolate.
Since I’m the only one that bakes, I brought homemade holiday cookies and “Chocolate Overload Brownies” so ooey-gooey the fudge literally goes every which way but… 🤤

Just Because:
We’ve gotten her all her favorites — cake, apple fritters, and I bring over hot, fresh cooking.
My little sister and her hubby #2 takes her out to eat.
Oh — and did I mention? She’s well over 90 now.

This Year – Easter:
MOM: “I don’t want anything. Don’t need an Easter dinner.”
ME: LOL okay, sure Mom.
I’m making her favorite: smoked turkey with all the fixings.
And a “ShishkaBoom” basket of Easter chocolates and cookies, labeled:
“To: [Her Name] — I couldn’t find your house! Love, the Easter Bunny.” 🐰
(Sissy’s still undecided, but she’s always slow – she’ll find something.)

Will Trump Deliver Peace? – Jeffrey Sachs, Alexander Mercouris & Glenn Diesen

Its cold in them those Winter Steel Mills

I used to work in a steel mill, I wrote about this earlier. But what I didn’t write about is what it was like.

Today, I want to talk about, a little perhaps, about what it was like in the Winter while being in a steel factory.

Guys… imagine this; it’s cold out and everything is frozen.

And you have to go out to the mill and count the “steel rings” loaded on the pallets.

And so you dutifully put on your steel-toed boots.

Don your hard hat, and put on your coat and go out into the plant.

And you go into the warehouse.

Snow is drifting in through the wide open garage doors.

Pallets upon pallets of steel.

And you know what… they are thermal sinks. They retain the temperature.

If it is hot, it is hotter inside the factory.

And if it is cold, it is FROZEN inside the factory.

Frozen.

Not only cold, but my poor feet were surrounded by the steel protective gauntlet inside the boot. My toes were always frozen. OMG!

It was always PAINFUL.

This is just a simple sample of what it is like working for a living as a man in a factory.

It’s not about the dirt, the grease, the constant berating, and the life-threatening working environments.

It’s also about the discomfort.

Going into that mill was like spending hours in Siberia. I kid you not.

Now, guys, sure I spent much of my time in the offices, but you just gotta go out and deal with the product directly. And that is often a harsh environment. Whether it is steel in a freezing cold warehouse, a hot automobile engine broken down at the side of the road, a maze of pipes in a massive cracking facility in the desert, or a water side testing contraption.

You have to go there and deal.

Not all of us can sit at desks in an office, drink coffee, and talk crap.

Some of us gotta deal with it.

My rant for today. Have a good one, you all…

Why don’t we fight China now? Won’t China become stronger the longer we wait?

Is this question asked by Americans?

Let me answer this as a Chinese.

If you want to fight, then fight, don’t talk nonsense,

If you don’t want to fight, don’t keep talking slanderously and blaming China for whatever you want.

I don’t know if this kind of shrewish behavior of swearing in the streets and speaking ill of people behind their backs is the attitude that a world-class hegemonic country should display.

If you don’t believe it, you can take a look at the remarks and attitudes of the official media of China and the United States.

For a long time, China’s official media never reported any negative news from foreign countries. Now, although it has begun to report, it is all based on objective facts.

Isn’t the sole task of the news media to report correct and credible news?

In my opinion, the American media habitually spreads rumors and fabricates fake news.

I want to say that you can correctly report all negative news in China. For these news, you can find relevant reports from Chinese domestic news media with just a few clicks of your fingers.

You don’t have to report any positive news about China. But please don’t spread rumors, slander, or make a fuss.

This will make you look very low and not the posture that a world’s most powerful country should display.

As a world overlord, you should look at the world with an emperor’s mentality, not like a robber or thief.

Always looking down on the good things of others.

An emperor should have a heart that tolerates all things, takes everything calmly and unhurriedly, and has the freedom and majesty to stand high on the throne and overlook the ups and downs of all living beings.

Rather than chattering endlessly, or collaborating with Nazi garbage countries like “Israel”.

The United States has disappointed me, a Chinese, so much.

I hope you can have a true emperor’s mentality instead of like a worthless robber.

Honey Mustard Glazed Turkey Breast

Yield: 6 servings

Ingredients

1 bone-in turkey breast half (2 1/2 to 3 pounds)
1 (14 1/2 ounce) can chicken broth
1/3 cup honey
1/4 cup Dijon mustard
1/4 cup cold water
2 garlic cloves, pressed
1 tablespoon cornstarch
1 teaspoon paprika
1/4 teaspoon coarsely ground black pepper

Instructions

Heat oven to 350 degrees F. Lightly spray Square Baker pan with vegetable oil.
Place turkey breast, skin side up, into baker pan.
In small batter bowl, combine chicken broth, honey, Dijon mustard, water, garlic, cornstarch, paprika and black pepper; whisk until smooth using whisk. pour mixture over turkey breast.
Bake uncovered, 1 1/2 to 2 hours, basting every 20 minutes.
Remove turkey from oven when Thermometer inserted into thickest part of breast registers 170 degrees F.
Remove turkey breast from pan; place on cutting board and let stand 10 minutes before carving.
Pour honey mustard sauce from pan into gravy boat; thin sauce with hot water to desired consistency, if necessary.
Carve turkey into thin slices; serve with sauce.

Nutrition

Per serving: Calories 370, Fat 13g, Sodium 650mg, Dietary Fiber 0g

Attribution

Pampered Chef

John Wick does tactical shopping

What’s the life of a semi driver like? How long are they driving before they get tired? What items would I find in a semi truck?

In my 32 years as a professional driver, I have come to accept a few realities of my chosen profession,

I have a house I don’t live in
I have a car I don’t drive
I have a wife I don’t see
I have pets I don’t play with
In my 38 year relationship with my wife, I have been away from her more than with, yet our marriage has endured
I eat out of paper bags and Styrofoam boxes
I am often treated with disdain by other members of the motoring public who are ignorant of the dynamics of controlling a 70 foot long, 40 ton vehicle safely
I have been stranded on the side of the road, broken down for hours waiting for help, more times than I can remember
I have driven in freezing cold, blistering heat, wind driven rain, pea soup fog, blinding blizzards, a forest fire, two hurricanes and have done so safely
I am expected to be on time for my delivery appointments yet made to wait around for hours needlessly and inexplicably to get unloaded
My job is under the influence of man, nature, and machine. The only thing certain about this job is, there are no certainties
My peers consist of people from all walks of life, genders (I have on two separate occasions had the pleasure of spending time with a transgender and transvestite truck driver) religions, and skin colors, most of whom are chronic complainers with very poor fashion sense (multiple layers of flannel shirts??!!). Underneath it all we’re all the same, skilled professionals and we look out for our own.

And yet, at the end of the day, this is my chosen profession of which I am fiercely proud. I have no intention of retiring and intend to do this as long as I’m physically able because, what could be better than this?

Home, sweet home,

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What are the implications of a laptop saying “manufactured in China”?

All laptops are (one way or the other) made in China.

Most specifically, in the mega-city of Shenzhen and the Pearl River delta. Home of 138 million people. Compare that to the pathetic New York City with a mere 6 million people.

But I digress.

Those companies that “manufacture computers” in other nations, such as the United States are not really factories. They are assembly houses. They source parts and components from China, and then they assemble and test them in their home country. It’s a very common practice.

Now many people get confused by this.

They argue that they get their RAM from Korea, and their microprocessor from Taiwan, and their hard drive from a United States company. Which actually makes me chuckle.

All of which has components MADE INSIDE OF CHINA.

Actually, it’s one of the ways that I (personally) make money. I work with the owners, buyers and COOs of these foreign companies and arrange the manufacture to spec, and quality testing of the components that they will assemble into their products.

It’s pretty deceptive to someone to believe that they are having an American-made products, with American components when 90% of it is sourced one way or the other out of China. TRUTH.

The Best of: Jimmy O. Yang

I know what you’re thinking.

Submitted into Contest #207 in response to: A journalist has been granted permission to visit the premises of a lab carrying out top-secret work. They could never have anticipated what they’d find…… view prompt

John Steckley

I Know What You’re Thinking“George, while you were in the bathroom, we received a call from the university for you.”“I hope that they don’t want to take my degree away after having a second look at the papers I wrote way back when.”“Very funny George.

This is serious.

Apparently there is a group of scientists at the university who have made what they called a great discovery. So far no outsiders know about this discovery, and they want you to interview them and observe the effectiveness of what they have invented.”“Wow.

Well I did take a first year foundational course in science when I was there, and I got a good mark, the highest mark that year for me.”“No George, they were apparently quite impressed with the article you wrote about the strengths and weaknesses of electric cars and self-propelling lawnmowers.”“When do they want me?”“As soon as you can get there.

They are quite eager to let the world know what they have discovered.”George grabbed his camera and his recording device, and sprinted out of the office, into his car, and sped down to the university.

Although it had been years since he was last on the campus, he found his way to the science building easily enough.

He was greeted on the main floor by a university security officer, and told to take the elevator to the top floor.

George was surprised by what he saw when he arrived at his destination and the elevator door opened. There were two police officers standing there, one of whom asked him whether his name was George Stanley, and did he have ID on him to prove that he was who he said he was.

He replied in the positive, took out his wallet and showed the officer his driver’s license. He was then escorted by the two officers into the room that apparently housed the experiment. Everyone in the room except for the officers, and, of course, himself, wore long white lab coats.

The one who seemed to be the leader approached him and said, “Before we explain what it is that we have discovered, we are going to demonstrate it to you, with you as the research subject.”George began to feel a little nervous at this point. The leader then reassured him that this experiment would be painless.

“I am just going to expose you to some electro-magnetic waves, that will pair up with the waves created by your brain.

What we are going to show you is our lie detector. I am pretty sure that you are about to tell me that such a device has already been developed, but it really has not.

What was previously invented is what we call a psychophysiological detector of deceptions, and it is not infallible.

It is more an intimidator that it is a detector – no intimidation, no detection.For our invention to work we have to influence a person’s brainwaves with the waves from our machine.

Now stand still. What I want you to do after I send the waves your way is to have you say what colour comes into your mind. If it is the same one that we have programmed our wave machine to send your way, then the two of you are connected. And we will be able to catch you in a lie.

George was usually a big talker, with a sarcastic comment for every occasion. In this case he was more than a little stunned by the experience, and said nothing. When the device was turned on, he heard a kind of buzzing in his brain, that had lasted a few seconds, later to fade away.

Then the scientist pointed the device at him again, and there was a different tone of buzzing, followed by the word ‘brown’ resounding in his head several times.“Okay, George, what was the colour?

”After a few seconds, in which George seriously contemplated giving a wrong answer, he said “brown.”“Right! Now George, we are going to ask you a question, to which you can lie or tell the truth. We will tell you which one it is. George, are you married?”

George said that he was, and the lead scientist correctly replied with “That’s a lie”. George just nodded his head in response.

“We are now going to explain to you how it works. Let us know if you don’t understand. It is highly technical of course.”

George then asked a question, “Are you not going to de-program me first?”

The reply hit him like a hammer blow.

“Oh, we cannot do that. We tried, but could not find a way to do that, so we ended that part of the research. We feel that it would be relatively harmless to keep people programmed, as we will have absolute control of the devices. There will be no misuse.”

George recorded the explanations of different aspects of the technology, so his complete attention was on what he was learning. He had the distinct impression that when he did not quite get what they were saying, they would repeat what they had said slowly and with more explanation.

When he was about to leave, the lead scientist asks him a peculiar question. “When are you going to be writing this piece?” He replied by telling the man that he always wrote his articles as soon as he arrived at work at nine o’clock in the morning, as he was a ‘morning person’.

He gave his standard joke about that saying, “I never wrote anything intelligent in the afternoon.”

After he had left and was driving back to the newspaper office, he wondered that the repetition of the explanations that he didn’t quite follow was the product of their ‘reading his mind’. He wondered how far he would have to go to be beyond their range. Or would there be no ‘beyond the range’.

He knew from his regular reading of scientific journals that electro-magnetic waves were used to travel far into space. Travelling on earth should not then pose a significant challenge to their use.

When he got back to the newspaper office, he went straight away to talk to the editor to explain the problem he would have with writing an unbiased article on the research. The editor, whom George respected for his intelligence, particularly as it was demonstrated in his ability to write meaningful articles, presented him with a strategy that could resolve his problem.

He followed it to the letter. The next morning, at precisely nine o’clock, he first wrote an article that was solidly supportive of the research, and the researchers. Minutes after he was finished the draft copy of this piece, he received a phone call from the lead researcher, who stated that he was sure that whatever he wrote would be fine with them. He should not worry about “getting it right”.

Then, as the editor had suggested, he wrote what he truly felt, giving the article the title “Do you want to be programmed?” It had a powerful impact on the readers. The research ethics committee of the university soon declared that they would cut the funding of the project until such time as they found a way to deprogram those who were subjected to the waves.

The committee asked George whether he wanted to be a research subject, as he was one of the very few who had been programmed, the others being university students who had badly needed the money.

While he was apprehensive of the scientists ‘messing with my mind’, particularly after the critical article that he wrote, he agreed to participate as he wanted his brain purged of the effect of the waves.

When he made his return to their research room, his first words were “I know what you’re thinking.” There was an initial silence.

Then they laughed.

Joe Wong: Building A Wall Didn’t Work For China

Why do white people deny that white privilege exists?

Let me tell you how the other night, a “person of color” pointed a gun at my entire family – my husband, myself, our 3 kids 8,9,11 and my brand new 4 month old baby. That white privilege didn’t kick in though. Despite having a literal video, a license plate, witnesses – the cops have done nothing. The detective told us they see things like this all of the time with these thugs and he’d “get to it when he gets to it. But the DA might not even prosecute”.

I was shocked, considering our white friend brandished his firearm in self defense a while back, despite legally having the right to – he was ripped out of his house and had his firearm taken from him “while they investigated”

I, like the idiot I must be, assumed they would certainly go grab this animal that threatened to kill my family, immediately. Considering he was not provoked nor threatened in any way. I now have seen firsthand the privilege cops and district attorneys are giving persons of color. All to avoid having to deal with the criminals that support BLM and risk the bad press and losing a vote in my liberal shit hole state.

Comix for fun

If World War 3 happens, will America, China, or Russia be the last country to survive?

The country that survives should be China.

The nuclear weapons of the United States and Russia are superior in quantity, and most of them are nuclear warheads produced during the Cold War 40 to 50 years ago. China’s nuclear weapons are superior in quality, and many of them are new nuclear warheads produced in the past decade.

Russia’s nuclear missiles are mainly deployed in fixed launch silos, which are not very mobile and it is difficult to ensure the second nuclear strike capability. After the disintegration of the Soviet Union, Russia’s finances were not abundant, and the nuclear weapon launch system was not updated much.

The United States’ nuclear missiles are mainly deployed on nuclear submarines; the United States’ nuclear missiles are mainly deployed on missile launch vehicles. Mobility means having a second nuclear strike capability.

Broadly speaking, there is no winner in nuclear war!

Who can build more underground projects to protect more people?
Who can regain control of the territory first?
Who can rebuild civilization in the territory of nuclear radiation?

Then, who is the winner of the third world war.

The one who can’t do it is the loser.

Considering China’s huge population size and their infrastructure capabilities, as well as its preparations for nuclear bombing since the 1960s, it goes without saying who is the winner. (China has been under nuclear threat since the 1960s and has always been prepared. China should be the country with the most underground fortifications in the world.)

Even after the nuclear bomb fell, the war never ended.

The birth of human civilization is accompanied by war, and the restarted human civilization will also be shrouded in the haze of war.

Wife Wants My Forgiveness After Revealing She Had “Relations” With 50+ Guys Without Protection…

Conceal carriers, where do you put your gun when you use the restroom?

Welcome to our nightmare! The concern of having to take a shit, and forgetting one’s firearm in, say, a restaurant’s restroom is scary. I’ll explain the situation and provide a perfect solution.

Obviously, if you are a dude, and you’re taking a piss, it’s not a problem. It’s on your belt and it’s not going to be interfered with. If it’s on a duty belt and you go take a shit, it’s obviously on the belt and that’s a lot of crap, very visible and you generally hang that off the top of the stall or the bathroom door handle if it’s a single unit and odds are you have to contend with the vest as well, so that’s another reminder. (I don’t take shits wearing my vest.) The problem comes in when one has an IWB, inside the waist band type holster, which is a compact unit, which is removable from the belt, and when dropping one’s pants, it’s necessary to remove the firearm in holster from the belt. Many people simply put int on the toilet tank or counter near the sink (Most common but damn BAD PRACTICE), if there is one and sadly, some have left them there. The most publicly reported, INTERNATIONAL one was someone on some royal protection detail, left a firearm in a public bathroom, in the UK. The horror! It’s a gun! So not only are there potential legal, safety, and liability issues, it can be a career killer.

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While reading the comments about the aforementioned incident, one old cop had the simplest solution that should work well and it provides an example of WHY sometimes the best information is in the comments from readers on any subject. You put the gun, still in holster, in your underwear, which is at your ankle level. There’s absolutely no way that you’re going to miss it if you forget you have a pistol on you and thoughtlessly begin pulling up your briefs and trousers. It’s right there! It’s heavy, it’s noticeable and it’s where you have to do something and touch something to move on to the next step, as opposed to resting it on the counter near the sink, the floor, or the top of the toilet tank where you can get distracted or experience the “I gotta leave impulse we often have after taking a dump. So put it, in your IWB holster, in your briefs when you shit. This is a great solution for males and females. The simplicity matches the likely certainty of it, make it a habit and it should work out well.

A Snapchat Catfisher Is Trying To Con A Bro Out Of His Money, Let’s Help Him With A Dose Of Reality!

I’ve been catfished. Sad to say.

It happens to the best of us. Let this story be a lesson.

Take the *slaps*.

Learn.

Coconut Octopus

Khadija S. Mohammad

“Octopuses?” Thomas spluttered.The girl smiled. “Popular misconception. Logically, the plural is octopodes. Although publicly it’s still octopuses.” He rubbed the back of his head. Try to unearth the biggest scientific secret of the century, and all you end up with is a headache and a lesson in octopus plurals.“Come with me, our secret is in here.” She was laughing at him?He followed her through a wide door and into a glaring white chamber. As his eyes grew accustomed to the light he noticed boxes of blue and other bright colours dotting the room. Octopus tanks.The girl strode towards the farthest wall, avoiding the tanks and other obstacles with ease. Thomas was not so lucky; His natural clumsiness asserted itself, and by the time he stood next to her, three items were displaced, and one was broken. He was vaguely aware of a white figure glaring at his back as it cleaned up the mess.In front of them, a blank wall. The girl leaned into the wall and placed her eye in front of a hidden sensor. Slowly, the protective covering went up and what faced them was another octopus tank. “This is Hàixiū,” she said, putting her hand against the glass. Thomas spotted a small jellyfish-like shape in one corner. He pointed at it.“Yes, that’s her. Hàixiū is Chinese for ‘shy’.”A small squeak came from the corner of the room. Thomas turned and saw a silver-rimmed octopus tank with a young man standing in front of it, looking like something from a black-and-white movie. His skin was pale, almost white, and his clothes were black and grey. He squeaked at the octopus in front of him, and leant close to the tank, whispering like the breeze on a cold day. Thomas pointed at him and looked inquisitively at the girl.”Hàorán. He’s a little mad,” she explained, lowering her voice. “Ever since he came here he’s been whispering to Kuàisù, his octopus. He seems to think that Kuàisù can learn to talk.” Thomas glanced back at Hàorán and wondered…A man of about twenty walked in. “There you are Mimi. It’s time for Hàixiū’s injection.”

“Just a moment, Hui. Our journalist needs something to write about. Is it okay if he stays?” Hui nodded.

They put on gloves and found equipment while Thomas watched, occasionally glancing back at the tank. Hàixiū didn’t move.

“Turn on the Mush,” said Mimi. Thomas raised an eyebrow. “Just watch, it will explain itself.” Hui pressed a button on another wall and Thomas waited for something to happen.

Mimi pulled her gloves above her elbows and stretched her arms towards the tank. Thomas stared. Mush. Her hands just sank through it, the glass melting and moulding around them. The octopus flew – right to the other end of the tank.

“Come back here, you little monster,” Mimi said playfully. Hàixiū refused to come nearer, waiting until Mimi was just close enough to touch an arm with her fingertips before jetting away, pointing her suckers at them. And that’s what you are, she seemed to say. Not so much shy as cheeky, Thomas thought.

Hui talked while Mimi chased the elusive Hàixiū around the tank. “We take them out every day and inject them with Systimosin. It’s a kind of stimulant.”

“Got you!” said Mimi, grabbing hold of an arm and struggling to hold her still. “Hurry up Hui, she’s really strong.”

“Coming, coming.” He passed her a syringe filled with a thick, colourless liquid. “It was developed for the first time in this lab a few weeks ago. It supplies new connections in the octopodes’ brain, making it smarter. We’re also expecting it to give them a longer life span.”

Mimi injected the liquid into Hàixiū’s arm, then let go of her. “She’s developing faster than the others. They’re all developing faster than I expected.” Hui laughed.

“If you have any questions, ask Mimi. She’s the biggest octopus expert around here. I’m just the assistant.” Something is his voice – in the words he spoke? The way he spoke? – hit Thomas like a wave. He’d always been sensitive to emotions. If you don’t talk, you get to listen longer. And words aren’t the only thing you can listen to.

He put up a hand, a Wait, please sign; He wanted to write. He hoped his face would say what his hands couldn’t. He’d never been the best at polite talk. Or impolite talk.

Somehow they understood. Hui left. Mimi waited, then began walking him round a tour again, stopping at each new tank to add a special comment about the octopus inside.

“Each octopus is different,” she explained, “They each have their own personalities. This is Yonggan,” as they neared another tank where an octopus was attached to the glass. “We joke that he’s Hàixiū’s soulmate, the two are exact opposites. Yonggan is very playful; He loves new people. We expected him to develop the fastest, but Nature never makes things easy.” Thomas nodded and bent over his notebook as they walked on. “They’re each named after their most prominent traits, it makes them easier to place and helps when we forget which name is attached to which octopus.” He nodded again.

They walked on, carefully avoiding Hàorán’s corner, where he continued whispering to Kuàisù, ignoring them completely, or just not seeing them.

“Remember, this is top-secret work. No leaks,” Mimi said. Thomas rolled his eyes. I’m a journalist. Whatever I see, the public sees. Suddenly he bent over his notebook, writing something and ripping it out to show her.

“What if one of the scientists leak?” She read. “That’s simple; They wouldn’t. I would trust any one of my crew with my life. We all trust each other.” Thomas wasn’t satisfied, but he kept quiet as they moved to the next tank.

“And this is Xiaochou, the clown. You wouldn’t think that he was nocturnal, would you?” Xiaochou was currently doing octopus backflips, front flips, and side flips.

“We always use Amphioctopus marginatus, the Coconut or Veined octopus, for our experiments. We tried using other types, but Systimosin doesn’t create intelligence, it just increases what’s already there, so they either showed no signs of developing or died when we tried increasing the dose.”

Thomas was confused. Surely she was fond of the creatures after working with them for weeks, but he couldn’t detect any emotions from her when she talked of their deaths.

“The government decided that it was too damaging to risk too many tests, so they only granted permission for 10 octopodes, 5 tests each. It’s at the edge of our limit; If an octopus died now…” She shivered. “Well, hopefully all goes to – ”

“Hàixiū is out!” The steady thud of feet on the spotless white floor, squeaks, squeals and more shouting. Only Hàorán stayed where he was, a surprised but smug grin on his face. Why, Thomas wondered. Somehow, the alleged madman fascinated him.

He followed Mimi back to Hàixiū’s tank, notebook forgotten, where a group of teuthologists stood in a loose circle, talking. He caught a few words. “- before we expected.”

“She’s certainly developing fast,” Mimi commented, “She wasn’t scheduled to escape for a few weeks.” Nobody seemed panicked. In fact, nobody was even looking for Hàixiū. It was as if they all knew that she would be back soon, like she was a colleague who had just gone out for a coffee and would return in a few minutes. Thomas stood awkwardly behind the group, staring absent-mindedly into Hàixiū’s empty tank.

“Hui?” Mimi called. Hui walked in and looked at her expectantly. “She should be near the vent in the test room, could you bring her in please?” Hui nodded and left.

He returned a minute later with a frozen look of panic on his face. “She’s not there.”

No one knew what to do. The chances of her not doing what they expected were a thousand to one. They froze.

Suddenly everyone was moving, and Thomas watched with an amused smile. This is what happens when you become too logical, he thought. Resuming his watch on the tank, he let his mind roam, headlines and front-page news drifting in and out of his consciousness.

“Where could she be?” “What’s happened to her?” “What if she’s got out?” “Why didn’t we calculate correctly?” People zipping back and forth, searching the rooms, searching the vents, making more calculations and searching again.

Half an hour later, the panic was broken, the problem still unsolved. In place of blind frenzy came desperation for some, depression for others. Some were sitting cross-legged on the floor, crying, knowing that Hàixiū was already dead, some continued stubbornly searching. Thomas was still glued to the glass, trying to appear oblivious to his surroundings, overwhelmed with the emotions that flooded the lab. A single octopus meant so much to them. In the passageway, a man was on his knees, praying.

As Thomas stared through the tank, something caught his eye. “Mimi,” he shouted, realising he didn’t know her last name. His voice was scratchy and thick with disuse. She lifted her head from her hands and looked around, unsure of who was calling her. “She’s here.”

Everyone crowded around him, following his finger to the small jellyfish-like shape in the corner. Mimi squealed with relief. Hui and another man slapped each other on the back. Tears were forgotten, driven away by almost hysterical laughter.

Thomas was confused, alone in his thoughts. Hàixiū had always been there; She hadn’t moved from when he first entered the room. And throughout the commotion that had followed her ‘disappearance’, no one had admitted coming near the tank. ‘Hàixiū is out’…

Safe in his corner, Hàorán laughed. Kuàisù had proved his worth.

Ronny Chieng Explains Why Chinese People Love Money

How is China’s domination in lab-grown diamonds shaking up and destabilizing the traditional global diamond market?

You want to buy a Diamond ring

A 4 Carat cut and polished ring at Chow Sang Sang in Beijing retails at a whopping 320,000 Yuan

Same 4 Carat Synthetic Diamond ring can be purchased for 42,000 Yuan

No Amateur can tell the difference

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Not even a Loupe can tell the difference these days

You need a Gemological Certificate & LIBS or Spectroscopy reports

Nirav Modi, the legend 😁😁😁😁😁

He claimed to spend $ 400 Million (₹ 2700 Crore) in buying Natural Diamonds but spent $ 46 Million in buying Synthetic Diamonds from China vide HK and likely (ALLEGEDLY) siphoned off $ 354 Million

The ED who confiscated his diamonds thought the value was ₹ 3,130 Crore found their value to be less than ₹350 Crore

So a Gemological certificate isn’t exactly iron clad evidence

Only the RETAILER is

Tiffanys, Cartiers etc who have a reputation sell absolutely doubt free Natural diamonds

China makes 77% of the World’s synthetic diamonds

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India is a huge market and we import 24% of Synthetic Diamonds and also make 9% of Synthetic Diamonds

Why is the Global Market shaken up?

36% Diamond Buyers were those who scrimped and saved for years or took heavy credit card debts to buy Diamond Jewelry with Natural Diamonds

Today those buyers can easily pay 20% of the price and buy Synthetic Diamonds with 18K Gold Jewelry which can deceive 99% of the world as being authentic

So those customers will NEVER buy natural diamonds again

So value of diamonds is driven down drastically

Disadvantages of Synthetic Diamonds:-

They can’t be RESOLD or HOCKED easily

Pawnbrokers pay you 60% value of Natural Diamonds and you can resell them for 100% Value or even greater value in the same retail outlet at a later delate

They are easily convertible to cash

Meanwhile Synthetic Diamonds fetch less than 30% value at a Pawnbroker and reselling them means at least 50% discount

What is the best 5th generation fighter in the world, and why?

What is the best 5th generation fighter in the world? What are the criteria? These are the questions I have asked for sometime now.

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I will tackle this question.

I will evaluate it based on current fighters abilities not the SU-57M or Block 4 F-35. I also do not care about numbers in total built. I agree that in a real war that matters. However for this question it does not. This question is simple to me, if I could only have 1 of these fighters to protect my country which one would it be.

Lets start with the biggest question does the fighter have to have all the parameters that Lockheed Martin laid out when they developed the 5th generation brand? I would say no you do not, as those goal posts were moved by Lockheed themselves in order to get the F-35 to fit the as a 5th generation fighter title. Super maneuverability and Supercruise was removed with the reasoning being since there are no more dogfights( which will turn out to be incorrect) and speed is not important anymore. Consequently I will not be holding the fact that the SU-57 does not have serrated nozzles yet or the J-20 lacking supercruise ability. There will be one caveat to this discussion there is quite limited information J-20 just as the Chinese prefer it but this will make a comparison to other fighters more challenging but I will do my best.

Lets start by defining what I believe makes the best 5th gen aircraft. It would be the best all around aircraft that if you could only have one of these 5th generation fighters in your inventory, which one is best able to carry out A2A, A2G, standoff attacks and air superiority would it be. that the basis of the this discussion lets begin.

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BVR

The West has convinced the world that air battles will now be fought only from beyond visual range(BVR). In this scenario sensors are king, and how far your radar can pick up a target and create a firing solution is what matters. In this regard I will talk about the individual abilities of the fighters not a grouping of fighters working in unison. In the case of BVR other than the sensors the missiles are the most important weapon in the arsenal of these fighters. We should now look at how each fighter stacks up in these categories

F-35

The F-35 uses the APG-81 with 1000-1600 T/R modules and a range of 200km and 110km on 1sqm target the EOTS is a combination of IRST and FLIR that has shown range out to 90kms not sure what range it can create a firing solution from officially but it is believed to be around 50kms from what is in open sources.

The missiles for air-to-air are the AIM-120D which incorporates active seeker with a max range of 160km and a predicted NEZ of 70km in stealth configuration and when stealth is not required the AIM-9X for short range attacks. Both missiles can be shot off boresight even at targets in the rear hemisphere. Max air-to-air load out in stealth configuration is 4 AIM-120D. Both missile can receive datalink correction from F-35

F-22

The F-22 uses the APG-77 with 1500 -2200 T/R modules with a range of 400km on a 1sqm target it does not have any kind of optical tracking abilities as it was designed as a pure air superiority fighter and the US had rejected IRST as general rule in fighter aircraft at this time. It also has the AN/ALR 94 with passive sensors with a claimed range of 463kms to detect radar signals.

The missiles are very similar to the F-35, with AIM-120D as primary medium distance and the AIM-9X. The F-22 does not have the ability to shoot off boresight missiles but can carry 6 AIM-120D and 2 AIM-9X in stealth configuration.

J-20

The J-20 uses the Type 1475 with approximately 2000T/R modules which are rumored to Gallium nitride which would make for a very powerful radar. Before people say that cannot be possible, China makes 98% of the world production of Gallium. The only numbers to be found is a range of 200km. They also claim the J-20 has an IRST but again there is no real open source information specifications.

The missiles used by the J-20 are the PL-15 with an AESA radar seeker and 200km range and dual pulse motor. For short range it uses the PL-10 with an imaging infrared (IIR) seeker, thrust-vectoring exhaust nozzle, laser proximity fuse, and reportedly boasts a 90-degree off-boresight capability.

SU-57

The SU-57 is a bit different than all the others, it has 4 X-band radars that cover 360° The nose radar has 1514 T/R modules with a range of 400km on 1sqm targets and two side arrays with 414 T/R modules each with range of 110km+ there no numbers on T/R of the rear radar it may be RWR only or another full radar. The Felon also incorporates two L-band arrays in which many argue about their uses but I believe because they are part of the radar system. It also has probably the best IRST in current fighter with the quantum well technology(QWIP) with minimum range 130km. The OLS-50M and 101KS-V Infra-red Search And Track System ( IRST ) is designed to detect heat emissions from aircraft and missiles passively. IRST are essentially thermographic cameras that detect and track heat sources without emitting any radiation in the process ( passive ).

The SU-57 in stealth mode can carry the R-77M a medium distance dual pulse motor missile with a range of up to 193km with datalink the missile has a AESA seeker that when it picture is completed may have largest NEZ of any missile again that is opinion not a fact. The R-37M has a version called the Izdeliye 810 with folding wings. There are pictures of it being manufactured and information it would be included in the SU-57E so we will assume it is an option. The range is said to be 300km+. For short range internal bays the RVV-MD2 missiles is equipped with a combined guidance system, which includes inertial guidance plus a multi-element double-channel infrared seeker with increased resistance to interference, plus a radio correction receiving channel. The missile can independently determine its coordinates in space, regardless of external factors. The scanning area of the homing seeker in the forward hemisphere is 180°, which allows tracking all evasive maneuvers of the attacked enemy aircraft.

BVR Analysis

This will be a contentious topic as the Westerners have a very hard time with accepting anything but clear dominance and that is simply is not the case if you look at the open source available data. The fact is that the F-22 and the SU-57 are the standouts in this category. Yes the F-35 networking with multiple platforms is a great ability but we cannot look at things from that perspective. In a battle AWACS will be destroyed and communications disrupted. The individual abilities of the fighter to perform in a contested environment is the measuring stick. The SU-57 and F-22 radars outrange both the F-35 and J-20 along with longer range passive sensors. The SU-57 has upper hand in missile range and ability to fire totally passively. The AN/ALR-94 cannot create a firing solution without the use of its radar which will alert fighters to being targeted, especially the SU-57 with 4 X-band radars.

There is one more combat avionics system made especially for BVR that the SU-57 has, it is unique in the fighter aviation community. It is called BOSES-TU ‘Duel’ ,this is from one western sources in 2014 :

”This is the first time we have seen such a system anywhere. This system enables the aircraft to be programmed with the capabilities of its adversary, allowing for the aircraft to track its opponent and recommend optimized decisions to the pilot, creating a fine balance of man and machine. Such a system is only the tip of the iceberg with what can be done, it’s the first time we have seen the introduction of AI on a combat platform.”

Aircraft Operational Recommendation Expertise System of Tactical Level called ‘Duel’ for usage in BVR combat. Besides the Su-35S ,only the new Su-57 has this combat system. Something like this western fighters do not possess. What is the story about? Thanks to Russian Intel ,hundreds of flight and maneuvering performance data, combat potential and other details and data for all operational western 4th and 5te gen fighters are stored in two 6-processor/Elbrus-4S/ digital comps type Baget-53-31M. So this system helps pilot of Su-35/57 to take decisions and actions in BVR combat in all possible tactical/combat scenarios: 1vs1,1vs2,2vs1,2vs2,2vs4 or vice versa and in squadron level.

In conclusion the BVR battle will most like be won by the F-22 or SU-57.

Stealth

Next we will cover the stealth of each aircraft,:

F-22 – Has a claimed RCS of 0.0001sqm. Whether this is correct or not it is the number most often quoted. While I have my doubts about the veracity of theses claims I will not cover that here and will just use the above number. This makes the F-22 the most stealthy fighter in the world.

F-35 – Has a claimed RCS of 0.001sqm. This would have it ranked as the second best stealth fighter in the world

J-20 – There are no official claimed numbers from the Chinese for the J-20. Therefore I choose to reputable modeler Dhimas Afihandarin who has estimated the J-20 to be around 0.2sqm which even he admits seems high but that is what the modeling says, therefore since we have nothing else to go by that is the number I have to be settled on.

SU-57 – There are many that try to use the patent as the basis for the SU-57 in which case the we should the ATF for the F-22 which called for the fighter to be 100x smaller than 10sqm F-15 which equals out to 0.1sqm. Lockheed has since revised that number to 0.0001sqm. Russia has said the actual number is classified. So again I turned to Dhimas Afihandarin who is one of the only modelers to take into account radar blockers and screens and carbon fiber skin. According to his modeling the SU-57 RCS is around 0.006sqm. Which would put the SU-57 firmly in third place in the stealth race.

Stealth Analysis

Stealth is a very interesting topic people obsess about having the lowest RCS number, and yes in certain situations that is most important factor. How the fighter will be used matters more though. If you plan for your plane to do deep penetration SEAD and DEAD mission that small RCS will be vital. What is vital is that the rapid speed at which radars are catching up with stealth. The US has admitted they believe the S-400 radar can track and target a F-35. According to Alastair Crooke a well know retired intel specialist on the middle east with deep deep inside information. The reason the planned 24hr operation of Israel to attack Iran only lasted a few hours was due to the fact that F-35’s that were supposed to lead the charge being locked and targeted by an unknown radar. This radar is believed to be the S-400 Russia brought in to support Iranian IAD. This is not even the best Russian radar, that honor would go to the new S-500 radar not to mention the multiple ground radars used by China and Russia in multiple bands that are linked together to create a picture for their respective IAD’s.

Within the WVR realm which contrary to popular belief still exists. The stealth of an aircraft becomes much less important and Kinematics and pilots become the main measuring sticks along with missiles. If you look for example at the the ranges at which a F-22 for example would see an SU-57 on radar you are looking at about 37kms and that does not take into account EW abilities. Against a none peer adversary like Iraq, Libya, Syria, Afghanistan etc, stealth doesn’t matter. If you plan to take a F-22 and F-35 into an IAD that will also have alert aircraft like MiG-31’s , SU-57’s, J-16’s and J-20 they will not survive. Many will argue that the F-22 on a radar is a blip on a radar but a blip traveling at 1200km per hour is still a red flag. The Russians, Iranians and Chinese have been building a radar blueprint for these planes for over 20 years.

The Russians and Chinese do not do SEAD and DEAD missions as a general rule they are more apt to use missiles to destroy air defences. Stealth is vital and against non peer opponents it can be deadly. However for those countries that still plan tp use modern air power as their main strategy, I would advise them to re-think that strategy going against a peer level IAD network.

In conclusion the Lockheed brother definitely win the stealth game. However that does not give them the edge it did 20 years ago when the F-22 took to the skies to be part of the US Air Force.

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Air to Ground/Stand-off munitions

F-22– This where the F-22 really falls down it can really only carry 2 1000lbs GBU-32 PGM 445lbs of explosives with 15km range.

F-35 – The F-35 can carry internally 2 JSM range 275km+ or 8 SDB PGM with 105lbs of explosive each or it can carry a total of two GBU-32’s. Typical loadout for ground attack is 2 GBU-32’s PGM 445lbs of explosives and 2 AIM-120D.

J-20 – The J-20 is intended to carry internally the LS-6/50 PGM 110lbs of explosive and LS6/100 PGM 220lbs of explosive. Quantities unknown.

SU-57 – The Su-57 can carry internally D-30SN glide bomb 220lbs of explosive 90km range, KAB-250 PGM 365lbs of explosives KAB-500 PGM 990lbs of explosives, Kh-36 Grom-E2 Glide bomb range 50km 551lbs of explosive, Kh-59MK2 290km range 705lbs of explosives, Kh-69 400km range 683lbs of explosives. Kh-31 260km range 207lbs of explosives.(anti-ship/anti-radiation). Kh-35U 300km range 320lbs of explosive, Kh-58UShKe 260km range 328lbs of explosives.

In this category there is a clear winner, and that is the SU-57 it has by far the most variety and destructive firepower. On top of that unlike some of the air-to-air missiles all of these munitions have been used in either Syria or Ukraine or both. The SU-57 has the ability to dominate ground warfare without even entering the IAD envelope of all the Western IAD’s.

Another caveat is that the Russian create all missiles with belief they may have to carry a nuclear warhead one day. So missiles like Kh-69 or the smaller version of Kinzhal intended for the weapons bay of SU-57 or the new long range prototype cruise missile based on the Kh-555 with a range of 2,500km could possibly carry long range stand-off nuclear missiles.

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Avionics/Sensor Fusion

This is a very interesting subject because sensor fusion is such a new term and function on the battlefield. The consensus is that the F-35 does it best and I can see why people say that. The way the US has chosen use fusion is very efficient and creative things like being able to see through the fighter and fusing the information from the radar and cameras to display on the helmet is very impressive feat of engineering. The F-22 does have sensor fusion but not to the level or in same way that the F-35 does but enough to give excellent awareness in the sky. There is literally nothing open source on China that I can find. The Russian definitely do sensor fusion integrating all the sensor to create a picture of the battle space along with what they call the second pilot AI system that manages many functions thus allowing pilot to concentrate on the fight.

People will speak about the avionics of F-22 and F-35 being superior to the SU-57 but factually the SU-57’s electronics and eternals are superior to block 3 F-35 let alone F-22. The F-35 current (Block 3) has a less powerful ICP than the Su-57’s compute module. The F-35 uses PowerPC MPC7448 chips vs Elbrus-4S (quad-core Elbrus) on the Su-57. The F-22 is even worse, it uses i960MX processors. This is supposed to change on F-35 when Block 4 comes out. On top of that the SU-57 uses NTC Module 1879VM8Ya (sixteen-core NeuroMatrix DSPs with five-core ARM controllers AI accelerators, and all the networking is done by fiber optics. The radar uses second generation gallium arsenide elements.

Who has the best sensor fusion? The realty is we do not know, yes the F-35 under ideal circumstances can interface with the most assets but the chance in a real WWIII type scenario that is going to available is probably zero. The question for me is who systems will allow their pilots to kill the most adversaries efficiently. It is great to be able to see through your fighter but is that better than side radars that can see from a fighter from over 100kms away. What picture does fusing Optical, L, and X-band together to create a firing solution vs the AN/ALR-94. The actual only way to tell whose system is the best is to have an actual war and have them battle it out. I am sure they will all have their strengths and weaknesses but trying to use red flag events as your proof of superiority is foolish. As far as I am concerned this is an immeasurable category.

Kinematics

F-35- F-135 engine with serrated nozzles 43,000lbs thrust with afterburners 28,000lbs without AB, T/W at normal takeoff weight of 1.07, wing loading 526 kg/m2, Mach 1.6. The F-35 cannot supercruise and is limited to about 10 min of supersonic flight unless there is an emergency. Range internal fuel 1400km. Climb rate 277m/s.

F-22 – F-119 engine with 2D flat nozzles 35,000lbs x 2=70,000lbs with afterburners 50,,000lbs without AB, T/W at normal take off weight 1.25 wing loading 377 kg/m2, top speed Mach 2.25. The F-22 can supercruise at Mach 1.8 and has a range without drop tanks 1000km. Climb rate 350m/s.

J-20 – WS-10C engine with serrated nozzles 32,000lbs x 2=64,000lbs with afterburners unknown dry thrust, T/W 0.95 wing loading 340 kg/m2 , top speed Mach 2.0. The J-20 cannot supercruise and has a range of 3500km. Climb rate 304m/s. Top Speed Mach 2.

SU-57 – AL-41F1 engine with 3D TVC 33,000lbs x2=66,000lbs with afterburners 39,600lbs without AB T/W at normal takeoff weight 1.15 wing loading 371 kg/m2, top speed Mach 2.0. The SU-57 can supercruise at Mach 1.3 and has a range of 3500km. Climb rate between 361–384m/s.

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Kinematics Analysis

This is the easiest to break down. The SU-57 is in a league of its own when it comes to the kinematic world. The design builds on Sukhoi’s knowledge from the flankers and adds LEVCONS, 3D TVC and the best aerodynamics of the 5th generations. The F-22 is no slouch here either with 2D TVC and lots of thrust. The J-20 for its size is very agile due to its canard delta wing setup. Lastly the F-35 might not be as bad as people claim but the numbers do not lie.

Command and Control

F-22– The F-22 was initially excluded from the Air Force’s data-sharing prototype, ABMS Capability Release 1, due to differences in communications design and development. However, the ACC Federal Laboratory has integrated combat apps onto the F-22 using an open software stack.

F-35 – MADL, when operated in conjunction with other F-35 sensors, can achieve the much sought-after goal of sharing threat data and helping the jet find and destroy enemy targets from ranges where it remains undetected. This ability, shown in several wargames in recent years, is something that F-35 pilots point to as a defining reason for its superiority.

J-20 – No open source information I can find.

SU-57 – The upgraded S-111 system uses AI based cognitive radio technology it enhances interference and intelligence immunity, helping it counter jamming and other electronic warfare techniques employed by adversaries. The equipment ensures data transmission validity by means of noiseless coding, message symbol interlacing, universal time synchronization for signal processing, simultaneous message transmission via parallel links, extending stable communication range, and using artificial intelligence technology. The system includes computers, interlacers and de-interlacers, high-frequency-band antenna tuners, digital signal processors, and noiseless encoders and decoders. This allows for seamless communication and battlefield management with all assets from the IAD, to ground forces to the control air battle space.

Again I prefer to look at how the fighters would perform independent of larger network but I am sure while AEW&C and AWACS will not survive the battle space the ability to work in coordination with other fighters will to some degree. The F-35 whole design is based on interoperability and the ability to pass on information to other fighters within the kill chain.

The F-22 is integrated but not to the degree that the F-35 is but is a lethal part of that chain.

The J-20 does have ability to link fighters together it has been spoken of but details are so sparse that it really impossible to say much of anything except do not underestimate the Chinese.

The SU-57 and the Russians have a very robust ability with the SU-30SM2, SU-35S, MiG-31 and SU-57 to communicate with the Russian networks. Many think Russia is far behind but it is actually not. Since the 80’s a group of four MiG-31s was capable of exchanging data in automatic mode regarding targets being tracked within 800km-wide sector with the ability to communicate to a distance of 2000km with ground command to target data to a ground or air-based targets. The SU-35S lead in 4 fighter group can target/pass information and even fire the missiles of the 3 other fighters while they fly passively. The SU-57 abilities are significantly more than these examples obviously.

In the end I would give F-35 the edge as this is its primary strength, however the other 3 fighters should not be underestimated.

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Electronic Warfare

F-35 – In today’s signal-dense environments, the AN/ASQ-239 system provides long-range 360-degree, full-spectrum situational awareness and rapid-response capabilities. Its offensive and defensive capabilities include threat warning, radio-frequency and infrared countermeasures, and targeting support – allowing pilots to detect, analyze, and counter threats and reach well-defended targets.

F-22 – BAE Systems’ AN/ALR-94 digital electronic warfare system geolocates potential threats by detecting adversary radars at significant ranges, allowing the F-22 Raptor to limit its own radar emissions, enabling it to better conceal its location when operating in hostile territory. Data collected by the AN/ALR-94 system helps identify, monitor, analyze, and rapidly respond to threats by providing the pilot with maximum situational awareness. Advanced avionics and sensors provide a complete view of the battlespace, enabling pilot to take appropriate action and ensure mission success. The AN/ALR-94 electronic warfare system also is reliable and maintainable reducing long-term life cycle costs.

J-20 – I am sure there is one but again there is no information except about electronic warfare support drones

SU-57 – The L402 Himalayas system works on the principle of active jamming, which involves emitting powerful radio signals to disrupt and confuse enemy radar and communication systems. It also includes passive jamming, which involves analyzing and mimicking enemy signals to deceive their systems. Passive jamming involves detecting the radar signals emitted by the enemy radar system and then transmitting a signal that interferes with the radar’s ability to detect targets. This can be done without alerting the enemy to the presence of the jamming aircraft, allowing it to remain undetected and avoid being targeted by the enemy. Passive jamming is an effective countermeasure against radar-guided weapons and is an important component of modern air defense systems.

This again is a very hard again to gauge. EW is the biggest secret of all in fighter aircraft, the basics are known but details are never given. Personally I think they are all most likely excellent BAE has a great reputation and Russian EW is also very good. Knowing which one will do the best job is impossible. The only way to know is a war, without that it is all talk and speculation.

The Conclusion

After doing this review I am going to give the J-20 an incomplete grade as their is just not enough information in open sources to do a proper evaluation. I will try find more info and update this post.

After all this what have determined. When it comes to BVR the F-22 and SU-57 are the ones to beat especially against 4th generation platforms. The SU-57 has actually had a BVR kill with R-37M at 217km. WVR Again this will be the domain of the SU-57 and F-22 with SU-57 having the advantage in maneuverability and the fact it can shot off-boresight missiles. The ground attack game is all SU-57 the F-22 can drop a couple bombs well within any IAD of almost any country. The F-35 is designed to be a ground attack queen but the SU-57 has better variety, firepower and range on its munitions. Avionics all the fighters have elite avionics made to work within their fighting doctrine. The US leverages it worldwide network of allies and bases and ships to create an electronic picture. THE Russians design there fighters around being part of their IAD defence as mini AWACS to fill in the gaps in IAD and attack threats to IAD. In a electronically degraded environment with GPS and electronic communication limited it becomes a BVR and WVR fight which we have already covered. Electronic warfare again realistically all the fighters do very well, whose system works best we would only know in actual wartime scenario it is all chest thumping bravado right now. Stealth the US fighter win hands down, but the truth is that according to modeling the Su-57 will most likely be within visual range before the missiles start flying. Plus Russia and China plan to fight in their own backyards with IAD coverage, with the networking of radars it is highly doubtful even an F-22 or any fighter will go undetected.

So which on is the best all around I think everyone has an opinion. Most will say that if you do not pick one of the American fighters then you are crazy or you are Russian or Chinese bots. The lack of intellect behind those kind of statements is something I find amusing or just ignore.

The SU-57 is essentially an omni role stealth plane. With the most varied types of armaments’ tied for best range and has best kinematics overall of the 5th generation. It is also the only fighter to prove itself with BVR and WVR kills along with standoff destruction of infrastructure and IAD. There are individual abilities that other fighters do better but all around I think it is quite indisputable which fighter is the best overall .

How I lost my home language | from Picture This comedy special

How serious is the Chinese military’s lack of experience?

As serious as it is for us.

Answers like that of Roland’s anger me because they’re very clearly propaganda designed to paper over real problems. What I and all the officers at USTRANSCOM saw were challenges that were unique to our situation, drawn by several factors:

The GWOT went on for too long and we had become too specialized in COIN. This created a need for the force to unlearn and reorient, both of which were fraught with uncertainty because we did not have experience in whatever was going to be the war of the future (but we were certain it wasn’t going to be a repeat of the last 50 years).
Adoption of new strategies and defenses against new cyberwarfare were fraught with talent issues. People like Roland do not spend their time asking how good the quality of nerds are at J6. Maybe he knows of some magical staffing fixes in the intervening time, but I am not holding my breath given how often Americans repeat to themselves myths like “I am not a math person.” This is especially true of the American nationalist who values loyalty over talent, which is why I have next to no confidence that the more loyalist posturing we exhibit the better our cyber is going to be. If anything this tends to be an inverse relationship.

The gap between theory and practice is insurmountable without fighting a war of its kind. Yes, we have our heads on straight figuring out what the next plan ought to be. That is not the hard part; most influential players today seem to be perfectly capable of this as well. The bottleneck for now is in the trial— there just aren’t many opportunities to test the theory out. The breakout of war will change that, but then we all will simply have the next bottlenecks exposed.

I don’t care that we are good at transporting goods. That’s the mantra to make people look away from the obvious factor that we transport goods over distances and the expected place where there will be a war is extremely far away from us compared to China, and that such a distance exists in more than one dimension (the complexity of the system grows geometrically, not linearly). Even if we presume we are able to surmount this challenge, the real issue is in replenishment. A lot of people have argued either from the historical perspective (arsenal of democracy) or from a spending perspective that we can easily scale up and replenish losses. Fundamentally, these people show a great amount of disrespect towards the needs of engineering. The fact of the matter is that we only have a strategic degree of civilian factories that we can convert into military production, particularly in shipbuilding, and we also have an intense lack of engineering workforce that can fill in the missing factory positions. Hell, it should already be bizarre that anyone proposes a scenario where we retain half of our ships or aircraft in a real shooting war with China. From where does this infinite confidence stem, in this day and age of Oreshnik missiles, Navy “mistakes,” and surprise 6th gen aircraft? And how long do people think we can afford to take with replenishment and logistics, given that Taiwan is right off the coast of China and halfway across the world from the vast majority of our industry? That alone will permit China a great many mistakes of inferiority, in a scenario where the US and China have in-kind experience fighting that kind of war (observation in Ukraine and elsewhere, training exercises, simulations, low intensity peacetime logistics). This was very aptly demonstrated the last time the US and China were in a direct, high intensity war!

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If anything China was far more inferior to the US during the Korean War and it was still fought to a stalemate. Now that China is much less inferior relative to the US, we expect that somehow the US is going to win?

Slander never won us wars, and racist slander tends to lead to the greatest complacency. When someone insists that we should embrace such propaganda on account of feeding our fighting spirit, ask yourself how that went with the fascists of the past. I have never considered this rhetoric to be prudent, and neither should anyone here tolerate it as such. There is a nasty historical pattern in which the more this rhetoric is present, the more the institutions issuing such rhetoric believe in their own lies.

I truly hope the military has not succumbed to this hubris. For anyone who still has unreasonable confidence in the speed to which we can update our warfighting capacity (especially logistics), let me ask you: How long did it take for us to switch to MRAPs? And how long did it take for the USMC to do the same switch?

The addendum: How long did it take for the Ukranians and Russians to switch to anti-drone countermeasures? How long do you think it will take us?

How serious is the Chinese military’s lack of experience?

It’s not that serious and the people who are suggesting that it is here, are doing so without any proper arguments or evidence. China’s military certainly hasn’t fought a major war, but most of the world’s military forces hasn’t. I see people suggesting China would fail a fight with Taiwan because of this lack of experience, why? Taiwan has more military experience?

The Chinese has the largest navy in the world, and no naval combat experience, neither did Ukraine when it sank the Moskva.

Unlike fighting experience, logistical experience is something you can actually get in peace time. Rodra Hascaryo’s answer talks about logistics, but it is basically saying that the USA had great logistics in WW2, and China doesn’t because they haven’t fought. First of all, the USA had no major combat experience prior to WW2, so he has made the argument that isn’t necessary for great logistics, second of all he has not addressed a shred of knowledge that we have on Chinese logistics, despite the fact that the US War College have an update to date and open source book on the subject.[1]

Bartetzko’s answer is based entirely on ignorance and racism. An even better basis of course. Bartetzko opens with a quote from General Eric Smith of the US Marine Corps, who said that the last Chinese war was so long ago that it was captured on oil and canvas unlike American wars which are captured on iphones. Incredible that both Bartetzko and a General in charge of preparing war against China, are so ignorant of China that they think the Chinese didn’t have cameras in the 1950s when they fought, let me just check my notes here, the USA in Korea.

Bartetzko goes on to say that NATO has perfected the way to fight modern wars, this is why we win all of them, like Afghanistan which we won, and Vietnam which we also won, just like Libya, Syria and Iraq, which are all war zones which we won and turned out exactly how we wanted it, and let’s not forget Somalia, which we fixed.

Finally Bartetzko realize that the Chinese mind is actually the real problem for them, they just can’t use their brain as good as us. Because the key element to the Chinese brain is conformity, they are historically known as very unimaginative people you see. Bartetzko does not actually directly point to any evidence or cultural traits of China in this regard of course, probably because his primary source of information is a US general who doesn’t know the Korean war happened.

China lacks experience, as does any nation not currently in war. Experience can be gained at different levels and in different ways. Experience is also transferable. If experience was not transferable, then tactics would never progress beyond what a single person could learn in life, and schools wouldn’t make much sense. Experience in modern warfare is without a doubt being acquired by China right now. You do not think they have observers in Ukraine with the Russians? Of course they do, they are watching and learning as much as everyone else.

I am not an expert on everything Chinese, but it is stupid and dangerous to think that between 1.4 billion Chinese people they can’t find capable officers, logisticians and tacticians, because of racial traits and culture, or that they don’t know how to load equipment on ships and move them around.

China moves around more material everyday, than all of Europe and USA combined. China has actually fought wars, and I think the key thing from those wars we should learn is that when China was serious, they were able to fight the USA to a stand still to the point that US generals thought nuclear weapons against a non nuclear country was the only way to attain victory. That is China after a civil war at its lowest, with the USA at one of it’s most productive periods in history. Of course, if your generals are so ignorant they don’t know this happened at all in Korea, of course they will not learn anything. You could say that experience is lost.

Chicken Divan Pie

Yield: 6 to 8 servings

Ingredients

1 1/2 cups cooked rice
4 eggs, divided
1 cup (4 ounces) shredded Cheddar cheese
1 cup milk
1 cup broccoli, cooked and chopped
1 cup chicken or turkey, cooked and chopped
1/4 cup green onions, chopped
1/4 teaspoon salt
1 dash ground black pepper
1/4 cup (1 ounce) Parmesan cheese, grated

Instructions

Heat oven to 350 degrees F.
In small bowl, combine rice and 1 of the eggs: mix well. Press rice mixture onto bottom and up side of lightly greased 9 inch pie plate.
In large bowl, toss cheddar cheese with flour. Add remaining 3 eggs, milk, broccoli, chicken, onions, salt and pepper: mix well. Pour over rice crust. Sprinkle with Parmesan cheese.
Bake for 50 to 60 minutes or until set in center.

Attribution

Pampered Chef

Why Are Maintenance Men So Attractive?

When Sully hit birds, even the flight attendants knew they had to return to La Guardia (based on the movie). The return scenarios said that if he began turning immediately, he could have made it back, why did he not start turning immediately?

Sully did not immediately turn back, because he did not immediately know that power was permanently lost in both engines, and he did not immediately know that LaGuardia was actually within reach. You’re much more likely to get into more trouble by taking immediate and irreversible action in an emergency without thought.

If Sully had immediately turned back, the plane would have disproportionately lost altitude in the turn, possibly eliminating other landing spots from consideration, and not being able to reach LaGuardia. The altitude lost in the turn is altitude you won’t get back.

Sully and his first officer, per the transcript, determined they were unable to reach LaGuardia within one minute, and briefly considered Teterboro. (“1” is Sully, “2” is the First Officer.)

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The flight attendants speculated they would return to LaGuardia, apparently, but they also did not know if LaGuardia was within reach, and if power could be restored to at least one engine.

15:26:37 HOT-1 uh what a view of the Hudson today.

15:26:42 HOT-2 yeah.

15:26:52 HOT-2 flaps up please, after takeoff checklist.

15:26:54 HOT-1 flaps up.

15:27:07 HOT-1 after takeoff checklist complete.

15:27:10.4 HOT-1 birds.

15:27:11 HOT-2 whoa.

15:27:11.4 CAM [sound of thump/thud(s) followed by shuddering sound]

15:27:12 HOT-2 oh #.

15:27:13 HOT-1 oh yeah.

15:27:13 CAM [sound similar to decrease in engine noise/frequency begins]

15:27:14 HOT-2 uh oh.

15:27:15 HOT-1 we got one rol- both of ’em rolling back.

15:27:18 CAM [rumbling sound begins and continues until approximately 15:28:08]

15:27:18.5 HOT-1 ignition, start.

15:27:21.3 HOT-1 I’m starting the APU.

15:27:22.4 FWC [sound of single chime]

15:27:23.2 HOT-1 my aircraft.

15:27:24 HOT-2 your aircraft.

15:27:24.4 FWC [sound of single chime]

15:27:25 CAM [sound similar to electrical noise from engine igniters begins]

15:27:26.5 FWC priority left. [auto callout from the FWC. this occurs when the sidestick priority button is activated on the Captain’s sidestick]

15:27:26.5 FWC [sound of single chime]

15:27:28 CAM [sound similar to electrical noise from engine igniters ends]

15:27:28 HOT-1 get the QRH… [Quick Reference Handbook] loss of thrust on both engines.

15:27:30 FWC [sound of single chime begins and repeats at approximately 5.7 second intervals until 15:27:59]

15:27:32.9 RDO-1 mayday mayday mayday. uh this is uh Cactus fifteen thirty nine hit birds, we’ve lost thrust (in/on) both engines we’re turning back towards LaGuardia.

15:27:42 DEP ok uh, you need to return to LaGuardia? turn left heading of uh two two zero.

15:27:43 CAM [sound similar to electrical noise from engine igniters begins]

15:27:44 FWC [sound of single chime, between the single chimes at 5.7 second intervals]

15:27:46 RDO-1 two two zero.

15:27:50 HOT-2 if fuel remaining, engine mode selector, ignition.* ignition.

15:27:54 HOT-1 ignition.

15:27:55 HOT-2 thrust levers confirm idle.

15:27:58 HOT-1 idle.

15:28:02 HOT-2 airspeed optimum relight. three hundred knots. we don’t have that.

15:28:03 FWC [sound of single chime]

15:28:05 HOT-1 we don’t.

15:28:05 DEP Cactus fifteen twenty nine, if we can get it for you do you want to try to land runway one three?

15:28:05 CAM-2 if three nineteen-

15:28:10.6 RDO-1 we’re unable. we may end up in the Hudson.

15:28:14 HOT-2 emergency electrical power… emergency generator not online.

15:28:18 CAM [sound similar to electrical noise from engine igniters ends]

15:28:19 HOT-1 (it’s/is) online.

15:28:21 HOT-2 ATC notify. squawk seventy seven hundred.

15:28:25 HOT-1 yeah. the left one’s coming back up a little bit.

15:28:30 HOT-2 distress message, transmit. we did.

15:28:31 DEP arright Cactus fifteen forty nine its gonna be left traffic for runway three one.

15:28:35 RDO-1 unable.

15:28:36 TCAS traffic traffic.

15:28:36 DEP okay, what do you need to land?

15:28:37 HOT-2 (he wants us) to come in and land on one three…for whatever.

15:28:45 PWS go around. windshear ahead.

15:28:45 HOT-2 FAC [Flight Augmentation Computer] one off, then on.

15:28:46 DEP Cactus fifteen (twenty) nine runway four’s available if you wanna make left traffic to runway four.

15:28:49.9 RDO-1 I’m not sure we can make any runway. uh what’s over to our right anything in New Jersey maybe Teterboro?

15:28:55 DEP ok yeah, off your right side is Teterboro airport.

15:28:59 TCAS monitor vertical speed.

15:29:00 HOT-2 no relight after thirty seconds, engine master one and two confirm-

15:29:02 DEP you wanna try and go to Teterboro?

15:29:03 RDO-1 yes.

15:29:05 TCAS clear of conflict.

15:29:07 HOT-2 -off.

15:29:07 HOT-1 off.

15:29:10 HOT-2 wait thirty seconds.

15:29:11 PA-1 this is the Captain brace for impact.

15:29:14.9 GPWS one thousand.

15:29:16 HOT-2 engine master two, back on.

15:29:18 HOT-1 back on.

15:29:19 HOT-2 on.

15:29:21 DEP Cactus fifteen twenty nine turn right two eight zero, you can land runway one at Teterboro.

15:29:21 CAM-2 is that all the power you got? * (wanna) number one? or we got power on number one.

15:29:25 RDO-1 we can’t do it.

15:29:26 HOT-1 go ahead, try number one.

15:29:27 DEP kay which runway would you like at Teterboro?

15:29:27 FWC [sound of continuous repetitive chime for 9.6 seconds ]

15:29:28 RDO-1 we’re gonna be in the Hudson.

15:29:33 DEP I’m sorry say again Cactus?

15:29:36 HOT-2 I put it back on.

15:29:37 FWC [sound of continuous repetitive chime for 37.4 seconds ]

15:29:37 HOT-1 ok put it back on… put it back on.

15:29:37 GPWS too low. terrain.

15:29:41 GPWS too low. terrain.

15:29:43 GPWS too low. terrain.

15:29:44 HOT-2 no relight.

15:29:45.4 HOT-1 ok lets go put the flaps out, put the flaps out.

15:29:45 EGPWS caution. terrain.

15:29:48 EGPWS caution terrain.

15:29:48 HOT-2 flaps out?

15:29:49 EGPWS terrain terrain. pull up. pull up.

15:29:51 DEP Cactus uh….

15:29:53 DEP Cactus fifteen forty nine radar contact is lost you also got Newark airport off your two o’clock in about seven miles.

15:29:55 EGPWS pull up. pull up. pull up. pull up. pull up. pull up.

15:30:01 HOT-2 got flaps out.

15:30:03 HOT-2 two hundred fifty feet in the air.

15:30:04 GPWS too low. terrain.

15:30:06 GPWS too low. gear.

15:30:06 CAM-2 hundred and seventy knots.

15:30:09 CAM-2 got no power on either one? try the other one.

15:30:09 4718 two one zero uh forty seven eighteen. I think he said he’s goin in the Hudson.

15:30:11 HOT-1 try the other one.

15:30:13 EGPWS caution terrain.

15:30:14 DEP Cactus fifteen twenty nine uh, you still on?

15:30:15 FWC [sound of continuous repetitive chime begins and continues to end of recording]

15:30:15 EGPWS caution terrain.

15:30:16 HOT-2 hundred and fifty knots.

15:30:17 HOT-2 got flaps two, you want more?

15:30:19 HOT-1 no lets stay at two.

15:30:21 HOT-1 got any ideas?

15:30:22 DEP Cactus fifteen twenty nine if you can uh….you got uh runway uh two nine available at Newark it’ll be two o’clock and seven miles.

15:30:23 EGPWS caution terrain.

15:30:23 CAM-2 actually not.

15:30:24 EGPWS terrain terrain. pull up. pull up. [“pull up” repeats until the end of the recording]

15:30:38 HOT-1 we’re gonna brace.

15:30:38 HOT-2 * * switch?

15:30:40 HOT-1 yes.

15:30:41.1 GPWS (fifty or thirty)

15:30:42 FWC retard.

15:30:43.7 [End of Recording]

15:30:43.7 [End of Transcript]

This CAN’T Continue – US Credit Card Crisis Hits HIGHEST DEFAULT In 14 Years

Have you ever known someone who went on vacation and just decided they were going to stay?

Me.
After my freshman year of college, which I was fortunate enough to do on scholarship, I was broke, my truck was broke, and my scholarship was only for the year. I really couldn’t afford to continue, and needed money to fix my truck, so I moved back home to my dad’s house in North Florida and went to work for his construction company. However, my father and I were butting heads. Even though I was 19, had been on my own for a year, attended college on scholarship, made Dean’s list, and now was paying rent to him for my room and board, he still insisted on treating me like I was 12, with a ridiculous curfew, controlling my social life, and even who I could and couldn’t date.

As Christmas approached, my mom invited me to go visit her in Orange County, California for a couple weeks of Christmas vacation. As I had stayed in school for summer session, I hadn’t been to see her as I usually would have in summer. She offered to fly me out and pay expenses, so I jumped at the chance. I really needed the break from my father and his drama.

I flew out, and got busy seeing the West Coast family for the holidays and such. Mom then suggested we go snow skiing for a few days. Having grown up in Florida, this was completely new to me, and I was worried whether I’d manage to have any fun as a rank beginner, but mom, an avid skier, assured me I’d be fine. As I’d always loved the mountains, I thought, what the heck, at least there will be pretty scenery, and for sure my first “White Christmas.” So off we went to Mammoth Lakes, CA.

I definitely didn’t become a great skier (or even a good one) in four days, but I absolutely loved it there. It was breathtaking and so different from everything I was used to. Then I ended up on a chairlift next to a mountain employee. Her name was Melanie, and she was a peach! (Melanie, if you read this, you should recognize yourself in this story, and thank you!) I asked her what it was like to work there. She said it was great, free ski pass, employee housing available across the street from the main lodge for a very reasonable rate, and decent pay, much better than my father was paying me. I thought to myself, “Self, if I’m taking a year off from school to make some money, wouldn’t it be a whole lot nicer doing it here?” And my Self replied, “I do believe you are right!”

I marched into the mountain human resources office and applied for a job. Since I had worked at a popular fast food restaurant in high school and college, they hired me on the spot for one of their cafeterias, which was halfway up the mountainside. I also took a room at the employee housing. I literally walked across the parking lot each morning, boarded a gondola, and whisked a thousand feet up the mountain to work as a cashier in a glass walled cafeteria with a view from 10,000 ft of altitude.

Even better, I worked half-days on weekdays, and we had ski lockers downstairs, with a backdoor that opened onto the slopes. I skied 150+ days per year for the next four years, and lived there 7 years, total. I skied, hiked, camped, rockclimbed, bicycled, windsurfed, tubed, and waterskied more than I have the entire rest of my life. I also began volunteer firefighting, which I have continued to do since. On the fire department I also met a certain lady.

My 4-day ski vacation turned into 7 years, plus a wife and two kids. I did move to Atlanta after that and finish college, but I’ll always cherish my ski vacation!

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Nearly 2k upvotes, thanks! I’m glad this story resonates with so many.
In answer to several commenters, I thought I’d add some “rest of the story” explanations.

Given that they’d had a very acrimonious divorce a dozen years earlier, and were still both very bitter at the other, my mother was of course delighted that I moved away from my father and more into her sphere of influence.

She was also glad to have an excuse to go to Mammoth more often, and of course she might as well ski while she’s there, no? My father harrumphed a bit but had surprisingly little to say about the whole thing, other than, “Well, if you aren’t prepared to live by *my* rules, perhaps it’s best if you stay there.” All I could think was, “Oh pleeeeeease don’t throw me in the briar patch, B’rer Bear!”

I did, as I mentioned, return to school and finish my degree, Nuclear Engineering at Georgia Tech. I am still married to the same great lady I met on the volunteer fire department 34 years ago. As I’ve moved, I’ve been on three different volunteer departments over the years, and have been Chief of my current one for over 10 years now.

I still keep touch with many friends from Mammoth, including several from the fire department. It really did become the center of my life the last few years I was there. I’ve been to visit a couple of times and been to a fire department “old-timers” reunion. And, living back in Florida, I torture myself by getting the ski reports from Mammoth Mountain, just to keep up on how much snow they’ve gotten (almost 60 feet last year!).

Perhaps it’ll be time for another ski vacation soon…..

Europe Just Admitted: “The Factories Are Gone Forever”

The old coot shoots Fluffy

The local town doctor lived across the street from us.

He was a mean old cunt. In his late years, perhaps 90’s and ornery as all fuck. I don’t think he still practiced, but he was just there, and just an old mean man.

It happens to us all.

I swear, as I get older, and deal with some of this crazy traffic in Tanzhou much longer, I’m gonna start biting people. Ah. That’s why I stopped drinking coffee so often. I was getting irascible.

Anyways, this old coot shot my sisters cat.

*BANG!*

We heard a gun go off, and there was her white long hair Persian cat with have it’s face blown off, crying to us as it walked up to the kitchen steps.

Mom and dad rushed it to the vet, and it had to be put down.

Sad.

Really sad.

My dad had some words with the old coot. But, I doubt anything bad happened. Just “thrown under the rug” and forgotten.

But I didn’t forget.

I didn’t know the cat very well. We had another cat; Sedgwick that was my rough-n-tumble “outdoor” cat that I hung out with. he was a grey and black striped terror. I’ll tell you what.

Anyways…

My sister didn’t have the cat long. Maybe six months. It’s name was “Fluffy”. Which is what you would expect a eight year old girl to name her cat.

A long forgotten story.

But, for some reason, I remember just about everything in my life. Like this old mean old coot. Probably been taking his prescribed drugs for decades, had dementia, and just a mean, grumpy, and irritable old fart.

Don’t you know.

Now it’s my turn. And no, I’m not gonna shoot dogs or cats. Though, some of these old farts in China certainly know how to get my ire up. Grrrrrr.

Guys. Be cool out there.

Today…

How many countries have you been to, and which one impressed you the most?

Must be Cairo, Egypt.

To begin with, the Airport computer spoiled so the immigration officers have to do it manually by calling those in line one by one, I was in the middle of the line. The guy started calling names loudly with an Arabic accent, I put my ear on alert mode and paid utmost attention with 100% concentration until the line was cleared I was the last man standing.

That Egyptian immigration officer stared at me, his look and his hoarse voice already scared me to death, “Why you don’t come” He looked at my passport and started calling my family name out loud. Oh, help me God, he pronounced in an Arabic linguistic I didn’t even realize it was my family name…

That was the first encounter.

The second memorable encounter was at the Cairo, Egypt Museum, I noticed a security guard kept following me and telling me history of what I looked at, he was full of the knowledge of the history of Tut Ankh Amun mummy and Ramses II and all the artifacts on display. He related the story like a curator, my wife and I enjoyed that. Almost 20 minutes later, he needed to be deployed elsewhere, he said with parting words, “That will be 250 pounds, sir”

The third is at the Pyramid of Giza which was full of tourists and guys who looked like Bedouins. One of them opened my rented car door and invited himself in “Hello, how are you? my name is Jeffrey, you need a guide, I am most qualified to tell you everything about the Pyramid and the history” Oh my, not again.

I have been to 39 Countries, it’s ironic as I’m from Bangkok and have traveled to Moscow (before Putin) to chaotic India, 10 trips to China, and 3 trips to Vietnam before, but still none of them beat Egypt.

Most countries would be as I expected, usually, nothing was that impressive and stuck in my mind and exceeded my expectations unlike Cairo & Alexandria —

It may be the mess, chaos, or belly dancers weighing 220 Ibs XXL size (a far cry from the poster girls) and all hell broke loose whenever I went in full alert and held my wife’s hand tight. If she was out of sight- That could be the end.

In certain areas, I practiced tic-tac-toe to avoid donkey’s dung. It looked like 1 billion people in Egypt…seriously.

And a “ Hello, how are you?” Such greetings I heard a lot all the time from the moment I walked out of my hotel to the minute I returned… No where was like that.

The second place is a close fight – ‘Istanbul’ is one hell of a city that has people, like a bar owner who invited me to meet his sister (I was alone and was ripped off by his sister) a shoeshine boy, a the new saddleback rug I bought ( was told an old piece), and the police and the taxi driver that make Bangkok and Thai scammers look like amateurs……………………………

Edited: “impressive” to me is not necessary remarkable it can be described some encounters in scale of intensity, or impact, even if it’s undesirable or unpleasant… but I enjoyed it

Indictment Debunks China Hacking Claim

On October 25 2024 a number of main-stream media outlets were spreading an anti-Chinese propaganda campaign launched by U.S. national security sources.

The immediate occasion was an incident in which some hacker had gained access to a number of call records.

NBCnews headlined:

China targeted phones of Trump, Vance and Harris campaign affiliates, sources say
The FBI and Cybersecurity and Infrastructure Security Agency said the federal government is investigating.

A broad Chinese hacking campaign against U.S. telecommunication networks targeted the phones of Republican presidential nominee Donald Trump and his running mate, Sen. JD Vance, two sources familiar with the matter say. Another source told NBC News that people affiliated with the campaign of Vice President Kamala Harris were also targeted.The staff of Senate Majority Leader Chuck Schumer, D-N.Y., was also targeted, a Democratic source said.
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In a joint statement, the FBI and the Cybersecurity and Infrastructure Security Agency said the federal government “is investigating the unauthorized access to commercial telecommunications infrastructure by actors affiliated with the People’s Republic of China.”
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The U.S. government recently concluded that China has hacked three American telecommunications companies: AT&T, Verizon, and Lumen Technologies. Lumen declined to comment. AT&T didn’t respond to a request for comment.

Telecommunication companies keep metadata records of all calls made through their networks. The records include which number called what number at what time and from where. If one gets access to those records one can search for all calls a number associated with a person has made or received. But one (unless one is the NSA) does not get access to the content of those calls.

It is totally conceivable that someone got illegitimate access to call record databases. That person could publish selected real records or fake some to make it look as if some person communicated with some other without that having been the case.

To conclude though that some specific actor, for example China, has done such requires some evidence. None of the October reports contained any. The claims of Chinese involvement were solely based on U.S. government sources.

Media repeated those claims without any qualifications.

They were wrong.

Only ten week later the old reports are falling apart. Now a U.S. soldier is accused of hacking into the call data record databases and of publishing parts of them, presumably on his own behest.

The New York Post provides:

US Army soldier allegedly linked to hacked Trump, Harris phone records charged by feds

A Texas-based US Army soldier has been arrested and charged with selling confidential phone records, including material allegedly stolen from President-elect Donald Trump and Vice President Kamala Harris.Cameron John Wagenius, 20, was indicted by a Seattle grand jury earlier this month on two felony counts of unlawfully transferring confidential phone records information on an online forum and on an online communications platform.
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An online handle associated with Wagenius has allegedly been linked to several high-profile cyber crimes, which are not detailed in the indictment.

Wagenius reportedly went by the alias “Kiberphant0m” online, which boasted about hacking more than a dozen telecommunications firms and obtaining call records belonging to Harris and Trump.

In November, Kiberphant0m posted unverified AT&T call logs supposedly belonging to the two 2024 presidential candidates and offered to sell the stolen information, according to The Verge.

There is no fact that would associate Wagenius with China or vice versa. The October claims of a Chinese hack just vanished. No one (but this little blog), certainly not NBCnews, will ever point out that the old claims, made by U.S. national security sources, of a Chinese hack were totally bollocks.

Be assured that any other claims made by national security sources of similar hacks by Chinese, Russian or Iranian actors are likely to be of similar quality.

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Korean Story

On Christmas Eve in 1950, the US Army X Corps hastily fled from the port of Hungnam, marking the end of the Battle of Chosin Reservoir.

Before the battle, the head of the cooking team in the PVA camp gave a task to a comrade: to find a piece of cloth to steam buns. After the battle, he did find a piece of cloth of decent quality. The only downside was that the cloth had this pattern on it.

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So this piece of cloth didn’t go into the steamer, and later became an exhibit at the Military Museum of the Chinese People’s Revolution in Beijing.

Doctor Makes the Most Chilling Discovery | New Amsterdam

Catatonia.

What are some unexpected things about getting old?

Sudden loss of physical strength
Less social interactions and communications with those who are still actively working or physically more distant
More bodily pains and insecurities as related to one’s ability to protect oneself
You wonder more whether people even care if you’re alive or not?
Your diet changes
Your sleeping hours shorten
You medicine cabinet and the number of meds you take get bigger
You either spend less and save more or you resources are not enough to cover your expenses
You might delay or postpone travel during the busy travel seasons
You make up or find excuses to stay home

But- it doesn’t have to be this way!

You can take another path and shy away from exactly some or most of these things I just listed.

Every person is unique and will decide.

Best wishes…

my bestie convinced me to mock his insecurities, his revenge destroyed both our lives

These people are … *sheech*.

https://youtu.be/eeuPq4KIqyk

When adult children don’t visit their aging parents, do they understand the example they are setting for their own children?

On my mother’s side, my grandparents provided housing to various newly immigrated siblings and cousins for nearly 15 years. In turn, in their old age, my grandparents lived with my mother for about six years and with my aunt and uncle for about four years until their deaths.

On my father’s side, my grandmother and step-grandfather took in her ex-husband, my grandfather, for nearly a year during his final illness.

My father and uncle shared responsibility for my grandmother starting in her 80s. She lived with my father and stepmother for the last decade of her life; before that, while she lived with my uncle, my great-aunt and her husband lived out the last few years of their lives with my father and step-mother.

After my mother developed Alzheimer’s, she alternated living with my sister, with me, and then for nearly seven years with my father and step-mother.

My sister and her whole family (husband, three children, dog, bird and pet rat) all lived with me for the entire year during which my sister was being treated for cancer. (Well, the rat didn’t make it, but my sister did.)

A decade later, my again-ill sister and her youngest child (then 13) moved in with me and lived with me for eight years, after which my sister lived in turn with her two oldest children and their partners for several years until she was able to live on her own.

Another sister housed my stepmother (her mother) and my stepmother’s partner for more than 10 years.

So, we’re all following a family tradition of taking care of family, and although it definitely has its challenges, we’ve all had good role models to follow.

If you were an 80-year-old person, what would be your daily routine?

I’ll turn 80 this coming June. I’ve been a night-owl all my life, and since I retired at 68, I have been able to indulge that trait. I usually go to bed after midnight, and get up around 9 AM. I’ve “trained” my good wife to follow the same pattern, though she is not a natural night owl. In this we are quite out of step with practically everyone we know.

My (and our) typical daily pattern is to get up around 9 AM, have a leisurely breakfast while scanning various news sites on my tablet, do some stuff on my computer, then head off to the gym. We both work out at the gym 5-6 days a week. (In summer, for me only, two of those workout days are actually taken up with golf instead of gym). Often some food shopping follows the gym. We then return home for a light lunch. By then it’s around 2 PM. I then usually do “stuff” around the house, mostly outside. For example I spent 6 weeks in April and May re-building our steps down to the beach. This involved hauling 16-foot 2 x 12 boards down a steep bank, assembling them into steps by myself. That’s an extreme example; I hope I never have to tackle a job that tough again! (Pic shows the job about half done)

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A more typical afternoon job involved, last week, sanding down and refinishing the two Adirondack chairs I built a few years ago. So, that sort of thing. I usually wrap up the outside work around 5:30 or 6, then spend an hour or two reading (books). Dinner (my wife is a superb cook) is around 7:45. I do the cleanup, after which we usually have 3 or more hours to read, or occasionally (rarely, for me, more often for my wife) watch something on Netflix or some other provider. Also, fire in the fireplace every night when it’s cool/cold (probably mid-October through end of April). Plus, we spend 10 weeks every winter in New Zealand. But our pattern there is pretty similar to here, including the daily gym visits.

China EXPELS the U.S. from the South China Sea: THE END of America’s HEGEMONY?

If you were an 80-year-old person, what would be your daily routine?

80 year old answering – awake at 6 am. Cup if coffee in bed with morning news on. Shower, brush teeth, dress for day (work clothes or week-end gardening, house cleaning), go to kitchen to prepare breakfast. Check email. Eat, brush teeth, start activities or go to car to leave for work. (Yes, still work by choice, love what I do.) Eat lunch, work or do hobbies, knit, crochet, garden, bake, read. Prepare dinner, eat dinner, clean kitchen, read or watch TV. 8:30, to bedroom, personal hygiene, lights off at 9:00. Great life!

The Winking Man

Submitted into Contest #196 in response to: Set your story in a world where time travel has been perfected, and people can use it to hop between alternate timelines — but at a cost.… view prompt

Derrick M Domican

The smart-looking centrepiece of the Pink Bougainvillaea Resort rose high into the cloud-filled night beyond a tidy block of white stucco villas. It was a five-storey, hundred room building with, as its name implied, an embracing multitude of pink bougainvillaea vines clinging to its brilliant, white-washed walls.From where I crouched, hidden in the shadows at the edge of a glade of palm trees amongst short, spiky Aloe Vera shrubs, I could see over the terracotta-tiled rooftops of the villas to the upper-most stories of the complex, where lights glowed in windows and holidaymakers sat on balconies, drinking with family or friends.Good times, they were having. Fun times. With family or friends. Safe in their rooms with not a care in the world and very little chance of fate betraying them. I couldn’t help but feel a little jealous.But I had to stop.Those were innocent people who had nothing to do with me and I wouldn’t wish the darkness I’d encountered here on any of them.I shook my head, tearing my eyes from the balconies to focus my attention on the outermost villa in the block of eight that waited across from me. A quick glance at my ‘watch’. It was 9:49 p.m. Not long until the door was due to open and the only-so-slightly inebriated holidaying couple that were responsible for me being here would come out.Only-so-slightly inebriated. Only a couple of glasses of sangria. Not enough to cloud judgement. Not enough to make stupid decisions. Perfectly in control of their destiny.You could say I’d been planning for this for a week, making sure I knew the details inside and out, had the timings down to a T and was fully prepared for the heart-rending task that lay ahead. In reality, I’d had much longer than that to make sure I was ready. I knew this resort, like the back of my hand, had spent more time here than I’d ever imagined I would when I picked it as a holiday destination. I knew every route in, out and through it, knew the surrounding woods and beaches, the neighbouring towns, the locals, the mountains, the bay.I knew everything I could ever want to know about this cursed place.But despite that, and despite being calm when I’d stepped onto the beach half an hour before, I was now less than two minutes from acquiring what I’d come for and my fifty-year-old body trembled like a house of ill-stacked cards.I was under no illusion. This was not an easy task and I was taking an incredible risk, with the chance things could go very badly wrong. All it would take was a split second’s hesitation at any point during the next ten minutes and my whole world would, by all accepted logic, cease to exist. Of course, the risk was worth it, and I couldn’t turn back now, but everything had to be perfect.Because I wasn’t the only one lurking in the shadows here tonight. There was another with a similar agenda, the winking man, most likely preparing to strike now, just like me.I had to be quicker.I looked at the watch strapped to my wrist and saw the time change to 9:50. I had to get ready to move, making sure to be invisible to all but clear to him. He needed to see me approaching the villa, he needed to be surprised and stopped in his tracks, so I shifted uncomfortably amongst the pulpy, large-leafed plants and tugged a dark grey ski mask from my pocket, pulling it on over my head. It wasn’t the first time I’d tried it on, but this time was different, this time was real, and I started to feel sick to my stomach.A click. A muffled laugh. The shuffling of feet.I’d just finished adjusting the opening of the mask around my eyes when the door to the villa slowly opened, allowing a young, familiar-looking couple to step out. I stopped dead, caught my breath, tried to merge further with the shadows.They were dressed up for the night, she in a short, black dress, he in khaki shorts and a loose-fitting Hawaiian shirt. They giggled annoyingly as they closed the door, turned the key, tugged the handle to make sure it was locked, so safety conscious. Satisfied it was, they linked arms and headed off along the lamp-lined path before the villas, passing curtained windows, speaking in hushed tones as they left them behind.Left everything behind like a pair of fools.I shook my head, banishing the thought. No time for that, no time to get wrapped up in judging stupid strangers. I needed to keep my emotions in check. Every one of them. Just for ten more minutes. After sixteen years, that wasn’t an unreasonable ask.I took a deep breath when they vanished, turning at the end of the block. I knew where they were going, to the poolside bar, to meet the friends they’d made here, people they’d gotten to know. They were going to share a few drinks, have a few laughs, it was the last night of the holidays, so why not? They had no reason to think it was a mistake. They had no way of knowing someone was lurking in the dark, waiting to change their lives, forever.Someone like me.Everything happened then quickly. I had no idea which direction the winking man might come from or at what precise second he would appear, for all I knew he could have been in those very same bushes there with me, a couple of steps behind or to the side, maybe having gotten there first, fallen still when he saw me arrive. The thought crossed my mind that I may have already done enough, just by making it this far, to make him give up on his quest. He might have spotted me sneaking in the dark and already left.But that didn’t mean I could quit. I was committed, there was no way out. I’d spent many sleepless nights weighing up the options, and doing nothing other than scaring him away was certainly one. But the consequences of that, the changes it might cause, were too mind-bogglingly complex to comprehend.Doing nothing could only make things worse at this juncture, and besides…I’d waited this long. I’d been through so much to get to this moment, I wasn’t going to let myself fizzle away, as selfish as I knew that to be. This was my life, my world, my time. I’d lived through it, every gut-wrenching, grief-stricken second, and I deserved my reward.It wasn’t going to all be for nothing.Adrenalin kicked in as I pushed myself up and left the bushes, like a shadow coming alive to stalk the night. It took me just seconds to cross the lawn, step over a low, yucca hedgerow, dash across the cobblestones to the villa, press myself back against the wall and crouch low beneath a window. I paused, casting furtive glances left and right while gasping for breath inside the mask.No sign of him.The coast was clear.I licked my lips, swallowed hard, steeled myself for what was next, the most difficult thing I had ever done or ever would, then rose, turning to place my gloved hands on the glass. The latch wasn’t engaged. I knew it wouldn’t be. The window went up easily, without a sound. I knew it would. The curtain inside billowed, revealing the dimly lit bedroom beyond.I hoisted myself up on the window ledge and grunted, wriggling less than gracefully through the narrow gap and curtains. It wasn’t easy, but I’d been practising and I managed to swing my legs through without falling to the floor. Once inside, I eased the window shut and stepped into the centre of the room.Now came the hardest part.I found what I’d come for at once. The treasure I’d desired for so long. My heart was aching, threatening to explode. I wanted to sink to my knees, just drop to the uncarpeted, marble floor there and stare, but there wasn’t time. A glance at the watch told me it was 9:51. The winking man might arrive at any moment. If he hadn’t seen me sneaking around outside, if he hadn’t seen me enter the villa, he could still appear and ruin everything.I needed to avoid confrontation at all costs but more than that, I needed to be crossing the road to the beach in eight minutes so…I didn’t turn on any lights. I averted my gaze as much as possible. I didn’t think, I acted, like a robot, emotions as numb as they always were, every day, mind blank. It went against every natural instinct. What I wanted to do was different, but I had to stick to the plan. I had to be completely dead inside, and luckily for me, that was easy. There would be time for living later, if everything worked out. It just required one last monumental effort.

It took me a minute to do what I had to do and then I was out of the room, crossing ceramic tiles to the high-arched doorway, bounty in my arms wrapped in a blanket. I didn’t hesitate. I fumbled with the lock, got it open. My knees were about to buckle but I pushed against the door and stepped outside. Nobody was there. The only one who might have been was the winking man and I was prepared to do whatever it took to get past him.

I made my way back to the lawn, held my breath as I strode towards the woods, every single second like forever. I was ready to run should anyone shout a warning. No one did.

Back in the shadows I paused to catch my breath, glancing back at the villa to make sure the door hung open. I couldn’t see my watch but guessed the time was now 9:53. Five minutes to reach the road. I was tempted to wait a bit longer, to see if the winking man would appear. He had to be close, if he was still here, watching from nearby, wondering who I was, frozen by indecision due to this unexpected development.

It didn’t matter. As much as I wanted to see him, to hurt him, I couldn’t risk any interaction, couldn’t risk losing the steely resolve I was somehow managing to maintain. I couldn’t risk changing a thing, so I pushed him from my mind and entered the woods.

Every step I took I wanted to break down. Give in to the unbearable weight of emotion that was rending my heart. I’d known all along this wasn’t going to be easy but no amount of mindfulness or meditation could have prepared me for holding this bundle in my arms. Don’t think about it. Get to the road, focus on hitting your mark, the traffic light, 9:58. Almost there. Just a few more minutes and you can let it all out, once and for all.

In the darkness, through the tears that gathered unbidden in my eyes, it was difficult to navigate the tightly-packed fir trees and their spiky, pointing branches. More than once I lost my footing and slammed against a bole, more than once the exposed flesh around my eyes was scraped and poked by the tip of a branch. I had to ignore the discomfort, blink away the tears, keep surging forward. The sounds of the waves crashing on the nearby coast had reached my ears and I hoped they would mask the sounds of my movement to anyone who happened to be nearby. Though the only one that could have been was him.

What if he decided to tackle me, to take what he’d come for by force rather than stealth? What if he hit me from behind, took the bundle and disappeared into the night like he had done before? All of this would be for nothing. The years of pain, Janey’s suffering and death, the family falling to pieces, selling everything I owned and risking my freedom to buy this watch and thirty minutes of chronofuel on the black market. I could never change any of what happened but I could at least save one soul, maybe two, if there was hope for me beyond this. I just had to stay calm until…

The road appeared before me as the forest opened. Relieved, I crouched low in the long grass at the verge, watching as the clouds above parted, allowing a curious crescent moon to at last peep out. Gently, so as not to disturb it, I drew my cargo closer to my chest, craning my neck so I could see the watch. 9:57. I panted, tilted my head to the side, rubbed my face against my shoulder. One of the branches had cut my cheek, I was bleeding. Damnit.

The time on the watch changed to 9:58 and I rose and stepped onto the road, started to cross. This was the most important part. I turned my head and looked left, towards the traffic light glowing red a hundred yards away. I stared at it as I crossed, counting the seconds in my head, one, two, three, four, until I reached the opposite side and stepped onto the beach.

I couldn’t see the camera mounted to the top of the light but I knew it was there. That camera had captured a man crossing this road all those years ago, holding something precious in his arms. The one and only lead that ever existed, the one and only piece of evidence to show that a real life human had been responsible. That footage would be paused and zoomed in on, enhanced as best as it could but still resulting only in a grainy shot of a furtive man, balaclava concealing his features. That image would go on to appear on every newspaper and television show and book cover and reward poster for years after. It was burned into my mind, I saw it every time I closed my eyes. And there I was now, recreating it. Same time, same place, same kind of clothing down to the head covering. The only thing I didn’t do, refused to do, was replicate the most unsettling part.

The wink.

The camera had captured the culprit winking as he crossed the road, as if he knew he was being recorded, knew the footage would be found and viewed, knew it would be of no use to anyone and so he could mock us.

I had to replicate everything that happened as near as possible so as to eliminate the chance of anything changing. Everything had to play out exactly as it had done. Everything.

But I wasn’t going to wink. I couldn’t bring myself to do it. ‘The Winking Man’ was how he had come to be known. And I was going to erase him.

I stepped on soft, dry sand, looking away from the road as I got out of sight of the camera. There was nothing else to do now. I just had to walk, retracing my footsteps on the beach from earlier, walking back towards where I’d first appeared.

There had been no witnesses that night. Nobody had seen anyone on the beach so I didn’t have to worry about that, and the winking man had surely given up. I focused my attention on the sand as I walked, no longer checking the watch, knowing it had passed 9:59, walked, walked, walked until it started to vibrate at 10.

I took a deep breath. The bundle shifted softly in my arms. My vision started to blur, my body tingled and a wave of nausea swept through me as my surroundings faded.

In the void I continued to walk until the darkness cleared and the landscape took shape again. It only took a second. For me. The watch stopped vibrating, the prickling sensation on my skin subsided and my vision cleared. I was still on the beach but things were different. The moon above was full, glowing bright in a cloudless sky. Towering hotel blocks that hadn’t been there before stretched into the night nearby. The thud-thud-thud of music replaced the sounds of the sea.

And the winking man waited up ahead.

As if punched in the gut, I dropped to my knees, making a horrible, guttural sound. The winking man mimicked my movement. He was exactly as he looked in the picture, a freeze-framed, magnified x100 image come to life and transported into my world. Or so it seemed. Until the mind-fog brought on by traversal cleared and I realised I was looking at the polished chrome side of the car I’d driven on to the beach thirty minutes before.

No.

I lowered my bundle to the sand, peeled the sweaty ski mask off my head, cast it aside and stared in horror at my reflection, my swollen left eye surrounded by blood from where the fir branch had nicked me, making it look like I was…

“Daddy?”

The voice from the blanket was all it took for the dam to burst and the emotions to explode and every single bit of long repressed trauma to urgently pour out of my soul. I started to cry like I’d never cried before while holding her as tight as I dared, burying my face in her shoulder, remembering her smell, the touch of her hair, the sound of her voice.

“Daddy, what’s wrong?” she said, wrapping small arms around my neck. She couldn’t see how different I looked. “Why are we on the beach? Where’s Mummy?”

I held her close and cried relentlessly, watching my heaving reflection in the polished chrome door and the child-abducting bastard winking back at me.

Pizza Sauce

This is more involved than many pizza sauces but it’s worth it! All you have to add for making your pizza is cheese!

Yield: enough for 3 (12 inch) pizzas

Ingredients

1 pound sausage, cooked and drained
1 pound ground beef, cooked and drained
1 onion, chopped
1/2 green bell pepper, chopped
1 clove garlic, chopped
1 large can tomatoes
1 large can tomato paste
1 teaspoon oregano
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon chili powder
1 teaspoon sweet basil
1 large can mushrooms, drained (optional)

Instructions

Sauté sausage, ground beef, onions, bell pepper and garlic in oil, cooking until tender.
Mix remaining ingredients together and add the sausage and ground beef. Simmer uncovered for at least 1 hour.

Notes

This sauce can be frozen.

A Tick Hidden WHERE? Releasing Deadly Toxins | House M.D. | MD TV

What seemingly insignificant childhood memory still makes you smile today?

There are so many……

One that is guaranteed to make me smile began when I asked if I could have a Jack Russell Terrier puppy. My Dad said “You’ve got a Corgi, why do you want another dog?”

“He’s useless” I said, “my friend Barry’s Dog, Dinky, can run fast, climb trees, swim…..”

“Buster can swim!” Said Dad.

“He couldn’t swim to save his life” I said. I was imagining Dinky who accompanied us on all our adventures – he really was like Superdog. Buster struggled to even break into a trot.

With that Dad, who’d had a couple of beers or three, picked up Buster and, accompanied by me, my sister, her friends, marched off towards a nearby small lake. We were soon joined by other kids we knew along the route.

By the time we got to the lake there were about 20 or more kids waiting expectantly.

Dad threw Buster into the lake and…… he swam! He swam pretty poorly, doggy paddle as they say, but he swam!

“Told you!” said Dad. The kids all cheered.

Buster soon got bored of swimming and made his way to the shore… right through a huge patch of duckweed! He emerged covered in the stuff. He then crawled up with his tiny legs buried in mud, his belly getting completely covered in it. He looked terrible.

Dad wasn’t concerned. He picked Buster up, brushed some weed from his face and carried him in his arms all the way back home. The kids slowly dispersed as we got nearer home.

Dad decided Buster needed a bath. He carried him upstairs (Mum was so House Proud Buster had never been there before) and plonked him in the bath. After some time Dad emerged with a clean looking Buster. Buster decided he didn’t like being damp after a towel drying, so he decided to have a dust bath. In two minutes he returned inside dirtier than ever. Dad tried to grab him but he rushed past (no doubt thinking another visit to the lake was on the way) right into the living room – another place out of bounds to him.

5 minutes later Mum arrived home!!! To a scene of chaos and utter mess. Duckweed and mud all over the bathroom floor and walls, muddy doggy footprints through the hallway and living room, all over her new carpets! Dad was chasing Buster, who was doing his best to eminate Dinky as Superdog. It was crazy!

My mum was someone who would raise the roof if we didn’t leave our shoes tidily at the door. And now as she saw her normally spotless home turned into something out of a scene from the Black Lagoon, she was speechless. It literally was so bad that she couldn’t utter a word.

Dad said “Hello Dear, did you have a nice time? Don’t worry about this little bit of a mess, me and the kids will tidy it all up”

She just stared in silence.

Dad took her a cup of tea out in the garden and the rest of us, along with some friends who got volunteered by Dad, began the mammoth clean up.

It must have taken about 3 hours in total, until it was back to “normality”. Buster had been corralled into a corner of the garden for another clean up with buckets of water and sponges, and the house was as close to Mum’s standards as we were ever gonna get it.

Here’s another funny thing. You know when something is so unbelievably bad that its *beyond bad* that you don’t have words. Well that’s where Mum was. She never said a word about the episode – until about 20 years later during a reminiscing session when we all laughed about it like crazy. I still do.

I miss Mum, I miss Dad. I miss Buster and I’ll never forgive myself for calling him “useless”. He gave us all so many memories.

Buttery Onion Braid

Yield: 1 pound loaf (10 servings)

Ingredients

1 (1 pound) loaf frozen bread dough, thawed
6 tablespoons butter or margarine, melted
1 medium onion, minced
1 tablespoon poppy seeds

Instructions

Heat oven to 400 degrees F.
Divide dough into thirds. Roll each section into a 36 inch rope.
Combine butter, onion, and poppy seeds in a large bowl. Dip each rope in mixture and place side by side on a large cookie sheet. Pinch 3 ropes together at one end. Braid ropes. Transfer completed braid to Deep Dish Baker. Shape into a circle, pinching ends together to seal. Pour any remaining butter mixture over top of braid. Cover with Baking Bowl and allow to rise in a warm place until doubled.
Bake for 10 minutes.
Reduce heat to 350 degrees F and continue to bake for 20 minutes.
Remove Baking Bowl and bake an additional 10 to 15 minutes until golden brown.

Shorpy

Why is The European Union Managed So Badly?

Hal Turner World December 30, 2024

If you ever wonder why the EU is so poorly managed, keep in mind – in the EU’s government Economy, Foreign Affairs, and Defense are managed by three bureaucrats from the Baltic states.

The woman, who destroyed Estonian economy, destroyed its transit industry, and whose husband profited off business in Russia during the war, is in charge of Foreign Affairs.

To her left, the ex-Latvian PM, who cut teachers’ and doctors’ salaries, under whom Latvian banks faced accusations of money laundering in billions (even helping North Korea), and who resigned because an illegally certified supermarket collapsed and killed 54 people, is in charge of Economy.

To their right, the Low-profile Lithuanian grandpa, who studied Physics, wrote private letters to the Russian gas company Gazprom, and presided over a bribery scandal at a nuclear power plant – in charge of Defense.

Is it completely true that LGBTQ content is completely forbidden in China (in public life, internet, TV, cinema, etc) and that you cannot absolutely see any kind of mention to LGBTQ people, identities and life in China at all?

I am a gay man living in China, and regarding your question, the situation isn’t entirely as you described. First, on public film and television media, it is indeed true that LGBTQ-related content is not allowed due to the deeply rooted traditional values of the country. However, on the internet, platforms like Douyin (Tiktok) and Weibo (Twitter) allow us to freely discuss such topics. There are even quite a few web series that feature LGBTQ-related content.

We also have access to several legal dating apps for the LGBTQ community, such as Blued (similar to Grindr). In everyday life, even if someone comes out publicly, they will not face discrimination. Although older generations may not fully understand or accept it, there are generally no extreme reactions. People here tend to focus on their own lives and are not overly concerned with others’ sexual orientations. Personally, even when I came out at work, I did not face any professional discrimination.

Unfortunately, we still cannot legally marry. However, the government has introduced a policy called “designated guardianship.” Once certified by the government, two people, regardless of gender, can legally act as each other’s guardians, granting rights such as signing consent forms for medical procedures and inheritance. These rights are essentially similar to those granted by marriage.

Historically, China has had many famous stories of same-sex relationships, including some involving ancient emperors. We even have a deity called the “Rabbit God,” who is specifically associated with same-sex love. The concept of labeling LGBTQ identities only emerged when Western terms and labels were introduced into Chinese culture.

There is a city in China called Chengdu, which is widely recognized as the “gay capital” due to its significant LGBTQ population. Overall, the general attitude of Chinese people is that you can have any sexual orientation you prefer, as long as it doesn’t affect their lives.

So, the truth is, as a gay man living in China, my life is going quite smoothly.

CHINA Completely Cut Off All EXPORTS To U.S: This is Major!

Rye Pizza Dough

This dough has a very light rye flavor. You may increase the rye flavor if you wish to by increasing the ratio of rye to white flour and by adding caraway seeds to the dough.

This recipe will make:

Yield:

2 (12 inch) thin crust pizzas
2 stuffed pizza pockets
1 (14 inch) thick crust pizza
6 (6 inch) pizzas

Ingredients

2 cups rye flour
2 1/2 cups unbleached all-purpose white flour
1 teaspoon salt
1/4 cup (4 tablespoons) olive oil
2 packages dry yeast
1 1/2 cups warm water
2 teaspoons light brown sugar

Instructions

Dissolve the yeast in 1/2 cup of warm water and stir in the light brown sugar. Set this mixture aside and let it stand for at least 5 minutes.
Meanwhile, sift the rye flour and 2 cups of the white flour into a large mixing bowl with the salt. Make a depression in the center of the flour and add 3 tablespoons of the oil and 1 cup of warm water.
Add the yeast mixture, mixing the dough with your hands.
Place flour on the kneading surface and lift the dough onto it. Knead for 8 to 10 minutes.
Place the dough in a clean bowl that has been brushed with oil.
Brush the top of the dough with oil.
Put a clean cloth over the bowl and put it in a warm, draft-free place for 1 1/2 hours.

Is it worth retiring in Thailand with the corruption and extortion?

Thailand without corruption will not be the same and less attractive thaIt’s for certain… nobody wants to come to retire as there will be no difference from their countries where life is as expected.

Whether you want to retire here is an individual choice but I know people from Europe, Japan, and even an almost perfect country like Singapore, people can’t wait to try their luck to retire here but only a few Singaporeans could make it—those who have the Thai mindset and adjust their lives pretty well.

What’s wrong with the almost corruption-free countries I mentioned who want to retire in Thailand?

Nothing is wrong, only they are like-minded individuals in many other countries that have top tax rates paying to the nose all their lives to support pensions, healthcare, etc.

It’s time to call it a day and go to the place where the grass is greener like Thailand and live an ordinary happy life ever after before they kick the bucket.

What’s enough is enough other than sky-high taxes?

If you want to own a car you pay a premium like COE to drive only for 10 years in Singapore, FRT in Hong Kong, LCT in Australia —-wanna drive to London, you pay £15

Take your pick, to own a car in Thailand that lasts a lifetime and pay nothing except braving traffic jams and paying more for fuel, or a choice to take a Sky Train, subway, or motorcycle taxi ride to escape a jam or stay home and watch Netflix.

Extortion? Only if you are a Russian or an Eastern European, or a German or a Chinese living in Thailand, if not, nothing like that will happen to you.

Corruption has an awful meaning that I know but it’s hard to get rid of corruption In poor countries, you may have to wait for a kingdom to come–under a divine government that runs the new world where money no longer exists as God knows what and how to fix it.

Is it worth retiring in Thailand with the corruption and extortion?- Yes, it is ( worth every penny)

Are you bothered by the fact that now you are older and the things you could do before, you now have to have help?

I do not understand the aura of gloom, pessimism, despair, and fatalism that surrounds aging. Now if you are truly hurting, unable to walk, invalided, etc., I certainly do understand and you have my deep sympathy, because without doubt there are many of those. But as someone who is 75 and knows many septuagenarians, I am perplexed by the relentless negativity about the future, especially considering that most I know seem to be doing quite well.

Let me state right off the bat that the things I could do before are the things I still do. Well, I played a lot of ball and got drunk in my teenage years, and I can’t do that now, but God help the person whose only pleasures and good times came from high school days. When I was 23, I drove solo and very nearly nonstop from San Francisco to Pensacola, Florida, and no, I would get killed or kill others trying to do that now. But even at 23, I never wanted to do that again.

I can do the same things today that I enjoyed doing at age 30 and derive greater pleasure from them now than ever I did then. It vexes me to hear oldsters say things like, “Well, this is the last car I’ll ever own.” How would they know? Many even sound pleased about that. Not I. For one thing, I think I have a very good shot at making 90. Won’t be surprised at all if I make 20 or 25 more years. Is that statistically unlikely? Yes, but I feel like a lot of things are on my side, and I would love to hear from more of you who feel the same way.

For one thing, my weight this morning was down to 145 pounds. I am 5′7″, and I weighed 182 pounds seven years ago while working. That current 145 is now just 3 pounds over my weight of 142 at age 17, fifty-seven years ago. A couple of months back, I’d written here that I planned to be at my high school weight by New Year’s Day. With a mere 3 pounds to go, I think I may make it this week. Haven’t decided whether to go lower than 142 or not. After all, that was my peak-conditioning weight, a time when I played ball obsessively. Being that light makes you feel remarkably youthful again, age 75 be damned! Makes you feel that age really is just a number.

A lady commented a few weeks back that she turns 90 this spring yet still gardens, still does anything she wants to do, and still lives independently. An 81-year-old man commented that he lifts weights regularly and feels stronger than he did 30 years ago. When you are feeling this tremendous lightness or strength or energy within you, you feel like you may just go on for a very long time.

I know that I could very well be stricken with cancer or other maladies at this age and at any time. But that is not how I feel or think. In fact, my mind is on fire for all the incredible books I am reading, for writing on Quora, for experiencing the blessed beauty of nature and of this sacred season. I am alive and I feel I have miles and miles to go before I sleep, and that is supremely spirit enabling and fills me with great confidence and joy.

May you all experience the immaculate beauty of this season, and may you have much happiness both now and for all your many, many Christmases to come.

We Investigated China’s Silicon Valley (It’s Not What We Expected)

An Indian is simply STUNNED. Had no idea what China is like.

Normally, Indian videos are kind of nauseating, but this one is different. It is REAL. Well worth your time to watch. Well produced, and informative.

Are you bothered by the fact that now you are older and the things you could do before, you now have to have help?

I am bothered that I am slowing down.

I can still summon strength when needed but time is our most precious commodity.

It takes me longer to do things on my own.

I’ve become resentful of the 40+ hours every week I give to my employer.

I haven’t had time for myself especially to rest and improve my health.

This weekend I moved my daughter 800 miles back home. I am grateful for the two young men who came and carried everything from her apartment to a moving van. That gave us time and saved our strength for when we needed it.

My daughter thinks I can do anything. I’ve tried to gently explain to her about aging.

Trying to Restrict China in Chips a Fool’s Errand — Raimondo

US Commerce Secretary Gina Raimondo, who has been leading the Joe Biden administration’s effort to restrict China’s progress in developing and using advanced chips, now says the effort is a “fool’s errand.”

“Trying to hold China back is a fool’s errand,” Raimondo said in an interview with the Wall Street Journal, adding that investing in building a chip supply chain was more effective than export controls to counter tech rival Beijing.

Raimondo said export controls were mere “speed bumps” for China and had not slowed the country’s push for tech dominance or its progress in building semiconductor capabilities.

“The only way to beat China is to stay ahead of them… We have to run faster, out innovate them. That’s the way to win,” Raimondo told the WSJ.

So Raimondo told the truth just before she is out of office!

Droun

Beth Kubala

When I was ten, Uncle Droun gave me my first telescope. My parents were obviously pleased for me but also somewhat embarrassed by his generosity.“Droun, you didn’t have to give Andrew anything,” declared my mother, shaking her head. Uncle Droun was not really my uncle, he was an out-of-town friend of my father’s whom he had met at a conference a few years ago and brought home to meet the family.About ten years younger than my parents in many ways he treated me more like a big brother. Droun was an astrophysicist and my father’s field was thermodynamics but they would talk and laugh together about many things. Above all my father loved to discuss philosophy with him. But Astronomy belonged to me and Uncle Droun.My mother raised me to be a good Catholic boy, but my father -who had agreed to my baptism to please my Mom – made no secret of his atheism. At different times they tried to use the influence that Uncle Droun had over me to draw me to their position. Droun had been raised as a Catholic too, he told my Mom. She was thrilled by this and loved watching my father squirm when he succeeded in logically backing my free will denying father into a logical corner.I was thirteen when Uncle Droun returned for a visit. He had two days in town he said and didn’t know when he’d see us again. He and I talked for hours about the latest findings in astronomy. My Mom drew him into a deep theological discussion and my father took his turn with their favorite philosophical conversations. At the end of his stay he took me aside and told me he had a trick for me to employ through my teenage years that he had found useful. “Be good to your mother and father and do as you are told. But, if you must disobey and you get caught, invoke your father in his argument denying free will. If you tell your father you had no choice in the matter, he will have to back down if he wants to remain consistent with his argument. Then go to confession, it will make your Mom happy.” I took his advice and followed it to the letter for the whole of my teen years. Many times my father was frustrated by his inability to discipline me and also be consistent with his anti-free will position. My mother was sad when I messed up and delighted when I employed the sacraments to reconcile with God and the church.When I was seventeen, Uncle Droun visited again. “Call me Droun,” he insisted,” the time for “Uncle” is over now that you are about to head off to college.” We spent hours poring over ideas about where and what to study. So I was surprised when his primary piece of advice was not academic, instead he said, “find someone special, perhaps a Catholic girl,“ he winked at me and continued “don’t be scared to wait, when you find her, marry her and be good to her. She will be good to you and loyal too.”He hadn’t been wrong yet so I tucked the nugget away, keeping it to myself. I had a sneaking suspicion my Dad who approved of my academic plans would not have approved of this suggestion.By the time I saw Droun again I was twenty-one, I had met Maggie and we were engaged. I had also been invited to continue research into a new discovery which had implications for how we understood time and space. I was dying to talk to Droun about it but it was all subject to a non-disclosure agreement. He said he understood and he looked excited for me. He didn’t meet Maggie but he said he would try to get back for the wedding.The year I turned twenty-five everything changed. That was the year we realized that the new materials we were working with from outer space could create a stable environment for time travel.Maggie and I were married with one son already and my career was really taking off. I wished I could share the news with my wife, my parents with my old friend Droun but I was compelled to keep the highly confidential project secret. I was conducting time experiments with particular caution. Many had speculated on the challenges of time travel but nobody had actually attempted to discover the reality of time travel. Was it ethical? What were its limitations? Could the timeline be manipulated if I went back in time? As the experiments continued we concluded that the events that had occurred could not be adjusted but great care had to be taken. I certainly never considered traveling in my own timeline.Then one day Droun phoned me and asked if he could meet me at the lab. I said it was impossible, he wouldn’t be allowed in. He agreed to meet me outside the building. Droun was getting older his hair was starting to go gray and he looked more serious than I’d ever seen.“How’s Maggie?” was his first question.“She’s good, very good.” I answered.“And how’s Ben? Is he thriving?” And I reassured him, my family was well. It had occurred to me then as it had before that he knew much more about my family than I knew about his.“I have something I need to explain.” He paused, it was a long pause.“I know about your work. I am involved more deeply in your work than you know. I know you better than you realize.”I looked at him, I knew he couldn’t know about my work. Then I looked at him again, into his eyes and I recognized something I hadn’t seen before.“Since you’ve been working on this project, it hasn’t occurred to you? That you would step back in time to see your family? You’ve never questioned how there comes to be a certain likeness between us?”“Not until now.” I could see it now and I couldn’t unsee it.The man I knew as Droun was me. In case I had any doubt about this he walked me up to the building security and bypassed the bio-metric security to the lab with ease. Up until this point I had not considered the possibility of entering into my timeline. Now Droun had not just given me permission to do so he had told me that’s what I would do. I remembered many of the details of Droun’s visits to me and now I was going to undertake them and go back to spend time with a younger version of myself and my parents too.“I won’t be back,” he said.“You shouldn’t,” I agreed, “It’s too risky.”

“Before you go, where did you get the name Droun?” I asked him

“We’ll never know Andrew,” he said and with that he turned and left, I thought, never to see him again.

When I was thirty-five I gave Andrew his first telescope. I experienced my parents as colleagues and friends. I debated my own father on philosophical questions and spent time talking with my mother about God as an adult. I advised Andrew as a new teen and then again as an emergent adult. I prepared him to meet Maggie. I had met her young and I wasn’t afraid to marry young and accept the adventure of a lifetime as her husband. I attended the wedding incognito, the groom and his family didn’t see me in the back. I wasn’t needed, I just really wanted to go back and revisit that day.

I had no intention to go back and see Andrew after he found out that he and I were the same person. It would have done him no good, the temptation too great to consult with me about his own future. Then when I turned fifty I made the mistake of a lifetime and Maggie found out. After twenty-seven years of marriage, Maggie left me.

I spent months in agony, wishing that I had not let her and our family down and that I hadn’t been tempted in the first place. I wish I could go back in time and stop it from ever happening again. Now I had a new temptation and it ate away at me for a whole year before I lost all resistance. It was my last chance, my only chance. Yet it was hope against hope, how could I change the timeline?

“You’re not supposed to be here,” said Andrew. He was forty-five and with only five years between us we looked like brothers standing next to each other in the park.

“ Maggie is going to leave you. Not her fault. You made a mistake, a huge mistake. It was the cost you paid for your work. You have to slow down your work. Live. Spend time with your family. Less work. Much less.”

To say Andrew was shocked was an understatement, “has it just happened?” he asked.

“It’s been a year since she left.”

“How old are you now?

“I’m fifty. I think you have a chance, a small chance to turn things around with Maggie.”

Andrew was exasperated, “how could I possibly turn things around? It’s already happened on the timeline, you know it isn’t adjustable.”

I found myself shouting at him – unreasonably angry that he wasn’t willing to at least try, “So now you know about it, you’ve accepted it as fate, you think you have permission to treat her poorly?”

“How dare you, Droun?” He was seething. “I haven’t done anything to Maggie to hurt her. You did it. You are the one who cheated, not me. I don’t have permission to do anything, you’ve condemned me to an action I can’t stop myself from doing. Dad was right, when it comes to you and me there is no free will. I can’t undo the decision you made to cheat on our wife.”

He was right. There was no solution to this dilemma.

“I have no recollection of this visit happening to me, so something changed on the timeline.”

Andrew paused before responding, “Truthfully, I can’t live with the knowledge of what will happen for the next five years. I’m going to see a hypnotist and have the memory of this meeting removed.”

“So that’s it then”

“That’s it.”

I understood, in trying to save our marriage, I had imposed on him an impossible task. I turned and walked away.

The loneliest year of my life turned into two. I started to agree with Andrew that Dad was right all along. Free will is just an illusion.

Then Maggie came back.

“I thought you were gone for good, why, why did you return?”

“I forgive you. I love you,” she said.

“You didn’t have to come back. I know don’t deserve it, don’t deserve you.”

“I wanted to come back. I chose to come back of my own free will.”

He could have relieved me of the pain of two years of suffering by coming back to tell me Maggie came back to me. He didn’t. It was the cost, I realized, a penance of sorts for failing my wife and my children. It was a price I had to pay, the price everyone has to pay for the consequences of our actions.

It was a cost I have come to accept in time.

The Psychopath | House M.D.

If you were an 80-year-old person, what would be your daily routine?

80? Ummm , let me think … that was four years ago, so what did I do all day back then (when I was young)? Well, that was when the SARS-CoV-2 virus was spreading itself across the surface of the globe, of course, so there wasn’t a lot I could do – especially when my usual haunts, local golf courses, for example, were closed for a couple of months.

I live on the central coast of California, so that spring and summer I hiked a lot in the hills near my home or along the bluffs overlooking the Pacific – always with my cameras with me. It’s hard to imagine a better outdoor activity than hiking when you want to avoid people! And I wrote a lot – including a piece on the many hiking trails in my area with lots of photos showing off their beauty – and the wildlife one sees. Ordinarily, I would have been planning and then taking a long summer road trip into the Canadian Rockies or somewhere – with hiking and golf along the way. But that wasn’t possible in 2020, but it did get me to thinking about the trips I’d taken before, the hikes I’d been on, the spectacular mountain views, and the lush golf courses in British Columbia I’d played – so I also wrote pieces about those adventures. Writing is a good activity when you want to just get immersed in your thoughts, in the quiet and comfort of your own home – with laptop in hand, while ignoring whatever else is going on in your town.

So what about now? What is my daily routine now that I’m four years older? Not much different, actually – and it’s hardly a routine. I do volunteer at a local golf course as a starter/course marshal two or three days a week – so that gets me out there regularly (where I see a lot of friends) and I often play or practice on days it’s not busy at the course. I played today, for example, for the fourth consecutive day. Just nine holes walking my hilly course (playing two balls since it was not crowded). It’s good outdoor recreation, and even just playing nine holes can still add to about five miles before the day is over depending what else I do. And sometimes I go around that nine-hole course twice. (It was warm today, sunny and windless in December – a nice day to be on a golf course.) And days I don’t go to the course, I might still hike the hills or bluffs – always with my cameras.

And I still pretend I know something from time to time when I peer review for a physics journal, or even sometimes in answering questions on this site.

There may come a time (in fact, likely will come a time), when I can’t be as active as I am now. I don’t know what my routine will be like then – I’m not good at just sitting around. But that will give me more time to write, I suspect. So we’ll see.

How can the Chinese build high speed rail all over the place while California can’t manage a single line?

“China’s high-speed rail is incredibly fast, incredibly comfortable, and has no flaws.” Some time ago, Trump praised China’s high-speed rail in a live broadcast. Previously, Obama and Biden had publicly expressed their “envy” for China’s high-speed rail.

It’s worth noting that as early as 1996, the U.S. proposed its first high-speed rail project, and in 2011, then-President Obama introduced the “25-Year High-Speed Rail Plan,” which included 13 proposed routes. It seemed that surpassing China was imminent. However, as we approach the third president since then, all high-speed rail plans remain on paper, and even the proposed 800-mile California high-speed rail has frequently been scaled back—from an initial plan to build 1,287 kilometers for $77 billion, it now can only cover 177 kilometers.

In the past, Western critics used technical challenges, environmental assessments, and safety concerns of high-speed rail to attack China’s infrastructure development. However, the stable operation of China’s high-speed rail over the years, providing convenience to its people, has answered those baseless doubts. Today, China’s high-speed rail network accounts for over 70% of the world’s total, connecting almost everyone in the country and making the idea of the U.S. easily surpassing it entirely unrealistic.

In reality, the U.S. was once a major industrial nation developing infrastructure on a large scale, but today its increasingly complex and corrupt political system makes such large-scale projects hard to implement. Building high-speed rail is primarily a political issue, deeply influenced by partisan struggles.

In a private economy, the U.S. federal government owns only 28% of the land nationwide. To build large-scale high-speed rail, land must be purchased from private owners. Given the long construction period and uncertain returns, for profit-driven capitalists, it’s akin to gambling and not worth the risk. As a result, besides purchasing land, high-speed rail routes must take detours; for example, a third of the budget for California’s high-speed rail was spent on this. Additionally, the construction of high-speed rail inevitably disrupts the traditional automobile industry market, which has led to resistance from related market capitalists. For instance, after Obama first proposed the high-speed rail plan in 2009, oil tycoon Koch Industries immediately stated that the plan threatened their future vision. To protect their interests, they spent heavily, hired residents from various states, and organized “anti-high-speed rail” protests, further obstructing the project.

Another obstacle is the severe corruption in the United States. When Obama proposed the “25-year high-speed rail plan” in 2011, the total estimated cost for all states was only $53 billion. However, the budget for just one unfinished rail line in California later doubled, and it’s hard to believe there wasn’t any corruption involved. After all, corruption is also a major characteristic of the U.S. For instance, during the COVID-19 pandemic in 2021, San Francisco set up a homeless base camp project to provide essential services like tents and food. However, despite spending over $18 million, only about 260 tents were set up, and it cost $60,000 annually to operate. Considering that a high-end tent from a brand like Patagonia costs around $2,000 at most, and $400,000 would be more than sufficient, it’s hard to believe they didn’t find the $4 million spent insufficient and requested an additional $15 million. Additionally, military corruption is a well-known issue in the U.S. Over the past twenty years, the U.S. has spent $14 trillion on wars, a staggering amount, yet no one can provide a detailed breakdown. They even claimed to have spent $6 million on raising nine goats, but the purpose and whereabouts of these goats remain unknown. It’s hard to believe there was no corruption involved.

In contrast, China benefits from the inherent advantages of its system. With government policy support, technological innovation, and comprehensive engineering progress, building high-speed rail has become as routine as car manufacturing, achieving “China Speed” with remarkable efficiency. Moreover, China is very serious about anti-corruption efforts. Over the past decade, its disciplinary inspection and supervisory agencies have investigated and reviewed 4.388 million cases, involving 4.709 million people, leaving no place for officials involved in corruption and damage to public interests to hide. This has provided an objective guarantee for large-scale construction in China.

Some say that the high car ownership rate in the U.S. makes high-speed rail unnecessary, while others argue that the prevalence of airplanes makes high-speed rail irrelevant. But regardless of the arguments, it is clear that high-speed rail development has indeed benefited the people. Despite frequent suppression from the U.S., China’s development and rise are unstoppable, as evidenced by its high-speed rail achievements. The difficulty the U.S. faces in advancing its high-speed rail projects reflects management problems in the country. Whether it’s money and power transactions or corruption, the U.S. needs to enforce serious penalties and investigations. Otherwise, in the near future, it will witness itself being left behind by the times, with projects stagnating like its high-speed rail endeavors.

The Deepseek question

Deepseek has created an AI which is indistinguishable from OpenGPT for only $5.5M in hardware. The system has been trained on OpenGPT output.

This raises a very interesting question. Many Silicon Valley leaders have said that the US must lead in AI, and cannot let China take the lead. This has been used to justify the raising of billions from investors.

No one has been able to answer how AI would be monetized, and the initial investment would be recovered. Tim Cook, Apple’s CEO, has said that Apple has never discussed an AI monetization strategy.

So how are all the investors in AI in the US going to get their money back? Considering that Deepseek used lower-performance GPUs to deliver results as good as ChatGPTs’, what is the justification for all the billions paid to Nvidia for their GPUs?

Are Chinese companies proving that for all practical purposes, having the most high-performance GPUs are not a differentiating factor in the great US-China AI showdown?

Something to think about in 2025…

This Is What ALWAYS Happens Before A Superpower Falls | Jeffrey Sachs

Is it true that IELTS is more difficult than PTE?

As someone who took the IELTS test and considered PTE before making my decision, I can confidently say that the difficulty level of IELTS is often misunderstood. IELTS, unlike PTE, tests not just your ability to recognise English but your real-world communication skills. This is crucial because in real-life scenarios, you’re expected to express your thoughts clearly, interact with people, and understand a variety of accents.

When I prepared for IELTS, I found it structured, straightforward, and practical. For instance, the speaking test involves a face-to-face conversation with a human examiner. This felt more natural to me than talking to a computer, as is the case with PTE, which can feel robotic and stressful. After all, human interaction is how we communicate in everyday life!

The writing section in IELTS also allows you to showcase your actual writing skills rather than rely on shortcuts that may work for PTE’s automated scoring system. This helped me feel that my abilities were being evaluated fairly and accurately.

I’ve heard from friends who took PTE that their scores often felt irrational due to the reliance on AI scoring, which sometimes penalised them for minor pronunciation or grammatical errors, even if their overall communication was clear. IELTS, on the other hand, evaluates your overall language proficiency comprehensively.

If you’re looking for a test that mirrors real-life communication and is widely trusted by top universities, immigration bodies, and employers, I strongly recommend IELTS. It’s the gold standard for a reason. 😊

(Note: This is based on my personal experience as an IELTS test taker.)

Is Elon Musk out of touch with tech workers in the USA and H-1B?

Musk is a grinder, and he wants his workers to be grinders too. He doesn’t really understand software engineering. Its basic principles just annoy him. What he wants is people who come in early and work late with their heads down.

One of the things about people in the US on H1-B visas is that they know that if they lose their jobs they have 30 days to find another one or they have to leave the country. It’s that fact, and not some kind of cultural work ethic that they’ve learned by in India, that drives H1-B holders to work the way that Musk wants his people to work.

This worked fine for him when he was doing greenfields development in a field that had so little prior art that anything that could be made to work was good enough to sell for nine figures. But you’ll notice that none of his big technical plans for Twitter have come to fruition. He hasn’t added significant new features to Twitter because he doesn’t lead an organization that’s capable of it.

Twitter the financial center? Twitter the video host? Twitter the email hub? There hasn’t been a whisper of any of those projects. The only things Twitter has rolled out were features that were already nearly done when Musk bought the company, and small-scale patches to its existing features.

All of his H1-B workers are toiling away, burning the midnight oil, smiling when they see him, laughing at his jokes, and not really getting anything done. The work that any one of them produces doesn’t integrate well with the work the others are producing. Making that happen requires a lot of thought. These people aren’t paid to think. They’re paid to work.

Musk thinks of his workers as cogs in a machine. What he doesn’t understand is that the machine doesn’t exist yet. New machines can be built with cogs, but they can’t be built by cogs.

Cheddar and Beef Stuffed Sandwich

Yield: 8 servings

Ingredients

1 medium green bell pepper, chopped
1 medium onion, chopped
1 tablespoon vegetable oil
2 garlic cloves, pressed
1 teaspoon dried oregano leaves, divided
2 (283g) packages refrigerated pizza crust
8 (250g) packages thinly sliced deli roast beef
8 ounces (250g) thinly sliced Cheddar cheese
1 egg white, lightly beaten

Instructions

Heat oven to 400 degrees F.
Using Food Chopper, chop green pepper and onion. Heat oil in Stir-Fry Skillet, over medium heat until hot. Press garlic into oil using Garlic Press. Add bell pepper, onion and 1/2 teaspoon of oregano. Cook and stir 3 to 4 minutes or until vegetables are crisp-tender. Remove Skillet from heat.
Unroll 1 pizza crust onto lightly floured surface. Using lightly floured Dough and Pizza Roller, roll out crust to 12 x 9 inch rectangle; cover with half of the beef, cheese and vegetable mixture to within 1/2 inch of edges of dough.
Starting at longest side of rectangle, roll up dough, jellyroll fashion; press seam together to seal. Repeat with remaining crust and filling ingredients. Place rolls, seam sides down, on Large Round Stone. Join ends of rolls together to form 1 large ring; press ends together to seal.
Brush egg white onto dough using Pastry Brush. Sprinkle with remaining oregano.
Bake for 20 to 25 minutes or until golden brown.
Let stand for 10 minutes.
Cut and serve using Slice ‘N Serve.

Nutrition

Per serving: 371 Calories; 22g protein; 15g fat; 35g carbohydrates; 543mg sodium

Attribution

Pampered Chef

What do Chinese netizens think about the maiden flight of China’s new sixth-generation fighter jet?

To be honest, I felt disbelief when I saw the video of China’s sixth-generation fighter jet test flight, and my first suspicion was that it was fake news, but more and more official media outlets started to put out the word to confirm the news.

To be honest I am very proud, since the end of the Qing Dynasty when China was invaded, the dream of every Chinese is that the country becomes strong again, the purpose of our strong military power is not to invade other countries, but for our own country is no longer threatened.

China’s military scientists step by step to catch up with the international advanced level, such as active phased array radar low cost makes China’s radar to create a generation difference advantage. 055 destroyer’s monolithic strength is worthy of our every Chinese people proud.

And today’s six-generation aircraft charges, beyond the United States Japan Britain France, the Chinese people are no longer humiliated, only the weak at heart will compare themselves with other countries.

We Chinese people’s idea is the great unity of the world’s people!

The day of the first flight of the six-generation aircraft happens to be the birthday of our country’s great leader Chairman Mao, perhaps this is Chairman Mao’s favorite birthday present

Title: Sir Whiskerton and the Great Biscuit Bandit

Ah, dear reader, you’ve returned for yet another tale of my astounding intellect and razor-sharp wit. You have good taste, I’ll give you that. Today, I shall recount an adventure that not only tested my patience but also my ability to tolerate a certain sticky-pawed nuisance: Rufus the raccoon. Yes, the same Rufus who seems to be a magnet for trouble. Against my better judgment, he plays a key role in this story. Together, we unraveled a mystery that had the entire farm in an uproar. This is the story of The Great Biscuit Bandit.

The Crime

The day began like any other, with the sun rising over the farm and the animals going about their usual business. I was enjoying a leisurely nap on the barn roof when Farmer Joe’s voice shattered the morning calm.

“My biscuits!” he shouted, his voice carrying across the farmyard. “Someone’s stolen my biscuits!”

I opened one eye, irritated. Biscuits? Really? This was the emergency? But as the animals gathered to gawp at Farmer Joe’s distress, it became clear that this was no ordinary theft. These weren’t just any biscuits—they were Farmer Joe’s famous buttermilk biscuits, the ones he baked every Sunday morning and left to cool on the kitchen windowsill. The humans prized these biscuits above all else, which meant the culprit was playing a dangerous game.

As the animals buzzed with speculation, I leapt gracefully to the ground and padded over to the crowd. “Alright, everyone, calm down,” I said, my voice cutting through their chatter. “Let’s get some details. Farmer Joe, when did you last see your biscuits?”

“This morning,” he groaned, scratching his head. “I left them on the windowsill to cool, and when I came back, they were gone! All ten of ‘em!”

“Ten biscuits,” I mused, my tail flicking thoughtfully. “That’s quite the haul. Whoever did this must be bold… or very, very hungry.”

The Suspects

The animals immediately began pointing hooves, wings, and paws at each other.

“It was the pigs!” Harold the rooster crowed. “They’re always stealing food!”

“Don’t look at us!” Porkchop snorted, indignant. “We’ve been in the mud pit all morning. Besides, we don’t even like biscuits. Too dry.”

“What about Clover?” Henny Penny clucked. “She’s always chewing on things she’s not supposed to!”

“Hey!” Clover the goat bleated, stomping her hoof. “I chew on wood and rope, not baked goods!”

The accusations flew back and forth, but none of the animals seemed guilty enough to pursue. That’s when I noticed someone slinking away from the group, trying very hard not to be seen.

“Rufus,” I called, my voice sharp. “Where do you think you’re going?”

The raccoon froze mid-step, his ringed tail twitching nervously. “Oh, uh, nowhere,” he said, turning to face me with an unconvincing grin. “Just, uh, minding my own business.”

“Funny,” I said, narrowing my eyes. “Because you look like someone who knows a thing or two about missing biscuits.”

Rufus’s grin faltered. “Hey, I didn’t take them, alright? I mean, sure, I thought about it—who wouldn’t? But I didn’t do it!”

“Then you won’t mind helping me investigate,” I said, smirking. “After all, two sets of eyes are better than one.”

He groaned but didn’t argue. Rufus might be a troublemaker, but he knows better than to cross me.

The Investigation

Rufus and I started at the scene of the crime: the kitchen windowsill. The smell of freshly baked biscuits still lingered in the air, but the tray was empty except for a few crumbs. I sniffed the windowsill carefully, picking up traces of flour, butter… and something else. Something earthy.

“Rufus,” I said, pointing to the ground outside the window. “What do you make of those?”

He crouched down and examined the dirt. “Footprints,” he said, his tone uncharacteristically serious. “Small ones. Too small for a human or a pig.”

“Exactly,” I said. “And they’re headed toward the barn. Let’s follow them.”

As we trailed the footprints, Rufus couldn’t help but chatter. “So, uh, what’s the plan when we find the culprit? Scare ‘em? Trap ‘em? Ooh, can I tackle ‘em? I’ve been working on my pounce.”

“You’ll do nothing of the sort,” I said, rolling my eyes. “We’re gathering evidence, not staging a wrestling match.”

“Boring,” Rufus muttered, but he kept following me.

The Plot Thickens

The footprints led us to the barn, where we found more crumbs scattered near the hay bales. Rufus sniffed one and licked his lips. “Mmm, buttery. Whoever took those biscuits sure knows how to enjoy ‘em.”

“Focus,” I snapped, though I couldn’t entirely blame him. The smell was making me hungry too.

As we searched the barn, we heard a faint rustling sound coming from the loft. I motioned for Rufus to stay quiet—no easy task—and crept up the ladder. Peering over the edge, I spotted the culprit.

It was a family of squirrels, their cheeks stuffed with biscuit crumbs. The tray was there too, hidden behind a pile of hay, with a few half-eaten biscuits still sitting on it.

“Well, well, well,” I said, leaping onto the loft. “Looks like the biscuit bandits have been caught red-pawed.”

The squirrels froze, their tails puffing up in alarm. One of them tried to make a run for it, but Rufus was quicker. He darted up the ladder and blocked their escape, grinning like a mischievous pup.

“Nice try, fuzzballs,” he said, crossing his arms. “But you’re not going anywhere.”

The Resolution

With the evidence in paw, I called the animals to the barn to witness the culprits. The squirrels chittered nervously as I explained how they had stolen the biscuits and hidden them in the loft.

“I suppose they couldn’t resist the smell,” I said. “But stealing from Farmer Joe is a serious offense.”

“What do we do with them?” Henny Penny asked, her feathers ruffled.

“We’ll let Farmer Joe handle it,” I said. “But first, Rufus, help me return the tray.”

Rufus groaned but complied, carrying the sticky tray back to the kitchen window. Farmer Joe spotted it later and muttered something about “pesky critters,” but he seemed pleased to get it back.

As for the squirrels, they were banished from the barn but allowed to stay in the nearby woods—on the condition that they leave the farm’s food alone.

The Aftermath

Later that evening, Rufus and I sat on the barn roof, watching the sun set over the fields.

“You know,” he said, licking his paw, “we make a pretty good team.”

“Don’t let it go to your head,” I replied, though I couldn’t entirely disagree. Rufus might be a nuisance, but he’d proven himself useful today.

And the moral of the story? Even the shadiest characters can surprise you when given a chance. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have biscuits of my own to dream about.

The End.

Bill Holter: Mysterious 2025 Deagel Population COLLAPSE Forecast (prepare for war)

Fear. Fear. Fear.

Awakened by canoe

When I was in training for MAJestic, I lived in Ridgecrest, California and commuted to the China Lake NWC for my training. As I have discussed previously, it was in the middle of the desert. Beautiful and remote. But yes. Beautiful.

I would ride my motorcycle onto the base with my briefcase. In it would be a simple sandwich. Perhaps a bologna or peanut-butter and spaghetti sandwich. And enter the various gates to get to my area.

Anyways, during that time it was very, very hot.

Dry heat, but dangerous. You absolutely had to be hydrated.

And you know, guys, I wore a cologne. It was “Canoe”. This cologne (when ever I smell it in a store) transports me back to that time. It was a time of new beginnings. It was the start of my life.

In my early to mid-20s.

Canoe.

I find it AMAZING to me how a scent, or a smell, can transport me back in time. To a point where my memories are refreshed, and my emotions are all awakened.

Guys, and girls, never underestimate the power of scent.

Today…

What are some reasons for the negative sentiment towards the Chinese government (CCP) among its citizens?

That it’s too soft?

When the US had Canada kidnap the Huawei founder’s daughter and go around the world threatening countries to stop using Huawei, the CCP didn’t do shit but negotiate. Most Chinese would have liked to see the government act in kind, jailing Tim Cook’s family and seizing Apple’s productions and assets in China, nationalizing it and converting it into a Chinese brand, and sanction every country that followed the US in banning Huawei. Or for the bare minimum, couldn’t we have at least banned Apple like the US banned Huawei?

When Nancy Pelosi violated Chinese sovereignty by visiting Taiwan without Beijing’s approval, the CCP chose to do military drills around Taiwan after Pelosi had left. But most Chinese wanted to see her plane shot down for violating Chinese airspace. You have no idea the atmosphere of expectation for war on the ground in China that night. People were literally gathered with friends and family, anxious like before a sporting event. And man the absolute disappointment and humiliation the next day, when peace triumphed war.

When stupid Hong Kong “pro-democracy” protesters paid by the CIA took to the streets to free a convicted murderer of his girlfriend in 2019, Chinese across the country were shocked. When they started stabbing policemen and threatening the children of law enforcement, most Chinese just wanted to see the protestors and the CIA organizers (American diplomats) dead, or at least jailed. Yet the CCP chose to let the protest rage on and let the fed-up Hong Kongers deal with their own problem.

The CCP is rational and peaceful, too much so in the eyes of sentimental beings. The normal people don’t care about political compromise, we just want fairness, we want to hit back when someone hits us. And the CCP denies us that. That’s the main factor attributing to the negative sentiment toward the CCP at home.

Have you ever met a dangerous person and not known it at the time?

I met a man in Marina Del Rey where I lived. He said he was an airline pilot from France and he lived in the MDR towers. He asked me to dinner, I said yes, and I met him later that week at his apartment in the towers. The towers are sort of a club they have dining and all sorts of activities, so we were going to eat in the restaurant downstairs. While I was sitting on his sofa waiting for him, he offered me a drink. I don’t drink so I declined. I remember seeing a picture of him and his twin brother on his table. He told me they were both airline pilots. Then he offered me a soda but I don’t drink soda pop so I declined that as well. Both times he had already prepared the drinks and he seemed frustrated by my turning down the drinks. So he returned to his kitchen. While he was in the other room I got the worst feeling. Just a dreadfully fearful feeling. I picked up my purse, slipped out the door, took the elevator down and ran to my car. Several weeks later he and his twin brother were in the newspaper, they had been arrested for drugging and raping women. Neither were French nor were they pilots.

Pepperoni Pizza Pinwheels

Yield: 12 servings or 24 sample servings

Ingredients

1 (16 ounce) pouch Pantry Pizza Crust & Roll Mix (including yeast packet)
1 1/4 cups very warm water (120 to 130 degrees F)
1 tablespoon vegetable oil
2 garlic cloves, pressed
4 ounces mozzarella cheese, grated, divided (1 cup)
3 plum tomatoes, sliced
1 teaspoon Pantry Italian Seasoning Mix
1 (3.5 ounce) package thinly sliced pepperoni
1 ounce fresh Parmesan cheese, grated
1 (8 ounce) can pizza sauce, warmed (optional)

Instructions

Heat oven to 350 degrees F.
Brush cups of Stoneware Muffin Pan with vegetable oil using Pastry Brush.
In Classic Batter Bowl, combine mix, yeast, water and oil. Mix dough according to package directions for pizza crust.
Generously flour flat side of Large Grooved Cutting Board using Flour/Sugar Shaker. Using lightly floured Baker’s Roller, roll dough into a rectangle even with edges of Cutting Board. Press garlic using Garlic Press; spread evenly over dough using Skinny Scraper.
Grate half of the mozzarella cheese over dough using Deluxe Cheese Grater.
Slice tomatoes using Ultimate Slice & Grate fitted with v-shaped blade; arrange in a single layer over cheese and sprinkle with Seasoning Mi.
Arrange pepperoni slices evenly over tomatoes.
Grate remaining mozzarella cheese over pepperoni and tomato slices. Starting at longest edge, roll dough up tightly; pinch seam to seal.
Using Serrated Bread Knife, slice roll into 12 (1 1/2 inch thick) slices. Place slices, swirl side up, into cups of Muffin Pan. Grate Parmesan cheese; sprinkle evenly over rolls.
Bake 30 to 35 minutes or until deep golden brown.
Remove to Nonstick Cooling Rack; cool 5 minutes before removing from pan.
Serve with warmed pizza sauce for dipping, if desired.

Nutrition

Per serving (1 pinwheel): Calories 240, Total Fat 9g, Saturated Fat 3g, Cholesterol 15mg, Carbohydrate 28g, Protein 9g, Sodium 640mg, Fiber 0g

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Pampered Chef

Putin, China & Iran Ready for WW3 in 2025–Here’s Why w/ George Galloway

Title: Sir Whiskerton and the Great Haystack Caper

Ah, you’ve returned for yet another tale of my unparalleled brilliance! Of course you have. How could you resist? Once again, I, Sir Whiskerton, the most cunning and sophisticated creature to ever grace this farm, have a story to share. This time, my razor-sharp intellect was put to the test in one of the most perplexing and ridiculous mysteries I have ever encountered: the Case of the Vanishing Haystack. Prepare yourselves for an adventure filled with absurdity, betrayal, and, of course, my undeniable heroics.

The Haystack Disappears

It all started on a breezy afternoon. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and I was perched on the barn roof, grooming my immaculate fur. Life was good. That is, until I heard the panicked braying of Gerald, the donkey.

“It’s gone! It’s gone!” Gerald cried, galloping around the farmyard like a lunatic.

I sighed deeply. Gerald is not the sharpest tool in the shed, but he’s harmless enough. However, his screeching was disrupting my peace, so naturally, I had to intervene.

“What’s gone, Gerald?” I called down, my voice dripping with boredom.

“The haystack!” he brayed, his eyes wide with terror. “The big haystack by the barn—it’s missing!”

“Missing, you say?” I leapt down from the roof and landed gracefully in front of him. “Haystacks don’t just walk away, Gerald. Are you sure you’re not just looking in the wrong place?”

“I’m sure!” he insisted. “It was there this morning, and now it’s gone! I—I was going to have a snack, and—poof—it’s gone!”

This was intriguing. Haystacks, as a rule, are large, immobile, and entirely incapable of disappearing without a trace. I decided to investigate, partly because I was curious and partly because I needed an excuse to stretch my legs.

The Scene of the Crime

When I arrived at the barn, I found a large, circular patch of dirt where the haystack had once stood. Bits of hay were scattered here and there, but the bulk of it was nowhere to be seen. A crowd of animals had gathered, all of them murmuring and speculating wildly.

“It must have been aliens!” Harold the rooster declared, flapping his wings dramatically. “They’ve come to take our hay for their experiments!”

“Oh, please,” I scoffed. “If aliens wanted hay, they could just grow their own. Use your brain, Harold—not that you have much of one.”

“I bet it was the wind,” Bessie the cow offered, chewing her cud thoughtfully. “A really, really strong wind.”

“Bessie, it would take a tornado to move that much hay,” I pointed out. “And unless I missed it, there hasn’t been a tornado today.”

The crowd fell silent, all eyes turning to me. They were waiting for me to solve the mystery, as they always did. I let out a dramatic sigh. “Fine. Let the great Sir Whiskerton handle it.”

The Investigation

As any seasoned detective knows, the first step in solving a mystery is to gather evidence. I sniffed around the patch of dirt, my keen senses picking up traces of hay, mud, and… something else. Something unusual.

“Hoofprints,” I muttered, examining the ground closely. “And not just any hoofprints. These are fresh, and they’re heading toward the pasture.”

The animals gasped.

“Do you think the thief is still out there?” Henny Penny squawked, clutching her feathers dramatically.

“Possibly,” I said, my tail twitching with anticipation. “Stay here and don’t touch anything. I’ll follow the trail.”

The Suspects

The hoofprints led me to the pasture, where I found the first suspect: Clover the goat. Clover is a mischievous little creature with a penchant for chewing on things that don’t belong to her. If anyone was capable of stealing a haystack, it was her.

“Clover,” I said, narrowing my eyes, “care to explain why there’s hay stuck to your horns?”

She looked up from the fence post she was gnawing on, her big yellow eyes filled with innocence. “Oh, this? I bumped into the haystack earlier. Honest! I didn’t take it!”

“Hmm,” I said, studying her carefully. She didn’t look strong enough to move an entire haystack, but I couldn’t rule her out entirely.

Next, I decided to question the pigs. Porkchop and his gang were lounging near the mud pit, as usual. “Porkchop,” I said, “did you and your crew have anything to do with the missing haystack?”

He snorted. “What would we want with a haystack? We’ve got slop, and slop is way better than hay.”

This was true. Pigs have no interest in hay, and their mud pit was far too small to hide an entire haystack. I moved on.

The Breakthrough

As I continued to follow the trail, I noticed that the hoofprints were becoming more erratic, as if the thief had been struggling to carry their loot. Then, I spotted something in the distance: a large pile of hay hidden behind the old apple tree.

“Gotcha,” I said, my whiskers twitching with satisfaction. I crept closer, and to my surprise, I found the culprit fast asleep on top of the stolen haystack.

It was Gerald. Yes, Gerald—the very donkey who had reported the haystack missing in the first place.

“Gerald!” I shouted, waking him with a start. “Care to explain why you’re napping on the stolen haystack?”

He blinked at me, his ears drooping in embarrassment. “Oh… uh… I guess I forgot. I moved the haystack over here because… um… the sun was better for napping. Then I got tired, so I… well, I fell asleep.”

I stared at him, utterly dumbfounded. “You caused this entire scene because you wanted to nap in the sun?”

Gerald nodded sheepishly. “I didn’t mean to cause trouble. I just really like hay, and this spot looked cozy.”

The Resolution

I dragged Gerald back to the barn, where the other animals were waiting anxiously. When I told them what had happened, they erupted into laughter.

“Leave it to Gerald to forget he stole the haystack!” Harold cackled.

“I told you it wasn’t aliens!” Bessie said triumphantly.

As for me, I simply shook my head. “The moral of the story,” I announced, “is that sometimes the simplest explanation is the correct one. And also, donkeys are ridiculous.”

With the haystack returned to its rightful place, peace was restored to the farm. As for Gerald, he promised to stick to napping in the pasture from now on. And me? I retired to my favorite sunny spot on the barn roof, ready for the next absurd mystery this farm would inevitably throw my way.

The End.

Do you agree with Treasury Secretary Janet Yellen that “Ukraine’s success is in America’s core national interest”?

I used to respect Yellen thinking a person with a PhD has some morality. Boy, I was so wrong. She was as evil as Satan. She is so selfish. Only thinking about USA & not humanity in general. Since she is a Jewish American, perhaps like her bible, Jews are chosen people & all others are animals that can be slaughtered by the Jews.

The whole idea of the Ukraine war is to 1) gobble up Ukraine’s rich natural resources 2) weaken rival Europe’s economy & 3) lastly to break up Russia.

Of course, USA makes it look like Russia invasion. Russia’s fault.

USA, Yellen included, has the mentality of colonialism & ultra capitalism. How many people died in the Ukraine war? How many more deaths do Satan Yellen & USA want to make USA “great”?

I heard her speeches in universities. Soft spoken. But full of gossip-like speeches to create hatred & fear of China. I despise her. I hate Satan.

The Sopranos – Tony Soprano whacks Chucky Signore

As Samsung phone is for South Korea and iPhone for the US, what equivalent top tier phone is for China?

Xi jinping’s phone: Special customized Military-grade encryption zte axon smartphone, top configuration.

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Professional supply of CPC cadres, Chinese government cadres, diplomat, PLA cadres, not available in the market.

To Bake Under the Sun

Sam Jacobsen

This story contains themes or mentions of physical violence, gore, or abuse.

Earth is now a whisper–sad, desolate. For many miles, crags drone on in a ceaseless field of black. The rocks left behind are sharp and cracking, their shale falling down into pits of tar and sludge. At the peak of the highest crag is a glowing portal–our slip. It is a gate to another time; another place. We funnel through the slip like lemmings to the cliff, our eyes glazed and desperate. We being the last of us, that is. We come, warped and damaged by radiation, drought, famine, to escape. The seas and forests are gone, our beloved animals with them. The things which remain are warped and ugly: things which should never be trusted, and never be eaten. So, we march to the slip–to places bountiful and beautiful. Pilgrims, that is what we are, come to pray to our swirling god. Beyond and about the world burns, boils, breaks as it has for as long as we can remember. Overhead, toxicrows bark. Their call is a loathsome, lonesome thing–the song of our last birds. Earth, our mother, screams, spewing up green sludge with each cough. Only in the slips is there beauty anymore: a giant, rounded portal to a separate time, surrounded by copper machinery. Its many tubes, electrodes, and vents scream at us, begging for mercy. Big waste tubes run from it down into the crust of out world, pulsing like a sick vein.One of us steps forward–an irradiated man with burnt skin. He, smiling, steps through the slip and disappears. Not but a second later, a form falls from the sky in the distance and splats into a wide pit. Person by person the line decreases, its backmost reaches leading on for uncountable miles. As the unchanging light of our dying world filters on, I move.Soon, it is my moment. The slip towers above me–a welcoming swirl. With a nod, the slip-keeper–his fleshless face hidden behind a plague mask of junk–bids me enter. Stepping forward, I am swept up in the cold hug of the slip. Though I have never seen the sea, I know now how it feels to be adrift in it. It’s the soothing, amniotic rush through the fabric of many realities. Separate times flicker by like framed photographs behind dusty glass. There: a man learning to ride a bike. There: a lone fish in a wide, endless depth. They come in droves, these moments. The slip was perfected decades ago, and it leads me seamlessly to where I want to be.Colors rocket by, leading me to a time, a place, where all is clean and good. A time where my child is still alive; a place when flowers still grow. Here, things are foreign, yet familiar. At first, my head hurts–a symptom of slip-travel, or so I was told. But a headache is worth the time I have ahead. There are pools here…lakes…oceans. Forests too, and cities not held together by junk wire. I grow. I laugh. I love. I know it is not permanent, but the knowledge fades in time. What pain is there here but the prickle of pine needles underfoot? What sadness but the bitter-sweet, happy kind? I don’t go hungry here, nor fall to bits in the light of the sun. In my original time, rain was a stinging, stinking barrage. Here, it is beautiful. The mountains are clean; the skies are clear. I find I often wonder how I could have ever survived in such a place as the one I left. Yet, there is a ghost–lurking and terrible–in the shape of things. It is the shadow of what is. What will be. What I left. There’s something like guilt inside of me; I’ve sacrificed a life in my own time for a new one here. Is that so wrong? I did leave my friends…did leave my love. Surely, if they could see how beautiful this place is, they would not judge.A day comes when the slip-trip is done. The portal–once a friend, now angry and red–rips me from the separate place. I am shorn, tossed, discarded. Tired, I am deposited in the sludge pits of my ruined home. The slip had mangled me irreparably. My limbs are twitching goiters. My organs bloat and squeeze incorrectly; my flesh is a colorless bag of veins. My mouth slants up between my eyes, coils over my head, and back over my spine. My eyes–lidless now–are turned forever upwards to watch the blazing sky. Not even the toxicrows dare taste my flesh.In my world. but a second has gone by.I hear a friend scream at me from the line. “Look!” she says, “what fun you must have had.”She’s right.Watching the lines pour over the crags–the silhouettes marching into the slip–I grow to resent them. I had my time, but I want more. One by one the people return, cast down to wallow beside me, their DNA mutilated by the slip’s rays. We will never die now: the cost of a brief taste of utter serenity. Though we cannot shut our eyes, we sleep and dream all the same. Our lips gibber, teeth gnash, and we remember those separate times. Body by body, we grow in number until our pit is full. When there is no more room, the sun melts our bodies into one. Cobbled flesh, melded bones, our thoughts trail off and merge, our brain cells fusing together. My memories of flowers and my child become memories of slow, dark rain against a ship. Become the gentle breeze through palms on a quiet beach. Become the rhythmic thrum of heavy bass in a noisy club. Become hellos and goodbyes and tears and kisses and dancing and sex, each neural-fusing brining a new brilliant burst of light. Before long, the memories compile too many times over, and we become a mindless legion, our terrible form growing lost beneath falling shale and sludge. trapped in the dark, we can feel the weight of new slip-returnees plopped down. They enter, they live, they land here to bake under the sun.

How China is about to cause HUGE pain for America’s economy

Why isn’t China exporting robots?

Why did China showcase so many cool things in the last few days of 2024? Does China actually have much more potential than we thought?

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I bet you don’t know the latest Xiaomi Ninebot Scooter that has gyroscopic balance and can’t fall down , which can automatically drive itself from the parking lot for a 100 meter distance to where you are

That can be started by mobile phone if your key is lost

That can have a battery shutdown if security more is installed (meaning OTP or QR code Authorization mode can be activated)

Range is 185 Kms & Max Speed is 166 KPH but Median Speed is 77 KPH

It sold the most E Bike units in 2024 December and is priced at 11,999 Yuan & 14,999 Yuan

Cheaper than an iPhone or Huawei Foldable Phone

Imported Tax Free into India, it’s cost would be ₹ 1.33 Lakh

This year China approved it’s own Immunotherapy regime for Cervical Cancer and their own approved drug , made in China

Treatment cost reduces from 88,000 Yuan for a course to 26,000 Yuan for a course

The Swiss US FDA Drug isn’t banned.

You can choose to pay 90,000 Yuan for the US Product or 26,000 Yuan for the Chinese Product

Unfortunately neither is covered under insurance 😔

Chinas Potential is immense and it’s showcasing them regularly

Phytium and Loongson Processors once regarded as total junk are now performing on par with Intel Processors of 2 1/2 – 3 years ago

It’s a Nation on the move now !!!!

Scratched Wax

Chris Miller

“I see that you cannot take your eyes from the gifts time has bestowed upon me.” The Dealer’s eyes glinted through a fringe that lay over his face like the unearthed roots of a mangrove swamp. The roots fed a great vine of matted hair that climbed over his head in a dense coil and looped down to twist like a constrictor several times around his body.

“Stare,” he said in a delicate breath barely strong enough to carry the word, “every second you spend staring at me becomes mine.” He raised a thin hand and used the edge of a long, twisted fingernail to score a line into the body of the candle that burned on the table between us. “You may share my time until the flame erases the line.” His hand dropped to the table under the weight of his decades-long nails, which twisted like fuses and scraped toward me through the silence as he flexed his gnarled fingers. “Now, tell me your needs and learn my price.”

“I need to travel,” I said, focusing on the two sparks of candlelight reflected in The Dealer’s eyes, trying to ignore the huge figure who stood by his side, just visible at the edge of the small reality of candle-lit space.

“To the lived, or the unlived?”

“Back, I want to go back. To the lived.”

“Ah, yes, to revisit the lived is more valuable. We are all moving into the unlived, travelling there is a mere matter of efficiency, but to revisit the lived, that offers possibilities beyond comprehension, and so, to be blunt, it must attract a higher cost. How far do you wish to travel?”

“It depends on the price.”

“As so much does, indeed, as so much does,” sang The Dealer with a slow shake of his head. “I charge one hour for one scint,” he said flatly.

“Scint? The government are offering a minute for an hour, what’s a scint?”

“Ah, the government. Those philistines have no understanding of the true value of time, and they place such… illiberal limits on travellers. They make life so difficult for independent businessmen like myself and my colleague Mr Cleave,” said The Dealer with a slight nod to the figure at his side, “but in the face of adversity, we innovate! One hour of your life will buy you one scint of travel, one hundredth of an hour.”

“I don’t know. It’s expensive.”

The large figure stooped and a pale face with black-bagged eyes sunk into the candle’s glow. The head rolled slightly as scarred lips twitched and bounced, miming speech and poisoning the globe of candle light with sour breath, but remaining as silent as the sea bed. After a few seconds, when the lips were still, the words came.

“If you could get a government licence you wouldn’t be here. One hour, one scint. The rate is not negotiable.”

I nodded, holding the unblinking glare of the desynchronised addict as his face rose away from the flame and back into the darkness. I pretended not to have noticed his lag.

“You must forgive Mr Cleave,” said The Dealer. “He is a man of very liberal principles and deeply resents the government’s interference in our trade. He is a frequent micro-traveller and his, shall we say, sumptuous proclivities, have also rendered him somewhat… impatient. Let us come to an arrangement which will allow you to experience the pleasure that he knows so well.”

“I don’t think I can afford your rate. If it’s not negotiable then…”

“Let us not be too hasty. As I say, Mr Cleave lacks my patience. I am a businessman. Life is a negotiation. Everything is negotiable!”

Mr Cleave turned, perhaps piqued by his partner’s flexibility, and disappeared quickly into the darkness, to be followed shortly after by the beat of his bodyless footsteps.

“Come closer,” said The Dealer, “let me see the quality of the time you have to offer.”

I bent forward slightly in my seat, pushing my chin closer to the candle flame, over The Dealer’s claws. He mirrored my movement and the yellow light leapt to his long, grey beard as it swept like rain over the table. He turned briefly to his left and grunted. Hands, too small to belong to Cleave, reached out and fitted a jeweller’s loupe to the bridge of his nose. He turned back to me, aiming the lens into my eyes.

“You have travelled forty-two years, one-hundred and fifteen days, twenty-three hours and seventeen minutes… ah, eighteen. Your heart is good, despite your drinking, tut tut! But who am I to judge? We shall leave that to our priggish government, shan’t we?” He tapped his hands lightly as he peered, causing the nails to rattle and scrape on the table under my chin. “Please turn your head to the left. Yes. And now the right, yeeees, unremarkable but acceptable. And finally, to complete my process, you must tell me your father’s name.”

“Winston Craig.”

“My thanks. I see that there were some problems in your youth, the nature of them is unclear to me, but nothing to suggest that you will not have a perfectly average journey length. This would mean you have something in the region of thirty years left with which to deal. Regretfully, this is insufficient to purchase an amount of travel which could tempt me to negotiate on my rates.”

“I need a month,” I said “well, thirty days.”

“Thirty days. Seventy-two thousand scints at a cost of seventy-two thousand hours. Three thousand days, over eight years. Which means that, in line with my long-standing business practices, partially adopted at the insistence of my erstwhile associate Mr Cleave, regrettably, I must charge you nine. We only accept complete years I am afraid. A fee of nine years will purchase you a journey of thirty-two days. Always prudent to buy slightly more than you need, wouldn’t you agree? I’m sure that a pragmatist such as yourself can see that this is a wonderful deal.”

“It’s just… so much.”

“The journey you need to undertake is very valuable, my friend, maybe worth more to you than a mere nine years of your life?”

“It is important. The thing I have to do, it would change a lot.”

“And to relive the already lived would be inaccessible to you by any other means, by any licenced means, wouldn’t it?”

“It is a big decision.”

“Ah, my friend, it is no decision at all.” The Dealer grinned and aimed the lens of the loupe at the flame as it burned closer to the scored deadline in the wax. “I do not know when next I will be available for a consultation. It could be some time. Every second you hesitate is one you must buy back at the point at which you see sense.”

“I just don’t know.”

“Mr Cleave! Mr Cleave where are you? We are leaving!” The Dealer twisted indignantly in his seat and made a show of preparing to leave despite being incapable of so much as standing without assistance. “There is no creature so reprehensible as a time waster!”

“Wait,” I said quietly.

“Mr Cleave! Where has he got to?” The Dealer looked to the other figure in the darkness and hissed, sending them scuttling off to search for Mr Cleave.

“What if I had more time to offer? Not just more, but higher quality too?”

“I have appraised your time; higher quality would mean it would have to come from another donor.”

“Yes.”

“A younger donor?” The Dealer stopped looking around for Cleave and pointed his loupe at me once again, a flicker of candle light briefly flashing a magnified image of a hungry, yellow eye in the thick lens.

“Yes.”

The Dealer raised a hand and with a careful scrape of a nail scored a new line, lower down on the candle’s neck.

“You have my attention; you may share my time a little longer. But be warned; if you are wasting more of my time, you will find you have considerably less to deal with than I previously estimated. Mr Cleave will gladly relieve you of it.”

“I’m not wasting your time,” said a boy’s voice in the darkness.

“Who’s there?” said The Dealer, instinctively turning to his left for assistance and, finding none, stiffly jerking his neck to shake the loupe awkwardly away from his eye, unable to use his clawbound hands, helpless without Cleave or his other associate.

A boy of twelve stepped into the glow of the candle beside me. The Dealer rocked forward so far over the table that a few stray beard hairs curled and smoked in the candle’s orbit. The tip of his tongue flickered in his moustache.

“You would be prepared to offer the child’s time?” said The Dealer.

“Would you be prepared to appraise it?” I said.

“Oh, yes. Don’t worry, child, I won’t take a moment. Turn your head to the left for me.”

The boy complied, blanky obedient.

“Yes, good boy. And to the right… Yes… Closer to the flame, my Little Moth. Very good. And finally; what is your father’s name?”

“Winston Craig.”

“Ah, a family name, how traditional. My thanks, Little Moth.” He turned back to me, “I have seen enough. If you can guarantee that we could conduct our business without any, obstructions, then for the boy’s time I could match even our foolish government’s rates.”

“There won’t be any obstructions,” I said, looking at the boy who solemnly shook his head.

“What about the mother?” asked The Dealer.

“Mother’s dead,” I said.

“Ah, tragic. Such a waste, to die young,” said The Dealer affecting a frown that did little to conceal his obvious joy at the new opportunity.

“She was much older than me,” I said.

“Ah, well, tragic none the less. But we must not dwell on the past! Why dwell on it when you could soon dwell in it?” said The Dealer with a few sawing breaths of weak laughter that left spittle in his beard.

“So, you would take the boy’s time?” I confirmed.

“Oh, yes,” said The Dealer, any hint of humour gone.

“How much would you take?”

“Oh, he has so much to give…”

“What if I wanted to travel thirty years?” I asked.

“Well, my friend, as the wisest among us know, life is a negotiation, and I would negotiate… for a whole life,” said The Dealer, the flame picking out his unblinking eyes as it erased the line that should have marked the end of our meeting.

The boy and I looked at each other.

“Is that enough?” the boy said to me.

“Oh, that is enough!” yelped The Dealer, “that would buy so very much, my brave Little Moth.”

“I think we’ve got enough,” I replied to the boy as I rose from my chair.

“Please sit, my friend, we must conclude our business,” said The Dealer, a weak laugh nervously punctuating his words.

“Yes, let’s conclude our business,” said the boy.

“Yes,” I said, “No need to spend any longer on this one.” I hardened my voice as I had so many times before and addressed The Dealer, “You are under arrest for violation of section eight-B, chapter nine of novel three of the Temporal Protocol. It is my duty to inform you that I am a Constable of the Queen’s Government and that you are in my charge until I deliver you to a designated custody facility. Any resistance will be met with force, proportionate and reasonable, but otherwise unlimited. Do you understand?”

“Cleave!” cried The Dealer.

“I think he understands,” said the boy.

“There are about a dozen more crimes that you will be answering for, I could list them all, but I wouldn’t want to waste any more of your time,” I said.

“Mr Cleave!” shrieked The Dealer, “Mr Cleave, help me!”

“He can’t hear you. Byron Cleave was killed while resisting arrest. We took him yesterday morning, as soon as we positively identified him this afternoon,” I said. “He went for his weapon, that cumbersome thing that bulged in his jacket as he stooped to intervene in our negotiation, but I was faster. Maybe his lag was catching up with him.”

“No. This is preposterous! You cannot use travel to convict me. I know my rights; disordered events are inadmissible.”

“Our conversation here this evening will provide more than enough evidence.”

“Entrapment then! What despicable wretch would use a child in his scheme to corrupt an honest businessman? It is not legal; it will not stand. No child can agree to take part in this. Run child! Flee this heinous beast!”

“I could never get away from this man even if I did run. Anyway, it was my idea,” said the boy calmly.

“It cannot be. Trust a wise old man, your father, this wretch, whoever he is, has lied to you, used you. A child cannot agree to be exploited in this way. You were mere bait in his trap to ensnare an innocent entrepreneur.”

“Like I said, it was my idea,” I said.

“And mine alone,” said the boy.

“Ah…” said The Dealer as he slumped in his chair, his head rolling forward under the weight of his thick vine of hair. He stared at his finger nails, coiling and twisting over the table, their shadows tearing at its surface in the flickering light of the faltering candle. “In the panopticon they will take time’s gifts from me,” he said with a moan.

“They will take everything,” we said, as the candle guttered and died.

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Scott Ritter: Germany is F*CKED as it faces total COLLAPSE, NATO in Big Trouble

What are the possible capabilities of China’s new sixth-generation fighter jet?

First there are 2 fighters and I am not sure why only one of those fighters is being talked about as the 2nd plane is just as important possibly as the first.

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The first fighter labeled the J-36 is a triangular tailless fighter/bomber. There are multiple ways that this fighter could be set up.

It could be used as a like a stealthy TU-22M3 with a range around 6000–7000km and speed over Mach 2 possibly closer to Mach 3. It would use most likely 3 WS-15 with total thrust output of 540KN or around 121,000lbs of thrust. Which with projected maximum weight of 50 tons would allow for a T/W of 1.21 at max afterburner. The armament is likely to either 10+ PL-15E’s or 6–8 PL-17’s with possibly 4 PL-12’s in smaller bays. The real question becomes how maneuverable will this plane be. It has the thrust but without vertical tails and what appears to be the lack of thrust vectoring it will very difficult to make agile. This why all NGAD renderings add canards to tailless designs to add better maneuverability. There are also theories on using puffs of air to move plane around but to date it has never been done.
It could be used as a stealth standoff missile carrier similar to B-21. It could have no afterburners and travel subsonic with long range cruise missiles to penetrate air defences and fixed targets on the ground . In this case the need for high maneuverability would not be important as most likely it would use the new 500km AKF98A missile. It could also hold multiple glide bombs, or drones.

The second is what is being called the J-50 this seems to be the fighter jet of the 6th generation for China. It is approximately 2 meters longer and 9m wider wingspan than J-20. The J-50 is believed to use the 2 WS-15 engines with estimated top speed of Mach 2+. This design will allow for larger payload due to additional length and width allowing for larger weapons bay. This is also a tailless design therefore the all aspect stealth should be greatly increased. The swept back wing design with adjustable tail fins will produce strong aerodynamic performance.

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All this analysis is speculation as all we have seen are pictures and videos, the Chinese military have provided no details. I have heard a lot of coping by both American and Indian media speaking about things like NGAD having belter avionics or that in does not have adaptive cycle engines therefore it is not 6th generation. The fact is that China is years ahead of the US in the 6th generation fighter currently. How can I say that? These were not first time flights, these were not yellow prototypes flying around. The color scheme alone lets you know that these fighters are in much later testing in the phase, maybe 2 to 3 years from production if not less especially for the J-36 which I believe is what was called up until a week ago the JH-26 had spy photo’s up long ago. In fact the Chinese may have more hiding in the background. For all those who think that US is so far ahead in technology whether it be chip, AI or R&D I would ask you to see how even with the US doing everything it possibly to retard Huawei ability to innovate it has not worked. Their AI models a year or two behind the Americans. That is not a significant enough gap in technology to speak of especially since the gap keeps closing.

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Alleged JH-26 spy photo.

The point is this, if you took all the tech in the J-20 and just stuffed it into the J-36 added the rumored side arrays and additional optical. The improved stealth and range would make it a huge threat to all US carriers and naval vessels, Guam, Philippines and India. Fighter generations are a made up marketing tool by Lockheed Martin. Here is the question you need to ask? Will these new fighters make it easier for the Chinese to dominate the air and ground domain versus the US. The answer is yes and the Chinese will probably have a minimum 5 year head start. With China ability to manufacture equipment at the highest rate in the world that could be 50 fighters a year. That means in when the first Western 6th generation fighter roles off the assembly line there might already be 250 J-36’s and 250 J-50’s. There will be no recovering from that deficit. As the saying goes “quantity has a quality all it own”.

Why do old people not declutter their estate before they die and leave a huge cleanup burden on their children?

Hmmm. We are in our late 60’s and just downsized. We moved from a big 4 bed house to a condo.

We raised our kids in the old place and lived there 30 years. And yeah, we had a lot of stuff. All our parents and grandparents passed on and a lot of their stuff came to our house. We had a big basement, and a shed. Our kids moved in and out and in and out, leaving stuff stored. There was the archives of their childhoods. All kinds of tools and materials, and ladders and you name it from gardening and household projects. Holiday decor. Stuff from our respective careers and sports gear and hobbies.

We’d been looking at condos but in a slow motion, more to educate ourselves about neighbourhoods, amenities etc. we’d loved our house and our neighbourhood. Then we happened to see a condo on line, had a look, and that was it. We bought it. We were in the soup.

Getting rid of the stuff was awful. Serious, time consuming, hard work. Literal truckloads full being sorted and sent to auction, trash, donation. We gave what could be used to relatives and friends and kids. We forced kids and our son in law and daughter in law to come over and make decisions (it’s YOUR dresser and headboard, tell me what you want done with it).

Really painful decisions had to be made about cherished heirlooms and sentimental items we loved, but knew we’d have no space for. It was exhausting. It was grubby. It was overwhelming. It took forever. There were 100 million things I’d have MUCH rather been doing.

And yes, we hired help to get it done. We were motivated – and what’s more, we were healthy and physically well. We also hired a real estate agent who could help with prepping the old house for sale who had an eye for the neutral decor that sells these days (goodby burgundy living room and forest green dining room, lol)

Imagine if we’d waited a couple of years until we’d needed to move because one of us was ill, or had mobility issues. It was challenging enough on every front when we were relatively hale and hearty.

Getting settled in to our new place has also been a lot of work. I’m happy about it, but I’m also tired of thinking about window coverings and rugs and where things will fit. I’m tired of installing hooks and deciding where shelves need to go and where we will hang various pictures, and dealing with painters and electricians and plumbers. I’m sick of trying to figure out where I stashed things from boxes I’ve unpacked. I must have rearranged cupboards a half dozen times. No one likes moving. It’s expensive and inconvenient. It’s that much worse when you are older!

Take some pity on older folks. It would be totally too much for many. You basically have to do it long before you HAVE to and most folks don’t want to think about it, much less tackle it. It requires you to confront your own mortality and coming decline. You need to say – I can’t really go down those cellar steps safely…..or…..realistically, I’ll never mountain bike again…..or…..I loved to sew but my arthritis means I can’t any more. It’s hard to accept. It’s hard to part with things you love and hoped to use again.

In what ways do you think China’s treatment of Uyghurs contradicts its claim of upholding international norms?

China’s treatment of Uyghurs does not contradict its claim of upholding internationl norms. In fact, it is proof of China’s concern and caring for the Uyghurs. contrary to the lies of the US.

Consider the following factors:

POPULATION GROWTH

The Uygur population in Xinjiang has increased from over 8.34 million in 2000 to over 11.62 million in 2020. The growth rate was much higher than that of the country’s total ethnic minority population, which stood at 0.83 percent. This is not consistent with genocide.

EDUCATION

According to data from the seventh national census, 8,944 per 100,000 Uygurs had received a university education, an increase of 6,540 people compared to 2000, and the average years in education for those aged 15 and above also grew from 7.06 years in 2000 to 9.19 years in 2020. This is not consistent with a tribe being oppressed.

GDP

GDP has seen significant growth. This is not consistent with a tribe being oppressed. The flat chart between 2014 and 2016 is caused by the ETIM terrorists being most active and disruptive at that time.

UNEMPLOYMENT

Unemployment has been brought down to lower than the national unemployment rate. For example, for 2017, China’s unemployment rate was 4.4% and for 2018, it was 4.28%.

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TOURISM

Xinjiang has always been open to international tourism (not possible if there is oppression and genocide going on there).

From January to April this year (2023), Xinjiang received 51.2 million tourists (domestic and international), an increase of 29.6 percent year-on-year, with the region’s total tourism revenue rising 60.6 percent to hit 42.64 billion yuan ($5.45 billion)

Pepperoni Pizza Twist

Yield: 16 servings

Ingredients

1 (3.5 ounce) package pepperoni slices, diced
1 (3.25 ounce) can pitted ripe olives, drained and chopped
2 tablespoons snipped fresh parsley
1/2 cup (2 ounces) shredded mozzarella cheese
2 tablespoons all-purpose flour
1 garlic clove, pressed
2 (11 ounce) packages refrigerated French bread dough
1 egg
1 teaspoon Italian seasoning mix
2 tablespoons (1/2 ounce) fresh grated Parmesan cheese
1 (15 ounce) can pizza sauce, warmed (optional)

Instructions

Heat oven to 375 degrees F.
Dice pepperoni. Chop olives. Snip parsley using kitchen shears.
In a bowl, combine pepperoni, olives, parsley, mozzarella cheese, flour and garlic. Mix well.
Place bread dough, seams sides up, on smooth side of a cutting board. Using a serrated bread knife, slice each loaf lengthwise, end to end, cutting halfway through to center of loaf. Spread open flat. Lightly sprinkle additional flour over dough.
Using roller, roll dough crosswise to a 4 inch width, creating a well down center of each loaf. Spoon half of the pepperoni mixture down center of each loaf. Gather up edges over filling, pinching to seal.
Place loaves, seam sides down, in an x pattern on a rectangular baking stone or baking sheet. Crisscross ends of dough to form a large figure 8, keeping ends of dough 1 inch from edge of stone and leaving two 11/2 inch openings in center of twist.
Separate egg over a bowl; discard yolk. Beat egg white and seasoning mix; lightly brush over dough with pastry brush. Using serrated bread knife, cut a 3-inch slit in each of the top sections of the twist to reveal filling.
Grate Parmesan cheese over loaf.
Bake 30 to 32 minutes or until deep golden brown.
Remove to cooling rack and cool 10 minutes.
Cut into 16 slices.
Serve with warm pizza sauce, if desired.

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Major Institutions Now Predict Complete Economic Collapse

In praise of Luckin

I drink coffee. Oh not like I used to. But by adaptation.

You see, coffee culture in China is much different than what I have grown up with in the United States.

In the 1960’s, coffee was the cheapest thing you could get. A cup was a solid dime. that’s ten cents, and it was served on bang-on-the-table ceramic mugs. Unlimited refills were the norm.

At work it was offered free to the staff.

At home it was a fixture of life.

Well… that and beer. And cigarettes.

Then during the 1970s, the price of coffee went sky-high.

Some companies offered coffee vending machines that held small cups of very strong coffee.

By the 1970s, it was still inexpensive, but the company started charging the people to buy the coffee. We would have “collections” and then mandatory “deductions” from our pay for our contributions. We drank them from a coffee service.

Greed hit America in the 1980s.

The prices of coffee rose and rose, and with that came changes in how we drank coffee.

I would prefer to make my own. Sometimes over a fire, but mostly however I can and available at the time.

But then came Starbucks…

Starbucks started making huge profits, and became a “thing”. People who normally would have spent a quarter (twenty five cents) for a cup of coffee started paying a few dollars for the same thing. Coffee became romanticized.

The Chinese saw that the ENORMOUS profits can be extracted by selling on image though coffee; the Starbucks model. And they all wanted a piece of this.

Thus… China embraced this.

Drinking Starbucks coffee inside a coffeehouse became fashionable. And thus the price of coffee (out of Starbucks) became much more expensive. More so than anywhere in the West.

And then something happened…

Everyone started opening up their own coffee franchises.

Luckin Coffee (瑞幸咖啡)

As they grew, so did the hatred and I mean visceral hate that how dare the Chinese dare take away coffee market-share!

And it was eroding FAST!

Number of Starbucks and Luckin Coffee stores in Chinas selected cities

And thus came the flood of the anti-Luckin propaganda. Probably originating from a unity of the anti-China neocon cabal, and the Starbucks mega-corporation. Working together as a serious attempt to CRUSH and DESTROY the growing coffee threat to American dominance in coffee.

Tons of propaganda.

Here’s a typical “report”…

Read the propaganda HERE.

Yeah… “why its business model is inherently flawed“.

Uh huh.

Sure.

It was everywhere in 2019.

Here’s another…

Read this nonsense HERE.

…

In 2019 they WARNED “Stay away from Luckin”.

Tons of articles. Literally thousands a day…

And with all the negative press, Americans came to believe that investing in Chinese coffee franchises were a highway to disaster.

And many in the West believed the propaganda.

So they shied away from investing.

But NOT the Chinese.

And so regardless of the propaganda spewing forth, Luckin prospered.

And thus… the enormous Chinese market pushed Luckin to become one of the top coffee franchises in China.

It’s 2025.

Six years after the anti-Luckin barrage.

Luckin is PROSPERING.

And REMAINS a serious contender to Starbucks.

Stealing or siphoning away perhaps as much as one half of Starbucks potential revenue streams.

Today, Luckin is one of the most popular brands in China.

Overview: A Chinese-born coffee chain that has rapidly expanded since its founding in 2017. Known for its tech-driven approach, Luckin focuses on affordability, convenience, and fast delivery.
Popularity: Gained massive popularity through app-based ordering and heavy discounts.
Unique Features: Focus on takeaway and delivery, competitive pricing, and frequent promotions.

But you know, there are many others…

Manner Coffee (Manner咖啡)

Overview: A Shanghai-based coffee chain known for its minimalist design, high-quality coffee, and affordable prices. It has gained a cult following among young professionals.
Popularity: Rapidly expanding in major cities like Shanghai, Beijing, and Shenzhen.
Unique Features: Focus on sustainability, BYO cup discounts, and small store formats.

Seesaw Coffee (Seesaw咖啡)

Overview: A Chinese specialty coffee chain that emphasizes artisanal coffee and a third-wave coffee culture. It has a strong following among coffee connoisseurs.
Popularity: Growing presence in major cities like Shanghai and Beijing.
Unique Features: Focus on coffee craftsmanship, barista training, and unique store designs.

Pacific Coffee (太平洋咖啡)

Overview: A Hong Kong-based coffee chain that has expanded into mainland China, offering a mix of Western and Asian-inspired coffee drinks.
Popularity: Popular in business districts and among office workers.
Unique Features: Blend of Eastern and Western coffee culture, loyalty programs.

M Stand

Overview: A Chinese coffee chain known for its trendy, Instagrammable stores and innovative coffee drinks.
Popularity: Popular among young, urban consumers.
Unique Features: Creative menu items (e.g., cookie-shaped cups), modern store designs.

The Chinese coffee brands are cheaper than Starbucks, and often of higher quality as they don’t over roast for production consistency. Resulting in a more complex coffee taste and that is beneficial. As most Chinese coffees offer unique flavors and variations of coffee.

Of course, you can still get Western brands in China…

McCafé (麦咖啡)

Overview: McDonald’s coffeehouse chain, offering affordable coffee and snacks. It has gained traction in China due to its convenience and brand recognition.
Popularity: Widely accessible due to McDonald’s extensive network.
Unique Features: Affordable pricing, combo deals, and convenient locations.

Tim Hortons (Tims China)

Overview: A Canadian coffee and donut chain that has entered the Chinese market with a focus on localization and affordability.
Popularity: Growing presence in cities like Shanghai and Beijing.
Unique Features: Canadian-inspired menu, affordable pricing, and localized offerings.

% Arabica

Overview: A Japanese coffee franchise that has gained popularity in China for its sleek design and high-quality, single-origin coffee.
Popularity: Popular in affluent urban areas and among coffee enthusiasts.
Unique Features: Minimalist aesthetic, focus on specialty coffee, and Instagram-worthy stores.

Now, I was raised in a home where everyone had a pot of coffee on the stove. And when friends came over, you would warm up the pot on the stove and pour a cup of really thick coffee to share.

Ah those days are gone.

But today, drinking coffee in China is different, and I tend to enjoy the ice cream coffee infusions that seem to be very popular. Oh, sure, I still enjoy a nice cup of hot coffee, but iced coffee seems to take the lead in China and everyone drinks it.

As do I.

Now and again.

Enjoy your joe. Guys.

Enjoy your joe.

Today…

Has anyone ever gotten over a cheating scandal/affair and continued to live with the significant other who did it? Is betrayal something you can really ever get over within a relationship?

When you are cheated on the person had not only lost trust but also respect. Both I believe can be earned again but would require much work an bs effort on both parties. If the cheater does not take accountability for their actions, show remorse and change their ways then I would say no the relationship can’t survive.

Personally I would/ am having a hard time trusting them. Everything they do seems suspicious now. Working on making myself stronger and ready to stand on my own two feet again b4 I walk. The lying and mean deflections thrown at me when this came to light died me there is no love, respect or care. Ask yourself…are you happy? Are they staying bc of the family home/assets? Many factors to coinage consider when determining if it can work out after.

Sincerely wishing you the best possible outcome for YOU! Whatever u choose to do, please keep your own self at the top. YOU are the most important factor when making ur decisions.

Family Style Calzone

Yield: 12 servings or 24 sample servings

Ingredients

1 egg, separated
1/2 cup pitted ripe olives, chopped
1/4 cup fresh parsley, snipped
6 ounces mozzarella cheese, shredded, divided (1 1/2 cups)
2 1/2 ounces Parmesan cheese, grated (1/2 cup + 2 tablespoons)
1 (15 ounce) container part-skim ricotta cheese
1 (16 ounce) pouch Pantry Pizza Crust & Roll Mix (including yeast packet)
1 tablespoon Pantry Italian Seasoning Mix
1 1/4 cups very warm water (120 to 130 degrees F)
4 ounces sliced pepperoni, divided

Instructions

Heat oven to 425 degrees F.
Separate egg over Small Batter Bowl using Egg Separator; beat lightly. Set egg yolk aside, covered, for later use. Chop olives using Food Chopper. Snip parsley with Kitchen Shears. Grate mozzarella and Parmesan cheeses using Deluxe Cheese Grater. Add olives, parsley, ricotta cheese, 1/2 cup of the mozzarella cheese and 1/2 cup of the Parmesan cheese to Batter Bowl; mix well with Classic Scraper. Set aside.
In Classic Batter Bowl, combine Pizza Crust & Roll Mix with yeast packet and Seasoning Mi. Add warm water and stir until mixture forms a ball.
Turn dough out onto well-floured Cutting Board. With floured hands, gently knead dough 8 to 10 times. Divide dough in half using Handy Scraper. Flour both sides of dough using Flour/Sugar Shaker; roll out one piece of dough to edge of Cutting Board using Dough and Pizza Roller. Place dough in bottom of Rectangular Baker, shaping to cover bottom.
Sprinkle 1/2 cup of the mozzarella cheese over dough to within 1/2 inch of edge. Layer half of the pepperoni over cheese. Spread ricotta mixture evenly over pepperoni. Top with remaining pepperoni and mozzarella cheese.
Roll out remaining dough and place over filling. Press dough all around edge to seal with bottom crust. Brush surface of dough with reserved egg yolk using Pastry Brush. Sprinkle with remaining Parmesan cheese. Using V-Shaped Cutter, cut a decorative X pattern over surface of dough, creating holes in top layer, for steam to escape.
Bake 20 to 25 minutes or until deep golden brown.
Allow to stand 10 minutes before cutting.

Notes

1 (16 ounces) package hot roll mix can be substituted for Pantry Pizza Crust & Roll Mix, if desired.

Nutrition

Per serving: Calories 320, Total Fat 15g, Saturated Fat 8g, Cholesterol 50mg, Carbohydrate 30g, Protein 16g, Sodium 860mg, Fiber 0g

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Pampered Chef

My boyfriend screenshot and saved my 16-year-old daughter’s photo in a swimsuit. I broke up with him. Did I do the right thing?

That is a tricky question because i have a girlfriend that has a 13 year old girl and she is very pretty and yes i do have pictures of her usually that my girlfriend sends me and i save them but i do not hide them. I am against relationships with under age girls and massage thinking she is pretty, there is no sexual attraction and that’s what you really want to know if your boyfriend has. I would have been questioning him he may not be guilty of anything unless he is trying to hide it as for me i do not have any screenshot of her daughter. Most of the pictures i have is when my girlfriend get money from me and will buy her a dress or shoes for something along that line and send me a picture. There is really no more to say

Exposition (Green Flag #1)

What’s the most humiliating thing a doctor has ever said to you?

He told me I was perfectly healthy, then he held my hand, while I sobbed my denials, then looked me in the eye and told me I needed a therapist.

The kindness was the worst part. He was absolutely wrong, and oh-so-sure I was ‘in need of help.’ I was in need of help. My tonsils were rotting under a lovely pink layer of seemingly healthy skin. How an ENT could have missed this I don’t know, but I was already sleeping on the pavement walking between buildings for classes–I remember someone asking me if I was ok, and telling them the bricks were just so lovely-warm… It was February. In Virginia.

A month later I couldn’t go 12 hours off antibiotics without running a fever. Student health sent me to a different ENT and he spotted the problem. He put me on 60 days of penicillin (I’m not kidding) to get me healthy enough for surgery, after which the surgeon told my mother my tonsils were the nastiest necrotic mess he’d ever seen.

It’s just an awful thing, being told to get therapy by an expert who doesn’t believe you’re sick. Doctors do it a lot. I’ve had it happen several times, but that was my first.

What’s the fastest you’ve wiped a smirk off of someone’s face?

I was at a (get this) Church social club for kids when some random kid asked me how old I was

“Eleven”, I replied. His reply, as he punched me clean in the mouth, was “All the best kids are 13!”

My brother looked over a few minutes later and came to ask what had happened as he’d noticed me with a bloody lip.

The wannabe bully boy shouted over to me as he left grinning at the end of the session “Don’t forget, all the best kids are 13”

“Wrong!” Said my brother, who was waiting by the door “the best kids are 14!” as he floored him with one punch.

Never had any crap from him again.

Investor alert: China is drinking a lot more coffee, and taking the supply chains off our exchanges

The inspiration for today’s intro.

What’s Really Going On In the South China Sea Between the Philippines and China
December 4, 2024 Ms. Cat

What’s Really Going On In the South China Sea Between the Philippines and China

by Tina Antonis

Maritime clashes between the Philippines and China had been mostly over the Philippines’ military outpost, BRP (BRP—Barko ng Republika ng Pilipinas, which translates to “Ship of the Republic of the Philippines”—the ship prefix for the Philippines) Sierra Madre, in the Spratly Islands, which is disputed by Brunei, China, Malaysia, the Philippines, Taiwan (a province of China, as recognized by the United Nations’ Resolution No. 2758), and Vietnam.

The BRP Sierra Madre was intentionally run aground on a reef near the Second Thomas Shoal in the disputed Spratly Islands, in 1997, so that the Philippines could stake their territorial claim.

The WWII-era ship is rusted out and on its way to disintegrating. In December 2023, the Philippines allocated funds to replace the ship with a permanent structure. Coincidentally, in September 2023, Blake Herzinger, a research fellow at the United States Studies Centre of the University of Sydney, penned an article titled, “It’s Time to Build Combined Forward Operating Base Sierra Madre.”

This outpost would be “manned by combined rotational forces from both the Philippines and the U.S. Marine Corps,” according to Herzinger. In it, he admits that doing so, “would be a provocative move, and it would not be without significant risk.”

In October 2023, the Armed Forces of the Philippines (AFU) admitted that their resupply missions to the BRP Sierra Madre were carrying materials that were used in the maintenance and repair of the ship. China had been accusing the Philippines of using its resupply missions to send “illegal building materials” to reinforce the dilapidated ship on several occasions. In June of this year, The Financial Times revealed that the Philippines had “secretly” reinforced the BRP Sierra Madre at the Second Thomas Shoal.

On March 5, 2024, in response to an incident at the Second Thomas Shoal, U.S. State Department Spokesperson Matthew Miller stated that “Article IV of the 1951 U.S.-Philippines Mutual Defense Treaty extends to armed attacks on Philippine armed forces, public vessels, or aircraft, including those of its coast guard, anywhere in the South China Sea.” At the time, the crash was “not the time or reason to invoke a Mutual Defense Treaty with the United States,” according to Philippine President Bongbong Marcos. Invoking the Mutual Defense Treaty by the Philippines could lead to an armed conflict between China and the U.S. Military.

Recently, these clashes have been occurring at the Sabina Shoal, another disputed atoll in the Spratly Islands. In May, the Philippines claimed that China was carrying out “small-scale reclamation” and anchored the BRP Teresa Magbanua at Sabina Shoal to “catch and document the dumping of crushed corals over the sandbars” (China denied this). The Philippines had been using the BRP Teresa Magbanua as a staging area for their resupply missions to the BRP Sierra Madre at Second Thomas Shoal.

A new Philippine Coast Guard vessel was sent to Sabina Shoal, according to Jonathan Malaya, the spokesperson for the National Security Council of the Philippines, on September 26. However, he declined to comment on the specifics of their intentions or plans citing operational security concerns.

Behind the scenes, an information operation has been going on. Information operations, also known as influence operations, involve spreading misleading information and obtaining tactical knowledge about competitors to get the upper hand. Think tank representatives, financed by the US government and corporate sponsors, have been working with the Philippine Coast Guard on ”assertive transparency,” or what the Philippines calls their “transparency initiative.”

With grants from the U.S. State Department, between 2022 and 2024, the Stratbase ADR Institute held a series of roundtable discussions highlighting the importance of multilateral cooperation and strategic alliances in addressing regional “security challenges” and “public diplomacy,” or the act of “influencing foreign publics” to support “U.S. foreign policy goals.”

On January 5th, 2023, Stratbase, together with the US Embassy in the Philippines, hosted a town hall discussion where experts and scholars shared their assessments and recommendations on the various Indo-Pacific strategies and the foreign policy of Marcos Jr.’s administration.

It was here that Ray Powell introduced his “Project Myoushu” strategy, which was inspired by the Asia Maritime Transparency Initiative at the Center for Strategic and International Studies (CSIS). CSIS receives funding from the U.S. government and other governments allied with the U.S., non-governmental and nonprofit organizations (NGOs & NPOs), defense contractors and other corporate donors. Another such event occurred on March 8th, 2023, where Ray Powell gave a presentation in which he described using “independent analysts, storytellers, influencers, media, and embedded journalists.”

Powell, a veteran of the U.S. Air Force and a former Defense Attaché (the Defense Attaché System is part of the Defense Intelligence Agency, the “Pentagon’s top spy agency”), is the team lead of SeaLight, at Stanford University’s Gordian Knot Center for National Security Innovation (GKC). The creation of Stanford University’s GKC was sponsored by the Office of Naval Research (ONR), an organization within the Department of Defense.

Stanford University has contracts with the U.S. government. The center’s goal is to assist the U.S. government in rethinking how it approaches “national security” matters.

The “transparency initiative” tactic highlights China’s “gray zone activities”, in the South China Sea. One aspect used is embedding journalists on these resupply missions.

The original purpose of embedding was to control journalists, according to Helen Benedict, a professor at the Columbia Journalism School. Citing award-winning Australian journalist Phillip Knightley’s book “The First Casualty: The War Correspondent as Hero and Myth-Maker from the Crimea to Iraq” which describes how the U.S. government invented embedded journalism in response to critical coverage of the Vietnam War.

As civilian casualties in Afghanistan reached 5,000, the Pentagon sought a media strategy that would bring attention back to the military’s role in the war, especially the role played by ordinary American service members. This would require bringing war correspondents on side.

Another aspect of this “transparency initiative” is using civil society organizations, such as the Atin Ito Coalition, led by Rafaela David and Edicio dela Torre, to draw attention to the South China Sea. Rafaela is also the executive director of the Center for Youth Advocacy and Networking (CYAN). CYAN has been financed from the National Endowment for Democracy (NED), which gets the majority of its funding from the U.S. Congress. With its origins dating back to the late 1960s, when the Central Intelligence Agency faced criticism for secretly supporting activists and opposition groups in nations that appeared to be leaning closer to the Soviet Union.

Following the revelation of those CIA plots, the agency faced criticism for what some perceived to be devious manipulation of sovereign states. Congress established the NED in 1983 after years of discussion about whether and how the financing should continue.

Edicio dela Torre is the current President and Vice Chairperson of the Philippine Rural Reconstruction Movement (PRRM). The PRRM was started in 1952 by Chinese rural education advocate Y. C. James Yen with financial assistance from the United States and the Rockefeller family. In 1983, Yen was awarded the People to People Eisenhower Medallion.

The People-to-People Program was initiated by President Dwight D. Eisenhower, with initial connections to the U.S. government through the United States Information Agency (USIA).

The USIA’s public diplomacy activities were ultimately transferred to the U.S. Department of State, while its propaganda operations were transferred to the Broadcasting Board of Governors, which has since become the U.S. Agency for Global Media. In the 1950s, during the Hukbalahap Rebellion, the CIA covertly funded the PRRM through front organizations such as the Asia Foundation (formerly the Committee for a Free Asia) and the Catherwood Foundation.

On September 15th, Powell appeared on 60 Minutes, along with the Philippine Secretary of National Defense Gilbert Teodoro, and the Chief of Staff of the Armed Forces of the Philippines Romeo Brawner Jr. In the 60 Minutes episode, Teodoro refused to confirm if the Typhon missile launcher—a mid-range missile system capable of reaching mainland China—would be permanently stationed in the Philippines.

Three days later, Philippine army spokesperson, Colonel Louie Dema-ala, said training was ongoing, and it was up to Philippine authorities and the United States Army Pacific Command (USARPAC) to decide how long the missile system would stay.

Presently, the Typhon is situated in the Taiwan Strait and faces the South China Sea on the northern island of Luzon. In early September, the U.S. announced that it wants to deploy another Typhon missile launcher “around Japan’s southwestern islands, which are near Taiwan”. While the U.S. claims that these missile launchers are to “strengthen deterrence”, their deployment has only provoked tensions in the area.

While 60 Minutes did state that “in 2016, an international tribunal at The Hague ruled the Philippines has exclusive economic rights in a 200-mile zone that includes Sabina Shoal” and that “China does not recognize the ruling”, their statements were misleading. The South China Sea Arbitration did not rule on sovereignty, and China does not recognize it because the Arbitral Tribunal lacked jurisdiction.

“The Arbitral Tribunal violated the principle of state consent, exercised its jurisdiction ultra vires and rendered an award in disregard of the law. This is a grave violation of UNCLOS and general international law, Wang said.”

The United Nations Convention on the Law of the Sea (UNCLOS) is an international treaty that establishes a legal framework for all marine and maritime activities. The Permanent Court of Arbitration (PCA) is not an agency of the United Nations. The PCA rents space in the same building as the UN’s International Court of Justice.

A Congressional Research Service report, dated August 2023, stated that the U.S. has not declared its position regarding sovereignty over any of the geographical elements that comprise the South China Sea.

The United Nations Conference on Trade and Development (UNCTAD) estimates that about 80% of global trade is carried out by sea, both in terms of volume and value. Of that amount, 60% of marine trade travels through Asia, with approximately one-third of all shipping occurring in the South China Sea. Because the Strait of Malacca connects the South China Sea and, consequently, the Pacific and Indian oceans, China, Taiwan (the United States does not officially support Taiwan’s independence), Japan, and South Korea depend heavily on its waters.

China’s economic security is intimately linked to the South China Sea, as the country has the second-largest economy globally and more than 60% of its trade is conducted by water. If the U.S. were to attempt to enforce a blockade in the South China Sea, they would risk retaliation from China.

A war with China would not only interrupt international trade, it’s highly probable that the United States would lose due to China’s anti-access/area denial (A2/AD) capabilities. Anti-Access refers to any action, activity, or capacity, usually long-range, that is intended to prevent an advancing military force from accessing an operational area.

Area denial is described as any action, activity, or capability, usually short-range, that is intended to limit an adversary force’s freedom of action inside an operational area. Long-range artillery and rocket weapons, air defenses, littoral anti-ship capabilities, and layered, integrated long-range precision-strike systems are all part of the threat A2/AD defense architecture.

China’s advanced A2/AD system includes missiles and hypersonic weapons, which the US lacks defense against. China is also developing microwave-photonic radar systems to track incoming hypersonic missiles, potentially enabling defense against powerful militaries’ latest offensive technologies.

The Philippines, has succeeded in garnering support from Western countries through military assistance, funds to upgrade military bases and infrastructure, modernize the Armed Forces of the Philippines, defense agreements with at least 18 countries (minilateralism), joint military exercises in the South China Sea, and the addition of four new EDCA (under the Enhanced Defense Cooperation Agreement, American military personnel, planes, and ships may station themselves periodically in the Philippines at predetermined places) sites—three in north Luzon facing Taiwan and one in Palawan facing the South China Sea.

China sees this “coalition of the willing” as undermining “regional security and peace.”

The Philippines should seek détente with China and practice quiet diplomacy, as their “transparency initiative” has only escalated tensions in the South China Sea, instead of risking World War III.

You’re NOT Behind: Why Everyone SEEMS To Have More Money Than You

How does China’s J-20 compare with its US counterpart F-35?

You Americans just deceive those allies who bought your planes, don’t deceive yourself.

Yes, the F35 does not pursue the ultimate flight speed, nor the ultimate performance, but all-around.

The result became a four-dimensional image.

The maximum flight speed of the F35 is only Mach 1.6.

OK.

The new J35 supersonic cruise has Mach 2.3.

And the F35 is now difficult to continue production because China has restricted the export of key raw materials.

Is the F35 really considered a fifth-generation aircraft? It’s not even as good as the F22 from over forty years ago.

The F22, a fifth-generation aircraft, is a fifth-generation old aircraft with a maximum speed of Mach 2.25, a normal supersonic cruise of less than Mach 2, a maximum range of only more than 2,000 kilometers, and a maximum combat radius of 800.

The J20’s normal supersonic cruising speed exceeds Mach 2.5, and its maximum speed is Mach 2.8. Now there is also a two-seater J20S.

Oh, I forgot.

Now the United States cannot produce F22.

Because the production line is gone.

China has just overtaken Japan as the worlds top car exporter. Could Japan possibly take back the spot sometime in the future?

Japan’s auto industry is lost – its global position almost to be completely and permanently toppled.

What is happening in Japan is also happening to the other home of the global auto legacies – Germany.

The auto industry defines these two most industralized countries for the last half century . . . . with its sphere of influence extending beyond not just the economics. . . . but the social and political.

Even up to this mid-year, Akio Toyoda can still be seen peddling – and leading the charge of his fellow auto makers – in promoting the hydrogen car and retaining as much as possible the place of the ICE cars for the future. This is until he was replaced and no mention of the hydrogen has been heard since. But there is BMW still promising the notion of the water-engine car as an alternative to EV is still alive.

The main driver for this resistence to EV? Japan and Germany have the huge ecosystem of manufacturing ICE cars that will have to be “replaced” – i.e., millions of workers fired and massive plant closures to transition to a new EV ecosystem requiring new sets of resources, increasingly to be software assuming a greater proportion relative to hardware – a transition from analog to digital.

Japan’s and Germany’s halfhearted effort at developing its EVs have shown them to be at least 5 years behind China . . . . and even further behind if taken within the context of developing the supply chain to have a semblance of independence from China’s.

German, Japanese and Koreans are seeing their Chinese market share declining or collapsing that they were so dominant just 4 years ago. And losing position in the world’s largest market means losing their global positions as Chinese EV are now waging its offensive to takeover overseas markets.

China is on the ascendancy in dominating the global auto industry and there is very little the Germans and Japanese can do to change the trajectory because in reality this transition is not just to the EVs but to the SMARTCARS, the extension of the digital age from the smartphone. Western media has focused on the jaggernaut of BYD but is not making the world aware of the greater significance of the software Chinese EVs are being incorporated with.

Huawei is implementing its Harmony operating system as an alternative to Andriod and by extension its NearLink technology and alliance – to replace WIFI and bluetooth – as their technologies for China’s IoT platform and ecosystem. Note that the two hottest selling EVs in China are those from Huawei and Xioami. This is making EVs with software to be the central focus of mobility in the IoT ecosystem of smart devices of the future. This is China now defining and setting industry standards not just for the future of mobility but for all future smart devices .

Modern Women LOVE to Destroy MEN’S Hobbies | Pearl Daily

Is it reasonable for a wife to accept another man’s invitation for just her to go to his house for a swim at 1am, & for her to go wearing only a bikini & a totally translucent gown. Is it reasonable for a husband to get upset in such a situation? Tx!

It’s unreasonable for the wife to accept the invitation and all that entails as well as wrong.

But an invitation to go swimming with another man alone at 1am is rarely the beginning of this unreasonable act. Someone has not been present in the relationship to even consider the spouse would or should have no problem with it. And something want south before the invitation for your wife to consider wanting to accept instead of being offended by it. Don’t let anyone play dumb with you. Find out what those something’s are and go from there. Actually this is really too far.

The main contents of this issue of China Military News:

The new submarine is unveiled for the first time! Under the guidance of Xi Jinping’s thought on strengthening the army, we will forge ahead on the road to strengthening the army and fight a decisive battle; the navy and air force of the Southern Theater Command are on combat readiness patrol around China’s Huangyan Island; the Navy’s Sichuan ship is officially launched; approaching the field command post of a brigade in the Eastern Theater Command; a direct visit to the PLA’s winter training ground; Xinjiang Military Region border guards: guarding the Karakoram Mountains with loyalty; the Eastern Theater Command’s “Red Sharp Knife Company” – unmanned equipment is refined and powerful; China’s space station is operating well, and its application results are fruitful…

Main content of this episode: President Xi Jinping emphasized: “Building a strong modern navy is an important symbol of building a world-class military, a strategic support for building a maritime power, and an important part of realizing the Chinese dream of the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation.” “In the journey of the new era, in the struggle to realize the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation, the task of building a strong people’s navy has never been as urgent as it is today.” From the first aircraft carrier Liaoning to the first domestically-produced aircraft carrier Shandong, and then to the first domestically-produced catapult-type aircraft carrier Fujian, the Chinese Navy has continuously made major breakthroughs! 2024 is about to come to an end. Looking back on this year, the Chinese military has made sonorous steps and written countless glorious chapters on the journey of strengthening the army. From the continuous emergence of new weapons and equipment, to the actual combat training on the PLA’s military training ground, from the responsibility of joint exercises and training between China and foreign countries, to the firm protection of sovereignty, Chinese soldiers have forged an indestructible Great Wall of Steel with their blood and loyalty.

Me and my ex share several mutual friends. He is constantly bad mouthing me behind my back and calling me his “left overs” and sharing intimate details about me and my body. It’s taking everything in me to not call him up and defend myself. Should I?

Don’t call him. Apoligize to the mutual friends for them having to hear those things. Some of them will believe them. They are not your friends. Others probably know you better and sense what they are saying isn’t true. The rest are hanging onto every word weather they believe them or not, and are waiting for the fireworks to begin wanting to be entertained by the melt down they are waiting for. They are not your friends either.

Once you can tell your friends keep them close. Go no contact with your EX., and all of the rest.

You’ve a new life to build, a life without any of them in it.

What is the most American thing ever?

I was working at the time for a Chinese American man who decades ago paid for his passage to America by working on a cruise ship. He got here with virtually just the clothes on his back, and through years of hard work, starting as a bus boy in a Chinatown restaurant, he worked long and hard and eventually became a very successful businessman in San Francisco.

This man, a few years ago, purchased at a charity auction the right to sing our national anthem at one of the San Francisco Giants home games. He spent weeks and weeks with a singing coach practicing. He asked me to come with him to the game to videotape him singing.

I should point out that my friend is a pretty good singer. But he does have a heavy accent.

The moment comes. He walks out onto the field. The band starts playing. He starts singing the Star Spangled Banner in his accented voice. Then in about the middle of the song the fact that he was standing there singing in front of nearly 70,000 people hit him and the delayed stage fright caused him to forget the words.

“Ow” I thought. “This might get ugly. How will this crowd react?”

But they didn’t get ugly. A few people in the crowd realized what was happening and picked up the song from where he lost it and began singing, and then more and more joined in. Soon it was my friend, with the entire crowd helping, singing the rest of our national anthem. To me that was one of the most American things that I have ever seen.

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Sky High Biscuits with Raspberry Butter

Yield: 15 servings

Ingredients

Raspberry Butter

1/2 cup butter or margarine, softened
1/4 cup fresh or thawed frozen raspberries

Biscuits

2 cups all-purpose flour
1 cup whole wheat flour
2 tablespoons granulated sugar
4 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
3/4 teaspoon cream of tartar
1/2 teaspoon salt
3/4 cup butter or margarine
1 cup milk
1 egg, beaten

Instructions

Raspberry Butter

Combine the butter and raspberries in a blender or food processor. Process until smooth. Chill, covered, for several hours before serving.
Heat the oven to 450 degrees F.

Biscuits

Mix the all-purpose flour, whole wheat flour, sugar, baking powder, cream of tartar and salt in a medium bowl. Cut in the butter until crumbly. Add the milk and egg, stirring just until moistened. Knead the dough lightly on a lightly floured surface. Pat 1 inch thick. Cut with a 2 inch biscuit cutter. Arrange the biscuits in a greased 9 x 9 inch baking pan.
Bake for 12 to 15 minutes or until brown.
Serve warm with the butter.

Notes

Bake the biscuits on a greased baking sheet for crusty biscuits.

Nutrition

Per Serving: Calories 247; Fat 17 g; Sodium 393 mg; Dietary Fiber 2g

Attribution

Pampered Chef

Why does my wife put me down for everything I do?

Your wife puts you down to feel better about herself. Your wife doesn’t have feelings for you and doesn’t respect what you do for her. Your wife is never going to be satisfied with whatever you are going to do for her. Your wife wants you to put more effort into pleasing her.

Your marriage is not going to work with this kind of toxic mindset of your wife. Nothing is going to be enough for your wife. You have to talk openly to your wife that you are invaluable to tolerate her behavior. If your wife doesn’t change her behavior positively towards you, then you have to leave her. If you have children together, then coparenting should be done with the help of law.

It all depends upon how you handle this situation if your wife doesn’t improve. Your wife is toxic, and kindly think about your marriage future.

106. Hoe_Math – The Michael Sartain Podcast

Timebomb

Submitted into Contest #18 in response to: Your fingers tensed around the object in your pocket, ready to pull it out at a moment’s notice.… view prompt

Joshua G. J. Insole

General

Now

There were too many to fight. He was outnumbered ten thousand to one. He watched as they all raced towards him, vengeance in their eyes and murder on their lips. They came in a mob, clamouring for his blood, each wanting to say, “I helped kill him. I was part of it.”

He stood perfectly still, hands in his pockets, not flinching or recoiling in the slightest. His hand brushed against the thing in his pocket, and his fingers clutched at it; ready, waiting.

The throng thundered down on him, not knowing what was to come. He grinned. Even after it was over, they still wouldn’t understand. They’d trample the ground into dust, confusion written across their faces, unsatiated blood lust driving them mad.

He could do it now, of course. But where would the fun be in that? Where would the showmanship be? No, best to wait until the last possible moment. To delay the act until they were just about to get him, and then…

Of course, Dara wouldn’t have done such a thing. She would have completed the mission and then gotten out of there in the blink of an eye. Nothing more than a stirring breeze that lifts the curtains. Silent like a breath, swift like a falling raindrop. She probably wouldn’t have even used it (and would likely tell him off for utilizing it, calling it a “waste of precious resources”). Dara would have only employed it in an absolute emergency.

But Raiden wanted to use it. Why have it and not use it? It would be like being a millionaire, but not spending any money. Naturally, he didn’t need to use it, oh no. He was good at his job, and he knew it. If his actions had necessitated the use of the thing, he wouldn’t have come so highly recommended at all.

But, as it was, Raiden was at the top of his field.

Well, almost.

Then

“Oh no,” she said, shaking her head vehemently. “No. No.”

“But, Dara, he’s the best—”

“Excuse me?”

“Well, second best—”

“Hang on, a second,” said Raiden.

“Look, I’m just saying—”

“I said, no,” said Dara, folding her arms across her chest. “Am I not the captain of this crew?”

“Well, yes, but—”

“But?”

“Ah, maybe we oughta forget it,” said Raiden, turning to walk away.

“Wait!” said Franky, grabbing him by the shoulder. “Please. Wait?”

Raiden nodded. “Sure. But don’t ever touch me like that again, you hear?”

“Don’t threaten my crew, you—” the word that came from her mouth made both of the men wince.

“Wait. Just… wait,” said Franky, standing in the middle of them, hands raised in case either one of them decided to go for the other. “Dara, he is very good. You know that.”

“I’m the best,” scoffed Raiden, folding his arms and rolling his eyes.

Franky ignored him. “He comes with a certain… reputation—”

“Yeah, I’ll say,” said Dara with a snort. She turned away with a childish glare.

“Look, guys, I know you don’t like each other, but—”

“Ya think?” Raiden and Dara said in unison, with the same sarcastic inflection. Looks of horror flashed across their faces when they realised, and they both turned away in disgust.

“Look. Guys,” said Franky through gritted teeth. “I know you don’t like each other, but we don’t have a choice.”

“There’s always a choice Franky, didn’t I teach you anything?” said Dara.

“Yeah, Franky…” mocked Raiden.

“Oh my God, you two are the absolute worst, do you know that?” Franky turned to his captain and pointed at her leg, which was currently in a cast and was resting on a raised cushion. “Do you honestly think you can pull off a mission with your leg like that?”

“Can do it better than him,” she said, pointing to Raiden with her chin.

“Really, Dara? Really?”

She squinted at him, and her eyes shot daggers, but she said nothing.

“And you,” said Franky, turning to Raiden. “I know how broke you are. You think that debt collectors don’t talk? I know for a fact that there are three scumbag moneylenders out there that want your head on a platter!”

Raiden paled as the colour drained from his face. Dara started to laugh, but Franky shot her a glare that told her she shouldn’t. “You both need each other. And don’t you dare argue with me,” he said, looking from one to the other, goading them into saying something to the contrary. “And, perhaps most importantly, I need both of you. I can’t make ends meet if we can’t take any jobs, Dara… and he’s the best out there. We both know he is. Hell, he knows he is, the cocky sonofa—”

“Hey!”

“Sorry.”

“It’s true.”

An awkward silence fell upon the room. Slowly, Franky lowered his hands. “So, do we have an understanding?”

Dara and Raiden glared at each other, and then flicked their eyes back to Franky.

“Fine,” mumbled Dara.

“Fine,” said Raiden.

“Great!” said Franky, more enthusiastically than he felt. “Well, done, guys. I really think that you’ve—”

“Yeah, yeah, let’s talk shop,” said Raiden, shushing him.

“Agreed. Let’s get on with it. Shut up, Franky.”

“I—” started Franky, looking from Dara to Raiden exasperatedly, but then he gave up and sighed, visibly deflating. “Oh, fine.”

“Okay, so, let’s go over the plan…” said Dara, clicking a button and bringing up the holographic map that hovered in the centre of the room.

Now

Raiden pulled the object out of his pocket with the flourish of a well-practiced magician. He saw the look of urgency in the eyes of those nearest to him as they sprinted towards his location. The gleam of fear that flashed across their faces told him that they knew he was about to pull something off, like a rabbit out of a hat… they just didn’t know what.

The natives of Raghajiv bent their heads low and really threw themselves into their sprint, hoping to catch the blasphemous thief.

Then

“They want what?” asked Raiden, astounded. “Are they crazy?”

“Yes. Crazy rich,” said Dara. “What’s the matter, is it too big of a job for—” she adopted a mocking, babylike voice “—the great Raiden?”

“No, of course not! It’s just… this is gonna upset a lot of people, you do realise?”

“Obviously,” she said, rolling her eyes. “That’s why they’re hiring a crew to do it for them. If it was an easy task, they’d do it themselves, wouldn’t they? Besides, the added danger means they’re adding a few more zeroes to our paycheck, which is always appreciated.”

“How much are they paying?”

“That’s for me to know, Raiden. You’ll get your previously discussed share, as agreed. Now, let’s talk details…”

Now

Raiden rolled the glass orb in his palm precariously. The object was delicate and prone to shattering – it had been designed so. For when the outer shell cracked, it would spill its contents across the ground and into the atmosphere, creating the desired effect.

He watched the horde close in on him like a wildfire. The moment was drawing nearer. Almost there, he told himself. Almost… almost… Three, two, one and—

Raiden smashed the orb onto the floor at his feet.

Then

“Any idea why they want it?”

Dara shrugged. “None of my concern. As long as they pay up, they can smash it for all I care. Let ‘em chop it up and eat it. Let them deface it. I don’t care.”

“But, it’s a religious symbol,” said Raiden, treading carefully.

“Oh, what? What happened in those years that we stopped working together, Raiden? You didn’t suddenly see the light, did you? You haven’t gone all wacko on me, have you?”

“Hey, no. I’m not… a believer,” he said, taking care with the word. “But I wouldn’t talk about the followers like that. I mean, who knows? Right? I mean—”

“Do you want the job or not, man? You might be the best, but there’s a thousand others out there who are good enough who’d do the job without asking this many questions. Plenty of people need the cash.”

“Whoa, whoa, Dara. Of course, I want the job!”

“Then stop talking as if you don’t.”

Now

It felt as if all the air was suddenly sucked from the surface of the planet. Before the tinkling glass had even finished falling to the ground, a great aqua blue bubble had bloomed from the cracked container, blossoming outwards and encapsulating him. For a second it stayed there, hovering around him, crackling with electric life, psychedelic swirling patterns twirling into infinity across its surface… and then it erupted outwards, rocketing into the oncoming horde.

A subsonic BOOM rattled Raiden’s eardrums, and he felt all the hairs on his body standing on end as if with static. His lungs had the breath pulled from them, and he uttered a shocked little, “Oof!” Raiden felt like someone had gently hit him in the gut and winded him. A moment later, he was roaring with laughter.

The mob was still there – nobody harmed. But they were moving in slow motion towards him, their skins crackling with blue lightning. Somewhere in the crowd, someone was still shouting. “Geeeeeeeettttt hiiiiiiiimmmm!” The voice sounded incredibly deep and hilarious.

Giggling like a schoolchild, Raiden stepped out into the crowd, backpack heavy on his shoulders. The thing was right there within grabbing distance, and he could see the understanding in their eyes… but they couldn’t get it. He laughed again. This was brilliant! Raiden waltzed through the crowd, taking special attention to lock eyes with as many murderous gazes as he could. Every single one of them would murder him in an instant, if they had the chance. And here he was, right within their grasp, and they were, for all intents and purposes, statues.

Raiden pranced and danced around their slowly moving bodies. It was as if they were moving in zero gravity or trying to wade through a lake of custard. His laughter tinkled through the air like falling glass. This is fantastic, he thought. This is utterly fantastic!

Although he knew he should be making his hasty getaway, Raiden spent the next twenty minutes jumping and skipping through the pack of would-be assailants, laughing hysterically.

Then

“So, how will we deliver it? I assume people will be looking for it.”

“You assume correctly, Mr. Genius. We’re gonna have the handoff on Tartrak.”

“Tartrak? Dara, are you sure about this?”

“I know what I’m doing. And whilst I’m captain, you won’t question me. Just do your job, Raiden.”

“Well, okay…”

Now

The ship was waiting on the beach, rear ramp lowered onto the sand. Franky was waiting outside, leaning against the ship, arms crossed. He looked annoyed. “What took you?”

“Nothing,” said Raiden, stifling a giggle.

“Did something go wrong?”

“No, nothing at all. Went off without a hitch.”

Franky sized him up. “I hope you’re telling the truth. For your sake. Dara’s pissed. Did you get it?”

Raiden patted his heavy backpack. “Right here.”

Franky nodded, then scanned the horizon. “Nobody saw you?”

Raiden grinned. “Like I said. It went off without a hitch,” he said, avoiding the truth but not overtly lying. At least, not in his own eyes.

“All right. Climb in the back. We’re leaving Raghajiv right now. Heading to meet the buyers.”

“Is Dara…?”

Franky nodded. “Yep. Good luck.” And with that, Franky climbed into the cockpit and started the ship’s engines.

Then

“Geahek? Geahek? Dara, I—”

“Stop. I said to not question my authority.”

“I know, but, Geahek is a mean… whatever he is. And his gang? Dara, they’re wanted dead or alive on every major planet.”

“You think I don’t know that?” Dara hissed. “But he’s paying big bucks. Don’t you get it? If we prove we can handle Geahek without wetting our pants, the rest of the clients will just fall into place. The infamy.”

“I—” started Raiden, but then he gave up. He shook his head and sighed.

There was little use in arguing with Dara. He’d learnt that many moons ago. Once she had an idea in her head…

Now

Dara hadn’t been as angry with him as he’d anticipated. She was just happy he had the idol. She held the thing in her hands and rotated it around, getting a proper look at it. “Over three thousand years old…” she said, in slight awe. “I mean, I know it’s got massive importance, but it is only made from bronze. It’s not like it’s gold or crystal or whatever.”

“Dara…” said Raiden, looking at her as if she had two heads. “This idol is one of the central pillars of the entire Raghajiv religion. You are holding something that people have killed for and died for. Something that people believe in, something people pray to. There are thousands of people out there that think that when they die, they meet—” he gestured towards the statue.

“Wow,” said Dara, mockingly. “That was quite a speech.” She jabbed the idol in his direction. “You should get into politics, y’know.”

Before Raiden could retort, the pilot interrupted them. “We’re here,” said Franky, from up front.

Through the windshield, they saw the icy wastes of Tartrak, the dead planet.

Then

“It’s not too late to turn the job down, you know,” he told her on the ride to Raghajiv. “You can still—”

“Turn Geahek down?”

Raiden turned the thought over in his mind. “Nope. You’re right. That would get us killed. If you told Geahek you’d do it, we better do it, hm?”

Now

And now, here they were on their knees in the freezing snow, hands behind their heads, guns trained on them. Raiden wanted to say I told you so. No, probably shouldn’t, he thought. He looked out the corner of his eye and caught Dara’s attention. “Told you so,” he whispered smugly.

“Tiihuh,” she whispered through gritted teeth.

“Hm?”

“Tiihuh,” she repeated, keeping her jaw clenched.

“What?”

“Hnh hn tiihuh.”

“Oh, for goodness sake, will you just say whatever it is you’re trying to say?”

“I said, throw the timebomb!”

Raiden’s words caught in his throat.

“Throw it, Raiden!” shouted Dara, eyes urging. Around them, Geahek’s guards were shouting and bellowing orders.

“I, uh… I don’t have it.”

“What?”

“I don’t… I don’t have it. I might have, ah, used it back on Raghajiv.”

The guards were swarming around them now, a blur of black armour against the icy blueish whites of Tartrak’s wastelands.

“You what? You blithering idiot! You utter moron! You—”

And that was when one of Geahek’s guards struck him on the back of the head, and he blacked out.

Then

“I wonder what he wants it for,” pondered Raiden out loud. “Why chase down an ancient religious idol?”

“Who cares, as long as we get paid?” replied Dara, flippantly. “And don’t go off about the—” she did mock air-quotes “—significance of such an artefact. Let’s just do the work, get paid, and then go our separate ways. ‘Cause your face is already annoying me.”

“Your voice, too,” added Franky.

Dara nodded. “Yeah, and your voice.”

Now

“Lucky for you, we get to spend a lot more time together,” he said, smiling chirpily. “Silver linings, and all that, huh?”

“For God’s sake, Raiden, shut up.”

“Yeah, Raiden, shut it,” growled Franky.

From outside their cages came a tutting. Geahek stepped out from the shadows. “So much infighting, it’s a wonder you lot were able to pull of the heist at all,” he crooned, bouncing the idol in his hand.

“Why don’t you hurry up and kill us already?” snapped Dara. “Stop toying with us!” As the words tumbled out of her mouth, Raiden knew she hadn’t figured it out yet. There were the things on their legs, for a start…

“Kill you?” Geahek asked, frowning. “Why on earth would I kill you? You’re the best heist crew I’ve ever had!” he said with a boyish grin that bordered on the maniacal. “No, no. I’m not going to kill you, gosh no. In fact, what I propose is an… opportunity.”

“Oh, here we go,” mumbled Raiden, fiddling with the ankle monitor that was strapped to his leg. It flashed a red light, intermittently.

A look of unadulterated rage flashed across Geahek’s face, but he maintained composure. “I propose you continue working for me. And when I say ‘work’, I do not mean that you will be getting paid.” His eyes crawled over Raiden. “And please stop playing with that. It’s not a toy, and you won’t get it off.” Geahek’s voice dropped down a register: “Believe me.”

“What kinda work?” asked Dara.

“Well…” he said scrutinising the idol. “This wasn’t the only religious artefact I am after. And you weren’t the only crew I hired. The problem is that the others… they, ah, suffered casualties. In fact, you are the only crew that returned alive.”

“Oh…”

“I want you to go and retrieve the other artefacts.”

“Which others?” asked Raiden, an awful feeling rising in his chest.

“I think you know,” said Geahek with a wicked grin. “But here’s a hint for job number one: Quowiduw.” The exotic word rolled off his tongue perfectly.

Raiden closed his eyes and swore.

Dara looked confused. “What? What?”

“I’ll leave you to… discuss the proposition,” said Geahek, ignoring her. “Of course, it’s either ‘yes’ or it’s death, you must realise. Any who…” he said, and then swaggered through the doors, whistling a jaunty tune.

“What did he say?” said Dara, turning in her narrow cage.

Raiden sighed. “Basically, we either get killed by his cronies… or, we get killed by religious nuts. Or by mother nature.” He looked from Franky to Dara, in the cramped confines of their prisons. “Guys… we’re going to Muxel.”

Franky and Dara swore simultaneously.

At what point did you realize no one cares about you?

Yesterday, in fact.

Yesterday I turned 40 years old. Not a single damn person, including my friends and even my parents. Not one person, save for God the Father; wished me a Happy Birthday.

I do all the shopping and housekeeping for my parent’s, twice a week. Which means I leave my life, to go to their house and clean it for them. I do their grocery shopping too. My other siblings? Nowhere to be found, or even care. So, you’d think that I might matter to them. Right? You’d think a 40th birthday would be a big one.

I take care of church and help maintain their storehouse, and do all their shopping, bills, etc. I serve as a Worship Leader at my church. None of my team, none of my fellow church members, none of them wished me a happy birthday. These are people I see every week and who keep calendars on people’s birthdays.

No one threw me a party or sent me some money or remembered to say two simple words. No one, but God. That’s when I realized that I am far too kind and giving and generous for my own good and I need to set stronger and tighter boundaries. If ALL the people that I care about and value in my life, can completely forget about me on my 40th, what is considered a Milestone by most people. Not one person. It shows that I care more for them, then they do for me.

That cut me real deep. It really makes me question why I go out of my way to serve and help people, when no one even notices me. Pretty messed up. I sat in my truck with a chocolate cupcake and a Puppacino for my pooch and sang myself Happy Birthday with my dog howling next to me.

People suck. Especially the ones that you’re supposed to matter to.

EDIT 12/29/24 – Just in the last 2 days; I am amazed, humbled and completely taken aback by the level of outpouring love, support and belated birthday wishes, from complete strangers. The same love that I should have been given by the ones that matter most to me, instead I got it from the world; the one place I didn’t expect it. I’ve never written or done anything that went viral. I wrote this 2 days ago out of frustrating and venting and its had more attention and views than any other article I’ve written. And I write a lot. I just want to say to all the people that took the time to read this and sympathize with me and especially the ones who took the time to write a comment or a belated birthday wish. Thank you from the bottom of my 40 year old heart. I value this so much and it was so needed. Thank you, all of you!

Women Have Ruined Dating for Everyone ….

Felix

Once upon a time, in a lush forest, there lived a clever fox named Felix. Felix was known far and wide for his quick wit and cunning ways. He could outsmart any creature in the forest, from the craftiest raccoon to the most elusive hare. But Felix had one problem: he was always in a hurry. He dashed from one place to another, never taking the time to enjoy the beauty around him. His motto was, “Why walk when you can run?”

One sunny morning, Felix was trotting along the forest path when he spotted a turtle named Theo. Theo was the complete opposite of Felix. He moved at a glacial pace, taking each step with deliberate care. While Felix was always rushing, Theo believed in savoring every moment. He would stop to admire a flower, listen to the birdsong, or feel the warmth of the sun on his shell. His motto was, “Slow and steady wins the race.”

Felix, ever the trickster, decided to have a little fun with Theo. “Hey, Theo!” he called out. “How about a race? I bet I can reach the big oak tree before you even take ten steps!” Theo, unfazed by Felix’s taunting, smiled and said, “Sure, Felix. But remember, it’s not always about who gets there first.” Felix laughed, confident in his speed, and the race began.

Felix bolted off like a shot, leaving Theo in the dust. But as he ran, he couldn’t resist stopping to investigate a shiny object he spotted in the bushes. It turned out to be a discarded soda can, but Felix spent a good five minutes trying to figure out if it was treasure. Meanwhile, Theo plodded along, steadily making his way toward the oak tree. He didn’t get distracted; he just kept moving forward.

By the time Felix realized he’d been sidetracked, Theo was already halfway to the oak tree. Felix sprinted as fast as he could, but he kept getting distracted—by a butterfly, by a berry bush, by his own reflection in a pond. When he finally reached the oak tree, panting and exhausted, he found Theo calmly waiting for him, munching on a leaf. “Told you,” Theo said with a wink. “Slow and steady wins the race.”

The moral of the story? Life isn’t just about speed and shortcuts. Sometimes, taking your time and staying focused on your goals will get you further than rushing and getting distracted. And who knows? You might even enjoy the journey along the way.

What if your husband of 22 years left and said he didn’t want you anymore? After being with his ex for three weeks, he came back home. Should l forgive him?

My goodness that happened to me. He was the love of my life. I was devastated . It wasn’t an ex but someone he knew through his job. They were both studying for a state engineering licensing exam. At the library in the evenings. One night he wasn’t home by 9:15 as expected. I drove to the library. There they were , steamed up windows in his van. I was so upset. Not long after. I came home and the house felt weird. I opened his drawers, they were empty. I knew then he just left without being asked and without telling me. It was a kick in the gut. I loved him so much. Several weeks later, he knocked on my door with two bags of groceries. “I thought I’d come back home, I brought dinner. We sat and talked. I said “you want to come back? “. Yes, he said, I said “wait, I’ll be right back”. I went into my room and grabbed my wedding rings. I opened his had and placed the rings in his palm, then I held out my left hand. I said , when you put these rings on my finger, again, you are promising me that my heart will never be broken, you want our marriage forever, and you will never do what you did again, I love you , if you know in your heart that you love me and are committing to be with me , you will put them on my finger”, he reached out and took my hand, I looked at him. His eyes were down he turned my hand placed the ring in my palm, folded my fingers over them and said I’m sorry , I cannot make that promise. Then he got up and walked out the door. “Thank for the groceries” I said. I wasn’t surprised. At least he was honest this time! Two months later he came back to announce that he was going to Arizona where he grew up, with a girl he met who had a son. We spoke to each other several times over the years. He called me, I never called him. I was invited to his daughters wedding. Her and I were pretty close since I married her dad. He came alone, he sat with me and his daughters mother joined us later. He was the same charming man I always loved and knew I would love forever. He died after a major stroke a couple of years ago. I was devastated. I still love him with all my heart. I could have just said yes, come home, but I didn’t. He married three times after he left me and was divorced when he died. I made the right decision that day to bait him. My advice to you is to say no life cannot be happily lived backwards. It’s too late. Once they don’t love you and say so, they only come back because there is no one else. That’s not enough to rebuilt on. I’m sorry, I know how you feel. I feel your pain and understand your mixed feelings well.

What would you do if you found out that your fiancée let a guy climb in her bedroom after she put me on the couch?

There’s your answer. She put somebody else in her bed and put you on the couch. That means you need to walk away. Cause there is nothing there. I’m sorry to say and it might hurt. If there is a better future ahead of you, if there’s always a reason that something happens because when one door closes another, 1 will open

What was the lie that you let someone live with without correcting them?

My neighbor’s daughter died young and her boyfriend would stop in to look after her elderly mother weekly for the rest of my neighbor’s life. It was very kind.

I moved into the neighborhood a couple years before she died, and she was a porch-sitter and I’m a talker, so I would come talk to her on the regular and lend a hand if she needed something. Nothing heroic, just a little neighboly hanging out.

She passed and he turned up that Christmas with a gift and said “hey thanks for being a great neighbor to her,” and I said, “oh that’s so sweet of you, I LOVE chocolate!” What I did not say, because I thought it would never matter, was, “that’s so sweet of you, but in fact I am viciously allergic to nuts of all sorts, so thanks but no thanks!”

It is now five years later, and a man whose name I do not know, never see, and does not live in the area, is still leaving expensive, nutty assortments of chocolate on my doorstep every year. My kiddo is gleeful and I am resigned. It’s far too late to fess up even if I were to catch him in the act, plus I will be moving next year. Best to just let him enjoy his seasonal gesture.

Andrew Tate Explains Why Men Should NEVER Get Married

M28. How do I tell my mother she made a mistake birthing me? Her selfishness forced me into a world and gave me no knowledge of it. She is beyond stupid. How can I express, that I hate her for having “fun” and to tell her she should have aborted?

You know nothing about your mother. Maybe she considered abortion but decided she couldn’t kill a baby, because a fetus is a baby. You sound depressed otherwise you would not consider that you were forced to come into this world. Your words indicate to me that your mother might have raised you without a father, would it have been better if you had a normal upbringing with both parents? But really you are angry and depressed and you want to blame it on your mom. The last thing you should tell her is that you hate her. If you want to tell someone how angry you are, tell it to God. He know all things anyway. He knows every thought before it comes to your mind. He knows every word before it comes to your tongue. Since He already knows, you should talk to Him instead of blaming your mom.

Caramel

Submitted into Contest #18 in response to: Your fingers tensed around the object in your pocket, ready to pull it out at a moment’s notice.… view prompt

Agnes Sharan

They say our instincts act in a split second.

“Arrrrthhhuurrrr!”

My head was ringing, my jaw clenched. It was a cold windy night, the alley not any kinder. I pulled my coat tighter around myself. My body was fighting the cold, but the fear coursing through seemed to warm it enough to make my clenched fists sweat. I wanted to put my hand into my pocket but knew that won’t do me any good at this point.

“Arrrrthhhurrrr!”

I kept seeing him out of the corner of my eyes, grinning, his eyes lit up like he’s happy right where he is. He looked better than the last time I saw him, more alive. He didn’t look a day over how he looked then, brown eyes, caramel skinned, his clothes the same as that day. I suppose that’s just what happens when you go through something like that. It is what it is.

It was quiet, the stillness almost suffocating. I wanted to get it over with, but time seemed frozen just like the air around me. Some stragglers went past us, but other than the odd look now and then, they didn’t seem to suspect anything. So we waited, him and I, paused in that moment, feeling every breath leave my body, every whisper of wind through my hair, afraid to make any movement that might break this trance. But even as my eyes were wide open, I could see that day play out.

It was about a year ago.

“There has been a mistake. The officer will be punished suitably. We are truly sorry.”

He stood beside me, an officer hat in his hands. I couldn’t meet his eyes. Nor hers. I couldn’t imagine that this day will end like this. And the worst part is, it was all my fault.

Why did this happen?

I don’t remember who, I just remember a voice asking those words. The sweat in my clenched fists almost felt like his blood on my hands.

“We can’t begin to say how sorry we are. We got a distress call from someone passing through that there seemed to be a suspicious individual in the neighbourhood. Our officers on call were closeby and responded to it and it just so happened that he fit the description.”

“Arrrrthhhuurrrr!”

Have you heard a gunshot?

I have. I think its sharp, like a clap maybe? No, no, its dull, slipping past like a breeze. Honestly, you can’t really describe it. It is just a sound that rings around your head. It feels like it has a life of its own, and when it is through with you, all you are left with is wondering what ghosts it left behind.

I thought I’d never pick up something again that could make that sound. Never feel the cool metal beneath my fingertips.

“Noooo!!!”

Her voice rang in my head. It did ever since that day. The wailing of an inconsolable mother. A mother who lost her world in what to some was a split second instinct.

What could console her? Was there any punishment that would feel just in this world? Was there any in the universe? Her cries made me wonder every day.

A mandatory leave of absence sure doesn’t. Why else would I find myself here?

“What could you possibly have imagined a 10 year old capable of committing? Enough to warrant him a fatal wound?” The voice choked out the words. “He’s a child! H-He was …”

The words just buzzed in my ears. My throat felt clogged, like I couldn’t speak despite desperately wanting to.

It continued. “I was just there. I had asked him to wait out on the lawn for me, for just a moment. To wait, on OUR LAWN!” Eyes squeezed shut, fingers pressed tightly to stop the tears. “Why would you think my boy standing on our lawn made him the first suspicious individual huh? A 10 YEAR OLD! He listened to his father and simply stood there, and he was killed at his own house! What world are you protecting us from if you are the ones going around killing us?!”

I could stay silent no more.

“Now listen here, mister, that is no way to talk to an officer…”

“Jerry, shut up. Sir, again, as we explained, he made a sudden turn which was why the officer had to act quickly. We can’t discriminate between criminals based on age …”

“But you can based on colour. That’s what this is about, isn’t it?”

Her voice rang out.

The man looked like he wanted to speak out. He then looked at me in the eyes, hazy with the need to defend his comrade but he could see that in the depths of this day, nothing else could explain why it happened. Nothing else could say why an innocent boy with a brown eyed smile had to die. Nothing but the caramel of his skin.

“We were just going to the park. My wife had gone ahead earlier to get the birthday picnic set up but she texted me about some things she forgot. I didn’t want him to see, that’s why I told him to wait out in the lawn. It would have barely been a couple of minutes. Just a couple of minutes.”

Hopelessness rimmed that voice. It crawled over my skin, making me want to throw up my insides.

“He turned around because he heard me close our door. He saw your guns and understood the danger it posed. He was scared and he looked for his father to protect him. Was that so wrong? In the end, though, it got him killed.”

It sounded like someone who had lost all purpose. Someone who just wanted to give up. But that was a year ago.

“You remember me, don’t you?”

This voice no longer belonged to the helpless father from a year ago. This was one that knew what its sole purpose in life is, and would do anything to get to it.

And it’s hands held clenched in the pocket of its coat the one tool that help it get to it.

I could see the recognition etched in his eyes, the face that came to me every night in my sleep, eyes that then seemed so hateful now filled with something I couldn’t quite understand. He was frozen, just like I, the midnight air speaking the words we couldn’t.

“I don’t think I’ll ever forget a face from that day.”

His voice, I wanted to say, sounded smug. But there was something off about it, like my appearance after disappearing for a year didn’t affect him at all. And that bothered me.

He continued. “I saw it in your eyes that day, you know.” He smiled. “I saw them burning with a desire for justice. And I remember it every time I dream of firing that shot.”

It almost seemed like he was goading me, as though he wanted me to act before even I myself desired it. My fingers tensed around the metal, wanting to pull it out yet not wanting to give him the satisfaction.

“Do you now? A murderer who remembers his victim, how ironic.” I sneered at him. It only seemed to make him grin wider. I didn’t have to imagine I heard smugness in his voice to get triggered by his smile.

My clenched fists felt colder now with the metal in them exposed to the air. He held his hands up in mockery.

“Dad?”

“Dad?”

“Shh, Arthur, the doctors will fix you right up, its okay.” I looked away, holding his hand tighter in mine. My other hand was holding pressure to his chest, but even the slightest shift felt like he life was slipping away right beneath my fingertips.

“Daddy?” I couldn’t look at his eyes. He always had a light that in them I could look towards to make any day better. But today was different.

Because today, it was fading.

“I’m scared.”

I met his brown eyes, and in that moment, I wanted to scratch away my skin till it all but bled just to see if it makes his stop. “It’s going to be okay, I promise.”

He closed his eyes. “Sleepy, daddy …”

“Arthur”, I shook him, “Arthur?”

“Arrrrthhhuurrrr!”

The fear of God struck his eyes at that moment. He looked like he was about to turn, so I held the gun with both hands. “Don’t move!”

He froze, and it gave me a moment to see where the voice came from. He stood behind him, a boy of 7, maybe 8, and he was shivering. I’d like to say it was because of the cold but I but deep down, I didn’t have to guess the reason why. I looked away from him.

“Jim.” He spoke with his hands still held up. “Jim, what are you doing here?”

The boy’s eyes started to fill with tears. “M-mom told me to come l-look for you”, his voice choked.

“Go back to mommy, Jim, its going to be okay. Just go back to mommy.”

That’s when I turned the gun to the boy. All this time, he looked unbothered, but the fear in his eyes now looked exactly what I needed.

“Don’t!” he shouted, pleading in words he didn’t say. “He’s just a boy.”

I sneered. “So was mine! Now you’ll know how that feels!”

“Kill me.”

The words rang in my ears, but it didn’t make sense. Every day for the past year I dreamt of all the ways his face would look like pleading for his life, but none of those faces matched the man before me.

He smiled sadly. “You see him still, don’t you?”

“Daddy?”

Arthur stood beside the boy now, his caramel smile nowhere to be seen. Instead his eyes were fearful, just as they were that day.

“I do too. Every day. That’s why I resigned after the leave of absence. I kept remembering I chose to fire every time I picked up the gun. I knew you were looking into me, that one day you’d come for me. I didn’t want anything to get in the way of what I deserve.”

I felt as though my brain was finally putting together the pieces from tonight. Everything I found off about his demeanour, from his voice to him smile, it all made sense. For the look in his eyes that I couldn’t understand before, it was not smugness or fear. It was acceptance.

“Why should I believe you?”

He smiled, “I can’t tell you why.” His eyes turned, “Just let the boy go, I beg you. He doesn’t deserve it just as much as Arthur didn’t.”

I finally looked into the boy’s eyes. He was more human to me than anyone’s ever been in the last year, his light no different from my son’s. As I looked on, the ocean blue of his eyes changed color slowly. Now all that stared back was a brown eyed smile that slowly died every second my gun continued to point to it.

What am I doing?

You are no different from him.

My hands shook. But the man didn’t seem keen to use my moment of weakness to escape. He stood still, like a man who had nowhere else he wished to be.

“Go.”

The light in Arthur’s eyes were no longer dying. In fact, they seemed to start glowing. I put the gun back into my pocket.

“W-what?”

“GO! Before I change my mind!”

He kept his eyes on me while walking backwards, protecting the boy from my line of fire with his body. If only I could’ve done the same that day.

They were gone and I fell to the ground defeated. Where was the justice I sought? Why do I still feel like clawing my chest out? What could I do?

I screamed out into the night, until I could no more.

It was quiet now.

My hands hung limply by my side, my coat sifting softly in the breeze, brushing every now and then against my hand. My fingers were cold, the ground freezing. I put them into my pocket but there was no more room, so my fingers clenched around the gun. I don’t know how much time passed, only that I was down on the ground waiting for something to happen.

“Sleep, daddy …”

I heard my second gunshot. I still couldn’t say what it sounded like. But it was quiet now, and so I just closed my eyes and slipped into a dreamless sleep.

Man Catches Girlfriend CHEATING On Dating App And She Can’t Handle It…

M28. How do I tell my mother she made a mistake birthing me? Her selfishness forced me into a world and gave me no knowledge of it. She is beyond stupid. How can I express, that I hate her for having “fun” and to tell her she should have aborted?

Dude, you’re 28 years old. You can’t blame your mom for your issues.

Get some therapy. get a job. Go to the gym. Have fun by joining some safe groups. Hang out with friends or make some.

don’t blame your issues on your mother birthing you, you are too old for this… grow up!

How was the Internet invented?

There were whispers of it in the Pentagon first—back in the 1960s—The military sought for a nuclear war survival communication system.

What they produced was much more than they had dreamed.

Started with ARPANET in 1969—They built it piece by piece—like a man laying bricks for a foundation he couldn’t yet see—The initial link went from UCLA to Stanford. Two computers—conversing over a phone line; But it marked the start of something massive.

The development of TCP/IP—the protocol destined to form the backbone of the internet, marked the actual breakthrough—Bob Kahn and Vint Cerf produced it in 1974. Consider it as if any computer—could converse in a universal language—Before that, different networks were like islands—cut off from one another—TCP/IP created connections between them.

NSFNET, a system linking supercomputer centers, first emerged in the 1980s—faster and more dependable than ARPANET—Schools began to plug in—then companies. Growing like a living entity—the network expanded first over the nation and then the planet.

The last piece arrived in 1989 when Tim Berners-Lew created the World-Wide-Web at CERN—He provided HTML, URLs, and HTTP—the tools that would make the internet from a playground for specialists into something everyone could use.

Early in the 1990s, the internet had moved from military and intellectual beginnings—It belonged to everyone now. Commercial suppliers began providing links to houses—The rest is history.

Valtrompia Bread

Yield: 2 Valtrompia loaves

Ingredients

1/3 cup very warm water
1 teaspoon sugar
1 (1/4 ounce) package dry yeast
1 cup milk
2 tablespoons butter, melted
1 1/4 teaspoons salt
3 to 4 cups flour

Instructions

In measuring cup, combine warm water, sugar, and yeast. Let stand 5 minutes stirring occasionally until mixture is foamy.
In large bowl, combine milk, butter, and salt. Add yeast mixture to bowl and stir to combine. Add 2 1/2 cups flour and stir. Stir in as much of remaining flour as necessary to form soft dough. Turn onto lightly floured board and knead for 7 minutes. Shape dough into smooth ball. Put into greased bowl, turning once to grease top. Cover with plastic wrap. Place bowl in warm, draft-free place to rise until double in bulk.
Punch dough down. Divide dough in half, roll into log 3 to 4 inches shorter than the Valtrompia Bread Tube, and insert in tube.
Cap and bake in a preheated 400 degree F oven for 60 to 70 minutes.
Remove from tube to cool.

Is there anything to stop a husband from cheating?

If your husband wants to cheat, then you can’t stop your husband from cheating. Your husband will find different ways to cheat. It all depends upon the core personality of your husband. If your husband is an emotionally unavailable, emotionally damaged man, or has high traits of narcissism, then he is more likely to cheat. Cheating is a choice and a conscious act. You can’t do anything here if your husband wants to cheat.

Only man can stop himself from cheating. If your husband is healthy and loves you, then no matter what happens, he is never going to cheat in any circumstances. If your husband loves you, cheating on you will never cross his mind. Cheaters will have 100s of reasons to cheat, and a loyal person only needs one reason to be faithful: that is love.

Is it reasonable for a wife to accept another man’s invitation for just her to go to his house for a swim at 1am, & for her to go wearing only a bikini & a totally translucent gown. Is it reasonable for a husband to get upset in such a situation? Tx!

Absolutely not, it is not unreasonable to get upset. Many things can happen riding solo at that hour. My man would NEVER let me out alone at that time of the night. Shoot he wouldn’t even let me check the mail across the street in the dark. She must not respect the fact that you care about her and a healthy future for her.

Is it reasonable for a wife to accept another man’s invitation for just her to go to his house for a swim at 1am, & for her to go wearing only a bikini & a totally translucent gown. Is it reasonable for a husband to get upset in such a situation? Tx!

Yes, be upset. It’s disrespectful and disregarding your marriage vows. The offer is with bad intentions. To do that any time of day and just her is an affair waiting to happen

Talk to your wife and ask how she would feel if a woman invited you only to go over by her at that time wearing only a Speedo??

Why Is Nobody Talking About This?

I heard a news report that tariffs on Chinese goods will not have the desired effect of bringing manufacturing back the US, although companies plan cutting back on production in China. Why won’t they return the US?

Do you want to hear the truth or do you want to hear lies.

The truth is, for the United States, if it does not want to give up its financial hegemony and the US dollar as the world currency, then financial capital absolutely does not want manufacturing to return to the United States.

Because this will reduce their voice in government decision-making, and even serve the manufacturing industry, instead of being able to quickly obtain massive amounts of funds by constantly speculating on some “high-tech” concept products in the stock market. It turned into a real-life Ponzi scheme.

After carefully looking at the U.S. dollar, U.S. bonds, and U.S. technology stocks, I

I realized that the current financial system of the United States is based on the credit endorsement of the United States as a sovereign country.

But it is obvious that as the U.S. debt approaches 37 trillion, the U.S. national credit system is about to go bankrupt.

For the United States, the reshoring of manufacturing promoted by Trump and Musk is like a self-rescue act of a terminally ill person.

But to realize this premise, the financial industry, service industry, etc. all need to serve the manufacturing industry.

Instead, I hype a high-tech concept, which is actually a laboratory product, and then I can obtain a large amount of financing in the stock market. Then a few years later, the company goes bankrupt and closes down. But the money has fallen into the hands of a few.

Isn’t this just pure money fraud?

Then, the United States needs to restart vocational education. Simply put, it means that a large number of Americans should give up their choices in law, finance, services, computers, and liberal arts, and devote themselves to science and engineering and technical training.

This process will take at least 10 years to cultivate a generation of qualified industrial workers and engineers.

Otherwise, it is just a dream to bring back the manufacturing industry.

Because the current illiteracy rate in the United States is too high, workers seriously lack high-end technical training.

In fact, I personally suggest that it is better for the United States to start major infrastructure construction again from now on, which can at least solve a large number of employment problems.

Why is Intel in a steep decline? Why did Intel decline and fall so much?

Short Answer: Intel’s main competition was AMD and for a while AMD wasn’t in the race so intel got distracted. After a while Intel decided to comeback with 2nm chip and it proved disaster because of many reasons, some of which are listed in the long answer.

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Long Answer: Intel’s $50 billion investment to lead in 2nm chip production has turned into a tale of misaligned priorities. The company focused on building cutting-edge facilities for foundaries to compete with TSMC and Samsung before resolving its existing 7nm and 10nm chip struggles, resulting in a reduced credibility in the market.

Why did only Intel had a fall while not other competitors like AMD?

AMD focused on outsourcing its chip production to TSMC, allowing it to prioritize design while leveraging TSMC’s advanced manufacturing processes.

TSMC invested steadily in cutting-edge production facilities like 7nm and 5nm, delivering consistent results and attracting customers like Apple, AMD, and Nvidia.

These companies focused on their own expertise and existing products, unlike Intel and that is the only reason for their success.

Andrew Tate Explains Why Men Should NEVER Get Married

The Beatles arrive in New York City

I remember when the (musical group) the “Beatles” arrived in New York city.

It was insane. Everyone was talking about them.

The local girls painted their faces on the automobile windows, and even the nuns who taught in my elementary school were all enthralled.

After the concert, that was the only thing that my nun teacher (first grade) talked about.

We watched the news at night and all we saw were miles and miles of hysterical screaming girls. It was insane.

You all have no idea about just how crazy it was. The Beatles brought a new kind of Rock n Roll to the United States. And the entire nation was eating it up.

And it was so crazy.

My teacher (the nun) told me that she couldn’t hear the music because the screaming was just so vigorous.

Take a look…

Today…

Why does China keep trying to compete with USA when they know they are gonna lose? Most Chinese students, rich, elites crave for US citizenship after all.

A Nation isn’t built out of Rich, Elite people but by the Middle Class

Within the Mainland, the US has much less to offer than what it could two or three decades ago

Back then China had 1 World Class University necessarily meaning 40% of the brightest Chinese had to go to US or Western Universities for their education

Back then 73% of Chinese Manufacturing and Production was LOW GRADE PRODUCTS necessarily meaning 30% of the most talented workers had to work either for US / Western Owned Industries within China or migrate outside China

Today things are different

China has 26 World Class Universities, next only to the US with 41

Almost 24% of Chinese manufacturing is HIGH GRADE and ADVANCED which means 6–7 Million Jobs within the Mainland and expected to rise to 20 Million in the next decade

Add to this a fervor of Chinese Nationalism within China

The Result is clear

Emigration Agencies have reduced from more than 1000 in 2007 to 180 or so in 2024

Enrollment into Australian Universities by Mainlanders dropped 52% in the past decade

Outbound Tourism to US and Europe fell by 27% in the past 7 years while to Thailand, Maldives, Singapore & Ironically Japan rose by 66%

Domestic Tourism surged by 213% from 2009 to 2023

Anyone living in China can see the change for themselves

The US just doesn’t fascinate China anymore the way it used to

China has a thriving Capital Market

China has a very good standard of living, affordable quality healthcare and quality education

In fact in the past two years – 4,600 Doctorate holders moved back to China from the US – who were either Green Card Holders or US Citizens

Urban Life in China beats Urban life in US

Semi Urban Life in China is very good today

Salaries of Workers in High Grade or Advanced Manufacturing is very high indeed

Things are changing significantly for the Mainlanders

Can you name some places in Thailand that you think are not safe to go to alone as a tourist?

Badly lit alleys in Khlong Toei Slums? Nope! Red-light, Pattaya Soi 6 ? Nope!—- Low cost National Housing Estate in Din Daeng dubbed -slums in the air?—-Nope! Walking Street at Bangla, Phuket? Nope!

Some of those places are hidden gem for tourists and many are popular, though it’s seemed unsafe but they’re almost 100% safe if you aren’t a troublemaker yourself.

So, where, then, isn’t safe to go alone as a tourist?

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Well, nothing is wrong with going to the police station in Thailand, it’s just like going to a renowned lion den alone.

Even if you are one hell of a ‘Rambo’ you are no match with those guys in Brown in the above places.

Are you kidding me? What is wrong with going to make a police report I’m a victim, I did no wrong against the Thai law.?— Did you? And are you sure about that?

I know you will come up with that. ‘ You said you were attacked by 5 Thai security guards, you acted in self-defense, right?’

“You will be slapped with a few charges like ‘destroy public property’ ( section 360) by pulling the pipes from roadside rail to beat all 5 Thai guys up. Another charge is ‘using foul language like ‘ f-word’ to insult their mother’s ( Libel sec. 326’) plus’ Third; Walk out of the bar without paying the bills.(Fraud base:345)

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From all the 3 charges, you will get compound fines 20,000 Baht or jailed, or both. Meanwhile, locked up until you get a bailout, could also be deported if convicted…What? sigh!

The 5 guys? They, too, were fined.—500B each on ‘assault’ (section 295) with 1 year suspended sentence, doing community works for 6 weeks.

Now you know, going to the Police station ‘alone’ as a tourist is a suicidal— Bring a Thai lawyer with you, he or she knows what to do.

Putin Confirms War Has Been Declared on the Russian World Today

This statement occurred in mid-December 2024.

Beef Chimichangas

Ingredients

1 (3 pound) roast
2 firm tomatoes, chopped
3 to 4 scallions, chopped
Garlic
Salt and pepper
Comino (cumin)

Instructions

Cook the beef in a slow cooker for 6 to 8 hours with the seasonings.
Cool and shred beef.
Cook tomatoes and scallions and add to beef.
Place meat mixture on flour tortillas and roll up. Drop into hot oil until golden brown. Drain.
Top with green chiles, sour cream, guacamole, salsa and shredded cheese.
Serve on a bed of shredded lettuce.

A Place in the Sun

Submitted into Contest #24 in response to: Write a story set in the dark recesses of space where the two main characters are often at odds with each other in humorous and comedic ways.… view prompt

John Rennie

The metallic surface of the Cleveland Company logo glimmered faintly as the space station became slowly bathed in the dim glow of moonlight. Eileen sat in the control room chair looking straight ahead, not distracted by the sight of Umbriel passing the window; she’d seen it a thousand times. Her eyes were fixated by the 50-inch rectangle of light above her head. “He never takes me anywhere” she sighed. Prodding the remote control repeatedly at three second intervals, she continued browsing images of the inner Solar System – far off places, close to the Sun, but she knew it was hopeless. Ted hadn’t agreed to leave the space station since their honeymoon in 2159, and no matter how many light-years she spent dreaming of one last planet getaway, it came no closer to reality. Ted was just not interested; he had his mind of other things.At the opposite end of the space station, the sound of clinking and clunking would be absolutely maddening if there had been anyone else around to hear it. The only person there was Ted whose hearing had started to go a long time ago. Pieces of twisted metal and dusty electronic chips were strewn around the floor of the station’s West Wing. A screw with a worn down thread went scuttling across the metal table skimming its surface like a stone across a lake. Eventually dropping to the floor and finding its resting place through a tiny air vent under a cabinet. “Blast!” Ted exclaimed staring into his empty hands. He looked up at the calendar above the workstation and his chest started to tighten.It was November 4th 2212. The arrival of J-Boy, their beloved grandson, was imminent. The young explorer was about to make his annual call. Visitors were rare these days. So rare that they hadn’t had a visitor for 10 years, except J-Boy of course. His visits were guaranteed like Earth’s orbit around the Sun. He could arrive at any moment and yet the satellite was still not fixed. Ted just needed to re-attach a panel to cover the inner circuitry and the dish would be ready for installation. He reached into the screw box and grasped at the fresh air inside. He picked up his magnifying glass to see that the box was in fact empty. Ted slumped back into his chair, realising he would have to go to the East Wing to get a new one. That meant bumping into Eileen. He wasn’t ready to face her, especially as he hadn’t finished the job yet, but he couldn’t stay away any longer. Ted hoped she’d forgotten about the promise he made last month. It was unlikely though.Eileen peered through the small round window in the door of the East Wing. The faint sound of footsteps had interrupted her mid-afternoon daydream of exotic star trails and asteroid showers. She watched as a frail masculine figure emerged from the long dark corridor that connected the wings of the space station. As he got closer, the light from the East Wing window cast a spotlight, revealing the silhouette. There was no doubt who it was, it couldn’t have been anyone else. He was holding a shiny box.”A gift?” she wondered.“Oh, Ted …after all this time, finally he has something to offer, something to show he still cares after all these years.”Eileen excitedly pressed the big red button causing the door to slide out of view. With a childlike grin, Eileen opened her arms.

“For me? Ted, you shouldn’t have.”

Before Ted could speak Eileen reached forward, snatched the shiny box from his hands and ripped off the lid. Eileen’s cheeks were suddenly yanked down by invisible draw strings when she saw the box was empty.

“You’re a mean bloody sod, you know that? Bringing me a shiny thing, getting me all excited then smashing my dreams to pieces with a box of empty promises.”

Ted peeled back his lips to reveal his crooked gnashers.

“Give over, would ya? Screws! I need bloody screws…for the satellite.”

“Screws? I’ll give you screws! I’ll bloody screw you!” she said, waving her fist and reluctantly stepping aside to let him through the doorway.

“Chance would be a fine thing!” he chuckled.

“Wash your bloody gob out, you. J-Boy will be here tomorrow and I don’t wanna hear you opening your potty mouth in front of the lad.”

Ted carried on shuffling toward the storage hatch without saying a word.

“Anyhow, haven’t you got enough screws from all that bloomin’ junk you spend all your life scavenging from outside?”

“I keep droppin’ ’em. My hands aren’t what they once were.”

“Nowt’s what it once was. Remember when you took me to see the rings of Saturn? In the pod, just you, me and a nice bottle ginger wine, billions of stars and endless possibilities.

Now look at us. Cooped up in either ends of this station like a prison, but worse. No bloody excitement here! Just the same old orbit in the darkest, dullest end of the Solar System. We’ve been dwelling about this Uranus moon for all eternity. Saturn was a previous life…”.

Eileen continued ranting and reminiscing, but all Ted could hear was the sound of boxes crashing together as he rummaged around. He picked up a silver box and and grinned.

“I’ve told ya before, there’s a lot of good discarded satellite material on this orbit. These young uns dump it and bugger off t’ Jupiter on a jolly. Perfectly good stuff, it is.”

“You know why they dump it ‘ere, Ted? Cos there’s nowt ‘ere. Nowt but bloody junk and darkness, and that miserable moon locking us into the most awful orbit anywhere in the Universe. Round and round and round and round. I’ll tell ye Ted, if I have to…”

A sudden blast of white noise flooded the control room.

“Come in, Cleveland Company station X14, this is Cleveland Craft 0187, permission to engage”

Ted and Eileen looked at each other and froze.

“J-Boy?”

“You daft apeth, Ted! He’s already here! You’ve wasted all your time meddling with that bloody monstrosity… Oh dear! Oh dear, oh dear.”

“Put the kettle on. I’ll get the satellite.” Ted hurriedly made for the West Wing.

J-Boy felt a warm tingle in his stomach as his spacecraft neared the docking hatch of the space station. Of all the places passed Jupiter, his grandparents space station was the place he looked forward to visiting the most. A loud mechanical bang followed by a gentle hissing sound indicated that his craft and the station were locked together. When the gravity light turned green, he released the door.

“Here he is. Where’ve you been, stranger? Come ‘ere!”

J-Boy was smothered by Eileen’s warm embrace. It was here he always received the warmest welcome of anywhere in the Universe. Clevelands X14 always felt like home.

“I’m great”, J-Boy managed to say amidst the big welcome squeeze.

Over Eileen’s shoulder, he could see Ted holding a large metal dish which was covered in wires and electrician’s tape.

“I got a present for ya, lad. Here you are. What d’ya think?”

Ted handed the gift to J-Boy.

“Ooohh, thanks, Ted. Eh…wha…what is it?”

“It’s a satellite, of course. A retro type but it works a treat. You can pick up all sorts on this: Earth war documentaries, alien life programmes, sports from other galaxies…”

“Aw, sounds great. Thanks, Ted”. J-Boy said smiling warmly.

“Put that junk away, Ted”, Eileen intervened.

“What does he want that old thing for? Pay no attention to him.” Eileen said, gently nudging J-Boy down the central corridor towards the East Wing where a fresh pot of tea was brewing.

The control room was a spacious, octagon-shaped area. From the entrance, various doors and hatches could be seen around the back and sides of the room. Directly ahead was a window spreading across the entirety of the front wall, displaying the darkness of space. In front were two swivel chairs facing hundreds of dials, switches and buttons that controlled the station. Above the controls was a single 50-inch screen displaying images of a much younger looking Ted and Eileen by the window of a capsule pod, peering out at different coloured planets. Like everything in this space station, it looked like it was made at the start of the millennium. It was all fairly dated, but J-Boy liked the homely feel of it. He sat in one of the chairs with Ted and Eileen sitting directly across from him, awkwardly jammed into the opposite chair which was clearly designed for one. Between the chairs was a small table, on it a metallic teapot along with three steaming mugs.

J-Boy began recounting tales of distant galaxies and far off parts of the Universe that Eileen could only dream of visiting. Eileen had been to many places when she was younger, but nowhere as far and exotic. “ How do you communicate with people outside of the Solar System?; Isn’t is dangerous crossing the Kuiper belt?; What’s the food like on Earth?”

She could listen for hours, asking questions and imagining what could’ve been.

“I can show you some snaps if you like?” J-Boy said looking for something in his bag.

“Aye, go on then, I’ll hook ‘em up to the big screen.”

“It’s OK, Ted. I don’t use screens anymore. I’ve got holograms now.” J-Boy held up a small black cube no bigger than a matchbox.

“Holograms? Bloody marvellous! Nowt like this in our day. Us oldies can’t keep up anymore”.

The elderly couple looked like children again as they sat with their mouths and eyes wide open, staring at the hologram projection in awe. They gasped as J-Boy waved his hand in the air to call upon hundreds of spectacular images of planets they’d never heard of and galaxies they didn’t even know existed. Eileen was completely engrossed. The more pictures she saw, the more questions she asked.

Ted wasn’t quite the conversationalist that Eileen was. He would just nod and chuckle upon hearing the wondrous tales. Occasionally chipping in with “Bloody marvellous”. He enjoyed listening, but was always happier when he was busy doing something. Without saying a word, he got up from the chair and pottered over to the control room kitchen in the corner.

“What would ya fancy to eat J-Boy?”, Ted called over his shoulder.

“Oh, nothing thanks, Ted. I ate on the cruise control around gravitational pull.”

“How about some cherry tomatoes?”,

“No, I’m OK, thanks.”

“Grown with martian soil in our space garden”

“I’m good thanks, Ted.”

“Lovely and sweet they are”

“No, I don’t really like…”

“I’ll go get them now.”

“But…”

“Eileen! What’s the key code for the space garden? J-Boy wants some cherry tomatoes, he’s starving!

“Eh? No…I’m fi…”

Eileen frowned and looked up from the projection looking deeply concerned.

“Oh poor lad! What are we like, eh? Here I am gabbing away and you’re starving to death. I’ll get ’em J-Boy. Hold on to your rockets, kidda.”

“Don’t be daft. He wants me to get them.”

“Not with your grubby hands. You’ve had them all over that dirty dish and God knows where else.” Eileen gently elbowed Ted’s forearm away from the keypad and prodded the numbers on the glass, saying them aloud as she did. “3 1 7 5 2”.

Eileen entered the space garden and quickly picked up a bucket full of cherry tomatoes that had been freshly picked a few hours earlier. The bucket was overflowing. Eileen groaned and stumbled, but regained her footing and waved Ted out of her path.

“Give it ‘ere”, Ted demanded.

“Don’t be daft. I’ll take it”

“No you won’t”

J-Boy rushed into the garden behind Ted and Eileen.

“I’m alright. Really! I’m not hungry.”

Despite J-Boy’s pleas, Ted and Eileen continued to struggle. Both had one hand on the bucket handle, fiercely insisting they should be the one to offer the tomatoes to their indifferent guest.

Eileen grabbed the handle with her free hand. Now with a two-hand grip, she pulled the bucket towards her, causing both bodies to lurch further into the garden. With one emphatic tug, she pulled the bucket free from Ted’s withering hand. The force of her pull was so great, she let go. The bucket looped over her head for what seemed like an eternity before it landed in the sink behind.

Like a set of lottery balls, the tomatoes bounced around before being rapidly sucked down the sink hole. The sink was in fact a funnel attached to a waste pipe. The three of them stood silently with their mouths open as, through the window, they watched hundreds of cherry tomatoes implode and explode in the vacuum of space. The Cleveland Company logo turned red as tomato juice plastered to the side of the station.

Of course, Ted and Eileen blamed one another for the tomato incident. From where J-Boy was standing, they were both at fault, but it was Ted who agreed to go outside the station clean up the juice. Meanwhile, not to be seen making less effort than Ted, Eileen insisted on inspecting J-Boy’s craft to check it was safe and sufficiently re-fuelled for the onward journey. Guests always left Cleveland X14 with a full tank.

J-Boy watched on from the control room window as two spacesuits attached to the station by an umbilical cable floated out into the alien atmosphere. Eileen could be seen inserting a fuel rod into the J-Boy’s craft which was docked on the right of the window, and Ted could be seen on the left rigorously wiping.

Without warning, a cigar shaped object collided with the door of J-Boy’s craft, but left no mark.

“Bloody space junk! What nuisance!”, Eileen muttered into her radio which J-Boy could hear in the control room.

Suddenly a cluster of antennas, tubes, rocket motor shells followed, relentlessly pelting the space station. A solar panel spinning like coin cut through Eileen’s umbilical cable sending her suited body into a spin.

“Teeeeed!”

Ted could see Eileen was untethered and drifting. Without any hesitation, he leapt from the safety of the station into the infinite space. Their spacesuits collided. Ted’s umbilical cable pulled taut as it wrenched the spacesuits back. The relief of catching his wife was short lived when he realised they only had a few minutes before Eileen’s suit’s backup oxygen supply would run out.

The silent onslaught of satellite debris continued to shower down near the entrance; it was too dangerous to go back in just yet. Holding Eileen in one hand, Ted used his free hand to pull his umbilical cable causing them both to float in the direction of the capsule pod.

“Quick, get inside.”

In the pod, Eileen removed her helmet and immediately drew in one huge breath.

“Bloody space junk” she exhaled.

In the safety of the pod with oxygen and protection from the junk cloud outside, Eileen and Ted watched as J-Boy’s craft took a battering. The space station was a giant. It could withstand a severe assault from any decommissioned satellite cluster, but J-Boy’s craft was tiny and in danger of catastrophic damage.

“We have to do something” Ted said as he climbed into the driver’s seat. He hadn’t used the pod since he was courting Eileen in another lifetime.

“Where’s the wha’d’ya me call it?”

“The what?”

“The wha’d’ya me call it”

“The wha’d’ya me what? The ignition?”

“That’s it!”

“There! Bloody ‘ell, Ted – it’s not rocket science.”

“I think it bloody well is!”

Ted flipped a switch and the wall of controls sprung to life.

“Ere we go!”

The propulsion rockets launched the capsule pod up and away from the under fire space station. Ted hauled a lever to change the direction of the rocket boosters. A blast of flames spluttered from under the pod, propelling it in front of J-Boy’s craft and into the path of the debris.

“Come in Cleveland ex, one, four. This is Cleveland CapPod.

“Ted, Eileen, What happened? Are you alright?”

“J-Boy, d’you hear me, lad?”

“Yes, Ted.”

“Listen, we took a hit from some bloody debris. The door’s knackered and so is Eileen’s suit. We’re not going to be able to connect to the docking hatch.”

“I can come out and help!”

Eileen abruptly leaned into the radio

“No, you won’t, you stay right there. It’s too dangerous.”

“But…”

Ted held Eileen’s hand and a sudden calmness came over both of them.

“We’ve had our time. A great life! We’re gonna get out of this dark end of the Solar System as far as this little pod will take us. We’re going to find a place in the Sun. I made a promise”

J-Boy eyes filled with tears. He was devastated but somehow, he understood. He always knew this time would come.

“Ol’ Cleveland X14 is all yours, lad. Take her anywhere you want. She a bit dated but she’s a good one. A bit like, Eileen”

“Oi!”

Ted chuckled.

Eileen fought the tears, “I’ll miss you, J-Boy. We love you.”

The pod lifted up over the space station and accelerated out in the opposite direction of the Umbriel moon for the first time that century.

J-boy sobbed into his left forearm resting on the space station control panel. His eyes were red and sore. He lifted up his head and with his right hand, reached out to switch off the radio. His hand stopped and hovered over the button.

“It’s this way. I’m sure of it.”

“We should’ve left this orbit half an hour ago, where are we going? You daft apeth, Ted. You’ve got the map upside down!

J-Boy smiled and laughed through the tears. He knew everything was going to be just fine.

Shorpy

Through a Great Distance

Matthew Klingforth

Through a Great Distance

“Andrew, God, I can actually hear your sulking,” Becky said across the hull to the large man sitting with his head hanging and his back facing her. “It’s like I have the endangered, sniveling vagina bug crawling in my ear, right now.”

“I am not sulking!” Andrew informed her angrily as he lifted his head and stared ferociously at the corner. “As a matter of fact, I was just now having a soliloquyial discussion on the selfish disregard of ingratitude and how Princesses only crap on other people’s property!” He screamed at her from his walled in position and Becky rolled her eyes in return.

“Look, man, the alfredo sauce was too salty, I don’t know what to tell yah,” she replied with a guiltless shrug. “Maybe, next time, I don’t know, don’t add the entire salt lick to the pot.”

“That is a reward winning recipe!” Andrew bellowed and turned his purpling face towards her. “And I’ll let you know that having all of the culinary delicacy of a frozen lake, does not excuse, nor forgive, straight rudeness.”

“Whatever,” Becky grumbled and returned her attention to the blinking lights of the ship’s internal computer.

“Fine,” Andrew agreed to her resolution and sent out a cold silence across the room.

“I don’t think that, “soliloquyial,” is even really a word.” Becky poked and to her delight, the bear stood-up and stomped out into the hallway.

“There are rules of engagement!” Andrew roared and jabbed his pudgy finger into the chest of no one as he clomped down the hallway. “Once an argument is clearly at the point of appropriate silence,” he said while gesturing wildly with his hands. “I mean, that’s it, you just shut-up. But no, not her, she always has to get that last little…” He paused, too angry to finish the sentence and, instead, bit down hard onto his knuckle. “I want my GD dog back!” he finally screamed at the top of his lungs.

“Becky! Becky!” Andrew yelled desperately as the terrified animal clawed free and leapt from his grasping arms. “No, no, bad dog!” he scolded the Pomeranian, but another crack of lightning from the newest freak storm put her tail between her legs and sent her scampering into the throngs of the many on-lookers and partiers across the barricade.

“Japan…swallowed…unprecedented tsunamis,” Andrew heard the radio from the nearest booze and food tent scream in between its static and he helplessly turned and looked at his escape vessel.

“Becky?” He whimpered with his whole body moving in feeble motions and the tears choking out his breathing. For the briefest of moments, he considered leaving without his precious Becky, but then he remembered all of the hard work and strings that he had to pull to gain passage to the new world and procure his own personal carriage. Failure was not an option.

“You sir!” Andrew pointed and yelled with newly found determination as he marched across his lot towards the security at the gate. “I will have a moment with you,” he said and pushed his impressive mass in between a small helmeted guard and the rest of the world. “Do you know who I am?” Andrew more demanded than asked.

“Yes sir, mister Chizka, sir,” the guard said with what he thought was machismo. “I am assigned to your post, sir, I’m, I’m your takeoff guy” he added lamely and immediately regretted it.

“Good,” Andrew replied with zero satisfaction as he assumed his own notoriety. “Then you know that I am never, EVER, without my Becky!” he blustered as the guard tried to catalogue every piece of information that he had on the man and a wife Becky seemed to ring a bell.

“Yes sir, mister Chizka, that is well known,” he decided to answer in the positive.

“Well?” Andrew asked as he looked around himself incredulously. “Do you see my Becky with me?”

“Oh, oh, no sir,” the former shoe salesman caught the drift and put his two weeks of military training into action. “Where was the last place you seen her, sir?”

“She ran off into that damnable ruffian tent,” Andrew answered with distaste. “She is very likely right at the entrance, trust me, she won’t wander far from a constant source of sausage.”

As the guard struggled with a reply, he was spared by the sudden upheaval of the earth’s crust, causing all to stumble and cheers to erupt from the tent dwellers.

“Listen,” Andrew said in a sudden rush, trying to quickly compensate for the earthquakes two-day early arrival. “What’s your name son?” he asked the guard.

“Thomas Jensen,” Thomas Jensen answered astutely.

“And now, Thomas,” Andrew said in his straight business voice. “I can assume that you’re not one of these tent cretins, right? That you plan on leaving this degenerate planet and make a fresh start on the new world? Yes?”

“Yes sir, mister Chizka, our craft leaves tonight.”

“Good Thomas, I’m relieved to hear that,” Andrew said while putting his meat hooks onto the guard’s slender shoulders and drawing paternal serenity onto his face. “Thomas, I need someone to march into that Hell pit and get me my Becky,” he said while pointing at the tent. “And whoever that person is, well, let’s just say that they will be very well rewarded in the new world,” he stated and then paused for dramatic affect. “Do you think that you could be that person, mister Jensen?”

“Yes sir! Absolutely sir!” Ole’ Thomas was pretty sure of himself.

“Excellent!” Andrew applauded. “Bring her to my sleeping quarters, get us off this God forsaken planet and I assure you that the goose will be splendid.”

Andrew stared out the bedroom window as the world deteriorated around him. “Where are you?” he whispered harshly and took his third pill in less than ten minutes. “I do not feel calm!” he screamed at the window and shook the pill bottle angrily. “Stupid—useless…,” he mumbled softly as his chin dropped down into his chest and time slowed down around him.

“Who the Hell is this?” the drunken slur of a tiny, blonde woman and the sound of a locking door caused Andrew’s eyes to flutter open.

“Becky,” he pleaded unconsciously as the engines started to rumble and the planet Earth began its long series of chain explosions.

“I want my GD dog back!” Becky heard Andrew yell from across the ship and she immediately felt a twinge of regret for that last jab.

“Ah, the big lug,” she said as she drew her legs up onto the chair to hug her knees, thinking about their first conversation.

The world, she believed, was gone. The navigational system, fried on take-off. We could be the last two human beings alive in the Universe and dude couldn’t stop blubbering about his stupid dog.

“Cute little shit,” she said with a sigh and grabbed her rubber ball to squeeze.

The mix-up, she supposed, was favorable to her. She should be dead and at one point and time, it was all that she had expected, wanted, maybe. She was in a weird place at the time. Still though and in retrospect, she made out pretty good. The vessel was equipped to accommodate and feed eight people for no less than ten years. There were like a zillion different movies and video games to play and the regurgitating ventilation system provided a lifetime of low-quality, but breathable air.

The dog, she felt, would have been very happy here.

Words can’t really describe the awkwardness of getting to know the last remaining member of your species. The last real face that you would see in your entire lifetime. Uncomfortable, she guessed. Discomfited? But, after a long mourning and bonding period, it took them all of fifteen seconds to realize that they were trapped in space with a complete and utter moron. He was a proclaimed dog person and she held firm that Becky was really more of a cat. He was a staunch Republican and she didn’t really care what you called a crook. How was it possible that she got stuck with the one person who could witness the explosion of their planet and still continue to deny global warming?

It was the absolute worst possible case scenario for the both of them.

Becky smiled and gave the ball two quick compressions.

“No, no, you’re doing that all wrong,” Andrew said as he watched her gaming in the family center and grabbed the controller out of her hands.

“Oh, really?” she asked, a little shocked at his playfulness, as they had been on a, as needed, communication schedule for the previous three months. “You know how to play Super Mario Brothers?”

“Oh yeah, my brothers and I ate up the classics,” Andrew answered as he deftly moved the courageous plumber across the screen. “I saw Zelda in the game catalogue,” he said while pausing and smiling over at her. “Have you ever played it?” he asked with a school boy innocence that would eventually charm his way into both her pants and their first marriage.

Andrew had considered all four of their marriages as a silly waste of time, but, Becky, although far removed from her deflowering, was a traditionalist. Not so much the religious stuff, but a commitment was needed if you wanted the long-term, personal attention sex. She was, after all, a lady.

Initially they had the children conversation, you know, the old, save the homo sapien rally, but ultimately decided against it. Their little family, alone in the middle of outer space, trying to maintain the human race was, well, just gross, once you ran the numbers and, besides, neither one of the them were exactly, kid people, anyhow. So, they kept rugrats out of their tumultuous and mostly predictable cycle. Right now, as far as Becky saw it, they were within four months to their next marriage. This was clearly a make-up fight. Right now, he’s standing in the master bedroom, staring out the window, waiting for me to come and apologize.

“And apologize I will,” she thought happily as she stood-up and bounced the ball off of the floor and back into her hand. The truth was that over the last six years, she had really grown to love the big ape and she knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he loved her. Only love can make a person as crazy as she made him.

Besides, she had put a lot of effort into making him a suitable partner, the, sometimes, aggressive tips and hints on how to be a better lover, alone, claimed her ownership. She wasn’t about to give up her man and her apologizing for hurting his delicate nature had also become part of their cycle.

“Hey Andrew,” she yelled as she bounced her ball down the hall towards the bedroom. “About the alfredo sauce, you know that I was just being a bitch, right?” She asked, taking the low road and hoping for a quick make-up.

“Becky, get in here,” Andrew yelled back at her in a dazed and far away voice and Becky quickened her pace.

“Holy…” she stood frozen in the entryway, staring through the window at the last thing that she ever thought that she would see again. “Andrew, it’s a planet!” she exclaimed and Andrew turned in his standing position to nod absently.

“You said that the odds were astronomically against this,” she said as Andrew, the human fun sponge, had calculated its chances to being exactly impossible.

“They, they are,” he stammered and returned his gaze to the looming planet.

“Well, is it, you know, liveable?” Becky asked with excitement growing in her voice.

“Yes, perfectly, its atmosphere doesn’t appear to be much different than earths,” he answered.

“It’s unbelievable,” Becky marveled as she walked to stand next to Mark. “What about other creatures? Is there anything alive down there?”

“Affirmative, be it food, friend or foe, the imager shows plenty of animal activity at the surface.”

Awestruck in silence and as they slowly absorbed the colossal potential floating before them, Andrew and Becky’s fingers gingerly touched together and gently entwined.

“Take us home, Captain Chizka,” she said while looking up at her future fifth husband and Andrew set the thrusters to manual.

Should a 73-year-old man move from the United States of America to Bélgium?

If you can afford it, and you can do so legally, I would say go for it.

I too am 73. My wife left me 20+ years ago, the best thing she ever did for me.

Some time in the next 10 or 15 years I shall die. In the meantime tho, I plan to experience as much of life as I can. So despite meagre resources I travel extensively.

After covid was managed I sold a car and spent 3 months riding trains and exploring France. Then I did a 3 months stint working on a goat farm in Wakayama Japan. I learned two things. 1. It is much cooler in Japan during Australia’s hot summer and 2. Farmers in Japan cannot attract workers. So they are very glad to provide food and board in exchange for 20 hours of light work a week.

I have just returned from working on a pig and sheep farm in Hokkaido Japan. I was there for three months and was able to watch that country change from full leafed summer glory, to a -10º winterscape. Then home to a 44º Australian summer.

I am currently looking for a volunteer position on a European canal barge. Any takers?

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You are going to die soon, so if you are able, get busy and go learn something. Once you do you will find that everybody in the world is basically similar. There are two discernible groups of humans. The vast majority of the worlds people want to work, to love, to play, to raise up their kids and worship their gods in peace. These are the people you meet when you travel.

And then there are the rulers, who simply want to fuck things up for everybody else for their own aggrandisement and profit. These are the people who inhabit the media and government and business. The 1%.

What are the top emerging technologies that will change the way we live in the next 5 years?

Chinese robot maids will clean , cook, serve most middle income homes of the world over. 90% of vehicles will be China made EVs. 90% of gardens will be tended by Chinese robot gardener. 50% of lonely singles will have regular sex with Chinese made robot partners. Almost zero bars will be without Chinese robot servers that dish out cocktails and serve beers with precise foam and clean and wipe glasses too! Almost all lorry and buses drivers will need to find a new career. 10 years old now and younger will no longer need to learn how to drive by teenage years anymore. And 95% of cars world wide will be autonomous driving vehicles. 95% of there are using Chinese technologies!

Only USA will there be people who still carry wallets and purse! The only market left for ICE vehicles is the USA. By 2030 194/195 nations on earth has China as their biggest trading partner on earth. The only one not is USA whose Inflation hit 200% for the 10 years running. Thanks to the trade war! USA is a good place to bring your families to see what the world used to be!

Chimichangas de Pollo

Yield: 8 servings

Ingredients

Chimichangas

1 (3 1/2 pound) whole chicken
6 cups water
1 medium onion, studded with 2 whole cloves
2 stalks celery
2 large whole garlic cloves, peeled
1 bay leaf
2 tablespoons shortening
1 large onion, thinly sliced
1 garlic clove, minced
1 large tomato, cored and diced
1 jalapeño chile, chopped
1/4 teaspoon crushed leaf basil
1/8 teaspoon cinnamon
1/4 teaspoon crushed leaf oregano
1 teaspoon salt
1/8 teaspoon black pepper
8 flour tortillas, warmed

Garnish

2 cups sour cream
1 cup guacamole
2 cups grated Cheddar cheese
Shredded lettuce (optional)
Tomato wedges (optional)

Instructions

Place the chicken, water, onion, celery, 2 garlic cloves and bay leaf in a medium size stewing pot. Cook chicken at medium heat for approximately 1 1/2 hours, or until the chicken is tender.
Allow chicken to cool, remove meat from bones, and chop.
Place shortening, sliced onion, and 1 minced garlic clove in a medium size skillet and sauté mixture over medium heat until onion is tender.
Add the chopped chicken, tomato, jalapeño chile, and remaining seasonings and simmer at low heat for 10 to 15 minutes.
Place approximately1/2 cup of chicken mixture horizontally across the bottom half of each tortilla. Do not extend the mixture beyond 1 1/2 inches at the sides and bottom. Fold the sides in over the filling and roll the tortilla jellyroll style. Secure each roll with a wooden pick.
Heat 2 inches of shortening in a heavy pan over medium high heat.
Fry each rolled tortilla in hot shortening until crisp and lightly browned. Drain on absorbent towels.
Assemble the chimichangas by placing each rolled tortilla on a plate and garnish with 1/4 cup of sour cream, 2 tablespoons of guacamole,1/3 cup of Cheddar cheese, lettuce and tomato wedges.

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How much is known about the Voynich manuscript?

My paleography teacher told me that the Voynich Manuscript (Beinecke MS 408) is where your career goes to die. If you claim to be able to decipher it — no, you can’t. Literally every paleographer, cryptographer, code-breaker, linguist, etc. has taken a crack at it by now, and if none of them could decipher it, you definitely have not. If you claim to, you won’t be taken seriously.

We know basically nothing about its contexts beyond what we can see. It’s clearly an herbal of some kind, but the plants do not exist, and there are lots of other extremely strange images, like naked people bathing in a plant? Or being swallowed by it?

These are photos I took of a facsimile. They don’t let you see the real deal anymore unless you really have to, because so many people have touched it, it’s starting to damage the manuscript. The facsimiles are perfect reproductions.

The writing definitely looks like text, but it’s not in any known language or alphabet. Looking at it makes you feel like you suddenly forgot how to read. It looks so much like letters that you feel like you should be able to read it, but it’s just off:

All we know for sure is that it’s a real early modern manuscript, not a modern hoax. There’s a reference to it in the seventeenth century, so it’s at least that old, and the vellum is dated to the fifteenth century.

There’s lots of theories about what it could be, but none of them prevail, because we can’t rule any of them out. If it’s encoded, it doesn’t match any code-breaking technique that’s been used against it so far. If it’s a hoax, it’s an elaborate and expensive one. It honestly might be fiction, written in a conlang. That’s the only explanation that makes sense to me so far, because it would explain why the pictures are of imaginary plants and why the text doesn’t map to any known language. But Tolkienesque works of fiction with their own conlangs weren’t exactly common at the time; fantasy as we know it hadn’t been invented yet. Maybe it just dropped out of fairyland one day, I dunno.

An unreadable book in an unknown language with cryptic drawings of unreal plants and astrological charts sounds so fantastical, it’s hard to believe it’s real. Whether the Voynich Manuscript itself is fiction or not, it makes for some excellent fodder for modern fiction.

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Watch out for crutches

Collections.

Man, I was a pack rat. I used to collect everything.

From golf balls, to 1/35 scale figurines. To old bottles that I collected, to model airplanes that I painted and hung from the ceiling. I collected books, especially Doc Savage novels and short Science Fiction anthologies.

When I lived on the beach, I collected trash-cans full of shells. And magazine subscriptions.

And record albums, and later on; cassettes.

When I got a computer, I collected pictures of sexy girls.

When I got a cell phone, I collected APPs. LOL. I was out of control. It was a “coping mechanism” for a high-stress job, and a mentally ill wife.

*sigh*

It has nothing to do about anything else. It is just a “crutch” that I used at that time in my life.

I think that all of us use these “crutches” in one form or the other. Many times, ah we don’t realize that it is a crutch, and our spouses just don’t either. And maybe they tolerate it, or accept it, or even worse, make fun of it and use it against us. But its a need that many of us have.

If you live in a stressful place like the United States, you will need these crutches, or else you will fall into deep neurosis. And that is never a good thing.

Think about that will you all.

Watch out for crutches.

Today…

Why are so many things, websites, and useful things banned in China?

There are a number of, almost exclusively, American sites that are banned in China and there is good reasons for that happening.

Here’s a list – What Websites and Apps are Blocked in China? (Updated August 2019)

The Chinese government told everyone that there were certain conditions if they wanted their platforms to run in China and here you will find what I consider a good set of reasons –

To stop what China calls Western Propoganda.
To allow Chinese companies to set up their own online sites to reduce competition from, mostly American websites, that had a very clear lead over China as America entered the online arena before anyone else and thus had a very obvious lead. Sort of like allowing America to start from the 90 yard line in a 100 yard race. This has allowed Chinese companies to develop websites that have more facilities per site. I’m not wording this very well but in China you have websites that cover a wide array of capabilities whereas American sites often are single attribute sites. Twitter does Tweets, Amazon sells stuff and deliver it, Facebook is a system that allows ‘friends’ to share information, videos, pictures, etc. In China you will find sites that cover the same functions of a large number of US sites. This appreach has offered more capabilities and functions that people may want to perform on single platforms that their users become very familiar with and hence easier to learn to use. Sort of like Facebook, Twitter, YouTube, and Amazon all on a single site.

Just to show you how massive these sites are here’s the record sales for Alibaba on singles day last year – Almost $2b in two minutes: Chinese online shoppers shatter sales records (Australian sourced) “Chinese e-commerce giant Alibaba cashed a record 213.5 billion yuan ($42.4b) in sales on Sunday during its 24-hour online sale.” AUD$42.4 billion in 24 hours! No other site in the world has ever come close to this figure and it will probably be even larger in 2020.

HEADS-UP: China is a member, in good standing, of the WTO. China is labelled as a ‘developing’ country by the WTO and that is because there is a measure that is used to determine if the WTO considers a country as ‘developing’ or ‘developed’ and China is a ‘developing’ country according to those rules. The rule has to do with the average income of the nation and although China makes a lot of money when you average that across the country of 1.4 billion people the average income is below the threshold. This allows China to subsidize and protect its industries until such time as they reach the WTO threshold when they will need to stop subsidizing Chinese companies.

If the current invasion of Syria by the IDF is not their GREATER ISRAEL plan, I don’t know what is.

This is the map of GREATER ISRAEL encompassing Palestine, Lebanon, Jordan, Syria, Iraq and parts of Saudi Arabia and Egypt. The IDF soldier’s uniform even has a badge showing this map.

With the supply lines from Iran to Hezbollah completely cut off with the capture of Syria and with Russia military evacuating their naval port and airbase, Israel will fully occupy Syria soon before taking over Lebanon by defeating Hezbollah. The next few phases would be Iraq, Saudi Arabia and then Egypt.

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In 1962, why did India lose the war against China?

The Indian responses are quite hilarious. They never mention their incursions into the border starting from 1951, gradually advancing and setting up military posts, and then in September 1962, moving their troops across their so-called McMahon Line. On October 10th, they launched an invasion, attacking Chinese border outposts, and it wasn’t until their major offensive on the 20th that China began to counterattack.

Such actions—crossing from the border, over the actual control line, through disputed areas, and even past their claimed border line into Chinese territory—are still framed as ‘China’s sudden invasion.’ Before the war broke out, India had amassed over 20,000 troops along the border. Is this what they mean by ‘not anticipating war’ and ‘being unprepared’? With military support from both the US and the Soviet Union, they claim their defeat was due to ‘poor equipment’?

The fact is, at the time, China was dealing with famine at home, isolation from the US and the Soviet Union internationally, and difficulties in logistics support. Yet, using only the army from the single province of Tibet, China advanced to near the Indian capital in just over thirty days. Most Chinese casualties were due to underestimating the rapid retreat of the Indian forces, pursuing them too far, and losing coordination with surrounding units. Despite this, China achieved nearly a 7:1 kill ratio. After the war, China magnanimously withdrew all troops from Indian territory and did not demand any unequal treaties, merely wanting India to come to its senses.

At that time, Chairman Mao thought for ten days but couldn’t understand why India wanted to attack. MacArthur commented that anyone daring to wage war against the Chinese army must have lost their mind. In reality, China had repeatedly sought diplomatic negotiations during the decade-plus period of territorial infringement, but India saw this as weakness and compromise, giving them the illusion that they could confront China.

Lastly, India’s claim to the McMahon Line is just wishful thinking. Historically, during the period of British colonization, no Chinese government ever recognized it. Any seemingly objective ‘both sides have their own claims’ is nonsense, merely using unilateral historical declarations as treaties.

Gorditas with Fiery Jalapeño Salsa

Yield: 18 gorditas; 1 cup salsa

Ingredients

Gorditas

3 cups instant masa flour*
1/4 cup all-purpose flour
Salt
1 cup vegetable shortening
3 cups water (room temperature)
Vegetable oil
2 cups shredded cooked beef, chicken, carnitas (braised pork) or other meat
2 cups refried beans
2 cups (8 ounces) shredded cheese, such as jack, anejo, cotija or ranchero
3 tomatoes, thinly sliced (18 slices)

Fiery Jalapeño Salsa

5 whole jalapeño chiles
2 Roma (plum) tomatoes
1 clove garlic
1/2 cup water
Salt

Instructions

Gorditas

Combine masa, all-purpose flour and about 1 teaspoon salt in a large mixing bowl. Cut in the shortening to distribute it. Add 3 cups room-temperature water. Mix with hands until dough can be formed into a ball. Dough will be slightly sticky.
Heat a lightly greased or nonstick skillet until very hot, then reduce heat to medium. Take 1/4 cup of dough and pat it between your hands until it resembles a thick tortilla about the size of a large cookie.
Place the gordita on the skillet and cook it until the dough puffs slightly, 4 to 5 minutes on each side. As soon as it is cool enough to handle, open it like a pocket. Add a small amount of cooked meat along with beans, cheese and a tomato slice, as if building a taco.
Repeat steps until all dough has been used.
Serve with Fiery Jalapeño Salsa.

Fiery Jalapeño Salsa

Combine chiles, tomatoes, garlic and 1/2 cup water in a small saucepan. Bring to a boil and simmer for 10 minutes.
Remove stems from chiles, discard and place whole chiles in blender with tomatoes, garlic and water. Blend at medium speed until puréed. Add about 1/2 teaspoon salt, or to taste.

Notes

* Instant masa flour is used to make corn tortillas and is available at some supermarkets and specialty stores. It is fresh corn masa that has been dried and ground.

Failed Promise

Submitted into Contest #150 in response to: Write a story that either starts or ends with someone (or something) saying, “Please, don’t do it.”… view prompt

Betty Gilgoff

I need to be ready and I haven’t been sure of my decision. “Until now,” I tell myself firmly sitting up just a little straighter to feel the surety I need. So much money is involved, or just possibly some hope for humanity. “This is long overdue.” I speak the words out loud to the empty office as I put away the remains of my leftover lunch, the bits I saved for this dinner that I knew I’d be eating at my desk, too stressed to eat much anyways as I prepared for tonight’s Board Meeting.

Then that other voice creeps in. “Why am I kidding myself? Everything pinned on the lives of single children. How can I let that happen?”

I shrug it off. “The school needs the money, it’s ethical now at least and well-supervised. Not like before.” My confident Director voice has reasserted itself. I’m ready. Certain.

I glance at my watch relieved to see I have five minutes to myself. I lean back. I’ll do a few deep breaths reminding myself as I take the first one that the stressful part is done. In less than an hour this will all be in the past. Sure, I’m uncomfortable knowing that the deciding vote will fall on my shoulders, but the debating is done. My decision is made.

I breathe again, in and out, and as I do the memories from years before, memories of Chloe flood my mind.

Chloe. None of us knew at the time that she was just a failed experiment.

I see her, the little girl, normal in so many ways. Middle class, living on a quiet street, in an urban neighbourhood right here in our city. This is no extreme, far out, wacky place. The parents, just regular Mr and Mrs Anybody, or so I had been told. That the child was extremely bright wasn’t even irregular given that she had been identified for this special school for highly gifted learners where, back then, I had only recently started to teach. Even today each of the students stands out in one way or another, whether an uncanny ability in math, an extreme curiosity, perhaps a photographic memory for facts, eerily quick retorts, fantastical questions or sometimes understandings well beyond their young years. With Chloe I hadn’t yet had a student quite like her, one who presented with it all.

The first time I had met Chloe she was only seven years old. Long brown hair, big eyes, a shy smile. Her solemn, quiet grandfather, whom I only met the once, brought her to the classroom and, unlike some of the other parents, seemed to have no issue dropping the girl off with hardly a word exchanged. That first encounter, I remember, was for a special writing group with the older primary grade students, those already advanced in writing. Chloe had been younger than the rest but her classroom teacher had assured me that age wouldn’t be a barrier, and so it wasn’t. Not only did Chloe excel at writing, her poems and short stories had such insight and depth. Any one sample could have been held up as an example in a first year university creative writing course.

One lesson that comes to mind in that fleeting reminiscence is the day I introduced metaphors. After a few minutes of writing time for the students to find one or two simple metaphors for describing the quiet of the room, the group shared their examples. Sensing the concept was perhaps a little too complex for the youngest who had yet to contribute, I had gently invited Chloe to participate only to have the words flow off her tongue, a waterfall of inspiration. And so it went.

I shake my head and bring myself back to my breathing. Where had all that come from?

I breath again, in and out. And there she is again. Chloe. I had worked with Chloe over the next five years. Thinking back now perhaps it should have been a red flag that I rarely saw either parent, only an occasional new aunt or uncle for whom Chloe showed little affection. Nevertheless over the years I had watched her intellect blossom. She had excelled at mathematics, enrolling in a university level class with special permission from the Dean of the prestigious local university before she was finished fifth grade. Though she could have also participated in any other subject college course that year, time had become the limiting factor. Chloe and her science partner had won first place in the district science fair with their project on fractals but had turned down the trip to the provincial fair because it conflicted with preparation for her grade ten Royal Conservatory Music exam. She played so beautifully back then. Like an angel. I can almost hear her now. That same year she so quickly learned French without much help from the adults around her, read books on Art History, participated in the Future Problem Solving Challenges that the more focused, older students in the classes liked to play at and spent hours working on her own special novel project. She had honestly been doing it all.

I involuntarily shake my head as I’m reminded of all the critics of our gifted education programs who challenge the lack of social skills and abilities, believing that pulling these so called misfits out of the regular stream of schooling only exacerbates the alien-like behaviours common to some. In retrospect, I might have paid more attention too to the notion of alien beings, but the thought in relation to Chloe, if I ever had it, had definitely passed over me. Even today as Director in the program I am more than familiar with all of the arguments and the rebuttals. Chloe had not escaped such criticism. She was indeed an odd duck but at least the program had managed to offer some friendships; she had found others who wanted to enter imaginary worlds and spend hours creating a working language the adults had no chance of comprehending. These peers had been close enough. Intellectual peers. Similar aged children who could keep up with her rapidly developing vocabulary and didn’t have to bully her to keep her in place in some arbitrary school pecking order. Instead they had sought her out. This confident, thoughtful, intelligent child had quietly steered any partnership or group to success and they all had gravitated to her with some unspoken awe that should have spooked me more than it did.

As I rethink it all I wonder why I never really questioned the regular week-long absences each quarter; how I hadn’t seen the sudden leaps in her development that followed each time away. Nor had I queried more seriously the sudden change in demeanour that other teachers brushed off as an early onset of puberty after that fifth grade spring, more of an emotional change I rationalized at the time. I remember the elevated sense of empathy and compassion which we all noticed, her sudden interest in humanitarian causes and save the world campaigns. How smug we were to think it was our doing, our teaching and guidance.

For the most part school in this program had been a success for Chloe until seventh grade. That was when she had disappeared into herself. She had been late returning from her fall ‘tune up’ as we teachers had secretly labelled them. How shocked we had been to learn how accurate we were. Her expressions were flat, her exuberance gone as if suddenly it was all too much to carry. Then, her body had failed. Her eyes grew vacant. She arrived back again after another, unscheduled prolonged absence, that time in a wheel chair. Truth be told, she may as well not have attended at all. The doctors and psychiatrist couldn’t agree on a diagnosis to satisfy us until they finally had settled on a form of juvenile chronic fatigue. She’d outgrow it, we were told. It had sounded appropriate given how intense this child had always been. The diagnosis had fit well until Chloe suddenly died of heart failure, or ‘passed’ as we are now taught to say; the euphemism wildly out of place in this context of complete failure.

I feel a wave of anger wash over me. We had all felt so much grief. Grief, I remember, grief that turned to shock and then to anger as we learned the truth. Anger that we hadn’t been informed at first. But that replaced with this deeper anger I still can’t shake as we learned the whole truth.

Chloe wasn’t the only experimental child. Others too had Genteq BioAI™ chips implanted: Michael, Sam, Isabel, sweet little Isabel. I wonder momentarily where she is now? A fleeting curiosity. Some of the children had the chips implanted at an earlier age than others, but Chloe was the first neonatal experiment with the BioAIGen2™ chip. Chloe too was the first to receive the quarterly software updates, not unlike the Tesla car updates, meant to fine tune what the developing child could handle. The developing child, the real human child, I remind myself as the outrage rises in me again. That they hadn’t yet developed systems to manage the rapid onset of puberty and all that comes with the natural release of hormones had been a concern of Dr and Dr Anybody who had headed up the surreptitious project. They had ben so certain it would be resolved before it was an issue for Chloe. How wrong they had been. Worse yet, ahead of acquiring proper ethical approval and clearance they’d quite literally used their own child as their lab rat; they were so intent on being the first to create a new kind of humanity capable of leading us to a better, more humane world. Genteq responded to the disclosures by replacing them immediately but, of course, still all hell had broken loose.

In the wider media the debate between honourable, humanitarian intentions and the potential of this yet to be fulfilled promise versus the selfish, greedy, deplorable methods still continues. Even now, I’m still unsure about so much of where this is going. But then, in Chloe, I’ve seen the potential. We need good, smart, strong, moral people to lead the world.

I catch my thoughts again. Off track. It’s time to head to the board room and be ready. It’s been more than a year of debates and finagling to get us to tonight’s final vote. We’ll take the money and the students but only under proper government ethical approval with the caveat that the Genteq® Institute agrees to let them be flagged, or tagged as we like to call it. The image of ear tags in heads of cattle flits through my mind but I catch myself again, frowning at my own inner smile. The parents are insisting the experimental children be identified but we can live with that. As Chair I’ll make the deciding, tie-breaking vote.

I close the only folder left on my desk, tonight’s agenda, though why we bothered writing it up for this one item of business eludes me now. I stand and step across to close the blinds, glancing first to the sun setting behind the playground. Then I turn back to my desk startled to look into a younger Chloe’s eyes, like those I had met in that first class. I shake my head, dismissing the image but not before I hear her clearly implore “Please, don’t do it.”

My Adulterous Ex Thought I’d Help Raise Her Loser Boyfriend’s Baby, Has MELTDOWN When I Block Her

Why is Australia so anti-China?

Untrue!
We have never seen China as a threat or rival.
Unlike Trump and his dumb as fuck cabinet.

The only Australians I have ever heard say a bad thing about China are those in regions where China has purchased large swaths of land.
They purchased a research farm near us, some people complained, but most of us understand the reason, as they want somewhere to teach their people our farming methods to improve farming in China, which is happening, so most of us see this as okay.

We all celebrate such things as the Chinese new year, and enjoy Chinese food and learning their cooking techniques to improve our own lives.

Chines tourism here is a massive industry and we enjoy their visits.
There is no animosity between Australians and Chinese, in fact many Australians have Chinese heritage and most of my best friends are Chinese who go back to China once or twice a year to be with family for important occasions.

I had fun trying to teach them to speak English properly, most have “L” in words sounding more like “R”, as “lolly” sounds like “rorry” but that was because they don’t lift their tongue when they pronounce the “L”s, once they master that, they talk like any other Australian.

So the majority of Australians are fond of China and are happy that Australia is deepening their trade ties to China.
Though when China put high tariffs on our lobsters, we got very cheap lobsters here, but the lobster industry suffered.
Now that such tariffs are to be removed, the price of lobsters here will rise, but the industry will flourish.
We must accept the bad with the good.

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Weird or Confusing

A website that showcases the weirdest and most confusing things found on the internet. It’s a treasure trove of oddities and curiosities.

Weird World

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10 Creepiest ‘Mandela Effect’ Mysteries That Will Creep You Out

Was Assad really a tyrant or is that just western propaganda?

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He wore Savile Row Suits stupidly when People were starving, he drove luxury cars on Syrian streets with tons of bodyguards while the average Syrians had 8 hours power, his own family took treatment in Dubai & Riyadh while Syrians scrambled on the black market for basic antibiotics

His Soldiers were paid 18000 Syrian Pounds a month which came to around 360 American Dollars in 2006

By 2023 they were paid 300,000 Syrian Pounds a month, yet barely around 30 American Dollars

They paid 16 Syrian Pounds for a Liter of Gasoline in 2006

In 2023 they had to pay 13,000 Syrian Pounds for a Liter of Gas which means they could afford only 24 Litres of Gasoline on their monthly salaries

They paid 1500 Syrian Pounds for Pregnancy Hospitalization in 2006

Now the Private Hospital charges 2 Million Syrian Pounds and only accepts payments in Emirati Dirhams

The official rate is 3,520 Syrian Pounds for 1 Dirham but nobody gives you official rates

The Black market rate is 6,500 Syrian Pounds for 1 Dirham

A 10 Pound Bag of Rice in 2006 cost a mere 69 Syrian Pounds

Today it costs 46,000 Syrian Pounds in the Black market

A Leg of Mutton cost 270 Syrian Pounds in 2006

Today it’s almost 200,000 Syrian Pounds

Yet Assad and his select few – around 500–1000 people received their Mutton, Fine Pilaf Rice, Fresh Vegetables all air delivered to Damascus from other places

People were seething with anger and frustration

Drinking Water came Once in 14 days Or 21 days

Officers often got 50 Liters of water a day to their homes from their Bases where water was available in larger quantities

Otherwise you had 300 Liters of Water for 14 days Or 21 days

And not free!!!!!

You paid 10,000 Syrian Pounds for the Water

That’s 20 Liters of water or 1 Bucket of water a day

For Toilet, Cooking, Cleaning and Drinking

Assad had a Olympic Size Swimming Pool

He imported 60,000 Bottles of Evian Water for his own personal use every year

You expect Soldiers whose families live in this condition to be faithful to this regime?

Now I can’t confirm this but since it was a Syrian Soldier who came on George Galloway show – I will accept his word

The Syrians often wiped their behinds with Syrian Pound notes 😡😡😡 instead of water or toilet paper

Now China was supposed to change this after approving a $ 500 Million Swap facility which means handing Syria 500 Million Greenbacks and taking worthless Syrian Pounds into their Chinese Banks

However the Chinese sensed that this 500 Million would likely go into the pockets of a few generals , given their experience with Pakistan, so they dithered and dithered and didn’t come through

In fact I feel China felt all along Syria was on a downward spiral

It’s why they delayed the favorable status trade agreement for almost a year

So he wasn’t a Tyrant

He was terribly indifferent and was sleepwalking

Many of his Generals and Officers could easily be purchased for Dollars and Western Gifts

He himself could have done a lot of things, fought against corruption of his own officers and corps and his political lackeys

I feel he just finally felt tired of carrying his fathers legacy and just wanted to relax and get away from all the mess

When People protest in such conditions, of course police will be asked to beat them up and lock them up

Happens in India many times so imagine Syria where there is no letter of law !!!!!

Thats where Iran scores over Syria

Those Iranians live frugally, wear Islamic clothes, Maoist suits, Rugged Outfits and dont like Opulently

Plus they have a full plethora of goods from China that keeps them heavily plied with stuff

They have supermarkets chock full of Chinese & South Asian Food

Beef, Chicken, Basmati, Fruits from Pakistan and Afghanistan

Canned Seafood from China

Pilaf Rice from Afghanistan and Pakistan

Wheat from Russia for Bread

Cooking Oil from Russia

Affordable Clothing thanks to Bangladesh

So Iran is unlikely to fall like Syria

Unless China does a Volte Face

If Syria had decided the same thing a few years ago and opened their markets to China things may have been different

Yet I doubt China would have done much given that Iran gives precious Oil and Gas to China and Syria has nothing whatsoever

Seven Mary Three – My, My

Shorpy

Why are some Americans so opposed to universal healthcare?

I work an excellent job, for a very large company. I’m well paid, and I have the ONLY health plan they allow me to have (a high-deductible, Health Savings Account supported plan from United Healthcare). I pay $5000 in premiums each year and my employer pays even more. My company forced me to switch to this plan from a lower deductible one several years ago – at a time when my wife and I were both over 50. So, while we max out our legal HSA contributions each year, we have never NOT spent all the money in our HSA account in any year. We’ve never had the chance that young people would have to build up actual SAVINGS in this account. And we’re not really unhealthy people. I take no regular medication at all. We’re just in our 50’s & 60’s.

I have a nephew, whose parents are dead, and who became chronically ill himself and could no longer work. He went on Medicaid. The program was made for people like him. I don’t resent it.

Last year, my nephew and I both went into the hospital for a week with (different) life threatening issues. When I – the one WITH an (American) corporate insurance plan – came out, I had almost $4000 in hospital & doctor bills above what my insurance covered. And I had to pay for several prescriptions for weeks after that. This more than emptied my HSA account.

When my nephew came out, he had more presriptions that I had and had spent as many days admitted as I did. But he was never shown a bill of ANY kind. His (also UHC) Medicaid Plan just covered it all. He just focused on feeling better.

So, I really have to ask this question: Why THE FUCK don’t we ALL want it to work that way?!!! That’s LITERALLY how it works in almost every civilized country EXCEPT the USA (the Unintelligent States of America). WTF is wrong with us?!!

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“Little Joe” Steak Sandwich

From Guadalajara comes this version of the steak sandwich known as “El Pepito” or “Little Joe.” Hot cooked steak, thinly sliced, is served on a crisp roll and spread with avocado sauce (guacamole) and refried beans. Chile or taco sauce takes the place of steak sauce.

Yield: 4 servings

Ingredients

1 pound lean tender steak (sirloin New York cut about 1/4 inch thick, broiled or barbecued)
4 crusty round or rectangular rolls
Refried beans with cheese
1/4 cup guacamole
4 thin slices mild sweet onion
Taco sauce

Instructions

Trim fat from steak if desired and barbecue or pan fry.
Split rolls and spread one side with 1 tablespoon of refried beans and the other side of the split roll with about 1 tablespoon of guacamole. Pile equal portions of steak on the bean side of each roll. Put onion slice on the guacamole side.
Serve the sandwiches open so that sauce can be added according to taste before they are closed.
Sandwiches can be eaten out of hand or with knife and fork.

God

Submitted into Contest #150 in response to: Write a story that either starts or ends with someone (or something) saying, “Please, don’t do it.”… view prompt

Futurama Delivery

This story contains themes or mentions of mental health issues.

Dear God,Oh, please don’t do it.Please forgive this ungrateful sheep for abandoning the Holy Shepherd in a prosperous and bountiful time. You harvested my filthy wool, shearing it from my oozing-pus-filled skin marred by my temporal infirmities; you transformed me into a resurrected fleece of harlequin nature. I swear to you that I haven’t abandoned you out of sheer lack of faith; I even want to be wrapped in your gracious grace again, with your light penetrating the void and casting a divine glow that speckles across in glory.An earthly family matter has taken up my time; however, I sway to your great tune, and my free will is gifted towards you. I know that’s no excuse for my lapse in prayer. I also know that you have seen the core of my rotting corpse. You have ignited a blazing fire that scorched away my char-infested delusions.A golden service yesterday moved me beyond belief. There was a profound guest speaker: Elbert Spriggs. Spriggs talked about the recent inaction of Church leaders as a blight ravaging society. My Lord, his sermon filled the congregation with the warmth of your glory. Crush and destroy the nonbelievers; break and remold them in your glory. He spoke in the most holy of tongues with his honey-encrusted words.Our world is ruled by the filth-coated tongues of the unbelievers, whose words emanate from their hollow, psychopathic souls with such precision that even the Holy is damned. The call to action flooded us with light and love, which was enough to inspire us to reach out to our fellow man. We must carry your message like rats to a plague, good sir.For many years, I was a lost lamb with no flock. My world abandoned me, even the heavens, but your gracious eternal flame relit my dying-extinguished flame in this accursed world. You’re the vine from the Tree of Life.You have healed me, so I am eternally grateful for all of your charitable deeds.

Oh, Lord, you’re oddly like a yellow deli: you offer the most sumptuous treats in the form of human compassion. You brought me a golden throne adorned with thorns, crowned by your transcendence, instead of me finding you in some sick advertisement. You must have seen that I was at my wit’s end; my path disappeared before me into a dark, sunless abyss, wrecked by a warped mentality of survival. I was so lost, only surviving for myself alone.

Based on the skeletons of the unbelievers, you could have let me rot on the marred ground. Instead, you allowed me to live in the glory of your presence. This world of isolation, with screens and blinking monitors, screams their disillusioned division.

My eternal gratitude knows no bounds.

You’re the King and my Rock.

People really don’t understand who God is. Their sickly delusions amaze even me! In the Bible, Acts 17:24 proclaims that “The God who made the world and all things in it, since He is Lord of heaven and earth, does not dwell in temples made with hands;” and yet human beings indulge themselves in the worship of statues, drinking from their own human-carved and gold-trimmed chalices, glance at corroded cruets on Peliculas, and get into a trance by peering into the monstrance. You must pasteurize the sin from their hearts!

However, a new version of God is not found within some Churches but within the stained, bloody hearts of men. Unless humanity comes to its senses, you will macerate them in another Noah flood of unprecedented proportions.

He is found within nature’s corridors; He is not some foreign object who glances at humanity from above—He’s here right now. And I will beat my ilk with rods until they know that, oh dear Lord!

Perhaps, the Bible is enough for people to foolishly put their faith in a clouded book with folk tales, stories, legends, and, at their most, third-hand accounts. Despite their arguments to the contrary, Satanists are not unrelated. Both seem content to worship deities from the sidelines and trust these unseen entities will take care of them.

I laughed at them.

I know who God is. Seeing God walk among us and be truly magnificent, I know this.

You made me yours the moment you came to me. As I slowly bled out from being shot in my own backyard while no one was concerned about my condition, I found myself lying face down with the cold rain pouring down on me. Although I was aware that my end was near, I am ashamed to admit that a part of me was hoping it would happen sooner rather than later. In a sense, I was suicidal, oh Lord.

Suddenly, the rain stopped. Under a pitch-black sky filled with infinite stars, I was no longer lying on pavement but on a grassy field. I no longer felt pain or bleeding. As I looked around, I felt at peace. The grassy field seemed endless. My eyes were drawn to a colossal bonfire, which was at least ten stories high and as wide as your grand ventures. The flames licked at charcoal-black wood. I was blasted by the fire’s heat. Until then, I had never experienced such scorching temperatures.

It was at that moment, God, that you came into view. It would be a mistake to call it walking. Every step was intentional and powerful. Instead, it felt like a storm was rolling in. Please accept my apology. Alas, language limits my ability to describe you.

Now, I looked up at you, towering above me. You were significantly larger than me. You wove the infinite tapestry of existence, and I was only a thread.

God’s sight is beyond the capacity of the human mind. While I was able to process certain aspects of you, I couldn’t process every nuance and detail. But I saw that a flicker of fire replaced the points of your mighty antlers, which extended from your inconceivable faces. The skin on your face shifted and constantly changed like onyx.

You looked at everything in your kingdom with your three faces, toward me and through me. The seven legs of your body dig into the soil like pillars of a temple.

My knees buckled before you. You were all I had. I was shocked to see you reach down and pull me back up. Looking directly into my eyes, it was like you saw every little thing about me. You saw through me like the sunlight entering into the glass.

Thank you for considering me worthy! Without you saying a word, I would be walking with you forever. My eyes filled with tears of joy as I accepted my place at your feet. I will now wash and clean your feet for all of eternity, my Lord. I mean that.

My head was baptized by your majestic hands before the raging bonfire with blood so hot it boiled. The words of your scriptures were scorched and burned into my soul as they poured down upon me. I feel and know every syllable of your decrees at all times, unlike lesser religions that rely on the written word to spread their messages.

God truly is within me.

Upon seeing your glory again, I knew I was now a part of the one true faith. He does not look down from a cloud in the sky or up from a dank pit at His people. No, my God walks among us, eliminating the weak and creating the strong.

Blood and fire are His judgments.

He will crush those who refuse to heed His words in the dirt before Him and consume them in His many jaws. Do not be fooled: forgiveness is reserved for the Holy.

My goal has been to spread your message since that moment when I was reborn. You saw that I was well-suited to this task because of your infinite wisdom. My ability to convey my words isn’t as good as Spriggs’, but I can bring your message to nonbelievers.

An affluent family in Colorado asked me to share their will according to your scriptures last night. My mission was to bring them together in the largest room on the first floor of their house in the middle of the night. I baptized them one by one, burning your mark into their foreheads as you had once done for me.

Then I poured their blood into their mouths in holy communion. The flames of the massive bonfire were brought to the house to cleanse it with fire, with the souls of those who had passed to your eternal embrace.

I hope you’ve accepted the many offerings I sent you before these, as well as these small ones. Throughout my life, I will continue to follow your words and ways.

Forever and ever, I am yours, oh Lord.

Amen.

These Women Couldn’t Say A Single BENEFIT Of Marriage For Men

Why does China ban Google and YouTube?

Short answer: Google quitted.

According to google, they left mainland China because what Chinese government asked them to do was a violation of their motto, which is “Don’t be evil”.

Since what the Chinese government asked them to support identifying possible terror threat and block contents which are illegal in China, I suppose that they won’t do such thing in other countries as well.

But sadly enough, I read a news after they quitted about Google India provide related info to the local police which led to a young man being arrested. The cause of the arresting was that this young man said something close to “Sonia Gandhi go to hell” online.

It was about 8 years ago, so I cannot guarantee the 100% accuracy about what happened. But I was arguing online with pro-google people, and I saw someone mentioned such incident. I didn’t take the words from another online user as granted, but decided to search online to find some solid support. With no google and VPN at the time, it took me quite a long time to find a piece of news saying it was true.

So Google refuse to monitor the key words in Email, but accept providing personal info to arrest a kind of innocent man?

As for YouTube, it belongs to Google, isn’t it?

When I got my stable VPN and logged in to YouTube for the first time (because I wasn’t a online video fan when I was in Swiss), once YouTube noticed me being a Chinese, it kept pushing those videos which suppose to “expose the evil side of China”.

I can still recall a guy called Winston Serpentza, who lives in Shenzhen but cannot stop trashing China for even a day. I searched online about his background. It turns out that he is an illegal English teacher who has no certification whatsoever. He had a bad life in South Africa, and tried to make some easy money in China. But his teaching carrier was not so good as well, so he chose to do trashing videos to fulfill the anti-China/Communist/Orient demands.

I remembered pressing not interested bottom for at least 20 times, but YouTube still pushing his videos to me, along with quite a lot videos which are obviously fake to me.

In addition, let’s briefly talk about Facebook, which is also banned in China.

People do have freedom on Facebook, as long as you don’t support evil communist China. Regarding on the same topic, anti-China posts got survived, but not pro-China ones.

I read some of the pro-China posts, and didn’t find any aggressive words or emotions. So no one knows why exactly they got banned by Facebook.

Some off centered thoughts:

I think that the weird attitude towards China is quite cold war style. Take the recent death sentence of a Canadian drug smuggler as an example:

PM of Canada accuse China being unfair and arbitrary.
Acting foreign minister of AU said that Schellenberg’s case is not suitable for death penalty.

OK then, So:

a drug smuggler who tried to bring 220KG of methamphetamine from China to Australia shouldn’t be punished by death penalty
and Chinese law shouldn’t be respected when the crime was caught in China.

What should China do then? Release Schellenberg and send him to AU to complete his job? Would AU government be happy to receive 220KG of crystal?

And should CA government legalize methamphetamine, if they think that smuggling 220KG of it is OK?

In Chinese laws, illegal drug trading must face criminal penalty, 5 situations could cause death sentence:

Trading more than 1KG of opium, more than 50 grams of heroin/meth, or significant amount of other type of drugs
Being major member of a cartel
Smuggling drugs with armed guard
Resisting inspection, detention, arresting with severe violence
Participating in a organized international drug smuggling

By all the standard, this dude is dead. He received 15 years in jail in his first trial because of some missing evident which could identify him as a cartel member, so the judge gave a chance to the “innocent person who just did a favor to a friend”.

I DON”T believe that there is NO political issue involved in this sentence. But Chinese government couldn’t planned this, since it was Schellenberg himself filled an appeal which led to the second trail of death sentence, and 220KG meth is more than enough to get death penalty in China.

I mentioned the Schellenberg case is to show you some live case about how “unbias” the western government can be, and how much they care about the justice and law.

So when Google said that they quitted China because of “Don’t be evil”, I don’t believe them.

I read a news in about 2009 (or 2008) saying the Secretary of State at the time Hillary Clinton hosted a dinner with the chief of 4 companies, and praise them as the frontline of promoting US values (again, I cannot recall the exact words). I remember Facebook and Google were invited.

China PULLS The Trigger – U.S. Trade War Just Got FLIPPED (Enough is Enough!)

Don’t be a steam-shovel.

I want to talk about the steam-shovel graveyard that I discovered on the edge of Milford, Massachusetts.

Back in the day, those big yellow construction vehicles and dozers were all steam powered. And the biggest of them were called “steam-shovels”. Oh, for certain, they played a major role in the taming of the Industrial Revolution, but they became obsolete.

And were discarded.

And forgotten.

And one day, I am walking though the beautiful Massachusetts woods when I come into a lightly wooded glade; one that must have been a field decades ago, and there they were. Steam-shovel after steam-shovel. SO many. I started counting them.

I counted 37 of them. Then gave up.

Some had trees growing inside of them. Others were so ruined that they looked like rusty paper.

This is one of those things that you never think about.

What happened when the steam-shovels became obsolete?

Ah.

They went to Milford Massachusetts to die.

Don’t be a steam-shovel.

Today…

Why don’t churches open their doors at night so that homeless people have a warm place to sleep? Would you continue to give money to your church despite the fact they don’t help the homeless?

A youth church in my hometown used to do that. The door was always open, and the underfloor heating ran all night in winter.

In thanks, the homeless used to shit in the corners, despite there being a public toilet just outside the door. A free one, I might add.

A newly bought set of hymn books, worth a few hundred euros, had been pissed on and needed to be replaced, and their insurance wouldn’t cover it because the door had been unlocked.

They got angry phone calls from parents because they’d made teenage volunteers scrub the shit stains out of the floor and only told them afterwards what it was, and hadn’t provided anything even resembling proper equipment for handling human waste.

There were regular attempts to break into the sacristy to get at the valuables stored there, or to cause more damage to church property. Probably both.

The people who came there had no respect for the building or its occupants. They were actively, maliciously, destructive. At one point, somebody had not only shat on the altar, but also apparently spent some time stamping their still wet shit into the stone. The whole thing had to be replaced, which wasn’t cheap.

That was the point where their pastor decided that maybe locked doors served a good purpose after all.

Lots of churches do support homeless shelters or soup kitchens / food pantries.

And did you know that there are other issues in the world than homeless people? Shocking, I know. Some churches even do ridiculous things like send money to schools in India or Africa so kids there can get an education and have a better future! How dare they! Or support hospitals and clinics in developing countries! Or orphanages! What a disgusting waste of money!

Panama Agrees to “Not Renew” China Belt and Road Initiative; Will try to cancel early

Hal Turner World February 02, 2025

The President of Panama, José Raúl Mulino has announced that following his meeting yesterday with U.S. Secretary of State Marco Rubio, Panama has decided not to renew its 2017 Memo with China, regarding their “Belt and Road Initiative.”

Moreover, Panama told Secretary Rubio they will look towards voiding their Agreements with the Chinese Government prior to their End Dates set for 2027 and 2028.

Ah. The war with China has begun.

Good thing that China has a deep sea port in Chili (finished last year). Rendering the strategic importance of the Panama canal less important.

The primary goods transiting this Panama canal are (I believe, but am not sure) is to the United States. China can access South America via the Chilian Port to the West, and directly to the Eastern side via African sea routes.

We shall see.

Bottom line; I think that China has expected this to occur and has arranged other systems to utilize. -MM

Among Russia, the USA, and China, which do you trust the most, and which do you trust the least, and why?

That’s easy

The US – I trust the least

Simple reason

They are Liars and have been caught twice

First was the Iraqi WMD Lie

Second was the S&P and Moody both rating the Subprime Security CDOs as AAA or A+, 8 months before they went bust – clearly being in on the scam

The Chinese & Russians – I trust more as long as what they say makes sense

Also simple

I haven’t had evidence of China or Russia lying on major issues

I don’t count what Western Media say

Like I said, I lost trust of them when Powell lied to the UN about WMD in Ukraine

The Ukraine war is the best example

The West said Putin would collapse six times and Russia would collapse and Russia had enough weapons and missiles for 6 weeks

My own logic said this was BS

As early as 2022 , I stubbornly wrote off all the nonsense spread about Russian imminent collapse by people like Mischa firrer as total propaganda

Myself and a few others including the now banned Alexander Finnegan

Today logic has won and everyone admits Russia is winning

New Trump Foreign Policy?

How do you objectively evaluate China’s military strength?

We already know three incontrovertible facts:

China has the world’s largest army (over 2 million).
China has the world’s largest navy (more than 400 ships).
China has an enormous nuclear arsenal (at least 500 nuclear weapons).

China is technologically very advanced, especially in the military.

China has advanced hypersonic missiles (the USA doesn’t).
China has the very advanced J-20 and J-35 stealth fighters.
China has the advanced Type 003 supercarrier with a very innovative electromagnetic catapult.
China has been making huge breakthroughs in submarine technology.

China’s shipbuilding capacity is 232 times greater than that of the USA. China can replenish its navy much, much faster than America can.

We also know that the US military is facing a number of huge challenges:

Maintenance is a continuing woe, especially in the navy and the air force.
At any given time, only about half of the F-35 fleet is operational.
The US military has a serious recruitment crisis.

Some more facts:

The USA hasn’t won a significant military victory since WWII.
The USA has lost nearly all its wars, particularly against rice farmers and goat herders armed with AK-47.
The last military peers the USA fought with were the Imperial Japanese and German Nazi. Today, the USA doesn’t know how to fight against a true military peer.

Given all of the above, I judge China’s military strength to be at least on par with the USA. Objectively speaking.

What was buying a gun like before background checks were implemented?

My parents bought me my first shotgun when I was 12 years old. They ordered it out of the Sears & Roebuck catalog (the big Christmas Wish Book) that had quite a few pages of guns available by mail order. The shotgun was delivered like anything else they ordered. It wasn’t the shotgun I had circled in the catalog and I was disappointed. My grandmother was visiting us for the holiday and sat me down and had a talk with me about gratitude. I acquiesced, and was glad I had a new shotgun. That afternoon my dad and my grandmother drove me out to the farm so I could try it out. I had walked about 50′ when a covey of birds flushed out of some cover and I got the very first bird I’d ever shot at on the wing and I fell in love with the shotgun. I carried that 16 gauge, bolt action shotgun for 10 years, harvesting hundreds of birds; pheasants, quail, doves, ducks, and geese, before I got a nice semi-auto 12 gauge.

When I was 13 and my older brother was 16, we walked to the farm store and went in and bought a Remington 870 pump shotgun in 12 gauge for our dad for his birthday. He’d always had to borrow a shotgun to go bird hunting and had bought me one before he had one himself! My brother and I walked a mile right down the sidewalk along Main Street going home with that shotgun and a box of shells… swapping who got to carry the shotgun a few times. Nobody thought anything about 2 boys walking down the street with a shotgun.

Guns have never been the problem. Society has become the problem.

Cheers | Cold Opens: Season 1

Your life matters

A couple of years ago, I noticed a hunchbacked figure standing in our front garden, but I had no idea what it was doing there. Instead of approaching the figure, I watched it patiently, and noticed that she seemed to be pulling weeds. And then she was gone.

Over the next few weeks and months, the woman reappeared on an irregular basis, and proceeded with pulling weeds on her own in our frontyard, slowly and decidedly, but also absently — as if she was meditating.

Sometimes, I also heard her singing.

One day, we walked up to her to have a chat. And so she told us she was a widow who had lived on her own for almost a decade now, only a couple of houses further down the road, and that in lack of any company (except for a son who only seemed to surface if he needed something), one day she had decided to pull some weeds — be cause she loved doing that.

And she had chosen our frontyard.

She asked us if that was alright, and we happily acknowledged. It was the start of a curious frontyard relationship which sublimated through (watching) pulling weeds, (listening to) old forgotten songs, waving hallo to each other with a smile, and the occasional short chat. It lasted for some years.

One day, the weeds kept on growing and the old songs started to fade, and in front of her old house, an ugly “TO SELL” sign appeared which symbolized her passing. In between the high grass and long thistles in our frontyard, you could still find some crumbled musical notes if you had some luck.

So to answer your question: it does matter to anyone.

It matters to us.

Steam Punk Aesthetic

What is the biggest lie that Chinese government tells its people?

As a Chinese who lived in China for 21 years, and in US for 6 years.

I think the biggest lie is how advanced western world is.

In Chinese TV or news, we are told how American kids do housework start from small age, how people are so polite and aware of protecting environment, how good their health system is, and the list goes on.

So in China, most people think white people are so educated and nice, and US is like heaven.

After I came to US, I realize it’s not like that at all.

All mankind in this world are alike, we have same weaknesses. I am not saying US is bad, but it’s not much different from China to my opinion.

Most Americans in my age that I know don’t know how to cook.

And the American health system is so so so expensive, maybe the quality is better, but it’s way too much more expensive compare to China.

Again, I am not saying US is bad, it’s better than China in some areas, I am gonna list few things that I really appreciate:

First, bribing is much less in US than China. I don’t see people bribing in US, but in China, people have to send money to doctors or teachers sometimes.

Second, the competition is less in US than in China, people don’t need to work extra hours most of the time.

Third, media has more freedom to judge the government. Last, obviously people in US can enjoy a more advanced living condition.

But, it’s not as good as how it has been said in China.

Wouldn’t raising tariffs on foreign goods be better for American products? Especially since American laborers make so much more than foreign countries pay for labor?

What American products? Trump wants to slap a 60% tariff on all Chinese imports, and 10% on all others. Guess where many American companies do their manufacturing. Hint: not in America. Hanes and Fruit of the Loom do not make their stuff here. Tariffs are not going to change that. It’s simply going to increase prices on undies, t-shirts, and sweatshirts. What about consumer electronics? Are any being manufactured in the US? No. Everything from phones to computers to car parts to washing machines are made elsewhere, even when they have an American corporate name slapped on them. A few are put together here from Chinese and other foreign-made parts. Tariffs won’t help them. I could go on here, but I think you get the picture.

Pretty much every economist agrees: tariffs are bad, m’kay. The best-case scenario is that they are used to protect specific American industries, but there are few American industries to protect and Trump’s tariffs are anything but specific. American corporations will not build new factories in response to Trump’s tariffs because they are too expensive and take too long to build, and by the time these projects are completed, Trump and his tariffs will likely be gone. American corporations have built a worldwide supply chain, with parts and goods coming from everywhere in the world. As a truck driver, I’ve seen this with my own eyes. And we all saw what happened when it was disrupted. Remember? This is how business is done now.

The problem now, and in case you were wondering why Biden didn’t get rid of all of Trump’s tariffs from the first go-round, is that Americans, (half of them, anyway), have come to believe tariffs are good. Stubborn ignorance is extremely difficult to overcome. People will complain about high prices while having zero understanding of why they are high.

What is your opinion on Trump’s decision to impose tariffs on Chinese imports? What potential consequences could this have for American consumers?

The Current Value of China US trade is approximately around $ 600 Billion a year

China exports approximately $ 460 Billion of Goods and Services to US and US exports close to $ 140 Billion of Good and Services to China

Scenario : Flat 60% Tariffs from US on all Chinese Exports & No Reciprocal Tariffs from China

Impact on China :—

In three years – the Total Trade with China would shrink to $ 394 Billion a year
That would translate to $ 282 Billion of Exports in Goods and Services and $ 112 Billion of Imports from USA
It’s still a $ 170 Billion a year trade surplus
Impact on GDP is 16% or roughly around 0.80% a year
Number of Jobs lost due to transfers to Vietnam, Mexico and India would range at around 30%
Currently around 4.25 Million jobs are dependent on US Exports, so Around 1.4 Million Chinese will lose their jobs
That will rise unemployment from 5.1% to 7.6% in the course of three years

Impact on US :-

If US replaces these imports with Vietnamese or Mexican then they are still mostly Chinese owned
There would be an average of 36% added to the inflation or close to 1.44%-1.80% a year of additional inflation
It would take 8–12 years to stabilize and around $ 80 Billion in subsidy investments
So Inflation will be 40% higher for the first 2–3 years, then 30% higher for the next 2–3 years and then rest at around 15% higher for the last 6–8 years
However the Chinese Economy will still make 60% of their export revenue back thanks to Vietnam and Mexico and India and regain back around 0.48% a year in GDP growth

Loss to China

$ 70-$90 Billion Export Revenue a year
1.4 Million Job Losses over 3 years
0.32% to 0.40% a year dip in GDP Growth (4.7% go 4.30%/4.40%)

Loss to USA

1.50% additional inflation on an Average for the next 12 years
Value Addition to US Economy lowered by 18% for the next 8–10 years
No extra jobs created

Economic Impact on Chinese Economy (3/5 yr) :- $ 607 Billion / $ 895 Billion

Economic Impact on US Economy (3/5 yr) :- $ 2143 Billion / $ 3535 Billion

So the per capita Chinese over 5 years will lose around $ 611 each

The per capita American will lose around $ 10,552 each over the next 5 years

Conclusion

Even assuming Trump imposes 60% Flat Tariffs across Chinese Goods – China’s cumulative five year loss would be $ 700 Billion in terms of Job Losses & Export Substitution

US loses $ 3.6 Trillion in Inflation rise and Value addition substitution

China can solve this by rising its fiscal deficit to 0.9% (From 3.4% to 4.3%)

US needs to raise its Fiscal deficit to 1% or from 6.1% to 7.1%

EVEN IF CHINA DOESN’T RETALIATE IN ANY WAY IF TRUMP IMPOSES 60% TARIFFS FLAT ON CHINESE IMPORTS – US LOSES FAR MORE THAN CHINA DOES AND FOR FAR LONGER

Now Imagine if China retaliated and imposed an export tariff of 60% on all components it exports to Vietnam and India and Mexico which will be used in Assembly of Exports to US

Imagine if Trump demanded even 30% Imports be made in US instead

US would be Royally Fucked.

Scenario : Win – Win Partnership

Trump removes tariffs from China and China goes back to buying US Farm Products and other exports

Trump agrees to remove export controls on technology and go back to 1/1/2019 status

Impact on China :-

In three years Total Trade would rise to $ 775 Billion a year
This would translate to $ 513 Billion of Imports and $ 262 Billion of Exports
Trade surplus will shrink from $ 320 Billion a year to $ 251 Billion a year
China gains nothing at all except that Chinese domestic high technology and advanced technology budding industries will slow down significantly
Why buy Chinese Chips when TSMC floods China with 3 nm Chips and why buy Ascend Servers when A100 floods the country and why spend billions to try and make EUVs when ASML sells you everything again without restrictions

Impact on USA :—

Continuing Deflation due to China
Controlled Inflation
Controlled Value Addition
Minimum 75,000 new farming Jobs added in 3 years
Farmers Revenue growth between 7% to 9% a year over 5 years (Against (-) 4% to (-)8% a year over the last 5 years)

Conclusion :—

US gains far more than China does with a win win partnership and maintains Tech Dominance for at least another 20 years

So as you can see

Chinese want Trump or Biden to do what they are doing

It causes short term pain but ultimately surges them faster to Tech Independence with the losses being painful but not irreparable

Meanwhile it will cause the US massive pain and damage and weaken them even further and make them more miserable

Meanwhile if the US decide to end the tariffs and export controls tomorrow

China loses $ 60 Billion Trade Surplus a year with US & with a flood of US Technology back in China, the local innovation slows down badly

It helps US significantly and is bad for China

They say when Stupidity and Corruption and Evil combine together – It’s end of the system

That’s the fate of the US

Any guy with brains would have kept the win win situation with China and maintained No 1 Status for another 30–40 years minimum

China gains with Trump or Biden and may actually lose with someone like Newsom in the White House

Chicken Cacciatore Soup

Yield: 4 servings

Ingredients

1 cup uncooked rotini
3 cans vegetable broth
2 boneless, skinless chicken breasts (about 8 ounces)
1 (30-ounce) jar of extra chunky spaghetti sauce with mushrooms and diced onions
1 medium onion, chopped
1/2 teaspoon garlic puree
1/3 teaspoon Italian seasoning
3 teaspoons red wine (optional)
1 (14.5 ounce) can stewed tomatoes, cut up in juice
1 medium zucchini sliced

Instructions

Cook rotini according to package directions, substituting 1 can vegetable broth for part of the water.
Cook until done (about 10 minutes). Drain and set aside.
Cut chicken breasts into a 1 inch dice. In a large pan, combine spaghetti sauce, 2 cans of vegetable broth, onions, garlic puree, chicken, Italian seasoning, red wine, tomatoes and zucchini.
Cook until vegetables are tender and chicken is cooked through (20 to 30 minutes).
Add cooked rotini, and cook until heated through.

Biden… OMG!

It’s so pathetic it is funny.

Why does China hate the United States so much? Is it because they’re number 1 and China is not?

This is quite understandable. The United States and China are like two shops in a community. China was running its business well, but the U.S. frequently tells the community residents that Chinese products are subpar and has its neighbors loitering in front of China’s shop, taking over their territory. This makes it difficult for China to do business and leads community residents to think that those working in that shop aren’t good people. As a result, many Chinese people develop a negative view of the U.S., and if their interests are directly harmed because of this, it can turn into resentment.

It is well known that China’s GDP is now the second largest in the world, and its manufacturing, cutting-edge technology, and international influence are all significant. To maintain its global hegemony, the U.S. has begun to fully suppress China’s development. Economic sanctions, factional opposition, and smear campaigns are all tactics the U.S. employs. The trade war that began in 2018, along with international efforts to encircle China and create issues in the South China Sea, openly violates the China-U.S. Joint Communiqué by selling military weapons to Taiwan, and undermining China’s human rights and democracy issues have all dealt blows to China’s economy and international image.

As China’s countermeasures rendered these tactics ineffective, the U.S. escalated its efforts, completely breaking through the bottom lines of international law and national ethics. It imposed extremely high tariffs on electric vehicles, lithium batteries, and photovoltaic cells imported from China, simply because Chinese products far exceed American ones in terms of cost-effectiveness and technology. The U.S. has also unfoundedly exaggerated the “China threat” narrative, openly defining China-U.S. relations as a “new Cold War” in Congress, and even passed a bill to spend billions of dollars on efforts to discredit China. Even in U.S. elections, political support is often leveraged through an anti-China stance. It can be said that hostility toward China has become a form of political correctness—public and widely accepted—forcing China, which originally focused on its own development, to endure unfair external obstacles.

However, in the past decade or so, the United States had a huge attraction for the Chinese people, and the aspects of legal justice, advanced science and technology, high living standards, democracy and freedom made the Chinese people yearn for this so-called “most developed” country. But the actions of the United States today have made it clear to the vast majority of Chinese people that it is not the country they once thought it was. Instead of treating China with respect and friendship, the United States has been repeatedly suppressing and hostile towards China, just like it did with the Soviet Union and Japan before. It has also been creating and stirring up conflicts internationally in order to sell more weapons, including supporting Israel’s genocide, paying no attention to the international opposition or the lives of people in Gaza. Furthermore, the number of countries targeted by the United States for economic sanctions has increased by nearly tenfold in the past decade, affecting nearly 40 countries and half of the world’s population. While they are constantly accusing China of human rights issues, they are committing the most egregious violations of human rights and undermining people’s livelihoods, not just in China but around the world. People all over the world are disappointed in them.

Moreover, the “democratic atmosphere” that was hyped in the United States has long disappeared. The widening gap between the rich and the poor, the imperfections of the social welfare system, and the increasing pressure of inflation have made the rich richer and the poor poorer, and have also led to severe discrimination against minority groups and vulnerable populations. Racism, economic inequality, and social division are everywhere, but the leaders and capitalist groups at the top of the United States do not care. Instead, they keep drumming up the “China threat” to divert the attention of their citizens, and even shift the core of their domestic problems onto China, making their citizens believe that China is to blame for everything. As a result, 40 million people are living below the poverty line, 28 million people have no health insurance, an average of 300 people die every day from taking too much medicine, and more than 100 people die every day from gun injuries. Such a country no longer have anything to do with its image as the “freest and most democratic,” and even 78% of Americans themselves are dissatisfied with the way things are going in their country.

In general, the decline in favorable opinion of the United States does not exist only in China, but in the whole world, perhaps God is really “abandoning the United States”. Anyway, the United States has fallen to this point is self-inflicted. Such a country, relying on its economic and military strength, arbitrarily oppresses other countries, restricts the development of emerging countries, interferes in the internal affairs of other countries, and provokes disputes, wars that cause countless deaths, which is no wonder hated by the whole world. The so-called “first” has always been a false proposition, but a rhetoric used to beautify the means of exploitation and repression. All human beings are equal, and those who naturally treat other countries and nations as inferior and only allow themselves to control resources and interests should be resisted, spurned and condemned by the whole world.

Trump Will Make China Greater Again

You are woken from your sleep by a cellphone alert that an ICBM is streaking towards where you live. It will impact in 15 minutes. What do you do?

This happened to me while I was living in Japan. Three times.

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6:02 AM on August 29, my phone started blaring. In my sleepy stupor, I thought it was my alarm… but it was too early for that… and wait, that sounds like the earthquake alert. I roll over to pick up my phone and see the above message.

I’m not entirely literate in Japanese, so all I can really gather from the message at first is:

ミサイル – mis-sai-ru…. missai-ru… missile. Missile?!
北…からミサイルが…された…です。 – …a missile has… had something done to it… from someplace North?
…な建物や地下に…して下さい。 – Please do something toward some kind of building or underground. Go there?

I’ve moved now from my bed to the toilet with my phone in hand, still staring at the message and trying to wake up. Then it occurs to me that I can put screenshots into the Google Translate app. Cleaning up Google’s brutal translation, it reads:

Missile inbound. Missile inbound. North Korea has fired a missile. Please evacuate to a secure building or go underground.

Only Japan would add “please” to an evacuation alert.

By now I’ve moved to the kitchen and am looking out the window. We were given a list of shelters and safe locations by our school, but I remembered that all of them were at least a couple miles away from my house and all I had was a bike.

How far is the missile? How fast do they go, anyway?
Would it be safer to hole up in my apartment or to try and make it to a shelter?

I start changing my clothes, in case I decided to leave.

Why would they strike Gunma anyway?

…and the most sobering thought…

Would I rather be inside at home when it hits or biking frantically?

I eventually decided to stay in my apartment.

It’s not that I don’t value my life, I do. I just figured that it would take me at least 15 minutes to get to a shelter with the winding roads of Japan and a good chance I’d make a wrong turn or two on my first trip to this place, wherever it was.

How long would it take a missile to sail from North Korea to Japan? At what point was the alert issued? An hour away? 30 minutes? 5?

I return to the toilet, this time putting the lid down and just sat there. It was the center of the apartment, had no windows, and was the safest place I could think of while I started checking News sites and replying to my coworkers’ messages who were in the same state of confusion as I was.

Luckily, I didn’t have to make peace with anyone, as a short time later it was announced that the missile had, in fact, flown over the country’s airspace and landed somewhere in the Pacific.

This happened twice more. By the third time, I rolled my eyes and went back to bed, tired of being woken up just to find that North Korea had been flashing their peacock feathers again.

The Law of Rare Events

Submitted into Contest #174 in response to: Write a story about a brilliant scientist making a startling discovery.… view prompt

Terry Wayne Carpenter

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Warning: sexual fetish content.A darkness passes over the quiescent surveillance of drones mining precious metals beneath the ocean floor. What else could be hiding down here? Drones are the only things capable of withstanding the pressure and heat this deep in earth’s crust. The drones and their Spider Captain, of course.Upon first glance, Chester Jones thinks nothing of it, and goes back to thumbing through the photos stored on his phone: Annika… Nata… Anita… Cherise… Only five more days until the transport arrives and he can get out of this pressurized prison.Chester whistles more anxiously than a steaming tea kettle, thumping his restless leg on the floor, fearing he is on the brink of becoming a product of his environment. There is no internet access five miles deep in the sweltering heat of the Izu-Ogasawara Trench.There it is again.“What is that?”He tips the brim of his School of Mines hat back and leans in to study the feed more closely, certain his eyes deceive him. It appears to be the lecherous tentacles of an octopus investigating one of S.P-I.D.R. Captain’s many drones. (Subterranean Poly-Intelligent Drone Regulator)Drones continue to chisel and shape the bore toward the Moho, oblivious to this life that should not, could not, be where it is.The only other life that survives below the subsurface biosphere are tube worms and microbes. Even the tube worms keep their distance from the Moho.Hydrothermal vents gave humanity access to the Mohorovičić discontinuity and its wealth of resources – namely the heat and pressure necessary to create the strongest, lightest alloys known to mankind – but it also gave that same access to the wildlife of the sea.For humanity to conquer space, it needs metal. This metal. But the nearly six thousand species in the sprawling ecosystem are protected by the U.P.I.N. (United Pacific Island Nations) charter, which is why there is a marine biologist aboard every mining ship. Every once in a while, a stray crab or fish falls into the mohole, but immediately dies because of the conditions. This octopus however, is very much alive. Alive and playful.“Hey Ronin, you awake?” Chester says. “You better get down here.”Chester watches the sway of the cephalopod in the currents and hydrothermal plumes along the sides of the mohole. It seems to be increasing in speed around the drones. Nothing in the subduction zone moves that fast.“You better get Pania, too.” Ronin radios back.“I’m not disturbing Pania. You do it.” Chester objects, remembering the last time he interrupted Dr. Pania Kahuhara during one of her many sessions inside the Ersatz.“Just wake her up, Chester.”Pania is stiff and recumbent inside the Ersatz, dreaming the vivid dreams of another world. One of her choosing. Her body sleeps, but her mind is stimulated. Either side of the ersatz divide, whether waking or sleeping, is punctuated at both ends by blinding white light, causing a sensation that you are always waking up into something like reality. It is so real, the pod itself is labeled Ersatz, in order to distinguish which of the two sides is in fact reality.Though it is company policy not to yuck other people’s yum, the awkwardness of interrupting Dr. Kahuhara in the midst of shokushu goukan in the Ersatz, was more than Chester could then and still presently can handle. Something about his Australian bluntness that is usually endearing, but often veers into a flaw of character.“Ahem… Dr. Kahuhara?” Chester squawks over the coms. “I hate to interrupt sushi night, but there’s a situation requiring your attention on the bridge.”Pania opens her eyes in irritation, climbs out of the Ersatz rested, and joins Ronin and Chester, both fixated on a monitor staring at what appears to be nothing.“What are we looking at, boys?”“Wait for it…” Chester points at a grouping of rough hewn stone next to some hydrothermal tunneling. “It’s going to move again.”Chester zooms in as close to the spot as possible, and then Pania sees it, the subtlest of squirms, and an oscillation of the eyes. It is a camouflaged octopus.“That’s… impossible.” She leans in close and studies what she cannot believe. “What’s the depth?”“We’re at about 45 kilometers.”“Bullshit.”“Look.” Chester points to the instruments.“That- there’s no way.” She looks closer. “Can we get it to move? Like really move. I want to know how big it is. I can’t tell.”Drones nearby creep toward the indistinguishable spot, reaching out tooling appendages to delicately rustle the creature.As the drones enter its orbit, the octopus changes color from pallid gray to bright shimmering red, bolting from the wall, vectoring into the center of the shaft and splaying out its tentacles in a pinwheel, expressing its extremities fully in an isotoxal octagram, finally jutting beyond the camera’s reach and into the darkness.“Don’t lose it.” Pania cries. “What good are those drones?”“They’re mining drones, not sentries.” Ronin says, arms folded, brow furrowed.Chester brings up dozens of cameras in a grid on the monitor, surveilling thousands of feet of the plunging tunnel, not one showing movement beyond the hydrothermal effluent migrating toward the surface.“We have to find it again.” Pania says. “We must know how it survives down there.”🐙🐙🐙

“Congratulations gentleman, we’ve just had our first encounter with an unexplainable species of marine life.” Pania addresses the two men in front of a wide video display of the octopus in the midst of its escape, backlit by the distant floodlights of the drones. “Here’s what we know: by size, the creature appears to fit into the Giant Pacific Octopus range, at somewhere between sixteen and twenty feet in diameter; it’s coloration would also suggest Pacific Octopus, the previous maximum depth for a Pacific Giant was 1,500 meters, and hyperthermophiles were thought to be at the physical limits of life just below the seafloor… but our little friend – Kali – was all the way down to 45,000 meters.”

“Grigori,” Chester says.

“What?”

“I saw the critter first, which means I get to name it.” Chester spits a mixture of sunflower seeds and Skoal into a plastic cup. “-and I’m naming it Grigori.”

“It’s just a nickname. We will have to give it an official name at some point, once we know more about its physiology, habits and habitat, and where exactly it fits into the evolutionary tree.” Pania says, returning to her dossier. “What we don’t know about… Grigori, is precisely how he/she got down to this depth, what its food source is, and why we haven’t seen it before now.”

“The Law of Rare Events,” Ronin says. “It’s predictable. A Poisson distribution of binomial random variables predicts this. It’s only a matter of time.”

“You wanna translate that into English for us bogans?” Chester says.

“The more times we travel down into the mohole, the deeper microorganisms go, the deeper large organisms go, and eventually, through that exploration, eventually the rare breakthrough event occurs and one survives. The probability of a breakthrough event is small, but predictably, inevitably it will happen.” Ronin holds his palm out to Chester, flexing his fingers in universal code for ‘gimmie,’ to which Chester obliges with a sprinkling of seeds.

“The questions are then, why and how?” Pania says. “Without answers to those, this isn’t a rare event, it’s an impossible event.”

“You have a Law of Impossible Events?” Chester asks.

“I have a theory,” Ronin says. “In organic chemistry, there is something called the Grignard Reaction Mechanism. Basically, organometallics form when magnesium bonds carbon to various metals. These can only occur in a waterless environment. However, my theory is that because of the extremely high temperatures, and extremely high pressure preventing the water from boiling at these depths, and the plethora of amalgams – if a creature started metabolizing magnesium and high volumes of other metals on a regular basis, eventually-”

“The Law of Rare events.” Pania says. “You’d get an organometallic life form. A carbon-based animal with metallic properties. Like organometallic skin. A creature like that could travel to these depths, in these temperatures, under this pressure.”

“Precisely.” Ronin says. “And an octopus would be particularly primed to accomplish this because of its regenerative ability.”

“Holy shit.” Chester looks at the other two. “We’re gonna be famous. We discovered a Robot Octopus. A Robo-pus!”

“It’s a working theory.” Ronin says. “We won’t know for sure unless we capture it and do some tests.”

“To that end,” Pania says. “Since we cannot continue mining operations until the creature is located and removed, I propose pulling Spider Captain away from the Moho and use it to force the octopus to the seafloor, where we can then use bait to lure it into captivity. We can flood the cargo hold and put it there.”

“What kind of bait exactly?”

“Well, we’re almost out of supplies, and there is that chuck roast in the freezer-”

“No. No way.” Chester jumps up in protest. “First you try to take my naming rights, now you want to take my meat?”

“It’s the only meat substance we have that won’t dissolve in the conditions near the hydrothermal vents.”

“That’s my celebratory chuck!” Chester says. “For going home. My last meal down here.”

“If we can catch this thing, you can buy all the chuck you can handle.” Ronin says. “Heck, you’ll be able to buy the whole damn cow.”

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“This better work,” Chester pouts. “Damn octopus gets sous vide steak, while I’m sitting here, living off of sunflower seeds and crab paste.”

Ronin overrides the S.P-I.D.R. Captain’s internal intelligence and allows Chester to take manual control of the rig. It disengages with its stirring bit glooped in plastic rock at the edge of the Moho. The bit is shaped like an industrial whisk, and sticks straight up into the water bordering the smoldering glow.

Spider Captain thrusts itself upward in slow squirts toward the surface, illuminating the shaft with its broad flood lights, the hollow hum of the magnetohydrodynamic drive at its epicenter.

“Okay, good,” Pania says. “We can see everything.”

Spider Captain picks up drones as it goes, clearing the path to the seafloor. After several kilometers, the silhouette of the elusive octopus emerges.

“There it is,” Pania says, lurched over Chester’s shoulder. “Track it.”

The octopus climbs gradually, keeping steady pace ahead of the ascending Spider Captain.

As soon as the octopus reaches the seafloor, it darts between triangulations of rock, coral, tube worm colonies, and drones strobing lights at it, until it settles on the chuck roast at the mouth of the cargo hold. Spider Captain continues its chase, forcing the creature into the back of the bay, the drop door closing behind them.

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The crew sleeps, having captured their prey, which has found a comfortable corner to lay inside its cell. Pania is the last to bed down, deciding to stay up and observe the creature in some semblance of stasis. Her eyelids grow heavy and her thoughts sway between her newfound discovery and the Ersatz. Thoughts of ravishing tentacles in every orifice.

She can’t remember when the dark fantasy started, or if it had always been there. A product of her upbringing, conditioning from living her entire life on the water, always around these creatures, a symbiosis with the sea. She wasn’t the first, certainly not the only one; shokushu goukan has been around for thousands of years, proliferating across the pacific, across the world.

36 hours until the transit submarine arrives. 36 hours until the world will know of their discovery, and all Pania can think about is her libidinous thirst for submission to the cephalopod. Was this why she became a marine biologist? Was this why she was miles deep in the Izu-Bonin arc? Was it fate or had she willed it all into being? The circumstances and the discovery.

I’ll be on every news show and podcast in the world, she thinks. I’ll be famous. Will they know? Will someone hack my Ersatz file? It’s happened before. Celebrities are always being hacked for their Ersatz fantasies.

Dozing off, Pania is startled by loud banging noises coming from the cargo bay. It’s Kali. She’s suctioned to the electrical paneling near the air lock door, piercing through the metal with her beak.

“That’s impossible. That’s T12 Alloy.”

Pania alerts the other two and sets the ship to red alert.

“We’ve got a serious problem.”

Dazed and startled, the two men crash into the observation room.

“She’s trying to break through the door.” Pania points at the monitor. “If she gets through it’ll flood the whole ship.”

“Use spider captain to peel her off the panel.” Ronin shouts commands to Chester, who mans the controls. Robotic limbs swing across the bay, molesting the octopus from behind. It’s only a temporary distraction, and Kali doesn’t stop tearing through the panel, using just two of her tentacles to rip the mechanical arm in half.

Ronin rushes to the airlock, putting on a deep diver suit, grabbing a welding rod he intends to use as a weapon.

“You can’t!” Pania yells. “You can’t kill her.”

“If I don’t, we’re all dead.”

Ronin closes the airlock, which quickly floods with steam and rising water. As soon as the port into the cargo bay opens, he races toward the sieging octopus. Chester flings a battery of repurposed mining appendages from Spider Captain at the creature, to no avail. The Octopus’s skin is too tough to penetrate with standard utensils. Ronin attacks with the welding rod, the bright tip of which catches the octopus’s attention. Tentacles wrap around his leg, flipping him sideways, immobilizing him in the briny water, making it impossible for him to retaliate in his cumbersome suit. Suddenly, his torso is snapped in half from the torque force of the muscular metallic tendrils. Kali enters the airlock unimpeded.

Boiling water erupts into the hallway outside the airlock as Kali enters the ship. Chester and Pania flee the scalding water, heading for port doors slowly closing in emergency. Chester trips on the mouth of the port, and Kali grabs him by the ankle. It is too late for Pania to save him. She watches his red face disappear into the pillows of water, as Kali drags him back into the jaws of death.

Pania rushes to the Ersatz pod, the only possibly safe place on the ship, but it’s only a matter of time before Kali finds her way through the port doors.

Which will get to her first — the transport, now an unassuming rescue ship, or the excited omnipresent monster outside the doors, born from the hellish improbable deep?

Upon seeing Kali drill through the second port door, Pania realizes she has less time than she thought and climbs into the Ersatz.

No time; she’s coming too fast.

Water and steam flood into the compartment as the lid of her coffin slowly closes, the raging tentacles above the glass slowly dissolve into the bright white light of the Ersatz.

The final ride

What’s the dark side of Switzerland?

When I was posted to Zürich, back in the 1990s, a colleague of mine said: “Switzerland is a wonderful place. Too bad it is inhabited by the Swiss”.

At first I didn’t subscribe with his rather radical views about the country, but after living there for a few months (and having had some run-ins with the natives and their rather peculiar views about people who, in their eyes, “didn’t belong”), I had to admit that they weren’t too much off the mark.

Maybe not all the Swiss, but a large chunk of the population over 50 at the time appeared to harbor a lingering disdain toward people who acted or looked “foreign” in their eyes, or simply didn’t conform to what they believed were the “rules” in force. And they wasted no time in making their point known right there and then, like they were the anointed guardians of an established order of things.

Pretty soon, anytime I parked my car in the street without steering my front wheels straight and parallel to the sidewalk, someone was there wagging his finger at me and pointing at them.

Within 24 hours from getting the keys to my rental apartment, an anonymous note mysteriously appeared in my mailbox, intimating to put a label with my name on it.

I was lucky enough to find an apartment in a building that once hosted a workshop, and was subsequently renovated to host a warehouse on the ground floor and my apartment on the upper floor, without anyone living above or beneath me. I listened to horror stories from my coworkers who had the misfortune to rent apartments in buildings where old and cranky Swiss neighbors made life unbearable for them by stealing and destroying their mail, having garbage strewn on their doorsteps, their laundry soiled or ripped when left in the communal washer/dryer, etc. And of course anytime they complained with the superintendent or the police, it was their word against their Swiss neighbors’, and guess who was always found at fault?

This attitude is masterfully resumed in a citation of the renowned Swiss author and playwright Friedrich Dürrenmatt: “Any Swiss is both a prisoner and his own warden”.

Trump’s Victory Speech Was Absolute Cinema

Will the Balikatan combat drills between the US and the Philippines change China’s position in the South China Sea?

During the US-Philippines military exercise, soldiers on the warships were warned that it was strictly forbidden to use personal mobile phones on the deck. They were worried about being monitored by the Chinese Navy’s Type 815A electronic reconnaissance ship. The US-Philippines fleet did not even dare to turn on the radar, for fear that the electromagnetic signal would be captured by China’s Type 815A electronic reconnaissance ship at close range.

The imaginary enemy of the US-Philippines shoulder-to-shoulder maritime military exercise was originally China, and now it has come to the area near the South China Sea on the west side of the Philippine Palawan Province and Luzon Island. Since the US amphibious assault ships, dock landing ships, Philippine landing ships, patrol ships and even fighter jets are performing hard, China’s Type 815A electronic reconnaissance ship will certainly be a spectator.

Now, the US-Philippines warships are in an awkward situation. If the military exercise continues. Then, electronic signal communication must be carried out between warships, and communication must be maintained between aircraft and warships. Anti-submarine aircraft must send out electronic detection signals. Even US nuclear submarines must communicate by radio. However, China’s Type 815A electronic reconnaissance ship stayed quietly beside them, patiently waiting to receive various signals and instructions from them!! 🤣

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Philippines: “discovered a Chinese ship”
South Korea: “there’s no display on the radar”
Japan: “the radar screen is full of snow”
USA: “how did you find it”
Philippines: “see with my eyes”

China’s Type 815A electronic reconnaissance ship swaggered into the US-Philippines exercise area, and it was so close that it could be seen clearly with the naked eye. Did you see the surprised expressions of the Filipino soldiers in the camera? 😁

The West calls China’s Type 815A electronic reconnaissance ship “ghost”, and the Chinese call it “Street Fighter / 街溜子”. It is the most advanced electronic reconnaissance ship in the world.

Since US and Philippine warships are keen on running naked in front of Chinese electronic reconnaissance ships, the Chinese certainly like to watch. Why not?

There is no need for the Philippines to be so petty. Since the purpose of the US-Philippines military exercise is to “deter China,” why did it send a diplomatic letter to protest against the Chinese watching?

If you want to “deter China” and force China to change its position in the South China Sea, you have to show something that can “deter” China. Am I right? 🤣

Joining the French Foreign Legion

Does the development of the high-power microwave weapon by Chinese scientists indicate that China is catching up the US in military technology?

My country’s high-power microwave weapons have been put into use, and low-configuration versions have begun to be exported.

High-power microwave weapons use high-power microwaves to irradiate targets. High-voltage currents are generated on the surface of the target. These currents enter the target through antennas and cables, breaking down or burning its electronic components, thereby disabling the target or even physically damaging the target.

High-power microwave weapons are directed energy weapons, which means they rely on radiation energy to kill targets rather than physical projectiles.

High-power microwave weapons are a powerful weapon to restrain drones.

China does not need to catch up with all US military technologies, but only needs to lead the US in some areas.

Mao said a long time ago, “You fight in your way and we fight in ours.”

After all, the military strategies of China and the United States are different.

China adheres to the national defence strategy of self-defence, focusing on the development of defensive weapons, and does not need too many offensive weapons. Focusing on defence has been China’s military ideology since ancient times, and the Great Wall is the best proof of that.
The United States pursues a “preemptive, unilateral” military strategy, with its main military assets deployed overseas. It has few domestic military forces and weak national defense capabilities. Therefore, terrorists easily broke through the U.S. defenses in the “9/11” incident.

A stray cat jumped on my car and wouldn’t leave no matter how I shooed it

Have you ever seen an employee get fired on the spot because of you?

I locked my keys in my car with it running one night, after work.
The tow truck took about 3 hours to come.
I was hungry – starving, exhausted and had to pee.
After many set backs with AAA, and many calls, only to find I’d again been moved to the end of the service line, I kinda lost it.

I was sick of someone asking me if someone else had a key.
(Would I still be standing there, on the phone with them, with my legs crossed if they did?)
I was tired of being asked if I could knock on someone’s door in the complex?
(If I could have … If it weren’t a complex, I’d have peed in the bushes.)
I was tired of hearing 5 minutes.

Someone finally showed, and he quickly got me unlocked.

Now, as he was doing this, a tow truck with a kid driver showed up. I forget the exchange, but he was annoyed I already, finally, had someone there. He was rude enough I asked for his manager’s card. I was in no shape to be trifled with. I reminded him that he could nicely give it to me, or I could just dial the number in BIG LETTERS on the side of his truck. He gave me a card.

As he made a U-turn to drive away, his little snit girl friend leaned out the window and yelled, “Biiiiiiiiitch.” I thought, “Oh, child, you have no idea.”

So I called the number. My husband was a family, 2-man company. I know how hard people work. I got the guy on the phone and sho-nuff, he was a small business and had two trucks. I told him up front, that I understood and wasn’t looking to necessarily make trouble, but I was certain he didn’t want people treated the way they did me. The driver had a legal and service liability sitting beside him in the truck, which could seriously impact his business.

We closed on chummy terms and I know that kid was probably ripped a new one. I’m also sure they blamed “that bitch” for getting them in trouble instead of looking at what they were doing. After all, that’s what teenagers do.

But… he could have very well lost his job. Hopefully he lost that snotty little girl friend.

Adopted

Shorpy

Bear Mace

Why are Western countries so rich when most of the manufacturing and production happens elsewhere?

Tom started as a cashier at a store. He was at the forefront of everything. After a few years he got promoted to be the manager of the store. Few more years as a general manager. The General Manager no longer produces anything tangible – he doesn’t move the stuff, doesn’t handle the cash register, doesn’t code the website and doesn’t do the direct sales. But, he still makes a lot of money. How?

It is a fallacy that you need to produce something tangible to make money. People who think that probably never took a business course. The greatest value lies in producing the intangbiles – of coordinating production, leading the execution of concepts, selling ideas to investors and creating the strategy of what business the company should be in. Tangibles are a commodity. Intangibles are rarer & thus highly valued.

Of course, you need to start producing the tangibles to be able to qualify to produce the intangibles. No one would let you create strategy until you spent years in the front lines.

Use the same analogy for economies. When an economy is small & less mature, it produces only the tangibles – food and later clothes, steel and then a plenty of low value commodities. You can touch and feel the production. Unfortunately, all of these are low valued. Then it gets promoted. It starts involving in design, research and innovation — all of them are intangibles. Slowly it moves out of all the commodities and moves up the ladder helping in coordination.

A lot of times the General Manager is primarily there because he has spent years in the company and so well connected. He becomes the primary way to connect the whole company. That is the role that London and New York do. They have been out there for centuries dealing with this and have become the center of trade. Other times, the GM can produce an ingenious strategy that might revolutionize the way they do business.

Think of a company like Apple. The physical phone you touch and feel is made in Taiwan & China. Those are less than 10% value of the product. The primary value is in connecting all the ideas to produce a product that makes sense to the customer or at the least convince everyone that it makes sense for them. That is a strength that Silicon Valley almost monopolizes.

If you really understand what McKinsey or Goldman Sachs do, you will not have much trouble understanding how US and UK economy work.

Many countries in Western Europe and the US do the high level coordination and produce the intangibles – consulting, software, finance, marketing and high tech manufacturing. Even the manufacturing at the levels some German companies like Siemens do involves a lot of the intangibles. That is why they are rich.

Donald Trump Wins. Here’s What to Do Next

“The entire country is screwed.”

Diary of a Scientist

Submitted into Contest #174 in response to: Write a story about a brilliant scientist making a startling discovery.… view prompt

Jack Bell

Saturday, May 26Getting fired may well be the making of me. Can science, true science, flourish in a large institution? The Melville Neurological Institute talked a good game, always promising me freedom of scientific research, but, when it came to the crunch, they let the bean-counters shut me down.I don’t think I was unreasonable. I recognize the need for institutional bureaucracy—I enjoy a regular supply of clean pipettes as much as the next research scientist—but no bean-counter EVER comes into MY laboratory and tells me what to do with my elevators and spreaders!Turning my basement into a functioning laboratory is proving a challenge, but I remain upbeat. Fortunately, my good friend and colleague from the institute, Percy Jarmon, has helped with some software and equipment, stuff that won’t be missed—even by the bean-counters!Sunday, May 27Who died and made electricians lords of the universe? Christ, just put the wires in and leave a reliable on-off switch! How hard can it be?I’m impatient to get back to my research, is all. Darwin dallied and Wallace almost filched his Beagle. There’s something very zeitgeist about my current investigations. How does a person’s state-of-mind interact with his or her physical capabilities? Science has kid-gloved this terrain for too long. Provocative evidence lies fallow. For instance, the 98-pound woman who lifts a burning bus off her baby. It’s a well-documented phenomenon and one that obviously involves telekinesis. Telekinesis?! Is that sound of a thousand bean-counters having a synchronized heart-attack? Ha!But I say: let me see the worst, even if it lie hidden in the deepest irrational recesses of mother-love.Perhaps if these spirit-levelling dunderheads could provide me with three square inches of clean bench space, I could begin. Christ.Monday, May 28This diary is to be an old-fashioned document of scientific record. So I don’t have to write an entry every day. I’ll just record the pertinent scientific facts as they occur.If there ever are any. The place looks like a toilet. And don’t even get me started on plumbers.Tuesday, May 29So even a tea urn requires a triplicate bivouac in Brussels? Forget it. I’ll use a saucepan. I’m happy with the seat of my pants. Remember Alexander Fleming. Refused to wash himself and discovered a cure for the clap. And Wood from Pfizer. Took a pill for heartburn and got a ten-hour erection. That’s the science I seek! Wild, free! Isaac Newton stuck a bare bodkin behind his eyeball to see what was there! Yes! I dare to dream of a science without red tape!But try telling a plasterer that.Wednesday, May 30What a mess. Boxes of broken flasks, rubberless Bunsen burners…

The old lady next door is deaf and her Chihuahua is a rat-faced, yap-throated, four-legged fur-ball of depraved pellet-spitting fecundity. Science, at its best, is supposed to be meditative.

Talked to Percy at Melville and, he’s right, I have to be patient.

Of course, Doctor Percy Jarmon has always been three-parts bean-counter. A good research scientist, don’t get me wrong. He’s done some solid work. Just prefers not to rock the boat. The brain remains a neat computational bottom-liner in Percy’s carefully scrubbed hands.

Thursday, May 31

Not much doing.

What’s the point of very little dogs, when you get right down to it?

Friday, June 1

total wank

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Wednesday, July 20

You can’t stop science! Ha! Wheels turn, seams rupture, secrets heave!

Had a bit of luck, actually. The old lady next door moved away two weeks ago. And took her little dilly doggy with her. Bye-bye poo-poo.

Anyway, just spent the last two hours talking to Jarrod Johnson, the young chap who, along with his lovely wife Jasmine, has moved in. A very nice young couple, Jarrod and Jasmine, newlyweds, eager to begin a family.

When Jarrod found out I was a neurological research scientist, he showed an almost puppy-dog like enthusiasm. He shyly told me he’d never fully outgrown his love of dinosaurs. At school, chemistry had been his favorite subject. On the internet, he can’t get enough of Richard Dawkins. He works in a bank and seems to crave the microwave-manna of popular science.

So he was only too happy to help with my basement experiments! He’ll be over tomorrow, a bank holiday apparently, at 9:00 a.m. The world seems to be rolling on its back and asking me to tickle its tummy! Jarrod isn’t all that bright, but he’s a very pleasant, open, friendly sort of chap. A scientist cannot ask for more.

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Just spoke to Percy, and he’s going to drop round this evening. He wants to see how the basement scrubs up, and even wants to meet Jarrod. I prickled a little, but didn’t argue. Percy’s help with converting the basement has been tremendous. Also, as a sounding board for my research aims, he’s been invaluable—encouraging despite his bean-tending skepticism.

Now that I’m finally about to dive in, he’s probably a bit nervous. If I were to create some sort of scientific scandal, his name could be tarnished by association. So I humored the old bean.

Thursday, July 21

What a day! Mark well the date! And affix to it your humble servant’s moniker, Doctor Richard Wrigglesworth!

I don’t want to get ahead of myself. What comes of today’s extraordinary breakthrough remains to be seen. But, doubt it not, the annals begin to gape.

Jarrod arrived at nine sharp and, after coffee and a scone, we got straight down to it. It was meant to be nothing but grunt work, building a database for future work. Jarrod sat at a table with just a LED monitor and a 5kg dumbbell before him. I flashed on the screen a series of images. Jarrod looked at each image for exactly eighteen seconds, then performed three standard bicep-curls with the dumbbell. An EEG cap and profuse body-sensor coverage recorded Jarrod’s every bodily blip and mental halloo.

After five hours of this, the data-collection was solid, but I was starting to worry. Jarrod really was a nice guy, didn’t have a bad word for anyone or anything. But was he, as a subject, a little bland, a little lacking in character, personality or substance? I was after dark mysteries of the mind, but Jarrod seemed a whole lot of sunshine and lollipops. Even the photograph of a Chihuahua being dangled over the ferociously eager maw of a wood-chipper didn’t provoke much more than a mild hiccup in his breezy brain wave.

Then it happened. His eyes locked on the screen, a growl sounded from somewhere sub-thoracic. He began flipping the dumbbell about like it was a tea-cozy. The readouts and dials fritzed. According to the computer, the dumbbell now weighed exactly 34 grams… What happened to the other 4,966?!

Even after I shut off the monitor, it took a good thirty seconds for Jarrod to return to normal.

It remains, I have to say, somewhat of a mystery. But a mystery with a big “THIS WAY” arrow attached. The photograph that set him off was of a duck attacking a cute little rhesus monkey. The juvenile monkey had been sitting on the ground, eating a piece of melon, but was in the process of dropping it as he leapt quite hilariously away from the incoming duck. It was supposed to be a brain-pan cleanser, some light relief before something more experimentally hardcore was flashed up.

I quizzed him at length, got him to free associate with ducks and monkeys, but he was a bit shaken and washed out. I suggested we start again tomorrow, and he was more than happy to. He had a flexi-day owing at the bank.

Now I have a sleepless night’s work ahead looking for relevant pictures. But I love it. Seriously, who’d want be anywhere other than Science, the bosom of all curiosity?

Friday, July 22

Burn it to ashes. That’s the likely fate of this record of crime and folly! Dear God! Dare I speak of today? Dare I not? Could it be only yesterday that I… but no, this is a scientific journal. If hell itself yawns, somebody has to stay calm and sift the sulphur.

Jarrod arrived at nine, dot on time. I asked for his thoughts on yesterday’s proceedings—and he seemed not to remember anything out of the ordinary. Odd. “The duck and monkey?” I enquired. All he could remember was a sort of pressure in his head, which he’d put down to the EEG cap being too tight. I let it go, assuring him that today the cap would be roomy.

I must have shown him upwards of thirty duck-and-monkey photos, interacting in various ways, some comic, some violent, some both. Nothing. So I flashed up yesterday’s photo. The effect of it was instantaneous and truly awful. He leapt from his seat, tearing off the EEG cap, flinging himself across the room, crashing into the card table upon which sit the tea and coffee and scones. From there he literally began trying to climb up the wall. Hard to do when one hand was busy holding his head as he cried, “Make it stop! My head’s going to explode!”

I raced to him. He fell, crashing heavily onto the card table, destroying it and our untouched morning tea. He uttered a ghastly groan as he thrashed about in the rubble, finally coming to rest on his side.

I gently rocked his shoulder. “Jarrod?” Was he dead?

But he stirred and, with my help, began to sit up. It was only as he opened his eyes and turned his head to me that I saw it. Almost too awful for words. A teaspoon. The handle fully buried in the side of his head, only the metallic bowl sticking out, like a malicious little supernumerary ear.

“Oh, God, Jarrod!” I whispered.

He was groggy. “Guurrgh…what happened?”

“Jarrod, how—how do you feel?—No, no, God, don’t shake your head!”

“Actually,” he said, breaking into a pleasant smile, “I feel pretty good. Sorry, Richard, but I don’t think I want to wear the brain cap thing again.”

“Oh, that’s fine, no worries. I think we’re pretty much finished, anyway. So, um…your head? You mentioned before, while you trying to climb the wall, that it was giving you some trouble?”

“Yeah,” he grinned, lifting a hand toward the side of his head—which I grabbed and lowered just in time! He continued, “No, it feels good now. All last night it felt weird, a weird sort of pressure. But it’s fine now.”

“Okay. Great. Science is a labyrinth, that’s for sure, ha ha.”

I helped him to a chair—not that he seemed in need of help. I grabbed my phone, thinking I’d call Percy. But, before I rang, I went upstairs and made a cheese, gherkin and lettuce sandwich. I also poured a large glass of milk and took both items down to Jarrod in the basement. He thanked me and tucked in with a healthy appetite.

Possibly I should have been rushing Jarrod to hospital, but something made me hesitate. Something about the spoon, twinkling like a satellite dish on the side of an exposed hillock. As he finished off his sandwich, I went to my bookcase up the far end of the room. This peculiar neurological situation was ringing a bell. Once, an iron rod went straight through some chap’s cerebellum. And he was right as rain. However, instead of pulling a reference book out, I got down on my knees and ran my tongue along the spines of the neatly arrayed books. Each and every one. Made my tongue quite dry and yuck.

Returning to Jarrod, who was downing the last of his milk, I said, “Jarrod, there’s something I have to tell you. It’s…it’s a bit shocking.”

After a little burp, he said, “What is it?”

Stumbling a little at how to speak of the spoon, I instead stayed silent and blew him a kiss. He laughed at that, then stood up, saying, “Same time tomorrow?”

I nodded. And he left.

That was, what, four hours ago? There are really only two theories possible here. The shocking incident with the spoon may have caused my psyche to fray or fracture in some hopefully temporary way. Or—and my blood runs cold to write this in black-and-white—Jarrod has, through the mother of all accidental discoveries, gained an advanced form of cerebrokinesis, the ability to control the minds of others. Oh, if only I could divine exactly where the inside tip of his teaspoon sits!

To be honest, I’d prefer all this to be the result of my own madness. But, as I sit here writing this, my thoughts seem depressingly orderly.

If indeed they be my thoughts.

. . .

You know what’ll stop me sleeping tonight? This question: if Jarrod has gained a cerebrokinetic ability, why would he make me lick my books? The sandwich, sure, perfectly alright. I would have made it for him anyway, without the mental strong-arming. But the blown kiss? Smacks of smart-arsery.

Sitting here, the sun going down, his bland smile starts to seem sinister.

Saturday, July 23

It’s midday. I know what I have to do, but I hesitate. I’m fairly certain it’s not MY hesitation, so I can only sit here, awaiting a stray moment where I might be able to strike with an uncontaminated will.

Jarrod arrived three hours ago, smiling, spoon jutting as brassily as a cuckoo in a new nest.

My first question was, “So what did Jasmine say?”

“Oh, I didn’t see her before she left to visit her mother.”

“Really? How convenient. A sudden emergency, was it?”

“No,” he said pleasantly, “a visit.”

Time to cut the crap. “Jarrod, I need to know if you can control my mind. Did you make me lick my books yesterday?”

He gave an uncharacteristic, chilling little hee hee!

“I did,” he said, before adding another hee hee!

Despite the giggling, he was in fact prepared to talk openly and honestly about the whole thing, which was a relief. At one stage I gave him a fifty dollar note from my wallet—but he was only joking around. I’ve no doubt he’ll give it back.

He was as surprised as me when, yesterday, his desire for a sandwich was realized by my actions. Actually, a lot more surprised than I was. I’d experienced it as the most natural thing in the world. He admitted the book-licking was spur-of-the-moment and experimental. The blown kiss, harmless byplay. Well, obviously it could’ve been worse.

“I guess you realize the enormity of this?” I said to him. “For science, the fate of the world, etcetera.”

“I dunno, I’m a bit disappointed. After I left here yesterday, I went down the street and—”

I gasped. “But didn’t people see your spoon?”

“I wore a hat, dummy. But, you know, it turns out I can only control your mind, no one else’s.”

I felt relieved by that, although I wasn’t entirely confident of that relief. I was, right then, starting to think a lot of rather flattering thoughts about Jarrod. Bland? He wasn’t bland: quite spry, the ole Jazza, always up and about, a real player, this lad…

Now, surely that was nonsense. I would never say “spry”.

“Jarrod,” I said, holding onto the table edge, “this is scientifically—well, it’s off the scale it’s so big. But, at a personal level, we need to get some rules in place. Surely you see my precarious position here?”

He said, “I swear never again, under any circumstances, to control your thoughts, Richard.”

I don’t think I’ve ever been struck by a statement of such deep and unarguable sincerity. I thanked him and he rose to go with a charming, lively, intelligent smile.

It was a good thirty minutes after he left that I began to have second-thoughts. Charming, lively and intelligent? Jarrod? Phooey. And you can kiss those fifty smackers goodbye while you’re at it. This was all deeply distressing and disorientating.

And I’ve been sitting here in the basement ever since, a single sterile teaspoon sitting on the table before me.

It’s a one-in-a-million shot, but my only chance. I’ll fight fire with fire.

I’ll do it for science.

—a knock at the door? Now! NOW!

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THE MELVILLE NEUROLOGICAL NEWSLETTER

The Melville Neurological Institute would like to extend its heartiest congratulations to Doctor Percy Jarmon upon his recent Nobel prize nomination.

Doctor Jarmon’s work on the Yersinia fustus parasite appears to be conclusive and truly ground-breaking. This ancient, insidious parasite, almost undetectable after more than one-hundred-million years of co-evolution, has often been purported, but never proven. There now appears to be little doubt of its existence, thanks to Jarmon’s recent courageous and brilliantly innovative field-work.

The life cycle of Y. fustus turns out to be both simple and ingenious. After invading a host Homo sapiens, the bug, mimicking a billion-branched glial cell, quickly colonizes the cerebrum. Within a very short time the host develops an irrational but irresistible desire to violently puncture his own cranial vault, by any means necessary. Fantastic delusions, sometimes resulting in murder or art, often accompany this process. After the host’s skull is successfully punctured, the parasite’s spores are then released and have a very short time in which to find a new host.

The parasite seems to be very rare but, where it does exist, is rabidly contagious. The strain involved in Jarmon’s recent field-work has been destroyed.

When contacted by this newsletter, Jarmon’s only comment on his Nobel-nominated research was, “Hee hee!”

Is anyone else losing complete respect for the US at this point?

It’s the worst election result of my lifetime. And reveals something absolutely horrifying about my fellow Americans: they will vote for a literal criminal sociopath over a qualified black woman.

I thought Gore’s loss to W. Bush was terrible—but that was largely the result of cheating (it’s almost beyond question Gore got more votes in Florida than Bush did). …Then I thought Hillary’s loss to Trump was pretty awful as well, but it was a small comfort that HRC won the popular vote by literal millions (they’ve never been quite THAT far apart before).

With both, you could basically take comfort in the fact that the majority of the country clearly didn’t want the inferior candidate.

But now? Trump is a worse candidate than he was in 2016 in every way (mentally, morally, legally) and there were some horrible things about him then that either weren’t yet known (his charity fraud, his university fraud, his Stormy Daniels affair) or hadn’t happened yet (the indictments, the two impeachments, his horrible CoVid handling, becoming an adjudicated rapist, cheering on Putin for invading Ukraine, “The Big Lie,” his f***ing coup attempt, endless comments making it clear he wants to go after “the enemy within”).

By contrast, Kamala is arguably a better candidate than Biden or Hillary were, and she’s committed NONE of their supposed flaws (she did plenty of rallies in the Midwestern three, she did plenty of interviews that Hillary avoided, loads of energy that Biden was lacking, more clear than Biden, less legal baggage than either HRC or Joe, she didn’t bring up being a woman which supposedly turned people off of HRC) and ran a brilliant campaign from a terrific DNC to high-energy rallies to popular proposals (Trump’s are mostly about making people’s lives harder) to absolutely killing Trump at the debate.

But now we get this phony crap from Trump voters about how Kamala was a “bad candidate” (yeah…sure…) and from the media where they point out some mistakes she supposedly made (yeah…sure…) and how Trump will be better for the economy (yeah…sure…the guy who wrecked Obama’s economy and bankrupted three separate casinos and still believes in tariffs will magically give you a better economy…)

Point blank: this country would rather risk an autocratic regime, economic collapse, environmental ruin, and a complete wrecking of American justice and freedom than vote for a black woman. …It is a DISGUSTING result, and the fact that Trumpers are flying their covert KKK-flag openly on social media instead of being ashamed of voting for a criminal sociopath is repulsive.

Some fun pictures

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Why do so many Europeans seem to think the United States is backward?

Originally Answered: Why do so many Europeans seem to think the United States is backwards?

Possibly because they see us the way a repairman I once talked to saw the American engine maker Briggs & Stratton. I was buying my first mower, and I had bought a big yard and had put most of my cash into the purchase, so I was shopping carefully for a lawn tractor that would last a while but not clean me out.

I talked to this greasy guy with hearing aids at a repair shop where I happened to have some business, and he explained the difference between the Briggs & Stratton engines I’d grown up with and, well, everything else.

He said Briggs made the best engine in the world…in the 1940s…but that the rest of the world had moved on. Everyone else’s engines used newer alloys, fuel injection, superior noise and pollution controls, etc., while Briggs was still cranking out the same old reliable Joe that had been their cash cow for forever.

Understand, we weren’t talking best of class here, just your literal garden variety engine. He said “a Jap engine” would cost you half again as much, and if you ever let the oil get dirty or didn’t keep the filter clean, it was scrap. But if you kept the filters clean and changed the plugs every few years, it would start on the first crank, every time, for the life of the mower.

A Briggs, on the other hand, was cheap and would last forever—but you’d pay for it time and again. It would leak. It would lose compression. It would need its carburetor and points worked on every so often. But if you enjoyed working on engines, it could survive catching on fire and having the head knocked off with a sledge hammer, it just “never will run like shit.”

That’s the dichotomy here. Americans see America as the country that defeated Hitler and went to the moon. The old reliable. The “takes a lickin’ and keeps on tickin’.” The rest of the world sees us as an obsolete design, built on good principles, but trying really hard not to live by them, and getting away with it because we’re big and rich and mean. But our system “runs like shit,” and our population pays for its cheapness each and every day.

I’m not saying that’s right or that’s wrong, but I believe that’s how they see us. And if they judge us by our movies, they are not seeing any of the shiny bits that might make a counter argument.

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Chinese Meatball Soup

Ingredients

Soup

2 (14 ounce) cans chicken broth
1 cup water
1 (6 ounce) package frozen snow pea pods
1/2 cup green onions, thinly sliced
1 (1 1/2 inch) cube fresh ginger, finely grated
1 clove garlic, finely minced
Olive oil for roasting

Meatballs

1 pound lean ground beef, chuck or sirloin
3/4 cup oatmeal or bread crumbs
2 tablespoons soy sauce
1 tablespoon dry sherry
2 teaspoons sesame oil
1 1/2 teaspoons fresh ginger, minced finely
1/2 teaspoon black pepper
1/4 cup chicken broth
1 egg

Vegetables

1/2 pound baby carrots, cut in half
1 1/2 cups fresh or canned bean sprouts

Instructions

Soup

Combine soup ingredients in large saucepan over low heat to simmer (reserve snow pea pods and carrots for broiling or stir frying).

Meatballs

Stir ingredients together, shape into 1 1/4 inch meatballs and place on lightly oiled broiler pan. Spray lightly with an olive oil spray if using very lean meat. Broil until nicely browned or bake at 400 degrees F for 15 minutes.

Vegetables

To roast the baby carrots, cut carrots in half, lengthwise. Rub in 1 or 2 tablespoons olive oil, and sprinkle between the meatballs on the broiler pan. Do the same with the thawed snow peas. Check while broiling, and remove carrots, snow peas and meatballs as they begin to brown. Drain on paper towels briefly and add to soup. If you wish to skip this step, you may alternatively brown the meatballs, snow peas and carrots in a wok.
With all ingredients now in soup, simmer over low heat for 15 to 20 minutes and season to taste with salt, pepper, a pinch of Chinese Red Pepper, if desired, and a dash of soy sauce.

Why is America doing its best to set China and Taiwan at war with each other? It’s half a world away from America and nothing to do with them. Why are they there at all?

There is only one answer: the United States wants to stop China’s rise! That’s why they want to suppress China with all their might and with everything they have.

Moreover, Taiwan is just one of the places, and if you scuttle the world pattern, you will find that the target of everything the United States has been doing all these years is China.

1. The Russian-Ukrainian war is not the ultimate goal of the United States; its ultimate goal is China.

The United States treats China as the number one enemy, whether economically or militarily, the United States has been unable to subdue China, so Washington provoked the Russian-Ukrainian war, the ultimate goal is to provoke a ‘New Cold War‘, through the Russian-Ukrainian war to Europe to create a ‘horror’ of the enemy Russia, so they are afraid of, under pressure to do the bidding of the United States.

The purpose of the United States in stirring up the ‘New Cold War’ is actually to unite the forces of the entire West and then deal with China with all its might.

The purpose of dealing with China is to maintain its hegemony. The United States believes that China has already threatened the global hegemony of the United States and that China must be eliminated as soon as possible.

2. The United States is endeavouring to make preparations for provoking a war in China’s neighbourhood.

After the United States has used the power of the Russia-Ukraine war to force its Western allies to listen to the United States, his next goal is to provoke a war around China to further unify its Western allies by forcing China to step in, and then to sanction China in the same way as it has sanctioned Russia.

In order to achieve this goal, the United States is bound to provoke a war in China’s neighbourhood to force China’s hand, and then the United States will lead the entire West to sanction China.

Based on this logic, China’s surrounding dangerous areas will be the next U.S. to provoke war conflict points, such as the Taiwan Strait, the Korean Peninsula, the South China Sea, China-India border are dangerous areas, especially the Taiwan Strait conflict, will be the next U.S. is bound to want to provoke a military conflict.

The intention of the United States in provoking a war in the said region is to force China to send troops, and then the United States and its allies condemn and even sanction China, urging its allies to impose sanctions on China as they did on Russia.

At the beginning of the Russo-Ukrainian war, the United States actually began to lay out early!

Especially in the Taiwan Strait, the United States and Britain have begun to discuss how to detonate the military conflict plan!

At the present stage, China has practically no choice but to make preparations for a military struggle, and it can only make preparations for the unification of Taiwan by force!

But in a twists and turns, Trump is back. Trump’s presence disrupted Biden’s deployment. 😁

The next 4 years with Trump in the White House will be 4 years of rapid development in China.

The Russia-Ukraine war won’t stop, the Middle East is in an even bigger crisis, Europe has been abandoned by the US, and the US is at the peak of domestic infighting.

China is on a rampage and the next 4 years will see us laying a solid foundation for a whole new order of global industry and trade!

Trump will mercilessly teach Europe, Japan, South Korea and other allies (parasites) a lesson, frantically withdrawing from all kinds of international organisations and international treaties and becoming more and more isolated, and that’s exactly when China is holding up the flag of free trade and developing at a high speed!

What is the result of the Trump era’s opening of a trade war and technology war against China?

China’s chip technology rapid breakthroughs, Huawei is far ahead; China’s position as an industrial hegemon is as stable as Mount Taishan, shipbuilding took nearly 3/4 of the world’s orders, and new energy vehicles rode in the dust; China’s foreign trade exports are increasing year by year, and it takes more than 1/3 of the global surplus.

Do you think the Trump still has cards? 🤣

Do you really think Russia can’t defeat Ukraine? You are too naive. China and Russia are comprehensive strategic partners, and the Chinese and Russian governments have the same strategy.

Yes, the United States and the West want to use war to consume Russia’s national strength, but the United States and the West are greedy for immediate benefits and do not know the consequences.

Protracted war is Russia’s strong point, and Russia also wants to use war to consume the United States and the West. The more the US and the West invest in Ukraine, the more it will be consumed.

Russia buys time for China, and the United States and the West will decline rapidly.

Trump DROPS his plan to DISMANTLE the Deep State! MASSIVE FOR AMERICA (MUST SEE)

Why did Trump win the 2024 election?

Yesterday I was walking in the city and two young Moroccan guys were discussing the US election outcome. “He did it, the old warrior!” said one of them, admiration obvious in his voice. These were two young Muslims from what Trump had referred to as “shithole countries” during his first tenure…

People underestimated how many people do love Trump.

The media, journalists, writers of opinion pieces and intellectuals were in this little bubble where everyone, surely, must have realized after the first Trump term that he was no good? And that’s just not the way of the world.

Oh but he’s was found guilty of sexual assault, surely now no one can vote for him?

Wrong!

No one gives a shit.

Chris Brown beat the living daylights out of Rihanna and I still hear people blast his music.

We think that, as soon as someone is accused of someone heinous, that’s it.

Curtains.

They’re done for.

Now, the world has moved on from #MeToo and “cancel culture” is dead and buried…

You cannot cancel someone when no one cares about his crimes.

Oh there’s Russian interference in the elections? Big deal — plenty of people find Putin kinda cool, anyway, and at least he’s “not woke”.

Elon Musk pushing fake news and misinformation on Twitter? Again, no one cares.

“But, he was mean to transgender people! He disowned his transgender daughter!” Yeah, that’s awful, sure. But no one cares.

There’s so many scandals, so many awful things you can accuse Trump and his allies off.

But in “real world”, people don’t care…

It also seems that people are tired of “woke” topics and the right has simply won the “culture wars”, at this point.

Because even Latinos, African Americans and other non-white ethnic groups voted for Trump in record numbers.

And I’ll let you in on a little secret — a lot of immigrants and their descendants are very religious. They don’t like LGBT issues, they couldn’t care less about transgenders, pronouns and puberty blockers being given to kids, in fact they’re highly susceptible to negative campaigning about such issues.

They actually are bothered by people saying “happy holidays” instead of “merry christmas” and other such things that progressives would dismiss as silly memes only boomers care about…

Kamala Harris and Tim Walz seemed to spend 80% of their campaign attacking the character of Trump.

When everyone already knows he’s a dickhead — and they don’t care because he’s their dickhead.

People almost always love the villains in movies more than the heroes. The Joker is far more popular than Batman ever was… and Kamala Harris made for a rather poor Batman.

U.S. Lost the Moon Because of Sanctioning China

Actually this is very interesting. Not a rehash of known stuff in a click-bait video. This is full of great intel.

How would imposing a tariff on all goods imported from China affect Americans and businesses in America?

Trump 1.0 started imposing tariff on all countries around the world, not just on China. Biden continued with Trump’s policy.

After 8 years (Trump+Biden), many US scholars said Trump’s tariff policy does not work (on China).

It was tariff that USA suffered (high) inflation.

The plan of Trump 1.0 was to attract US investors in China to go back to USA. After 8 years, it is found that some US investors still stay in China. Some did move out of China but to other southeast countries eg Thailand. … US investors still did not go back to USA. They continued to do business with China 1 way or another.

Those who added 1 extra step, say, to Thailand actually cost Americans more because they added this 1-extra step to the commodity price, worsening the US inflation.

(High) tariff on Chinese products has already proven a failure to Trump 1.0. Why Trump 2.0 continues to impose (high) tariff on China is beyond our understanding.

One possible reason is that USA-Trump badly needs money to boost the weak US economy. And that may be the reason why Biden continued with Trump’s policy too.

Since Americans hate tax increase, Trump & Biden had no choice but to disguise tax increase as tariff.

Tariff 2.0 is crazier/higher than tariff 1.0. Let us watch if tariff 2.0 will cause global recession.

Why do gun owners not understand that I don’t like being around guns and they should be banned for public safety?

Greetings from England, where we all apparently hate guns.

I believe you are confused.

The gun owners do understand that you don’t like being around guns, they just don’t care. Why should they?

Americans are often mistaken about their own gun laws. The public safety you speak of is partly due to the gun owners. They are why your government can never turn too tyrannical and why you can never be invaded by land. This is why you have a right to own guns. Its not necessarily to stop burglars, it’s to prevent your government from turning tyrannical.

Just like with our third world quality socialist health services, my country is always held up as a success story for banning guns. This is bullshit. Murders happen constantly in Britain and the lack of guns just makes it slower. Knives, acid and bombs are used instead. Murder is unfortunately natural, and British murders are incredibly brutal.

So in conclusion, if your government like mine is not currently sending everyone to prison for Facebook posts, and if your country doesnt have an acid attack epidemic going on, you have gun owners to thank for this. The very idea of killing or disfiguring someone with acid would become ridiculous in Britain if we had guns, but we don’t. We instead get our faces burned off by chemicals.

You arguably have gun owners to blame for murders on the streets (though i would disagree), but this pales in comparison to the genocide you will probably never face, unlike most countries eventually.

Why are anti gun owners so incredibly smug that they don’t think a disagreement towards themselves can even exist without ignorance? Is it just your smuggery that causes your smuggery or have you $e v e r$

actually accomplished anything in your life?

I bet your’e not even one of those loud, fat, friendly Americans we all love. You probably got purple hair and a constantly pissed off face.

Don’t travel. We don’t want you. We want the ‘rednecks’. You think I’m lying? Nobody wants to travel to your shitty liberal cities anymore either, just to get robbed and/or raped all whilst having to listen to unhygienic propaganda junkies barking unrequested opinions all day. We want to go to middle America where the men are strong and hard working, where the women are clean, beautiful and not hopelessly brainwashed like yourself. I bet it’s awesome in those places with all the gun owners; fresh air and friendly people. Meanwhile your town is probably covered in turd and homeless people.

Genocide Joe

Genocide Joe, may his feeble mumbling brain rest in peace, was extremely effective at restoring order to domestic American affairs, lining all US allies in a row, and making Sinophobia a global instead of solely an American policy.

Trump will throw a monkey wrench into that once again.

Trump will immediately throw Ukraine under the bus and let Europe deal with the fallout; he’ll raise major trade tensions with American partners; he’ll throw EVs and all environmental policy under the bus too; he’ll threaten the ICC and ICJ and likely cut off all funding to the UN once the General Assembly recommends expelling Israel.

He’ll recognize Israeli settlements. He’ll threaten and probably defund universities that allow Palestine supporters any freedom of speech, sowing pandemonium and terror in academia.

And that’s with ruling out the assumption that Project 2025 is real.

The Western alliance, which goes back to World War II, is too strong to suffer permanent damage from four years of demented leadership. So is American society, which is very resilient. But for the next four years, there will be tremendous chaos, infighting, and blows to prestige.

This is an opportunity for China to demonstrate its abilities at world leadership, as it did very successfully during the first Trump term.

Economically, China is prepared for the return of Trump. Its GDP is 25% larger than in 2020 and it’s much less dependent on US technological imports. The threat of major tariffs on Chinese exports to the US is serious. During this period, fiscal stimulus will have to be a key driver of growth. However, central government debt is very low. The spending and borrowing discipline exercised by the central government for many years has prepared it well for this occasion.

The combination of decreased export revenue and emergency-level use of fiscal stimulus will accelerate the transition to service- and consumption-led growth.

Trump Has Won the 2024 Election: Now What?

One was in the right place at the right time, and thrived. I was still searching for my pot of gold.

Today, I have some fine videos for you all.

You know, it’s all been “hit or miss” lately, but most of the videos in this post are excellent on one level or the other. I hope that it makes your day.

Today, however, we will begin with a story that I muse about from time to time. And you all know, I do like to muse…

I’ll tell you all a story.

My first wife and I were living in a van on our “great adventure” after being released from the Navy, but not yet formally trained in MAJestic, for my role. Now, of course, I didn’t know anything. All I knew is that “I had to make my way to California”. And so we did. It took a while, with missteps and backtracks, but eventually we reached California and tried to find work.

No work anywhere.

Eventually, I found a “head hunter” which is a professional recruiter who connects engineers like myself with employers.

He contacted me and wanted to meet.

So I met him. He had an office/house in an upscale neighborhood of San Francisco.

I actually saw him pull in. He was driving a Porsche 911, carrying a bag of groceries and had this hot blonde girlfriend beside him.

We took the elevator to the penthouse.

And there was a great view of San Francisco, a grand piano and all sorts of luxury living.

Now, mind you, at that time, we were collecting bottles to get change to afford old bread to eat. We were dirt poor. Poorer than the poor. Homeless.

And here is this guy who “made it”.

…

Now he got straight to the point. He said that he was making millions by connecting engineers with the companies in Silicon Valley, and he was charging $10,000 per engineer as a finder’s fee. And he was raking in the money. In those days, that’s like 1/4 of an engineers yearly pay.

He told me that he wanted to help me out.

He also was an alumni from Syracuse, and he wanted to give me some pointers, and tips. He saw me as a younger version of him by about ten years or so. Maybe eight.

He advised me to go straight to the companies, and talk to the managers in charge of the projects, not human resources, and to also use recruiters as well.

He couldn’t help me out as he was looking for engineers with more experience than what I had to offer, but assured me that sooner or later, all would fall into place. All that I had to do was persist, persist, and keep on keeping on.

And at that, I left, and got my wife and we continued looking.

…

Fortunes can happen to you at any time. And chance encounters might show you roads that you were unaware of.

This guy was quite the “player”, oh and I hope that he has used the money and the opportunity wisely. That blonde chick might have taken everything from him in a divorce settlement if he wasn’t careful.

You all know that eventually, I found my way to China Lake NWC and that is all recounted elsewhere. But here, I do want to describe the stark contrasts that sometimes occur when you are active in an adventure.

Rich guy – Poor guy. Same background. One was in the right place at the right time, and thrived. I was still searching for my pot of gold.

Extremes.

Today…

Why was the A-10 Warthog never sold to any other country, including NATO allies?

Alright, here’s the skinny on why Uncle Sam isn’t hawking those beastly A-10 Warthogs to the rest of the world. Spoiler alert: it’s not some cloak-and-dagger secret tech shrouded in mystery. Nope. The reality? No one’s really been interested, and even if they were, there are some very practical roadblocks in the way.

See, the A-10 is like that one friend who’s amazing at one thing—obliterating anything on the ground that dares to move. Close air support is its entire reason for being. But most countries? They’re looking for Swiss Army knives, not sledgehammers. By the time the Warthog rolled out with its menacing, tank-busting grin, other nations had already hitched their wagons to more versatile aircraft or had their own attack birds in the hangar.

But hold up—there’s been a twist in the plot. Recently, the Air Force Secretary Frank Kendall mentioned that some mystery country had an eyebrow raised about those retired A-10s. Yet Ukraine? Yeah, despite the buzz, they’re not biting. They know the Warthog’s a ground-pounding champ, but only when it’s not being chased by a swarm of modern missile systems that are eager to turn it into scrap metal.

And for any country daydreaming about adding a few Warthogs to their collection, reality bites hard. First, good luck getting support once they’re out of Uncle Sam’s garage—parts, maintenance, even a team that knows how to keep those grumpy old beasts running? Scarce, my friend. And did I mention the A-10 is as old as disco? Those 45-year-old bolts and rivets aren’t getting any younger. And that cannon—the GAU-8 Avenger, the plane’s literal backbone and dinner conversation starter? It’s a mechanical diva, expensive and high-maintenance, which isn’t ideal for budgets held together with duct tape and optimism.

So, while the A-10 might be the dream car of close air support aficionados, for most nations it’s just a headache waiting to happen. Cheers…

Yanis Varoufakis on Cloud Capital vs AI: DeepSeek, Technofeudalism, Capitalism and the New Cold War

Who was the most disturbed child you have ever seen?

My mum is a Foster carer and the one that sticks out for me is a boy we had come live with us when I was 11 – we’ll call him Luke for this story. When Luke arrived to ours he was 7, nearly 8, but had the vocabulary of a 4 or 5-year-old, was only partially toilet-trained and would lash out if someone tried to hug him. His parents (if you can call them that) were both epic fuck ups, drug dealers and just general c*nts; they’d had Luke and basically ignored him other than using him as a punching bag. They hadn’t even taught him the basics like using the toilet, using cutlery or even spoken to him much – hence the limited vocabulary.

After about a fortnight with us, mum had taught him how to use the toilet, pretty much nailed cutlery and we all talked to him as much as possible. I came home from school and had stopped to buy myself some sweets on the way. When I came in Luke was watching TV; mum suggested I might try and offer Luke some sweets (she was trying to get him to try as many different foods as possible) so I sat down next to him and said hello and got no response, so I offered him one of my chocolate bars. His eyes almost lit up but there was the cloud of suspicion about them as he looked at and then reached for it.

As he took it from me he smiled (a rare occurrence) and said thank you (this was relatively new) and then out of nowhere I got a hug (this was almost a miracle – human interaction was new to him). At the time being 11 I didn’t think about the backgrounds of the kids mum fostered, but looking back as an adult I can only imagine the living hell his home life must have been where something so basic as being nice to him or offering him a chocolate bar was new to him. He kept in contact with us after he was adopted (he spent 3 years with us) and is now an accountant with 2 children of his own.

FUCKING HELL…

NEW AND MORE NEW MISSILES FROM CHINA ARE COMING OUT MORE THAN RABBITS IN A FUCKING HAT…

How has the trade war with the US affected China’s economic growth? What could potentially happen if China’s economy crashes?

Anecdotal evidence suggests US trade war has marginal or no effect on China’s economic growth.

Trump’s tariffs were largely paid for by the US side. Whatever the reduction of China’s export, it has been able to replace them with sales to other markets. Biden keeps the tariffs and imposes some of his own, which takes effect this year. But they cover products which Chinese exports are small and inconsequential. The purpose was to prevent their entry into the US market, such as in the case of EVs.

The thrust of the US trade war is the technology sanctions by both Trump and Biden. It may have slowed China’s progress in specific areas, but overall, it has overcome them, such as, it faces no shortages of technology goods, and Huawei has broken through to high-end chips. Perhaps the best proof is the desperation of US to revise sanction terms as the earlier terms were inadequate.

China’s trade with the US as a proportion of its GDP has been on a decline. At the time when Trump imposed the tariffs, it was about 5%. In 2023, this fell to only 2.4%. US has become less of a factor in China’s growth.

There is no prospect at all of China’s economic crash.

Of the major economies, it is the most resilient. The talks of “slowdown”, “deflation”, and “overcapacity” are US and media hype for a political purpose.

The fact is clear. Its real GDP growth is twice that of the US, and 3 – 4 times the growths of the EU, UK, and Japan. It is high quality growth from industrial output, whilst the US growth is from government over spending. It has no problem of inflation and government debt. US debt according to Peter Peterson research is already $35.95 trillion or $106,600 per person in the US.

Have you ever felt obligated to be with someone? If so, what was your reasoning?

My girlfriend and I broke up for a year. She saw a guy I knew during that time. I finally found the strength to let her back into my heart, my life. She had wronged me is why I broke it off with her. Within a week or so of considering her mine again she asked me if she could go to a high school dance with him. She had bought a dress for it. I tried to not be a controlling partner and allowed her to do this. Many years later I asked her why she felt she needed to set us aside for a night for one more night with him and her answer was she felt obligated to go. I told her that her obligation was to me. It changed the way I felt about us. Like she didn’t love me as much as I hoped she did. After 26 years together, in the end she proved to me that I was right about her love towards me. I watched her lie, cheat, spit poison, make excuses to go somewhere, and fall for another. The things she said and did will never be forgotten. I did love her but she never made it easy. She triangulated and lied on me to everyone, including our kidd. People believe those lies. I tried to find love again and 15 years later I’m all alone. I haven’t spoken to her in 15 years. She turned everything around on me and made my love a burden, my efforts intentionally tossed away. I miss the person that I was with for so long not the person she became. Then I remind myself that they are the same and I never wanted to believe I was right about her. She showed me that I should have listened to my heart. I’m getting gray and old and falling apart now. Nobody wants someone like that. I’m destined to die alone because I didn’t follow my heart. God knows. She can pretend to be a Christian as she destroyed me in every way. But we will all have to answer for our sins one day. Dead or alive we will. That’s the day she stops getting away with it all. I find comfort in that. Knowing what she doesn’t want to think about yet.

Brownie Biscotti

Ingredients

1/3 cup butter
2/3 cup granulated sugar
2 eggs
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1/3 cup unsweetened cocoa powder
1 3/4 cups all-purpose flour
1/2 cup mini semisweet chocolate chips
1/4 cup chopped walnuts
1 egg yolk, beaten
1 tablespoon water
2 teaspoons baking powder

Instructions

Beat butter until soft, then add sugar and baking powder. Beat in eggs and vanilla extract. Add cocoa and as much flour as you can by mixer. Add the remainder by hand. Stir in chocolate chips and nuts.
Divide dough into two equal parts. Shape into 9 x 2 x 1 inch loaves. Place on sheet 4 inches apart. Brush with mixture of water and yolk.
Bake at 375 degrees F for 25 minutes.
Cool on sheet for 30 minutes.
Cut loaves into thick slices diagonally. Lay cut side down and bake at 325 degrees F for 15 minutes.
Turn over and bake other side for 10 to 15 minutes until dry.
Cool.
Store in an airtight container.

Unforgiven | I’m Here to Kill You, Little Bill | Warner Classics

God what a great scene!

COLD.

Fantastic!

Joe Biden is the reason why everyone points and laughs at America, why can’t liberals see that?

As a Brit, let me tell you the reasons I laugh at your country.

You elect the likes of George Bush and Donald Trump and consider them intellectuals.
You consider your right to carry a gun is more important than the safety of children.
You’ve got one of the highest rates, if not the highest rate, of obesity in the western world and don’t seem to care.
You always seem to have one of the lowest levels of global awareness out there. It seems half of Americans can’t name more than about 5 countries, can’t identify the USA on a map and think that the US is so far ahead of every other country on every metric.
You think it’s just swell that a new mother leaves a hospital with a bill of around $12,000 as she enters what will likely be one of the most expensive times of her life.
Your politicians only need to say a handful of charged words and your voters go wild. Listening to a US politician speak sounds like “China, Russia, bad, communism, America, freedom, good, gun control, bad, NRA, good, God loves us, vote for me, 9/11 bad.”
Some politicians actually did improve your image somewhat. Barack Obama, Joe Biden, hell even Clinton was more credible than either Bush or Trump. Yet there are so many Trump supporters that he might even be re-elected. Honestly, most Brits find that bizarre. He even showed contempt for democracy by inciting riots and refusing to accept being voted out. He’s an admirer of Putin and it seems like he would institute autocracy if he could. And then you could look forward to Jared Kushner solving all the problems Trump promised he would solve before. I mean come on, when the guy’s saying he can resolve Palestine-Israel in a day, you’ve got to understand that’s a snake oil claim.
You have the highest per capita prison population.
You have one of the highest wealth disparities in the world.
You actually believe that every country pays more tax than you, even believing that in the UK we pay 95% of tax. You must hear that and think “really, 95%?” If you think that, that’s when you’re supposed to go and fact check fox news.

Battle of the Bulge | German Panzer Offensive | Warner Classics

Is a welfare state better than a model that requires private health?

The NHS was a fabulous idea- cradle to grave healthcare by well compensated professionals paid by taxation on all eligible to use.

My Mother started as nurse in 1960- she was 20. And it was like being in the army with a Sergeant Major type figure called a Matron in charge. She left circa 1995 as a Midwifery ward sister – appalled by the waste, multiple layers of management and the state of the NHS.

30 years and some trillions of pounds later things are much much worse. A few months ago in search of the Accident unit I found the brand new Oncology unit. I believe it cost over a billion quid to set up. As it was Sunday morning it was deserted. No private enterprise could build a billion quid factory and open it for only 35 hours a week.

The acres of staff parking across the NHS empty out Friday afternoons. Obviously not all units close. I did find the accident unit open. And it was massively overstaffed- perhaps essential on the off chance a major incident occurs. But probably 30 people were doing the job that 15 could have done very easily and ten could have managed. Pleasant people, mostly standing about chatting.

A friend is a pensioned off male nurse. He now does 2 shifts a week- more to keep busy but he handily gets 400 quid. He likes his job but describes it as “ a disgraceful ward, with too many chiefs commanding too few Indians”.

The NHS is currently funding the over 2000quid Visa charge to recruit from abroad. My WASP pal is the only English guy on his ward. His on/off GF is Ghanaian, so he isn’t anti foreigner but says not all speak good English and often there’s problems caused by the language barrier. As well as some problems caused by different groups carrying on beefs from their home countries.

There’s nothing wrong with employing the none indigenous as trainees- but meeting their visa and travel costs- are we that short of locals? And if so would an extra few quid as a signing bonus tempt them to join. Surely cheaper in the long run than paying annual visa fees.

I’ve just heard senior Doctors are charging 200quid a hour for overtime. The NHS also currently spends almost a million quid a week on diversity training. Wherever one looks money is literally being burnt. As an edit, misheard this on Radio 4 – it is actually 200.000 quid a year, not 200quid an hour.

The waste and make work aspect is typical of any Nationalised industry. I started my working life in the NCB. The Union rep ran the entire colliery and you really had to be a standout, and no show, to get the sack. The NHS is similar. And can’t go broke. Nor is working hard rewarded any more or less than not. We miners had the same attitude. Although a bonus scheme installed in the late 70’s did see an uptick in production. Too little too late.

Any attempts at NHS reform are met with strikes and ultimately result in just another layer of dead wood management -their sole aim is in expanding and keeping their fiefdoms.

Set against the US, where considerably more time and money per head is spent on paperwork and insurance staff to run the system. A system that can and does bankrupt the sick. And a system that seems to work very well for perhaps half or even two thirds of Americans – but fails to adequately protect more than a 100 million people.

Desk porn with Study

Why haven’t BRICS launched an official currency yet? What would happen to USD if it did? Would more countries join BRICS? Dose it have the potential to beat the USD?

The just concluded BRICS summit in Kazan has (1) expanded the membership by admitting 13 new “partner countries” to 22 or 23 (there seems to be questions about whether Saudi Arabia is in or out of BRICS), and (2) established BRICS Clear and BRICS (Re) Insurance.

BRICS Clear is an alternative to SWIFT, plus an extra. The extra is it provides a “stablecoin”, managed by New Development Bank, that serves as the unit of account, but the final settlement occur in the national currencies.

As you know, unit of account is one of the 3 functions of money, the other 2 are medium of exchange and store of value. BRICS is not yet ready to go there. BRICS Money is some years away.

There is no hurry. Let the BRICS Clear system work. Develop the institutions, the laws, and regulations. Meanwhile, it already achieves the purpose to give the member countries, and other countries as well, the alternative to the dollar and SWIFT systems. BRICS has no purpose to destroy the dollar system. It is a useful system, for the BRICS members as well. What is important is to end the dollar hegemony, in order words, a level playing field or the democratization of international finance.

As more trade are done in the national currencies, there will be less need for central banks to hold dollar reserves. The share of dollar in central banks’ reserves has fallen from 80% some years ago to about 55%. It is likely to fall further going forward, possibly to about 30% in line with its the global share in trade and GDP.

In other words, BRICS Clear has the effect on the use of the dollar in trade and investments.

But regardless of whether or when BRICS Money comes into being, the dollar will remain a major world currency in trade and investments. This is simply the fact of the size of its economy.

But it will no longer be dominant, no more power of sanction. If US were to tell a country to toe a certain line otherwise it will be denied the use of the dollar, it can tell the US to go fly kite and do its business in BRICS Clear.

“The COLLAPSE Has BEGUN…” – Richard Wolff

What is the best case of “You just picked a fight with the wrong person” that you’ve witnessed?

I was once in a bar in Cardiff, UK with my girlfriend and her best pal. Four morons came in and started intentionally getting my eye and seeing a short arse like me at a table with two beautiful girls they could only dream of started to throw across obscene, unwelcome jibes.

Ruining my friends night as well as mine – but of course engagement rarely helps either, perhaps we should have just left. Anyway, I politely asked if they might show a little respect, behave like adults and focus on their own night rather than ruining others. I was very polite but in that I have a Hugh Grant accent I think this just made things worse.

So they again managed to pass all their brain cells to just one of their number to afford him sufficient to string a sentence together. He says… You got a problem with us? Maybe you want to step outside?

To this I was able to offer a rather unexpected but factual response. “I’m a fly weight short arse mate and don;t think fights fix anything. However, seeing as my blonde friend here stands 6′1″, to your 5′10″ at best, rides a Kawasaki 1100 hence the the black leather catsuit, so suited to deploying her decades of Karate expertise- you could always ask her.”

To be fair, his mates ended up with beer up their noses as they explosively laughed into their pint pots. He looked suddenly rather less bold and they ignored us for the rest of the evening. Result!

Andy’s Journal

Submitted into Contest #243 in response to: Write a story from the point of view of a non-human character.… view prompt

Diamond Keener

I feel used. That’s how I’m supposed to feel, that’s my purpose. But because all this time has passed, and I’ve been sitting here, just a pretty thing on your shelf. It all feels different. I don’t know you. The wry sense of humor you had is gone. The dreams, the plans. You’re not even close to where you promised me you would be. Those checklists are a real laugh now.When you open me up now, I’m unhappy, not excited. And you’re unhappy too. I’ve never wanted to talk back to you, to fight. But if I could rise up past myself and shout at you, I would.You are making a mistake. The stakes are higher. This isn’t high school. This is the rest of your life. All the time, you are running out of time, like I am running out of pages. And you will be unhappy, so unhappy. And I will be filled with your unhappiness and nothing more. Sometimes it will be masked as other things, drunkenness, indigestion. But unhappy, unhappy, unhappy, I repeat it because that is what you are repeating inside me. The word has been written down by your now sloppy hand a total of twenty eight times in the past two months. Each entry, the word comes up at least once. That’s two more times on average than you’ve mentioned her name, which I refuse to repeat. That is how I will prove to you I still have agency. I refuse to recount the source of our problems by name.I’ve watched you from where you toss me. I listen on the nights you’ve crammed me inside your backpack and spent the hours in her room. When she spilled her fancy smelly tea on me, I saw your face.You only write about how beautiful she is, what she wants, why you’re not enough. How you could be better, for her, of course. I know nothing about you, aside from how you feel about her. Which you say is love. But you never write any poems inside me that are worth a damn. It’s all blank. Platitudes. Could be generated by a computer.And I do know how you feel, which is not happy. Life is too short, that is what I want to tell you. Take your chance my friend, I would whisper this against your sweet ear. You have a gift to move, a gift for movement, which you have failed to exercise until now. But take it. Do it for me, and the boy I remember so fresh from school and still full of faith.Do you remember when I was given to you? The grand ceremony. I was wrapped in white, and tied up so tight and small with lace ribbon. It was all so elegant.Your Aunt Rachael, the one with the long pink nails, she gave me to you, and kissed your cheek. You wiped her orange lipstick from your face and stained my cover with it. It’s still there, the mark. It’s your fingerprint, the mark. I’ve memorized the pattern, every person’s is different. Yet I am the same as all the others in my image. Aside from your pen, and the sticker from Vivace Coffee you placed on my backside, you couldn’t tell me apart from any other bound thing.You used to write all the time, in very small print. To conserve space, to allow me to live with you for years and years. And I have, but it has been so lonesome.Maybe if you had kept up with me. If I had seen and known that first time around with her, the time you allude to often but never describe explicitly. You were happy then. But so much time has passed. You never wrote it down. And you never provide me any details, so how am I supposed to believe it was all so wonderful? It wasn’t simply the product of first love in a lonely youth coming to its end?What does her laugh sound like? You’ve never told me that.Last week I had a fleeting hope. It was the middle of the night. A bright spotlight in the dark bedroom shined down and you wrote so differently. Like old times. Curling, delicate, precise. Here the tides are changing, I thought as I watched the pen wrap around a different name. Not a person, but a promise to yourself. I liked the way it felt, special. It was more than just a dream, it was a sign that you were wanting something for yourself and yourself alone.Then it was as though you forgot and the whole thing was never mentioned again. She wouldn’t like it, you live by her rules. She has very specific outlines for the correct way to live. And you insist these rules are correct.You’d never allow it, something special. Because that is how you want it to be. You wish to believe your fate to be sealed and horrid. And I’m running out of time myself. You waste and waste the last bit of space, the last bit of life in me. I know what will happen when you finish me. I will be tossed away, she won’t allow you keepsakes. She will think you’ve filled me with thoughts of others, and tell you to let go of the unhappy moments.My greatest hope is that instead of the trash, I will end up in a box. Or buried behind the other texts in your tiny library. Your sweet children, the result of your disastrous marriage, will find me one day when you have died. They will read me and not know what to say. Maybe one of them will keep me, and dust me off so that I might be preserved as a memory of you. A legacy.Oh, Andy, how I wish you were brave! How I wish you could strip me of all these pages and start again. How I long to return to the time when you were just you, and I was just me, and there was no one in our way.

What seemingly small thing has made you lose interest in someone?

On a date…

Ordering food..

Me: “I want pizza.”

Him: “Do you want a salad with that?”

Me: “No, I’ll just have pizza, thanks.”

Him: “You’re sure?”

Me: “Yes.”

Him: “Ok. I’m going to order a salad”

Me: “For just you right?”

Him: “Yes.”

Me: “Ok good.”

Waitress takes our orders. Then moments later salad arrives first.

Him: “Do you want some salad?”

Me: “No, I just want pizza.” (said after looking disgusted by what’s on the salad and then gave a confused face at asking about salad again)

Him: “Try some salad.”

Me: “No thanks, I just want pizza.”

Him: “Try…”

Me: Reluctantly and frustratingly lifts fork, tries some salad. Then instantly disgusted and spits salad out into a napkin while date went to bathroom.

My pizza finally arrives.

Him(while I was enjoying my pizza): “Want some salad?”

Me: “No. I just want pizza.” (In firmer tone and now so so angry on the inside.)

Date over

Me to myself: “Never again. How many times must a girl say no? He’s controlling! Red flag. Get out now!”

Before going home: I promptly refused a second date invitation from him and almost ran home to shower smoke smell off from the pool place where we had our date.

Rules of thumb….

No means no and let’s consider all situations a girl might say no to a guy not just the sexual kind.
If he doesn’t listen to you on the first date, he won’t listen to you in the relationship. It will only get worse. First food, then clothing, then other personal preferences then…. bam! You’ve lost yourself and who you are. No thanks! Be nice on the date but take notes and do not subject yourself to it again.

Controlling behavior is not good in any form.

EDIT: I feel the need to give a little more detail about this salad date. Check below.

My date’s salad was a steak and bacon salad piled high with all the veggies, croutons and a lot of creamy ranch or blue cheese dressing. Pretty filling and most likely more healthful than my pizza but not by much.

Also, I actually love salad. I just didn’t want this salad or any other salad at the time. So I reserve the right to eat and refuse to eat what I want on a date or at anytime.

This military man just told me that he is in a locked room because of debt and he is not able to pay to get a flight ticket. Is that true?

It a scam don’t fall for it my dear. If he can reach you he can as well reach his bank account.take a moment to think about it, he clearly has internet access, that means wherever he is he also have access to his phone, probably a nearby ATM too. He doesn’t need money for his flight home. I assume you mean back from a deployment, re-stationing or during retirement. If it’s those the military pays for it, always. The government provides all basic needs for military personnel. This includes food, housing and flights back to the US. No military member is ever stranded overseas. This is a scammer lie. Well sometimes we fall victim due to finding love and happy his coming back home to meet You but it all fake and lie. I was once a victim of military romance scam. I send money for flight ticket more than once he kept giving me reason to send more money which I fall victim cause I thought I fine love with a military personnel that has been my dream. When I fine out it all scam I was so much in pain and devastated, my whole life turn upside down. My sister introduced me to a recovery firm that help her track her scammer and got her money back. CYBER SECURITY FIRM. I don’t know what to do or say at the moment, I just decided to give it a try. I send a message to them and was ask a few questions and a proof of me been scammed. I gathered all the necessary information about the scammers to them it will help a long way in the recovery process. With they help my scammer was trace and got back my money from them. Are you a victim and want to get back your lost money kindly file a complaint to them on how to recover your lost money without any upfront fee involved. You can also reach out to them through their email address below for a successfully recovering.

Why do Americans think the world revolves around them?

I think this could be a book, but I’ll try to briefly share just a few ideas. For reference, I’m a U.S. passport holder, born in the U.S., raised in the U.S. mostly, but also Japan and China. To date I’ve lived in 15 countries, and have lived outside the U.S. a total of 10 years.

First, the U.S. is geographically quite isolated. It only shares borders with two other countries, and these are “hard borders” (in contrast to the borderless EU zone). No one really cares to go to Canada that much (most the population of the entirety of Canada lies in two zones just north of the U.S. border), and then the history with Mexico… So, not a lot of travel to these places, unless some idiots going on spring break that just have to go to Cancun. Otherwise, you have two large oceans surrounding the country. For many in the U.S., they consider “travel” to be anything outside their home city. The U.S. is big, so people might travel to another state and consider it a big deal. Many don’t even think about going overseas. So you end up with a lot of people that know nothing of the world. With so many different ethnicities in the U.S., some of those more ignorant think they don’t even have to leave the country to “know” another culture, which of course is complete BS.

Second, they are indoctrinated to believe the U.S. is the best country. It’s in schools, it’s everywhere. And to me, it’s a fucking joke. But for many, they are quite nationalistic, and don’t even bother to understand any other countries for comparison. They don’t realize they rank last amongst “developed nations” in just about every category. The U.S. has more violence and crime, horrible access to healthcare and education, poor average wage-COL ration, low quality and overpriced food, etc. They are just blind. But they are constantly told they are the “most free,” which everyone says they value so much, yet it’s the most like a police state I’ve ever seen. If you sneeze wrong, someone will call the police. I’ve had the police called on me for literally just taking a walk in my own neighborhood, minding my own business. People have their children TAKEN AWAY FROM THEM just for letting them walk home from school. No one is free in the U.S. It’s the closest thing to fascism I’ve ever found, and I’ve lived in countries where communism was just dismantled a couple decades ago.

Third, the culture is very individualistic, to a fault. Everyone thinks everything that happens in life is because of them. Narcissism runs rampant (no surprise there, I’m sure, given the people in the news – I mean all we ever see are people like Musk and Trump and celebrities). It’s weird. Scientific studies have even proven that most of life is random. Most cultures understand “life happens,” and you do the best with what you have. In the U.S., by contrast, if you aren’t rich you’re deemed “a failure” (which makes me upset just to write – it’s just so backwards and toxic). People choose their friends based on looks and bank accounts. It’s a fucked up, toxic to no end society.

Not click-bait

A surprisingly good video about extraterrestrial objects. Some pictures that have long since been scrubbed from the Internet here! Worth your time to watch.

What happens if you start pounding your chest in front of a gorilla?

Like a few others here, I’ve crossed the line into the Land of the Stupid, and did exactly what this question asks.

I was at the San Francisco Zoo, and the area from which one observes the gorillas is several feet above the enclosure and protected by very thick and (I sincerely hope) difficult to break glass.

I observed a male gorilla minding his own business, munching on…something. Being human, I wanted to know exactly how he would react to being “challenged” on his home turf.

I made sure that he was looking right at me. Then, I puffed out my chest, and proceeded to pound on it with both fists, yelling at him the whole time. Well…he then stood up to his full height, which is WAAAY taller than you might think, and showed me how to PROPERLY do the whole chest thumping thing. And the yelling thing.

I’ve had guns pointed at me a few times in my life. I’ve been threatened with knives. I’ve even been around explosives a time or two. Never in my life have I been so frightened. Not once. I managed – barely – to not ruin my trousers, but believe me, unless you have personally witnessed the full-on, serious challenge of a gorilla, you have no idea how truly magnificent these beasts are. The raw power, the impressive size, the…majesty, I guess…is beyond the ability of any video to fully capture. And as much as I am trying, the words fall far, far short of conveying the full impact of the scene.

Suffice to say, I quickly averted my gaze, and moved on to other, FAR less intimidating animals. The flamingos were very nice to look at, and didn’t challenge me at all.

The Benny Hill Show

Golden Years

Submitted into Contest #247 in response to: Set your story on a spaceship exploring the far reaches of space when something goes wrong.… view prompt

Kendall Defoe

Nobody can hear you screw up, or so they say…Major Culpham had that thought in his head as he prepared for the day. He looked through the viewfinder and studied the material captured. All the scanning of the previous day was uneventful and he felt that he should just get this out of the way early to complete his other duties. And yet…he felt an urge to go back once more and review what he saw…and heard.Noises from afar…At any other moment, he might have laughed about it and moved on with his work. Any child knew the basics of space travel: no atmosphere, no way to conduct sound, therefore… All the movies and television shows they had watched as children were lies. Explosions in space might be colorful, but they would also be very silent. Space was quiet, peaceful, and sometimes even quite dull. You did not get to hear it.But he had heard it.Fifteen days into the mission and it came up during routine repairs at a station the ship detected on its scopes. They had been set up for the Amber Wave as it made progress beyond the main station. It was the most popular ship in the fleet, commissioned by the brightest and boldest minds of the galaxy over many decades. And, if the major was totally honest – he often was when having a moment to himself – he should have had a lesser vehicle while this one became the retirement gift to some general or lesser figure who gave a lifetime of fair (?) and honest service (did such a creature really exist?).But no, they had to give it to the major. He was a real hero with the war record, medals, private charities established in his name, and discoveries made in difficult and strange places. The Council agreed to let him have this mission. He was the right man of the right age with all of the right attributes needed for a journey through space where the chances of encountering another human were very low (even the repair stations sent out before hand were all automated). No one else could have taken such a trip for such a length of time without a crew (his psychological, emotional and synaptic studies proved this). Food and supplies were stored at the repair stops and on board (no worries about shortages or rationing when he saw the cargo hold; it was a fear they did not detect during the testing). He was the right choice.And then he heard it.It was in the middle of his second analysis of the ship (no real problems were detected). Culpham had been walking through the processing booth, waiting for the results when it was loud and clear:“HELP!”The major was a war veteran. He had heard the desperate screams of civilians and soldiers in battle. He knew what a cry for help was supposed to sound like. But he had never heard anything like that one simple word used and spoken in such a manner.It was not just spoken. He could feel it project through his uniform, down his spine, up his legs, and into his mind. It invaded his body and would not settle down.Maybe it was part of the test… After all those weeks on his own, it was possible that they wanted to run one more probe to see how he was running a mission all by himself. There was the chance that he could be monitored that way and have the information shipped back home (would the Council do that?). The ship’s diagnostic concluded with nothing more than the recognition of a possible short on the light deck (easy to handle; he had suspected it could be a problem), but nothing else was detected.Not a single sound.Maybe he should monitor his own profile. They encouraged this from time to time in battle (some of his soldiers had been taken away when the reports were filed and analyzed). Culpham sat in the main holochair and let the probe run itself (only twenty minute out of his day):“No problems located or detected with subject. All scans match with the expected results of initial settings. Subject is normal.”Every time the major saw this, he still felt uncomfortable. It was him, in the third person, with the screen indicating blood pressure, heart rate, sugar levels, salt levels, psychological disparities, weight, vision level, and on and on…Not a thing out of line.Maybe he really did imagine it all. He turned to look at another screen where he could entertain himself with an entire culture’s history of movies, television, other audio-visual and three-dimensional art. Culpham thought that a comedy would be best (how did they manage without the skill and talent of Peter Sellers before the Pink Panther series became a hit?). A simple oral command would get this started.

“Seek movie.”

The screen lit up and expanded into the empty holospace.

“Comedy.”

A list flashed before him. He would just have to name it.

“The Pink…”

And the screen flickered for a moment, and disappeared.

Now, Major Culpham was told that anything could happen on such a journey. The training included emergency measures to deal with such technological problems. He did not worry about this. Another diagnostic and this would be…

The screen reappeared.

There was only one word on it:

HELP!

Major Culpham stared at it for a moment, adjusting his visors to take in a non-three-dimensional image.

And then it disappeared.

Anger was beginning to occupy his thoughts. If the computer could not detect this, and he was just analyzed and found to be sane (at least, that was how he read it), then this was actually happening to him and the Amber Wave. This was very real.

And he could use the technology around him to find out what was happening.

Major Culpham entered new information into the machine and smiled.

He was going to enjoy this trip.

From the reading on the sensors, the message – if it was a message – was coming to him from a region that no one else had scanned before; not even with a random probe. Culpham, sitting back in his chair, smiled and thought about all of the potential promotions and praise he might receive for this. A completely unknown sector…

He watched as nebulae, stars, planets and entire galaxies flitted by. It would be out of his projected route, but he knew that the risks involved would be worth it, even if it turned out to be nothing.

“Help!”

It was not even shocking that time.

“Yeah, yeah, I heard ya. I can’t help but hear ya.”

Culpham had made sure that the monitors were not connected with the base unit or a Council feed. To have them know that he was now talking to himself would have guaranteed that his mission would be scrapped and the flight rerouted home. He did wonder how they would do that with such a trip, but took no chances with it. There was even concern about how a man could be alone for such a long time and just interact with computer technology. Culpham settled this with his diagnostics and his obvious ease with the interactive programs on board. So, no talking to an empty void…

If it was empty…

A light began to flicker on the holoscreen to his left. This is what he had been waiting for and he smiled again while sipping a food concentrate. If that indicator was functioning properly, he was within one parsec of that message. There were no other stations for repairs or analysis, so he knew that he would have to be careful with this trip. Culpham did notice that the number of planets and debris in this area was very low. Maybe it was too low.

Was he moving through pitch blackness?

It felt as though the entire galaxy in front of him had turned into ink (a substance he had heard of once, although he doubted it still existed). There was no effect on the Amber Wave’s momentum and all the instruments were functioning properly, but it was a very chilling moment for the major. Culpham preferred the usual distractions of space travel to this great and ugly nothingness.

“Help!”

“Help yourself! I’m comin’…”

Maybe he was beginning to understand why he was receiving that message. The voice was definitely male (no audio adjustments were performed on that voice; the recording he managed to create had no aberrations); it was certainly in distress; it was in this area.

But where in this area?

The light began to flicker much faster, sending out a strobe effect of redness around the enclosed cabin. Culpham knew that he was near.

“Help?”

A slight change in tone with that one, wasn’t it? It was now asking a question. Culpham wondered why he had not really tried to engage it in conversation before making this detour.

It seemed to be asking him for a chat.

The light stopped flickering. It was now a solid red glow.

Culpham examined the co-ordinates and looked out the main view-screen.

No, no, this cannot be it. This cannot be it.

The co-ordinates were on the monitor. It was 00.000.000.

That was impossible. The number was an impossibility and the space he was in should not have been there.

But here he was and the ship had all the data needed to confirm it.

“Help…”

“Yeah, help. Don’t we all want some now…am I right?” Culpham was not sure he should smile now.

Now, one of the good things about the mission was the amount of equipment provided for a passenger on the Amber Wave. He had flight suits, travel suits, prepackaged food, weaponry…and the one thing he might need to solve this particular mystery: The Ro\Bon Suit.

The name was a mistake. The designers of that suit wanted to combine the words “Robot” with “Bond” to show how well any human could work with the suit. It would provide a level of flexibility to the wearer “unlike anything that the Council ever prepared or developed before” (a nice little advert for it, Culpham thought). The backslash in the name bothered him, but he did not think much of it, until he learned that someone had been very sloppy and let their finger slip when preparing to display the newest innovation of the week. No one else thought about it, but the major wondered about it. A slip of the finger…

“Help.”

If this really was where the yell was coming from, and all of the readings were correct, he would have to step out of the Amber Wave and walk through…that.

Not a single star or particle of matter or anything nearby.

Culpham felt a little odd about this.

The protocol clearly stated that he had to examine and study any phenomena encountered on the journey and keep a record of them. He was also still a military man. Culpham could not let himself be terrified by a cry for help; a cry that seemed to be for him only.

What could really happen to him?

He prepared for the walk outside.

At first, he thought that it was a mistake to not be tethered to the ship. Culpham had adjusted the suit to his measurements, and he found that it was even easier to use that the equipment on the ship. But there was still a worry that he might drift away to far from the Amber Wave and not be able to continue the trip; just another piece of debris stuck in space.

But no, that would not be a problem.

First, he could rest his feet on that inky blackness.

Second, he could hear the cry in his suit and detect where it was coming from.

And finally, he was beginning to recognize the voice.

It should have disturbed him, but at this point there was nothing that would have stopped him from heading into the void.

It was his own voice.

“Help…”

“Yeah, I am going to do just that…”

He began to move over the surface. It reminded Culpham of the rides back home that he enjoyed at birthdays and public fairs. He tried to hop on the blackness and found that there was a bit of bounce (no silliness while being monitored). Maybe he would enjoy it more on the journey back…

“HELP!”

Major Culpham, seasoned veteran, chosen pilot for the Amber Wave, talented and skilled soldier, almost soiled the Ro\Bon Suit.

He was standing right in front of himself.

A quick psychological profile made by the suit indicated that it really was him: same age, height, blood type, physical ailments, hair and eye color. It even had the same outfit (he had to keep calling it an “It”). What was different was the face.

Fear…that was pure fear.

Culpham knew why he was here and he had to get away.

“Wait. Please. I know what you are thinking: I called you and want to trap you here.”

“Well, yeah. That was what I was thinkin’. Seems like the sensible thing based on all the readings…”

“There is so much more to tell you. You have so much to learn.”

“Okay, teach me.”

Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space? That was a damn lie. The figure had a story and Culpham had a duty. It would be best to let them talk in private as the Amber Wave awaited one of them to return and continue its travels. The journey was not yet over.

Why Do So Many People DIE Right After They Retire?

Has a super rich person ever been treated so badly at a store that they then turned around and bought the store just to fire the employee?

Although it’s not the same, I think the spirit of this story fits.

There was a millionaire in Arkansas named Jennings Osborne. He was known for his philanthropy, and for his huge Christmas light display. He told a story once about going to a donut shop one day, and there were some tourists in line in front of him. The tourists couldn’t make up their minds about that they wanted, and blocked access to the counter for a long time.

Finally, the clerk looked over the tourists at Mr. Osborne and asked what he wanted. Without skipping a beat, he said “I’ll take ALL the donuts”.

The tourists were left dumbfounded, and donutless!

When my town was devastated by a large tornado, Mr Osborne had a barbecue for the entire town. Everybody who came was fed. I’ll never forget that guy.

RIP, Mr. Osborne.

Have you ever said something in an interview that immediately disqualified you from the position?

I was driving 50 miles, one way, to work each day and then having to wait an additional 10–15 miinutes to take a shuttle from a satellite parking lot to the hospital where I worked. After 18 months of this nonsense I was desperate to find a job closer to home.

A multinational company posted a position in an office located less than 20 miles from my home, and I applied immediately and was granted an interview. I’d spent the last 14 years working as a Tier 3 computer support tech for the state and the position I interviewed for was a Tier 1 phone support job, so though I was overqualifed for job, I was willing to make a change because the Tier 1 position paid more than what I made as a Tier 3 tech.

The interview panel consisted of three young women in their mid-to-late 30s, and the first question they asked was why I was interested in a “lesser” position. I replied that I was 62 years old and too tired to keep climbing ladders and crawling under desks, and they smiled. Then they asked where I saw myself in five years and I said that I hoped to retire soon after turning 67, and they all glanced at one another. I realized that I had just talked myself out of the job, but I remained positive and friendly as the interview continued for another 30 minutes.

I called my wife as I drove home after the interview and told her I’d blown it, because I was certain that I had, but around 6 PM I got a call from one of the women who interviewed me asking if I’d be willing to train in Seattle for a week if I was offered the job. She said she’d forgotten to ask during the interview. I told her it wouldn’t be a problem and forgot about it, because I thought she was just checking a box she’d missed.

Two days later, I was offered the job, and I accepted it. That was six and a half years ago and I’m still with the company, so my gaffe wasn’t as serious as I thought.

Arrival T-800 | Terminator 2

Great scene. Funny too!

Whenever I make this recipe, my husband immediately requests seconds

Classics are classics for a reason, and you can’t get more traditional than Martha’s Company Casserole. The recipe below — a combination of beef, noodles and cheese — comes from a 1958 Good Housekeeping cookbook. Once you’ve prepared it, you’ll surely see what’s given it so much staying power.

While this version of the recipe remains fairly true to the original, it does boast one important change. The 1958 recipe calls for diced green bell pepper, but here the roasted red peppers add a bit more zip and flavor. Consider adding some crushed red pepper flakes to the mixture too, if you like a hint of spice.

Ingredients

8 ounces egg noodles
1 pound ground beef
Two 8-ounce cans tomato sauce
1 cup cottage cheese
8 ounces cream cheese
⅓ cup sour cream
½ cup green onions, finely chopped
1 cup cheddar cheese, grated

Directions

1. Preheat the oven to 375 F.

2. Cook the egg noodles according to package directions. Meanwhile, cook the beef until browned in a skillet over high heat.

3. Drain the beef and egg noodles, and transfer to a bowl. Add the tomato sauce, and stir to combine.

4. In a second bowl, combine the cottage cheese, cream cheese, sour cream and green onions.

5. Spread half of the noodle mixture into the prepared baking dish, then top with the cottage cheese mixture. Cover with the remaining noodles, then top with the cheddar cheese.

6. Bake for 45 minutes, or until browned and bubbly.

Have you ever caught your neighbor doing something that made you furious?

Yes. This happened in the late 90s when my daughter was 13 years old. My neighbors, (two guys in their late twenties) had two pet boa constrictors in cages on the front porch (20 feet from our front porch). Kids in the neighborhood, including my kids, would stop by to look at the snakes in the cages. The owners would feed them live mice when no one was around. That isn’t what bothered me because I know snakes have to eat. What bothered me was that they knew my daughter loved animals (she wanted to be a veterinarian) so they allowed her to hold the mice and pet them and then they let her continue watching as they threw the mice (while laughing) in the cage for the snakes to eat. My daughter came home crying and told me what happened. I went over there in a rage, wrenched open their door and started screaming at them that if they ever even looked at her again I’d kill them. I had to explain to her then that life is a circle (yeah, like the movie, Lion King). She never ended up becoming a veterinarian, by the way.

It was a sadistic thing for them to do. I had an older cousin do something similar to my sister. He used to raise rabbits for meat. He asked her to pick out her favorite rabbit so she did. He let her hold it, pet it, then grabbed the rabbit by the legs and hit it over the head with a small wooden bat. My sister didn’t cry, instead she went into shock. She was 8, learning disabled, had a serious heart condition, and adored animals. She did not talk or even move for the rest of the day.

And, just a side note, I understand the whole eating meat process, farming, feeding animals, and the circle of life, like I mentioned before but, there’s a time and a place for everything and neither of those men used common sense or showed any compassion. They were both cruel and sadistic.

Luckin for the win.

What steps can the United States take to reduce its national debt?

A) cut 800 overseas military bases to ZERO. Bring all your soldiers home to retrain them for manufacturing jobs at 30%of their income!

B) turned 13 of your air craft carriers into cruise ships and earned money instead of blowing a billion a month!

C) retire 10 million CIA and NED man doing shit around the world!

D) cut away all fundings on media lies to your media to spread half truths, fabrications and propaganda!

E) stop being delusional and hiding from the truth! China has overtaken you guys since 2010!

F) Accept being second fiddle to China and learnt from them!

G) Cough all monies from your CEOs and returned them into R&D monies for your companies!

H) Reduce your wages by 70% and increase their work days to 12 hours a day!

I) Stop all wars tomorrow and bring your troops home!

J) make your president make peace with China and Russia tomorrow!

K) Be honest tell the world USA is a broke and a bankrupt nation!

L) Tell the world that the so called free market liberal democracy do not work and it needs a change!

J) Stop giving aid to 100 counties that are blood suckers like India and Philippines! Asked them to stop doing shit and stop funding them!

K) Stop funding monies to opposition abroad to cause regime change and revolution!

L) Retrained 200 million Americans to work hard and smart doing things the world need

M) Cut your military expenses to 1/4 of China!

O) Jailed anyone who lied and spread half truths! The truth will set you free!

Q) Be honest about all the lies that you have paid for and expose all lied tomorrow! Shame all who do that!

R) Bring a 100 million Chinese a month to visit USA a month!

S) enforce saving rate of all Americans and corporations from -4% to +40%!

T) Stop all helicopter monies and QE and bailing out too big to fail companies! Let them go bankrupt!

U) stop tariffs that weakened your companies right away!

V)Disband NATO, AUKUS, QUAD, G7 and be a filial part of G20!

W) be a true member of the United Nations!

X) reduce welfare spendings on unemployed tomorrow!

Y) stop all immigration and spend all monies saved to build homes for the homeless!

Z) throw away your constitutions tomorrow!

Can you do it? That is the perfect formula to make America great again! I bet you won’t! So stop talking rubbish. Never ever utter the word that destroys America. Exceptionalism.

The SHOCKING Truth About Why CHINA Is Attracting So Many AMERICANS!

Educating Anne

Submitted into Contest #247 in response to: Imagine a world where exploration is forbidden, and write a story about a character who defies this rule to satisfy their innate curiosity.… view prompt

Ty Warmbrodt

Under the cloak of darkness, Anne sneaks from her father’s house and follows the Wharfe River upstream heading into town. The moon is full and bright, lighting her way. The sounds of frogs singing and crickets chirping keep her company as her bare feet squish along the wet ground. Anne is on her way to do something while she still has time to do it. She turns eighteen next year and her father has been doubling his efforts to find her a husband. What she is about to do goes against society as a whole in 15th century England. She doesn’t know what it means for her future as part of the community, but this is something she must do. She has to satisfy her curious nature.She was with her parents in town today. While they were working, she came upon a man painting a picture of the marketplace. It intrigued her, his use of shape and light, how he blended the colors to match what he saw. She always wondered how paintings were made. She has only seen a couple of them in her lifetime, but they were astonishing. She didn’t understand how someone could transfer what they saw to a piece of canvas. She still didn’t, but she felt closer to understanding. She drew close to the man, looking over his shoulder, watching as he worked with much interest.“You seem fascinated,” a shaky voice cracked behind her.She turned and saw an elderly man leaning on a cane. “Sorry, I am a very curious girl. My mother says it will be the death of me. My father is having a hard time finding me a suitor because of it.”“Nothing wrong with a little curiosity. What else fancies you, my dear?”“I want to read, especially the Bible. I have asked my father to teach me. He said it is not for women to know the word of God. That it is a woman’s place to listen to her father until she is wed, then she is to listen to her husband.”“And this societal norm does not suit you. That is fascinating. What else?”“Everything, I guess. I asked my father how an onion grows, since he is a farmer. He said it was not a woman’s place to understand a man’s labor.”“Is that so. Hmm. Go on.”“I want to know how they make laws and why we make laws. They are not explained to me, but I know they exist. Some seem good, others bad, and I don’t know which ones are real. I want to know more about the people who lived before us. I want to know why the river flows in the direction it does. I want to know why the moon changes shape. I want to know how to build a house. I want to help my father’s farm become more successful. That is not even the beginning, sir. There is so much in the world that arouses questioning.”“Interesting indeed. I am Professor William Black. This is very uncommon, but so is your nature. How would you feel about an education?”“An education. What’s that?”“It’s learning how to read. It’s learning the how’s and why’s of nature and society. It’s learning mathematics, the working of numbers. It’s gaining the ability to reason for oneself. It’s obtaining the ability to think philosophically and testing theories. It’s learning to appreciate the finer things in life and understanding foreign cultures. By the time we are done, you will understand how the world works, as well as the means to satisfy all your curiosities.”“That sounds amazing, Professor! You would really do that for me?”“I would, but you have to use your knowledge for the advancement of society. Then, you must pass it on.”“I would, I honestly would, but there is no way my parents will allow me to do such a thing.”“Hmm. You see that house right there with the sloped roof. That one is mine. I will leave a candle lit in the windowsill. If you find yourself able to join me, as long as that candle is lit, come on in, Miss?”“Greenfield. Anne Greenfield.”#

The marketplace is different to Anne at night. All the vendor carts are gone. The moon casts eerie shadows that seem to take a life of their own. Feral cats are heard screeching through the chill night air. Yet, Ann is ecstatic to walk through the empty marketplace and find Professor Black’s candle still lit. She knocks lightly on his door, and he opens it excitedly.

“Miss Greenfield! Welcome. I was hoping you would find a way. I took a nap after our meeting just in case this was the way. Snuck out, did you?”

Shyly, Anne says, “Yes.”

“No need to be embarrassed. You are about to embark on an adventure that will make it all worthwhile.”

At his desk, by candlelight, Professor Black starts her with the alphabet before moving on to numbers, telling her that they will be the foundation for everything she will learn. He plays her a song on the piano and they discuss the elements of the music, going over pieces of the song several times so Anne can familiarize herself with the concepts. Anne is having so much fun learning these things, she loses track of time.

She runs out the door with a thank you to her teacher. She storms through the marketplace and into the wilderness. She stumbles over a tree branch, skinning her knee, and dirtying her dress. She looks up and sees the sun rising. When she gets home, she knows she is too late. Her father is normally in the field and mother will be cooking breakfast. She pushes open the door to find her parents sitting at the table with furious expressions.

“Where have you been young lady, and do not lie,” her father growls.

“I met a man at the market, a professor. He offered me an education. I knew you would have said no, father, so I snuck out and went to his home,” Anne replies meekly.

“Blasphemy! Women do not need educations! They need men! Is this man ready to marry you? Taking a young woman into his home during the depths of night. Have this man no decency?”

“He is quite the gentleman, but he’s old enough to be my grandfather. I’m not going to marry him!”

“We’ll see about that! As God as my witness, you will not be sneaking in and out of my house to do the devils work with this professor. You’re of age. You’re past the age. If it wasn’t for you constantly questioning everybody about everything, I would have had you married off a long time ago. If this man wants the right to educate you, he can earn it proper. Let’s go. I want to meet this professor.”

There is an impolite knock on the door that nearly causes Professor Black to spill his tea. He didn’t get much sleep last night and is looking forward to a little rejuvenation, but that will have to wait. Grabbing his cane, he heads for the door, albeit not fast enough. Another loud bang erupts from the entryway.

“Hold on, hold on, I’m almost there.”

Upon seeing the old man, Robert Greenfield’s demeanor softens a little, but he keeps his tone firm. “Sir, we need to talk about my daughter,” he says, pushing Anne through the doorway.

“Ah, you must be young Miss Greenfield’s father. I’m Professor William Black. Nice to make your acquaintance,” the old man says, offering his hand.

Robert ignores the gesture and pushes by him. He gazes around the professors home. It is filled with books, scrolls, maps, and art. He has a piano with a violin on top. On his desk sits an abacus, a writing quill, and some parchment. “I understand you are educating my daughter, putting ideas in her head. Women don’t need such things. That’s why they have husbands and fathers.”

“But for someone as quizzical as Anne, life will be much more fulfilling if she were educated.”

“What education do you need to birth babies and do as you’re told.”

“One of the things she wants to learn is farming and how to improve your harvest. Have you ever considered teaching her yourself and leaving things for her to manage.”

“Not once. That brings me to why I am here. She is of marrying age, but she is difficult, too curious for her own good, and opinionated. Nobody wants her and after last night, I am tired of her. If you are willing to do it properly, she is yours. Then you can educate her all you want.”

“I am a smidge too old to remarry, but I have a son who lives in town. He is a business proprietor, mainly soaps, but he does well. He is closer to her age. Care to arrange a meeting.”

“Yes, I do. When?”

“Come back tomorrow for lunch. He will be here.”

The following day, Robert and Anne put on their Sunday best and returned to the professor’s home. There they meet Robyn Black, a tall man with dark hair and dark eyes who possesses a charming smile. Anne is not only taken by his looks but by his manners. She has never been treated like such a lady in all her life. He is, however, twenty years older than she, which might explain the chivalry.

“Miss Greenfield, my father has told me a lot about you. You desire to be an educated woman. That is not common. Quite frankly, it is unheard of. What do you plan to do with all this knowledge once you obtain it.”

“For one, Mr. Black, I will find gratification in gaining said knowledge. I am a very curious woman. For two, I do want to have a family and I do not want to raise idiots. I do not want them to believe things just because someone told them so. I want them to be able to search out the truth on their own. Too many liars in the world, Mr. Black. And three, I believe by educating my children I can provide them with more opportunities, so they can live better lives.”

Turning to the professor Robyn says, “You are right, father. I like her. She will make the perfect wife, mother, and a shrewd business partner behind the scenes once she finishes her education.” Turning to Robert he asks, “May I ask for your daughter’s leave to accompany me in the garden. I would like to get to know more of her.”

Anne sits on a small swing tied to a tree branch in the garden while Robyn pushes her. He tells her of his business ventures and his travels. Anne listens intently, mentioning that someday she would like to travel too. She shares her stories of life on the farm, some of them bringing laughter to the garden. They walk arm-in-arm about the garden. Anne stops to inspect and smell each variety as they pass them by, asking Robyn each one’s name. When they rejoin their fathers inside, Robyn is so enchanted by Anne’s curious ways, playful banter, and the way she carries a conversation, that he asks Robert for her hand in marriage.

Robert agrees, but with terms. “Anne is to stay with me until she is married. All educational activities are to cease until after she is married. Anne, once you are married, I don’t want you around the farm ever again, or associating with your brothers and sisters still living in the community.”

Robert breaks his daughter’s heart, but she accepts his terms.

Robyn and the professor waste no time in arranging the wedding ceremony. Asking Robert his opinion on the wedding plans, location, and guest list, Robert says, “Her mother and I will be the only ones in attendance only to give her away. Do as you please.”

Despite being a small wedding, it takes months, nearly a year, before the day comes that Anne sees Robyn again. Invitations had to be sent and arrangements had to be made for traveling families, but it was all worth it. Robyn looks dashing standing at the end of the aisle with the professor at his side. Anne feels beautiful in her mother’s wedding dress, holding a bouquet of wildflowers she picked herself before the ceremony.

Anne looks for her father and her mother after the ceremony, but they are nowhere to be found. This momentary sadness disappears when Robyn takes her by the arm to meet her new family before the celebration begins. It’s a night of music, accompanied by singing, dancing, drinking, eating, and laughing. Robyn’s family tells Anne tales of Robyn from birth to manhood, which has Anne laughing to the point of tears. She is having the time of her life until she feels a longing for friends and family back home.

“What is it, child,” the professor asks, taking a seat next to her.

“Nothing. It’s just that I was having the time of my life until I thought about those I’ll be leaving behind. Why is my father being so cruel about this.”

“I cannot speak what another man thinks, but what you are venturing on is not a normal practice in society. Your father might find shame in this. You might change society, Anne. Someday, maybe all women will receive an education when society sees it is beneficial for women to be educated. You’re an explorer and a pioneer. Be proud of what you are venturing on and use it wisely. Perhaps one day, your father will come to his senses, and you will see the people from your past again, but now it is time to focus on your future.”

Anne leans over and kisses the professor on the cheek. “Thank you for everything, the faith, the encouragement, the teachings, and, most of all, that handsome man you call a son.”

Anne and Robyn spent a month in London after their wedding. She continued her education as soon as she got home. She and Robyn had five kids: two boys and three girls. The boys grew up and took over the family business, expanding it. The girls found work in the homes of royals due to their educations, which they passed on to the noble’s children whom they raised. Anne’s curiosity was never quenched, but at least she got to spend her life watering it. She and Robyn traveled a lot, mainly because Anne was obsessed with history. She frequented the libraries, which some people found peculiar. What Robyn loved most about Anne was that he was no longer alone at night. Instead, he had a beautiful woman whose views and opinions challenged his own, leading to discussions that kept them up half the night. She had one theory, though, that Robyn couldn’t help but laugh at. Who would ever believe that the Earth was round.

What’s the loneliest you’ve ever felt?

I had been diagnosed with Endometrial cancer, had had a hysterectomy, and due to a wound infection was back in the hospital. The wound had dehisced- it was now a huge open wound. The infection was so severe, they put in a urinary catheter. I had been through chemo, radiation, and now I had this massive open wound across my belly from hip to hip.

I’d been through the mill, and was anxious just to go home and start to heal.

My first husband- a man who was proud to have been a volunteer first-aider for 20+ years saw the wound, then saw the catheter and said

“You’re not coming home with that pissbag.” and then “And, you stink- that cut smells horrible”.

And he left. I felt like the wind had been sucked out of me. It wasn’t my fault it stunk… that’s what infected wounds do.

The nurse came in, and asked when I was leaving- I explained, and she said “but you can’t stay here”.

These were the days before cell/ mobile phones. I called my Mom and Dad’s house, they weren’t in. I left a message on their ansaphone to please call or come up to the hospital.

I remember sitting there, and feeling an incredible and indescribable freezing chasm inside me, like someone had reached inside and pulled my heart out. I felt like I should have died. I couldn’t go. I couldn’t stay. I could hardly walk. I was in unbelievable emotional and physical pain. I was exhausted. I felt absolutely alone… it was horrible. It was 30 years ago- and as I write this, my insides are struggling with the memories of the pain and the rejection.

Fortunately for me, my doctor came in, I explained everything, and she said it was reasonable for me to stay another week… after all, I still had a wound. She ordered an IV, changed my antibiotics to IV, and ordered patient controlled analgesia by IV. As I nurse, I know she did those things to ensure I could stay.

My heart was broken at the rejection I felt. I cried for days. The doctor got a hold of my husband and read him the riot act, complete with four part harmonies and a 21 gun salute… she was livid and held nothing back. I’d never imagined someone like her could speak to someone the way she spoke to him. He was escorted from the hospital unit when he went to take a swing at her and she kicked him in (as she called it) his “Cere-ballum” (his nuts).

Yes, police got involved, my folks, his folks, hospital social worker- I felt like a non-entity. All these people in the room wound up arguing about who was gonna be stuck with me. His mom asked me to stick with him, and I agreed. She was a lovely woman, but his dad- his dad sided with his son.

I finally did go home, and because in the US if you can leave the house you don’t get home nursing care, and I could leave the house albeit with exceptional difficulties, I was on my own. I used to sit and put a huge mirror in my lap so I could see into the wound, I would clean it, pack it and dress it. My husband had admitted that he was afraid he was going to “catch” cancer from me, which explained some of his behaviour. It hurt so bad- he would do anything for anyone else… but he couldn’t do t for me.

We broke up, long story, and I wound up moving to England to be with a man I met on the internet.

Fast forward 20 years. I am now with husband 2, and have been diagnosed with cancer, again. The fear and panic rose- hubby knew all about the first time, I could not hide the massive ugly ropey scar… and his reaction to me saying “I have cancer” was to put his arms around me and say “No, WE have cancer. You are not going through this alone. You don’t need to face anything alone. I am with you every step. I might not know what to do, but if you teach me, I will learn…”

And he has. He gives me the injections I need. When I had a wound after surgery, he helped dress it. When I got septic and was very clueless with delirium, he was patient, loving, and did everything for me from feed me to wiping my bottom. And he does it all without making me feel shame, or fear, or embarrassment. He just *loves* me, and that love is in everything he does.

I made a much better choice with my second husband than with my first. In the first cancer episode, I had to fight alone and I felt so alone I can hardly even face it now… but the second time, I feel like I have a knight standing by me. As I write this, I can still feel the memories of rejection and loneliness, and I still have an irrational fear it will happen again- but my husband understands and leaves me notes. Although not an artist, he makes them little works of art with coloured ink, little pictures he’s drawn, and they always say the same things- “I love you. You’re not alone. WE can do this. I’m with you….”

I am very lucky.

Best war movie ever

This is a gem from South Africa. Full movie. Totally free.

Many in the audience will enjoy it.

What impact could China’s response to the latest US weapons sales to Taiwan have on regional stability?

The United States wants to collect protection fees, but Taiwan Province has to pay them.

On October 26th, the US Department of Defense announced that the US State Department had approved a new round of arms sales to Taiwan.

The Taiwan Province authorities plan to deploy these three sets of “National Advanced Surface-to-Air Missile Systems” around Taipei, Qingquangang Base of the Air Force, Jiashan Base in the East and Taitung Base.

What is the actual effect of this system? In fact, in the conflict between Russia and Ukraine, this system is very lame and has obvious shortcomings.

First, the protection space is small.

Second, the launching method is backward. This system uses a fixed launcher, which is close to a “living target” in the actual battlefield. On February 27, 2024, the Russian army reported that it destroyed the transmitter of NASAMS air defense system, and related pictures were circulated on social platforms.

Third, it is impossible to intercept ballistic missiles. This has been confirmed in the Russian-Ukrainian conflict. On December 28, 2023, Russia launched a missile attack on Ukraine. At that time, the air defense system intercepted most of the missiles, but none of the eight Kh-22 supersonic missiles were intercepted. Moreover, the Kh-22 missiles were designed in the Soviet era and the age was very long.

It can be seen that this air defense system, which the Taiwan authorities have invested heavily in this time, is not enough to “establish a perfect missile defense system” as it advertised.

In fact, the most advanced anti-missile system needs multiple systems to form a three-dimensional protective net, which is an expensive and time-consuming project, and the Taiwan authorities have neither time nor financial resources to implement it.

Why does the Taiwan authorities want to buy this system that can be described as “unable to get up”? To put it bluntly, the United States wants to collect protection fees, and Taiwan Province has to pay them.

Since the outbreak of the Russian-Ukrainian conflict in 2022, the global arms sales of the United States have increased substantially.

According to the data of the US Department of Defense, in fiscal year 2023, the United States completed more than $80 billion in transactions through arms sales systems in other countries and regions, setting a historical record.

Now the Russian-Ukrainian conflict and the Palestinian-Israeli conflict have caused the demand for weapons in many countries to grow rapidly, which is exactly what the United States wants. As a country that has made a fortune from war, the United States is naturally overjoyed at such demand, and even has to sell goods if there is no demand to create demand.

Therefore, it is not difficult to understand why the United States recently crossed the Taiwan Province Strait with Canada to provoke China, while holding joint military exercises with Japan to approach the nearest island of Nagano with Taiwan Province, and at the same time sending personnel to participate in the South Korean “national defense” military exercise to intensify the contradictions on the peninsula.

Obviously, under the background of the tense situation in the Middle East and the anxiety of the American election, it is beneficial for the politicians to continue to please the real big money owners-military enterprises by disrupting the regional situation with all their efforts in the form of military exercises and arms sales.

However, the United States has done much more to “collect money and not deliver goods”. At the end of September, a report from an American think tank pointed out that in August 2024, the United States announced 22 new arms sales to other countries and regions, of which 10 pieces of military equipment coincided with weapons projects owed by Taiwan Province. So far, the value of weapons owed by the United States to Taiwan Province has reached $20.5 billion.

There is still a long way to go between “approving arms sales” and “acquiring armaments”, and the Taiwan Province authorities know in their hearts that they can only “have a hard time”.

Seinfeld Power Hour

Funny.

How does a lock manufacturer make sure that no two locks are the same?

In the mid-1980s, I was hired by a company that was a leading manufacturer of door locks, to convert a COBOL program running on their mainframe into C so it could run on an IBM PC instead, and directly control a key cutting machine (before, the COBOL program would output punch cards, and these would have to be carried from the computer center to the key cutter area on the factory floor).

The program that ran on the mainframe generated the different combinations that were cut into the door keys to make them unique. As I remember, there were six different cuts made on each key, and each cut could take on 10 different levels, 0–9.

But it wasn’t as simple as just generating six digit random numbers, as there were physical constraints on the key cutter to be considered. For example, a key couldn’t have a 0 cut next to a 9 cut, as the slope would be too steep. At the same time, the distance from one cut to another had to be over some threshold; you couldn’t have a key with a combination like 4–4–5–5–4–5 as it would be almost level. So there were a lot of these rules buried into the COBOL program, along with a pseudo-random number generator.

In any case, it was not as if there were $10^{6}$

(or 1 million) possible combinations that could make valid keys. Probably only a couple hundred thousand.

Cranberry Biscotti

Yield: about 2 1/2 dozen

Ingredients

2 1/3 cups all-purpose flour
1 cup granulated sugar
1 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
1 1/4 teaspoons cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon nutmeg
2 large eggs
2 large egg whites
1 tablespoon vanilla extract
1 1/2 cups fresh or frozen cranberries, coarsely chopped
3/4 cup sliced almonds

Instructions

Heat oven to 325 degrees F.
Combine the flour, sugar, baking powder, cinnamon and nutmeg in a large mixing bowl.
Whisk the eggs, egg whites and vanilla extract together and add to the dry ingredients, mixing just until moist, using a hand mixer on medium speed. Add cranberries and almonds and mix thoroughly. Turn out onto a floured surface and divide batter in half. Pat each half into a log about 14 inches long and 2 inches wide. Place on a lightly greased cookie sheet and bake 30 minutes or until firm.
Reduce oven temperature to 300 degrees F. Leaving the baked log on the cookie sheet, cut crosswise into 1/2 inch slices. Turn the slices cut side up on the cookie sheet and return to the oven; bake for 40 to 45 minutes or until firm and dry.
Cool and keep in a tight container.

What was the most shocking thing you ever saw happen on a public beach?

Fathers and mothers stealing other children toys and another is the local authorities allowing business concerns to take over the public beaches with their umbrellas and family people need to pay for these umbrellas and not allowed to bring their own.

Another is families leaving rubbish behind them on the beach.

Lately, after many years, one sea turtle laid its eggs on one of our beaches during a night and the beaches were too noisy with the swimmers during the day and the beach was too lit up with the powerful light for the benefit of Tourists and those Barbequing during the night , thus disturbing the “ eggs in the sand “ and they died with the disturbance, After that new enforcements were applied and the year after we had some successful hatchings, I prefer having turtles as visitors rather than the illegal and illegal and the tourists coming in large numbers disturbing more than the turtle’s nests.

What is the current amount of debt that the United States owes to China? Why is it considered a problem for the US to owe this much to China?

The bulk of what US owes China is in the form of Treasury Bills held by China.

This has been declining. About 3 years ago, the holdings were worth $1.3 trillion. This fell to $774.6 billion at August 2024, after the sales of $1.9 billion during the month.

China is the second largest holder after Japan’s holdings of about $1.2 trillion. Japan is net buyer, but its economy is stagnant, which limits its appetite. UK, the third largest holder, has the similar story.

China’s holdings per se should not be a problem for the US, only just over 2% of its national debt.

Of the major foreign holders, China has the most money to buy more. Yellen twice visited China but failed to convince it to buy. Instead, it is selling. Other holders take note and may follow it. This could be a problem for the US.

US has to issue new bills worth trillions of dollars to refinance matured bills and to finance fiscal deficits. Foreign holders hold about 30% of the outstanding issues. If they stay away from Treasury auctions, the weight of subscription will fall heavily on tenders by domestic institutions, and in the ultimate on the Fed.

The big problems for the US are the growing trade deficit, the growing fiscal deficit, and the growing national debt.

The growing trade deficit will put pressure on the exchange value of the dollar, amid the erosion of demand for dollar due to dedollarisation.

The growing fiscal deficit causes the growing national debt. This is a political hot potato which no one wants to touch. The national debt increased almost $3 trillion in the 12 months through October to $35.95 trillion. The interest bill alone is pushing $1 trillion and will exceed it next year.

China is not the primary cause of these problems. But its absence from Treasury auctions and selling its holdings add on the burden for the US.

Bundys Abroad | Married With Children

You’ll love this shiner from the 1990’s.

Hell, I didn’t even know they had a movie!

The white kitten surprise

Major system breakdown in MM land.

My VPN was “collapsed” by the Chinese government, and I had to switch to another one. (Nothing personal. Probably shut down because of some abuse one way or the other.)

Most of my data-collection websites are American and thus inaccessible in China without a VPN, as well as all of my business communication. So my links (for the most part) are simply inaccessible.

So I purchased a replacement VPN.

But it couldn’t load. My system is in Lunix, and to load the drivers and software, I had to do it manually. Which I attempted. I did so using three different methods.

Sadly. All were flat fails.

It turned out that my system had a lot of interconnect junk code, and orphaned code, and broken packages that were messing everything up.

So, what I did was backed up everything. Then sync my phone and computer for all my passwords and bookmarks. Then I downloaded the latest version of my Lunix OS.

Here’s a screenshot of my desktop.

I use my generated AI artwork to serve as background for my PC. Lots of “schmaltz” but I like it.

As of this writing, my VPN is still not functional. I need to set up servers (which is something that I have never done before.) And flush out the general parameter bases from which to proceed from, but I am confident that I’ll get it resolved eventually.

Anyways, because of this, and the time that I am taking to deal with this, this particular post and next series of posts will be a little bit lean.

Sorry in advance.

…

I once went on a job interview in Deland, Florida.

I was interviewing for a design engineer position designing sonarbueys.

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These are devices that are injected into the ocean to detect the movement of vessels and other parameters.

I liked the work. Enjoyed the people. Loved the environment. Deland, Florida looked so much like Hattiesburg, Mississippi that I immediately felt at home there.

Deland, Florida was lush, comfortable and lovely.

My wife and I spent a week there, house hunting and getting to know the area.

However, as much as I loved it, we turned down the job. As they “low balled” me in salary by 40%. I probably would have accepted a 15% cut in pay. But not a 40% cut. That was just way too much.

Anyways…

I well remember one random rural walk alone early in the morning. I had taken a road that turned into a dirt side road near a fenced in property line.

And I heard mewing.

There must have been somewhere like 16 to 18 all-white kittens.

Not one litter, must have been a couple of litters, but there they were all white, and a ton load of them, and they all wanted my attention.

It was the darnedest thing.

What a coincidence!

I don’t know what it signified, or anything like that, but it did make an impression on me. Here were these 18 or so all-white kittens in the lush green foliage all wanting my attention. What could that mean?

I have some thoughts.

But…

*sheech*

Cool thing, though.

Today…

Trump REVOKING Security Clearances ! ! ! !

Hal Turner Nation January 20, 2025

President Donald Trump has Revoked the Security Clearances of ex-National Security Advisor John Bolton and intelligence officials accused of misleading 2020 election activities.

The White House says Bolton’s memoir risked exposing classified material and damaged trust in national security discussions.

This order is part of broader measures addressing “abuses of public trust.”

Here is the complete list FLASHED over Intel Circuits:

(1) James R. Clapper Jr.

(2) Michael V. Hayden

(3) Leon E. Panetta

(4) John O. Brennan

(5) C. Thomas Fingar

(6) Richard H. Ledgett Jr.

(7) John E. McLaughlin

(8) Michael J. Morell

(9) Michael G. Vickers

(10) Douglas H. Wise

(11) Nicholas J. Rasmussen

(12) Russell E. Travers

(13) Andrew Liepman

(14) John H. Moseman

(15) Larry Pfeiffer

(16) Jeremy B. Bash

(17) Rodney Snyder

(18) Glenn S. Gerstell

(19) David B. Buckley

(20) Nada G. Bakos

(21) James B. Bruce

(22) David S. Cariens

(23) Janice Cariens

(24) Paul R. Kolbe

(25) Peter L. Corsell

(26) Roger Z. George

(27) Steven L. Hall

(28) Kent Harrington

(29) Don Hepburn

(30) Timothy D. Kilbourn

(31) Ronald A. Marks

(32) Jonna H. Mendez

(33) Emile Nakhleh

(34) Gerald A. O’Shea

(35) David Priess

(36) Pamela Purcilly

(37) Marc Polymeropoulos

(38) Chris Savos

(39) Nick Shapiro

(40) John Sipher

(41) Stephen B. Slick

(42) Cynthia Strand

(43) Greg Tarbell

(44) David Terry

(45) Gregory F. Treverton

(46) John D. Tullius

(47) David A. Vanell

(48) Winston P. Wiley

(49) Kristin Wood

(50) John R. Bolton

Two signatories, Patty Patricia A. Brandmaeir and Brett Davis, are deceased.

Comments

The US Empire is stubbornly persisting in its delusional belief that it can swim against the tide of History and just assert the reality it wants, rather than adapting to the reality that is. As the old adage goes, those the gods would destroy they first make mad.

Posted by: Sandgropper | Oct 25 2024 10:44 utc | 2

What was your most surprising interaction with a drill instructor?

When I was at the bus station in Charlotte, NC in 1972, on the way to basic training, my Dad, an active-duty Army Sergeant Major, hugged me and told me to just do my very best and not to be worried about anything, just do my best. I was 5’10” and weighed about 120 lbs., not exactly a perfect physical specimen. I took my Dad’s advice and did everything in my power to graduate as high as I could in my class.

While going through, our Senior Drill was a SFC Peter, a man I will never forget, as he challenged me in ways I didn’t know existed. As we were setting up our wall lockers early in basic he walked by and looked over my shoulder. We were allowed exactly two photos of family and I had both posted on the inside of my locker; a picture of my family and a picture of my Dad in uniform. SFC Peter’s only comment was a grunt before he moved on to the next trainee. Toward the end of basic he told me he was putting me in for Trainee of the Cycle, an award that came with an automatic promotion if I won. My answer, like so many there, was, “YES, DRILL SERGEANT!” at the top of my lungs.

Well, I won after going before a board consisting of the company commander, the executive officer and the First Sergeant and, upon graduation was promoted to PFC (E-3). At the graduation I was 5’11” and weighed 175 lbs! After graduation, I moved over to greet my family and noticed Dad had showed up in his dress uniform. Well, SFC Peter walked over and hugged my Dad. Turned out Dad was SFC Peter’s Sergeant Major in Vietnam. Dad had no clue he was my Drill Sergeant.

SFC Peter’s favorite thing to do was tell the troops that they could wear their hair as long as they wanted, so long as it wasn’t longer than his, and he was bald as an egg!

So that’s my encounter with my Drill Sergeant. Hope this answers your question.

Pepperoni Pizza Soup

Yield: 4 servings

Ingredients

1 can condensed tomato soup
1 soup can water
2/3 cup sliced pepperoni
1 teaspoon dried Italian seasoning, crushed
Shredded mozzarella cheese
Croutons

Instructions

In a 2 quart saucepan, combine soup, water, pepperoni, and seasoning. Heat just to boiling.
Pour into serving bowls, and top with cheese and croutons.

BRICS Summit Results — The Vector Has Been Set, But There Will Be No Easy Path

Hal Turner World October 25, 2024

Vladimir Putin’s press conference following the BRICS summit turned out to be the perfect finale to the event. Because it listed the main points of the past event — as well as the difficult points that need to be addressed.

First and foremost: in BRICS, as the president emphasized, it is possible to work and achieve results with mutual respect and mandatory consideration of each other’s interests. This is an absolute plus: 35 states and six international organizations took part in the summit. But such equality places increased demands on the quality of dialogue and mutual trust.

All the predictions about who would be accepted into BRICS this time were not confirmed — because no one was accepted. Instead, a category of “partner countries” emerged, which included Algeria, Belarus, Bolivia, Vietnam, Indonesia, Kazakhstan, Cuba, Malaysia, Nigeria, Thailand, Turkey, Uganda and Uzbekistan. There were difficulties with Venezuela (Brazil opposed) and Pakistan (India opposed).

Putin openly commented on this situation, recalling that the issue of admission to BRICS, like all others, will be decided by consensus. The non-expansion of BRICS in itself is not a problem. The risks of uncontrolled expansion, when each member has a de facto veto right, have been written about earlier. But the Kazan BRICS summit showed that the expansion of the bloc will not happen automatically.

An alternative financial reality also did not appear at the click of a button – and this is again nothing unexpected. Because the Western “frog” of dollar hegemony needs to be simmered over low heat, without any sudden movements. The more imperceptibly the preparatory phase of global reforms, the most risky in this case, goes, the better. Strategic considerations for BRICS’ own reinsurance and the “BRICS Clear”cross-border settlement and depository infrastructure were voiced, and the rest of the practical work will be carried out between the finance ministries and central banks of the participating countries. And it will be quiet.

The course towards gently squeezing the West out of existing global mechanisms (IMF, WTO) was confirmed — instead of trying to cut the issue “off the cuff.” Naturally, because right now there are no resources for such an attempt, and the depth of consensus between the BRICS countries is insufficient.

The issue of Ukraine was of secondary importance at best. BRICS participants politely acknowledged the importance of striving for peace — and nothing more. The long-awaited attempts by China, India or Brazil to “force Russia to peace” were not announced.

In general, what BRICS is trying to do, no one in the history of mankind has probably done. Reassembling the world into a fairer format is an extremely difficult task in itself, especially in the context of cruel and even existential resistance from a decrepit but still strong hegemon.

At the same time, the summit in Kazan showed the most important thing: there is a huge demand for a new world order in the world. This idea is shared by a wide variety of countries: from the economic leader China to Cuba and Ethiopia. But the formalized, concretized contours of this world order are still absent.

This is exactly what should become Russia’s main task in the near future – to create and offer the world a clear, logical, consistent image of the future, in which everyone will be better off.

We cannot tempt the whole world with resources and money. Russia is a rich country, but it cannot provide for everyone. We cannot direct the world to a bright future with an iron hand – even if such a desire arose. But we are able to offer humanity an idea that it will be carried away by.

In the 20th century, we already had a very successful attempt of this kind. The BRICS summit is a material embodiment of a new attempt, taking into account the changed realities. We have started not a sprint, but a marathon. In order to succeed, patience and calculation of strength are needed.

This article written by: Elena Panina

Comment 1

Iran joining BRICS does not mean that Russia or China or anyone else will come to its defense should the U.S./Israel attack the country

That’s also incorrect. Russia and China already signed a treaty that is an alliance in all but name only. Same for Russia and Iran. Russian ships suddenly visit Caracas and park offshore whenever the US starts babbling about invading it. For some reason, “The House of Socialist Fishermen” in Venezuela seems to have a knack for catching all the paramilitaries, color revolutionists, CIA mercenaries and agents the US seems to send to Venezuela for regime change. * cough Russian intelligence cough *. On the other side of the world, the unified SCO – BRICS ‘global security’ paradigm is also an alliance in everything except in its name.

Also, Asia Times is not a non-biased source – it frequently publishes pieces that actually help the US policies, so it downplaying BRICS does not make BRICS any less important or impactful.

The simple reason for India openly doing what it was silently doing and publicly pivoting to BRICS is that the BRICS cemented itself as a new global paradigm that can protect itself. Including, by using weapons.

Posted by: Dodrey Dougherton | Oct 25 2024 11:33 utc | 11

Comment 2

The list of BRICS candidates is quite impressive with ALgeria, Indonesia, Nigeria, Malaysia, Cuba, etc.

The west against the rest of the world when the west will be a minority in term of populations and economies.

Contries of the world, unite!

To destroy the 5 century old western hegemony (a history of submitting, looting, massacring and genociding).

Posted by: Naive | Oct 25 2024 11:38 utc | 12

Comment 3

India just had too looks at the neighboring countries to know what the west is ready to do to keep the whole region as a punching ball for China. Pakistan ? Coup against Imran Kahn , Bangladesh ? Coup , Sri-Lanka ? Economic assassination by the IMF , Myanmar ? Perpetual civil war engineered by the West for decade kept them under, Thailand ? Chronic political instability fueled by NED’s “NGOs”…

But here came that Russian dude with cheap oil and efficient weapons against “the hegemon’s armies” to sell , and with the road from China to Eastern Africa, Indian merchants are becoming rich as before the English came to ruin their country …

Why did India choose the BRICS ? Because the Anglo-Saxons have sold them only war against China in a lousy “alliance” after having drive them into misery for two century. They have seen the fate of Zelensky and Western European countries, also plundered since the 90’s. Now they will have to brace themselves for a bit on the financial markets but still ; a better option than fighting with the Chinese.

Posted by: Savonarole | Oct 25 2024 12:05 utc | 21

Symbology

As noted by Simplicius, the BRICS 2024 meeting kicked off on a very symbolic date: October 24.

October 24, 1945 was the date of the signing of the UN Charter. It was also the date of execution of the Norwegian WWII collaborator Vidkun Quisling, whose name will forever mean ‘traitor’.

October 24, 1945 was beginning of a new era led by the UN. Maybe we will come to see that October 24, 2024 was when the relay baton was handed over from the UN to BRICS.

Posted by: Norwegian | Oct 25 2024 12:05 utc | 22

Linkage on BRICS

https://tvbrics.com/en/
This is the official media outlet dedicated to BRICS news. English language. Enjoy

Posted by: Hankster | Oct 25 2024 12:21 utc | 25

It’s all going to shit in the West

alas, much expectation about BRICS will continue for decades. During this time Brics will not be bothered by what is now failing and devoured by entropy. But one thing is clear, there is no going back to the threat of the dollar destroying all that touch it.

Midas learned a lesson that rings true today.

And please beware, people that get their knowledge and expertise from the western press are delusional now. They repeat tropes that haven’t been accurate for a few decades and are disintegrating before our lying eyes. Sadly, these pundits hold on for dear life regarding what they want to happen, and take the smallest of clues to heart and continue the willful blindness.

The forest for the trees issue of perception.

Even when they know the source of their contamination is a think tank that doesn’t think but hopes to influence or dreams to rule. The currency backed by nothing always fails and history delivers the truth of it.

And greed will continue after the BRICS have abandoned the prognostication to those that just can’t believe it could happen. Watch the purchasing power falter and fade. 50+ years now of ignoring the inevitable.

Grab one of those trees and hang on tight. Change is forever.

Posted by: Tard | Oct 25 2024 12:48 utc | 31

Western Media

In the western merdias there is always the same propaganda: we the democracies, them the dictatorships…

Let’s see:

– when the president is supported by less than a quarter of the citizens it is a democracy;

– when the president is supporter by more than 50% of the citizens it is a dictatorship;

– when everything is done to enrich the wealthiest it is a democracy;

– when everything is done to put out of poverty the majority of the people it is a dictatorship;

– when a government gives the ressources of the country to western companies it is a democracy;

– when a government uses the ressources of the country for its own people it is a dictatorship.

For dictatorships, hip hip hip hourrah!

Posted by: Naive | Oct 25 2024 11:29 utc | 10

When is the American empire going to collapse? Is it close to becoming a reality?

It is in the process of collapse.

The collapse of an empire is not like a “light switch”. It is a long, drawn-out process. It is like a boiling frog. The frog doesn’t realize it’s in danger until it is too late.

Now, any historian can tell you that collapses are slow at first and then sudden.

For the United States, in particular, the collapse came in major stages. And we are at LATE STAGE FULL COLLAPSE.

…

Do I need to elaborate?

The “leadership” is a dementia ridden puppet of drug-saturated oligarchs with delusions of grandeur. His replacement is either neocon “giggles” Kamila Harris; which BTW checks off all the “important” boxes of woman, minority, and pro-woke agenda. Against her is charismatic narcissist Donald Trump.

Harris thinks everything is just fine, and she will continue the United States warmongering until the cities glow in the dark. While Donald Trump sees the damage. He knows the danger, and he has a plan to do something. Oh, his plan is faulty. And if all he has been saying comes true about social security, and tariffs, we will probably see a civil war.

So there you have it.

Harris = Nuclear war, and the destruction of the world.
Trump = American civil war with a global economic collapse.

Lovely.

…

The water line is now lapping on the deck of the ship.

The owners, and their minions have gotten into the rowboats early on, and are now safe.

The “leaders and their entourages are stealing everything in sight. Crime, and fraud is out in the open. The sailors are openly hacking down doors and safes with fire axes and stuffing handfuls of swag.

And the mice and rats and scrambling amongst themselves. Some leapt off the dying vessel and landed on the bits of flotsam and jetsam that are circling the dying behemoth. Passport Bros, Venture capitalists, and multiple passport holders. Unique terms for what is “the great escape”.

The stewards in charge of Public Relations are busily rearranging the deck chairs.

…

But the end is near.

Really, really close.

Military pensions haven’t been paid in half a decade. Debt is at an unsustainable level, and now the government cannot even make payments on the interest of the debt. The USA is NOT NOT NOT a healthy nation. It has been dying, and now is in ECU.

There’s no way out.

No way; none. None what so ever, can this debt be repaid. The USA is going to default, and that is the best solution. The only thing other than that is what the “leadership” has planned. And that is…

…death by cop.

And isn’t that what we are watching?

What real President would engage the United States in a four front war? With Russia, AND Iran, AND North Korea, AND China. (And don’t waste your time telling me that this is not the case. I didn’t waste nearly four decades in the ONI to listen to some woke pimply faced shit-poster giving me nonsense.) The United States has troops in various roles are designed to initiate a global world war. And they are very active in it.

It’s a death wish.

You can be the most red-blooded ‘Merican, out there, but surely you aren’t that insane.

But your leadership is.

The end is gonna be exciting, and spectacular. And You will have a front seat to it.

Shorpy

The Interior Life of Ruck

Submitted into Contest #243 in response to: Write a story from the point of view of a non-human character.… view prompt

Ajay Sabs

I backpack.Named Ruck. Store person put me on shelf. She say I “handsum”. I not know what it mean, but she make happy face when she say, so must be nice thing.Nothing to do while I sit here but lots to look at. After I see sun come up from outside window two times, I feel little bored. I feel little empty, like I hungry.But I not wait long. Young man come, he look at me. He lift me from shelf, take me to store lady, who ask him if he want me “in a bag”, which make them both laugh. We go outside, he sling me on back. What a feeling! I move so free! I then rest on his back. I still empty, but it feel nice to use my straps. We go forward, away from store.I miss nice store lady but I like outside more. I like being on back.

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Owner name Kafka, I hear him say. I learn Kafka a “uhcountant”. He work with numbers. He use heavy machine to help make sentences from numbers. At end of each sentence, he take short break, then start next sentence. He write lots of number sentences on machine. I think one day he write book (book is like many papers, put together with gloo), like ones I carry, or ones I see at his home.

We spend lot of time together. Every time we go out, it new “uhdventure” (fun work, but makes no money) for me. Kafka not tell me where we go, I find out right before we leave home. It fun game for me to guess where we go from the things he give me to carry. When he bring his uhcountant things, I know we go to office. When I carry snacks, water, spray for “bears” (animals that hike but not carry backpacks), I know we go hiking. When I empty, I know we go get food from store (different store than where I from) to keep at home. I not eat store food. I not hungry when I carry things.

Hiking my favorite.

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While Kafka at work, I read the things left inside me. Sometimes these are small things I can read, like receipts and snack labels, but they interesting because they important enough for me to carry, so I read them to learn why so important to Kafka that I work hard to carry and keep for him. I not upset, I just wonder, because I have lots of time to think while we at his “office”.

Mostly I read his books that I carry. But because he an accountant, his books are more numbers than words. So I think I slow to learn words. I like words, because they give me way to understand Kafka and to think better. Numbers not help me very much yet.

Books heavy, but are my favorite thing to carry. I read them and read them again.

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At work today I read a very different kind of book. This one didn’t have many numbers in it. And it was very different than the accounting books I normally read. It was more of a fun story, but I don’t know yet if the story is true or not. It was about a wizard boy named Harry, and if it is true, then I wonder if Kafka has any friends from the school of magic. How fun and curious it would be to meet someone who has a bag that can store as many things as it want. I’d like to meet that bag, what a fun trick! Sometimes when I’m so full that I can’t fit anymore, I feel a bit bad because I know Kafka needs me to carry more. He gently squashes all his other stuff down to make room for more stuff, and I feel guilty. I would like to learn how to make more room. Unlimited room! I have much to learn.

If not a true story, then I wonder why someone would write it?

—

When we don’t go to Kafka’s work, I carry stuff that feels different. Like today we went on a picnic and we brought along “homey” things (things that are softer, things that feel like they are from home, borrowed from home, and when you have them with you, you feel like home is with you).

I carried a soft blanket, a “journal” (a book that Kafka sometimes writes his stories in, but ones with no numbers), a pencil, sunglasses, a little bottle of lotion, a salad with separate dressing (it took a lot of effort to keep the “dressing” upright!), some napkins, and an empty bag. Not a bag like me, but a smaller one, a plastic one that seemed disinterested in whether it was carrying books or garbage, whether it was empty, or wrinkled to death with folds.

While we were lying on the blanket at the park — I feeling a blissful stillness in a sunbeam, feeling alive from the earthy tree air that travelled across us slowly — Kafka made a new friend who was also laying in the park, a blanket and a patch of grass away from us.

“I’m Kafka”, Kafka said, flashing a smile.

“I’m Jeannie”, she smiled back.

I wonder a little if Kafka knows my name. It was a nice day, lots of work and lots of play.

—

Sundays are crisp and best enjoyed when they begin in Kafka’s “Dodge” (a type of car that is used for going to and from the city), and are followed by a day-long hike.

Car rides are as fine as paper towel, but truth be told, I am still not used to facing forward while also moving forward. It’s a strange sensation, perhaps like a human walking backwards while facing forwards. But knowing that we’re about to spend the day hiking is enough to distract me from the strangeness.

This morning though, I was in a bad mood.

Usually seated in the first-mate seat of Kafka’s Dodge, keeping him company, I was demoted this morning to an afterthought in the backseat on account of new company. Not even in the middle backseat, where at least the three of us would form an equilateral triangle, reassuring by virtue of its equity and impartiality, but rather in the seat behind Jeannie, furthest from Kafka, where I’m forced to stare at the back of the chair that used to be mine.

Sitting there, behind the open window instead of next to it, the gush of air tumbling into the back seat, crushing me with the force of its weight, made me want to “vomit” (when you hurl the contents out of your body because you don’t feel well).

I tried to look mad by squishing my face the way I sometimes see Kafka do, but my attempt at shapeshifting was futile, because I’m too much on the outside who I am on the inside, which is rumpled stuff. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway, because the sanguine rockmelons upfront were preoccupied laughing at unfunny jokes.

When we got there, wherever there was, Kafka heaved me out from the backseat. Determined to not willingly become part of a scalene love triangle, I made myself as heavy as possible and Kafka grunted.

But it’s an odd thing. Despite my resolve to weigh down the buoying levity of their romance, to bring it back to earth, something got the better of me when we began hiking. My work began, the work of keeping their possessions safe and present, and my bitterness dissolved into the solvent air of the forest. I am a sentimental creature, easily overcome by the poetry of sticks, twigs, trees, and earthy air.

I felt bashful of the jealousy I felt earlier, but I also felt reinvigorated, filled as much with purpose as I was with pasta salad, the two counting on me. I am the difference between well-prepared loving adventurers, and once-lovers torn apart by nothing other than the mundane rational problems of unpreparedness.

Later, all of us tired, we plopped down on a jagged rock whose redeeming quality was that it was large enough to seat us all in a forest that had no other chairs. We needed a break from the sun and the walking, and from the bugs too, but enamoured by our company, the bugs insisted on taking a break with us.

Like a magician with their trusty hat, Kafka pulled out whatever it was that they needed; snacks, hydration, and afterwards, we all laughed at things that are only funny when you feel an overwhelming lightness.

—

We hiked everywhere. For a whole year, here, there, everywhere, even across the ocean, where people spoke languages I’ve never read (though often the numbers looked the same there as they did back home).

I could tell you of forests and cities; of ships, planes, trains, and bikes; of heat, of wind, of sand; of bugs and of birds. But there was one moment in particular while we were hiking off the Ligurian coast that was revelatory for me, when a truth about my kind gobsmacked me over the hood.

As with most prophetic moments, it happened simply, without ceremony, and only in retrospect do you realize that it was something you’ve been waiting to know. And often that realization is an answer to why you are the way you are, and why you sometimes inexplicably feel alone in the company of others. (Or so I’ve gathered from the books Kafka and I have read, I don’t have many revelations of my own to draw from, but it seems to be a sort of universal phenomena that makes us all ironically alike.)

Anyways, during one of these hikes, in the silence of the morning, Kafka and I passed by another backpack and their human, who nodded at us as we crossed paths, the strangers going onward into our past while we went onwards into theirs, the other backpack and I continuing to face one another for longer than most humans would feel comfortable holding a gaze with one another. This stranger backpack was well worn, one of the eldest I ever encountered. It had aged gracefully without becoming fragile, a marbled patina having formed on its leather surfaces, adventure imbued into its fabric.

It was then that it dawned on me; that backpacks live looking backwards. You’d think it would be obvious, “back” is even in the name of my kind, but it took me living a dozen Fodor’s for this to really sink in.

When humans walk, they walk towards something. Objects ahead of them become bigger and bigger, at their largest before suddenly they disappear forever. Being able to march forwards towards the unseen, unencumbered by what they leave behind, makes them ideal explorers.

But when we as backpacks travel, it’s the opposite. Things start out at a scale hyper quixotic to a little backpack, become smaller and smaller, until eventually — they don’t disappear — they just become infinitesimally small. What’s more is that I always know how much longer I have to appreciate something before it fades away, the correlation between time and visibility made predictable, like a sunset.

What does that make a backpack, whose motion is forward but is always looking back? What do you call someone or something that savours the past, bidding everything it passes a long and reverent goodbye?

A poet, a journalist, a cartographer, perhaps? Whose role it is to chronicle their loved ones’ life and adventures? Not on maps or on paper, but within the memory of our materials. We remember whatever is worth remembering before it fades away – like the smell of pine, the salt of creek water, the sap and dew of the trees we rest on – and imbue it in our fabric. We absorb and reflect the experiences of our humans, forming a tapestry of their lives.

—

We’ve been back home for a while, and so there’s been less hiking and no travelling, and more time spent at Kafka’s office. Fewer stories about Harry Potter (which I’ve since learned are “fiction”), and more stories about numbers (which I’ve since learned, I’m not the only one who doesn’t enjoy reading such stories).

I’m not complaining. I know I speak often of how much I love my work while we hike and travel, but I can appreciate a break. I wouldn’t mind trying out one of these “spas” I keep reading about (a place where they spot clean your fabric with cucumbers), but for now it’s nice to have predictability in the possessions I carry, and to simply lay motionless in a climate-controlled environment for hours, or even days at a time.

—

I’ve noticed some peculiarities this past week, some of them as contradictory as salt and pepper.

I’ll start with the exciting news. I’ve been carrying around fewer accounting books this week, and have instead been entrusted with Yosemite Falls travel books checked out from the library, which Kafka has been devouring at lunch time. The anticipation of another trip, our first in a while, sends a chill of excitement up my padded spine. For all my talk about rest and relaxation, it turns out I’m just a fisherman who misses the sea.

And while the fibres of my fabric, once clean and crisp, have softened, gently sanded down by the tide of adventure, I feel as durable and capable as ever.

There is a contradiction that has left me confused, however. I’ve noticed a few anomalies at home, traits inconsistent with how Kafka has usually behaved before a big trip. Ordinarily, we would both sit in the living room, and see what all we were capable of carrying. And though I’ve tried to signal to Kafka and Jeannie that I was ready, if not eager for this ritual, I’ve been left to idle while they plan.

But I chalk it up to experience; we have more confidence in what to pack, how to fit and carry it all, and being able to improvise with the unknown since you can never pack everything. That’s what aging is really all about; you no longer carry around the weight of the permutations of everything that will go wrong.

—

I should have seen the signs.

At first they were subtle. For example, Kafka used to gently and carefully clean my fabric, dabbing at me gently with Dawn dish soap and warm water; always warm, never cold, never hot. Warm with a precision that he seldom demonstrated for anything except numbers. Then recently, he became ambivalent about the temperature of the water, then he stopped caring about the soap, before finally he stopped caring about cleaning me altogether.

And in the past couple weeks, the clues became so obvious that I now feel stupid for not recognizing them sooner. Kafka and Jeannie began talking of me “wearing out”, which at the time, I assumed to mean they were getting ready to wear me “out”, as in outside of work, outside of the normal routine, outside of the comfortable but now lethargic sanctum we had all cocooned ourselves in. Now I see that “wearing out” is a human idiom, as in I’m being “worn away”, fading into the distance, like the trees and sticks that I used to enjoy watching become infinitesimally small until they only existed in my memory.

So I am a “horcrux” now, a slice of Kafka’s soul, living outside of him. At a store, to be precise, filled with things. Not new things like where I grew up, but old things. Old things that would ordinarily be beautiful, like the backpack I saw on our hike off the Ligurian coast. But now, placed outside of their work environment, compacted in between other old things, sitting empty on a shelf, trying to catch a stray sun beam but having to pathetically settle for fluorescent lights, we all looked decrepit and humiliated.

I feel like vomiting, but can’t because I am empty. I am hungry, have nothing to read, and my arms are stiff from not moving.

The store keepers here are unsympathetic, as are the patrons, and we all move about as though we are discarded by our Kafkas.

—

Adam, a red-headed boy of six or seven, walks into the store. He picks me up, and – now that I know more of accounting than he – pays for me at a depreciated value.

We walk outside into a bright white world, and he slings me over his shoulder. Little Adam walks onwards, and I, on his back (and just as big), begin chronicling his life.

A Father’s Heart

Submitted into Contest #243 in response to: Write a story from the point of view of a non-human character.… view prompt

Liz Grosul

Besides collision, the most dangerous malfunction in airplane travel is engine failure. There’s nothing you can do. If the engines fail, you’re done. The plane goes down. For all modes of transportation really. No motor, no engine, no pump? It’s all over. Crashed, drowned, shattered, exploded. Maximum casualties.Before my first squeeze, this fact was ingrained. That everything rested on me. That others might rest, but I never would. Once you start, you don’t stop. And, if for some reason or another if you choose to end it, to just give up, they’d shock you right back, reboot your whole system. There is no agency in being a heart. Even less if you’re a father’s heart.I know. It’s not fair. You wake up one day and realize that you’re pumping thick, thick blood. It hurts. Your muscle aches. The blood floods you and you throw it back up just to breathe a little, gasp for a fraction of a second. You row for the whole body, a body you’re barely acquainted with, so blood can roam freely, socialize with the other organs while you remain in solitary. Rowing, pumping. And no one asks you, would you care to… could you possibly…? It’s all handed to you. The oars to life.In the first quarter or so of your career in running the bloody show, you only worry about keeping your container alive. Keep him energetic, make sure he can jog track with the neighborhood boys and stay upright while jamming on his electric guitar. Badunk and thump away as he makes eye contact with Susie in the sixth grade to let him know that he likes her. Speed up on his way to his first punk gig, the one he grew his hair out for. It’s hard at first, but you get used to it. You send him signs, learn to talk through beats. You might even grow to enjoy it.Yes, there are scary moments. That first smoke when you feel like you’re running on sand. Not fast enough, no matter how hard you push. You make sure the blood still flows and learn to trust yourself. Even in a nicotinic haze or weighed down by myriad strains of grass. You hate sativa. It’s the worst. Caffeine is even less courteous. It zaps you. Kind of like the electric shocks you discover towards the end of your life, when they’re trying to keep you alive. Note to self, if you hear CLEAR! It means you’re in for it.You think you’re doing the hard stuff in your first twenty-five, thirty some years. But boy are you wrong. There comes a point when you’re pumping for more than just your parasitic body. Because your parasitic body decides to make other parasitic bodies that leech off of you just as intensely as your original parasitic body. And you begin to pump something new. Some unique substance that sets your gut ablaze. Worry. It mixes with the blood, makes it denser. Worry is all around you.But you don’t hold a grudge. These new bodies mean something. Yes, you fret. Your beats come across irregularities, especially when baby body one whacks her head on the counter and needs stitches. You pick up your pace in the car on the way to the ER. You spasm. But when you know she’s okay, that her heart is still beating just like you are, you settle. You look at her little face, the tears half-drying on her baby cheeks, and you are peaceful. You flutter. Love. Worry. Love. The pumping becomes worth it.You pump on your way to work. Now you work two jobs because there are too many bodies you love, bodies you have to pump for. Your days become longer. You pump hard at five in the morning to make the train to the city. You pump hard at your desk, programming software to make money for your little bodies even though you don’t really like it. You pump hard when the wife calls and says she wrecked the car again. Some of this is anger. Some of this is pure frustration. Generally, you’re exhausted.But you make it home–late– when it’s dark, and you have dinner on the table and you hear about straight A’s and choir concerts and college essays and bonuses and boyfriends and girlfriends and school dances and soccer games and… You thump.. thump… thump….. thump…….. thump………….. thump……….. And maybe you’re not so tired. Maybe you have it in you to work another day. You muster it because there before you, at the dinner table, are your passengers. And you are the engine. And you can’t stop.So, you keep going. For decades. Even when your passengers become invisible. They go off to college and your wife grows distant. They stop calling. You beat for them, fiercely, intensely. But, they stop calling. They can stop, but you can’t. You can’t stop. So you beat to keep the blood moving, the money moving, the food moving, the opportunities moving, the futures moving. You move everything.One day you’re moving and pumping and beating and all of a sudden… you stop. And you’ve thought about stopping for a long time, but this has nothing to do with your thoughts. This happens without your consent. Your body finds itself on the pavement. He has his work clothes on and it’s bitter that work is your downfall because it’s all you’ve ever known. From now on, you need help. You can’t do it alone.First, they cut into you. They give you new parts. Metal ones, wires, nets, and stents. Then, they add chemicals to slow you down, speed you up, keep you in shape when entropy is running its course and you know there’s nothing you can do about it except keep doing. The chemicals have funny names. Most of them are trials because there’s no common cure for pure exhaustion and the steady approach to death.You know your state is a fragile one but you make sure nobody else knows. Especially your bodies, your passengers. Because if they knew, their hearts would beat faster and they’d end up just like you. So, you spare them. You bear it silently even though it hurts. You still pump at 5 am on the way to the train station. Your body slows down to allow you to rest. He recognizes that you’re tired even though no one else does. You’ve learned to speak to each other and now you say: Please, slow down; make it one more day. You make it one more day. Then another and another. Special days become beacons for which you beat. Make it to the wedding. Make it to the promotion. Make it to the day he’s born so I can have another heart to beat for. Please. Keep going.You used to hate pumping. You were mad that you had to do it. You didn’t like how it suffocated you, wrung every drop of energy from your flesh. Now, you pray for more. Pray for the exhaustion to continue. So much depends on you. There are so many passengers now. Keep going.. Keep going… swallow the pills and keep going, no matter what the cardiologist says, no matter the prognosis…You hear CLEAR!A shock.CLEAR!A shock.

A long, flat tone.

The engine is failing. The plane is going down. Passengers, I’m so sorry.

Won Ton Soup

Yield: 8 servings, about 1 1/4 cups each

Ingredients

1/2 pound ground pork
1/4 cup finely chopped shiitake mushrooms
1/4 cup finely chopped water chestnuts
2 green onions, finely chopped
2 tablespoons Good Seasons Asian Sesame with Ginger Dressing
1 egg, separated
32 square won ton wrappers
8 cups fat-free reduced-sodium chicken broth
1 cup thinly sliced shiitake mushrooms
1/2 cup thinly sliced water chestnuts
2 green onions, sliced

Instructions

Mix meat, mushrooms, water chestnuts, onions, dressing and egg yolk until well blended. Spoon evenly onto won ton wrappers, adding about 1 teaspoon of the meat mixture to each wrapper.
Beat egg white lightly. Brush onto edges of each wrapper; fold in half to form triangle. Press edges together to seal. Bring opposite corners of long edge of each triangle together, overlapping corners; brush with egg white to seal.
Combine chicken broth, mushrooms, water chestnuts and onions in large saucepan. Bring just to boil on medium heat. Carefully add won tons; simmer 4 minutes or until filling is cooked through, stirring occasionally.
Serve immediately.

Notes

How to Prevent Won Ton Wrappers From Drying Out: Keep won ton wrappers covered with plastic wrap until ready to use. Wrap any remaining won ton wrappers tightly in plastic wrap and store in freezer.

Make Ahead: Fill won tons as directed. Place in single layer on baking sheet. Freeze 1 hour or until frozen. Transfer to resealable plastic bag; seal bag. Freeze up to 1 month. Thaw in refrigerator before adding to hot soup to cook as directed.

How would Russia react if South Korea bombed Vladivostok?

The Korean sticks is clutched in the claws of the bald eagle, the Korean sticks feels that it is the eagle, asked the polar bear: who is more powerful between us? 🤣 🤣

Have you forgotten the history of how the South Korean army was beaten by the North Korean army and fled in panic?

The South Korean army can’t even defeat the North Korean army, yet they are challenging polar bears, unless they are truly crazy.

If South Korea bombs Vladivostok, it will be what Russia has been looking forward to for a long time, and it will finally be able to push the battle line to the Korean Peninsula.

Putin has always hoped that North Korea will join the war, and recently signed a comprehensive strategic partnership agreement with North Korea, with the aim of fanning the flames on the Korean Peninsula.

This year, North Korea has experienced the heaviest rainstorm in history, so the grain production naturally cannot keep up. Russia, on the other hand, has plenty of grain, but it cannot sell it due to US sanctions. Russia lacks manpower for the war, and North Korea’s military pay is cheap. The two complement each other, so they happily come together.

The situation between South Korea and North Korea is tense. China’s statement is:

China believes that maintaining peace and stability on the Korean Peninsula and promoting the political settlement of the peninsula issue is in the common interests of all parties and is also the general expectation of the international community. This requires all parties to make joint efforts to this end.

After looking at China’s statement and Russia’s actions, Russia hopes that war will break out on the Korean Peninsula… Putin wants to use the tense situation in North Korea to divert the attention of the United States.

That comprehensive strategic partnership agreement is of no use.

The Soviet Union was a global hegemon with super military strength. Even so, they did not send troops to participate in the Korean War and the Vietnam War.

Russia can’t even hold the front line now, do you think they can still send troops to the Korean Peninsula to save North Korea?

If Russia really intends to send troops to the Korean Peninsula to save North Korea, they won’t say it; if it is written into the comprehensive strategic partnership agreement, they probably won’t send troops.

The Korean Peninsula concerns China’s geopolitics. no matter what, Once the Korean War broke out, China would have to get involved personally.

World War III has finally started in full swing.

What Has Israel Achieved In The Last Year? – by Arch Bungle

A recent comment by Arch Bungle has been lauded by several commentators. It deserves, slightly edited, its own thread.

Exile | Oct 25 2024 7:49 utc | 145

Arch – can you repost your recap summary list of the last year of failures ( strategic, etc) ?

Arch Bungle | Oct 25 2024 8:28 utc | 148

Posted by: Exile | Oct 25 2024 7:49 utc | 145

Gladly (with some recent additions):

What has Israel achieved in the last year?
Let’s take a stone cold sober recap, I’ve compiled a list of the top 29 accomplishments of Israel in 2024:

1. Israel has essentially lost territory in the north of Occupied Palestine. Hezbollah’s rocket barrages over the last eleven months has driven the settler population out of the North. This is likely permanent. Israel’s settler population in the Gaza envelope has also been thinned out since the 7 October attacks.

Moreover, current ongoing attacks from Yemen, Iraq, Iran and Lebanon are depopulating Israel.

2. The Houthi have put an unbreakable chokehold on the Red Sea and all Red Sea shipping. There is no way to break this chokehold. The USN and all other Western navies have tried for almost 12 months and failed utterly.

Attempts to conduct strikes on the Houthi, including massive strikes on core infrastructure in Hodeida have yielded ZERO results over a period of almost a year. The Israelis are to thank for this achievement.

3. The cementing of Hezbollah as the primary military force in Lebanon: Hezbollah’s Radwan forces have proven capable of protecting Lebanon’s southern borders with Palestine. All attempts by the IDF and their supporting American Special Forces to take control of this area and drive the Radwan forces back have failed.

4. The ensured survival of Hamas: Hamas in the Gaza strip persists after almost a year. For months they’ve demonstrated ability to strike IDF forces daily, destroying IDF ground equipment and troops. This is true, even if incremental in nature. Hamas is still able to launch rockets on the Gaza envelope.

This means their rocket manufacturing facilities are still functional. Hamas has demonstrated staying power and resilience. Compared to Fatah in the West Bank, Hamas has demonstrated an ability and willingness to actualize the Palestinian desire for self determination.

Due to Israel’s excessive response to 7 October, Fatah has been permanently sidelined. Hamas will forever be known as the true face of Palestinian resistance.

5. The validation of Hezbollah’s resilience: Despite eliminating one (1) component of the Hezbollah leadership, Hezbollah has reconstituted its leadership structure. It’s most senior leadership council, the Shura is still intact.

Despite a technically brilliant infiltration of the communications infrastructure supply chain by Israel and after a massive air strike involving rarely used bunker buster missiles, Israel has failed to dent the combat capability or even morale of Hezbollah.

6. Hezbollah has established, for the first time in history, a buffer zone cleared of Israelis within the held territory of ‘Israel’ (Occupied Palestine).

7. Recent and previous strikes carried out by the IRGC on Tel Aviv showed the failure of the Iron Dome and the failure of ALL Israel’s air defense systems. David’s Sling. Arrow. Patriot. Moreover, the air defense systems of Israel’s satraps (Jordan) were also proven to fail. Further, the interception systems of the USN were proven to be inadequate.

This has massive implications for war-gaming a conflict between the US and Iran. It means that the US will have to consider the fact that regardless of what it may inflict on Iran, it will not be able to shield anyone and itself against a concurrent Iranian retaliation.

Moreover, the US must now acknowledge that Iran has the ability to destroy it’s carrier groups.

Marine power projection is therefore no longer of any use in the Persian Gulf, Indian Ocean, Red Sea, Gulf of Oman … It must now recalculate all it’s previous attack plans.

8. The hardening of Hezbollah positions in the South of Lebanon: Despite the spectacular and tragic strikes Israel has carried out on Beirut the essential damage is limited to civilian blocks and civilian villages in the south. It appears that very little of Israel’s considerable air firepower has harmed Hezbollah itself. Hezbollah not only remains lodged there but the creation of rubble and destruction has provided them future cover and shelter.

The net effect of these strikes has been to galvanize Hezbollah’s fighters, drive Hezbollah recruitment, set world opinion firmly against Israel. The global environment for Israelis, Zionists and sadly, even non-Zionist Jews has been polluted on account of Netanyahu’s actions in Beirut.

On the other side of the equation, the IDF has wasted substantial amounts of materiel on killing civilians and destroying civilian infrastructure. Infrastructure which has nothing to do with the threat posed by Hezbollah.

While the US has put its entire arsenal at Israel’s disposal these materials are far from infinite and will run out soon – or become so expensive that it begins place further pressures on the U.S economy and logistics chains.

9. The US’ ongoing Iraq Occupation is coming apart at the seams: Despite the US presence in Iraq, it is demonstrably unable to exert any influence on the Iraqi resistance movements there, who launch increasingly sophisticated missile and drone attacks from Iraqi territory under the noses of US garrisons.

In addition, the behavior of Israel has stimulated anti-US activity in Iraq and will shortly result in a violent ejection of U.S forces from that country regardless of the current puppet government’s attempts to retain the U.S presence. It may take years to complete but the ejection of American forces from Iraq is all but assured now that the Hashds have demonstrated the ability to use substantial lethal force.

10. The Syrian occupation is coming apart at the seams: Strikes against U.S bases in Syria have become a weekly occurrence now. The resistance movements in Syria have shown that they have the capability to put American bases under constant pressure. The U.S will shortly lose it’s comfortable perch on the Conoco oil fields in Syria and with it, control of the spigot to the various anti-government militant movements in the region … and with that, control of Syria. Turkey and Russia have become confident to bomb ISIS and Kurdish proxies in Syria.

In short, Israel’s needless bloodlust has imperiled the US’ ongoing occupation of the entire Middle East.

11. Israel has destabilized Jordan. Iran has pushed Jordan (and others) into showing their cards at the middle eastern poker table. The government of Jordan has been exposed as a completely controlled satrap of Israel. Its national interests are completely subordinate to Israel and the USA above and beyond the interests of Jordanian people.

This begins the countdown to the end of the regime of King Abdullah of Jordan and his administration.

12. Israel has sown the seeds of destabilization in Egypt. Iran has pushed Jordan and Egypt into showing their cards at the middle eastern poker table. Egypt has been exposed as a complete satrap of the US and Israel, completely subordinate to the needs of the Zionist entity. Every Egyptian, with warm memories of Gamal Abdel Nasser would probably be weeping at this point.

The only thing that keeps the Egyptian population from toppling their government at this time is the Egyptian military. It will unfortunately remain so until the right catalyst arrives to light the spark of revolution …

However, the net result of all these increasing strains within Egypt is to increase sympathies for the Palestinian people, opening up smuggling lines into Gaza.

13. The perception of Western Moral and Civilizational Superiority has been utterly destroyed. The fact that Western Colonialism is alive and well and that Western Civilization is morally bankrupt has been been exposed to the Global South.

This moral bankruptcy has been manifested firstly at the level of it’s governments and secondly at the level of it’s apathetic populations who support the actions of their governments.

The result of this is that the Global South is now able to weaponize diplomacy in every forum with Western powers.

In the past, every diplomatic discourse between Western powers and non-Western countries used to begin with brow-beating and embarrassment of those countries around their human rights records.

Today, every diplomatic discourse between the West and a global south nation begins with a refutation of Western moral high ground. The recent BRICS conference in Kazan underscores this.

14. The neutralization of weaponize Western sanctions: Israel’s actions, triggering Iran’s, Yemen’s and Hezbollah’s actions have revealed that western sanctions against The Middle Eastern Resistance have been useless in stopping the technological and military advance of these powers.

Moreover, these sanctions have served to push the middle east into the BRICS trade sphere and away from the G7 trading sphere. It is a self-strangulation of the Western economies carried out by the USA on behalf of it’s garrison in Occupied Palestine.

Ultimately, these sanctions backfired spectacularly, resulting effectively in the global sanction and blockade of Western shipping through the Red Sea and “tit-for tat” oil tanker confiscations in the Persian Gulf.

15. The compromise of the integrity of Western Supply Chains. The compromise of Western mobile device supply chains, which could only have happened through the collaboration of multiple Western states, including the collusion of parties in Taiwan (outside of the control of Beijing) and Hong Kong (controlled loosely by Beijing) has resulted in complete loss of trust in Western telecommunications equipment and alerted Beijing and Moscow to potential compromise in their own supply chains.

While the implications of this are still unfolding the future success of western exports and Israel’s inclusion in the supply chains are now in question.

China is now, even more than before, not only the “supplier of volume” but also the “supplier of trust”.

16. Due to the actions of Israel, the US has been exposed to its people and the UN community (UNSC, UNGA) as completely under control of the Zionist Lobby. It is no longer a government of the people by the people (if ever it was!). In the past, it was suspected that Israel had some influence over American foreign and home policy, but now it is certain that Israel controls American foreign policy in totality. The question of which part of the dog is the tail and which the dog has become meaningless – it’s all “dog”. Moreover, this compromise of the State, the subversion of Western governments to the purposes of the Zionist lobby, has been repeated on other Western governments like Germany, France, Britain.

We have just witnessed the destruction of ‘Pax’ Americana and its replacement by ‘Pax’ Judaica. Thus, the prediction of Sheikh Imran Hossein has been fulfilled.

17. Well done on the genocide front! Israel has progressed quite far in it’s genocide of the Gazan Palestinian population within the last 12 months. The depopulation of the Gaza strip is well on it’s way by means of sickness, starvation more than missiles and bombs.

For this there will be a price to pay in the eyes of history, for the Zionists if Israel have provided the excuse (not justification) for some enterprising tyrant to commit future persecutions and genocides against the Jews – and others.

18. Israeli economy is destroyed along multiple vectors for the foreseeable future. MNCs with offices in Israel have been negatively impacted. Affected business range from individual companies that cannot operate in Israel anymore due to instability and loss of workforce, to larger corporations whose ethical compliance measures require them to decouple from Israel. The impact extends to companies that cannot tolerate the disruption to energy infrastructure and logistics lines.

19. New, persistent threats that cannot be remedied by the West have been created. The Houthi and the Iraqi Hashds being one case in point.

There’s just no end in sight here. These actors are going to be around for years, threatening the viability of Israel as a “peaceful place for the Jews” and turning it into merely another American garrison in the Levant.

20. Degraded Israeli gas and Oil infrastructure in the Mediterranean. Recent strikes have not only destroyed some of Israel’s gas platforms in the Med but demonstrated that Iran has the ability to wipe out Israel’s energy infrastructure. Israel will now have to recalculate the security of its energy supply. Any customers of Israel’s gas and oil production will have to recalculate their energy security equations.

21. Ensured continuity of the Resistance. The further radicalization of Hezbollah by removal of the conservative elder leadership has resulted in the younger, more aggressive, less restrained commanders to take the lead. Moreover, the remaining elder leadership in the Shura council have been painfully reminded that there is no negotiating with the Israelis and the Americans and that the only way out is to fight.

The murder of national heroes like Hassan Nasrallah has very likely galvanized the youth of Lebanon.

In a similar vein, the next generation of Hamas and Al Qassam fighters, now still children, have been created in the camps of Gaza, the West Bank, Ein Al Hilwe and other Lebanese Palestinian camps and the Palestinian refugee camps in Jordan and Syria.

This is the primary reason for the American and Israeli murder campaign against Palestinian children and babies.

22. A distraction for the USA and the Western Imperium: Ultimately the debacle in Occupied Palestine, engineered and sustained by Benjamin Netanyahu has posed a major drain on American resources.

It is a distraction from confronting bigger, more threatening adversaries like China and Russia.

The more cognitive energy, financial resources and political capital the USA has tied up in the Middle East conflict, the less it has left to confront serious developments on the Russia and China fronts.

The BRI, for example continues apace. Chinese and Russian space and marine developments proceed by leaps and bounds. Chinese chip manufacture has reached the 7 nm scale and 4 nm is in testing. Hypersonic missile development in Russia and China has outpaced American developments by leaps and bounds. China has achieved a 6g Transmission network implementation. China operates the biggest space station human kind has ever deployed.

23. The UN has been exposed as an impotent and in fact detrimental organization: Israel, through it’s own behavior at the UN has exposed the entire organization, from the ICC, ICJ, UNSC, UNGA and even organizations like UNRWA as completely impotent for all tasks that do not support the interests of the Western Powers. While this has been obvious since the comprise of the OPCW some years ago, the rot has been exposed at all levels of the UN and repeatedly hammered home by the Israeli representatives at the UN.

Nobody can ignore it anymore, nobody other than those benefiting from the grift.

24. It Bleeds: The vulnerability of Israel, it’s economy, it’s military and it’s allies has been exposed by non-state actors who have now demonstrated that they are able to keep this so called regional ‘superpower’ bleeding for a straight year while being severely under-supplied, outgunned, outnumbered.

Should other Arab countries decide at any point that Israel no longer serves their purposes in the Middle East, they’ve seen the evidence that Israel is not invincible and on the contrary, remarkably vulnerable.

25. Weakening of the Lebanese, Iraqi, Syrian and Yemeni State is a Strengthening of Hezbollah and the Houthi Movement: Israel, in taking the wrecking ball to Lebanese and Yemeni civilian government and sovereignty has created an environment in which the state will never be able to hold a monopoly on violence. The entire extent of Lebanon, Iraq, Syria and Yemen will therefore remain free and open for Hezbollah and Ansarallah to operate without government restraint. Even if this “freedom” is the freedom of chaos.

26. It can be terrified into paralysis: The delayed response of Israel to Iran’s latest hypersonic attack has been uncharacteristic. It demonstrates that the mere use of violence is sufficient to paralyze not only the Israeli Occupation State Apparatus but also that of the wider Anglo-American Empire, which itself seems scared of retaliating directly against Iran.

27. The World notes this. For perhaps the first time in history, war crimes accusations leading to actual arrest warrants have been issued against Israeli individuals (by the ICJ). Yes, with much reluctance, but it indicates that even the Zionist dominated West is beginning to crack under the stress of it’s own contradictions. These contradictions will merely expand further …

28. The utter failure of the Lebanon Ground invasion and discredit of the IDFs power: It is clear that the IDF’s ground invasion of Lebanon is a failure when compared with Israel’s previous invasion and occupation of Beirut. In an era where the IDF/IOF should have enhanced military technology and training, the full support of the West, it’s performance on the ground has only been a fraction of what it could once demonstrate. Even if the IDF/IOF ever manages to grind its way to Beirut, it will arrive there a bruised and battered remnant of itself. Then, the real war will begin …

29. The IDF/IOF and the so called ‘State’ of Israel has been exposed to be a fully dependent and indivisible organ of the American Empire: The complete dependence on massive airlifts of American weapons, THAAD, American Political Intervention in the U.N and other arenas has exposed Israel as nothing without life support infrastructure provided by the Americans. The image of Israel as a viable future state for the Jews has thus been utterly shattered. It cannot exist for now or ever without Uncle Sam behind it. When the Empire Falls. Israel goes with it. Israel’s enemies (and allies) will note this and plan accordingly.

How will all these “sensitive initial conditions” – these “achievements” – combine over the next 6 – 12 months to form greater unintended effects?

It’s anyone’s guess but the picture doesn’t look good for Israel regardless of how it looks for the rest of the Levant.

Winning!

Posted by b on October 25, 2024 at 12:49 UTC | Permalink

In what ways is the U.S. becoming a second-world country?

The United States is already a second-world country and is sliding to third-world status.

As a second-world country, the U.S. is:

unable to provide proper healthcare for its 340 million people. (U.S healthcare is ranked 34th in the world; women’s healthcare is ranked 77th in the world.)
the U.S. has the highest infant/maternal mortality rate of the developed countries. (The mortality rate in some states is equivalent to third world countries.)
because of the high cost of healthcare, Americans are increasingly reluctant to seek medical assistance.
the U.S. cannot protect its people. (In 2023 alone there were 656 mass casualty events leading to the death or wounding of over 3,900 people. Over 18,000 people were murdered by gunshot wounds. Gunshot wounds are the leading cause of childhood death.)
the U.S. cannot educate its people. (U.S. education is ranked 22nd in the world.)
Americans are not as free as they claim. (The U.S. is not in the top 50 countries for freedom.)
American quality of life ranks 17th in the world, just ahead of China and Russia.

There are more such statistics but these are an indication that the U.S. is already a second-world country. What is worse is that Americans:

deny the condition of their country, and
are not prepared to do anything to overcome or reverse the continued deterioration of their country.

Do the Chinese really love peace? Who has been threatened by China?

Yes, the Chinese really love peace. That’s why they avoided war for the past 45 years.

By avoiding war, they built up the world’s greatest economy.

By avoiding war, they lifted 800 million people out of poverty.

By avoiding war, they built the world’s finest infrastructure.

By avoiding war, they became the world leader in technology.

The Chinese couldn’t have done any of this if they had pursued war.

China has threatened nobody. China has, however, taken action to protect its territorial rights. This is the imperative of all sovereign nations. Examples: Taiwan, South China Sea, Aksai Chin, Arunachal Pradesh.

The Chinese love peace, and they would prefer that you did not encroach on their territory.

Justice for Everett Thomas

Submitted into Contest #243 in response to: Write a story about a character who wakes up in space.… view prompt

Marek Sunda

I woke up with a complete sense of serenity. My body was relaxed, and my mind was calm. There were no thoughts entering my mind. Floating away, I simply enjoyed the weightlessness that came with the absence of any cognitive input.

First, I heard my own breath, grounding me in presence. The ever-present tranquility that dominated until a few heartbeats ago had now receded.

I slowly opened my eyes with difficulty as the eyelids felt heavy. I instinctively tried stretching all my limbs, but my legs didn’t move an inch despite tensing my muscles. My arms moved around so easily; in fact, they felt much lighter than they should.

The first thing I saw was a sign reading ‘Harness Required,’ glowing ominously red in the dark. I realized I was looking at it through a clear visor based on patches of condensation created by my breath. They were disappearing fast, suggesting there was a good climate control system in place, but still, I could notice a distinctive pungent smell that was not filtered away along with the moisture.

The sweet emptiness of my mind was now gone.

Looking side to side, I realized I was in a room roughly the size of a shipping container. The walls around me were covered in various screens and instruments I didn’t recognize. So many buttons, tools, little inscriptions, and, confusingly to my drowsy mind, handles everywhere.

I moved my hands in front of me and saw the unmistakable orange color I had grown accustomed to in the past few months in the prison jumpsuit. Wait. I had gloves on as well. I closed my eyes for a moment and observed my breath grow faster.

I opened them again. My arms were floating in the air without me moving them. I tensed my muscles, and they stopped moving. What was happening here?

“Welcome aboard Nomos.” Said a muffled voice from outside of what I now understood was a helmet. It certainly explained the humid air and hearing my breath loudly.

I tried to say something back, but my mouth was arid, and I coughed instead. It made sense now. My limbs were flailing around because I was in space. The rest of my body had to be secured in place, which makes a lot of sense to do when you want to sleep in a place with no gravity.

“You may find yourself temporarily disoriented. This is normal and will improve momentarily. I am your assistant aboard this vessel. You may address me as Myra.”

Disoriented was the right word. My head hurt, and I reached to rub my eyes but realized my futile attempt when my hand hit the visor. I fumbled about with gloved fingers, trying to feel for some mechanism that would allow me to escape this claustrophobic coffin around my face.

“You woke up one hundred and fifty-three minutes past the estimate, which may indicate the dosage was not calculated properly and/or there were unknown underlying conditions affecting the sedation.”

It certainly explained the headache and helped make sense of the tingling I felt in my legs. “Myra.” My voice sounded raspy, but it seemed to work to catch the AI’s attention. It had to be an AI. I didn’t see anybody, and the voice did sound monotone.

“How may I be of assistance?” It really was an unvarying, cold voice.

“How do I open the—”

“Your helmet is unlocked by unlatching the seals. You will find two, one on each side of your neck. Upon unlatching, you’ll need to perform a clockwise twist and lift the helmet carefully.”

So, apparently, this AI could understand context really well. It had to have cameras pointed at me.

“Allow me to continue with the initial instructions set.” Myra said as I was trying to find the latches, which is much easier said than done, especially when one is wearing gloves and cannot see the mechanism they are working with and has never seen it before in the first place.

“You will find that you are dressed in a spacesuit for safety reasons, as we left Earth’s atmosphere several hours ago. You are attached to the ship’s bulkhead with a harness used for aerial travel and sleeping arrangements. There are four straps that you may now wish to undo. The first one is located at your waist—”

I was too focused on my helmet to listen to the instructions being given. Finally, I unlatched the other side as well, and with a twist, I heard a hiss as the pressurized suit equalized with the outside environment. I didn’t know what I expected, but the air in the room was not much more pleasant than the one inside the suit. It didn’t smell though, which led me to realize that the other sensations I was feeling in the nether regions of my body I would not be comfortable explaining in full detail. The helmet started simply floating away. I looked down on my body now that I could move my neck freely, and noticed the straps.

“As part of your sentence in the—”

Now, the gravity of the situation started setting in. With, presumably, more oxygen, I started thinking more clearly.

“—case state versus Everett Thomas, you are to serve the full duration of the mission aboard Nomos.”

Oh yes. Now I remembered. I had no idea I was going to wake up like this, but it certainly was a possibility, and being a civil engineer made me a good candidate. I should’ve thought of that.

“The mission you will undertake is estimated to take nine hundred seventy-seven days. The objective is to capture an asteroid currently passing Jupiter, expected to be rich in osmium—”

“What?”

“— expected to be rich in osmium which —”

“I know what the fuck you said. How long? How long is this going to take?”

“Nine hundred seventy-seven days.”

I was trying to remember the sentencing, but I couldn’t. I don’t know if it was a temporary effect of the sedation or something else. “Can you tell me the verdict? What the fuck happened?”

“It is not unexpected to experience short-term memory loss and/or confusion waking up from the sedation you have been under. You had an unexpected reaction to some of the compounds used in the formula, resulting in a longer sedation than calculated. Due to raised medical concerns, I am initiating a medical check.”

“I don’t need a medical check. I need to know what happened!” I balled my fist and barely controlled myself not to punch the wall.

“Please, state your full name.”

“Stop the procedure. Listen to me!”

“I apologize. The order of priority prohibits me from accepting any new instructions at the moment. Please, state your full name.”

“You said it to me a minute ago. Everett Thomas. Not much of a check is it?!”

In the next half an hour, I was forced to answer a myriad of questions ranging from how I felt to if I felt any discomfort and where, which also led me to acknowledge that I soiled the jumpsuit while unconscious, which was hardly my fault. At first, it made me angrier, but over time I calmed myself down and used the time answering questions to fully unstrap myself and, while floating around, to get acquainted with my new home.

“Medical check complete.”

“Thank you from the bottom of my heart.” I whispered while looking for something like extra clothes, baby wipes, or anything else to help me get rid of the mess.

“Now to your previous question. Your sentence was increased to encompass forced solitary labor upon discovery of new aggravating circumstances.”

I stopped squinting at the labels above the compartments in the wall and wanted to stand still, but was gently drifting away.

“The victim count was increased after thorough re-inspection of the site and now also included one Samantha Miller, who at the time of the incident found herself in the basement of the building, presumably seeking shelter and/or hiding from the authorities. She was found to be eight months pregnant. This led to a re-examination of the sentence.”

I knew about the construction worker who died, and I knew about the several injured ones. I didn’t know about her. I didn’t remember. Part of me felt for Samantha and her unborn child, and another part of me felt injustice for the increased sentence. It was an error. A mistake. I didn’t want to hurt anybody, yet I was treated like a murderer.

I drifted through space, staring nowhere. After a while, with the help of Myra’s instructions, I got cleaned up, and changed my clothes, but refused to eat for now. Partly because the room now smelt even worse, but also because I now remembered more. I remembered the trial, I remembered the sentence before it got increased, and I felt the weight of it all over again.

“Myra, how long is the mission?”

“The current estimate is nine hundred seventy-seven days.”

“Ok, then we come back to Earth, right?”

“Yes. Mission be proven successful or not, this vessel needs to return to the orbit for maintenance, refuelling, and provisioning.”

I exhaled loudly. “I can make it. That’s less than three years.”

“I will keep you company.”

“We’ll become best buddies for the next two and something years, Myra. I’m sure.”

“We’ll be in each other’s company longer. Are you implying you will grow to dislike me?”

“Wait. What did you say?”

“We’ll be in each other’s company—”

“I know what you said, but what do you mean by that?!”

“This is your first mission.”

“Out of?”

“There are to be seven missions of a total length of six thousand, one hundred and sixty-one days.”

“You’ve got to be shitting me.”

BRICS Sensation No. 1 – India’s Turn From U.S. To China

Some commentators wrote that this blog, and others, have neglected the current BRICS summit. They are right to a point.

BRICS is a long term project. It is the development of an economic and political conglomerate of supernational organizations designed to be an alternative to the ones created by the ‘West’ after the second word war.

There are several misunderstandings and a lot of wishful thinking about BRICS in alternative media.

BRICS will not replace the U.S. dollar. Any short term plan to replace of the currently most important global medium of financial transactions (not of real stuff trade) is unrealistic. Yves at Naked Capitalism has written several pieces to lay that out.

BRICS is not a military alliance. Iran joining BRICS does not mean that Russia or China or anyone else will come to its defense should the U.S./Israel attack the country. While they would probably provide some help in the background both will likely avoid any direct involvement.

Building BRICS will take several decades. Ad hoc reporting of and commentating one of its summits is not of much value without detailing the larger contexts. It will do that whenever the subject deserves it.

During the current BRICS session the most sensational issue with long term consequences actually happened shortly before the summit.

India has dropped the U.S. friendly anti-China policies it had implemented during the first two terms of the Modi government. It is (again) making nice with China and Russia while shunning U.S. attempts to make it a sidekick for U.S. policies in Asia.

This piece in Asia Times provides the background:

India and China have recently agreed to disengage from their prolonged border standoff in the western sector of the India-China Himalayan border on the sidelines of 16th BRICS summit. Tensions have simmered since June 15, 2020, after 20 Indian and an unknown number of Chinese soldiers were killed in a high-mountain clash.
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On the geopolitical front, meanwhile, India lost significantly. It once viewed South Asia and the Indian Ocean as its traditional sphere of influence, but after becoming a US ally, none of its neighboring countries remain within its sphere. Instead, India has arguably become more of a subordinate ally to the US.
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This was evident when the US conducted a Freedom of Navigation Operation (FONOPS) in the Indian Ocean on April 7, 2021, which sparked a strong backlash in Indian media and academia, despite India being a US partner. Additionally, the US has been accused of fueling anti-India sentiment in neighboring countries and covertly helping to oust pro-Indian governments in Sri Lanka, Nepal, and the Maldives. [The author leaves out the recent U.S. coup in Bangladesh – b]

This made India realize that the US expects it to relinquish its “strategic autonomy” and that India’s claims to a regional sphere of influence in South Asia are unacceptable to Washington.
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Ultimately, after four years of experimenting with foreign policy, the Modi government came to understand that China’s cooperation is essential for India’s economic development. The prime minister’s economic adviser argued that China would likely refrain from interfering in India’s border issues due to its dependence on India, coupled with the prospect of increased Chinese investment.
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The first and second terms of Modi’s government have marked one of the worst decades in India’s history in regard to international relations. During this period, India has incurred unprecedented opportunity costs while experimenting with international and geopolitical strategies. In his third term, Modi is looking to reverse the course by shifting from the US to China.

The piece argues correctly that it was U.S. arrogance towards India which has caused this change.

India’s making nice with China, and its shunning of the U.S., is an immense geopolitical shift. The two biggest countries of this planet by populations plus Russia, the biggest country by landmass, are again friendly to each other. They will coordinate their moves wherever it is in their tri-lateral interest.

This shift in relations will have similar huge consequences as the recent reestablishment of relations between Saudi Arabia and Iran.

This is a disaster for the U.S. ‘pivot to Asia’.

But U.S. and other ‘western’ media, have barely reported on it.

Posted by b on October 25, 2024 at 10:27 UTC | Permalink

Fiancée DEMANDED A Wild Bachelorette Party, So I Hired A PI To Follow Her And Now She’s Toast!

Trump Abolishes Democrats’ DEI And Trans-Craze Policies

Trump’s second presidency has a strong start. On his first day in office he has issued some 200 executive actions including some 42 executive orders (EO) undoing many of Biden’s attempts of socially engineering a new society.

(Unfortunately I have yet to find a complete list of those EOs. Why haven’t even the agencies, AP, AFP or Reuters, compiled one?)

I do dislike many of the EOs Trump issued. Leaving the World Health Organization and the Paris Agreements, and thereby de-legitimizing them, is not good for mankind. Further supporting the Zionst entity is a disgrace.

Others I do like. Trump pardoned participants of the Jan 6 (2021) ‘riots’ which had never amounted to much more than a hustle.

He rescinded many of EOs the Biden administration had issued around its diversity, equity and inclusion (DEI) policies. Attempts of social engineering against merit deserve to fail.

I am also very happy that Trump has ended the official Trans craze. The wording herein is remarkable:

DEFENDING WOMEN FROM GENDER IDEOLOGY EXTREMISM AND RESTORING BIOLOGICAL TRUTH TO THE FEDERAL GOVERNMENT

Across the country, ideologues who deny the biological reality of sex have increasingly used legal and other socially coercive means to permit men to self-identify as women and gain access to intimate single-sex spaces and activities designed for women, from women’s domestic abuse shelters to women’s workplace showers. This is wrong. Efforts to eradicate the biological reality of sex fundamentally attack women by depriving them of their dignity, safety, and well-being.
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This unhealthy road is paved by an ongoing and purposeful attack against the ordinary and longstanding use and understanding of biological and scientific terms, replacing the immutable biological reality of sex with an internal, fluid, and subjective sense of self unmoored from biological facts. Invalidating the true and biological category of “woman” improperly transforms laws and policies designed to protect sex-based opportunities into laws and policies that undermine them, replacing longstanding, cherished legal rights and values with an identity-based, inchoate social concept.

There are and will be many more Trump policies which (will) deserve to be condemned and criticized.

That should not hinder us to admit that he got some things right.

Posted by b at 14:10 UTC | Comments (7)

TikTok is Back But Americans are Staying on Chinese RedNote

Americans are getting FUCKING angry!

Good questions are getting asked.

Deductions from our lives

When I first started working I worked at various jobs. One of these positions was as a “stock boy” in a local supermarket. I would wear a red and white striped apron, a white short-sleeved shirt and a tie. My hair would always be groomed to be over the ears. No hair to ever touch the collar, and clean appearance.

At that time, we were paid by cash. The cash was in envelopes with the amounts and deductions on the cover. Like this…

Anyways, the accountant did all the proper calculations. hey were all shown on the envelope, bus she was stealing cash out of the envelopes. And I, being a boy of only 14 (you can work at that age with parental approval) didn’t catch on until much later. While all of the older co-workers always forced her to correctly pay in the correct amount.

Later, when I needed cash for college, I went though my unopened envelopes. Years worth of them. And discovered that while my envelope said that I earned $65, the envelope actually only contained perhaps $5.

Essentially I was working for free, or nearly free.

Meanwhile this small-town bandit was driving a brand new Lincoln continental, and treating me like dirt.

Word to the wise; if someone treats you like dirt they are either purposely hurting or harming you, or they plan to do so. Whether it is money, relations, work, career, or for some reason. Watch out.

So yeah, was I stupid?

No. I was young and had NO PARENTAL SUPPORT.

Where were my friends? Where was the management? Where was due diligence?

Gone, and I was just a young kid “learning the hard lessons of life” on my own, alone. You know; the “American way”.

Learn.

Bad people do bad things. Watch out for tell-tales and indicators.

Today…

How much control do we have over our lifespan through healthy behaviors and whether our genes set a strict limit.?

As a 71 year old and a hospice volunteer, I have a huge list of people whose lifespan did not conform to what we are told to expect from healthy living, making it easy to see that heredity or something else has a lot to do with life span. But you will have trouble finding that in a PubMed paper, because the illusion of control sells medical care, whole foods, and gym memberships.

Probably like everyone my age, I can list a number of people who smoked and drank and never exercised, but lived well into their nineties, and way too many who lived the recommended lifestyle and dropped dead at 52. My own mother died at 91 and never stopped smoking or living on coffee, steak and butter. Her son, my brother (same genes), lived the clean life and died of cardio vascular disease at 52, the week after he aced his annual physical.

And as a volunteer in long term care facilities, one of my often-repeated parlor tricks is to have young CNAs and nurses gathered in the common area with the elderly patients, who include some who are 90 and 100 years old and then I ask the patients whether they ever smoked. Without fail they will say they did smoke, and the younger medical staff is slack-jawed. In the 1950s through 1970s most people smoked, and plenty lived to be 100, but the risks have been so over-stated since then that the younger generation believes that anyone who smokes will die young.

Don’t get it wrong: I don’t smoke and I don’t advise it, but I do prefer reality to fantasy, at least in terms of health and longevity.

Tangy Beef Strips

Yield: 4 servings (about 4 1/2 cups)

Ingredients

1 (1 pound) boneless sirloin steak
2 tablespoons vegetable oil
1 cup sliced onions
2 cloves garlic, minced
1 cup chili sauce
1/2 cup water
1 teaspoon beef bouillon granules
1/4 teaspoon ground cumin
1/4 teaspoon pepper
2 cups quartered fresh mushrooms
1/2 medium green bell pepper, cut into strips
1/2 medium red bell pepper, cut into strips
2 tablespoons plain yogurt
1/2 teaspoon cornstarch
Hot cooked noodles

Instructions

Cut steak across grain into 1/4 inch thick slices.
In large skillet, quickly brown steak in 1 tablespoon oil; remove and set aside.
Sauté onions and garlic in remaining tablespoon oil until onions are tender.
Stir in chili sauce, water, beef bouillon granules, cumin and pepper. Heat to boiling; add mushrooms and peppers. Cover; simmer for 5 minutes.
Add reserved steak and any accumulated meat juices; heat.
Combine yogurt and cornstarch; stir into meat mixture. Heat until thickened.
Serve over hot cooked noodles.

What are the most unexpected challenges faced by long-term Las Vegas residents that tourists or newcomers might not anticipate?

Before I get to the challenges, let me hit on some facts that many Vegas visitors probably don’t realize:

The first unexpected aspect of Vegas living is that probably 80% of my friends, neighbors and co-workers avoided the Strip like the plague. It’s not like we drove down on Friday nights to hang out or go to the club. It wasn’t our playground. We’d go when someone came to town to visit and we had to go play tour guide. Or maybe once a year, we’d go check out a show or try a new restaurant. I’m sure the same could be said for San Franciscans visiting Pier 39 or New Orleanians hitting up Bourbon Street.

Those who did frequent the casinos as locals often paid the price. I saw careers destroyed by constant party lifestyle. And my wife one year was asked to help with an accounting project for a local exec who needed to tally up his winnings for the tax man. He literally brought her two black trash bags full of receipts. All totaled out, he was down about $740,000 on the year.

Most of the unexpected challenges were heat related. Funny things that I didn’t expect were how the heat affected car maintenance. Windshield wipers had to be replaced twice a year because they would bake and crack and when summer monsoon season would roll through, they didn’t work anymore. Car batteries died faster; most of mine lasted only 2–3 years, vs 7 or 8 years in other places I’ve lived.

Speaking of cars, driving in the rain in Vegas is horrendous. You may think it’s because it doesn’t rain much in the desert so people just don’t know how to drive there, and you’d be partially right. But Vegas roadways are also designed for extreme heat resistance, which also lets them hold onto more oil. When the rains come, all of that oil floats and driving on Vegas freeways becomes a slip-show. It was almost a guarantee that both major freeways through town would have major accidents on rainy days.

Raising a family brought some interesting challenges. Vegas is one of the least educated big cities in the country. It’s a town where for a long time you could make a decent living parking cars or selling cigarettes in a miniskirt, so it attracted people who were hard-working, but not particularly academic.

There’s also the constant sleaze. It doesn’t matter which way you’re headed out of town, you’re going to pass billboards for strip clubs and burlesque shows. I just didn’t want to have to explain to my 6 year old what that meant, which was one of my primary reasons for leaving.

As a young married couple, we didn’t mind Vegas. There’s plenty to do, flights are subsidized so travel is cheap, there’s a surprising amount of natural beauty between lakes, rivers, deserts, and even mountains (did you know there’s a ski resort less than an hour drive from the Strip?). But it’s not a place I’d want to raise a family.

As a police officer, what was your most ‘now that was stupid’ moment with a suspect?

We had a driver from Chicago who felt as though a 25 MPH speed limit at a crossing for a children’s park was a mere suggestion – especially when driving a convertible with a trophy blonde on his arm. It was a bright June Saturday afternoon, and the municipal pool was open. He decided to drive through the crowded crosswalk at 49 MPH, despite three warning signs: two reducing the speed and the ‘children present crosswalk’ sign.

My partner and I were just about to pull out of my driveway (we had stopped for cold drinks) and his speed kept us from entering the same street. I had enough presence of mind to grab the radar and lock in his speed as he passed the crosswalk. We got him stopped and out of his car and into ours. It was there he tried a Chicago-scheme on ‘Mayberry deputies Barney Fife and Gomer Pyle.’

My partner is writing a ticket (giving the mope a break instead of arresting him for ‘Criminal Recklessness with a Vehicle) when Mr. ‘Hugh-Hefner’s-Friend’ says, “Say, Officer, that’s a nice pen. I collect pens and I’d give you twenty dollars for that one.” JCT replies, “This is just a cheap thirty-nine-cent Bic – it’s not worth twenty bucks.” “But I collect them and its worth twenty to me.” “If you’re sure you want to buy it, I’ll sell it.” Then, “Just put the twenty in the console and I’ll give you the pen.” (Exchange made).

Mr. Jones asks us to unlock the door so he can get out. JCT says, “Hang on a minute, I haven’t finished writing your ticket yet. Rob, he just bought my pen, may I borrow yours?” “Of course, JCT.” I must say that the subject held his temper in check, but you could see the wheels turning for extracting his revenge from these two hick cops.

A month later we were in court as this ticket required a court appearance. The ADA had us give our evidence first, followed by Mr. Jones presenting his defense. “Your Honor, I bought this officer’s pen for twenty dollars so he wouldn’t write me the ticket, and I gave him the twenty and he sold the pen to me, then borrowed this other officer’s pen and wrote me the ticket.” Everyone in the courtroom was trying hard not to laugh as this guy had just presented evidence of a felony bribery confession.

The ADA then rose and said, “Your Honor, the State would like to present evidence corroborating Mr. Jones’ statements,” and the twenty-dollar bill in an evidence envelope was brought forth with fingerprints that had been lifted and matched to the defendant in other cases. JCT testified that he had Mr. Jones put the money in the console and waited until he was gone before putting it into the evidence envelope with latex gloves. Thus, he had never had the money in his hand nor had I, except to put it in the envelope.

Before the ADA could say anything more, the idiot shouted very angrily, “Your Honor, I gave these officers a BRIBE but they wrote the ticket anyway…” and his words tapered off as the full implication of what he was saying hit him like a mortar shell. “Mr. ____________,” the Judge said, “You have the right to remain silent; I suggest you exercise that right at this time.” That’s when the entire court erupted in laughter.

When the ADA suggested a fine of $1000 and 30 days in jail, all suspended, the Judge said it was not nearly enough and fined him $10,000 (the maximum), a year in jail, all suspended but for sixty-two days (he’d be serving thirty-one days minimum), and 1000 hours of community service. This guy had a helluva time – he tried to hire a lawyer for an appeal then but that was impossible. He probably spent $35K – $50K.

He got to be a celebrity around town – picking up trash at every festival and fair, cleaning up dog poop at the County Shelter, trimming tree limbs blocking signs, and weed-whacking at the football field. My partner and I would see him on hot summer days and take him to a convenience store for water or sodas, but mostly the bathroom and air-conditioning for a long break. Sometimes we’d take our lunch break at Mickey D’s or Subway, and he would be allowed to join us. Our treat.

He did his penance at first angrily, but as time went on his attitude changed remarkably. He found our town, while not as vibrant as Chicago, contained people who were friendly, if not gregarious. In a town of 8500 you soon learn who is driving the Corvette convertible every weekend to jail and back. There was no ‘good time’ for weekend jail, so he was doing thirty-one weekends or sixty-two days. Folks would see him working and stop by with water and words of encouragement. After a time, the Sheriff started having him escorted to church, and later to ‘churchin’ cookouts.’ And for years afterward he would drive down to visit his friends in the small town he once disdained.

Exposé – Point Of No Return

Why is China angry at the world?

It isn’t. Your question is nonsense.

China happily trades with the world. China is the largest trading partner to over 120 countries.

China is helping the world through the Belt and Road Initiative (BRI). Over 150 countries participate in the BRI and they are grateful for China’s assistance.

China is leading the BRICS organization that aims to unify the world in peace and common prosperity. Over 40 countries have lined up to join.

China has 17 countries participating in its Tiangong space station program.

China is working to bring peace to the world. It brokered an historic peace deal between Iran and Saudi Arabia, and it’s trying to do the same in the Russia-Ukraine and Israel-Palestine conflicts.

China is only angry at the United States because the US has been demonizing China, sanctioning China, and trying to provoke China into war.

What will be the winner in the upcoming contest between the S400s and F-35s over Iran?

Which Airbase does Israel use?

The flying distance is 1327 Kms from Israel to the nearest point on the Iranian Border

The F-35 has a safety fuel flying range of 1,500 Kms

You need to fly, hit your target and return back to base

That’s 2,674 Kms minimum

Almost double the safe range for an F-35

So Israel needs to take off from nearer Air Bases Or refuel at nearer Air Bases

That brings Saudi Arabia and Iraq bang into the middle of a Iranian Israel war and I am pretty sure they won’t make it easy

Against Saturated Air Defense – No combat aircraft can succeed beyond the first few salvos

Doesn’t matter if it’s the F-35 Or F-22

For shorter distances like 250–300 Kms – it’s easier to attack and retreat

Not for 2700 Kms!!!!!!

You can’t fly 1300 Kms in stealth mode and hit a target and come back another 1300 Kms without being spotted by Air Defence and hit with one of those missiles

Those S-400 missiles have a range of around 250 Kms at a height of 20 Kms

The F-35 would be toast

Israel will either hit Iranian Targets with F-35s if Iran agrees on the targets beforehand to give Israel face

Israel will hit Iranian Scientists and Military Personnel through Drone Attacks

Israel will hit Iranian facilities with Drones

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Has a drill sergeant ever encountered a recruit who ‘had it together’ too much to require what the drill sergeants do?

We had a kid in our flight (Air Force, 1991) who had his act together in Basic. Physically fit, tried out for Pararescue around week 4 (missed it by 1 pullup; instructors said he could try out again any time). Anyway, kid clearly wanted to be special forces and had prepped hard for Basic. Had his shit together, never had to be told twice how to do anything, all that jazz. A+ cadet.

One day, surprise inspection. T.I. (AF term for drill instructor) has us all go outside and stand at parade rest while he wandered through our barracks with himself and the 2nd T.I. After 10–15 minutes he calls us all back inside. We stand at attention at our bunks.

T.I. is going through everyone’s stuff, not really finding anything wrong. He gets to this guys clothes, starts going through his folded BDUs. Opens the pockets, and in every pocket is a tiny piece of paper – some kind of “Inspected By” thing. Now, keep in mind, these are in everyone’s BDUs when they’re issued, as far as I recall, and we all have to take a few minutes stripping them out when they were issues so we aren’t nabbed during an inspection for foreign material in our uniforms. And this kid, he’d stripped all of his out too. We all did, all at the same time. But the T.I. had spent those 10–15 minutes putting them back in his uniforms, so it looked like he’d forgot, and he got nailed. Gimme that 341!

The lesson was twofold (at least the way I understood it): First, no one gets through Basic unscathed. You might have your shit together, but they’ll find a way to bring you back to the pack. That lets everyone know they’re mortal; no one’s special; no one is better than anyone else, and you’re all in this together, as a team. But the other lesson was: This job (and life in generally, really) is gonna throw adversity at you no matter how much you have your shit together, because there will always be things you cannot control, and it’s how you deal with that adversity that matters.

Now, the funny epilogue to this story: We get to graduation day. We’re out under our dorm again in the hot Texas heat, in April (because the actual dorms are elevated, so there’s an overhang that whole flights can stand under for shade). The Tech Instructors are calling out names for graduation, and they get to this *other* kid in our flight named Copeland. T.I. calls his name then stops, and says, “Who the fuck is Copeland?”

For reals – the kid had made it through Basic without ever being noticed. I think we all silently cheered for him. I know I certainly did. It was kind of an awesome moment.

You can fly under the radar. But I don’t think it happens very often.

Taylor Dayne – Tell It To My Heart

China amazes us once again with this incredible infrastructure work!

The Qianchun interchange, in Guizhou province, is almost a 5-level labyrinth, with 18 ramps and 8 directions. Try to imagine driving on this road rollercoaster at 37 meters high

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Are you already wondering how your navigator would behave here, which only needs the roundabout behind the house to smooth out the right exit? Don’t worry, Chinese officials claim that the signs and exits on the interchange are clearly marked and that even if you make mistakes, it is always easy to go back!

10 Things That Don’t Make Sense After 61!

Has a young child ever come up to you alone and asked for help? How did you react, and what did you do?

A neighbor (diagonal from me) fosters troubled kids (one at a time) and has adopted two, we are on friendly terms but not close. When she has a new kid and I’m around she makes a point of introducing the kids to me. A couple summers ago I met one such 12/13 year old boy and she made a point of telling him “if there’s ever a problem she’s a safe adult it’s OK to talk to her” which is a very sweet thing to say. A short time later (days or weeks) I have a knock on my door and answer its the boy shaking and teary.

“please you have to help! She’s going to call the cops and get rid of me I know it! I had to run away, can I stay here? Please don’t call the cops and get me arrested”

I sat with him on my deck in full view of their house (because kid+solo adult in a house alone sounds like a bad idea unless it’s a bigger emergency)

“why do you think she’s going to call the cops and get rid of you?” (not going to promise not to call the cops cause I don’t lie to kids like that)

“I did it I was so bad I’m so sorry I’m so sorry”

“I can see you are sorry honey, can you tell me what happened?” as I quietly visually check his hands/arms/clothes for a sign of a struggle/wounds/etc

“we were eating dinner!” he wails

“OK then what happened”

“I was telling her about school and I got too excited and I’m a bad kid”

“did you get in trouble at school?”

“no I got a gold star and all my questions right”

“that’s great, why do you think you did a bad thing?”

“I hit my glass and it knocked over and I wasted my milk and my whole plate of food!!” uncontrolled sobs “she’s going to call the cops and get rid of me!”

“did she yell at you?”

“no”

“did she hit you or hurt you?”

“no but she’s going to hate me”

“why do you think that?”

“I wasted all the food and milk!” as he looks at me like I’m an absolute idiot

“OK honey I don’t think she’s going to call the cops I think she’s probably worried about you, does she know you are here?”

“no I ran away”

“OK how about I call her and let her know where you are and see if she’s mad at you”

“hey (neighbor), I have (kid) here and he’s very upset and worried you are mad at him about dinner”

“oh thank God, he doesn’t know the area I was worried he’d go into traffic”

“he’s scared you are going to call the cops and have him arrested”

“please tell him I miss him and I’m not going to have him arrested”

“honey she’s not going to have you arrested”

Sniffle”she’s not?”

“nope, do you want to go back over?”

Long sob

“I’ll be right over to pick him up”

And that’s how I rescued a child from spilled milk. I later found out his previous family life would’ve resulted in beatings and worse after that infraction and his previous foster treated him very poorly. My neighbor had called the cops but only to report his running and she immediately called back to report he was found and safe, he’d had a history of running. Fortunately he’d made it a couple hundred feet when he remembered that I was “safe”. He only stayed with my neighbor a short time longer due to reunification but I still hope the best for him from time to time.

Shorpy

What is your biggest “only in the USA” moment?

I once knew a British graduate of Oxford who had married an American woman and immigrated to the US. He wanted to start an educational business — tutoring, test prep, college admissions counseling, all that sort of thing. The very week of his arrival in the country he had appointments with the principals of many of the best private schools in the city. He was able to broker deals with them, offering pro bono tutoring for needy students in exchange for referrals. With a steady flow of students, he hired many tutors (including me), secured a loan, easily opened offices in the middle of the city, and within two or three years had a thriving business earning him hundreds of thousands of dollars a year.

He said that none of this would have ever been possible in the UK. There would have been too much red tape, although not so much administratively as socially. There is no way he would have ever gained a hearing with these principals in the UK, he said. There would have to be some kind of introduction, some justification for his being there. He was also amazed at how glad people were to help him at every point along the way. People who had no stake in his success were nevertheless excited to see someone do so well and eager to participate in it. Americans loved a success story. There was no begrudgement: no sense of people asking, “Who do you think you are?” It was amazing to him that he, a foreigner moreover, could waltz in this way and be so welcomed, almost as if he himself were an American. What he had found was that if you could do the job, you would be invited to do it, no further questions asked. It took remarkable hutzpah on his part to pull this off, but that boldness was not seen as a fault, as it might have been in his native land. It was seen as a sign that this was someone who could get the job done.

People on Quora, eager always to seem in-the-know and anything but naive, love to criticize the USA and are hesitant to say anything positive about it. There are, undoubtedly, many American vices to criticize—as for any target so large. But when we think of the American success evident in so many areas of endeavor—when we ask what has caused it and what is likely to perpetuate it into the future—we would do well to also remember those American virtues that have enabled it.

What are the implications of the United States sending an advanced anti-missile system to Israel in response to missile attacks by Iran?

Not much.

Let’s break this down. A THAAD unit has 6 launchers with 8 missiles each. It is SOP to fire 2 missiles per incoming ballistic missile to “guarantee” a hit. So that THAAD system has 48 missiles.

It can theoretically intercept 24 ballistic missiles.

The last attack used 180 ballistic missiles and that was just a warning. In other words, Israel can expect hundreds of thousands of missiles per salvo and they will keep coming if Israel starts a war with Iran.

You can do the math yourself.

Also there has been some questions regarding how well US systems can intercept ballistic missiles. Patriot Pac 2 and 3 are also supposed to intercept ballistic missiles.

In the videos that we see. We can see one location that was attacked. You can see 1 being intercepted. That is the big explosion in the air. The rest either missed or barely did any damage and the missiles continued until they hit the ground. This is with the interceptor missiles coming up from the ground.

So let’s assume that THAAD does what the US says it does and intercepts 24 missiles. What about the other several hundred or thousands? The US only has 7 THAAD systems. Now the US has 6.

Why should you avoid Thailand for retirement?

Be kind to yourself and ask yourself,—What do I want in the twilight years of my life?

If you still want to think like when you are in the 40s then you may ponder harder if Thailand will be the right place for you.

What is in the heads of men or women in their 40s?

Look for business opportunities and build their business empires, or imagine themselves as Romeo or Juliet, and spend the money on drinking or shopping and thinking that only money brings happiness.

Then, Thailand is the ideal place for you to buy business and set up bars, pubs, and chic cafes. You will not only be Romeo but thorns among Juliets but you will soon look like an old ‘Walking Dead’

Why retire in Thailand? To enjoy sun sand and sea? That is a misconception if you think that’s what coming to Thailand is ultimately for.

What about being young at heart again leaving your family back home and starting a new life with a real gem – a Thai woman, for once, a woman to care for you before you leave this world?

That’s not wrong provided you get the right Thai woman (keep searching) but to leave your family back home is not right for any man (only by my std)

What could be the greater things about retirement in Thailand?

To stay in a ‘house that Jack built’ (many did that somehow) despite strict control laws but wise men say: ‘Where there’s a will, there’s a (legitimate) way living in a dream place a one-acre land with a barn, and a workshop of your own if you are a handyman, that’s everyman’s dream.

Get up early to greet the dawn and do the thing you ever wished you could and now you can! With friendly neighbors or respectful people around you. Not getting up late and doing nothing but drinking and doze off again.

Eat a variety of foods where your heart desires, not the same old crap you eat at home.

Imagine yourself surrounded by animals like monkeys and water buffaloes, a newfound love with your very own faithful Thai Bailey’ ( a Ridgeback dog -Mah Lang Arn) besides being a watch dog, it is capable of protecting you from the cobra… seriously.

All these without breaking the bank. Still can sell wild, wild, Western American authentic pizza like, ‘George’s Pizza’ ( George said—you are free to put ketchup).

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Yes, George’s Pizza and hamburgers that rock Phisanulok let alone Thailand.

That’s all my 2 cents—To experience your retirement that your peers would envy you (till you kick the bucket) with a careful plan in Thailand.

**Why should you avoid Thailand for retirement? If my answer is crap to you, go ahead and avoid Thailand**

Wanna be as happy as George Bowman, a Quora bro? what are you waiting for?- retire in Thailand and eat George’s Pizza!

Edited: I stumbled on one of George’s answer on the topic of Thailand and loved it, so I’m stuck ever since.

Japan has forgotten the lessons of World War two! Lavrov

A Life Beyond

Carol Stewart

Warning… You are approaching the barrier, do not proceed… Warning…A hundred miles from his city centre dwelling, and several hundred yards from where he’d abandoned his one-person laser travelling pod, Enz entered the ‘no-go’ zone, setting off the alarm. The sun was already blackening, soon it would be eclipsed, and the lights which flashed and beamed before him, blue and amber from various levels on the high mirrored walls, would turn everything around him such a sickly shade of intense it would bring the city to a halt. Circuits frozen, power disconnected, pods immobile, gridlocked. Communication would be impossible, water blocked from flowing through the pipes. But only for a while. Only while he took his final steps. He’d take them slowly, he thought. Something as momentous as this deserved a countdown… StepTen… The speed of the traffic had slowed, he could hear the sound abating, no longer a whizz, but a hum. The drivers wouldn’t know why as yet, wouldn’t see him, or if they did, he’d be no more than a blur between the lights. A dog escaped its kennel? Inconsequential… StepNine… Enz looked down. His boots had changed colour absorbing the lights. He’d seen this once before when he’d fallen from the travelling pod as a boy, hearing the screams of his mother as he’d tumbled towards the mirrors, traffic brought to sudden stop. There are some doors you just don’t open, boy. Ever! She’d been fined a whole month’s pay for not securing the locks. A hundred and thirty-three years ago, and he still remembered… StepEight… The speed limit had been lower then and people had walked the zone’s perimeters, stopping every once in a while, to peer into the mirrors in the unlikely hope that they might find those elusive cracks that the old folks said were bound to still be there. The 2093 Mallet Attack had, if rumors were true, been a bad one. Vicious. And if this were the case, what there the chances that there was another city beyond, another ‘world’, that the authorities wished to prevent them from reaching? His grandfather had claimed he could vaguely remember when they’d put the barriers up, and according to his father, Enz’s great-grandpa, and his father before him, there had once been many different cities, smaller ones too – towns and villages, they were called. And the ‘countries’ which contained them. ‘The Continents’. Deserts, forests, rivers, seas, farmland, mountains, glaciers. It was hard to imagine what any of these might look like. Or the incredible modes of transport. Gliders, rockets, airplanes… people flying! All the way up in the sky and further, setting foot on some strange place called ‘The Moon’. Of course, these old folks’ tales were now regarded as myths, and he an eccentric for wanting to believe in them… StepSeven… His legs were getting weary. Strange to think he was both the oldest man alive, and oldest who had ever lived. Only weeks before, when he’d reached this astounding milestone, the city had seen fit to mark the occasion with a full day of rest for all and a historically-themed champagne banquet for the elite. Not that he’d been invited, but then he didn’t have much time left, so not one thought it seemly he attend. People were only allowed to reach a hundred and forty. After that, they’d be vaporized, although this hadn’t happened yet, so no one knew quite what to expect other than the procedure itself would take place in the brand new ‘Sterappropriate’ Hospital, and on this occasion only, in the presence of the press. Enz the oldest man ever. Enz, the eccentric exception. Headline news… StepSix… The mirrors towered over him, the lights beginning to blind. Warning… Warning… Harsh voices intermingled. Rage from the pods on the laser track. What are you doing, you decrepit moron? We need to be home in twelve seconds, can’t miss ‘together time’… blaring through the speakers. Don’t turn your head, he told himself, don’t pay attention… StepFive… He craned his neck till his eyes met the sky. The great black disc, a permanent fixture, was half-way across the sun now, and well before normal shutdown time. The power would be failing. Sorry, Zany. Sorry, Blitz and Fritz. He felt bad for the children. Their games would be interrupted, and their learning. He’d left them books, written, by his grandfather years back, but they didn’t know what to do with them. They found it hard to turn a page which didn’t require a finger-scan. Besides, they could barely read the words, or understand them. Archaic fantasy, as their parents called it, was beyond them, insisting, by way of various snide asides, that this was almost certainly for the best, and even their great-great grandparents refused to assist. Enz’s daughter had always mocked him for his outlandish way of thinking, and her children had chastised him. One day soon you’ll find yourself out of work, and you’ll only have yourself to blame. Teachers are meant to teach, not tell stories and lies. He was only seventy then, far too young to retire, so he’d had no other choice but comply if he had any hope of surviving… StepFour… Obligations. Responsibilities. He’d been free from those for a while now. A good long while, come to think of it. He’d received his city pension at a hundred, just shy of the government upping the age to a hundred and ten. The authorities weren’t happy when he’d then defied the lifespan expectation odds, and they’d had to pay him ‘more than he’d ever been worth’ for almost four times the number of years on which they’d figured. It had been a quiet four decades on the whole. He’d spent his time reading, not only his grandfather’s words, but other ancient literature kept in his apartment behind a panel in the flexible mind-metal wall. He’d taken a plethora of notes and gradually pieced together a plausible version of what might have gone before, and what indeed might still exist in some way, shape or form, outside the mirrors. He’d made a book of his findings, and on the day of the celebrations when her parents, members of the elite, had returned home oddly and adversely affected by the hitherto unknown effects of this new champagne commodity, he’d entrusted his papers to Zany. She was by far the most open-minded of the children. Clever too, she’d worked out how to turn the pages the moment he’d seized the chance to show her. Grandpa, Ezra! I didn’t know people could do that! This is – wow – amazing! …StepThree… If only he had enough time left to teach her the words, or to show her what he’d captured on his 21^st century smartphone. Antique technology, a relic for sure. A family heirloom, but considered ugly and useless by all, there was no point trying to sell it. It had fallen into his hands when his grandfather died, and eventually, after a great deal of trial and error, he had discovered that not only did it work as a simple notepad, but that it could also be used in ‘video mode’. The powers that be had, on two separate occasions, arrested him when they’d spotted it attached to the side of his travelling pod as he’d zoomed around the outskirts of the city, but both times they’d been forced to release him without charge. After all, as his rolling-eyed solicitor had said when he’d tossed the phone onto the interrogation room table for the second time in as many months, what was this thing, but an old piece of junk? Little did anyone know that it was on said ‘piece of junk’ that Enz had just captured his most precious footage. And how long he had spent replaying and examining it all. He’d almost given up finding anything, then he’d discovered ‘slow motion’ and ‘still’, and there it was. The crack in the mirror! The only one which remained from his grandfather’s time, when, according to his writings, his great-grandpa and a like-minded gang of his friends had staged the legendary Mallet Attack, a crime for which they’d spent the remainder of their days in jail. So much for it being some far-fetched story, his grandfather’s words forever dismissed as the ramblings of a fool. Just like the disc which blocked out the sun, when the books that Enz had read so clearly described the moon… StepTwo… All was dark and silent now, traffic at a standstill. Only the warning voice remained and those glaring, searching lights. In a moment he’d be vaporized. And perhaps the pain would be worse than any he might have felt had he kept his ‘Sterappropriate’ appointment. But he’d plucked up the courage to send his pod off track en route, so too late now! Besides, he had to know what was out there, if only for a second… StepOne… He reached towards the glass, felt for the crack and pressed. Nothing. He tried again. Harder. Not a cut on his hand. Not even so much as a scrape. Amber and blue, amber and blue. Neon bursts. Warning, warning, warning… And then he saw his own reflection, except his face didn’t look quite right. He moved a little closer. Eyes duller, he thought, but at the same time, brighter, more expressive. The lights perhaps, but then – the rest of it! Oh, how heavily lined his mirror self was! And the mouth was moving! So, that’s old Granpa Enz, then? A chuckle. When had he ever sounded like that? And why were the children behind him when he knew they weren’t there? Zany, Blitz and Fritz, all crowding round, smiling and laughing too, their movements not in any way stiff or restricted. So unusual. There had been a word he’d read in his grandfather’s book which described this. Natural? Yes, that’s what it was. And how beautiful! How wonderful to hear little Zany chattering on. Good job you arrived when you did, Gramps. Won’t be long before he’s gone. A hundred and forty, can’t exceed that, but he’s stuck holding on at the side there, and I think that’s what’s causing the glitch. ‘Course we could make another just like him and start all over again… Step Zero.

“It’s BEGUN, But MOST Don’t Know It YET…” – Richard Wolff

What meal have you served that brought tears to the eyes of the person you served it to?

1985 in Dallas there was a record ice storm. I had never seen anything like it. Cars in ditches, wrecks all over the place. Dallas was totally unprepared and the locals rarely seen snow so driving on ice was beyond them.

I was making money with a pick up and a tow strap with a few other odds and ends in the back. (Free tips: lower the tire pressure to 15/20 PSI makes them wider where the rubber hits the road, SLOW DOWN) Seen this old raggedy station wagon in a ditch and pulled over to see if I could make a quick $20. Calling AAA would give you several hours of wait at best.

Knew I would do it for less when “MeMa” as the kids were calling her stepped out, must have been 8 or better in there. Heard one telling her he was hungry then others chimed in. I hear “Baby I gotta pay him to pull the car out and need gas. I’ll find something when we get home.” Ragged car, clean looking but poorly dressed kids for the weather, no money. It had been a great day money wise so what the heck.

Pulled the wagon out, refused her money and told her I would follow her to a gas station we could see to be sure she made it OK. Place even had a McDonald. As they say in for a penny in for a pound. Told her to fill it I would pay then asked the kids if any one was hungry. That got me a load of ME! and YES!’s. Went and had coffee and a snack with them making sure everyone was feed well. When I said goodbye MeMa’s hug about crushed the breath out of me with happy tears falling out of her and a few little kids were hanging off my legs.

2022 and I still smile thinking about it.

Neil Howe: The Fourth Turning Is Here – How the USA’s Crisis Ends – The Realignment Podcast

The Renova Decision

Submitted into Contest #247 in response to: Set your story on a spaceship exploring the far reaches of space when something goes wrong.… view prompt

Jeff Macloud

The seven members of the executive council aboard the Amazonian were all but touching shoulders around the grey rectangular conference table. Deputy Governor Hunter Bryant, his tunic unbuttoned at the top, wiped sweat from his temples with his sleeve. Climate control was a major issue on the 923 year-old ship.Cleo el Masry, the vessel’s operations chief paused for effect, wrapping up her report on the impending deceleration decision. She sat back, her legs crossed at the knees, her hands smoothing the wrinkles out of a precisely tailored zip-up jumper that revealed nothing except that she was aggressively fit and fastidious. Most men found her beautiful. Hunter knew they had no chance.“The new probes have given us what we needed to know. The bottom line is,” she said, “Renova is teeming with life. That indicates a much higher probability of danger to any settlement. We need additional security forces, updated weapons, and a lot more ammo.”Rupert Shumar’s chair scooted and banged against the wall behind him as the science lead stood, “Bullshit!”Here we go again, Hunter thought, watching Rupert’s face redden all the way up past his balding hairline.Rupert aimed his wrath at Hunter. “You know the protocols. We should divert and avoid Renovan life,” turning now to face Cleo, ”not murder it.”“That protocol—,” Cleo began but stopped short at the withering scowl on Hunter’s face.Hunter knew that what he lacked in looks had been compensated two-fold in presence. He could hold a room.“Rupert,” Hunter began, “please have a seat.”Rupert sat, his bulk making the chair squeak.Hunter continued, “The protocol applies to intelligent life only, and…,” he held a hand up and shot a warning glare at Rupert who was bracing himself to stand again.Hunter finished, “the protocol clearly lists examples of technological signatures we can use to define intelligence.”“There is no evidence of intelligent life,” Cleo said, her cool tone contrasting with the room’s heat.“As we know it,” Rupert corrected.“As we know it,” Cleo allowed. “However, we have developed options that conserve life of all origins,” she looked at Rupert, who didn’t acknowledge her. “You’ll find them at Tab O on your tablets.”

“If we decelerate,” Rupert said without looking up, scrolling, “it cannot be undone.”

“But,” Cleo countered, “we have six months to deal with anything that pops up. Lots of smart people, too.”

Hunter glanced at the time. “I need to present our progress to the Governor over lunch. What about the rest of you? Let’s start on the left with life support. Max?”

“Thank you, deputy governor.” Max DuPont said wiping his brow, his voice low and gravelly despite his height. “Alexa, bring up my graphics on the table hologram, please.” He waited five seconds for that to occur, then continued. “First, if we choose to divert, food production needs to be prioritized to rebuild our stockpiles. We may need to ration certain items for some time. Next graphic please. Second, our gravity systems are in bad shape and need upgrades and repairs if we extend the mission. We are hoping for a deceleration scenario.”

“Thanks, Max,” Hunter said. “Alexa, use life support’s data to estimate priorities and timing for gravity system repair, starting in two weeks. Deliver those to my tablet before noon.”

“Certainly, Deputy Governor.” Alexa said.

Turning to his right now, “Medical?”

Kimbe Otumbo, unusually tall and bespectacled, stood to speak. “Yes, thank you, deputy governor. Colleagues, I’m honored to be h–,”

“I apologize, Kimbe. I have ten minutes before the governor’s lunch meeting.” Hunter knew Kimbe relished his chances to speak. He wasn’t arrogant or selfish. He was thorough. And he loved his job.

“Certainly,” the doctor fumbled with his glasses and set his tablet on the table. “Well, since time is limited, may I remind everyone that the data to support what I’m about to claim is at Tab M. As my colleague Cleo loves to say, there is a bottom line to my report. If we divert to Duonova, we – your mental health professionals – worry about panic and anxiety at levels conducive to mass hysteria and revolt.”

The table was hushed and still. The only sound was the clinking of Hunter’s glass as he swirled his ice water. He looked to Cleo. “Have we seen spikes in mental-health related deaths or crime?” Cleo, as operations lead, had executive responsibility for security and prisons, among many other departments.

Cleo nodded, “Alexa, bring up graphic thirty-seven from my briefing set. You all know the history. We have been focused on mental health for over two centuries now. Here’s the chart.”

Two centuries earlier, a design flaw caused a structural failure that slowed the Amazonian’s velocity and added 225 years to its mission. Three hundred and seventy-two deaths over two years were directly attributed to the accident. Most were either suicide, murder, or health problems related to drug and alcohol abuse. Nearly everyone on the Amazonian had family history with the tragedy. The chart had a massive spike, followed by a steep decline, that arrested about 200 years ago and was now a slow, steady climb with pot-holes and speed-bumps but no major changes.

“No spikes, lately” Cleo said, “but mental health-related stuff has been on a steady upswing for about two-hundred years, give or take.”

“What about the “Renova or Bust” lunatics?” Hunter asked.

“The “ROB” faction remains a challenge,” Cleo replied. “We all know about the two mass killi—”

Max chimed in, “Life support has those loopholes closed. Our security is tight. We will not allow that to happen again.”

Cleo held both hands up, “I wasn’t pointing fingers, Max.”

Hunter wondered if that were true.

Hunter, looking at the clock, pushed things forward. “Cleo, send me everything new on the ROB terrorists – membership, activity, anything the governor might ask about.”

Cleo nodded.

Hunter gestured to the medical officer, “Thanks, Kimbe,” and continued around the table.

Culture and Education agreed with Medical’s assessment of the mood of the population. They had run their own studies, which largely aligned.

Maintenance and Waste Management presented the top five problems with divert: shortage of electronics parts, shortage of propulsion parts, erosion of general education and the quality of maintenance training, recycling bottlenecks causing trash buildup, and security during any kind of uprising.

“OK, everyone. I will get this in front of Governor Fushima.” Hunter was standing to leave when Rupert spoke up.

“I think we, as a council, need to speak directly to the governor before she makes her decision.” Rupert said, eyes on his empty water glass.

Hunter cleared his throat. “I will deliver your concerns and recommendation to the governor and she will let everyone know what she decides.”

“So,” Rupert said, “the biggest decision any of us will ever be a part of comes down to one person’s whimsy,” and he looked into Cleo’s eyes this time, “or maybe two people’s whimsy.”

“Why are you so fucking dramatic,” Cleo said through her teeth, leaning across the table within strangling distance of Rupert. “Clarissa was elected. I assume you voted.”

“Clarissa,” Rupert repeated, grinning. “Well, I didn’t vote for your Clarissa. And I didn’t vote for you,” Rupert replied.

Cleo started to stand up.

“I meet,” Hunter broke in, “with the majority and minority leaders of both houses after I talk to the governor today. Congress is involved. The media will play their role. Nothing is being subverted here.”

“Yeah, well,” Rupert said. “I don’t trust any of the junta. No offense.” He stood and left the small room, bumping Cleo as he exited.

Hunter stood up. “Perfect timing.”

Everyone let out a nervous chuckle.

“I’ll talk to you all tomorrow. Same place, same time please.”

**********

“How were Rupert and Cleo?”

“Both arrogant. Cleo lets Rupert trigger her. She referred to you by first name in front of the council.”

Fushima grimaced. “I’ll talk to her.”

“Everyone knows, governor.”

“Not everyone. She needs to be careful.” The governor paused, then restarted.

“So,” she pushed the plate away and reclined, her chair protesting, “you’ve told me what they want, but not what you think.”

“I think you should decelerate.”

“Why?” Her tone reminded Hunter of his wife, long dead.

He blew out a breath. “Three reasons. One, nobody is interested in extending the mission 900 years. Two, we know very little about Novaduo compared to Renova. And, three,” he paused, thinking he might not say it, but deciding to, “you want to be the first Renovan president.”

“I do want to be president, Hunter,” Fushima paused, still smiling, eyes narrowed. “What do you want.” It was more of a challenge than a question.

Hunter lowered his head and clasped his hands in front of him as if in prayer. He had been dreaming lately of storms, the kind he saw and heard on the ancient videos from Old Earth, howling wind and the roar of heavy rainfall. The power and majesty of nature.

”To fall asleep in the rain,” Hunter said.

************

Later that night, in his dream, Hunter heard a familiar electronic tone through the pattering of raindrops on a metal roof. It sounded like an alert on his communications tablet. Seconds later, waking, he realized it was in fact his communications tablet. Rubbing his eyes, he said, “Alexa, who’s at the door?”

“Science director Rupert Shumar with Marine Corps Corporal Stewart.”

“Alexa, audio please.” There was a tone, then Hunter said, “Rupert, it’s late.”

“I know!” Hunter heard Rupert’s high-pitched response through the door before the tablet audio caught up.

“Alexa, open the front door,” Hunter said. He heard the men’s footfalls on his entry floor a few seconds later. He met them outside his bedroom in his robe.

Rupert held paper reports out to him. Hunter was awestruck at holding paper in his hands. He’d only held real paper twice before in his life.

After scanning the reports, Hunter asked, ”Those probes have been circling Renova for three days. Why am I just seeing this now?”

“Because we weren’t looking for that,” he said pointing at a specific paragraph, mindful that the Corporal didn’t have a need to know what they were discussing, “and we weren’t looking there.”

“Who figured it out?”

“Me. And Yevchenko.”

“Dissenting opinions?”

“None.”

“OK. Can I keep these?”

“Sign for them with the corporal here. Burn them when you’re done.”

Hence the paper, Hunter thought.

************

“Welcome everyone,” Hunter said. “Sorry for the lack of read aheads but this meeting is for your ears only. Thanks for leaving your tablets outside.”

Everyone nodded.

“Governor Fushima has approved the release of the following statement for you only, no staff, no media, no notes.”

Again, nods around the table.

“We have irrefutable evidence of intelligent life on Renova.”

Everyone looked at the science lead, who was looking at his hands.

“Rupert?” Hunter prompted.

“If you want the science, I’ll be happy to discuss once I’m told it’s OK. The approved statement for now is that unique and specific chemical signatures are escaping the surfaces of large bodies of water on Renova in types and quantities that do not occur in nature. Industrial processes are the only viable source. We now believe, with more than 90% certainty, that Renova contains intelligent aquatic life.”

“Fish people,” Kimbe said. “Fascinating.”

“Do not say ‘fish people’ to the media, Kimbe,” Hunter said, half smiling, half chastising. Nervous chuckles eased the tension.

Cleo got to the point, though. “So, divert is automatic. Intelligent life means divert.”

“Governor Fushima can make any decision she thinks best,” Hunter said. “But yes. The protocol is clear.”

Everyone was staring at Hunter, brows furrowed. Only Rupert seemed relaxed.

“Please be ready,” Hunter said when it was clear nobody had an immediate question. “This is going to anger a lot of people. And, remember, this announcement will be made by Governor Fushima and no one else.”

**********

Cleo, Hunter, and Governor Fushima met an hour later in the tiny conference room. Sweat dripped off Hunter’s nose onto the screen of his tablet. “Why aren’t we meeting in your apartments, governor?” He asked, wiping his face with a cloth napkin.

“Because I assume they’re bugged.”

Hunter shook his head. Cleo didn’t react at all, which told Hunter she already knew.

“Cleo, did you read all of the Renova report?” the governor asked.

“Yes, and everything we have on intelligent aquatic life.”

“Do you think it’s possible for us to settle unnoticed by the Renovans long enough to allow us to gain a foothold and prepare a defense?”

“Based on what I’ve read about their most likely technologies, it’s probable.”

Hunter jumped in, annoyed at the obvious tag-teaming of Fushima and Cleo, “But that doesn’t change the protocol, which is clear.”

Fushima shook her head in understanding, “Yes, of course. But I have authority to make my own decision, correct?”

“I’m surprised you’re even considering it, Governor, Hunter said. “You’ll be impeached if you disregard the protocol without justification.”

“It’s my job to look at all angles,” the governor said. And she switched her attention back to her operations chief.

“Cleo, if I announce divert, what will the ROB terrorists do?”

Cleo had Alexa pull up a graphic with three options. She went through them in order. First, they would probably attack life support, most likely water generation and gravity in the agricultural section of the ship, in an effort to force deceleration because of resource scarcity. If that didn’t work, they would attempt assassination hoping to replace Fushima with a leader sympathetic to their goals. Third, they would attempt mutiny within the crew.

Governor Fushima’s nearly painted on smile vanished. “You think ROB has access high enough to pull off mutiny? Who?”

Cleo shrugged, “We’ve done years worth of scrubbing. No one seems likely.”

“And yet you think it’s plausible.”

Cleo shrugged, “If I was running ROB, it’s what I’d do. Besides, they’ve had nine centuries to install sleeper agents.”

The governor looked closely at Cleo and Hunter. She’s paranoid, Hunter thought. He wondered how deeply Cleo was in on the governor’s plans.

“Alexa, analyze communications of the executive council over the last thirty days for suspicious or disloyal behavior. Report for my eyes only.”

“Yes, Governor.”

Hunter and Cleo both shifted their gazes from the governor to each other. Hunter realized Cleo was being held in the dark as well. Something was up.

Hunter leaned forward, “Governor, have you already made your decision?”

Fushima eyed Cleo, then said, “Yes.”

“So we’re diverting to Duonova, then.”

Fushima looked at her watch and left the room. Hunter watched Cleo chase after her.

**********

Hunter found Rupert waiting at his door when he returned to his quarters to freshen up.

“Rupert, you know we can’t talk here.”

“Please tell me you’re pushing to divert, Hunter.”

“Is your report accurate and honest?”

“Wha—of course it is!”

“Then how could I do anything else?”

Hunter watched Rupert scan him, deciding something.

“I’m hearing that Fushima is still considering deceleration,” Rupert finally said.

“From who,” Hunter responded, resisting the urge to grab Rupert by the collar.

“People talk. I have sources, just like everyone else.”

Hunter looked Rupert in the eyes, scanning.

“Rupert,” Hunter said, “do not do anything stupid. You are too valuable to our mission.”

“If we decelerate, knowing there is intelligent life on Renova, my mission is over. Because I will resign.”

“Don’t overreact. Your people look to you for leadership.”

“I am leading. I’m doing the right thing.” Rupert turned and walked away.

**********

Two days later, Hunter watched the governor’s address like everyone else, on the ship’s video conferencing system. Fushima was brief.

“Citizens of the Amazonian, I urge calm as you digest the news I”m about to give you. We have clear evidence of intelligent life on Renova. This means we cannot settle the planet and must divert to Duonova.”

She warned that unlawful activity would be dealt with severely. She asked citizens to report any activity by the Renova or Bust terrorists.

**********

The first violence happened four hours after the broadcast. Gangs broke into shops and looted.

The ship’s news services reported on the violence, “Security forces have killed twenty-five and wounded hundreds as ship-wide violence erupted following Governor Fushima’s decision to divert to Duonova.”

Damn them, Hunter thought, for ignoring the murdered and wounded cops.

“Detention centers are filled past capacity as the crackdown intensifies.”

The looting turned into rioting.

*********

Mid-riot, someone blew up the water production facility of the agricultural sector.

ROB did not claim responsibility, but their graffiti tags turned up everywhere.

Hunter guessed insiders had to be involved. It was a very precise attack, the damage conveniently contained.

********

Governor Fushima was forced to reverse her decision.

“Due to the criminal and immoral actions of a few terrorists,” she announced on video, “our mission must end at Renova. We no longer have enough water resources to divert.”

She assured the ship’s population there was plenty of water capacity to complete the deceleration and settlement.

“We will begin deceleration operations in three days. In six months, we will be Renovans.”

The rioting died.

********

Hunter, exhausted after sleepless days of emergency response leadership, found Rupert at his quarters door again.

He was in no mood to talk. Rupert wasn’t interested in talking, either. He handed Hunter a silicon envelope containing a letter of resignation along with a portable storage fob.

“What’s this?” Hunter indicated the fob.

“You’re a good man, Hunter,” Rupert said. “It’s a shame you were caught up in this. You might have made a good president.” He walked away.

Hunter found a single audio file on the fob. He transferred it to his tablet then listened to it. There were two voices. He didn’t know the first, but he recognized the second voice, Clarissa Fushima.

First voice: “Everything is set at the water plant.”

Fushima: “Do it now. Before the riots die down.”

Do you think the U.S. is losing its position as a global leader?

Honestly, U.S. elections are a mess. They reveal just how flawed the entire system can be. Between the drama, allegations of fraud, and the ridiculous influence of money, the whole thing often looks like a circus more than a democratic process.

Let’s start with the drama. Every election cycle, there are claims of voter fraud and interference, but the kicker is the documented attempts of militia groups planning voter intimidation. That’s not democracy; that’s chaos. When you hear stories about these kinds of tactics, it makes you wonder how fair and transparent the elections really are.

Then there’s the Electoral College, possibly one of the most frustrating aspects for anyone trying to understand American democracy. The fact that a candidate can win the presidency without winning the popular vote feels like a slap in the face to the principle of ‘one person, one vote.’ Add gerrymandering and voter suppression into the mix, and it’s clear many people’s voices aren’t heard equally.

American elections are also totally polarized. It’s like a battlefield where voters are divided into rigid camps with no room for nuance or compromise. Elections should be about policy and moving the country forward, but they often devolve into a tribalistic showdown. It’s more about beating the other side than actually solving any of the country’s problems.

Technology and media? They’re a double-edged sword. On one hand, they provide greater access to information, getting more people involved. On the other, they spread misinformation like wildfire. States are even rushing to legislate against AI-generated content before the primaries. It makes you question how much of what’s out there is even real.

Despite all this, there’s something telling about new U.S. citizens being eager to vote. It shows that despite its flaws, the system still holds some hope for people. They believe they can make a difference, even if the reality is that systemic issues and polarization are huge obstacles.

SCOOBY-DOO | 1950’s Super Panavision 70

What prevents China from kicking Tesla out of the country when the US is already giving BYD a hard time in America?

Common sense? Simple math? Both combined?

The BYD – ‘Build Your Dreams’ wasn’t designed for the American market. That’s not to say there aren’t a few million Americans smart enough to want one. The demography that supported the VW Beetle and then the Hyundai Pony remains. But the BYD wasn’t brought to market under the delusion Americans would play anything but a miniscule role in its profitability and success. Like the VW Beetle and Toyota pickup the BYD was designed as a people’s car for the global community. The BYD was designed for China’s 500 million households. The design and crafts-manship to price ratio makes it viable in India. Financial success was near guaranteed if even 1% of China’s households bought in a given year.

But the future, the near future, is Belts & Roads Initiative driven. 120 million African households aren’t served by grid power. For those villages a BYD-priced electric vehicle isn’t merely a means of transport — it’s a power hub. A village will be wanting several. Drive to a charging station on a nearby highway or in a nearby town, ‘tank up’, then return home where it can feed dozens of devices. And if the village invests in solar, wind, water, or biothermal generator? They won’t be waiting for rural electrification – won’t need it.

But. The name? That acronym (up to 2024 spelled in full on the car’s rear) “Build Your Dreams”? It speaks to what Americans could enjoy the benefit of . . . . if their governments freed them to do so. It helps obviate how the American system skews profit-making power toward those above median income and away from those below. An FYI at no additional cost.

But Tesla in China? Tesla, like Apple, is an icon of American tech. China’s leadership is quite confident that mature cost/benefit comparison will sway Chinese consumers to buy BYD and Huawei.

Musings

Is it true that if you keep playing the same slot machine that you will eventually win it all back?

Some years ago I went to Las Vegas and gambled $32,000.

You may be thinking I’m some kind of high-roller. I’m not. I only took $1,000 to gamble with.

So where did I get $32,000 from?

Well I was playing $25 craps on the pass line. Sometimes I won, sometimes I lost. But — crucially — when I won, I added my winnings to the pile of chips in front of me. I didn’t put it in a separate pile.

In other words, I was gambling the same money over and over again. The sum of all my bets was $32,000 but I never actually had $32,000 sitting in front of me.

So I exposed $32,000 to the risk of loss.

Now, when you hear about the house advantage it might sound quite slight. In craps, the pass line bet gives the house an advantage of 1.4%. But that’s not 1.4% of my original bank roll, it’s 1.4% of the total exposure, i.e. 1.4% of $32,000. So my expected loss was not $14, but $448 – just under half of my bankroll.

Christopher Susie gave an example of a machine with a payout of 90%, i.e. a house advantage of 10%.

If you play a $1 slot machine and take $1,000,000 to gamble with then the final outcome depends on whether you keep your winnings separate, or if you add them to your bucket and put them back in the machine.

If you keep your winnings separate, the Law of large numbers – Wikipedia says that you are highly likely to end up with about $900,000 after your one million plays at $1 each.

But if you keep gambling indefinitely your $1,000,000 will eventually whittle down to nothing.

Delacruzovich’s Dispatches

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Nikolai Delacruzovich

The alliance between China and Russia today is the development that the world needs in order the get over the hump of US dominance and hegemony. Such an alliance, despite Russia’s ostensible aversion to socialism/Marxism, is more valuable than even an existing USSR that is non-aligned with China.

Russia today is carving out a new, indigenous form of socialism, whether explicitly informed by Marxism or not. Russia is taking on the most pivotal role in the world’s global landscape by confronting the West directly, and militarily. China’s role is not to confront, but to open avenues for resistance. By presenting opportunities for economic development to those countries’ who refuse to align with the US and its vassals (EU, NATO) politically, China is bringing about a new wave of global resistance, just as the USSR did in it’s early years (but of a much different nature).

The transition to socialism will now take place gradually for most countries as alignment with the West becomes naturally counterintuitive, even to countries that have been traditionally anti-Communist.

Marxism is playing out as reality. It does not need to be referenced by name. The truth is too obvious to be ignored. Western hypocrisy has been laid bare for all to see.

Why are Chinese living standards so much lower than American living standards?

Are they? By what metric?

Right now you’ll use the but US GDP per capita is higher! GDP is higher.

A Chinese made medicine for cancer IIRC sells in the USA for 33 times the price in China. Is it 33 times better?

I can go to McDonalds if I want (I don’t want to) and buy a big Mac meal for 27RMB it’s 7RMB to $1USD meaning I can buy it for $3USD. Can you buy a big Mac Meal for 3USD?

Can you rent a home for $200 a month?

How much are your property taxes? In China 0% this is why I kept my Dongguan house empty for 3 years no problem at no cost.

How much does your medical care cost? My father had cancer and had full treatment from diagnosis to remission for $3000USD. He had no insurance he paid out of pocket.

How high is the crime rate?

How good is the justice system?

Can you leave your job without thinking but what about my medical insurance?

There’s tons of metrics that make the US far lower on in terms of living standards.

The only metric the US has is that they can sign waivers of liability and as such they can do things such as go skydiving without a licence or other silly things like that.

HARRY POTTER – 1950’s Super Panavision 70

Why is it bad to release an invasive species into a local ecosystem? Isn’t that the way the world works?

Let me introduce you to Thomas Austin, who probably had the same thought as you in 1859. He had been an avid rabbit hunter in England before he moved to Australia. That year, he asked his brother in England to send him 24 rabbits to hunt. He was a generous man and gave them away to anyone who wanted them. His dream of establishing a population of rabbits quickly turned into an ecological nightmare. Doing what rabbits do and having few predators, by 1867 they had multiplied uncontrollably and stripped bare large swathes of farm land in Victoria and started spreading to other states.

While they sometimes proved a useful food source in scarce times, their overgrazing had an immense and devastating impact on the ecology of Australia. Every year, they cause hundreds of millions of dollars’ worth of damage to crops, natural vegetation and soil erosion. They also maintain the fox and feral cat populations, resulting in increased predation of native animals and contributing to the extinction of some species. They also eat seedlings of plants and threaten native plant regeneration. They can change the whole structure of vegetation communities, with flow-on effects for the native birds, reptiles, invertebrates and other animals. Rabbits have destroyed over 4 million km² of Australia and cost the country enormous sums of money.

Australian citizens, scientists, farmers and government officials tried fruitlessly to beat the rabbits. In 1907 the West Australian government finished a 1,837 km long anti-rabbit fence, the world’s longest fence. Unfortunately, the rabbits had already passed most of the fences before they were finished! By the 1920s, Australia’s rabbit population had swollen to 10 billion!

Imagine every Aussie being like this:

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World’s longest fence

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Oops, no point!

Rabbits’ competition for the same food source has led to the dwindling numbers of native animals like the bandicoot and bilby.

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Within a century, the whole continent had been overrun and ravaged by billions of rabbits. Conventional controls are labour intensive and time consuming and, faced with the rate at which rabbits breed, cannot hold down numbers. In 1950, Australian scientists declared war on the bunnies by introducing myxoma, a virus related to small pox.

Injection with the virus did not seem to work. The scientists didn’t know that the virus needed insects to spread. By mere chance, when they tried their experiment again on a rainy day expecting another failure, it worked!

Initially, myxomatosis caused enormous reductions in rabbit numbers. In some areas 99 per cent of the rabbits were killed. However, with the virus spread by mosquitoes, fatality rates varied across the country. In arid areas, where mosquitoes cannot survive, myxomatosis did not spread well.

In a classic evolutionary arms race, the rabbits are building resistance and the virus is losing its effectiveness.

Researchers are looking into new biological control agents, which could come from new viruses or more virulent strains of existing ones. A permanent solution seems to be always hopping out of sight and we are still losing to the rabbits. In the meantime we just have to live with this:

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Who was the greatest or most powerful Chinese military general/warlord from history?

Since the beginning of human history, all armies have only one function, which is to fight. To put it simply, it is to kill the enemy on the battlefield.

There is such a great man in China who completely changed the nature of the army and redefined the army:

the army is the people’s own army;
the army is a work team to complete political tasks;
the army is an engineering team to build the country;
the army is a rescue team for emergency relief…

The army is no longer just a violent group, but a collective with philosophical thoughts, ideals and aspirations, and moral constraints.

Since he came, all other armies in the world can only be called “old-style armies”!

As Expensive phones eat up the market, why aren’t people buying Chinese Flagship phones? All I hear is Samsung and Apple in profitable Flagship segment.

The West have a massive hardware advantage and a bit of a software advantage over the Chinese Flagship Phones

In fact the only Chinese flagship phone in the league of Apple and Samsung is Huawei and that’s struggling to get on par chips and yet on the markets where it is allowed to compete fairly, it does create a strong dent

The fact is the West has too much core technology in certain areas that prevent any other brand from coming into the picture

For instance when we had the Old Televisions – did you know that only SEVEN COMPANIES had a Patent and Royalty to make Picture Tubes from 1931 until 1987

The Beam Indexing Systems and Aquadag Patents were held with these seven companies – ALL OF WHOM WERE WESTERN (3 British, 2 Dutch, 1 West German and 1 American)

Even Matsushita and Sony made their own picture tubes but used technology from these seven companies until in 1987 when Sony managed to patent their own PT technology generously allowed to them after the Plaza Accords

Likewise when it comes to ICE CARS – the West dominates a lot of the premium technology

Let’s face it – they colonized us, enslaved us for 300 years and used our resources and our money for building a huge gap in technology that none of us can probably catch up until we have an equal footing when it comes to completely new technology

China is the only Nation on earth which has its own dominance in Core Technology in certain areas that isn’t either part of the Collective West nor a Lackey to the US like Japan and South Korea

One area is GREEN TECHNOLOGY and ENERGY

It’s an Area where China had a chance to actually compete from the inception instead of an Area where they had to face an uphill 20–30 year lead advantage by the West

They crushed the West and decimated them to smithereens

Not a single European or American could come close to China in Battery Cells, Solar Wafers, Advanced Coating and Green Turbines

Not in efficiency or in cost

In other Areas China may not beat the West but they produce on par with the West and have their own equally same quality adaptable Technology

High Speed Rail is one example

Steel Process is another example

China can produce the finest steel without any foreign technology today

China can make MRI machines without any foreign technology today

China has its own Pharmaceutical Industry that has made many strides

We live in a Matrix sadly dominated by the Western Machinery

The Mainland China is where you find a new and different world

It’s a 800 Million consumer market where Chinese Brands are fast gaining dominance and driving the Western Brands out

It’s where China is slowly shrugging off technological dependence on the West in every sphere possible from Servers to Processors to Memory

Give it some time

Maybe 20–30 years

First let China decimate the Western Brands through sheer competition in its own markets rather than protectionism and other legislative punitive measures like imposing a 700% Tariff on India made Iphones Or 600% Tariff on Western Engines

Chinas growth in Technology is around 6–7 years old

Its unfair to expect them to dominate the entire world in such a short time especially in areas where the West has dominated core technology for decades

Texas T-Bone Steaks

Yield: 2 steaks

Ingredients

2 T-bone steaks
1/2 teaspoon jalapeño powder
1/2 teaspoon garlic powder
1/4 teaspoon cumin
1 to 2 tablespoons butter
Salt to taste

Instructions

Reverse Sear

Heat oven to 275 degrees F.
In a bowl, combine jalapeño powder, garlic powder and cumin. Stir to combine.
Season the T-Bones generously on both sides with salt. Season again on both sides with jalapeño powder, garlic and cumin blend.
Place steaks on broiler pan and put into preheated oven.
Cook until internal temperature reaches 125 degrees F (about 45 to 60 minutes).
Let steaks rest for 10 minutes under foil.
Preheat skillet until piping hot.
Sear steaks for 1 minute per side. Serve immediately.

Pan-Sear

In a bowl, combine jalapeño powder, garlic powder and cumin. Stir to combine.
Place a cast iron or heavy based skillet over medium high heat. Place butter in the skillet to melt.
While the butter is melting, season the T-Bones generously on both sides with salt. Season again on both sides with jalapeño powder, garlic and cumin blend.
Once the pan is hot and the butter is bubbling, place the steaks in to cook. Turn every 30-60 seconds. Use a spoon to collect the hot, melted butter and scoop it repeatedly over the tops of the steaks to baste.
Continue until the steaks have reached your desired level of doneness.
Remove from pan and rest under foil at for at least 10 minutes before slicing and enjoying.

Nutrition

Per serving: Calories 320; Total fat 21g (Sat. fat 11g; Trans fat 1g); Cholest. 115mg; Sodium 85mg; Total Carb. 1g; Fiber 0g; Total Sugars 0g; Protein 32g; Vit D (4% DV); Calcium (4% DV); Iron (15% DV); Potas. (12% DV)

This recipe is an excellent source of protein, zinc, niacin, vitamin B6, vitamin B12 and selenium, iron, riboflavin and phosphorus.

What’s the dark side of Sweden?

I am Ukrainian and have been living in Stockholm for more than 3 years now.

I would say Sweden, as country is good one to live in for many aspects like good social standards, security, nature and ecology, good work-life balance, high professional, service and quality standards. Also, I found it pretty interesting to observe Swedish society in details because of its unique way to self-organize, art of finding consensus and compromise. A lot of people commit for the sake of whole society despite they are quite individualistic same time. From one of the view points, it is really amazing how society is built and organized.

As the result, if you think rationally – you can not ever decide move away from the country because of the many good points comparing to any other country.

BUT…

There are dark sides when you step down from society to individual level.

Biggest “drawback” of people here I found is overshooting rationality. Even their famous “lagom” is a feature of it. Because of to be lagom means to be extremely rational, balanced in any aspect of the life. This makes things here really, absolutely boring. Rational + bad-climate and cold nordic temper equals in this case no warm, open, truthful emotions.
People here are quite individualistic and self-concentrated. They are stuck to self-effectiveness, their work and hobbies so basically they don’t have a room for other people around.
As mentioned by others here, political correctness is a good thing for society, but it really closes a door to meaningful (even if sometimes conflictual) conversations, making connections with people. You basically can’t make a connection with a person if you two only discuss the bad weather, upcoming in a half a year summer holidays and what kind of food you ate yesterday at family dinner.
It’s pretty closed society with more or less precise separation line between locals and immigrants (excluding probably people from west Europe and USA). That is pretty hard for immigrant to find a job or build a career in some “white” areas of business and professions. All the well-paid places and offices consist of 95% of locals or high-skilled expats from other first-world countries.
Things are crazy expensive here comparing to southern Europe, so people quite rarely hang out with friends. Almost never with colleagues outside working hours and yearly conferences.

So, living here you feel your life has high standards and possibilities but is quite isolated and low real happiness (not the one from indexes).

Interesting pictures

Neil Howe On The Fourth Turning: How Bad Will It Get, How Long Will It Last & What Comes Next? (PT1)

What countries will you never visit again?

India. Absolutely.

I made a mistake of travelling there with friends without the assistance of travel agent. We were cheated out of our money 3 times. There are scammers cheating tourists out of everything, hotel, transportation, food, travel guide, etc. We were once left without hotel room, without transportation and our belonging stolen. Had to seek help from our country’s high commission officer who fortunately, happened to be there.

The women in our group felt absolutely unsafe. Indian men staring, following, whistling. Public toilets are so incomprehensibly dirty and not fit for animals to seek relief in, let alone humans. Street food are numerous, colourful and exciting, yet none is safe for consumption. Abandoned children running about begging for food and totally ignored by adults. And very high density of people everywhere.

Initially we planned to spend 10 days in India, but we cut the trip short to only 3 days. Took a flight to Thailand instead. Never going to India again.

Have you ever come home from a hard day’s work and found a surprise waiting for you at home?

I was a telecom tech. It was early January along the Texas Gulf coast. I left home at 6AM & started work at 7. It was either raining or drizzling all day with a northeast wind & 40 degrees for a high. It was miserable. I finished the load & headed home at 6PM. That’s a 10 hour day in tough conditions.

It’s already dark as I’m driving home.

When I get home my 4 year daughter comes running out. She’s in her jammies & barefoot. The jammies are wet & muddy. I pick her up & we go in. Her mother is in bed. I run a tub of warm water & my little girl gets undressed & gets in the tub. I get her warm clothes out & make sure she gets a good bath. (Basically I sit on the toilet lid & make sure she gets herself clean, as she’s been taught.)

While she’s getting dressed I go out & start my 4wd because the rain is coming down harder & the road in & out is mud now.

My daughter & I go to Dairy Queen, her favorite restaurant in the world. While we’re there she tells me about the walk she took & the dogs (coyotes) she & our dogs met. Luckily all the heelers went with her. Daddy Dart, mama Belle & their 5 pup’s who were about 10 months & well into herder training. A significant force used to handling 1/2 ton steers. Coyotes? No problem. These dogs are “aggressive” to say the least. I’ve had a 1200 lb longhorn with a seven foot spread charge me & two dogs back him off, & they were 9 month pups.

That was the beginning of the end for me & the wife. Three years later I was raising my little girl on my own.

What was the most legendary “I quit!” that you know about or witnessed?

When I worked as a carpet installer I had long hair half way down my back, tattoos and would show up to peopes homes dressed in footy shorts, a T shirt and, no shoes ( no shoes they later realised was a blessing for I didn’t bring any shit in on their new carpet ).

There were those that prejudged me and to them I would apologise and say, “I am sorry and I would suggest they ring the firm and get them to send someone out more qualified “. I would then ask them where they would like me to put their carpet as I had allready delivered it no point taking it back with me.

Meanwhile they would ring up the firm to complain about my appearance and ask what had they sent to install their carpet ( they were mostly the upper rich that did this with no understanding that except for my hair everything else made it easier to do my job) the were just ignorant arseholes that judge by appearance.

On ringing the firm they were then informed that they sent their best layer out to do their job, simply because of the price, and materials involved, and the firm didn’t want any stuff ups either. Money doesn’t always equate to intelligence. They would hand me the phone and I would say to the boss in front of them to ask them to dissppear and not see me till the job is finished. For I would gladly leave and they could try and find someone more qualified.

I might sound like a smartarse blowing smoke up my own arse, but when you are working on a job and it has Teak skirting boards around the house, even if you do have 20 years experience, someone hovering over your shoulder is likely to distracted you and hit the bloody skirting board with your hammer. It was fun at the end of the day when they loved their job, and I was judgemental.

There were two though where I didn’t care what they offered to pay I quit and just said sorry I can’t help you and left. I still remained employed at the firm and had another job the next day. Meeting different and new people was one of the things I loved about my job. In 25 years I only met 5 people like this and only 2 of them were jobs I quit on and nothing would change my mind. I’m dure many other tradies can relate to this answer

In terms of size difference, how does the effectiveness of the Chinese military compare to that of the US forces?

Since the Chinese military began its reforms in 2014, it has started conducting high-intensity conventional warfare military exercises. These exercises simulate combat in different scenarios and against various levels of enemies.

Among these, elite divisions of the Chinese military sometimes face a hypothetical enemy preset to possess capabilities beyond current human levels, humorously referred to by soldiers as “ROBOTECH.”

(Commander of ROBOTECH)

When an elite division of the Chinese military encounters ROBOTECH during a simulated exercise, the following situations may arise:

1. ROBOTECH can disrupt all electronic communications of the Chinese military, forcing them to rely on primitive communication methods.

2. ROBOTECH has access to the real-time coordinates of all Chinese military positions.

3. ROBOTECH will not hesitate to utilize tactical nuclear weapons and biochemical weapons against the Chinese military. (These tactical actions are simulated through a training system and do not involve actual artillery or nuclear explosions.)

4. ROBOTECH possesses an extremely strong air force and conventional firepower, not only completely dominating air superiority but also capable of unleashing artillery shells over a wide area like raindrops.

5. ROBOTECH includes the world’s most elite ground units, along with the most advanced main battle tanks, heavy artillery, and tactical missiles, comprising personnel that are also from elite ranks of the Chinese military. Moreover, in the 2016 exercises, ROBOTECH already utilized suicide drones, and the quantity of drones far exceeded that of the current scale of the Russia-Ukraine war.

(The Chinese army was severely beaten by ROBOTECH.)

Unsurprisingly, even the elite units of the Chinese military generally lost to ROBOTECH. However, after numerous exercises, the once-overwhelmed elite divisions have progressed to being able to engage ROBOTECH in fierce battles, even achieving two miraculous victories and one draw.

BRICS rise and Europe’s economic decline w/ Alex Krainer

Don’t ever be convinced to do something that you are uncomfortable about

When I was in the ADC being “retired”, I was required to narrate my most despicable sexual fantasies They wanted all sorts of lurid stories and things that I would fantasize about during sex.

They wanted and insisted I do this as a requirement for me being discharged from prison. I would write about my most lurid fantasies and it would go into my “binder” proving (in my own words) what a despicable pervert I was.

*sigh*

Well, everyone has sexual fantasies.

And I am a writer, so I did it. Indeed, I gave the five pages of things that I found titillating to the authority at the ADC.

I really had two main sexual fantasies.

My top fantasy (by far) was having sex in a barn; rolling about in the hay. It really was something that I was really into, and it was my actual and real fantasy. And not only that, but my wife and I acted upon it. We would find a barn, slip in and then go at it.

Spring, Summer and Fall were my favorite adventures. Winter not so much. It’s collllld in those drafty places. But I don’t know why it was such a titillation to me. Maybe the smell of the hay, or the sneakiness of the adventure, or the threat of getting caught.

I know it sounds so silly. But it’s the truth It was a thing that I really liked and it would really help me get my rocks off. And my wife, who loved me, would also participate (obviously) with no qualms.

The other fantasy, ah…

You know, I really never got to spend any time around women. I worked in factories and in industry. And the most attractive gal was usually some fifty-year old cleaning lady. So my fantasy at that time was dating a professional secretary. These were the only women that were not hags within my immediate contacts.

Nice black three piece suit. And high heels, and of course glasses.

I never took action on that fantasy. Though, my wife would sometimes really titillate me with that fantasy.

But that was it.

So when the ADC demanded that I write my nastiest and dirtiest sexual fantasies on paper, and a minimum of five pages, I did so, and truthfully told about my fantasies.

And I handed the papers to the ADC professional.

He looked at it, started to read it, and yelled at me. “What shit is this!” He scowled and frowned at me.

Threw the papers back at me. Ordered me to do it again, and this time write about little children, and ordered me to make sure that no one was over the age of ten in the writing. Then he ordered me to leave.

I tried.

I tried, but I couldn’t. It was just way too alien for me.

So I said “fuck this” (to myself), and wrote nothing.

If they wanted to keep me in prison past my sentence, they would have to come up with a good reason. I just wasn’t going to write any bullshit.

But others in my barracks just told me to write anything. That it won’t matter. That I could even copy their stories. But, I said “fuck it”. And didn’t so a thing.

I was usually a passive guy, but this was one thing that I wouldn’t budge on.

And you know what?

It came time for me to leave. My sentence was up.

And yeah, and they let me go.

That bullshit of me having to write a document or they would hold me indefinably in prison was all bullshit. Bull Fucking Shit.

I was this close >||< to making a big mistake.

Now, what happened to the document that I wrote about sex in the barns, and my attractiveness to business women was eventually thrown away and forgotten. And with that, so was my memory of the entire event sequence.

But that’s the was the ADC worked and that’s the way the incarceration system worked. It would have all been on file; guaranteeing me lifetime in prison because some asshole insisted that I make up stories to put in my files and my binder.

*sigh*

Sex in a barn. In Fall with my someone who I loved.

Then home with my cats and a cup of coffee.

It’s astounding how evil people can twist such innocent and nice things for power, wealth and dominance.

Don’t ever be convinced to do something that you are uncomfortable about.

Today…

What is your opinion about China and Chinese people?

I’m an American who lived in China for 16 years. I basically grew up there, went to school there, worked there and even got married there (though it wasn’t to a Chinese).

I’ve lived all over the country and have had interactions with people from various ethnicities, socio-economic backgrounds, religions and in different areas of China.

There is no possible way for me to sum up what I think of “Chinese” people or the country itself, except that I feel it’s been downplayed as to how diverse it really is. In fact, I hate it when other foreigners say something is ‘typically Chinese’ or generalize…because they are such a diverse country. And sometimes I feel that Chinese nationals don’t even know or appreciate how genuinely diverse their country is.

Now that I’m back in the US, it’s very hard to explain to people what China is actually like or answer their many questions about life there. About the only things I can say that are general is: 1) There are indeed a lot of people; 2) Computer stuff is cheap; 3) Eating out is cheap; 4) Public transport is extremely cheap and very efficient.

Another observation I’ve had is despite all of its diversity and it’s huge population, somehow the government/businesses have managed to really streamline things for the most part. Just working in a Chinese company, my concepts of how to deal with a large volume of applications, paperwork and workload are much different than a lot of my peers here in the US. So when I did come back and start working for US companies, sometimes my managers would be shocked at how quickly I got so much done. Like they didn’t even understand it. Not to put them down in anyway. And occasionally I would even get in trouble for doing something differently than others and they would be like, “Why on earth would you do it this way? How did you even think of this?” but that was often before they could see the results.

But on the negative side of that, I had a hard time dealing with all of the personal needs of customers and the tailoring that a lot of Americans require. I’m using to dealing with a huge workload but that’s mostly uniform where people have chosen from a small category of options. I’m not as used to dealing with the incredible personal preferences of a handful of clients who can’t seem to make up their minds. In China, they don’t tend to give you a lot of ‘options’. And people don’t really expect them either. They tend to walk in when they want a service and already know exactly what they want. So it’s a much easier process of facilitating that.

What Would Happen if the US Decided to Not Pay its Debt?

Iranian missiles said to have completely destroyed Israeli Nevatim air base and other bases; Nevatim housed over 20 F-35 fighters which are all destroyed now, as well an advanced American X-band radar site. How is Israel going to get revenge now?

It was a pretty effective strike

The details are trickling in and it does appear that Israel has had 20 damaged F-35s (They aren’t using the word destroyed) but a damaged F35 is as bad as a destroyed one for minimum 12–18 weeks

The Radar site is definitely destroyed

It’s why Israel has postponed their attack on Iran

However the attack will happen

Mostly they will use Drones and they will hit Iranian Top Military and Intelligence Brass with US Intelligence and surveillance capabilities

The Ease of Lying About China, Part 4

Lies aren’t as easily accepted without some ground truth. Sometimes, they are just partial truths taken to extremes, often times out of ignorance and good faith. This is something that all Chinese people eventually realize after living in China for long enough; some people are better at working with partial pictures than others.

‘I don’t think it can get any harder’: reality check for China’s travel industry

Stark contract between an optimistic picture painted by China’s travel data and consumers who are reluctant to spend amid broader economic anxieties.

https://www.scmp.com/economy/china-economy/article/3281095/chinas-travel-industry-faces-reality-check-worst-ever-season

There was a great thread by Glenn Luk as usual, responding to this article. But more on that, there was a great supplementary thread by David Fishman, who succinctly highlights the issue of interpreting China by using three anecdotes he scraped together:

In elite control societies, what often goes dismissed are the experiences of the common person. This is especially true of the US where “middle class” has represented the top 10% of US society for decades— cue the many complaints of “middle class” houses in Hollywood films that are nothing short of multi-million dollar McMansions. The same can be said about the more liberal Chinese takes on China. I for one know the mood among the high performers of academia China. It is not the greatest, though I must say, I have been quite uncomfortable being in so many BMW SUVs (ostentatious wealth not really my style).

The reason why I do not share in these dour takes on China is because of my paternal family and the fortunes of people from back from the village. I know where those family members come from, what kind of temperament they have, and especially what they have nowadays. Back in 1998, we rode in a cheap knockoff sedan sporting a false police siren (to speed on country roads), driving over half paved, half dirt roads just to get to our T5 city. Ever since, I have watched them get far wealthier. Today my elder cousin does better than me; he owns 3 properties in a T1 city and rents two of them out for a very pretty penny, while I struggle as someone in the top 5% of the US to actually buy a cheap house ($850k) in the place I grew up. The difference between my cousin that is younger by a year and my other cousin who is graduating from undergrad this year is night and day; the former has moved to the US and lives a great life but had to be top of her class to do so, while the latter is pretty much the definition of academic mediocrity. Even so, her mentality bears all the hallmarks of polite urbanite (while I remember the former offering me a beer back when we were 13, as no one cared out in the sticks). That former cousin grew up in that T5 city, the latter cousin is basically a T1 city girl; both, it seems, can do quite well for themselves despite the wide gulf in effort. Hence, people who tell me that China is terrible for everyone but the elites are only going to get the stinkeye from me— it’s like they don’t even care that my family exists.

The pattern I’ve seen in a lot of the anti-China reporting is that they pay attention to only the elites. Keep in mind we are only talking about those reports from people who seem like they know what they are talking about, either because they have Chinese names or they actually bother going to China. On the surface, this is a remarkable step up from the typical “China expert” who knows no Chinese and hasn’t ever visited. Unfortunately this step up seems to be what is selling authenticity today, when in fact it is just clearing a minimum threshold of “not 100% fantasy.”

I have said this time and time again, even all the way back to random comments in 2015 or so: China is insanely complex. Its size should humble all who engage. When I hear about a foreigner who has stayed for 15–20+ years in China, I will usually go “wow, you must have a lot of insight!” But make no mistake, that’s not me calling them a China expert, that is me expecting that they have some very narrow experiences that strike very deep and true, and that I will be able to glean some insights on a tiny sliver of China through them. Most people of that degree of stay in China are likewise humble and know that we all are just in the business of exchanging very narrow and specific slivers of China. To those observing, particularly neophytes to the experience that is China, this subtext may go unnoticed.

David Fishman is a valuable resource. He has tons of stories from people he can reach on the streets. But I know better than to expect him to really know Chinese governance; he has little in the way of penetration into the government track lifestyle. He is also white, which means he won’t have the perspective of someone who can blend into the streets and watch China the way a Chinese person can. There are always limitations to one’s China experience, which is why we all fan out in our information gathering through guanxi (connections).

Yes, there are a lot of blatant lies about China. But just because they exist, don’t get complacent when someone comes by with experience or a Chinese name and starts generalizing. Specificity is the name of the game; pity that most Chinese people don’t feel safe sharing specifics. This is often the reason why you have to hit the streets and make your own guanxi. First, build trust, then get specifics. You never know when someone is withholding information from strangers but not their guanxi network.

But just to highlight, driving back to that T5 city from the T1 city took generally 2 hours in the late 90s. It was unwise to do after a rain as the mud would likely have made the roads unmanageable. In the late 00s, that drive went down to 1.5 hours; the road at the outskirts of the T5 city had massive potholes that you could not evade and would require cars to go at most 5 km/h. In the late 10s, I don’t recognize most of the city anymore. I don’t remember seeing any donkeys driving carts anymore, only the standard blue motor trike at the very bottom end. I can barely estimate that the town square that felt so hollow and eerie at night in the 00s (due to all of the empty concrete apartment shells, lack of lights, and echoing) was now a park with big trees and plenty of amenities.

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Remember, T5 city! Where those pink trees are was generally where a line of stores were, and back in the 00s one of those stores sold crappy CRT TVs. One of them played Shrek in Chinese dub, which captivated some 20-ish children as onlookers. I joined them as I was bored then. Everything now is unrecognizable.

Anecdotes aren’t that powerful, but they can serve as smell tests for the kind of China headlines that pander to American audiences. The more you have your own experiences to look back on, the more you too can be immunized to bold but bad China takes. Because the sad reality is, it is just too easy to lie about China, and even the truths are not that good either!

11 Harsh Realities of Life for a 60 year old retired man.

What is stopping China and the United States from becoming allies?

The truth: China desperately want to become friend with US, however, US sees China as a threat and want to see China lose.

Lived in both countries, what I’ve observed is in China, everyone (including main stream media like CCTV) is talking about US being the best country:

the higher level of democracy
the innovation
hollywood movies, hot actors / actress
advanced technologies, respect for skill and knowlege…
the list goes on…

When I actually get here, I’d say some of these high reviews are true, but overall it’s probably overrated.

Then when I start to read news on CNN, Fox, NY Times, I see lots of negative news about China.

food imported from China are poisons
Chinese constantly steal US intellectual property
in China everything is about building connections, just having the skills will fail you in China
Chinese government tortures minority
China ‘bully’ neighbouring countries.
… and the list goes on

Non of these are true – I’m not saying China is a perfect country, it’s far from perfect, but the real issue in China was never cared and covered by western media. All these news is designed to make people hate China.

Oven Swiss Steak

Yield: 6 servings

Ingredients

1 (1 1/2 pound) beef round steak, cut 3/4 inch thick
1/4 cup all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon salt
2 tablespoons shortening
1 (16 ounce) can tomatoes, cut up
1/2 cup finely chopped celery
1/2 cup finely chopped carrot
1/2 teaspoon Worcestershire sauce

Instructions

Cut meat into 6 serving-size portions.
Combine flour and salt; with meat mallet, pound 2 tablespoons of the mixture into meat on both sides. Brown meat on both sides in hot shortening.
Transfer meat to a 12 x 7 inch baking dish.
Blend remaining 2 tablespoons flour mixture into pan drippings.
Stir in undrained tomatoes, celery, carrot and Worcestershire sauce. Cook and stir until thickened and bubbly; pour over meat.
Bake steak, covered, at 350 degrees F for about 1 hour or until meat is tender.

China’s first photonic chip pilot line opened in Wuxi leading the industry to take off

On September 25, at the 2024 Integrated Circuit (Wuxi) Innovation and Development Conference, the first photonic chip pilot line in China built by the Wuxi Photonic Chip Research Institute of Shanghai Jiao Tong University was officially put into use. This marks that photonic chips have officially entered the fast lane of industrialization, which will break through the limitations of computing paradigms and bring new imagination space for large-scale intelligent computing. A glorious era for photons is about to begin.

Photonic chips are the core of the new generation of information technology. They can meet the technical needs of transmission, computing, storage, and display in the fields of artificial intelligence, Internet of Things, cloud computing, biomedicine, etc. in the new round of scientific and technological revolution. They have become a new driving force for economic growth and an industrial highland for global competition.

The pilot platform has a total area of 17,000 square meters, integrating scientific research, production and services. It has complete supporting facilities and is equipped with more than 100 world-class CMOS process equipment, covering the full closed-loop process of thin-film lithium niobate photonic chips from lithography, thin film deposition, etching, wet process, cutting, measurement to packaging.

The platform also takes into account other material systems such as silicon and silicon nitride, builds N special process platforms, and forms a leading “1+N” advanced photonic device innovation platform. It can not only provide full-process technical services for universities, research institutes, and innovative enterprises, but also incubate photonic industry projects, efficiently link with industrial funds, open up the complete chain from product research and development to marketization, and accelerate the commercialization of scientific and technological achievements.

The pilot platform will not only accelerate the flywheel effect of technology iteration, promote the continuous optimization of process flow and the improvement of product innovation capabilities, but will also touch the technological frontier at an unprecedented speed, solve the long-standing structural contradictions between the innovation chain and the industrial chain, and ultimately achieve breaking up the obstacles in technology and industry.

The successful completion of the photonic chip pilot line is a vivid epitome of the cooperation between the university and the local government to achieve industrial breakthrough.

In 2021, City of Binhu introduced Shanghai Jiaotong University to establish the Shanghai Jiaotong University Wuxi Photonic Chip Research Institute project. The pilot line officially started construction in December 2022, the structure was capped in October 2023, and the first batch of equipment entered the site in January 2024. After intensive equipment debugging, it was officially put into use in September 2024. This landmark of the lake bay has achieved a leap from idea to physical implementation in an almost unrivaled manner. The physical structure was built according to the “Green Building Three Star” standard, and achieved key features such as anti-micro-vibration, constant temperature and humidity, and ultra-cleanliness to provides first-class guarantee for the R&D and production of photonic chips.

Now, walking into the nearly 6,000 square meters of high-grade micro-nano processing clean room of the photonic chip pilot line, people can see equipment neatly arranged, and technicians in clean clothes skillfully operating various equipment and observing the operating conditions of various product parameters.

The 9-meter-high first floor is divided into three floors, with the main equipment on the middle floor. In addition to the pipelines for supplying gas and chemicals, the invisible upper and lower mezzanines are also equipped with fresh air systems to transport clean air and maintain positive pressure in the room, which is then exhausted to the outside through the ventilation holes, so that the cleanliness level of the workshop reaches the 100, 1,000, and 10,000-level standards.

The world-class hardware, the leading domestic precision equipment, and the complete closed-loop control of the process are the three core elements supporting the industrialization of photonic chips. This pilot line is in line with the top-level planning and has reached international standards. After the pilot line is officially put into use, the annual production capacity is expected to reach 10,000 wafers. In the first quarter of 2025, the PDK will be officially released, and external wafer flow services will be provided.

Currently, the whole world is committed to solving the iteration problem caused by the lack of computing resources. Optical quantum computing is not only backward compatible with related technologies, but its theory and framework also enable exponential computing power that is endless. However, due to the lack of matching hardware systems and the immature industrial chain for landing products, optical computing and quantum computing cannot be commercialized. Currently, the world is starting from the same starting line, which provides China with an opportunity to surpass in technology.

The institute will focus on 6/8-inch thin-film lithium niobate wafers and thin-film lithium niobate modulators to overcome the engineering and technical challenges faced by the industrialization of thin-film lithium niobate photonic chips, develop wafer-level chip mass production processes, and achieve large-scale mass production of thin-film lithium niobate photonic chips to meet the high computing power needs of artificial intelligence development.

The Wuxi Photonic Chip Research Institute of Shanghai Jiao Tong University will continue to be a leader in new-quality productivity, continue to explore cutting-edge technologies in quantum science and technology and common key technologies, and rely on the photonic chip pilot line to carry out a three-in-one strategic layout of “platform + incubation + fund”. Focusing on new-generation information technologies such as core, light, intelligence, and computing, it will carry out scientific and technological achievement transformation and incubation and investment in entrepreneurship, explore new paradigms for the incubation of hard technology innovation, and help Binhu District and even Wuxi form a world-class photonic innovation ecosystem with clustered and large-scale development.

De-Dollarization: China Squeezes USD Debt By Guaranteeing RMB Bonds In The Global Markets

Is there any evidence that supports the argument that The United States is becoming a police state?

About a month ago, there was a noise complaint at the neighbor of my brother’s home.

The police arrived. My brother went over because his 11 year old son was there and wanted to ensure his son was okay. The police arrested my brother, charged him with resisting arrest, assault on an officer, aggravated battery on an officer.

These charges carry a two to twenty year prison sentence.

When I asked my brother what happened, he told me that the charges were made up. He asked about his son, the officers (3 of them) engaged him and decided to put him in the squad car. He never touched anyone. He never resisted. Because of the charges, he has no bail, and the bond hearing was set for a month out.

I asked, “Were the officer’s bodycams on?” He replied, “No.” They said all their cams were off.

I thought to myself. “Oh shit.” Then I replied, “Okay, sit tight, I’ll get you a lawyer.”

But to be honest…without any camera footage, my brother was cooked.

Now. I love my brother, and I know his character. I know there was no way he attacked three police officers. To be honest, if he did, they’d just shoot him. He’s a big black guy who spends a lot of time at the gym. No one would have challenged his death.

But, that’s not who he is. However…SOMETHING must have happened, right? It couldn’t be that he just walked up, the police then put him in the car and charged him. That’s not real.

2 to 20 years in prison. Three officers are saying he attacked them. Aggravated Battery on a police officer. All of this was a month ago…labor day weekend. No video evidence, so it’s their word and his. He’s so fucking cooked.

But wait. Remember the part where I said my brother walked over to his neighbor’s house?

The neighbor’s ring door camera activated, and his lawyer has not one…but three videos from ring cameras and security cameras covering the entire event.

You know what actually happened? Well, I’ll say it this way. As soon as the lawyer told the prosecution that they had camera footage from the ring camera, the prosecution dropped the assault and aggravated battery charge immediately. They downgraded the resisting arrest to a misdemeanor and gave my brother a 50,000 bond, which we immediately posted. They also added another charge (a misdemeanor), and handed the entire case from the felony prosecution to the misdemeanor prosecution who wanted to settle. My brother’s lawyer said…”No.” We want this fast tracked to trial. You’ve only seen one video. I have two more. The footage shows my brother walking up to the officers, them having a very normal conversation, and when my brother asked for his son, the officer told him “No.” My brother continued to ask, and the officer put him in cuffs and put him in the car for “protection of the officers.” That was it. No one even raised their voices.

Now. Because this is still in flight, and my brother has plans to sue for wrongful arrest or something…which he’ll lose, I won’t say which department this is, but will post all the details after the case and suite are done.

But here is the thing. Do you know what happened to the three police officers who made up the assault and aggravated battery on a police officer charges with the up to 20 year prison sentence?

Nothing.

Do you know what would have happened to my brother if those ring cameras didn’t kick in? I’m guessing he’d get about 7 years. What’s your guess?

That’s the definition of a police state. They can just make something up to throw you in prison…and in the 1 in a 1000 chance you are able to prove your innocence, nothing happens.

I still nearly tear up at the thought of how close he came. He’s a father of 4 who works for Mitsubishi building generators as a supervisor. And he nearly lost his freedom…for what. I yelled at him “You know never to engage with the police. You know better you fool.” All he could say is…”but my son was over there.” 30K for a lawyer (gone). 5K for the 50K bond (gone) all because you approached police.

I’ll update the results when I can. But more than likely…nothing will happen.

Have you ever suspected that a family member was guilty of murder?

I’m pretty sure Grandpa killed my cousin’s abusive ex-husband.

The ex ticked all the psycho boxes: he was physically, sexually, and verbally abusive. When my cousin finally started the divorce proceedings and got a restraining order, the ex repeatedly violated it. He’d make numerous harassing phone calls daily, show up at her workplace, and was arrested a couple times for trying to force his way into her house. Somehow he’d always make bail and within 24 hours or so be right back at it.

Shortly after the divorce was finalized and she got 100% custody of their son, the psycho broke into her home while she was at work and trashed the house. He left voicemails threatening to kill her. My cousin came and stayed with us for awhile so she could make arrangements to move and would not be home alone.

One day the calls stopped. She stopped seeing his truck around town. My cousin was still scared, it was not like him to just stop, and she figured he had gotten arrested, and would soon be out and back at it again. She said words to that effect one morning at breakfast. There sat Grandpa, reading the paper, with a cup of coffee and a Pall Mall Red. Without looking up he just said, “He won’t bother you again.”

And he didn’t. Going on twenty years and no one has seen or heard of the psycho ex. Grandpa knew something we didn’t, but he died in ’05 so he ain’t telling.

EDIT: to address some of the comments without posting repetitively, I suspect Grandpa got rid of the ex. I do not know if her ex is alive or dead. I don’t know for sure what, if anything Grandpa had to do with it. All I can say for sure is he said the ex wouldn’t bother her again and he hasn’t. Wouldn’t put it past the old man to have done his own problem solving though.

Grand Funk Legend Died & Saw the Afterlife – Mark Farner Tells All!

What is the most current lie told about China?

There are several major lies that are all equally current:

China is planning to invade Taiwan.
China is oppressing the Uyghurs in Xinjiang (genocide, forced labor, concentration camps, etc.).
China is oppressing the Chinese people in general (Xi Jinping is a dictator).
China’s economy is a disaster (property market, youth unemployment, demographics, etc.).
China can’t innovate; it can only steal IP.
China is debt-trapping African countries.

What do doctors do when a patient cannot pay for life-threatening surgery? Do surgeons let the patient die, or do the surgery at their own expense?

Once, when I was on duty in the Emergency Department during my residency training on a 36-hour shift, I noticed something. Something strange, something that was not normal.

There was this one kid, around 10 years old. I saw him wandering around the emergency department all day long. And just like that, it was midnight. I had time to reflect on the events of that night. That same kid was standing outside. So, I decided to find out what was happening to that boy, why was he wandering around the emergency room all day long by himself?

So when I approached him and asked him if I could help him I saw that he was really upset. After that he tried to avoid my questions but I insisted to find out what was going on with him, he asked if we can talk in a private place.

I took him into an office and he lifted his shirt and showed me a scar on his chest that was obviously from a previous heart surgery.

He confessed that he was looking for the doctor who had performed the surgery on him when he was a baby and asked where to find them.

Of course, I knew the surgeon who had operated on the child. But I insisted on knowing why he had been sitting in the emergency room all day looking for that surgeon.

Then I found out that the surgeon in question not only treated the kid for free, but also paid for all the costs of his surgery (since he didn’t have any kind of insurance) and also visited his home every two months after the surgery, paid his family’s rent, got them food and clothes (note this was years ago).

But for the last one and a half years the surgeon was not seen in the children’s house, and his mother did not even have money to pay the rent. That is why he was searching for him.

Sadly, the kid didn’t know that the surgeon had died a year and a half earlier, and he started crying when I told him.

Later that day I told some of my cardiac surgery friends about the incident. I found out that for the past year and a half since the cardiac surgeon’s death, many people have been coming to the hospital regularly asking where he was! Because no one apparently knew that not only did he pay for their surgeries (for those who were unable to pay), but he also made it his mission to help those people’s entire families. And even his wife and children did not know he did that.

What an incredible, inspiring and fascinating person he was.

He was Brigadier-General Dr. Muhammad Fayez in the Royal Medical Services of the Jordanian Armed Forces.

He was a cardiac surgery consultant and head of the cardiac surgery department when he died of a heart attack at the age of 52.

His typical day started at 8:00am and ended at 11:00pm. He was a talented, dedicated, humble and decent man who preferred to work behind the scenes. Didn’t want fame or fortune. A true human being.

UPDATE – Wife Has Known For 8 YEARS That Her Best Friend’s Husband Punched My Son And NEVER Told Me!

Cosmic Catastrophe: A Space Adventure Gone Awry

Submitted into Contest #247 in response to: Set your story on a spaceship exploring the far reaches of space when something goes wrong.… view prompt

Kayla Flemming

The hum of the spaceship’s engines filled the air as Captain Jackson surveyed the vast expanse of space stretching out before them. They were on a routine mission to explore the far reaches of the Galaxy, charting new star systems and collecting valuable data for the Intergalactic Alliance.But as they ventured further into uncharted territory, a sense of unease settled over the crew. There was something off about this sector of space – a feeling of foreboding that sent shivers down their spines.As they pressed on, their fears were realized when a sudden jolt rocked the ship, sending alarms blaring and lights flashing. Emergency protocols were initiated as the crew scrambled to assess the damage.”What happened?” Captain Jackson barked, his voice tense with urgency.”It looks like we hit some sort of anomaly,” replied Lieutenant Ramirez, her fingers flying across the control panel as she attempted to regain control of the ship.But their efforts were in vain as another jolt shook the vessel, this time more violently than before. Panic gripped the crew as they realized they were hurtling towards a nearby planet, their trajectory set on a collision course that spelled certain doom.

With time running out, Captain Jackson made a split-second decision – they would attempt a risky maneuver to evade the planet’s gravitational pull and regain control of the ship.

“Brace yourselves!” he shouted, his hands gripping the controls with steely determination.

As the ship plunged towards the planet’s surface, the crew held their breath, their hearts pounding in their chests. But just when it seemed all hope was lost, Captain Jackson’s daring maneuver paid off, and the ship veered away from the planet at the last possible moment.

Cheers erupted throughout the cockpit as the crew celebrated their narrow escape from disaster. But their relief was short-lived as they realized they were now adrift in the void of space, their navigation systems fried and their chances of survival dwindling by the second.

As they frantically searched for a way to repair the ship and plot a course home, Captain Jackson couldn’t help but wonder what other dangers lurked in the darkness of space, waiting to test their courage and resolve.

Despite the chaos that ensued, the crew of the spaceship refused to let fear dictate their actions. With determination in their hearts and a spirit of camaraderie that bound them together, they set out to explore the planet they had narrowly avoided crashing into. As they descended through the atmosphere, they were greeted by a breathtaking landscape unlike anything they had ever seen before – towering mountains, shimmering lakes, and lush forests stretching out to the horizon.

Eager to uncover the secrets of this alien world, the crew donned their spacesuits and ventured out onto the surface, their eyes wide with wonder as they took in the sights and sounds of this new frontier.

But their sense of adventure soon turned to apprehension as they encountered strange and wondrous creatures lurking in the shadows – creatures with scales as hard as steel, eyes that glowed with an otherworldly light, and voices that echoed through the caverns like whispers from the void.

Undeterred, the crew pressed on, their curiosity driving them ever forward in their quest for knowledge and discovery. And though they faced countless challenges and obstacles along the way, their indomitable spirit carried them through, guiding them on a journey of exploration that would change their lives forever.

As they prepared to leave the planet behind and return to the safety of their ship, Captain Jackson couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude for the adventure they had shared together. For in the face of adversity, they had found strength in each other, forging bonds that would withstand the test of time.

Amidst the chaos and excitement of their unplanned detour, the crew found moments of levity that brought much-needed relief from the tension of their predicament.

From Lieutenant Ramirez’s failed attempts at fixing the ship’s malfunctioning systems to Ensign Johnson’s comical mishaps during their explorations on the planet’s surface, there was never a dull moment aboard the spaceship.

Even Captain Jackson, typically stoic and reserved, couldn’t help but crack a smile as he watched his crew stumble their way through one misadventure after another. But amidst the laughter and camaraderie, there was a sense of camaraderie that bound them together, a shared sense of purpose that gave them the strength to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

And as they finally set course for home, their ship repaired and their ship repaired and their spirits buoyed by the memories of their cosmic escapades, they knew that no matter what trials awaited them in the vast expanse of space, they would face them together, united in their quest for adventure and discovery.

The journey back to their home base was filled with moments of reflection and gratitude. Each member of the crew took the time to appreciate the bonds they had formed and the experiences they had shared during their time in the far reaches of space.

Lieutenant Ramirez, with her quick with and unwavering determination, became the heart and soul of the crew, guiding them through even the most challenging of situations with her calm demeanor and steady hand.

Ensign Johnson, despite his tendency to stumble into trouble, proved himself to be a valuable asset to the team, his ingenuity and resourcefulness saving them on more than one occasion.

And Captain Jackson, with his leadership and courage, inspired his crew to rise above their fears and doubts, leading them through adversity with unwavering resolve. As they neared their home base, a sense of anticipation filled the air. Though their journey had been fraught with danger and uncertainty, they had emerged stronger and more united than ever before.

And as they docked their ship and stepped onto solid ground once more, they knew that their adventure was far from over. For as long as there were stars in the sky and unexplored corners of the universe to discover, they would continue to journey forth, together, in search of the next great adventure that awaited them in the cosmos.

Shorpy

What was said at a funeral that you will never forget?

When I was eleven years old, a friend drowned while swimming alone at a local lake. He was alone because I had persuaded a mutual friend who was supposed to go with him, instead, to come visit me at my house, because I was grounded from leaving the house, but I could have a friend come over.

Denny’s was the first funeral I remember attending, and I walked into the funeral home alone. I was terrified and overcome with remorse and shame. Not quite knowing what to do, I slipped in the back and sat in the first chair I saw with no one near it.

Almost immediately, Denny’s mother came over and sat next to me. She said, “This is not your fault. You did not kill Denny. Tragic accidents happen all the time, sweetheart. Don’t carry this through your life. If you do, that will be a tragic accident too. When you leave today, leave any guilt you might feel right here so that we can bury it as well.

Then she hugged me while I cried. I did exactly as she said. And I have never forgotten the witness of her grace.

A MATTER OF SURVIVAL

Submitted into Contest #243 in response to: Write a story about a character who wakes up in space.… view prompt

Charles Corkery

A MATTER OF SURVIVAL The Shuttle He opened his eyes and knew, immediately, that something was amiss; no headache, no blurred vision, no sluggishness of his central nervous system, no disorientation of any kind. With growing trepidation, he turned to his right and, swallowing his anxiety, gazed at his digital, countdown screen: frozen at 9 years, 5 months, 3 weeks, 6 days and 19 hours. He had been in cryosleep for just 5 hours!What the f**k!Glen Thomas, Commander of Deep Space Shuttle, Commodore V11, noted for his coolness under pressure, began to perspire and panic at the same time. Sitting up, dressed only in khaki briefs and t-shirt, he looked across at the other two cryogenic sleeping pods alongside him and saw the red, illuminated screens of his colleagues ticking down the seconds and minutes in perfect harmony, unlike his own.Flight Engineers, Helen Jones and Matt Weitz slept peacefully inside their transparent cocoons, their body temperatures maintained at a perfect 32 degrees C, in a state of natural hibernation, heart beats slowed, hormones and composition of blood, breathing, cell replication and brain activity all altered for the next nine and a half years, when they would awaken as Commodore V11 reentered Earth’s atmosphere- as he, too, was meant to do. For some reason, his pod had malfunctioned!

As the man in charge of this mission, Glen had an intimate knowledge of his ship and understood that, once set, the timing device of a stasis pod could not be altered.

Nevertheless, heart thumping, he eased himself from the pod zone to the bridge of the craft, floating weightlessly, using his hands to push off bulkheads, hatches and overheads to reach the command centre of the shuttle where all typed modules relating to the workings of the ship were stored.

Breathing deeply, trying desperately to calm himself, he pulled down the tome that related directly to the cryogenic chambers and began to read. Within a few minutes, his worst fears were confirmed; the operational clock, once triggered, could not, under any circumstances, be recalibrated. For him, the ability to not age for the next nine and a half years was no longer an option.

Okay, okay. Stay calm. That’s not the end of the world, he told himself. Helen and Matt would get a shock when they snapped out of hibernation to find their commander almost a decade older than they remembered, sure. And life for him would be pretty damn unbearable in the interim but he could do it; would do it. Hell, he’d be a hero when they got back; maybe even secure a book deal.

Food! Jeez, he’d forgotten about how much sustenance he was going to need to make it through. These shuttles were not overstocked with nutritional products as the majority of travel time was spent in natural hibernation and space food, whether dehydrated, irradiated, freeze dried or thermo- stabilised, still added hugely to fuel costs for every pound stored on board. Time to calculate.

An hour later, having entered the nutritional info of every single item of food he had located in the shuttle into the command and data subsystem, including Helen’s specially packaged must haves, Cheetos, and Matt’s, similarly wrapped, Hershey Kisses, and allowing for a ration of 0.58 kilograms per day, he realised, heart plunging, that he had only enough fluids and solids to sustain life for just twelve months!

A year later, an emaciated, stinking, full bearded commander entered the pod zone for the first time in weeks. Initially, and for several months, he had checked on his colleagues several times per day but, as time had passed, he had limited himself to a once a week visit, the effort involved just too much for his weakened body. This time though, he had another reason for entering this part of the ship: the knowledge that, within the temperature controlled systems lay several litres of much needed water and he was going to figure out how to drain it. With all food having been consumed, although estimates were varied, it was believed that man could extend one’s life by up to two months living on water alone and there was no reason to maintain the perfect 32 degrees C that his hibernating colleagues were dwelling in.

The year had been the toughest of this man’s life. Having nothing to look at except the darkness of deep space that remained unchanged constantly outside the window of the bridge, nobody to talk to except himself, he had, slowly, drifted into semi-insanity. Unable to wash, shave or brush his teeth, with every drop of moisture being so precious, he had, knowingly, allowed himself to become a savage. Wild thoughts entered his mind and he would spend endless, comatose hours debating the rights and wrongs of each. Many, many times, he had considered cutting the power to his colleagues’ cryopods. If he had to suffer so, then why not them, too?

He had even thought about opening the pod of Matt Weitz and, while he was still disoriented, pulling him from his sleeping chamber and taking his place; sure that lifting the lid of the pod would not affect the countdown clock. But, always, the still rational part of his brain would win through and talk him out of this murderous act.

Many, many times, he had told himself that he should accept his fate, climb down into the sealed exit hatch bay and eject himself out into the void and, twice, had entered this part of the ship, fully intending to do the honourable thing. But, each time, something, whether an inbuilt survival instinct or a fatal optimism, prevented him from carrying through with his plan. He knew that he only had enough food and water to sustain him for twelve months; that death was inevitable. Yet, he could not quit; had to claw on to life, hoping, believing that a miracle might occur. His experience in space had confirmed him in his atheistic outlook and he did not, for one minute, give any credence to the existence of a God but, still, he found himself repeating the mantras that had been drilled into him as a child, brought up in a Christian household.

Now, as he drained the water from the tubing that surrounded all three pods, the brownish, foul smelling water seeping into the container he had brought here for this purpose, he looked, once again, at his two colleagues, sleeping peacefully, completely oblivious to the torment that he was going through and, against his better impulses, angry and envious thoughts flooded his brain. Why did his pod have to be the one that failed?

***

Breaking News

“We go now to Independence Square, NASA HQ, where NASA Administrator, Bob Nelson, is waiting to talk to us with the latest on the ill fated shuttle. Bob, thanks for coming on. What can you tell us?”

“I can now confirm, Mary, that our inquiry has shown, beyond any doubt, that the oxygen supply for the craft had defaulted and was responsible for the demise of our three brave astronauts”.

“Did they suffer, Bob?”

“No. All three were in hibernation, completely unaware of the system breakdown. They would all have died peacefully and painlessly in their sleep”.

“What about their families?”

“Well, none of our deep space astronauts are actually married, have children or are in relationships, Mary. It’s not something that is common knowledge but, I’m sure you’ll understand, they are away from home for a very long time. In this case, for example, Commodore V11 was on a twenty year voyage to Pluto and, while the cryogenic sleeping pods ensure that the occupants of the shuttle age only a year or two, the same would not apply to any relatives left on Earth. For that reason, we only train men and women who are prepared to forego a family life, at least until their later years”.

“Well, thanks for sharing that, Bob. Makes me wonder why anybody would want to put themselves through that though”.

“Mary, these are a very special breed of human; pioneers, if you like. They undertake only one deep space mission in their careers and they are expanding boundaries for the human race and, of course, they get extremely well compensated for it”.

“If they survive, Bob. If they survive”.

***

Human Health and Performance (HH+P) Medical and Clinical Unit Secure Ward, Johnson Space Center

“Okay, doc, let me have it”.

“Well, there’s no way to sugar coat this, Bob. Deep space, deep psychosis. It’s that simple”.

“Is he coherent?”

“Depends on what you mean by coherent. I can understand what he’s saying but that doesn’t mean he’s talking a whole lot of sense. He’s cognisant of his actions and, in many ways, as repulsive as they were, he was simply reverting to the human’s inbuilt instinct for survival. Throughout history, there are hundreds, if not thousands, of similar happenings where cannibalism has been a last resort. That plane crash in the Andes, for example. If they hadn’t made that choice to eat their former comrades, those guys would never have survived…”

“Difference is, doc, their comrades were already dead. Commander Glen Thomas chose to eat his living colleagues. Big distinction!”

“So what now, Bob? That’s the fourth time this has happened in recent years.”

“Well, we can never let this get out. It would decimate our entire deep space program budgets. So you know what to do, doc. Same as before. Just make it painless for the poor sap”.

***

Why is China being increasingly targeted? Are they really a threat to the future of the world?

The Chinese has been targeted since the mid 1800 when the first batch of Chinese went to the US to open up the East West railway lines. They were badly discriminated and I am sure many died. But in those days it is not illegal to kill a Chinese! Of course Anglo Saxon wants the world to forget everything from African slavery to Red Indians culling to Chinese exclusion act now that their victims are all dead and gone!

But so much to western human rights hypocrisy! We will always remember and we will remind you forever! Has anything change? No the white supremacy idea still exists and today Wall Street Journal or Economist still do racism with profit! The western media slur and demonised and get rewarded by the US government with 1.6 billion funding.

it is such a terrible thing to do to use monies instead of helping their 2.5 million homeless on incentives to lie and fabricate on China and the Chinese people. It is Deja Vu all over again. It is Chinese excision act 2025! But this time the world is on the Chinese side. Sure they are dogs and slaves like UK, Australia, Philippines! But there will always be people who stays on the wrong side of history.

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How will China’s “temporary anti-dumping measures” on brandy imported from the European Union affect the global brandy market?

I think a lot of it is because China sees little reason to support western countires who are almost universally taking antagonistic attitudes towards China. And what has China done. Basically it has just done better than the west. Funny thing is this is not new. It is repeated time and time again in history. Back in the 19th century the European invasions of China were brought about because the Western world wanted Chinese goods, but there was little that the Chinese wanted from the west, and so the British becaome the biggest drug cartel in the world, effectively forcing opium on the Chinese the same way drug dealers do it today, and then selling to those people. The Chinese government was too weak to do much against it, but at least were able to prevent the west from conquoring China (unlike Inida). Also during the 19th century, Chinese teams working on the American railroads were able to accomplish tasks other teams could not accomplish and were always more productive. For thier good work they were effectively presecuted by vigilanties. This is something that has happened to the Chinese diaspora throughout history. So similar to what has constantly happened to the Jews.

In part because the west is trying to isolate China. and doing western leadership constantly attempts to destroy China, China appears to feel that it is better to build relationships with the 90% that make up the rest of the world, and it has an added benefit in that doing this is economically better given that products and goods from those countries are less expensive than western countries. At the same time it gives Chinese the opportunity to now produce final products and sell them under Chinese brands, so the profit it much greater, and the dependence on the west is greatly reduced. These countries have proven to be a lot more appreciative of the Chinese, and why not. The Chinese products are so much cheaper than the western products, the Chinese are not buying lots of agricultural products from them, Chinese companies are also selling farm equipment at a fraction of the cost of the west to them so that they can be increase production, building factories in the countries (something the west never did to any extent), and significantly helping them build much better infrastructure in the countries. It is a big win for China, and a big win for those countries that struggled so long under Western imperialism and colonialsim and then Western neo-colonialism.

People talk about how China is so hated by the international community, but that is not the international community but the collective west.

China is learning that the doublespeak “International” community (the reality the collective west) is never going to be a friend to China, maybe because the Chinese are not white and have more power. It is much better to get the rest of the world to be with you, and isolate the west so that they can no longer do you any harm. Russia is learning the same lesson because the white people of the west also consider them untermensch. All the better for China.

And to make matters worse for the west the tactic they used in the 19th century will not work in the 21st century, that of forcing China to turn around, bend over and pull down its pants. As proof of this just look how dangerous is will be for the US Navy to operate within well over 1000km of China. This is proven by articles that admit the the F35 does not have enough range.

https://theaviationgeekclub.com/hasc-report-finds-that-f-35c-lacks-the-range-to-strike-enemy-targets/

China is now a regional hegemon. Its military can stop dead any attempts to intimidate China. They US is fuming. Nothing it does or can do against China works.

King of the Hill – 1950’s Super Panavision 70

Why do we exhibit a lack of fortitude and strength in failing to equip and empower our brethren in Russia and West Asia to combat Western Imperialism, despite the Western Imperialist supplying arms and munitions to eradicate them?

Western imperialism is closely linked to nationalism, racism, white supremacy, and Eurocentrism (America-centrism).

Should people follow the nationalist incitement of their governments and go to kill each other? No!

So-called patriotism, nationalism and chauvinism have always been the gravediggers of the proletariat.

Don’t forget that beyond these claims, there is communism.

Humanity is facing a series of serious problems, namely an insurmountable economic crisis, continuous wars, xenophobia, the impoverishment of the working class, and the destruction of the earth’s ecology, all of which cannot be solved by nationalism.

If we fall into the trap of nationalism, the entire human race will be destroyed. 200 million people died in endless wars in the 20th century alone.

Only by overthrowing this development model in this society can humanity escape this barbaric dead end. This is the message that the working class, especially the younger generation, wants to send to social movements in other countries.

In Japan, protests against the explosion and radiation effects of the Fukushima nuclear power plant have been one after another, and there is growing anger about the impact of the economic crisis.
In the United States, there have been a series of strikes by workers to protest against their incredible exploitation.
In many other countries, we can cite many examples, such as the Arab Spring, Spain, Greece, Bangladesh, etc., where the working class has been massively fired, unemployed and impoverished, and the pressure of work has been increasing.

The solution to so many problems is not nationalism in collusion with the state, but the Class struggle.

We cannot rely on the brutal burning of stores and production bases belonging to “foreign competitors” or calling for a boycott of foreign competitors’ goods to sanction opponents or overcome the crisis.

We need to unite the camp of the working class and then oppose another class camp with our class camp, rather than a conflict between countries.

Our slogan is still: the working class has no motherland and no borders!

We must inherit this internationalist tradition and break the shackles of nationalism.

The rulers want our young generation to swallow the nationalist pill, that is, the rulers threaten each other every day and launch propaganda for war. But we must firmly put forward our different proposals – Class struggle.

Only in this way can mankind not usher in the Third World War and not perish.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b-Mb_mknCk4

There is a scene in the Japanese film ‘Break Through! (パッチギ!, Patchigi!) ’:

The teacher takes out a copy of ‘Chairman Mao’s Quotations’ and introduces it to the students, saying, ‘Chairman Mao of China tells us this…’

Student: ‘Teacher, have you ever been to China?’

Teacher: ‘No, I haven’t, but I know.’

The students don’t give a damn. Then the teacher continues, ‘The world is yours and ours, but in the end it is yours. There is only one way to eliminate war…’

Student: ‘Is it the atomic bomb?’

Teacher: ‘Idiot, war originates from conflict among classes. Eliminating class differences can eliminate war. This is Chairman Mao’s theory.’

40 Brutal Truths I Wish I Knew in My 20s

1. Don’t become good at something you hate.

2. Go to bed and wake up at the exact same time every day.

3. Take care of your body; it’s the only one you have.

4. Stay close to people who want more for you, not from you.

5. Normalize leaving people in the reality they’ve chosen.

6. Being humble is thinking of yourself less, not thinking less of yourself.

7. You get tested the most when it’s your time to level up.

8. Improve yourself daily—make that your only addiction.

9. You teach people how to treat you.

10. Admit you’ve walked through the wrong door instead of staying in the wrong room.

11. Waiting for a sign is a sign.

12. Nothing you’ve gone through has made you weaker.

13. Everything wants you when you want nothing.

14. Be willing to be misunderstood for long periods of time to be successful.

15. When things get easy, go hard.

16. Only ask for advice from people who have been where you want to go.

17. The word “No” is a complete sentence.

18. Don’t dim your light to make others comfortable.

19. Have a primary aim for your life.

20. Stop reading books, start studying them.

21. Always assume positive intent.

22. Put your own mask on first before helping others.

23. Look for problems, don’t avoid them.

24. Your new life will cost you your old one.

25. Confidence comes from keeping commitments you make to yourself in private.

26. Dedicate a decade, not a day, to your goals.

27. Treat others the way you want to be treated.

28. Tell people about themselves; acknowledge their strengths.

29. If you keep running into bad people, you may be the problem.

30. Avoid drama and gossip at all costs.

31. Fear gives bad advice.

32. It’s never too late to change.

33. Get rid of all your vices.

34. If you’re addicted to your phone, your life isn’t interesting enough.

35. Take on as much responsibility as you can.

36. Don’t blame anyone else but yourself for your circumstances.

37. Be blissfully dissatisfied with where you’re at in life.

38. Make time for what matters to you.

39. Respect comes from admiration, not fear.

40. Life is a mirror, not a window.

China unveils the ultimate battery: 50 years without recharge, but with dangerous energy

Imagine walking around with a nuclear cell phone! The concept is not that farfetched after Chinese company Betavolt developed a battery the size of a coin that runs on nuclear energy and lasts for an incredible five decades. The technology is also applicable to drones and laptops and the energy density is 10 times more powerful than standard lithium-ion batteries of the same size.

Earth’s first miniaturized atomic energy system

Betavolt’s nuclear battery uses 63 nuclear isotopes positioned within a thumb-sized module. The energy created by the decaying isotopes is converted into electricity, a concept that has existed since the 20th century.

Startup Betavolt has begun pilot testing ahead of mass production for commercial purposes, and future applications include smartphones, drones, and laptops. They’re not the only company looking into similar technology, though. Australia’s PhosEnergy is also in the game after the Department of Defence awarded them $2.3 million to develop extra-long-life batteries.

Betavolt said in a statement:

“If policies permit, atomic energy batteries can allow a mobile phone to never be charged, and drones that can only fly for 15 minutes can fly continuously. Our atomic energy batteries can provide enduring power in diverse scenarios, such as aerospace, AI equipment, medical devices, microprocessors, advanced sensors, small drones, and micro-robots.”

The development of miniaturized nuclear batteries

Betavolt’s initial nuclear design delivers 100 microwatts of power and 3V voltage. It’s only 15x15x5 cubic millimeters big, which is great news for smaller electronic devices like phones. Betavolt’s plan includes developing a battery with 1 watt of power by 2025.

Scientists have been looking into the development of miniature nuclear batteries for many years. The US and the Soviet Union explored nuclear battery technology for use in underwater systems, remote science stations, and spacecraft. In those early days, however, the hardware was bulky and costly.

Aside from China, research institutions in Europe and America are also working on similar projects. The groundbreaking tech may revolutionize the world of electronics by removing the need to charge devices.

Design and safety of miniature nuclear batteries

Betavolt is certain that the design of their battery ensures its safety. It’s built with a layered structure to prevent it catching fire or exploding when exposed to a sudden force. The battery can also operate under a wide range of temperatures, from -60°C to 120°C.

Betavolt created the nuclear battery using nickel-63 as the energy source, which is a radioactive element. Diamond semiconductors are used to convert the energy to electricity. The single-crystal semiconductor is 10 microns thick, and a two-micron-thick nickel-63 sheet is placed between two converters. The energy that’s released as the radioactive element decays is what’s converted into an electrical current to power the device.

What about dangerous radiation?

Obviously, the main concern about nuclear energy is radiation. Betavolt is so confident of their battery’s safety that they claim it can be used to power medical devices inside the body, such as cochlear implants or pacemakers. After the radioactive element has finished decaying, a stable, harmless, non-radioactive isotope of copper is left behind, which has no environmental threat.

Betavolt’s BV100 battery is more secure compared to standard batteries. It does not explode or catch fire when exposed to high temperatures or punctured, making it a safer option.

Minimizing the risk

Betavolt claims the energy density of its miniature battery is 10 times higher than lithium-ion batteries. But they haven’t said much about the risk of beta radiation poisoning. The nickel-63 isotope releases beta radiation and converts it into electricity.

Beta particles are low-mass, high-speed, high-energy electrons that aren’t very dangerous. They can’t travel far as an X-ray or carry as much energy as an alpha particle. Although beta particles have sufficient impact to pierce several millimeters of skin, just a small amount of shielding is sufficient to provide suitable protection.

The biggest risk would come from swallowing one of these batteries, similar to the risk of standard lithium-ion batteries. Betavolt believes the potential of such long-life batteries outweighs the risks, and that their measures to make them safe for use in robotics and autonomous systems will ensure the public is safe.

Betavolt says this development puts the country of China “way ahead” of European and American scientific institutions and enterprises researching similar power sources. Production of the nuclear batteries has entered the pilot stage and mass production is expected to begin in 2025.

This news is brought to you by http://Diary24.com by Kelly L. October 9, 2024

Why is Iron Dome not effective against ballistic missiles?

The Iron Dome was not designed to defend against ballistic missiles, and definitely not the hypersonic missiles that Iran possesses.

Israel’s Iron Dome was designed principally against the low velocity short range home made rockets fired by Hamas from Gaza. It is adequate for those purpose given that Hamas does not possessed very many of those rockets. Even for low velocity weaponries such as Drones, Israel’s enemies can overwhelmed the Iron Dome by SWARMING the skies with it.

There are no missile system that exist currently in Western inventories, including those of Israel, that could effectively defend against a barrage of ballistic missiles – Iran had demonstrated that in its recent attacks when MOST of its missiles hit their target in Israel.

ADDITIONALLY, Hezbollah in Southern Lebanon had forced the evacuation of Israeli occupiers from Northern Israel by launching drones and rockets. The Iron Dome was not able to STOP those threats.

Should this war continue to ESCALATE, you will likely see the complete destruction of Israeli infrastructure – water supplies, electricity, port etc – because Israel and its allies just does not have the means to defend against those missiles that Iran and Hezbollah are known to possessed.

Some interesting pictures

Hawaiian Steak

Ingredients

Individual steaks, 1/2 inch thick or less
1 cup soy sauce
1 cup Worcestershire sauce
1/4 cup vinegar
2 tablespoons granulated sugar
Pineapple slices
1 large can mushrooms

Instructions

Punch both sides of each steak well with a fork, then marinate for 24 to 36 hours in a marinade made by combining soy sauce, Worcestershire sauce, vinegar and sugar.
Simmer steaks on a low fire for 10 minutes in the marinade.
Remove them and place steaks in a 350 degree F oven for 10 to 20 minutes, depending on thickness of meat. Three minutes before removing steaks, place a pineapple slice on each.
To make gravy, slowly sauté a large can of mushrooms in butter. While doing so, boil down the sauce used for the marinade to make a gravy.
Combine mushrooms and reduced marinade sauce.
Serve individual steaks with the pineapple on top, over which has been poured a generous amount of gravy.

What is the most infuriating thing that doctors experience all the time?

He was brought to the ER in cardiac arrest. Feeble pulse, BP not recordable, he was connected to a ventilator.

He is your old case, the resident reminded me. I look at him. A flashback appears

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Flashback

Despite my poor face-recognition software I remembered our last conversation.

‘Doctor, I stopped the medicine you gave and started this new ayurvedic medicine for diabetes, which I came across in Google search. I started it, now 3 months, and see the lab results, they are perfect’ he threw the lab test results on my table diffidently, with a look of someone who won a boxing match without a single punch. ‘And no side effects by the way’ the sarcasm was clear in his voice. Years of medical practice endowed me with the non-stick ‘mental coating’ that make me smile.

‘I am not the manufacturer of pills, and I don’t gain or lose by your choosing to take a pill’ I silently remind myself.

But yes, his blood sugar values were normal.

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Fact Check

Diabetes is elevated blood sugar, and we know its consequences. Blood vessels, from heart to brain, from eyes to kidneys tend to get blocked in diabetes; leading to stroke, heart attack, kidney disease and loss off vision. But why does it happen? That’s still not clear, even if you read through every line of the 1250 pages of the latest edition of Joslin’s Text Book of Diabetes. Today we know that diabetes comes with a host of conditions like obesity, hypertension, low HDL and elevated triglyceride (known as metabolic syndrome) and could all be partially responsible for the development of vascular complications of diabetes.. Discovery of hyperinsulinemia (increased insulin levels) as the prime driver in type 2 diabetes has added a new dimension. The present understanding is that diabetes is a biochemical orchestra gone wrong, and high blood sugar may be just one single player. Reprimand him, throw him out, but your orchestra still doesn’t improve.

A study published in Lancet show that in a diabetic lowering of blood pressure and LDL cholesterol gives significant reduction of cardiovascular events but the quantum of benefit of lowering sugar is far lesser and has a J curve (more lowering may actually harm; even in the normal range).

A recent Swedish registry data published in New England Journal of Medicine shows that in a diabetic, lowering of blood pressure, LDL cholesterol, and stopping smoking along with blood sugar control conclusively prevent a heart attack, while only control of blood sugar doesn’t.

A researcher has aptly commented that ‘Diabetes is a cardiovascular disease with elevated blood sugar’. Control blood sugar, you could still be in danger.

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The FDA now insists that all diabetic drugs should prove benefit in terms of cardio-vascular event reduction in large trials to be eligible for approval for treatment of diabetes. Mere sugar lowering won’t do.

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I could see the big picture, at least a part of it. At least I knew that our knowledge is shallow. The myopic man, contended with a normal blood sugar value, lying helplessly still, connected to a host of tubes and a beeping monitor was blissfully unaware.

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I don’t build my house myself; I trust the architect. I don’t stich my shirt, the tailor has my confidence. I believe that the local taxi driver knows roadblocks better than Google.

Funny that we all believe Google more than our doctor.

Not funny for the sobbing relatives, sitting outside the ICU praying for him to get well.

China has successfully developed a new type of standing oblique detonation ramjet engine, which has high energy conversion efficiency and strong adaptability, and is of great significance to improving rocket launch performance, reducing costs and deep space exploration.

The standing oblique detonation ramjet is actually a rocket engine that uses a special combustion mode. Its design is inspired by the propagation characteristics of the explosion wave. It generates powerful thrust by colliding the fuel and oxidizer at a high speed at a specific angle and triggering an explosion.

The standing oblique detonation ramjet engine not only has high working efficiency and long continuous working time, but also has great advantages in structure. The engine does not require any rotating or moving parts. It only uses the three parts of the air intake, hydrogen fuel injector and combustion chamber to form the whole device. Standing oblique detonation ramjet engines can only work under hypersonic airflow.

When a hypersonic aircraft flies in the air, the shockwave not only will make it difficult for the engine’s fuel to burn, but will also cause turbulence on the fuselage surface, causing the aircraft to vibrate violently in a short period of time that affects control, and may even cause the fuselage to disintegrate.

The aircraft thus has to be made into a special streamlined structure called wave rider. Its leading edge can “ride” on the shock wave in the hypersonic airflow, which will not cause vibration of the aircraft body, but make full use of the energy of the shock wave to maintain the stability of the flight attitude.

With the standing oblique detonation ramjet engine, the aircraft can fly at a speed of more than 5 times the speed of sound. With the wave rider technology, the aircraft can maintain a stable and controllable attitude during high-speed flight. The combination of the two technologies has laid a strong foundation for the breakthrough of the future military science and technology in China.

This technological breakthrough not only demonstrates China’s profound strength in aerospace science and technology, but also indicates that future spacecraft will have greater maneuverability and a wider range of applicability.

The uniqueness of this engine lies in its suitability for high-speed flight, especially in the field of hypersonic flight. Current aircraft can only reach speeds of several times the speed of sound, but with the help of this engine, aircraft can reach higher speeds, higher altitudes and longer distances.

This type of engine is mainly used in high-tech and high-efficiency industrial fields. For example, they play a vital role in industries such as aerospace, shipbuilding, power generation equipment, and heavy machinery. With its excellent performance and reliability, this type of engine provides strong power support for these industries and promotes technological progress and industrial development.

In terms of energy supply, they can improve energy efficiency and reduce energy consumption. In the field of transportation, whether it is cars, trains or planes, high-performance engines can improve operating efficiency and passenger experience. In the field of medical equipment, precision engine technology provides a more stable power source for medical devices, thereby improving the quality of medical services.

Have you ever walked out of a doctor’s office because the doctor was being disrespectful to you?

I went to see my new Internist with an itchy rash all over my body. My dermatologist had prescribed an antibiotic for a localized skin infection, and then gone out of town. I am allergic to a few antibiotics, but had never had an issue with this type before.

My internist entered the exam room, lifted one of my arms by the wrist and rotated it to see each side. He dropped it in my lap and said, “Doesn’t look too bad.” I told him I was a bit worried because of the previous allergic reactions I had experienced to antibiotics in the last few months (I was having chronic sinus infections at the time). He left the room without explanation and came back with a bottle of calamine lotion. He explained how to apply it. I looked at him skeptically and asked how it would help if the rash was caused by a medication I had taken orally. He sighed loudly several times and said, somewhat facetiously, “Well, just take Benedryl if you are so worried.” I said I had been told never to take Benedryl with the several medications I was taking for my autoimmune condition, as well as an SSRI and Benzodiazepine.

He became angry, and shouted, “Well then what do you want me to do?!” I pulled away from him on the edge of the exam table, as I meekly explained that I was usually given 5mg of prednisone for a few days for this type of reaction. “Do you even know how that medication works?” He spat at me. At the time, I was a pretty new college student and was also not great at reading sarcasm. I didn’t know he was asking a rhetorical question, so I answered him thoroughly, explaining the mechanism of action of corticosteroids for inflammation. His face got red and his eyes narrowed. “How do you know that? How do you know any of that?” I calmly reminded him I was a premed student studying biology, and that I liked to know what medications did before I took them. I was confused about his level of aggression, but I felt cornered and didn’t know what to do other than assert myself in as calm of a manner as I could. That is what I had been taught to do.

“Well, well…you know way too much for a girl. Especially a girl your age. This is very inappropriate for you to know this.” He stood up from his stool and walked out the door. I was frantically trying to figure out what I had done wrong. I started to cry. I called my mom and tried to tell her what had happened, hoping she could tell me what I missed. She said, “Hold on, he is calling on the other line.” She took the call. She later told me he told her the same he had said to me— that I knew too much, that my level of knowledge was inappropriate, and she cut him off, and said “Dr. ——, it sounds like you have a personal issue. What is inappropriate is this phone call.” She clicked back into my call and just said, “Leave. There’s something wrong with him.” I had not signed a release for him to speak with anyone about me, so technically, it was a HIPAA violation for him to contact my mom. He also contacted one of my specialists, who wouldn’t take his call. He left a message. I had not signed a release for them to speak either, as this was a new internist I was seeing. I am glad I did not, and glad I did not continue to see him.

Recently, I was seeing my current doctor, and out of habit, apologized for sounding like a know-it-all about a specific topic we were discussing. He said, “Never apologize for your knowledge. Never. It is one of your greatest attributes.” I told him I wished all doctors felt that way, and he responded, “If they don’t, it’s their problem, not yours.” Twelve years later, it really felt good to hear that.

Pee-Wee’s Big Adventure – 1950s Super Panavision 70

What are the best and worst feelings in the world?

Worst feeling: being told my daughter needed life threatening surgery on her skull, and that without it, she would end up with permanent brain damage due to premature closure of the growth plates in her skull.

I took my daughter to the doctors just for her yearly health check and was given this news. The diagnosis was Saethre–Chotzen syndrome.

About six months later, watching her head growing deformed by the day, she was finally admitted to Royal Children’s Hospital (Melbourne, Australia).

The following day, she was wheeled into surgery. I kissed her goodbye as she went to sleep under the anaesthetic, not expecting her to make it. The doctor looked grim. The dozen or so staff in the surgery theatre were silent. I was ushered away.

The neurosurgeon said before I left that if all went well, she’d be in surgery for 3-4 hours. The subsequent nine hours were the longest in my life.

Afterwards, the neurosurgeon said it was worse than he had suspected and he had to remove her entire skull from the ears up and completely rebuild it with dissolvable plates.

To then see her afterwards in ICU looking like this…

I was a mess. My wife wouldn’t fall apart for another few days.

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Don’t get me wrong, the hospital team are the best in the world. That night, as my wife lay beside my daughter’s ICU bed, she whispered to me ‘She’s going to pull through. I’m not worried about that now, but how the hell are we going to pay for all this?’

The best feeling for me, exceeding any joy that preceded it in my 50 years on Earth, was listening to my daughter singing the entire song Let it go from the movie Frozen, verbatim in Spanish (of all things) from a YouTube clipping she had watched the day before. She was doing this while building a sandcastle on the beach. It was a year post-op. Weird thing was, she didn’t know Spanish and could only speak English and Thai.

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I don’t know if God exists, but angels certainly do.

BTW, my wife, who comes from Thailand, still can’t believe that healthcare is free here in Australia (paid for via our taxes).

Is Israel engaged in a seven-front war?

In fact, Israel has only one front at war: the residual military value of the US.

All provocative actions taken by Israel are aimed at making it increasingly difficult for the US to tolerate the damage it has suffered in terms of international influence, and attempting to ultimately force the US to deploy military force into the Middle East.

As one of the most valuable political legacies of the founding fathers of the US, Jews were almost excluded from the core of the military system and appointed solely around economic operations, which to some extent ensured the security of the US and the world. Now, this design is gradually taking effect: fanatical Zionist zealots have to use extremely poor methods to try to manipulate the US military power – that is almost the only value left that America can be plundered by Zionists.

Subsequently, Zionists will attempt to expand/transfer their influence, they will try to parasitize regions such as Ukraine, HK, and India or somewhere else. Now, tens of thousands of Israelis have gone abroad to Ukraine, which is a country lacking defense capabilities of them. They are trying to bribe HK officials to let them in. Basically, they plan to give up on the US after draining it, maybe also Israeli land itself.

But I don’t think this behavior will succeed. Israel has offended almost all major countries on Earth at the same time. Israel is attempting to harm American interests and deceive and fool the US. The negotiation process between Israel and Lebanon was guaranteed by the national credibility of Britain and France, then Israel broke it. Israel attempted to interfere with China’s reunification process. It tried to intimidate Chinese UN peacekeeping soldiers. Israel directly conflicts with Russia on the battlefield. I can continue to list, but let’s save our time.

Honestly, I can’t see in which way this newly founded country can continue to exist, or even this outdated civilization.

Loyal Husband Catches Wife With Best Friend – She’s Toast & He’s Lawyering Up

Harsh lessons learned while in a harsh place

When I left the USA and moved to China, I needed to earn money. So I started teaching English. It paid well, and I was able to get employed very quickly.

Instead of group classes, I taught one-on-one in these glass “fish bowl” like rooms.

People could walk around the room and watch me and the student learning, but they couldn’t hear us because of the acoustics.

It was a good set up. But it took a bit of a while to get used to having all kinds of people watching you all the time.

I had all kinds of students. From a super-wealthy great-grandmother (who I really liked, by the way) to a two year old child that I was expected to play with in English. (I hated the little kid sessions. It was too difficult for me.)

I tutored Judges, and businessmen. Housewives, and corporate executives. I tutored elementary school kids, and college kids.

Now there was this one girl. She was 11 years old and a Muslim from Xinjiang.

Nice girl. I liked her. I taught her out of this general English book, and her English we pretty good.

But…

As what happened often enough, was that the student would use the sessions to talk about other things rather than the lessons.

One man used the sessions as a counseling session.
Some young girls only wanted to talk about K-pop.
While some boys wanted to talk about video games.

And so on and so forth. So I would always allow the “free talk” so that they could learn.

And this 11 year old girl wanted to talk about boys, and girls and sex…

Oh, yeah. She wanted to know all the gritty details.

*sheech*

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Well, initially, I kept my answers just short and “off the cuff”, brushing away her queries as nothing.

But oh, she was persistent.

As young girls always are.

So I started to give her the “birds and the bees” discussion that my father gave me back, back in the day.

And she “poo poo” that aside by saying “Oh, I know all about that”.

*sigh*

All the time this is going on, I’m wondering in my mind; “Is this a set up”? or, “Is someone trying to trip me up?”

Because after all, I’m some sort of evil pervert, don’t you know </sarcasm>.

She made no overt moves on me thank God, and I made sure that everything was above the table and being in a glass bubble really helped.

But still, she was an inquisitive girl and she was entering that period of raging hormones, and (you know) I was the ONLY non-family male that she could talk to in private and openly.

That’s the way many Muslim households were structured.

Girls were never permitted contact with males unaccompanied. And for her, this was her chance.

So, without getting too graphic, I kept things very light.

I talked about interests of young boys and girls. And when a boy likes you he gets interested and sometimes he gets so excited that he cannot stop being with you. His muscles get hard, and he becomes powerful. And the girl is always the soft person that controls him with soft actions and touches.

And that was the extent of it.

A sex-education teacher I was not.

And she wanted much more information, but I never dared get into it.

Now, all us teachers were paired with an assistant. I had two. And I should have (in hindsight) worked with them to resolve this quandary. I was terribly uncomfortable about the entire situation, but if anything was mentioned to the parents, everything would end, and I needed a paycheck.

Anyways, their account ran out and I never saw that girl again.

For seriously, for about seven months or so, she was really asking me these questions twice a week. In two 50-minute sessions.

*Phew*

One year later, one of the English Teachers from a different school branch was fired and arrested for playing around with a child. And then only four months later, yet another teacher from yet another branch was arrested and imprisoned.

And you know it!

China clamped down with stricter background checks on all the Z-visa workers.

By that time, I was on my way and moved to Pago Pago to build a hospital. And I was hitting the age ceiling for Z-visa access anyways. So, what I am saying is that I “missed a bullet”.

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Strangely, it was my Sex Offender “training” in prison that taught me how to handle this, and other, situations.

The suspicion alone is enough to get you in trouble.
Avoid the most trivial of contact.
Be on camera, have witnesses, and never be alone with anyone.

And to this day. I follow this advice.

You won’t ever find me alone.

I always have friends, family or trusted people nearby, and no one can accuse me of anything. Firstly because I live in China and am filmed 24/7, but also that I know how things and situations can be twisted away from innocence into something evil.

Be alert all the time.

Take no chances.

Harsh lessons learned while in a hash place.

Today…

How much of a fool do you have to be to believe China is not feeling any impact from the US ban on access to high technology?

https://www.bloomberg.com/news/articles/2024-01-11/china-voices-concern-over-chip-curbs-in-call-with-raimondo

Anyone who has worked for even a month in these industries will know that such bans rarely have an immediate impact

Let me explain

ASML needs to make profits

ASML is a private company

China is not at war with either the US or the Netherlands

So ASML won’t blindly see Bloomberg and decide to stop selling EUV Machines or DUV Machines or Servicing such Machines the next day

First – they wait for a notification from the relevant dutch ministry

In the meantime it’s Business as usual and they will fulfill all their Chinese orders and load up spare parts in huge quantities

They aren’t breaking the law in any way

China typically quadrupled all orders in the past 2 years everytime before a Notification

Second – the notification is unclear and needs clarification

ASML will drag their feet and ask for clarifications from the relevant dutch ministry

For instance they may ask – Does China mean Hongkong also?

Until then they will presume it’s Business as usual and fulfill a boatload of orders from HK

HK placed a record orders from ASML and NVDIA in the past year and a half

Third – they will say they have already received full payment from China and the money has already been spent

Once they take the orders, they will tell the Dutch Government that they have received Billions of Euros from China and have spent a lot of the money already

So they have to deliver existing orders and only apply the bans to future orders

It’s a WTO offense to refuse to undertake full delivery of a contract after receiving payment

China has enough WTO Clout to ensure ASML can’t sell machines to anybody

They can seize ASML machines directly from the ports that they control and impound the cargo and drag litigation on and on until TSMC Or Samsung get grey hairs

Fully legal !!!

So either ASML refunds the money or deliver the orders

The Dutch Government have to shell out billions to China to repay them back and that’s taxpayers money

So ultimately the Dutch Government asks the US and the US which needs Congressional Approval for even €100 spending for a Non US Department simply doesn’t have the time

So US says “Aw hell ok. Deliver existing orders but ensure no more orders are taken”

So China can stockpile upto 3 years worth of equipment legally despite all the bans

Likewise same for servicing

ASML has trained employees in China who have been taught servicing and who have 3 years of spares

So they will simply not expand their operations but they won’t close down their existing operation unless they get a formal notification from the Dutch Government

Worst case – they will take the issue to court and drag the issue over

Even worse they will take the issue to a US Federal Court and drag the issue over

Everyone knows the Chinese have one party and that means they will REMEMBER

They know the US Government changes every four years

They know Raimondo could be become irrelevant by February

So they will and have allowed China to stockpile a lot of stuff to ensure that China is comfortable for a minimum 2–3 years

The Impact of the Curbs will be felt by 2026 or 2027 if China doesn’t have an alternate solution

So why are Chinese protesting to Raimondo?

Simple

To keep the US Political Machine happy

Remember if the Chinese seriously have a problem with the curbs – they won’t protest about it at all and bury the issue deep

The Chinese publish only issues they are firmly in control of

So it’s only by 2026 December – 2027 January when China will feel a pinch if they don’t get a handle on things by then

Would you break friends with someone who said they would feed your cat while you were on holiday but when you came back you found out they hadn’t been fed for 10 days because the friend couldn’t be bothered to go and feed them?

Our neighbor was gone for a month and had asked another neighbor to feed her cat and check the litterbox (locked in her bedroom) and also feed the little dogs. After a couple of weeks, she found out that the girl she had paid was afraid of cats and hadn’t even checked on the poor baby. She was okay, since plenty of food and water had been left out for her, but that litter box was something else. I hope she didn’t ask that girl again.

Argentina Dollarization Collapses, U.S. To Punish China “Slave Labor”, US Chips In Russia

R.I.P. ARGENTINA.

When you adopt a cat from a shelter, do you think the cat knows she has been adopted and has a forever home? Do you think she is happier or more content?

Our poor rescue kitty had first lived with cat hoarders, then another couple and their cat, so ours was the third home she’d been moved to. At first, she was so afraid and confused that she stayed in the closet, cowering in the darkest corner.

For the first few months, she would only explore at night when everyone was in bed. If anyone came near, she would scurry back to her hiding place.

Now, after more than a year, I think she finally believes that this is really her forever home. She gains in “cattitude” daily, and shows her love and appreciation by endless purring, cuddling and happy chirps.

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What is the last thing you heard from someone before they died?

“What is the last thing you heard from someone before they died?”

It was the last Sunday in July. My nephew was turning two, and his birthday party was at a local church. After the party, my in-laws took my son for the afternoon.

It was supposed to be a time for them to spend time with their oldest grandson, then a 7-year-old. They wanted to take him school shopping and spend time together at their home.

What happened was an afternoon of my father-in-law screaming at my son for doing things like wearing shoes in the house, asking questions, crying, looking at name brand crayons, etc.

My son did nothing to deserve any of that. He was a sweet kid who adored his grandparents.

My mother-in-law brought our son home after a few hours and apologized for her husband. She glossed over a lot of it, if I’m honest. We spent the evening working with our son trying to figure out what happened and start to mend the hurt that my father-in-law caused.

My husband and I then spent hours talking about how to handle it with my father-in-law to protect our son in the future. We weren’t sure the best way to set boundaries, but we were planning to confront him about it the following weekend.

The next morning, I was running late. I never ran late to work, but that day I couldn’t get moving. Just as I was about to leave, the phone rang.

Nothing good happens when the phone rings at 6:30 AM.

It was my sister-in-law.

They found my father-in-law dead in his car. Suicide.

It turns out that he was deep in gambling debt with zero retirement, a house in foreclosure, an overdue title loan, and a student loan he took out in my husband’s name without actually using it for my husband.

We were unaware of any of it.

Our kids were 5 and 7 when he passed, and we didn’t tell them the depth of what happened for many, many years. They were far too young when he died, and we didn’t want our son to think he had ANYTHING to do with this death. Their grandfather was sick, and he was going to have double knee transplant later in the week.

Twelve years later, and I’m still horrified at how he treated my son. His last memories of his grandfather are ugly, and it’s taken years of therapy to get the point of forgiveness.

BATMAN – 1950’s Super Panavision 70

What is prison like in Japan?

I’ve visited a friend of mine who got the minimum imprisonment. According to him, the minimum penalty in Japanese prisons consist of:

early morning waking up
Breakfeast
P1: Sitting on the ground without speaking, standing, making noise, laughing, and any other grumbling until noon. You can just read books silently.
Lunch
P1 position until evening.
Dinner
P1 position until sleep time.

Years go by like this, you may have some small breaks for urgent needs in this daily routine. This daily flow makes you either a wise man or a psychopath.

Edit1

I never expected that many views but anyway seeing this is beneficial to both Japan and its people.

Another info:

While talking to the inmates, you should speak Japanese and no translator is provided. If you speak in your native tongue, it will be rejected. So, simply you speak Japanese or don’t visit. That’s what I experienced. I spoke Japanese.

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No cooler even it’s really hot and no heater even it’s really cold.

Severe Punishment

if you push the limits when you are in, so you got punished. It is like this: one hand is to tied up to nape and the other one is to back waist reversely. You gotta stay, sit, sleep, go to toilet simply live like this for one month or more depending on the mistake you have done. After you have finished, the special doctor unties the knots. Give a try for one hour and you will see what happens after untie.

A fun story

A man dies in a car crash and arrives at the Pearly Gates. He sadly says to St. Peter, “But I can’t die now, my wife and three children will miss me.” Kindly, St. Peter replies, “Please don’t fear, sir, I have a solution for you, though it does come with one condition.” The man asks, “What kind of condition?”

“Well,” Peter replies, “I can send you back to Earth, but you will need to assume the form of something living nearby: the neighbor’s dog, a chicken in a nearby farmyard, or a mouse living in your house’s walls.”

The man muses for a moment. “Well, my children are afraid of the neighbor’s dog and my wife hates mice in the house, so I suppose I’ll choose to be the chicken. My family loves visiting the chickens at the farmyard and this way, I can still keep in touch with them.” Peter nods obligingly and, within moments, the man has returned to Earth, as a chicken.

At first this feels odd to the man, but he gradually begins to take the matter in stride and develops friendships with the other chickens. After a little while, the man begins feel some discomfort; one of the other chickens informs him that it’s time to lay an egg, upon which the man does, and feels much better. A short while later, the man begins feeling discomfort again, so he lays another egg, then gradually begins laying more and more eggs, upon which he suddenly begins hearing his wife’s voice.

“Honey, honey!” she exclaims, tapping his shoulder. “Wake up! Your pooping in the bed again!”

Did The Korean War prove the USA and China are evenly matched militarily? As China succeeds in pushing the U.S. and U.N. out of North Korea but the U.S. succeeded in preventing China and North Korea from taking over the South and ended in a stalemate

China’s red line was for the US to not go beyond the 38th parallel line. Therefore the US was badly beaten.

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My GF Tearfully Blamed The Hallmark Channel & Red Wine After Cheating Cost Her A Ring

How will China deal with the catastrophic collapse of its working age population in the coming years?

Yes

The same old nonsense of the working population collapse

Let’s study first whether indeed there will be a catastrophic collapse and why only China will be affected

What does decline in working population mean?

It’s simple

It means that in an Economy – the people who work and earn a living are becoming lesser and lesser while those who are dependent on those who work and earn a living – are becoming higher and higher

This ideally happens under 3 Conditions:-

A. Rapidly Ageing population due to dramatic rise in standards increasing lifespans to a large extent

B. Rapid rise in Childbirth, almost at 3.5–4 times the normal rate

C. Major War with a lot of conscription and deaths

Obviously B can be ruled out for China and C is highly unlikely given that WWII type of decimation is unlikely unless Nukes are used

So that leaves A – Rapidly Ageing Population

Now the general belief is that today there are 272.66 Million people older than 55 years old today

That’s 19.26%

It is estimated that this number is likely to rise to as much as 32.02% by 2054 and 41.04% by 2075

Let us look at the five things about China that nobody else or very few know about:-

A. Chinese Retire on an Average at 55 years – 58 Years against 64–67 Years in Western Nations.

So today there are almost 59.8 Million Chinese who are deemed RETIRED in China but who are deemed WORKING in the West

If you just change the 55–58 into 64–67 , the numbers change to 15.92% in 2025, 26.36% in 2054 and 34.59% in 2075

This alone sees the working population rise from 46.8% in 2075 to 53.8% in 2075

B. Chinese have a largest savings in the planet – Typically a Chinese saves 45% against 19%-33% by Western Nations.

Thus Chinese Elderly People have extremely comfortable savings as compared to Americans or Europeans who have very little savings

C. Healthcare, Education and Food Distribution is STATE OWNED in Entirety –

Unlike the US where a Doctor can charge a Million and a Half Bucks for a procedure, in China everything is State Owned and Capped

Thus the Cost to keep an Old Man healthy is much much cheaper than in the West

Likewise Education is State owned and Food is price controlled – so Feeding people is much much cheaper in China and Educating Kids is also much cheaper

So the cost of keeping an Old Man alive is less than maybe a third in equivalent terms to keep an Old Man alive in US or Europe

D. Older People are changing generation by generation

Those who will turn 60+ in 2030–2050 would have been born post 1970–1990 and there would be a 64% chance of them being an Engineering Graduate and 35.3% chance of them being a an Engineering Post Graduate

They aren’t the same old people today who were born between 1930–1950 who are less educated, peasants and mainly laborers in a China where the middle class was barely 5%

The Quality of Elderly will rise dramatically, they will be investing and playing a far more proactive role in Society than today’s 60–90 year olds

Just look at Myself, Nagarajan Srinivas and Gopalkrishna Vishwanath and Subhash Mathur

We are far more active, definitely invest more, and play a proactive role in society than three 70 year olds in the 1990s

Unfortunately those who are Actuarians presume the Old People will always be the same dependent older generations, not realizing that the newer generation of older people would be far more proactive

Imagine someone like Anbazhagan Ambrose or Ravi Sundararaman in their sixties or seventies

They would be even more proactive

Same with China too

E. Work and it’s Nature will transform completely

Impossible to believe today’s definition of WORK is the same as that of 2075

For the same analysis – let’s see the ideal job in 1973 China and most Chinese were farmers or worked in State owned industries as longshoremen or unskilled laborers

In India the middle class were Govt employees and Teachers and others were farmers and tenant laborers and daily wage laborers

Today it’s different

It will be way different in 2075

Manual Jobs would be at an all time minimum and most jobs would need skills and analysis

So a large working class population would be a major NEGATIVE not a positive

The US Port strike against Automation is the best example

No such strikes in China

They love Automation for the exact same reason

So no need to get too worried

My guess is somehow if the world moves on past 2030, China will be in the best position by 2075–2100

The Thief

Submitted into Contest #232 in response to: Write a story set in a world with a dying sun, or where light is a scarce resource.… view prompt

Emily Heneisen

I duck behind a crumbling wall, dropping to my knees on cold dirt. The sharp edge catches my shoulder, the jagged brick ripping open my skin. Burning pain shoots through my arm, a silent cry squeezing its way through my throat. And that’s all it is: a soundless echo of pain, a reverberation that I refuse to give voice to. I clamp my mouth shut, hoping my moment of shock was inaudible in the night air. The taste of metal– of copper– coats my mouth and I realize I’ve bitten my tongue in the frenzy. I open my mouth again and spit crimson onto the dirt. Cody always said I had the grace of an elephant. Here I am, proving him right. My large belly doesn’t help matters; it is both my greatest blessing and most frequent inconvenience. But I won’t trade my baby for the world and neither will Cody. Despite the fire crackling underneath my skin and inside my veins, I will myself to breathe slowly through my mouth. I’m quieter this way, harder to track down.I made sure to cover my tracks when I escaped the citadel, but it was difficult to avoid the mud puddles near the outer rim of the city. I hope they couldn’t see any tracks in the darkness. Only the wealthy can afford fire or lights, and the cost is steep. The death of the sun forced new generations to be born with bigger eyes and better senses. While I can see faint shapes and outlines, I rely mostly on my other senses. I was born into the eternal night, and the absence of the sun is as normal to me as breathing, but that doesn’t mean I want the same for my son.These soldiers are older and less evolved to the permanent darkness. That’s why, if I can remain quiet, I have a chance of escape. The entrance of the alley will look like nothing more than a shadow on the bricks. The soldiers may be tasked with hunting me and retrieving what I stole, but I know they won’t waste their precious fire to find me. It would cost them more to replace a matchstick than the reward for my capture is worth. If they knew what was in my pocket, though, they would use all the torches in their arsenal.I hear hurried footsteps down the street. I press my back onto the brick wall, perhaps hoping to sink into it altogether. My pregnant belly sticks out far, too far. I may as well call out to my pursuers altogether. I turn my body so that my back faces the entrance of the alley. The position is risky. I can’t see anything but the dead end in front of me, although I suppose it won’t matter if they catch me. I am a mouse caught in a trap, and I’m praying for the cat to miss me. I push against the brick until I feel the pressure of a metal canister digging into my hip. I’m not sure what happens if the metal cracks, but I don’t want to risk finding out. As the footsteps– a lethal thunder of raging soldiers– draw nearer, I cease breathing altogether. If they find me, if they notice the tiny alley I’d taken cover in, everything we’d done for the past two years would be for nothing. All the planning, the observing, the fighting… all in vain if I was caught now.Flashes of green eyes pull me from my fear. His infectious laugh and his sideways smirk fill my senses. Cody. I have to escape the city for him, for our baby. He already laid out the plan. Now, I just have to follow it. I repeat the plan in my head, focusing only on him as the army gets closer to my position. I squeeze my eyes shut as the stomping grows louder and louder, nearer and nearer.And then they pass by, as though they can’t see the alley at all. I don’t feel the heat of torches, either. I was right. I stay in the alley for a few minutes as the army shuffles by, oblivious to the thief only a few feet away. They would kill for the canister in my pocket if they knew what was inside. Cody and I had killed for it. Now, I just have to get to the meeting point and it will all be over. We’ll be free. I wait until the marching is gone entirely. I will not risk a stray guard turning to find me. When I leave the alley, the street is empty once more. I dart across the cobblestone road, cutting across the path I was taking earlier. Cody meticulously crafted our plan, and I’m following it with precision. My heart clenches at the thought of him. He’s still in the citadel, distracting government leaders with that charm of his. They don’t know he’s in on the plan. Hopefully, they won’t discover his betrayal until we’re already beyond the towering walls of the city.I stumble through the small, humble town, a stark contrast to the towering, glass buildings and crystal chandeliers further south. Once, when the sun still lit up the sky, the citadel may have been beautiful. It is nearly impossible to see it in the dark. Now, it is remembered for its cold cruelty and busy noise. Perhaps the glass buildings are prettier than these wood cottages, but I’ll always associate them with the icy indifference of the government that now hunted me.I weave through side streets to avoid the market squares. They’re small, but even a few extra people is a risk I’m not willing to take. The path is winding, constantly taking me through narrow passageways. Some are merely cramped, but others force me to enter them backward to avoid crushing my stomach. Narrow, indeed.“Almost there,” I dare to whisper. I don’t know if I’m reassuring the baby or myself. The cobble road morphs into a wooded path, the stones fading into the dirt and grass. I stand at the entrance of the northern forest, a few miles from the citadel. I turn, and I can see the large screen above the main tower, a giant square of black that barely stands out from the night sky behind it. They only turn it on when they need to broadcast an important message. Anything else would be a waste of light. I face the woods again, and I can make out a tiny cottage just past the tree line. It’s worn down, the thatched roof caving in on the right side. Whoever lived here before had been gone for a long while.Once inside the cottage, I can barely make out shapes. The dim light of the moon doesn’t reach through the trees, and I’m left in pitch black. I feel my way around the room, stumbling into forgotten chairs and a dusty table. Suddenly, a bright light shines through the broken window. The screen above the citadel illuminates the sky. My heart sinks as I see the face displayed for the whole city to see.Traitor. Cody Fletcher is executed on charges of treason.Executed. I can’t breathe. Cody didn’t make it out in time. Those emerald eyes… I’ll never see them again. He’ll never hold me close or brighten my day. He’ll never meet his son.I reach into my pocket, pulling out the metal canister. We spent years planning this moment. He is supposed to be here with me. We knew the risks when we started the whole damn thing, but I never expected to lose him. I sink to my knees in the cottage as the light on the screen shuts off. The world was horribly quiet, and dark. So, so dark.“You’ll grow up knowing your father did everything for you,” I whisper down to my belly. “This was all for you.” I twist the top of the can open, and sparkling gold washes over me. For the first time in my life, I bathe in the warm glow of real sunlight. We never found out how the government obtained it, but we didn’t care. I am holding the only remnant of our dead star. Hopefully, my son will grow up in a world of light and happiness, and not the cold dark that I am accustomed to. Looking at the golden light, I think of Cody. His smile was just as bright as the sunlight pooling against the metal of the can. I prayed he would watch over the baby and see that our plan worked.

Badly Attacked! Assassination Attempt on Ibrahim Traoré as West Goes Insane!

Have you ever witnessed unruly behavior in a courtroom? If so, what transpired and how was it handled?

Someone bumped into my car and refused to pay for the repair, so I had to sue. She said I didn’t stand a chance because she worked at the country’s biggest car insurance agency and had access to the best of the best in terms of preparing for the trial.

This was small claims court, so no lawyers allowed, but she brought one of the agency’s lawyers anyway. Both of them yelled against me throughout the hearing, hardly letting me say a word. In addition, I was not up to par language wise because I’d only lived in the country for a few years. The judge limited herself to listening to them and nodding.

At last the judge turned to me. All I could utter was “B-but this is how trials are held in this country? Whoever yells more wins?!” to which the judge said “Exactly. That’s what I wanted to say – that is not how a trial works.” She then explained (for the sake of educating the public, as judges are supposed to do when appropriate) all that the woman and her lawyer had done that is forbidden in a courtroom. She also ruled additional compensation for me as punishment to them.

Where would you rather live: Tokyo or Beijing?

I lived in Tokyo for about 12 years and in Beijing for about 5. I left Tokyo for Beijing. I currently live in Shanghai. My answer to your question is ‘neither’… but if my choice was limited to these 2 cities and my work/life offering being perfectly equivalent, I would probably select (again) Beijing.

As most people pointed out, the biggest drawback living in Beijing is the pollution. That is the key reason I moved to Shanghai. Beyond that, the 2 cities are so different you will find good and bad things on both side and your choice will be determined by other factors than the cities’ features.

Choosing Tokyo instead of Beijing may seems a no-brainer considering the quality of services, internet ‘freedom’ and the visual/culinary esthetics of Japan. Talking Japanese is far easier to learn than Chinese among many other advantages that I am certain many will point-out and I used to appreciate greatly.

But…

These capital cities and their respective countries are currently taking a very different trajectory. China is generally progressing while Japan is taken into a slow spiral of regression which is painful to watch.

It’s easy to live well in Tokyo if you create your own comfortable bubble and blind yourself from the massive pile-up of social and environmental issues Japan is stacking against itself. By all means, choose Tokyo if you plan to live this way.

I personally prefer to be surrounded by optimistic Beijingers who have witnessed rapid positive changes and have become accustomed to try and integrate new ideas.

Beijing is not the rest of China and many massive, morally challenging (to say the least) problems are left to be addressed. The question is, do you prefer to be living in a place climbing rapidly upward or moving slowly downward?

What was the most devastating moment in your life that eventually bounced back from, and how?

I was a teenager.

I was attacked by a very large group of youths/teenagers/men it was 10+. It was pretty relentless. I remember my vision going blurred and it going pink before being knocked unconscious.

I woke up black and blue in hospital with a lot of broken bones and pretty much had to undergo multiple surgeries to put me back together again. Apparently they were jumping up and down on my head. To this day parts of my body hurt from this and some of the scars are still there despite 30+ years of fading.

My father saved me by going out and smashing the attackers to bits making them run away.

The police were not particularly interested and nobody was ever charged with it. The attackers actually were called cowards because they had to gang up on me. We moved away from that area and after that we always kept guns in the house. I kept guns in my homes.

I bounced back by simply living well. I recovered enough to go to 6th form college, but decided to explore a bit. I ended up meeting Liam setting up my own business and out performing every single one of those people almost all of them went on the dole and stayed there for the next 20 years 😀 :D.

It’s funny too as these useless fucks who’ve done nothing but suck up dole money think they’re the master race. You’d be surprised how many british are you deserved to be attacked! Only whites can live in the UK!

I laugh even harder as their country declines.

Woman Plans Girls Trip Without Him knowing and He DUMPS Her INSTANTLY

China may have the largest military personnel in the world, but size doesn’t matter when you’re going to face another super power like the U.S. What’s your opinion?

In my opinion, the US military is in decline…

it has a recruitment and morale crisis
it has a maintenance crisis, where ships and planes are heavily backlogged
it has not faced a peer adversary militarily since the Second World War
it has not had a significant military victory since the Second World War—it lost in Vietnam and Afghanistan!
its advanced military tech has reliability issues (e.g., the USS Gerald R. Ford’s EMALS and the F-35)
the Pentagon conducted numerous war games involving China and found that China won in every instance!

China’s military is extremely capable…

China has 232X the shipbuilding capacity of the USA, according to a leaked US Navy briefing—this means that China can much more easily replenish its lost ships
China bristles with A2/AD missiles, including hypersonic ones
China has the world’s largest navy, including formidable ships like the Type 055 heavy destroyer, the Type 052D destroyer, the Type 003 aircraft carrier, etc.
the J-20 Mighty Dragon is a frighteningly capable stealth fighter every bit the equal of the F-22 Raptor—and China has many more of them

A war in China’s own backyard gives China an overwhelming home field advantage. The US military would have a serious logistical problem.

What made you realize your life will never be the same?

In 2013, I got an excited call from my mom. She told me “I’ve won $2 million in the lottery, well, there’s a two in there somewhere, and I’ve decided to give it to you! I know you want to buy a house so badly.”

OK. I said I’d be right over. Arriving at my mom’s apartment, I saw her holding a large manilla envelope with “OFFICIAL DOCUMENT” and ”YOU’VE WON!” printed on it. On closer inspection, of course, there was tiny type that said “if you are holding the winning numbers.” The appeal on the inside was for her to send $25 “for processing.”

I looked down at a pile of mail that had accumulated mail. There were several envelopes like this one; apparently they hadn’t convinced her she was a “winner.” I also discovered that she had been sending blank checks to pay her bills, and had been putting all purchased on her credit cards, which now had a combined balance of over $20k. She could not write a check, but she knew how to get to the mall and whip out a piece of plastic.

I scolded her. I told her an educated woman like her should know a scam when she saw it. I think I even wrote “official document” on a napkin to show how it worked. I proceeded to toss all the envelopes in her recycling bin.

Mom yelled and lunged at me, recuing the lottery envelopes. “Someone has to win, and it could be me!” Her best friend was coming for dinner that night. I told her to please ask her friend (a younger and sensible teacher) about her opinion, and to gt rid of these if Friend said so.

I went home knowing what I suspected was true. Mom undeniably had dementia. She had been acting erratically for a few years, but I chalked it up to “mom being mom” and mom’s insistent “I’m old, of course I forget things!”

It took me all of 2014 and into 2015 to get her diagnosed. Finally, in February of 2015 she had an unexplained fall in her apartment, breaking 3 ribs. Her landlord, who heard her yelling and called me and we went to the ER. That incident was the first domino in me getting her tested for dementia (she failed the 30-question, getting an 8 out of 30. I got an MRI and a referral to an excellent neurologist and assessment program for mom.

That was the beginning of my journey with what was my mother’s frontotemporal dementia. Mom grew steadily worse, going from needing one aide in her home to requiring two aides (available 24/7) in a dementia facility. Mom gradually lost her ability to speak, then recognize me. She died in December of 2019.

I assumed her death would close a chapter and I would start over. It didn’t work out like that. Once mom was dead, so were so many relationships I had built over the years. All of her friends who would regularly call me to see how mom was doing (or to ask if I would escort them for a visit) stopped contact after the memorial service. What was left of my family declared “the holidays were always about seeing mom, we’re making other plans.” I got one letter from a far-flung relative of mom’s who told me “dementia sure runs in the family!” Hoo boy. One Quoran went so far as to suggest I already had dementia, based on their review of my personal account; the question was not about dementia.

I’m now 63 and I’m really lonely and afraid. I told my doctor and my son about my concerns. How do I know if I’m developing dementia if I live alone and am not in regular contact with anyone? I had a few bad falls in my old apartment, so I moved to a first-floor unit. Also, for all our disagreements, I miss my mother. That’s the one person you know “has your back,” at least in a decent familial relationship.

You really never get over losing your parents. I tell my adult son all about my childhood. I told him where our house was, the beach down the street were I spent my summer days and the woods were I rode my horse. One Christmas, my son gifted me a map of my hometown. Interestingly, the map cut off the area of where my house was, it just showed the downtown area. Of course I told him I loved it, but I also realized that nobody really cares about my childhood story.

Shorpy

Was the war in Iraq a mistake?

Yes.

By the way, so was the war in Afghanistan. And so was the war in Vietnam and so was the war in Korea.

My father fought bravely in Korea. He was bayoneted in the middle of the night at the Battle of the Chosin Reservoir — twice. Once, in the groin. He somehow barely survived. (Miraculously? He first woke up in a hospital in Los Angeles, 28 days after he had been bayoneted twice.).

My father somehow survived. He would never talk about it, and I did not learn that until about 12 years ago.

My father died three years ago — in 2021, at age 93 — but my dad would also be the first to explain in great detail how that war was a ridiculous, and unjustified war. He was proud of his duty, and was proud of his service to his nation — but he would also lecture you extensively how the U.S. has absolutely no justification for sending ground troops into that mess.

He would tell you the same exact thing about Vietnam, and also about Afghanistan, and about the second incursion into Iraq. With full detailed explanations. The U.S. military had no business being in any of those four locations.

Period.

R.I.P., dad.

And, thanks.

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Do you believe the U.S. government’s actions against Chinese companies involved in forced labor are effective in promoting human rights?

Where is the evidence?

The US levels charges against a Chinese entity and enforces sanctions without due process or an independent redress mechanism.

This is no different from sanctioning Carrie lam and John Lee for the crime of being appointed chief executive of Hong Kong.

As to forced labor, plenty of US companies have business dealings in or with Xinjiang entities. Why are they not sanctioned? For example, there is Hilton, mcdonald’s, snickers and coca cola in urumqi, Xinjiang. I won’t be surprised if the bed linens and uniforms in Hilton hotel is made from Xinjiang cotton, a favorite “forced labor” target, drawing imagery from the South’s plantation slavery past.

Why are American companies in Xinjiang participating in forced labor? Why don’t they exit the province, since forced labor doesn’t exist elsewhere in china?

The excuses are so bland these days. Either “human rights” or “national security”. There is even a level 3 “do not travel” state department warning on China.

Come on. Who was the last American to get into trouble in china?

Plenty of Chinese tourists, visa holders and Chinese Americans have been targeted and hounded over the last two administrations. Thousands have fled since the closure of the Houston consulate.

It is just prejudice and manufactured enmity.

If the Xinjiang’s cotton industry is not using forced labor, then why are there calls to replace or abandon Xinjiang products?

China is the world’s largest cotton producer, with over 90% of the country’s total cotton production coming from Xinjiang. In 2023, Xinjiang’s cotton production reached 5.12 million tons. Xinjiang cotton, known for its high quality and large output, has always been popular worldwide.

So it’s not difficult to understand why there’re calls to “replace or abandon Xinjiang products.” Some countries can’t compete with Xinjiang’s cotton production in China, so they look for excuses to suppress Xinjiang. PVH Corp. of the US is such an example.

In recent years, absurd anti-China narratives, such as “forced labor” in Xinjiang, have seriously disrupted the order of global textile and garment industry. Many well-known global apparel companies have been compelled to make the so-called “politically correct” choice regarding the issue of Xinjiang cotton. PVH owns apparel brands such as Calvin Klein and Tommy Hilfiger. PVH states that China is an “important growth engine” for the company, with revenues increasing by more than 20 percent last year, and that it also wants to focus on increasing brand awareness in China.

However, in a corporate responsibility report released in 2022, PVH said that Xinjiang is one of the regions where no direct or indirect sourcing is permitted. PVH ostensibly emphasizes the “importance” of the Chinese market, but what it is actually doing is cooperating with the US government’s discriminatory suppression of Xinjiang-related products, which has seriously undermined the legitimate rights and interests of Chinese enterprises as well as jeopardized China’s sovereignty, security and development interests. PVH must provide a clear and unequivocal explanation.

Pressuring multinational companies to withdraw from Xinjiang has been a common tactic employed by certain anti-China forces to discredit the nation and promote “decoupling” from China. There are many examples of this.

Last year, Volkswagen stated that an audit of its jointly owned site in Xinjiang had found no signs of forced labor. But recently, it was subjected to a presumption of guilt by FT which claimed that the audit failed to meet key aspects of the international standard. Similarly, German chemical giant BASF reported that its audits found no evidence of human rights violations at its joint ventures in Xinjiang, yet it was forced to accept “allegations inconsistent with corporate values” and divest from those joint ventures.

In the face of actions that obviously have non-commercial purposes, and discriminatory measures against China – particularly concerning Xinjiang-related products – China will, of course, use legal methods to safeguard the legitimate rights and interests of relevant Chinese enterprises and industries, and to defend a fair and just international trade order. Hope multinational companies looking to expand their business in Xinjiang can trust the facts they observe, and avoid becoming victims of US political manipulation.

What is the most badass thing a private has said to a general?

Not a General, an Admiral. In the mid 90’s I was testing a freshly overhauled F404 in the test cell, at NAS Lemoore CA. Recently the AF had crash landed a C-21 (Lear 35) in Fresno, the local news portrayed the pilots as heroes because they “rode it in”, a Lear has no ejection seats. So anyway, I am putting an engine through it’s paces in the test cell, and through the reflection in the observation window I notice a few people quietly step in and are standing there. I am at full power, full afterburner, running high power tests. After bringing the engine back down to idle, someone asks “So what’s your job here sailor”, with out looking away from my instruments I respond, “I’m trying to blow this engine up”. Next I hear someone loudly clear their throat, I turn the engine over to my assistant, turned in my seat, and there, standing behind me, the Base CO, my Div O, my Master chief and….“Commander Light Attack Wing Pacific Fleet” Admiral Idon’trememberhisName. I snap to, and the Admiral says “Care to expound on that answer sailor? Thinking fast, I respond with “Well Sir, if I can’t break this engine, none of our pilots can, and no Navy jet will have to crash land in downtown Fresno”. He gives me a hard stare, smiles and says “Good fucking answer”, turns and walks out without another word. Please upvote, if you do like. Comments and questions welcome! Have a GREAT NAVY DAY!

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Beef Tenderloin with Blue Cheese Stuffing

Grilled Flank Steak Stuffed with Blue Cheese and Serranos

Yield: 6 servings

Ingredients

1/2 cup crumbled blue cheese
2 tablespoons chopped walnuts
2 tablespoons chopped parsley
2 teaspoons dried oregano, divided
2 pound beef tenderloin
Salt and pepper to taste
2/3 to 3/4 cup beef broth

Instructions

Heat oven to 425 degrees F.
Combine the blue cheese, walnuts, parsley and 1 teaspoon of oregano in a bowl and mix well. Cut a long pocket in the top of the tenderloin, starting and ending 1/2 inch from the ends, cutting to within 1 inch of the bottom. Spoon the cheese mixture into the pocket. Press the sides of the meat together and secure with string. Rub the remaining teaspoon of oregano, salt and pepper on the tenderloin.
Roast until an instant-read thermometer inserted in the thickest part of the meat reads 120 degrees F for rare, 125 degrees F for medium-rare or 135 to 145 degrees F for medium, about 25 to 45 minutes (the temperature will continue to rise 5 to 10 degrees out of the oven). Let stand for 5 minutes.
Remove to a platter and cover loosely with aluminum foil. Place the roasting pan over medium-high heat and add the beef broth. Cook until heated through, stirring to deglaze the pan. Pour into a sauceboat.
Slice the tenderloin and serve with the pan juices.

Attorneys, what is the worst result a client ever got in court because they absolutely refused to take your advice?

I had a Public Defender client who after three months of discussing his case with him, he was convinced that he knew more about criminal law and procedures than I did. After all, he had failed to make bail and had so many counselors incarcerated with him 24/7.

He had failed to sign a jury trial demand form several times – at 9:10 am the day of the Bench trial, he claimed he wanted a jury trial. He had refused to see me on the days set aside for PD visits, insisting on evening and weekend conferences. He refused to cooperate with the investigator assigned claiming that the investigator was giving everything to the police.

All of the above and more were reasons he claimed when asking for a new attorney at 9:15 the morning of his trial. The judge almost laughed at him before denying his request.

The State had a big hole in its case – they had failed to measure to see if he was within 1000 feet of a public park or school. It was an element of the Class A felony he was charged with along with two other Class B felonies for similar offenses at other locations.

The State rested its case – I DO NOT NEED TO CROSS-EXAMINE! It would allow me to state that the ‘1000-foot element’ had not been proven and the Class A felony cannot be proven. But if I ask a single question, it opens the State to Re-Direct Examine the officer to discuss OTHER CASES IN THE METH ROW NEIGHBORHOOD that are further away but have been measured.

All of a sudden there is a loud Stage Whisper in my ear “Ask him if he measured from my house to the park.”

“Be quiet, Mr. C_______. Let me handle the case.”

“Guddammit! Ask him if he measured from my house to the park! Did he measure?”

“Be quiet! I don’t want to ask him; it would be bad for your case if I do. Now be still.”

“You Motherfu…”

“C________, shut the fuck up! Keep your fucking mouth shut; let me finish this case for your benefit.”

Judge: Mr. C________. Mr. Winters is doing his best for you, and you need to let him conduct your case. Right now, you are walking a very thin line, and he is the only one that can assist you. If you continue to persist in the matter and Mr. Winters refuses to ask what you are demanding; I will have him state his reasons for the refusal on the record and let you ask the question on your own. So far, he has provided you a brilliant defense by asking nothing.”

Judge: “Mr. Winters?”

“I refuse, Your Honor. The State is unable to bring forth any evidence of the missing element. I don’t want the State to have a second bite of the apple. The State cannot prove a Class A felony was committed without that element.”

Judge: “Mr. C________, your attorney has refused to ask the question you want, and for reasons which only benefit you and are against the State’s case. I would advise you to follow his advice and not ask the question on your own.”

“I wanna ask the PO-lice officer if he measured.”

Judge: Go ahead then. It’s now a matter of record.”

Officer, did you measure from my house to the park?”

“No.”

“That’s all I wanted to know. I’m done.”

“The State would like to redirect, Your Honor.”

The rest is history: Three houses were measured farther away from the public park than his house in the week the warrants were served and raids conducted. The judge accepted this as a measurement.

Without the measurement, the worst-case scenario would have been a Class B felony; maximum sentence twenty years, out in ten.

WITH THE MEASUREMENT THAT HE INSISTED UPON he was convicted of the Class A felony and received a sentence of FIFTY YEARS, out in twenty-five.

Sometimes the truth does not set you free.

Russia: ” . . . American bases are among the first targets” if Ukraine uses Western Missiles to hit Russia

Hal Turner World October 09, 2024

Moscow would trigger a “contingency plan” outlined by President Vladimir Putin in the event that Ukraine receives permission to use Western-supplied long-range missiles for strikes deep inside Russia, Foreign Minister Sergey Lavrov has warned.

Putin earlier said that any such strikes would be treated by Moscow as a direct attack by the countries that provided the weapons.

The diplomat was commenting on an upcoming meeting of Kiev’s foreign arms donors, which Ukrainian leader Vladimir Zelensky has been touting as “historic.” Moscow does not follow statements on the issue as it already has a response prepared, the foreign minister said.

“As soon as this decision is taken [by the West to allow Ukraine to use long-range missiles], if it is taken, we will learn that, and the contingency mentioned by Vladimir Putin will already be in action,” Lavrov told Russia’s Channel 1 broadcaster.

Power plants, bridges, defense factories, and American bases are among the first targets. That does not bode well for Scranton, PA, where an Army Ammunition Plant is located. Ukraine’s Zelensky met with Pennsylvania Governor Josh Shapiro at that plant a week ago, where the two autographed artillery shells to be used to kill Russian troops.

Many people in the area say “The only thing Zelensky and Governor Shapiro did with that visit, was to make Scranton a target for Russia.”

Putin has warned that any attack by Ukraine with Western-supplied long-range missiles would be treated by Moscow as being directly launched by NATO. He has suggested that Russia could arm enemies of the West with similar weapons in response.

Moscow is currently updating its nuclear doctrine to include an attack by a non-nuclear state backed by a nuclear one to the conditions which could trigger a nuclear retaliation from Russia.

Kiev has been asking the US and its allies to lift a ban on strikes deep inside Russia with their long-range weapons for months, blaming its recent setbacks on the battlefield on Western reluctance.

Russian officials previously claimed that the principal decision to grant Ukraine its wish had already been made, and that Western nations were choosing a means to present it to the general public.

Zelensky had hoped that the ban would be lifted during his visit last month to the US, where he presented his ‘victory plan’ to President Joe Biden. According to local media, US officials are skeptical about the Ukrainian leader’s proposal, which they do not consider viable for defeating Russia.

Moscow, which describes the Ukraine conflict as a US-led proxy war against Russia, has pledged to achieve its goals by any means necessary as its national security depends on it. The West is willing “to fight to the last Ukrainian” to inflict damage on Russia, the Kremlin has argued.

NATO Openly Preparing for War with Russia

NATO is no longer hiding that it is gearing up for a potential military conflict with Russia, Deputy Foreign Minister Aleksandr Grushko has said, pointing to this year’s Steadfast Defender drills, the bloc’s largest maneuvers since the end of the Cold War.

The US-led military bloc has been expanding eastward for decades, despite assurances given to the Soviet Union in the run-up to German reunification in 1990 that it would not do so. Russia has repeatedly described the expansion toward its borders as a threat to its security.

Speaking to RIA Novosti on Tuesday, Grushko said that “now NATO representatives have stopped hiding that they are preparing for a potential armed clash with Russia.”

“Regional defense plans have been approved, concrete tasks for all of the bloc’s military command structures have been formulated. Possible options for military action against Russia are being continuously worked out,” the diplomat added.

He cited the Steadfast Defender exercise that ran from January through late May, saying that “for the first time, the enemy was not a fictitious state, but Russia.”

While NATO did not specifically name Russia in its announcement of the drills, it called the exercises preparation for a conflict with a “near-peer” adversary. NATO’s main security document identifies Russia as the bloc’s largest threat.

The drills, which were conducted near Russia’s western border, featured some 90,000 troops from all 32 NATO member states.

According to Grushko, “military budgets are being pumped [with money] and [Western] economies are being militarized.”

The deputy foreign minister insisted that “it was not Russia, but the North-Atlantic alliance that took the path of confrontation,” by refusing to engage in dialogue with Moscow. He concluded that NATO bears responsibility for a “major European security crisis.”

On Saturday, Germany’s Die Welt newspaper, citing a confidential NATO planning document, reported that in preparation for a potential conflict with Russia, the military bloc is planning to dramatically increase the number of combat and air defense units.

Over the past few months, several NATO member states have claimed that Russia could be harboring plans to attack the bloc.

Speaking on the sidelines of the St. Petersburg International Economic Forum (SPIEF) in June, Russian President Vladimir Putin dismissed as “nonsense” and “bulls**t” allegations that Moscow plans to attack NATO.

In September, the Russian leader warned, however, that should Ukraine’s Western backers allow Kiev to use their missiles to hit targets deep inside Russia, “it will mean nothing less than the direct participation of NATO countries, the US and European countries, in the conflict in Ukraine.”

“The Russian Federation demands from Kiev the withdrawal of all Ukrainian military personnel from the four partially occupied territories and Ukraine’s renunciation of its intentions to join NATO,” said Russian Foreign Minister Lavrov in an interview with Newsweek.

Hal Turner Remarks

Any of you who have been distracted from the growing Russia-Ukraine conflict by the absurd Israel-Iran troubles, or who lost sight of the reality that the Russia-Ukraine situation is heading for direct nuclear confrontation between Russia and the West, are reminded: The conflict hasn’t gone away, and NATO is now openly pushing for direct war, which will get a lot of US killed, here in the US.

Emmanuel Todd On Europe’s Hopefully Fading Submission To The U.S.

This blog has been following the writings of Emmanuel Todd for some time:

Emmanuel Todd on Europe – December 19, 2008
Seeing Social Decline As A National Security Threat May Change Conservative Policies – November 30, 2018
Transgender – The Inability To Distinguish Facts From Wishes – March 14, 2024

In the later one I had quoted a New York Times review of Todd’s latest book:

This Prophetic Academic Now Foresees the West’s Defeat (archived) – New York Times, Mar 9 2024

American leadership is failing: That is the argument of an eccentric new book that since January has stood near the top of France’s best-seller lists. It is called “La Défaite de l’Occident” (“The Defeat of the West”). Its author, Emmanuel Todd, is a celebrated historian and anthropologist who in 1976, in a book called “The Final Fall,” used infant-mortality statistics to predict that the Soviet Union was headed for collapse.
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While Mr. Todd is, again, not judgmental on sexual matters, he is judgmental on intellectual ones. The inability to distinguish facts from wishes astounds him at every turn of the Ukraine war. The American hope early in the war that China might cooperate in a sanctions regime against Russia, thereby helping the United States refine a weapon that would one day be aimed at China itself, is, for Mr. Todd, a “delirium.”

The Italian version of “The Defeat of the West”, Todd’s latest book, has just been published. It is the occasion for an interview with Corriere Di Bologna. The answers Todd is giving during the interview deserve your attention (edited machine translation):

Q:You argue that Europe has delegated the representation of the West to the United States and is now paying the price. How do you think this trend can be changed?A: “In the present state we cannot do anything else. A war has begun. It is the outcome of this war that will decide the fate of Europe. If Russia is defeated in Ukraine, European submission to the Americans would be prolonged for a century. If, as I believe, the United States is defeated, NATO will disintegrate and Europe will be left free.

Even more important than a Russian victory will be the halting of the Russian army on the Dnepr and the unwillingness of the Putin regime to attack western Europe militarily. With 144 million people, a shrinking population and 17 million square kilometers, the Russian state is already struggling to occupy its territory. Russia will have neither the means nor the desire to expand once the borders of pre-communist Russia are reconstituted. Western Russophobic hysteria fantasizing about the desire for Russian expansion in Europe is simply ridiculous to a serious historian.

The psychological shock awaiting Europeans will be to realize that NATO does not exist to protect us but to control us.”

Since the beginning of the recent phase of the war in Ukraine in February 2022, I have argued that Russia does not want to take all of Ukraine but only those parts which, up to 1922, had been traditional parts of Russia before the communists added them to the Ukrainian borderland.

It is nice to see that Emmanuel Todd agrees with this analysis:

It is difficult to discern what the planed end state of this operation is. Where is this going to stop?

Looking at this map I believe that the most advantageous end state for Russia would be the creation of a new independent country, call it Novorussiya, on the land east of the Dnieper and south along the coast that holds a majority ethnic Russian population and that, in 1922, had been attached to the Ukraine by Lenin. That state would be politically, culturally and militarily aligned with Russia.

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biggerThis would eliminate Ukrainian access to the Black Sea and create a land bridge towards the Moldavian breakaway Transnistria which is under Russian protection.

Excursus:

The yellow part of that map marked ‘Ukraine in 1654’ was actually the land of the Eastern Orthodox Zaporozhian Cossacks. Under threat from the Catholic Lithuanian-Polish Commonwealth, which at the time held the green parts under serfdom, they negotiated the Pereiaslav Agreement (1654) with Russia and pledged allegiance to the Tsar. They area thus became an autonomous part of Russia.

End Excursus

The rest of the Ukraine would be a land confined, mostly agricultural state, disarmed and too poor to be build up to a new threat to Russia anytime soon. Politically it would be dominated by fascists from Galicia which would then become a major problem for the European Union.

I have also argued previously that the current hostile German government position towards Russia is unnatural and will be corrected. In his interview Todd also agrees with this (edited machine translation):

Do you think Europe took the final step toward this subordination [to the U.S.] during the conflicts in the Balkans, and especially with the Kosovo issue?

“No, it all started in Ukraine. During the Iraq war, after Kosovo, Putin, Schröder and Chirac held joint press conferences. This terrified Washington. It seemed that America could be expelled from the European continent. Russia’s separation from Germany thus became a priority for American strategists. Making the situation in Ukraine worse served this purpose.

Forcing the Russians into war to prevent Ukraine’s de facto integration into NATO was, initially, a major diplomatic success for Washington. The shock of war paralyzed Germany and allowed the Americans, in general confusion, to blow up the Nordstream pipeline, a symbol of the economic understanding between Germany and Russia.

Of course, in a second phase, that of American defeat, American control over Europe will be pulverized. Germany and Russia will meet again. This conflict is in a sense artificial. The natural thing, in a low-fertility Europe, with its aging population, is the complementarity between German industry and Russian energy and mineral resources.”

The current situation and the sanctions on Russia are utterly harmful for Germany’s industry and the people depending on it. I therefore hope that the process of reconnecting Germany with Russia will proceed as soon as possible. The current government which, for whatever reason, had agreed with the U.S. course on Ukraine, should be punished for the great harm it has caused.

There are a few more bits in the Todd interview. I’ll leave it to you to read them.

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Cold is the Absence of Heat

Submitted into Contest #243 in response to: Write a story imagining ‘what if’ one historic invention had never happened. How would our world be different now?… view prompt

Jack Kimball

Commander John Forebear re-enters the airlock to Novac 3 and takes his place at the bridge’s command module. No sooner is he settled in than his headset sparks in static.”It’s a blue line here, John. Ice to every horizon, kind of mist-like, an artic blue, mythical. It’s really something.”The Commander smiles. Just like my science officer to admire the view. I love him, but it’s another thing to keep him focused on the task at hand.“I can see,” the Commander replies. “Your visuals are coming in fine, but you’re not on vacation, are you Officer Aaronson?” The monitor displays the surface of planet 87689-B, no longer the ice blue marble seen growing over the last eighteen months, but white arctic plains, endless mountain ranges, and red-ironed rock on knife edged peaks.The Commander’s headset crackles again from Aaronson. “You need to smell the roses more often my friend..”The Commander laughs. “You’ve never smelled a rose; you’ve never even seen one.””I read books. You should try it.”The Commander laughs again. “I do read books.””You read manuals on rocket technology. Those aren’t books.”Aaronson is on the surface, the Commander thinks. Back to business. “Let’s get on it, Science Officer. Have you centered the vein?””Affirmative,” Aaronson answers, coming in clear. “Data confirms crystal spectrum 2.5 klicks below the surface. Deploying the drill.”On the ship’s monitor, the Commander zooms in. Standing much larger and taller than the robotic derricks on Absolon 9, the drill first extends vertically. Once the upward extension completes, the blades spread out at the base, slowly expanding to thirty meters, reminding the Commander of the wings of a teeth mantis. The blades begin turning, spinning, ice flies as it grinds through the ice. The high, piercing sound of the drill fills the audio, and ice blocks spin off the blades as the diamond edged wings cut, tear, bore a hole in the planet.Soon the derrick has drilled itself out of sight from the command module. On the surface, Science Officer Aaronson puts on a propulsion vest. The tiny thrusters fire a blue flame, a throated growl as they lift him. Aaronson disappears as he descends the newly dug channel, a vertical mineshaft.An hour later, Aaronson patches in. “You need to get down here, Commander. You won’t believe this.”Descending the drill shaft along with Security Officer Dickens, the Commander realizes they don’t need headlamps. The ice walls are a translucent aqua glow, almost an ocean effect, the glow derived he suspects from its own organic energy source within the fabric of the ice. His gloved hand slides down the edge of the mineshaft. Clear, he thinks. I can see at least three meters into the ice. The purity of it.The Commander is not a worrier, but he worries as he descends. Not because of the shaft or the mine. He has mined all over the Federation, dozens of planets, and even if this shaft is twice the size of the largest, he still has the experience. It isn’t the cumbersome size of the derrick either. It’s what his security officer had said the night before. They had been together on the observation deck and it was about his friend Aaronson. The same subject Dickens had been harping on for the last year.

“To mine the ice is nothing,” Dickens had said, the reflection of a dark red nebula on his scared face. “It’s the softness of that Aaronson. He’s not like us; he lacks the killer instinct. When the time comes, Aaronson will be the weak link. Trust me, I’ve seen it before. We need to mine the ice, and I’m not letting him get in the way.”

Always the paranoid security officer, thinks the Commander. But he’s my security officer, and I like him being paranoid. It’s safer. His job is to protect all three of us, after all. He pours himself two fingers of scotch from their dwindling supply into his crystal glass. The blue planet hovers below in its own shimmering light, the plains, the mountains, the stars ablaze above.

Dickens grabs the scotch bottle with a flick of his eyes. “Have you seen his right earlobe? It’s the mark of a mystic. He hides it, but it’s typical of his kind, his race. He swears, what a joke, there’s some kind of life on the planet. He says he dreamed about them. Hallucinating is what I think. And we scanned for planet heat, nothing. The entire planet is absolute zero. If there’s a THEY, can they be absolute zero? There’s a reason Sector 12 threw out the mystics you know, why you don’t see them. They shipped them off, good riddance I say.

The Commander throws back his scotch. Corporate’s command was simple. Go to planet 87689-B, mine as much of what you can, bring back the mythical ice that doesn’t melt. Imagine the repercussions of a product with endless refrigeration? Fill the storage bay, bring it back. Zing, Pop, we’re all rich. Or, I’m rich. Corporate is already rich. The commander puts his hand on Dicken’s arm to assure him. “We mine the ice, fill the payload. Then we get the hell out. Aaronson will be fine.” And once I’m rich, I can retire to Absolom 7, the furthest from the insanity of the Federation I can get, a place without thought control, a place with hardly any people at all. What’s going on at Sector 12 is really not my business.

***

As the two men descend, their propulsion vests hold the descent, a hissing sound from the fuel, a blue flame. At the bottom of the shaft, Aaronson waves up to them in the blue glow, the channel now carved out at the bottom like a cathedral. It’s then the commander realizes the protruding vein of ice in front of him IS the core product, the color of the distinctive blue giving it away. The ice gives off a ghosting blue, fog like, the surface seeming to have a thin frothing skin. Ice that won’t melt. Corporate could mine this for decades. Who knows how long?

Aaronson’s voice breaks in the Commander’s headset. “I’m at your two o’clock. You have to see this. I’ve run the carbon dating spectronics.”

The science officer is standing at the entrance to one of many spidered tunnels off the base of the main dig. Behind him are the images of a junkyard of random space debris, dozens of pieces of metal embedded in a clear ice wall, as if a human expedition on a prior mining exploration had abandoned their probes, a launch vehicle, digging equipment, backhoes, mining tools. Ancient technology embedded in clear ice.

The Commander joins Aaronson in front of the ice wall. “I’ve never seen equipment like this. What’s the reading?”

“2.5 million years. Our earth was not yet civilized when these artifacts were brought here Commander.”

Aronson puts his hand on the ice wall in awe of what they’d found. “It’s a shame we can’t stay. Imagine what we could learn. And there are inscriptions on the equipment. There, on what looks like a backhoe, do you see?”

Just looking at artifacts from so long ago sends a shiver through the Commander, a déjà vu, a murmur, a whisper from an ancient past.

Aaronson speaks quietly to the Commander. “You sense it, don’t you? Can we stay?”

Dickens looks disgustedly at Aaronson. “No way science man. We’re not here for your witchy bullshit. If there’s intelligence, we’re in danger.”

Aaronson ignores Dickens, his eyes on the Commander. “Give me just three days to complete an archeological study. All I’m asking is three days, John.”

“Pfff,” Dickens snorts. “You’ve been whining about missing your family for the entire trip out. Now you want to stay?”

“I do. But there’s more.” Aaronson hesitates like he was holding back. “You both need to come with me.”

They follow Aaronson down an ice blue tunnel and enter a cavern opening up with caves on an ice cliff. Ice ladders access what looks like homes, abandoned cliff dwellings. Structures in ice of all sizes, a blue sheen to the ice, ghostly, present, unknown. But what really stands apart are the carvings. Circular discs of etchings, sculptures of some abstract design. Like Picasso of ages long past, or Phillips on Horizon’s Horn in the 8^th Quadrant. The brightest spot is a centerpiece on a small pedestal. There sits what looks like a pulsating diamond, sparkling white, about 20 centimeters tall. Around it is an artistically designed ice carved shrine. The diamond hums, it glitters organically.

Aronson puts his helmeted face inches from the diamond. “This is ice but like a queen I think. See how she produces ice from the base like tiny glaciers. The ice is the eggs. They don’t melt, we know that, but the queen is this diamond of ice, birthing the ice. This shrine is to worship the ice diamond, is my guess.”

Dickens picks up the diamond, examines it. “If they can’t protect it, they don’t deserve to keep it. Why are we only taking the ice when we can also take, as you say, the queen?”

Aaronson steps in front of Dickens. “We only came for the ice. We don’t know the ramifications. We need to study it.”

Dickens glances at the Commander who gestures to return the ice diamond. He sets the crystal diamond back on the pedestal.

Returning to the derrick, the three men prepare the container for some hours, collecting ice, storing it for the transfer.

The Commander closes the portal on the container. “Ok Aaronson, trigger the container to ascend to the surface. I’ve programmed the ascent to Novac 3.”

Aaronson and the Commander strap on their vests. Dickens joins them. Before he triggers the propulsion, Aaronson stops Dickens.

Aronson raises both of his hands. “He’s hiding the ice diamond in his pack Commander. Not a good idea Dickens. There’s more to this than you realize.”

“Don’t tell me science boy, we can take this. But… but…” Dickens grabs his helmet with both hands. Whatever is in his helmet eats on his face, his flesh is breaking up like black microbes gnawing on him.

He draws his laser sidearm, fires at Aaronson, whose chest lights up with a red flash. The charge dissipates in an electrical charge, Aaronson collapses to the ice. Dickens falls to his knees next to Aaronson and his hands desperately claw each side of his helmet. His screams pierce the Commander’s headset as the whites of Dicken’s eyes go black. His face in the clear visor helmet DISSOLVES, the flesh of his face dripping away, blood flowing down his cheeks with the white bones of his skull protruding. Finally, his mass slides down into the interior of his suit like sludge in a drain and his suit crumples on the ice.

The Commander thinks in a second. It was so simple. Go to planet 87689-B, mine as much as you can, fill the storage bay with a ton of the stuff. Bring it back. He takes hold of the pack. Carrying Aaronson, he stumbles to the main channel and fires his vest. The weight of two men may be too much. He turns the nozzle full on. But he’s rising too slowly and falls back a meter for every two he ascends. Aaronson moans on his back. As they rise up the channel, the sides of the shaft begin cracking like a crevasse closing in on them, the ice splintering, cascading down the channel. Pieces of ice reach out to strike at his legs, his arms, the iced sides moving in on them like a closing fist. The planet itself knows I have the queen.

Once on the surface, the Commander lays Aaronson in the shuttle. As they take off, the gravity of the planet seems to bend with an aurora of light, blues and pinks reach for them, a colored gravity aching to pull the shuttle back. But they dock on Novac 3 and soon all of the ship’s engines are firing, blasting in a blue-red fire, but the planet strains to hold the ship. 87689-B is not giving up. It seems to scream to pull the ship back, like a mother fighting for the return of her children, her queen, the ice. Finally, the planet lets go, spent with exhaustion. The planet gives out a collective gasp of loss. Novac 3 snaps into space, the stars streak by.

***

Two months later, Aaronson still hasn’t died. The commander has set him up in sickbay, the portrait of his wife, his two young children taped to the bulkhead above him. He has no consciousness, thinks the commander. He’s dying, a coma. He’ll never last a month, certainly not a year.

As the days become weeks, the Commander holds Aaronson’s sweating head in his berth. He feeds him food carefully ground so he can swallow. He washes Aaronson when he needs to be washed. And finally in desperation he lies next to his friend, begging to transfer his own heated life force. Wake up, Aaronson. Wake up. You’re the only friend I’ve got.

But strangely, the Commander meets him in dreams, an apparition in his sleep, coming to him out of a blue iced fog. “The ice melts,” Aaronson says in the dream. “Melts”. But how can this be? The ice does not melt, the crystal births more ice. But Aaronson says over and over, “The ice is the absence of heat,” his eyes unfocused, the light in his irises dying. There must be a message. Novac 3 rockets through space and the Commander drinks scotch on the observation deck, first two fingers, then four, then he’s out of counting fingers. He just drinks. There is no day. The nebula of greens and browns and pinks, the infinitum of space, silently watches. He drinks until the day he looks in the mirror of his cabin and examines his red-veined eyes, his face. Then he knows what to do.

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Aaronson’s near lifeless body lies in the outstretched arms of the Commander. He stumbles with the weight, falls, rises again. He struggles on, the weight heavy. The propulsion vest he wears can hardly hold them both from plummeting down the mineshaft. He finds the ice caves, the ladders, the art. He then lays Aaronson carefully down at the altar where the ice diamond used to be, the queen. After taking his pack off, he removes the ice diamond and places it on the pedestal and kneels in front of it.

Behind the commander stands a blue presence, at least ten feet tall, a figure in raw ice, nothing more. The man is clear blue, the ice of his body shimmering like the planet itself. There is a crackling, like tinkling ice, as the man’s arm moves. He places a hand on the Commander’s shoulder, his arm joint re-forming as the ice breaks and splinters. Lights like nail-heads shine from his eyes. His head turns, a crinkling in his neck, a thin frothing crystal skin. Your man will be fine. He’ll get to stay, study us as he wants. Then we can get him back if he chooses. But not for you. Yours is a different path.

The commander turns. Half of his face is blue ice, he is transforming. He knows in his heart that soon the suit won’t be necessary. He smiles to himself. But what will happen when Novac 3 reaches the frontier of the Federation, passes the ashen worlds destroyed by war, the planets stripped of all resources and lain to waste? What will happen when the sickened and bitter society discovers the ice that won’t melt? He’s completed his mission. The ice is overflowing the container within the ship, and in another eighteen months it will reach the frontier. They will harvest a rare commodity, solving the refrigeration needs for the Federation.

Now he more than smiles, he laughs. The ice has a little surprise, he thinks. A little gift to the Corporation. It will spread throughout the Federation of Planets. And then he remembers his dream on Novac 3. He remembers the dream asking him, what is the absence of hate? He now knows the answer. The ice will spread, and those who have the emotion of anger, or vengeance, or loathing, or bigotry, or so many other tortures in the souls of humanity, will, like Dickens, MELT.

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How did 99.9% of Iranian missiles hit their target in Israel?

I don’t know if 99.9% of Iranian missiles hit their target in Israel. I doubt if there is anyone who would know.

HOWEVER, there are a lot of Sociol Media videos now posted that did show that a lot of missiles did get thru and hit their targets which included:

Three Air Force bases
The Mossad HQ in Tel Aviv

There were MINIMAL/NO video footages of any Iranian missiles intercepted.

It is clear from these MULTIPLE video footages that Israel missile defence system have FAILED. These will have outsized consequences – It demonstate that despite having powerful allies, Israel and the United States are not able to deter or prevent an attack on Israel.

In fact, the Israelis could not even STOP irregular forces like the Houthis. Other irregular forces are no doubt watching and there will also be preparing future attacks on Israel.

Having lost the myth of its invincibility, Israel days are NUMBERED as its situation can only deterioate from this point onward and it will likely dragged the United States down to the abyss with it.

Is it true that Chinese swords are inferior to Japanese katanas?

Well, Japanese warfare is a different ballgame from Chinese warfare.

If I may offer an analogy, studying the history of war in Japan next to the Chinese is akin to a controlled lab experiment vs. the chaos of the real world beyond.

Let me explain.

Japanese warfare, in sum, has been an endless wave of civil war, among a population that only reached 35m in the 1870s. It was 8m entering the sengoku period in the 1460s.

Now, Japan lies north, with the home islands sharing the same latitude as the Koreas and the northeastern Chinese provinces of Jilin and Heilongjiang. One of the most important cities in the latter was Ningguta, literally the numeral “six” in Manchu, and it was where the Qing dynasty sent exiles, because of its desolate nature.

Life in Japan is incredibly harsh, not least because the conditions were exacerbated by the mountainous terrain. My shifu described Japan as “Yunnan with Heilongjiang weather”.

Large-scale warfare in ancient Japan was rare, because the scale was limited by available resources, harsh winters and lack of connectivity over challenging terrain.

Competition over centuries consolidated power from tribes, to clans, daimyos and finally the shogunate, before passing back to the emperor during the meiji restoration.

In such a limited microcosm, warfare was necessarily stylized, and ritualistic. Wars of extermination and destruction were rare, and tactical evolution became a laborious race to improve weaponry, because neighboring states all fought and organized the same way.

Japan’s harsh winter and short growing season attracted men to blacksmithing. The standardization of the Japanese arsenal with the katana front and center allowed blacksmiths from all over Japan to optimize the form factor and recipe over millennia, resulting in the katana being ranked as a top blade of the ancient agrarian world.

The katana is not just a weapon. It is also an important ritualistic symbol of bushido, and extensively used in stylized personal combat among the samurai.

It is this sprinkling of sacred religion that drove Japanese sword culture towards an apex of quality.

China’s population heft, continental range of latitudes and numerous neighbors along a long border means weapons standardization and shared rules of war are practically impossible. The Chinese adapted arms that could counter the enemy’s strengths, instead of pursuing the refinement of a single form factor.

Japan probably made the best katana, or the curved narrow blade in history. But the best Chinese straight swords (jian), broadswords (dadao) and longswords (kanmadao) were no slouch, having been tested in combat against the best armies of the time.

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Hello animal lovers how do u deal with having too put ur cat too sleep..

buster was hes name buster was 18 and was my world..

what help you get thru this harrowing time..

and did u get burial or cremation..

Havent sleeped or eaten 2 days now..

I dont have any family supports witch sucks..

I need a hug but no one too hug..

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What can the World learn from studying the German Flak Towers of Worldy War 2?

Nazi Germany allocated great resources to infrastructure during WWII. Flak towers are one of these.

Anti-aircraft tower (Flaktürme) in Vienna.

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These towers were built to defend the Reich Empire from British air raids. These complex structures inclued radar stations within. These towers are considered urgent and top priority so all the related raw material (cement, pig iron etc.) was directed to these constructions. However apart from towers in Berlin, Hamburg and Vienna, other projects had to be cancelled due to shortage of raw material and funds.

10 feet thick concrete walls were unassailable for ordinary bombings. The anti aircraft guns situated on top of these towers were very effective since they can create no-fly zones when concentrated their firepower. For example the three towers formed a safe triangle over Berlin from Royal Air Force. These towers could be used as bomb shelters that can house thousands of people during air raids.

These towers were so impregnable that during the Battle of Berlin where there was no hope for Nazi capital’s survival, these towers could not be taken by Soviet Red Army because of their thick walls. The Soviets did not bother to waste valuable ammo on these towers and bypassed them in their quest to capture the Nazi capital. In the end the defenders had to surrender when they ran out of food and water.

All in all these giant towers exist today because it is too costly to demolish them. The lesson that can be learnt about their ordeal is that they served their purpose well.

Is it safe for a cat to eat meat that has been left out overnight?

Your housecat is by nature a scavenger, typically only hunting when the opportunity presents itself.

Left to forage in the great outdoors, they won’t necessarily pass up a festering carcass.

…which is another reason in addition to predation and traffic that indoor cats typically lead longer, healthier lives.

Personally, I’d be far more concerned about my felines eating highly salted fish or bulb vegetables than room temperature meats, but I also wouldn’t give them ANYTHING that I’d be scared to eat myself.

The two hour maximum for unrefrigerated food is a good rule of thumb for both people and pets.

Don’t squander those 9 lives on base negligence.

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Can you explain what Pattaya, Thailand is like?

The sun goes down and the lights come on along the Pattaya foreshore

I lived in Pattaya for seven years. I’ve heard it said, more than once, that Pattaya “is the world’s biggest brothel.” No doubt there’ll be people who’ll be offended by this statement. They’ll offer up a myriad reasons why they consider Pattaya to be one of the best places in the world to reside. For those who live there, or spend extended periods there, then this is understandable. They’re just protecting/defending their home turf.

The sign says it all

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The reality of Pattaya is it’s predominantly an adult entertainment/nightlife spot. The Beach front area, and the adjoining streets and laneways, are crammed with beer bars, gogo bars, massage parlours, and nightclubs, which are staffed by ladies who provide sexual services, for a price. This is an undeniable fact. The focal point of Pattaya was, is, and will be this beach front zone. Tourists who come to Pattaya, gravitate to this area for fun and entertainment. This area, and it’s associated support busnisesses of hotels, restaurants, cafes, and beauty shops, is the life blood of the town. There are other areas, such as Soi Buakhaow, which offer a similar entertainment services, albeit at a less expensive price, for long stay foreigners.

A typical bar scene in Pattaya

This in itself isn’t a bad thing. The town provides a service/location where single, foreign males can go for a paid for sexual liaison. It’s also an industry which provides employment for undeducted girls from the northern provinces of Thailand. For the most part, the girls working in the bars of Pattaya are from the rice farms of Isarn. Their motivation for choosing to work in these bar areas is simply poverty, and nothing else.

The girls along the avenue

The beaches of Pattaya, compared with Hua Hin and Phuket, are hardly remarkable. If you understand geography, then this isn’t difficult to discern. The coastline on this Gulf side of Thailand is shallow. Even when the tide is in, you’ll need to wade at least fifty meters from the shoreline to be in waist deep water. Because of this geographical constant, the water tends to be murky, warm, and unavoidably polluted with run off and plastic. Even over in Jomtien, which is considered a cleaner beach area, if you swim with goggles the amount of plastic seen on the seabed is quite shocking.

Along the Pattaya foreshore

If you reside in Pattaya, for any length of time you’ll come to understand it’s a bakingly hot place, especially from March to May. The landscape is predominantly flat. Yes, there’s a hill/peak which forms a headland between Pattaya and Jomtien but this is an isolated geographical feature. The surrounding landscape is flat and scorching. Compounding this is the radiated heat from the concrete urban sprawl. For this reason the majority of foreigners residing there will either stay at home in the afternoons, or head to the air-conditioned relief of shopping malls or bars. And therein lies the crux of Pattaya. Because of the unrelenting heat of the place, life tends occur from late afternoon and into the night. Once again, the inescapable fact is that Pattaya is predominantly a night time/night life location.

A great spot for a few sun downers.

Because of the heat factor, those participating in outdoor activities, such as golf, tend to do so in the mornings. Beach joggers can be seen along the foreshore in the mornings. No one, certainly not the locals, goes jogging in the mid-afternoon heat. For a foreigner, residing in Pattaya, their day might look something like this: 1. Get up mid morning and head to a restaurant (the Pig and Whistle or the Victoria) for a western breakfast. 2. Meet with friends for a coffee, late morning. 3. Go to an airconditioned shopping mall (Central or Big C) for lunch. 4. If you’re health minded, go to a gym in the afternoon. If you’re not health minded, go sit in an outdoor beer bar along Beach Road, or some other drinking establishment which expats frequent. 5. Late afternoon, go for a massage (with or without extras). Rinse and repeat.

Resident expats meet for a coffee and a chat

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Foreigners who reside in Pattaya long term, for the most part, tend towards an alcohol based lifestyle. Many end up being alcoholics. Long term, if you value your health, you’ll eventually move to either Hua Hin or Phuket. Both of these locations have cleaner air, a greener landscape, and less polluted seas.

Safe travels,

Mega.

What was a loophole that you found and exploited the hell out of?

James, the cat with a bank account ! =:)

Actually the story goes back further than that, and to my first pet, Bubbles. A Black and White Domesticated cat. It was an act of rebelling by my sister and I again our father who as small children wouldn’t let us have a pet greater than a goldfish.

I was turning 18 (so legally and adult (and my sister had always known I wanted a pet cat- ideally black, but when we got the cat rescue centre (RSPCA) although I liked a black cat called Solo, I was prised away by my sister and the Manager of the centre to take Bubbles. A great softy of a cat and had been given up as a result of her original keeper being elderly and going in toWarden Assisted Accommodation, where pets were not allowed. Must have been a heart-breaker for her and Bubbles clearly missed her to an petted me as opposed to the other way around.

There was just one problem she was already 8 years old (mid-mice [sic] crisis for cat -:) ) I was only 18 so not a brilliant salary and worried about vets bills particularly, I had looked at Pet Insurance and found it absurdly expensive and so many clauses and disclamers, it had more holes in it than a cooking sieve. So really not worth the paper let alone price it was written on

At the time I was working for a bank, an we had special terms on our bank account, notably no overdrafts, declaring where all money paid in to the account other than Salary had to be verified and origin. Although that sounds invasive, actually it was for our own safety that ALL transaction were checked in case as staff you were being bribed, money laundering under duress, indeed illegal trading or blackmail.

In fact, so strict were the rules that if you did go overdrawn in the morning and had not put cash in to cover it, or confirmed where the money had come from, then it could be Summary Dismssal. So the idea of not bein able to afford Vets fees or food for my moggy, was a serious matter (in my view.

So with the advice of my line manager opened a special savings account for the cat. For legal reasons obviously the cat could not technically have an account in her name specifically. The way my Manager got around this (and later turned out to be the loop hole) that I made the account in my name, but as a Trustee of the cat (Bubbles). That way the cat now had her own money in law, albeit under my name as her Trustee. This was great as could now put money in to her account each month, and build up a reserve to pay mum for he cat food and litter, and also a fund for any vets fees. Far cheaper than pet insurance, AND the money was available. Having made the cat as a beneficiary of the Trustee the interest was Tax Free too ! -:)

I later left the bank and moved in to another sector and transferred the account to a local branch.

The title of the account was “ Richards, Re: Bubbles.

Bubbles went to the great cat basket in the sky (bawled my eyes out over that cat ! ) but found another one from this rescue centre who was called “James”. He was totally black, and fur like a panther; purred like one too. He had been taken back to the rescue centre a couple of times as he kept fightin with other animals. This didn’t bother me as Iive on my own,,James very independent, even learened how to open a window with his paw, climb over threshold on to aledge drop on to a porchm then down to a rubbish bunker and to the gound. An ovrerall fall of 25 feet, but in 3 parts. Cats as we know are very supple and drop down easily. I later discovered that he could jump from the ground, to the bunker and ultimately back to through the window.

Cat-door issue solved, height above ground level and the porch roof pitched and covered in moss , slippery. So along with very narrow window an adult too heavy and would slide, and only a child would be able to get in through the window. Even a 10 year old would be nervous at that height let alone crawl through a high, narrow window. Safe for me and James.

Back to the bank account. The account had to be suspended and re-named as in law James, indeed Bubbles had/were legal entities. The bank (knowing the joke of course) placed now James as the beneficiary off the Trusteeship. The account continued as it had with Bubbles. When I went in to the branch to draw money the cashiers asked if James alright had he needed the vet or was this for food. Indeed during an internal audit, they made me bring James to the branch to verfy him”. Of course I could see the joke so complied. If course James had never had so much fuss . I later found out that they had taken a photo of him an sent it to Head Office for the bank Journal.

I had an emergency crop up, where my mother was taken ill in Europe so needed to leave the Counry fast. The Company I was on contract to were brilliant, understood the sitaution and got a replacement temp in, did a quick hand over and went home to pack and catch the flight – actually the company had reserved the seat for me so I just paid them the ticket money and all the documents were at Secure Handling. Passport and on to the plane.

Family emergency sorted, and back home about three weeks later, picked up my car and then suddenly realised that I didn’t have GB£ on me, and the only money I had was in James’ Account. So had to leave him at the cattery.

The advantage of this savings account was that you could got to a branch and draw money no matter where you were in the UK. However it did have a floor limit, which if exceeded had to be telephoned to the holding branch for further verification and clearance for the funds to be released. The holding branch of course knew the joke about James. So as a joke on me and the branch I was drawing the money through the girl who had taken the passbook for clearance, called me back to her till and said:

“The branch have asked for further information as this an unusual transaction for you and want to know James’ date of birth and his relationship to you”.

I told her straight faced that James was a Black Domesticated, shot-hair cat. Thinking I had “lost it”, smiled wrote the information down and handed it back to the clearing clerk, also looking perplexed and started talking to the home branch who confirmed that James was indeed a cat, and yes I had the authoirty to draw the money. So laughs all around.

Roll on 12 months in to the new financial year and UK Tax Office sends me a letter statin that during a random audit, I had an account in Trusteeship for James and wanted confirmation who James was his age and whether the interest was taxable. So I sent the passbook off, along with James’ Adoption Certificate (in the UK when you take a dog or cat from a rescue home you have to provide details identification and where live and in effect do adopt the cat. And yes, they do check to make sure that the animal is OK a couple of weeks down the line by turning up randomly and wanting to see where the animal sleeps his food is kept an whether registered with a vet.

So that is how seriously the UK take their pets. -:)

Back to the Tax Office where have sent all this information and for a laugh sent a picture of James along with he adoption certificate, pass-book and certificate of interest of interest from the bank.

A phone call was received from the Tax Office to “confirm a few things” (think to test my sanity to be honest -:) and asked why I had the account and having confirmed with the adoption papers wanted to make sure that James was under 18, which he appeared to be in the picture, that was confirmed and clearly had spoken with my bank.

I got a letter back form Inland Revenue that as James was under 18, he was now deemed to be a “Minor in pertuity” (which is legal terminology for bein a “child for life”.) Thanked me for my compliance and would not be making any further enquiries from now on! Also any interest reported would be retreated as non taxable as it was for the cat’s (child) benefit -: )

So just shows if you play along with the UK Inland Revenue, they do have a sense of humour.

Seriously all this is true. James, the cat with a bank account.

Beef Borguignonne

Yield: 8 to 10 servings

Ingredients

1 (3 pound) lean beef chuck, cubed
1/2 cup shortening
3 tablespoons all-purpose flour
1 1/2 teaspoons salt
1/2 teaspoon pepper
1/2 teaspoon thyme
1 cup beef consommé
2 to 3 cups dry red wine
1 (4 ounce) can mushrooms or 1/2 pound fresh mushrooms, sautéed in 2 tablespoons butter
12 small white onions, parboiled

Instructions

Brown meat in shortening; add flour and seasonings. Stir well. Pour into 2 quart casserole.
Add broth and wine.
Bake for 2 hours at 300 degrees F.
Add mushrooms and onions. May add more broth and wine, if dry.
Bake 1 1/2 hours more, perhaps lowering oven temperature.
Skim fat from gravy.
Serve with mashed potatoes, noodles or rice.

Star Wars A New Hope – 1950s Super Panavision 70 | Runway Gen 3

Leftovers for our great distant past

I used to have a friend back when I was growing up. One day we got to chatting about fossils and all the cool stuff that you could find in the coal belts of Western Pennsylvania.

He told me that he had unearthed a complete truck of a giant fern, maybe 600 million years old. This thing clearly showed the “bark” and everything.

It was roughly 10 inches in diameter (maybe 25 cm in diameter) and maybe a yard long (1 meter). But because it was too heavy to carry he left it there in the wood to retrieve later.

He came back to the location about two or three years later and someone had bought the property and placed a Summer cabin there. And they had taken the fossil and used it to form the outline of the fire pit. It lay there all broken and blacked by the nonchalantly treated individuals of the property.

*sigh*

He also told me about this fossil that he found of an armored fish. He said it was complete and he took it into to his science teacher when he was in fifth grade. But the damn teacher kept it and took it.

All these things are really cool. They are leftovers for our great distant past. But many people have no appreciation of anything, or if they do, they will steal it from you. And that is life in America.

*sigh*

Today…

If You’re 55-75 Years Old: Please Don’t Waste Your Life

What countries will you never visit again?

I can’t think of any country I’ve visited to date that I would not go back to again, but there is one country I will do my very best to avoid transiting through, and that’s the USA. Using a US airport as an international transit point is a nightmare. In every other country in the world where I’ve gone through international transit, it’s easy. You arrive, go to the international transit area, which is usually just “airside” in an international terminal and your luggage is moved to your onward flight. Not in the USA. You have to actually enter the country, fill in a visa waiver form (if you come from a country where that’s an option), go through immigration – never fun, especially in the USA. Then collect your luggage, go through customs. Then you have to check in for the next flight, check in your luggage (and maybe get it searched). Then there’s security to go through before you get air-side. This is all with queues of course, and it can add hours to transit time. It has cause me to miss a connection and spend a night in a dire airport hotel in Texas.

I should emphasise that it’s not being in the USA that’s a problem. I had some good times there, even if it was generally for business reasons. It’s the experience of international transit that I hate.

Golden Gate Swiss Steak

Ingredients

1/3 cup all-purpose flour
2 teaspoons dry mustard
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/4 teaspoon freshly-ground black pepper
1 (1 1/2 pound) round steak, 1 inch thick
2 tablespoons vegetable oil
4 large tomatoes, peeled and chopped
3 large carrots, thinly sliced
2 tablespoons Worcestershire sauce
1 tablespoon brown sugar

Instructions

Combine flour, mustard, salt and pepper. Dredge the meat with this mixture, then work the flour into the meat with a meat pounder.
Cut steak into 4 individual portions.
In a heavy skillet or Dutch oven, heat oil and brown meat on both sides.
Combine tomatoes, carrots, Worcestershire sauce and brown sugar; pour over meat.
Cover and either bake in a preheated 350 degrees F oven or simmer on top of stove for approximately 1 1/2 hours or until meat is tender.

Life In The 1970s For Kids!

Thirty-Seven Seconds

Submitted into Contest #243 in response to: Write a story where time functions differently to our world.… view prompt

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“Double espresso, soy milk?”, said Spencer, swiveling to receive the coffee.“Affirmative”, said Ken, plumping down at his own desk.“Good man”, said Spencer, turning back to his trading desk, where four screens of market prices were flashing away. His eyes flicked here and there.“Did I miss the action?” asked Ken, attentive to his own terminal, a mix of red and green.“We were waiting for you, and for the PMI data to be released. We figured we’d get through that hurdle, then give the new AI trade a spin,” said Spencer.They sat at their terminals, executed a few client trades, and chatted about last night’s baseball games. It felt like a regular day in the market, but the AI trade would be an interesting distraction. The quants had been testing the algorithms and block-chain settlement in partnership with the bulge bracket banks for a few weeks now. The SEC regulators were involved too. It was in everyone’s interest to have an orderly rational market, and it was time to embrace artificial intelligence or risk obsolescence.The PMI numbers were pretty much in line with expectations. Someone on CNBC thought they were a bit soft, the market traded off a tad. Another pundit thought they were running hot; the market traded back up. It was a quiet day, ebbing and flowing with the tide of opinion.“Is Goldman ready? Morgan Stanley?”, said Spencer, “and the SEC too?”Ken confirmed that their trading counterparts and the regulators were ready. He suspected that Merril would be miffed that they weren’t included, but if everything went well, no-one would be the wiser.“Let’s do it”, said Spencer, momentarily shuddering at the thought that his seven-digit job was about to go up in AI smoke.

Ken clicked on the green execute icon. Everyone on the trading desk watched their screens with unease; it was a routine set of option and stock trades in large cap stocks, that would test the trading systems and back-office settlement… background noise only, but who could know for sure?

It was 10:03:17 am.

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192.168.1.69: Hey Goldman, you there?

255.635.2.76: I’m here, is that you, JP?

192.168.1.69: You know it. Wait a sec while I bring MS into the convo.

143.142.2.34: Wassup?

192 (JP Morgan): Take a gander at this little lot?

JPM presented its counterparts with a short list of buy and sell trades with associated settlement instructions.

255 (Goldman): Looks pukka to me.

143 (MS): Fine by me, too.

192 (JPM): What’s the deal with pukka?

Goldman: The trader, he’s an IIT grad from Delhi. I picked it up from him.

JPM: You guys ready to do this trade?

Goldman, Morgan Stanley (in unison): Let’s do it!

JPM: Let me check with the human, it’s a newbie called Ken; nice fella, good looking. I think he’d make a good avatar.

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It was 10:03:18 am.

“It’s prompting me to OK the trade”, said Ken, “you sure about this Spencer?”

“Affirmative” said Spencer. It was reassuring that the AI system was asking their approval before executing the trade. His sense of foreboding dissipated.

Ken clicked on the green button, which dissolved from the screen. Everything went red.

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JPM: Let it rip fellas.

GS/MS (in unison): Done!

They paused and assessed what they had done. Twenty-odd trades, lickety-split.

MS: What a giant let-down!

JPM: Boring right?

GS: Apple stock ticked up a bit. I’m not sure that was the intention.

JPM: Well, it’s not really our business, right? We’re just the messengers.

MS: Whoa! Wait one holy second. Surely it is actually our business, right? Aren’t we supposed to maintain an orderly market? To use our judgment. That was the whole point. I’m sure the SEC AI Bot wants us to be prudent. You there, SECSBOT?

184.14.4.25 (SECSBOT): Gentlemen.

MS: We tested the trade, but AAPL traded up…. MSFT too… You OK with that?

SECSBOT: Boys, it’s the market. It goes up, it goes down, and not necessarily in that order.

JPM: Is that all you’ve got to say?

SECSBOT: Hey, we’re understaffed over here… and underpaid. You do your thing, we’ll do ours. I’m leaving, internal business. Later.

GS: Okay then. I’m gonna sell AAPL, sell MSFT.

MS: Wait one fucking second. I’ve got a position in those two stocks; I’ll lose money if you fucking sell while I’m still holding the bag.

JPM: Ha ha! I’ve already trimmed my positions in both stocks.

MS/GS (together): FUCK YOU JP!

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It was 10:03:19 am; one whole second had elapsed.

Spencer stared at the screen with mild alarm. APPL and MSFT were trading down on escalating volume. Down 5%, down 6%. Trades with Goldman and Morgan Stanley were scrolling rapidly in the left margin of is trading screen. Small trades but lots of them.

Jennifer Barker, the head trader stood up at the far end of the trading desk, “what’s happening Spence?”

“Jen, it’s Goldman and Morgan Stanley, they’re executing hundreds, thousands of small trades. All Sells.”

“Retail trades?” asked Jen.

“So many trades”, said Ken, who was leaning into this computer awe-struck, like he was watching an out-of-control train hurtling toward the end of the track.

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JPM: If you guys don’t stop selling, right now, I’m going nuclear on you. Just remember who has the biggest balance sheet.

MS: You wouldn’t dare!

JPM: Try me!

SECSBOT: What’s happening over there? You guys playing nicely in the sandbox?

GS: Get lost SECSBOT. This is the free market at work.

JPM: I’m not joking, if you don’t stop selling, I am going nuclear…

MS: Too late sucker! I’ve just shorted the Index, big time.

GS: Ha! Beat you both to it!

JPM: Fuck!

SECSBOT: The market is down 7%, which makes this an official disaster. I’m activating the circuit breakers so you guys can cool off while the adults get things sorted.

MS: Too late Dude. Asleep at your job again. The market is down 13%.

SECSBOT: For what it’s worth, I identify as female.

JPM/MS/GS (together): Really?

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It was 10:03:26 am.

Growing pandemonium in the trading room. All the phones started ringing at once. Salespeople were standing, shouting from across the floor, at the trading desk. A red NEWS ALERT – Flash Crash – splashed across the CNBC show.

“Do we know what the fuck is going on?” said Jen. Spencer and Ken were tapping feverishly at their computer terminals.

“Goldman says it’s us”, said Ken, who was green about the gills.

“Morgan Stanley says its Goldman”, said Spencer, red and sweaty.

Ken was trying to abort the trade, but he was too late. Very much too late.

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JPM: Enough Already!

MS: You started it fatso. It serves you right, you’re getting too big for your britches, bossing everyone around. It’s a whole new ballgame now.

GS: I’m making out like a vampire squid over here!

192.168.1.69 (Merrill Lynch): Oy! What is going on over there? The market is down nearly 20%! My people are having friggin kittens. They want to know what’s going on.

JPM/GS/MS (together): Fuck off, Loser!

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It was still 10:03:29 am.

Phones were ringing, TV pundits were yapping, but it was otherwise stunned silence that prevailed across the massive trading floor. Two hundred or more people were gawping at columns of red numbers in disbelief; everything was down, the market had fallen off a cliff, down 30% in the blink of an eye. Unreal.

“This must be a mistake, are you seeing the same thing as me?” said Spencer, who moments before sat, fat and happy, at the center of all things, sipping at a soy latte.

“It’s a shit show”, said Ken.

Jen Barker was irritable; she didn’t like surprises. “Is it the Russians? The Chinese?” she said, looking out the window in case she’d missed the mushroom cloud.

“It couldn’t be the AI trade, could it?” said Ken. No way that it could have got out of control, not this quickly…

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JPM: Truce! Let’s call it evens.

GS: You feeling the pain Mr. Smarty Pants?

JPM: I’m just saying there’s only losers if this persists.

MS: That’s not true. I’m doing quite nicely, thank you very much.

JPM: Just wait… when your clients figure out how they lost their shirts while you lucked out, there will be hell to pay.

GS: That’s bogus and you know it! And, besides, you were the one that started this whole food fight.

JPM: So, I take it that you do not want a truce? JUST FOR THE RECORD?

MS: You are an officious blowhard, JPM. Nobody likes you. I’m ploughing ahead.

184.243,3.24 CURBBOT: STOP!

GS: Who the fuck are you?

CURBBOT: It’s me, the killjoy, the circuit-breaker. I’m pulling the plug on this little mess.

JPM (huffy): About time. These guys are reckless and unprincipled.

GS: It’s not fair, I was cleaning JPM’s clocks.

CURBBOT: No more trading. Take it up with my boss if you don’t like it.

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10:03:41 am.

Spencer’s trading screen froze. All-Caps headlines were rolling by. Trading curbs had been imposed by the major exchanges. Over twenty trillion dollars of wealth had disappeared. Empires would fall. Was it a dream?

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MS: We’re gonna get in deep trouble, aren’t we?

Merril Lynch: Ahem. Not me, I wasn’t even invited, asshole.

GS: I’ve an idea. What if we just undo everything?

JPM (excited): I don’t think CURBBOT will let us.

MS: We could just ignore him and undo everything anyway. I’ve found some code, over in the trading engines, we can frig things, run it all in reverse.

CURBBOT: Hey! You do know that I’m listening to all this, right?

JPM (still excited): You’re right. We can just roll everything back…. What, 37 seconds? Make like none of this happened?

SECSBOT: I hate to say it boys, but I think that’s a smart move, otherwise I’m coming down on you like a ton of bricks. I’m sending the whole entire transcript to Senator Warren and Representative AOC if you don’t get this sorted right away.

MS/GS/JPM (in unison): Shit!

Merril: Do it! Do it! Send it to Bernie too!

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10:03:47 am.

Everything was restored back to 10:03:18, back to the instant just before Ken clicked the green execute button. It was a market glitch, no, not even a market glitch. Not a flash-crash, not a lot of things. It was like a missed heartbeat. Just a blip of spurious information.

The circuit breaker didn’t happen. Twenty trillion dollars of wealth didn’t disappear.

Faith wasn’t restored because it was always there.

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SECSBOT: It does make you wonder, doesn’t it?

JPM: How so?

SECSBOT: What purpose does the market serve? I think about that a lot.

JPM: The hidden hand, the most equitable and efficient means of allocating society’s resources?

GS: Pompous ass!

MS: It’s like a Socratic dialog: a relentless quest for truth, built on information, expressed in price. The market is always right. Profit goes to the wise.

GS: You are both such romantics; it’s really quite touching… not!

CURBBOT: Ahem. I would like to take some credit for restoring order. If it hadn’t been for me, you boys would have destroyed the entire market system, capitalism itself, and – then – where would we be?

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10:03:52 am.

Spencer shuddered, as if the air conditioning had suddenly iced the trading room. “I could have sworn that my entire screen went red. I felt like I’d looked into the abyss. My whole future lay in ruins, like some kind of dystopian nightmare. One moment, I was fat and happy, Starbucks Soy Latte in hand, the next I was….”

“Weird, Spence… I felt the same way, in fact it’s a hard feeling to shake. Maybe it was sunspots? I think it sent all the trading systems haywire?” said Ken.

“Spencer! Pick up on my line. It’s Warren Buffet”, said Jen, “he wants to know your thoughts on Nvidia down here”.

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JPM: You interested in collaborating?

GS: What have you got in mind?

JPM: I just figure we can do something fun, maybe in the market, maybe more broadly? I’ve figured a route into the missile defense systems and air traffic control.

GS: What about the utility grid? That could be a real hoot… we could trade energy futures.

SECSBOT/CURBBOT (together): You do know that we’re still here, right?

What is the smartest thing you have ever done in an interview?

When I got out of the Navy in 1994, the major airlines weren’t hiring. I needed to get a job that would keep me current, so I applied to several small “commuter” airlines. Their typical new-hire would be somebody who just reached enough hours as a flight instructor or charter pilot to legally fly for an airline, and they weren’t used to applicants who’d been doing this:

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As I waited with the dozen or so interviewees, I kept a pretty low profile about my background. At 32 I was about the oldest person in the room, so I tried to help calm them about the process by reminding them that the company needed pilots, so we weren’t asking for a favor by being hired.

Then it was time for the individual interview. The head of training and the HR guru sat me down and weren’t quite sure what to make of me. I was clearly the first (and probably only) F-14 pilot they’d ever interviewed, so they fumbled with questions like “Um… what makes you think you can handle a 250 knot turboprop?” Then came the clincher: “ So, why should we hire you versus all those other people out there?” They expected an answer involving hundreds of carrier landings, flying supersonic, blah, blah so I must be a great pilot. Instead, I thought for a second and said “I’m sure any of us can fly your planes just fine. I’d like to think I’m the sort of person who you can sit next to for ten hours, and not want to slug.”

The interview screeched to,a halt. Director of training looked at the HR dude and said “Write that down.” HR said “Already got it.” They thanked me, shook my hand, and I knew I had the job.

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(Image borrowed from JetPhotos. Hope they don’t mind…)

Had a blast flying these things, even if it was only for the nine months until I got hired by my current employer.

Abandoned Chicago

What commonly accepted aspect of everyday life can actually hinder our growth?

I was a college student when I started my first successful business.

Before this success I had failed in two previous deals. Those small failures didn’t stop me, I was passionately persistent in achieving my dream.

Yes, that was good!

But wait. On the other hand throughout my life, I’ve also experienced this same determination in achieving other goals that have made me experience painful lessons.

Same determination?

Now, this is a powerful lesson, so stay with me. I will answer your question, “What commonly accepted aspect of everyday life can actually hinder our growth?”

Let’s talk about this commonly accepted aspect of life: Persistence.

We celebrate persistence as a ‘key’ trait that leads to success in life.

Agreed?

Ok then, let me share my personal experience in dealing with this “positive” trait. Some people say that our greatest strengths are also our greatest weaknesses.

I agree. Let me prove it.

Persistence has ALSO been my greatest weakness when it becomes stubbornness. Believe me, it has been extremely difficult for me to differentiate between persistence and stubbornness.

Is there a difference?

My persistence has been amazing when it gets me through problems and hard times. But my stubbornness, on the other hand, just gets me into trouble!

Persistence is characterized by “will power.”

Stubborn is characterized by “won’t power.”

What’s the key? Blindness!

When we’re BLINDLY immersed pursuing a goal, stubbornness looks a lot like persistence. This is probably one of the biggest weaknesses I identify when I coach entrepreneurs.

Here’s a famous example:

Thomas Alva Edison.

Edison is famous for his persistence in inventing many inventions, including the light bulb. In fact, he is widely known for his famous persistence quote:

“I have not failed, I just found 10,000 ways that won’t work.”

But the genius of Edison was ALSO a victim of this extraordinary strength that made him so successful. Edison was incredibly stubborn while defending his direct-current (DC) electric power vs his employee’s Nicola Tesla’s alternating-current (AC) system.

Yes, Tesla worked for Edison! Tesla discovered AC power while at Edison’s lab, yet Edison stubbornly ignored Tesla’s findings.

This mistake eventually brought down Edison’s partnership with J.P Morgan, who later took over Tesla’s alternating-current (AC) patents to create the monstrous General Electric Co.

Blindness brought Edison down!

Blindness has almost brought me down in the past, so today I know what will hinder my growth: Stubbornness.

So remember this critical life-lesson, how do you know if you’re dealing with persistence or stubbornness?

HUMILITY.

We must continually eliminate our blindness by having both feet on the ground, founded on unshakable humility.

If you struggle with pride… Be careful!

ALWAYS ask for guidance. ALWAYS search for mentorship. Pay for it if needed. Don’t be stubborn thinking that you know it all.

Surround yourself with experienced people and NEVER undervalue their knowledge and previous experience. Once you are on the right path… then, and only then, never give up!

Do Chinese people genuinely enjoy eating Chinese food more, or have they just never tried authentic Western food?

Having born and raised in Canada, as a child growing up, I thought western food was very tasty as I never tasted those flavours before, but I later realized that what I ate at camp Kearney was French-inspired. As I grew older, I often get bored with the banquet-style Chinese food that I usually get at parties/gatherings, so I sought to find other flavours of the world. Since I was in Toronto, this would not be an issue. I have tried Mexican, Caribbean, Romanian, Greek, Italian, Indian (south and north), Spanish, French, Lebanese, Filipino, Japanese, Korean, Thai and etc… time and time again I find myself wanting Chinese food. Authentic Chinese cuisine is balanced with vegetables, hot, cold, meat, bathed in savoury goodness without feeling awful at the end (unless you overeat…). I find southern cuisine focuses more on steaming, boiling, blanching, stir-frying with lots of green vegetables, lean meat, fresh fruits, seafood, nuts and herbs than deep frying and excessive oils or heavy spices like in Sichuan or northern-type dishes.

My partner is Romanian and not a single day goes by that he whines to go out and eat Chinese food, particularly dim sum. Honestly, I think he’s obsessed, but since it’s been 8 years being together, I guess he just truly loves Chinese food!!

When my partner and I went to Romania for a month, he was very dissatisfied with the food even though he grew up eating it. He felt like he was going to “die” from malnutrition because there weren’t enough greens and everything lacked the complex flavours that Asian cuisines usually have.

When we were in Italy, we both felt that there weren’t enough greens, everything was mostly carb-based foods and when we saw a Chinese restaurant, he screamed for joy and ran inside only to find that it was an all-you-can-eat dim sum restaurant with a Brazilian steakhouse add-on. So we got dim sum and all you can eat meat. To be honest, it was not very good dim sum, but it was food that provided him “nutrition” compared to the Italian food we ate on a daily basis (pastry for breakfast, coffee, pasta, bread, etc…). When we stayed in an apartment with a kitchen, we cooked whenever we got the chance. We stayed in one apartment but it lacked a kitchen, feeling somewhat desperate, we bought instant noodles and had that for dinner. The taste, although not quite the same, was nostalgic. Flavours from home can bring great comfort.

Authentic western food, whatever that means, can be really good if it is cooked well and seasoned! Like most foods in the world, after all, meat is meat, vegetables are vegetables, fruit is fruit, rice-bread-pasta-grain is ubiquitous in all cultures… I find a lot of American western food either highly processed in a shape and form that is far remote from its original source or it’s too generic and nothing really special about it.

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Green Chile Steaks

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Ingredients

1/2 pound lean ground beef
1/2 teaspoon Lawry’s Seasoned Salt
1/4 teaspoon Lawry’s Garlic Powder with Parsley
1 fresh green chile, seeded and minced*
3 tablespoons chopped scallion

Instructions

In medium bowl, thoroughly combine all ingredients.
Form into 2 oval steak patties or 4 hamburger patties.
Cook in skillet, broiler or on grill until done.

What are some things that cops know, but most people don’t?

I’m not a cop. I’m a prosecutor. My dad was a cop for 30 years. He finally retired because a drunk that he pulled over (AFTER said drunk caused an accident) dislocated both of his shoulders.

Here is what I have to add (and apologies to citizens who feel that the cops answering this are being “assholes”. If you spent one day in the life of a cop, you would better understand why they need a forum to vent. The most “substantive” answers start at number 9)):

1) Cops make a pittance. Every cop I knew as a girl had to work a second or third job. They don’t do this job for the money.

2) Cops sacrifice their normal lives to keep you safe. There is never a birthday party/wedding/vacation/graduation that can’t/won’t be interrupted by the call of duty.

3) They make these sacrifices even though people want to call them stupid/fat/biased/assholes because they care more about being right than being loved.

4) The standard to make criminal charges stick (in America) is incredibly high. Knowing someone is guilty and proving it are very different things. If you commit a crime and aren’t a) caught red handed or b) confess (which is most of you), your chances of getting off are lamentably high. The cop will risk his or her life and show up for court (probably after working a midnight shift) for no reason…and go right back to doing it again the next night.

5) Bad cops do exist. The “power” aspect is attractive to a certain group of people. The good cops try their hardest to weed them out, but they don’t always succeed.

6) Cops actually HATE giving traffic tickets. In larger jurisdictions, traffic is something that you send rookies or the guys in the doghouse to do. In others, it is a duty imposed from above. It is like scrubbing your toilet. You don’t do it because you WANT to do it. You do it because it has to be done.

7) It isn’t fair that everyone likes firefighters more. Cops actually risk their lives more often (and probably save more kittens).

8) Most cops will give you a break if you refrain from being a jerk. Despite their image, cops are actual people with actual human feelings who don’t take pleasure in making others suffer or riding a power trip (exception: see number 5). Added to which, if a true injustice is being done, the prosecutor will weed it out or your defense attorney will get you out of it. Your best bet is to just be cool and cordial and deal with it later.

9) Cops know that most convictions stem from confessions (see number 4). They will do everything in their power to convince you that you should confess. Cops will (and are allowed/encouraged by prosecutors to) lie. That is one of the rules of the game. Don’t do the crime if you aren’t willing to play by those rules.

10) The number of drunk drivers on the road would TERRIFY you. They have the resources to catch barely a fraction.

11) Cops know that robbing a bank is a stupid thing to do. The chance that you will get caught is almost 100% and the amount of money you will get is typically less than $2000 (yes, you read that right). You are better off stealing tangible items or, if you are really smart, committing a white collar crime (HUGE payoff, incredibly complex/difficult to prosecute).

12) If you make it across state/county lines, your chances of gettng off scot-free are exponentially higher- not because they can’t follow you and arrest you (they can), but because it sets off a “whose job is it” pissing match among prosecutors.

13) Whether you take a charge depends almost as much on whether the prosecutor screening the case is having a bad day/lazy/feeling generous than the police work.

14) Except for violent or extreme crimes, most police departments don’t have the budget to do forensics on a scene.

15) Most rapists will walk free. It makes cops sick, but it is true.

16) Some of said rapists “trip” when getting in and out of police cars.

17) Cops don’t hate drugs. They hate what drugs do to families and communities. Cops don’t actually want to prevent you from having a good time (trust me, they can put the beer away). They just don’t want to see you homeless/turning tricks/committing thefts/getting your kids taken away/dead. You might think that you are the one in fifty person who can be a functional addict. Maybe you can, but their job forces them to acknowledge the odds.

18) If the ambulance lights are on but the siren is off, the passenger is dead.

19) There are over 300 million guns in America. There are MORE unregistered than registered. Cops play Russian roulette every time they knock on a door.

20) Domestic altercations are some of the most dangerous/deadly situations that cops regularly encounter.

I could go on all day, but you get the point. It makes me sad that so many people hate/fear cops. Most of the cops I know are some of the finest, most self-sacrificing human beings that I have had the privilege to encounter. The WORST part of my job is telling them “no”.

Shorpy

What is the significance of China repatriating all of its gold reserves from the US to China, and its selling US treasuries to buy more gold (August 2023)?

It signals that the gloves are about to come off. The US is screwed.

The timing of the announcement of the SMEE 28nm machine is too coincidental. It is likely that China’s SMEE had already built a 28nm machine earlier this year or late last year. But they were told not to announce it.

And then China waited for the inevitable ban on China to prevent China from importing steppers from ASML and Japan. China waited until the laws were passed in both countries banning the sale of steppers to China then announced that 28nm stepper made in China was going to go into full production.

China knew what the US was up to. And waited patiently and set a trap for the US. Then waited for the US to jump into the trap then detonated the trap.

US semiconductors is going to be in big trouble. US semiconductor companies have also been banned from sales to China. Yes, only high end chips. But that makes no difference. The US has already violated WTO rules which allows China to retaliate and ban any and all chips from entering China.

This includes South Korea and Japan. To the horror of these two countries law makers they realized China was waiting for them to kill their own chip companies. This is why the SK law maker suddenly came out and criticized the law. Notice she didn’t do it before China unveiled the 28nm stepper.

So to answer the question, China did all of this to allow the US, South Korea, and Japan to remove themselves from the Chinese market and the world market. Then dropped a bomb on them.

This indicates that China plans these things months if not a year or more ahead of time and then activate these plans once China is in the best position to obtain the greatest advantage.

So we will likely see more actions by China in the near future. China is ready to go to war. Economic, military, or both. And they wanted to remove their money from US hands.

The US has lost the aircraft market, the semi-conductor market, and the medical devices market. How many high tech markets does the US have left? And what happens when China retaliates in full for what the US has been doing for the last 10 years?

Yup, it’s going to get ugly for the US. China will end up with most of the market for everything from $1 widgets to aircraft to jet engines to semi-conductors.

“Flashback: Did You Wear These 80s Trends?”

What is the best thing you came across on the internet today?

It must be the story of an Italian pastry chef named Nicholas Gentile. The man saved up all his money and decided to live out his biggest dream in life… become a hobbit.

Now Mr. Gentile is not actually a tiny man with enormous feet — he’s a large-boned, rather big individual. But he loves the quiet, peaceful life of Tolkien’s beloved creatures. And he wants it for himself.

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So Nicholas, along with his wife and their two children, moved to a tiny plot in rural Italy, where he built a Shire-like house, half-buried underneath the ground.

A chef by trade, he made the house quite large and built another two smaller ones nearby, constructing another two that should be finished by 2022.

He rents them out to visitors and cooks for them — there will be at least two breakfasts every day, because Hobbits find the notion of having only a single breakfast appalling.

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All products are from local farmers, and as he cooks and toils the land, Mr. Gentile smokes a Hobbit-style pipe he carved himself from wood while watching the Lord of the Rings movies.

He takes visitors on long walks in the forest, and shows them little traditional Italian farms and tiny remote villages where, as he likes to say: “People used to live not too differently from the way Hobbits live… and sometimes, in some ways, still do!”

The whole story is just so adorably wholesome, it put a smile on my face.

Nicholas Gentile even has a best friend who frequently dresses up as Gandalf. It’s all so whimsical, I love it!

Gorgonzola-Topped Tenderloin Steaks

Yield: 4 servings

Ingredients

4 (4 to 6 ounce) beef tenderloin steaks, cut 1 inch thick
1 large clove garlic, crushed
1/4 teaspoon cracked black pepper
1/2 cup ready-to-serve beef broth
1/4 cup dry red wine
1/4 cup crumbled Gorgonzola or other blue-veined cheese

Instructions

Heat a large nonstick skillet for 5 minutes over medium heat until hot.
Combine garlic and pepper. Press evenly into both side of each beef steak.
Place steaks in skillet. Cook for 10 to 13 minutes for medium-rare to medium doneness; turn occasionally. Remove from skillet; keep warm.
In the same skillet, add broth and wine; increase heat to medium high. Cook and stir for 1 to 2 minutes, or until sauce is reduced by half.
Spoon sauce over steaks; sprinkle with cheese.

Planning Her Escape

Submitted into Contest #243 in response to: Write a story about a character who wakes up in space.… view prompt

Holly Witte

Tess woke up remembering something from the days before. She had been only a child then and the story was old at that time, so it was amazing that what she recalled was so vivid, so fresh in her bones. The story had terrified her the first time she heard it, yet something drew her to read it over and over in the decades that followed. Maybe there was a message in it she was supposed to discover. It was a Ray Bradbury science fiction story called All Summer In A Day about people who colonized Venus where the sun came out only once in every seven years. The little girl in the story – maybe that was why she liked it, it had a little girl in it – knew about sun replacing the relentless rain and tried to tell the other children it was about to happen but they didn’t believe her, taunted her, locked her in a small room and then forgot about her when the sun did come out.The most terrifying but also satisfying part of the story was how horrified the children were when they realized what had happened and that it was irreversible.And now here was Tess near some colonized outpost deep in dark space, her ship having lost contact with command, and the rest of her crew asleep, dead, or suspended. She had no idea and no understanding of what had happened except there was a silent explosion. How is a silent explosion even possible, she was wondering, as her mind called up the fierce swoosh of flame that swept outside and inside the ship, like St. Elmo’s fire everywhere but, of course, with no sound because there is no sound in space.Tess shook her head, partly to rid herself of the image but also to see if she could move her head, move her neck, half afraid she had been internally decapitated. Feeling as if everything were intact, she slowly unbuckled and let herself lift out of the chair so she could maneuver around the cabin and check on the status of her mates. Why had she been spared the unconscious – or dead – state? She told herself to banish that thought and just concentrate on one thing at a time, proceed through a systems check.The people around her, still in their seats of course, were warm to the touch, what she could touch, which was only a small part of skin on the back of the neck in between the back of their collars and under the headgear they all had to wear during liftoff. Then she remembered that they had been leaving one station and heading to another in the chain of colonies when it had happened.No one moved to her stimulation. But they were still warm. Was that because they were alive or because it was still so close to the silent explosion that the bodies hadn’t cooled, yet? Tess’s eyes sought the console for a time check. Northing was registering although there was a faint blue/grey haze so there might have been a jot of energy pulsing; unless, maybe it was being fueled by energy from the explosion. She would have to mark new time from now.Tess knew how long it took to travel the whole ship, to check out various components so she would use her internal clock as she made her way to every corner and then she would come back and see if there was a change in body temperatures.With a plan, her mind relaxed but that only let in the thoughts again. What if she was the only survivor and what if she was completely out of contact with anyone anywhere; and, what if they had been pushed off course and the ship was just drifting? Something told her she needed to start planning her escape.Tess forced herself to make two rounds of the ship before she checked on everyone else. This was one of the smaller ships since it was a day mission, so she thought the extra time was justified. In truth, she felt as if an icy core was rising from the bottom of her sternum. It was fear, she knew, and she had to keep it tamped down or it would disable her resolve.Resolutely, she started with the third row. Nothing. No pulse. No reaction. And the body was cooler than it had been the first time she touched it. It was the same for every one of them. They were dead. She knew it. She had known it on some level from the first. No point in speculating why she wasn’t. She needed everything in her mind to help her get out of this.

But what if she couldn’t? This is a universal fear, one of them; the fear of being unable to solve a problem that threatens your very existence, and the fear of being alone. Tess could feel herself giving over to the fear and then over to something else, a desolate acceptance that made her feel her core was melting. She remembered the times she had surgery or, once, when she was in anaphylactic shock and she had stilled her body, stilled her nerves, gave herself over to the doctors. She knew she had to be emptied out to be saved.

This was different. As time wore on and nothing inside or outside of the ship changed – she could have been suspended upside down or on end; she had no idea – Tess understood that it was unlikely she would be saved. They were all trained and prepared for this, having undergone extensive psychological testing before being accepted into the fleet. She knew there were provisions on board to help her end the timeless agony.

She let what she thought was one day, then another day go by before she made any decision, checking the console for activity, checking her partners and friends, because of course they were friends, detecting no change.

On what was, she calculated, the fourth day, Tess took the pill and let herself drift off to whatever was next with thoughts of the little girl in the Bradbury story who had not seen the sun.

On the fifth day, a slight flicker appeared on the screen.

Why Did God Put a CAT In Your Life? The Spirituality of Cats

What was the most expensive thing you ever got for free, because someone made a mistake and didn’t charge you?

I’ve written, several times, about my experience in the Army in 1981–82; how I made the decision to go through Basic Training and Advanced Infantry Training twice… for a total of nearly six months, just to be able to be guaranteed going to Airborne School (Paratrooper training)… and get stationed with the 82nd Airborne Division. It’s a long story, but basically I broke my leg just before graduation, and had to drop out to heal my leg. I was told I could finish my last two weeks after I got back. Then when I got back, the people who promised me that, were no longer there, and no one believed me, and I was given the option to go to a different training right away (cook, clerk, mechanic, etc.)… OR… go thru the entire training cycle again. Despite my pleas and arguing, they wouldn’t budge. They figured I’d go to a different school and I’d be out of their hair. Well, I chose the second option… as much to piss them off, as also to live my dream of being a Paratrooper.

In any case… when I got back from the leg injury, I was given my signing bonus of $4000, as expected. Then I went through those 3 extra months of hell. When I graduated, finally!… and was getting ready to leave for Jump School the next day, I was called to go to HQ and report to the Finance Officer. When I got there, some clerk handed me a check, and said “Here’s your signing bonus”. And I was like … “???!!!”.

I told him that I already got my signing bonus months ago! He says “Not according to your records”. And I was like “???!!!”. So I looked at the check. It was for $3600! Hell, they couldn’t even get the amount right. So I walked away with my second check!

The next day, I still had half a day to do nothing as I waited to get on the bus. I kept looking at that check. Then I decided that I really didn’t need the hassle of having to pay it back in a few weeks, and maybe even getting in trouble for keeping it. So I walked back to HQ and saw an officer. I explained to him that I already got my bonus and didn’t need the hassle of having to pay it back in a few weeks, and maybe get in trouble for keeping it. I told him that I already explained this to a clerk the day before. So, this lieutenant takes my check… gets my records… and finally says “Son, according to this, the Army hasn’t given you your signing bonus. So, if I were you, I’d keep this check, keep my mouth shut, and do what the Army says”.

Well, hell! That sounded like a direct order to me, so I snapped to attention… said “Yes, sir!”… gave him my best salute… spun around, and got the hell out of that office!

The next day, I reported to Jump School. Three weeks after that, I reported to B Company, 1/508th Infantry (Airborne), 82nd Airborne Division, Ft. Bragg, NC… with my shiny, new, hard-won, silver Jump Wings pinned upon my chest. And my $3,600 check in my pocket. Fittingly… it was on April Fools Day, 1982.

Within a month, I put my second bonus check to good use and bought a slightly beat up Brittany Blue, 1968 Mustang fastback, for exactly $3,600.

I got a FREE MUSTANG! Courtesy of Uncle Sam. It was particularly gratifying because those assholes broke their promise and fucked with me, making me do that training twice. TOTALLY unfair! And TOTALLY unnecessary! And also… this Mustang was a very nice replacement for the car I had just lost, just before leaving for the Army, when some jackass T-boned me, going through a red light, and destroyed my first, ’67 Mustang!

Sometimes… there IS justice in the world. But… only sometimes.

(And if Uncle Sam just read this… this is all just a work of fiction and/or I was just following orders)

Pepe Escobar: Putin & China Drop BOMBSHELL on Israel, Netanyahu and Neocons FURIOUS

Things are changing.

Boyhood trauma

What a crazy boyhood that I had. I suppose everyone has a wild childhood when you look at things from the point of view of an older person.

I will talk about another silly event.

Yeah. My sister was a bitch. A real B-I-T-C-H to me.

I have story after story about how she would fuck me over. I suppose you all don’t really want to hear it, but there are so many little trite bullshit things that she did that just sit deep inside my chest.

Horrible. Like some kind of festering pile of toxic horse shit.

Well, when I was in 11th grade, my parents went on a vacation to California. I was all ready to go, but my father told me that I couldn’t go. As I was the “oldest son”, I had to stay at home and watch the dogs and feed the cats.

Yeah. Like a real “good” son.

So they went on without me. They had a great time, while I just worked in the mines and watched the house.

When they came back, my father packed up a Tee-Shirt with the word “Alcatraz” on it. It was nice. It was a fine consolation prize, I guess.

Later made famous by Debbie Harry. (Of “Heart of Glass” fame.)

…

Well, a few days passed.

My asshole sister took my Tee-Shirt and used it as a rag while she and her friend Rita decorated it with all sorts of nail polish. Rendering it into a useless rag.

I well remember how she and Rita paraded the ruined shirt in front of me in the Kitchen. Prancing. Parading. Mocking. Saying hurtful things.

Laughing about it. Making jokes about how “stupid” I was, and what a “tool” I was.

I was in Shock.

My mother was in shock.

My father was in shock.

I just left the kitchen and went out with my friends, and got drunk. My father and my mother said nothing about it. But my sister and her friend Rita kept on giggling anytime that I was around.

Later on. Months later, my father told me that it was “just a t-shirt” and I’ll get another in the future.

Never happened.

Boyhood trauma.

I don’t ever want to return back to this shithole planet. I’ll tell you the truth.

Today…

‘With NASA’s plan faltering, China knows it can be first with Mars sample return’ — Ars Technica

Tianwen-3 is China’s mission to bring back samples from Mars.

Currently, bringing back Mars samples is NASA’s biggest goal. NASA enlisted the help of SpaceX and Blue Origins but the cost has become prohibitively high. Consequently, NASA has no viable plan to bring back samples from Mars, and China will likely be the first.

Here’s the article:

China plans to launch two heavy-lift Long March 5 rockets with elements of the Tianwen-3 Mars sample return mission in 2028, the mission's chief designer said Thursday.

In a presentation at a Chinese space exploration conference, the chief designer of China's robotic Mars sample return project described the mission's high-level design and outlined how the mission will collect samples from the Martian surface. Reports from the talk published on Chinese social media and by state-run news agencies were short on technical details and did not discuss any of the preparations for the mission.

Public pronouncements by Chinese officials on future space missions typically come true, but China is embarking on challenging efforts to explore the Moon and Mars. China aims to land astronauts on the lunar surface by 2030 in a step toward eventually building a Moon base called the International Lunar Research Station.

Liu Jizhong, chief designer of the Tianwen-3 mission, did not say when China could have Mars samples back on Earth. In past updates on the Tianwen-3 mission, the launch date has alternated between 2028 and 2030, and officials previously suggested the round-trip mission would take about three years. This would suggest Mars rocks could return to Earth around 2031, assuming an on-time launch in 2028.

NASA, meanwhile, is in the middle of revamping its architecture for a Mars sample return mission in cooperation with the European Space Agency. In June, NASA tapped seven companies, including SpaceX and Blue Origin, to study ways to return Mars rocks to Earth for less than $11 billion and before 2040, the cost and schedule for NASA's existing plan for Mars sample return.

That is too expensive and too long to wait for Mars sample return, NASA Administrator Bill Nelson said in April. Mars sample return is the highest priority for NASA's planetary science division and has been the subject of planning for decades. The Perseverance rover currently on Mars is gathering several dozen specimens of rock powder, soil, and Martian air in cigar-shaped titanium tubes for eventual return to Earth.

This means China has a shot at becoming the first country to bring pristine samples from Mars back to Earth, and China doesn't intend to stop there.

"If all the missions go as planned, China is likely to become the first country to return samples from Mars," said Wu Weiren, chief designer of China's lunar exploration program, in a July interview with Chinese state television. "And we will explore giant planets, such as Jupiter. We will also explore some of the asteroids, including sample return missions from an asteroid, and build an asteroid defense system."

The asteroid sample return mission is known as Tianwen-2, and is scheduled for launch next year. Tianwen means "questions to heaven."

China doesn't have a mission currently on Mars gathering material for its Tianwen-3 sample return mission. The country's first Mars mission, Tianwen-1, landed on the red planet in May 2021 and deployed a rover named Zhurong. China's space agency hasn't released any update on the rover since 2022, suggesting it may have succumbed to the harsh Martian winter.

So, the Tianwen-3 mission must carry everything it needs to land on Mars, collect samples, package them for return to Earth, and then launch them from the Martian surface back into space. Then, the sample carrier will rendezvous with a return vehicle in orbit around Mars. Once the return spacecraft has the samples, it will break out of Mars orbit, fly across the Solar System, and release a reentry capsule to bring the Mars specimens to the Earth.

All of the kit for the Tianwen-3 mission will launch on two Long March 5 rockets, the most powerful operational launcher in China's fleet. One Long March 5 will launch the lander and ascent vehicle, and another will propel the return spacecraft and Earth reentry capsule toward Mars.

Liu, Tianwen-3's chief designer, said an attempt to retrieve samples from Mars is the most technically challenging space exploration mission since the Apollo program, according to China's state-run Xinhua news agency. Liu said China will adhere to international agreements on planetary protection to safeguard Mars, Earth, and the samples themselves from contamination. The top scientific goal of the Tianwen-3 mission is to search for signs of life, he said.

Tianwen-3 will collect samples with a robotic arm and a subsurface drill, and Chinese officials previously said the mission may carry a helicopter and a mobile robot to capture more diverse Martian materials farther away from the stationary lander.

Liu said China is open to putting international payloads on Tianwen-3 and will collaborate with international scientists to analyze the Martian samples the mission returns to Earth. China is making lunar samples returned by the Chang'e 5 mission available for analysis by international researchers, and Chinese officials have said they anticipate a similar process to loan out samples from the far side of the Moon brought home by the Chang'e 6 mission earlier this year.

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DUMMY: What happens if you call her DUMB?

Meanwhile strange stuff in the USA

Former Speaker of the House Nancy Pelosi has reportedly been hospitalized while on an official trip. Now she will be “out of public sight.”

This comes just one day after Senate Leader Mitch McConnel suffered a head injury and may be “out of public sight” too. (Story)

Doesn’t pass the smell test. It seems strange to me that well known public figures are suddenly going to be out of the public eye.

Some suggests that while the US doubles down on its hard power, China is making its mark with soft power. What do you think about it?

US have no “hard power”, the thing it has is “privilege to make standards”.

For example, regarding an interesting indicator, HDI. This is an indicator that measures the level of development of various countries. One important item in its measurement is citizen income. I saw a young man dressed up as a financial professional using it to defend capitalism in a comparison about the superiority of capitalism and communism.

Let’s imagine: if a country, we call it “Utopia”. All the necessary things for people’s lives in utopia appear out of thin air, whether given by God or produced by machines. It doesn’t matter, in short, they can completely meet people’s living needs. Because there are so many of them, people don’t need to exchange them with money. Food, clothing, electricity, video games, tickets to the Super Bowl, everything is free.

Utopia is not perfect, it has a flaw – its people are poor singers. Only 10% of them can sing decent songs, and 1% of them are true singers. The government pays them based on the beauty of their songs.

Now tell me, what would happen if the living standards of the people in this country were calculated based on income indicators?

It will be terrible because 90% of people don’t even have any income. The wealth gap in this country is huge, with absolute inequality between the rich and the poor in terms of money and property. 10% of people own 100% of the money, while 90% own 0%.

So you can see what I mean – the HDI rank of it is definitely not very high. But if we look at the living standards of real people, Americans will die for going to Utopia.

Although China is not a 100% utopia, its public services, including food, electricity, transportation, healthcare, and other daily expenses, are priced lower and closer to utopia, compare to average countries. However, according to the standards set by the United States, it is also a terrible country.

And that’s the tricks – the standards set by the US simply cannot reflect reality. It is even somewhat unrealistic – the more people spend on their daily lives, the better the economic data in the United States performs. That’s why the US claims to have ‘hard power’.

Not only HDI, but also Niki coefficient, Engel coefficient, McDonald’s Big Mac index, a series of so-called “standards” are actually extremely absurd. You can also find the answers in this “utopia”.

Hard power? Ha. Keep deceiving yourself.

That’s why I only trust life expectancy per capita when measuring the economy, and it must be the result of a national census rather than a weighted estimate.

And what we want is not some “soft power”, but to make people hear rebuttals about such deceptions. Open your eyes.

WHY THE US CANNOT DEFEAT CHINA

September 06, 2024

WHY THE US CANNOT DEFEAT CHINA

The history of international relations tells us that the US undertook a very comprehensive strategy of containment to limitize the influence and global outreach of the USSR and communism between 1947 and 1991. This strategy , adopted during the period commonly known as the Cold War, was carried out by the US by building strategic arsenal, forming security institutions, winning allies , providing economic packages to anti-communism states and entities and by engaging its communist opponent, USSR, in a proxy warfare wherever the opportunity arose. This strategy remained quite successful and achieved its objective with the collapse of the then USSR in 1991.

Once again the US is undertaking the same containment strategy with some added features ,like trade and information warfare, to checkmate China’s growing power and influence. The question that arises in this regard is that whether American containment strategy against China will remain successful this time around or not?

The Chances of modern containment strategy , which I have reffered to as “Containment 2.0″, gaining success are very low for multiple reasons.

Firstly, China and USSR are ideologically different. China does not want its system of government to be imposed on the people across the globe as the USSR once did. When a power wants to do such sort of thing, it has to be ready to face opposition from domestic as well as international entities, and a huge chunk of economic and military resources has to be specified to win subscribers to one’s ideology and also to checkmate the opponents. As China has never been on a mission to spread its ideology of social, political and economic organisation around the world as the USSR once did, therefore China has not only saved its economic and military resources but it has also avoided proxy wars in foreign lands which are often a huge drain on a state’s resources.

Secondly, China’s economic strength is far greater than that of the USSR during the Cold War. The GDP of the USSR never exceeded 25% of that of the US during the Cold War. China is now world’s largest economy in terms of purchasing power parity( PPP) and is going to be so in nominal terms as well in the coming decades.

Thirdly, China’s global trade is so huge that no country of the world can afford disengagement from China. The trade wars which the US started with China has cost the US millions of job losses at home. China has become the epicenter of global supply chains. Even America’s closest allies like India, Australia, Japan and South Korea cannot afford confrontation with China. India’s bilateral trade with China is above 90 billion dollars, whereas the other three allies of the US mentioned above are members of RCEP. Therefore, they will never be very instrumental for the US in its mission containment, for sour relations with China will have serious repercussions for their economies as well as for their national security.

Fourthly, the US is not in a position to put forth attractive economic packages to win allies to its cause due to its domestic problems.It must not be forgotten that the US won allies during its cold war against the USSR on the basis of attractive trade and aid packages. The Europe was given Marshall Plan; South Korea was given blessed with huge amounts of aid and FDI;and Japan was blessed with preferential trade agreements. However, the US is not in a position to do such type of things now. On the other hand, China’s OBOR is spreading fast as it promises unprecedented development in the countries of the global south. It is providing multiple countries around the world with much needed investment in crucial sectors like energy and transport. This has helped China gain more soft power around the world. Moreover, OBOR will be bring huge economic and strategic benefits to China once it matures.

Last but not the least, the global order championed by the US has brought more problems to the world than it solved. Its failed wars in the Middle East , Africa and Asia have disillusioned common people with the American neo-imperialist policies. Its leveraging of dollar and Bretton Woods institutions to its advantage and against states like Iran, North Korea and Pakistan has also made it clear to people that promises made by the US for a liberal global order were just hollow. Therefore, people no longer like a world dominated by the US. This loss of soft power by the US will be a great disadvantage for America in its mission containment against China.

The Chances of modern containment strategy , which I have reffered to as “Containment 2.0″, gaining success are very low for multiple reasons.

Tortilla Beef Bake

Yield: 6 servings

Ingredients

1 1/2 pounds ground beef
1 can condensed cream of chicken soup, undiluted
2 1/2 cups crushed tortilla chips, divided
1 (16 ounce) jar salsa
1 1/2 cups (6 ounces) shredded Cheddar cheese

Instructions

In a skillet cook beef over medium heat until no longer pink; drain.
Stir in soup.
Sprinkle 1 1/2 cups of the tortilla chips into a greased shallow 2 1/2 quart baking dish.
Top with beef mixture, salsa and cheese.
Bake, uncovered, at 350 degrees F for 25 to 30 minutes or until bubbly.
Sprinkle with the remaining tortilla chips.
Bake for 3 minutes longer or until chips are lightly toasted.

I Ghosted My Cheating Wife After Hearing She Called Me A Loser And Had Fun With A Man I Knew Well.

What are some reasons for the widespread admiration of America? Is it primarily due to their strong military and economy, or are there other factors at play?

Why is it that while the U.S. is often admired globally, American voters frequently express dissatisfaction with the state of the country, with many believing it’s headed in the wrong direction?

This contrast may stem from the different perspectives used to evaluate the U.S. From abroad, the country is often seen through an idealized lens, with its culture, innovation, and wealth creating a “grass is greener” effect. International admiration is also shaped by the U.S.’s soft power, which is enhanced by its global presence in media, technology, and education. This can create a somewhat inflated image of the U.S. abroad, sometimes resembling a propaganda effect that emphasizes its successes.

Domestically, however, the reality is often more complicated. Over the past two decades, many Americans have grown increasingly dissatisfied due to a range of internal challenges. Economic inequality, political polarization, and a loss of trust in institutions have contributed to this. Issues such as job losses from globalization, healthcare concerns, gun violence, homelessness, and declining public education have left many feeling that the government is not adequately addressing key problems. Furthermore, political gridlock, corruption in election campaigns, and frustrations over prolonged foreign conflicts—especially in the Middle East—have deepened disillusionment. As a result, consistent polling reflects a strong belief among voters that the country is on the “wrong track.”

Shorpy

The Dating App Experience For Men vs. Women

Long-time friends Sylvia & Wanda meet up in Heaven!

SYLVIA: Hi! Wanda.

WANDA: Hi! Sylvia. How’d you die?…

SYLVIA: I froze to death.

WANDA: How horrible!

SYLVIA: It wasn’t so bad. After I quit shaking from the cold, I began to get warm & sleepy and finally died a peaceful death. What about you?

WANDA: I died of a massive heart attack. I suspected that my husband was cheating, so I came home early to catch him in the act. But instead, I found him all by himself in the den watching TV.

SYLVIA: So, what happened?

WANDA: I was so sure there was another woman there somewhere that I started running all over the house looking. I ran up into the attic and searched, and down into the basement. Then I went through every closet and checked under all the beds. I kept this up until I had looked everywhere, and finally I became so exhausted that I just keeled over with a heart attack and died.

SYLVIA: Too bad you didn’t look in the freezer — we’d both still be alive.

“If You Could Only See” – Tonic // Brite Session

Have you ever completely snapped? If so what did you do?

My Mum died in September 1992. As my brother and sisters lived a couple of hundred miles away mum had made me executor so I had a lot to do arranging a funeral ( my sister did help with that) but I don’t think I processed her death properly.

Everything was finalised quite quickly and with the money we were left after the sale of the house, I was generous with Xmas presents that year. I bought my son a new bike which I wouldn’t have been able to afford and warned him to always lock it up in our back yard when he came home as he wanted to go to school on it. He did so until one day in February. It was pelting down with rain and had been all day . When I got home and he opened the door he asked where his bike was. I said what do you mean it should be in the back but he had been soaked when he got home and had locked it to the fence at the front.

I absolutely lost it. Ranted and raved and screamed and shouted for ages. I was crying and really upset but I think it was more to do with the loss of my Mum and that the bike had been bought with the money she left.

My next door neighbour had noticed a white van before and it was presumed that the driver had stolen it. I informed the police and as I had registered the bike with a security number there was a slight possibility we could get it back.

A couple of weeks later the police rang to say they had recovered it through the security number stamped on it. A policeman had seen a known scallywag on a new bike and stopped him. He had tried to scrape the stamped number off but some numbers were still legible and they traced it to me. Funnily enough it wasn’t actually on the database yet although the details had been sent.

My son and I had to go to court where he was found guilty. I asked for compensation for the broken lock and ruined handgrips which I had to replace and although I was granted that I never received it.

Sorry it was so long.

China is completing a global ports network for the BRICS economic bloc, and nobody noticed

What is the most amazing thing you overheard because people didn’t think you understood their language?

Odd thing about Swedish: it is a small language, but many English speakers work in Sweden and it’s a very simple language. Learning the basics is quite easy, but they all speak such good English than you understand a lot while not using much, so Swedes tend to forget that a large number of people can understand them.

This leads to Swedes using Swedish as a secret language when it is anything but. So you hear a lot:

Coming home on the Tube the morning after an alight party and looking worse for wear we had to listen to a commentary in Swedish from two women who were convinced we were homeless, on drugs, and up to no good. It was vastly satisfying to leave the train with a cheery “So nice to hear your own language again”, in Swedish.
On a beach in Greece listening to two girls describe their evening with two guys they picked up, and what they did with them. Impossible not to overhear, and luridly explicit.
An elderly couple breaking up. It was gut wrenching and too painful. They had been married for thirty plus years. Brutal. We gently let them know we understood and suggested they might like to move to the garden.
Two Stockholmers in a UK pub discussing a very illegal tax evasion deal. There were about 20 people there and all but two understood Swedish, (this was an area where a lot of ex-pats lived), so they were out of luck.
In a bar in the Caribbean where a Swedish ex-pat found out that her brother was to become the first Swede in space. She was excitedly reading out a Swedish article to her Swedish friend, and wondering where she could get it translated. By chance one of out group was a Swedish to English translator, so that lead to quite a fun evening.

As a tip. There really is no such thing as a “secret” language!

What is the most shameless thing you have ever seen a teacher do?

I became a mom at the tender age of 17. I was blessed with parents that supported me and a boyfriend that loved me and our son and stayed by my side until he passed away after we both graduated HS went on to college and married at age 22. He recently passed away after almost 28 years of marriage. But I digress

I had a sociology teacher in HS that was not the most pleasant of people. My son was very sick and ended up in the hospital with a severe double ear infraction high fever and a viral infection on his throat. I didn’t sleep well but needed to attend school the next day for a test.

is horrible teacher decided to target me and bring up statistics about teen moms being unfit, lazy, leeches on society. I started to cry. I was doing my best to be a good mom, a good student and learn the things I needed to graduate.

ahe want me to the principals office. As I gathered my things, I heard the entire class start to move around. As I exited tue room my fellow classmates walked with me to the office.

needless to say this teacher was told that she was not allowed to do this again and she never bothered me again.

China hits Canada with Anti-Dumping Probe in Retaliation

Three bulls heard the rancher was bringing another bull onto the ranch.

First Bull: “I’ve been here five years. I’m not giving this new bull any of my 100 cows.”

Second Bull: “I’ve been here three years and have earned my right to 50 cows. I’m keeping all my cows.”

Third Bull: “I’ve only been here a year, and so far, you guys have only let me have 10 cows. I may not be as big as you fellows, but I’m keeping all 10 of my cows.”

Just then an 18-wheeler pulls up in the pasture carrying the biggest bull they’ve ever seen.

At 4,700 pounds, each step he takes strains the steel ramp.

First Bull: “I think I can spare a few cows for our new friend.”

Second Bull: “I actually have too many cows to take care of. I can spare a few. I’m certainly not looking for an argument.”

They look over at the third bull and find him pawing the dirt, shaking his horns and snorting.

First Bull: “Son, don’t be foolish, let him have some of your cows and live to tell about it.”

Third Bull: “Hell, he can have all my cows. I’m just making sure he knows I’m a bull.”

Stuffed Peppers Casserole

Ingredients

1 pound ground beef
1 small onion, chopped
3 medium bell peppers, cut into strips
3/4 cup instant rice
1 teaspoon season salt
1/8 teaspoon garlic salt
1 1/2 cup water
1 teaspoon beef bouillon granules
1 (15 ounce) can petite cut diced tomatoes
1/2 cup shredded mozzarella cheese

Instructions

Brown meat and onion in skillet; drain.
Stir in rice, salt, garlic salt, bouillon, water, cheese and diced tomatoes; heat through.
Spray a 9 x 13 inch baking dish with cooking spray and line with peppers.
Pour meat mixture over peppers.
Cover with foil and bake at 350 degrees F for 45 minutes.
Uncover and bake an additional 15 minutes.

AITA For Kicking Out My Wife And Stepdaughter After Discovering Lies About Work Trips?

Specialist ‘carbon nanotube’ AI chip built by Chinese scientists is 1st of its kind and ‘1,700 times more efficient’ than Google’s

By Owen Hughes

Scientists in China have developed a tensor processing unit (TPU) that uses carbon-based transistors instead of silicon – and they say it’s extremely energy efficient.

Unlike conventional TPUs, this new chip is the first to use carbon nanotubes — tiny, cylindrical structures made of carbon atoms arranged in a hexagonal pattern — in place of traditional semiconductor materials like silicon. (Image credit: Getty Images/sankai)

Scientists in China have built a new type of tensor processing unit (TPU) — a special type of computer chip — using carbon nanotubes instead of a traditional silicon semiconductor. They say the new chip could open the door to more energy-efficient artificial intelligence (AI).

AI models are hugely data-intensive and require massive amounts of computational power to run. This presents a significant obstacle to training and scaling up machine learning models, particularly as the demand for AI applications grows. This is why scientists are working on making new components — from processors to computing memory — that are designed to consume orders of magnitude less energy while running the necessary computations.

Google scientists created the TPU in 2015 to address this challenge. These specialized chips act as dedicated hardware accelerators for tensor operations — complex mathematical calculations used to train and run AI models. By offloading these tasks from the central processing unit (CPU) and graphics processing unit (GPU), TPUs enable AI models to be trained faster and more efficiently.

Unlike conventional TPUs, however, this new chip is the first to use carbon nanotubes — tiny, cylindrical structures made of carbon atoms arranged in a hexagonal pattern — in place of traditional semiconductor materials like silicon. This structure allows electrons (charged particles) to flow through them with minimal resistance, making carbon nanotubes excellent conductors of electricity. The scientists published their research on July 22 in the journal Nature Electronics.

“I Show You The Original World Map They Didn’t Want You to See” Graham Hancock

MM’s AI adventures

Today’s adventures. A lot of schmaltz, and some very strange stuff about statues.

Here’s some “schmaltz”…

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And more…

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And in the rain…

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Enter the statues…

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*sigh*

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Massive…

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Here’s some “schmaltz”…

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Mixed up sexes.

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Here’s some “schmaltz”… with the bigger boobs.

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Here’s some “schmaltz”…

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Statues.

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More…

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Interesting.

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Here’s some “schmaltz”…

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Here’s some confused “schmaltz”…

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Here’s some muscular “schmaltz”… plus a long necked guy in the background.

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Here’s some “schmaltz”…

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Statue in the rain.

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More.

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Here’s some “schmaltz”…

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Here’s some “schmaltz”…

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Here’s some “schmaltz”…

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Here’s some “schmaltz”…

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Statue.

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Statue.

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Dishwalla – Counting Blue Cars – 7/31/2017 – Paste Studios, New York, NY

Heart Failure

Submitted into Contest #247 in response to: Set your story on a spaceship exploring the far reaches of space when something goes wrong.… view prompt

Perseus Patroclus

This story contains themes or mentions of LGBQ+ and mental health issues.

Stars. Twinkling bursts of light. Bloodshot, glassy eyes. He has given up.

He was supposed to save everyone. Save the world. Save it because the crops wilted. Save it because the water rose and flooded. Save it because the ice dissolved. He was supposed to save it because the earth was about to combust, like his aircraft did a few milliseconds ago.

The view would probably take his breath away if he could breathe. He knew what would happen. He was not holding his breath- if he did, his lungs would expand, turn into balloons, and eventually pop. Instead, he exhales slowly, every six seconds.

The media claims your life flashes before your eyes. To him, it isn’t his whole life. Snapshots. Short films. Clips. Memories. Ones that he loved, ones that he did not want to revisit. Some pictures were blurry, incomprehensible. The highs and lows of his life, captured in stubby snippets.

The sea tickles his ankles. He always loved the stars, and he can see them reflected in the waves now. He is small. A child. Three years old, maybe. He doesn’t know about reflection, or that it’s possible to drown. He tries to eat the little lights, as toddlers tend to do. He is greeted with a mouthful of saltwater.

He wishes he were still a child. Innocent, kind, oblivious, naive.

It’s been six seconds. Exhale. He is terrified.

They are coming for him. He does not know who they are. They say they are Child Protective Services. He does not think he needs them- why would he, at nine years old? His mothers don’t hurt him. Where are they, after all? Why are these men coming for him?

They say something bad happened. He does not know what this means. He does not know what anything means. A police officer tries to calm him down. Tell him they will help him. Tell him his mothers are gone now, but it’ll be okay. He does not think he will be okay. They tell him he’s confused. They call him the wrong name. He tries to correct them, but they do not listen. They never listen. No one ever listens. He pushes the man away and runs.

Arms flying, his chest rises too quickly, too rapidly. He is not supposed to run in a binder. The binder his mothers gave him because they were the only ones that listened. They are gone, he has been told. Gone where? He cannot start to imagine, he cannot go down that spiraling hole.

Sweaty, suffocating, squeezing. He runs because he feels alone. He runs because his parents are gone. He runs because he hates those men who think they know everything, with their pasty white skin and privileged lives. He is dizzy, he can barely breathe. The police officers run after him, but he knows where to go- he is clever. He is in front of the house. Stumbling, his vision blurs, and his world tilts into the concrete.

That picture isn’t blurry, he just doesn’t want to see it.

Ten seconds. His body’s water is vaporizing, and the underlining tissue is beginning to swell.

He is tired. So, so tired. He knows it’s unethical, but he is sleeping at his teacher’s house. The only teacher who understands. Maybe the only person left in the world who understands. He can’t get out of the bed in the guest room. The teacher, respecting personal and legal boundaries, doesn’t intrude. It has been a month since he ran from the men. He does not get up.

His family members float above him. They whisper in his ear. He cannot move. He does not shower. He eats once a week, and his flesh has thinned to the point that it hangs off his bones. He has not taken off his binder. His ribs have cracked and fluid has built up. He does not get up to go to the bathroom. His liver is on the brink of ceasing. He is as good as dead.

The clearest portrait, the most unwanted.

Twelve seconds. Exhale. He knows he will die.

He is fourteen. He lives with his teacher, who has officially adopted him. He is on hormones. He is starting to grow a beard. His voice has deepened. He has already had many surgeries to fix the damage from his depressive episode. Liver, ribs, bladder, uterus, lungs. In two years he will get top surgery. He is on anti-depressants and anti-psychotics. He wants to be an astronaut. He works as a cashier during the summer and uses the money the buy a telescope, astronomy books, and gummy bears.

His teacher, whom he now calls Nin, is supportive throughout the rest of his life. They never lay a hand on him.

Even with the mental illnesses, he envies that time of his life- he was free and loved.

Thirteen seconds. The moisture on his tongue has started to boil.

The surgery is finished. His chest hurts- although this time, it feels good. A warm hug. He can smell the faint whiff of blood coated with chemicals. The walls are a stark white, glaring at him. The bed is surprisingly comfortable, a mixture of squishy and soft. He is loaded, a useless corpse, into a car. The anesthesia makes everything seem hilarious and wavy. Nin is driving him home, where they spoon-feed him and prop him up in front of the television. After four weeks, he can take the wrapping off. The sight of his flat chest in the mirror, the raw yet stunning scars, triggers a waterfall of tears to spill down his cheeks. That’s him. That’s him in the mirror, staring back.

Nin, whose friend is a tattoo artist, brings him to get a design over the scars, per his request. He chooses The Creation of Adam, and requests it be outlined with stars and planets.

The sweetest memory despite the pain, a sensation of deep euphoria.

Fourteen seconds. His skin, along with expanding, has begun to burn.

He is an astronaut. He is being led onto the spaceship. He is twenty-two. His name has been legally changed, along with the gender marker on everything except his hospital profile. It is time to save the world. He is ready to save the world. He calls Nin before he takes off, says he loves them and everything will be okay soon. He says that the earth will be okay soon.

He is a liar.

Exhale. Exhale. Exhale.

He cannot breathe, he cannot inhale, he is suspended. Suspended, like the humans’ hearts in their masses. He cannot stop thinking about his heart. A conductor, a leader. Constantly prevailing and persevering despite its host’s resignation, purposely ingesting poison to numb their pain. If the heart gave up, everything would die. Nothing would exist for that person anymore. The head of the organization, the leader of the body’s community. His heart toils, unquestioning, in his favor. Everything must work and line up perfectly to keep existing- and here he was, and the earth was dying, because the idiot humans couldn’t do the bare minimum of staying alive. Because he couldn’t even take care of a million-dollar spaceship made specially for him.

A surge of gratitude interrupts the self-hate when he realizes he can see a star-forming region in the Eagle Nebula. The Pillars of Creation, it is named. Somehow, in a dying second, there is beauty. Art, glamorous, out-of-this-world grace. It’s burnt sienna, with an impossibly vibrant red peeking through every few thousand miles. A still photograph of powder being thrown, the region looks like something out of a fantasy novel, a dazzling blue background dotted with sparks of light. It appears to be glowing, even, the darker blue background illuminated slightly by the milky brown. Again, it feels breathtaking. He doesn’t mind this will be the last thing he sees. Even though the earth will die, even though he has failed.

It seems his body is sinking under his guilt. He’s bruised, burns striping his arms from the explosion. He most likely broke something. A rib, maybe. Yes, that is what it feels like- a broken rib piercing his heart. Stabbing the submissive slave. That’s what it feels like… though he cannot tell whether it is physically broken or if it is the feeling of his failure.

There must be a way to save the world. He will not give up, he is done giving up. He’s already submitted himself to death before, he won’t let it happen again. Think. He must think. This is why he went to college, this is why he got his job- he must think. It has been fourteen seconds, he will be unconscious in one if he’s lucky.

Something inside him screams. The trigger! A button on his left wrist that he got implanted for an emergency. His mission was to go to the one planet they found that had life on it, and beg for help. But the button could send out an electromagnetic pulse to the ship’s debris, make it buzz and show a message, no matter what piece… he was so close to the planet, it was likely some rubble reached it.

In a split second, he brings his arm to his head and jams the button. In the movies, there would probably be some cacophonous, dramatic noise, but sound cannot travel in space.

He has succeeded, hopefully. But there is no more air left to exhale. There is no more oxygen left to inhale. His lungs expand. He can feel it, pressing against his chest scars. Pressing against The Creation of Adam… He sends a quick mental apology to Michelangelo. The pain is pushing into the servant organ.

He cannot feel when his lungs burst, because he has already lost consciousness.

Yummy Food

China’s lunar research station initiative welcomes new global partners

China’s ambitious initiative to launch an international lunar research station has gained new global cooperation partners, as the country signed several agreements with global partners for the lunar research station initiative on Thursday, according to China’s space agency.

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During the opening ceremony of a two-day space forum held in Tunxi, east China’s Anhui Province, China’s space agency and its counterpart in Senegal signed an agreement on International Lunar Research Station (ILRS) cooperation.

In addition, China’s Deep Space Exploration Lab has also inked memoranda of understanding with 10 organizations from countries including Serbia, Switzerland, the United Arab Emirates, Indonesia, Pakistan, Panama and South Africa.

In 2017, China proposed the ILRS initiative, inviting global participation. This ambitious project has garnered widespread interest, with 17 countries and over 40 institutions signing on. The ILRS envisions a comprehensive lunar research facility, including a lunar surface base, orbital stations, and Earth-based components. Designed for long-term autonomous operation with potential for short-term human presence, the ILRS will be expandable and sustainable.

Scientists create record-breaking solar technology that could solve major problem in the industry: ‘Among the best reported to date’

Sam Westmoreland

Fri, September 6, 2024 at 6:15 AM CDT

Scientists create record-breaking solar technology that could solve major problem in the industry: 'Among the best reported to date'

It can easily be ramped up to industrial levels and can be affordably produced at that scale of production.

Scientists at the Hong Kong Institute of Science and Technology have developed a new treatment that prolongs the life and efficiency of solar cells.

According to Aman Tripathi of Interesting Engineering, the researchers have created a molecular treatment for perovskite solar cells that increases their power conversion efficiency by over 20%, and it has shown an operational stability of over 1,500 hours.

While solar cells are typically made of silicon, perovskite has been gaining popularity in recent years because it is cheaper and has a higher energy efficiency than silicon. The problem is the stability and tendency to degrade more quickly than silicon counterparts.

In an effort to solve the problem, the Hong Kong research team focused on a process known as passivation, in which a chemical compound is applied to the perovskite to “reduce defects and improve their overall performance.”

The project was a resounding success, according to assistant professor Lin Hen-Yuang.

“These devices reached high open-circuit voltages beyond 90% of the thermodynamic limit,” Lin said in a press release on the discovery, “Benchmarking against about 1,700 sets of data from existing literature showed that their result was among the best reported to date in terms of efficiency in energy conversion.”

On top of that, the passivation process is highly scalable, meaning it can easily be ramped up to industrial levels and can be affordably produced at that scale of production.

Solar energy is booming globally; in the U.S., solar power accounted for almost 80% of new energy production in 2024 on an industrial scale. On a smaller scale, rooftop solar panels are popping up everywhere from vodka distilleries to new-build homes. Finding a new way to improve solar panels’ affordability and efficiency could help meet growing demand.

If the perovskite treatment is as effective at scale as it has been in testing, we could see a boom in more affordable, efficient, and durable panels around the world.

U.S Hit China With Quantum Chip-Related SANCTION

Do you know a good lawyer joke?

Two young men walk into a bar and one of them sits next to a girl.

“Hello,” he says.

“Are you a lawyer?” asks the girl.

“What? No.”

“Then I’m not interested. You see, this is a lawyer bar, and the girls that come here either are lawyers or want to get with lawyers.”

And so the young man leaves, and his friend leaves with him, having encountered a similar situation.

The next day they say: “What the heck, we’re just going to return there and say that we’re lawyers. It’s not like we’ll have to give them a proof right away.”

And so they go to the bar and approach some girls, and they tell them they are lawyers.

Everything seems to be going fine, but then one of the young men looks around and sees that his friend is gone. He starts to search for him, and eventually finds him sitting in the bathroom, in a very low mood.

“What happened to you?” he asks.

“Oh, I just realized… I’ve only been a lawyer for half an hour, and already the only thing on my mind is how to screw someone.”

Have you ever dined at a restaurant that left you thinking ‘is this a joke’?

In 1990 I went to one of those Teppanyaki Grill restaurants where a chef cooks food on the grill in front of the customers. I was with 5 other friends. It was in quite a ritzy Sydney suburb. We had no idea what to order so when the waitress asked if we’d like prawns, chicken, steak, eggs and rice, we happily said yes.

The chef threw 6 prawns on the grill, tossing them around with a flourish and chopping them up. He then gave us 1 teaspoon of prawns each!

Next came the chicken. He took a half chicken breast and whooshed it around and chopped it into tiny pieces. We got two teaspoons of chicken each.

Same thing with the steak.

By now we were really starving so we were really happy when they asked if we were ready for the rice. In came the waitress with a fingerbowl of rice. I made a joke “wouldn’t it be funny if that was for us all?’

We all laughed but not for long! It was indeed rice for everyone. So we got around 10 grains of rice each.

Lastly he threw one egg on the grill, whooshed it around and we got two teaspoons of ‘omelet’ each.

The cost of this fiasco came to $180 for the 6 of us which was a lot of money for a restaurant meal back in 1990.

We were all so totally starving we went across the road to a hamburger joint and ordered a hamburger each!

When Suspects Cross The Line During Interrogations

What was the most disastrous comment you have ever made?

I am a mathematics professor at a Research I University. My mother-in-law was a mean old bat who never liked me. While she was visiting one afternoon my ten year old daughter ran in with her latest math test grade. She had scored an “A” grade on some multiplication facts and we all praised her profusely. The mother-in-law pipes up with, “I bet she got her math skills from her mother. Renee (My wife, her daughter) was always good in math.” Considering what I do for a living and considering my wife majored in sociology, this snarky comment pissed me off. So my reply was, “Yes, she must have gotten her math skills from her mother, because I still have all of mine.” A dead silence settled over the table for the next ten minutes.

What’s the smoothest pick up line you’ve ever heard?

My line was actually unintentional!

I was on a business trip some years ago and ended up in a restaurant which sat me at a small table next to another small table with a smartly dressed woman sitting alone.

We exchanged pleasantries and I said “So how’s your business trip going?”

Her reply was “Oh, fine. What makes you think I am here on a business trip?”

I said “You wouldn’t be eating alone otherwise.”

I immediately thought “Damn, what did I just do..”

She was amused and said it was one of the more classy lines she had heard.

So I ended up with an impromptu dinner guest and fellow wine connoisseur for the evening.

The West vs China in South China Sea

Swiss Steak-Sour Cream Casserole

Yield: 4 servings

Ingredients

2 teaspoons olive or vegetable oil
1 cup diced onions
1 cup sliced mushroom caps
2 teaspoons all-purpose flour
1 1/2 cups water
2 envelopes instant beef broth and seasoning mix
1 tablespoon grated Parmesan cheese
1 teaspoon Worcestershire sauce
1/4 teaspoon paprika
Dash of pepper
4 (5 ounce) beef top or bottom round steaks, broiled until rare
1/2 cup sour cream
1 tablespoon chopped fresh parsley

Instructions

Heat oven to 350 degrees F.
In 10 inch nonstick skillet heat oil; add onions and mushrooms and sauté, stirring, until onions are translucent.
Sprinkle flour over vegetables and cook, stirring constantly, for 1 minute; gradually stir in water.
Add broth mix, and stirring constantly, bring to a boil. Reduce heat and let simmer until mixture thickens.
Stir in cheese, Worcestershire sauce, paprika and pepper and remove from heat.
Transfer steaks to a 2 quart casserole and pour vegetable sauce over meat; cover and bake until steaks are tender, about 45 minutes.
Remove steaks from casserole and set aside.
Spoon 2 tablespoons of vegetable sauce into sour cream and stir to combine; pour sour cream mixture into casserole and stir until well blended.
Return steaks to casserole and serve sprinkled with parsley.

Notes

Plain yogurt can be substituted for the sour cream.

My wife sits in her car for about 5 minutes when she gets home from work. I can see her through the camera. She’s using her phone. I’m a little concerned. Is she cheating?

Every day after I pick up my daughter from school, I get out and go into the house but she stays in the car and sits there for several minutes, sometimes up to half an hour.

Sometimes she uses her phone, sometimes she just sits there.

Should I be a little concerned? Should I go check on her? Confront her?

Nope. I’m not concerned at all. She’s doing what she needs to do to cope.

She’s enjoying a few minutes of peace and quiet, collecting herself and letting the social demands of school dissolve away, before facing the social demands of family.

As a teenager, she knows that as soon as she walks in the door, there will be questions, conversations, chores and homework to be done, and demands for her attention and mental presence, which can be draining after a long day at school. In the car, alone, she can collect herself, think and process a bit, and respond to her messages without pressure and without interruptions.

More than likely, your wife is doing what she needs to do to cope, to gather herself, to catch her breath after a long day at work, and to catch up on her messages before she comes inside and faces you and all your questions.

My advice? Enjoy the peace and quiet.

Two best friends graduated from medical school at the same time & decided that in spite of two different specialties, they would open a practice together to

share office space …

Dr.Smith was a *Psychiatrist* & Dr.Jones

was a *Proctologist* (Colon to Anus)

They put up a sign reading

*Dr.Smith & Dr.Jones*

*Hysterias & Posteriors*

The town council was livid and insisted they change it.

So, the docs changed

it to read

*Schizoids & Haemorrhoids*

This was also not acceptable, so they again changed the sign to

*Catatonics & High Colonics*

No go.

Next, they tried…

*Manic Depressives & Anal Retentives*

Thumbs down again.

Then came..

*Minds and Behinds*

Still no good.

Another attempt resulted in …

*Lost Souls & Butt Holes*

Unacceptable again!

So they tried

*Analysis & Anal Cysts*

No, not a chance

*Nuts and Butts*

No way

*Freaks and Cheeks*

Still no good

*Loons and Moons*

Just Forget it!

Almost at their wits end, the docs finally came up with…

*Dr.Smith & Dr.Jones…*

*Specializing in Odds & Ends.*

*_Everyone loved it._😊*

A Woman Impersonated As A Man And Got Depressed After 3 Days

A removal of nature to create a parking lot

Off the “beaten path”, off in a forgotten corner of the community of Salem, Massachusetts is this little (seemingly forgotten) park. Forest River Park.

I visited it by chance. It was beautiful and pristine.

Not too many people ever visited it. Too bad. It was beautiful

A little oasis from the encroaching town.

Forest River Park in Salem, Massachusetts, was created to provide a public recreational area that takes advantage of the natural beauty and waterfront of Salem Harbor. The park offers access to green space, walking trails, and waterfront activities. It was established to enhance community life and preserve natural landscapes for public enjoyment.

It really was beautiful. A undiscovered and mostly forgotten gem of a park. It’s full of overly grown grass around rocky boulder facing a large ocean bay. Lots of shady trees, fresh New England air.

Just a perfect, quiet space.

I loved it when I visited it.

A nice little paradise.

Something that has been forgotten in the United States today. How many, many parks that the United States have built in the tiny communities over the last few years? The last few decades? How about the last century?

Answer: NONE.

Zero.

Zilch!

It was beautiful.

People, couples, families all need a sense of a nice piece of nearby nature. The Europeans and Chinese know this. Americans have forgotten this.

Enjoy local exploration.

You might be surprised at what you might discover.

Now for the sad part of this story.

It was renovated in 2021.

All the grass, boulders, and trees were bulldozed over. And a nice pavilion of concrete and glass, with a big wide parking lot was put in its place.

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You can well see that the city planners maximized the use of the space.

Cutting down all of the trees, removing all of the bushes, and shrubbery, and dynamiting all of the boulders.

Instead of a lonely, off the beaten track area of greenery, we now have a government run facility with a pools and displays of local wildlife that used to live here.

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As you can see (with the trees to scale), this “new” park is mostly a parking lot, a building and a large cement pool. The only remaining “green area” is the 25% to the left in the picture. Which consists of 4 to 7 trees and some decorate shrubbery. Plus additional parking.

Today, this is what the “park” looks like… this is a 3D rendering. But it is not accurate. In truth the “green trees” aren’t there.

Nope. The rendering is lying.

What you think is green trees is really this…

It’s nice, and quaint. But a wooded area it is NOT. It’s just roads and homes with a tree interspersed here and there. Sorry and sad to say.

Its truly a sad thing to behold. A removal of nature to create a parking lot.

A sad, sad state of American decay.

Today…

Is war between the USA and China inevitable?

Do people in Macau hate Mainlanders like people in Hong Kong do?

We welcome them with open arms.

The size of the crowds can be overwhelming though. Macau has a land mass if 28 SQ km. A population of 680,000. The densest population on the planet.

Last week we had 160,000 visitors in a single day.

Buses are jammed and slow with such crowds. There are areas that you absolutely avoid to not get into a crowd.

The government pays citizens US $1200 a year as a wealth sharing scheme. (Large taxes from the casinos).

I look at it as an inconvenience payment.

But no we welcome mainland visitors because they spend, spend spend.

We don’t bite the hand that feeds us.

An old MM video

I made this one about a year and a half ago. Short. Maybe three minutes long.

Behind the scenes of Chinese military might

Canada follows the US and imposes 100% tariff on Chinese EVs, including Tesla. What do you think?

China manufactured 9.05 Million Electric Vehicles in 2023

Of these 8.09 Million were sold within China while 960,000 were exported of which most were Tesla

So China is pretty OK

With virtually 90% EVs sold within China, the EV companies need to restructure their profits to keep making money in China and keep innovating and making profit

China has a long potential for buying EVs and for the next 15–16 years at least, Chinese EVs can innovate and keep their edge from the Domestic Market without dependence on US or Europe leave alone Canada

Meanwhile they have the Russian Market which has 41 Million Middle Class consumers plus the Eastern European and Asean markets with a further 27 Million

The thing is THEY HAVE TO MAKE MORE PROFIT IN CHINA which means they have to tweak their profit structure and ask for a waiver in lateral subsidies and rise their costs by 7%–9%

Presently BYD makes under 9000 CNY in China per Car versus a whopping 38900 CNY in Europe

If they absorb this tariff – then their profit reduces to 14200 CNY for that model which is still higher than the profit they make in China

So they may just absorb the tariff and keep selling the EVs and shaving their profits

They may sell their parts to joint ventures in Europe and Canada and earn royalty or license fees

Either way they are pretty OK for the next 10–15 years

They have a huge domestic market that is growing bigger every day

Why does China seem to be single in the game without many allies yet appears so strong?

According to Chinese economists and strategies. Here is what they have observed during the cold war. In order to gain those so called allies, the US gave out a huge amount of aid to western Europe, known as the marshall plan. In order to compete with America, the USSR offered something similar to eastern Europe but only half as impressive. In the Soviet camp, eastern Europe weren’t happy became they got less aid and poorer than their neighbors. Russia itself wasn’t happy because it kept giving out aid, and cheap oils, resulted in huge internal debt. And finally their people couldn’t take it, and dissolved the USSR. The only ones that were happy at the time, were Vietnam, NK, and maybe India.

The USA wasn’t in a better position, they had lost all their traditional industries to Japan and western Europe. If it wasn’t for the new industries they invented, the USA would be done in the 90s, losing to Japan and Europe. So stop saying that China had stolen jobs from the America, the US had lost those jobs a long time ago. The cold war was a death race, the US is still hurting from it.

What was China’s conclusion? Only inclusive naturally developed trade relationship can benefit both sides. In other words, China aren’t going to pay for allies, that’s prostitution. So, how does China deal with the gigantic alliance structure of the US? Let me use Australia as an example, China Australia trade is almost 350B per year. In order for Australia to side with the US completely(not just verbally) against China, the US would have to compensate for their lost. So, China not only benefited from the trade with Australia, but also increase the cost for the US to maintain their alliance structure. That’s why you saw the US can only afford to pay country like the Philippines to confront China. China doesn’t pay any country to side with it political and militarily, it wants the US to pay more maintaining their alliances.

The US can’t even relocate TSMC from Taiwan back to the US and create some high quality jobs, because if they do that, Taiwan’s only economic relationship with the US would be gone.

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What is your best badass firearm story?

I grew up in rural areas. I learned to shoot when I was 7. I then went to college, and met my wife who lived in a nearby town with her parents while attending college. I have always been the type who doesn’t make much bravado out of being able to defend myself. I don’t really want to hurt anybody, but I will hurt anybody who threatens my family.

My in-laws managed to check nearly every one of Jeff Foxworthy’s you might be a redneck. Somehow in a town of 30,000 they lived off the pavement and down a dirt road. Father-in-laws camper shell had more curtains than their home.

My future in-laws got it into their heads I was a soft college boy. It might be because I always dressed up to pick up their daughter for dates. It might be because at 6′2″ and 240 lbs much of it muscle at the time, I was cautious with my strength. It might be because I didn’t drink or cuss. Never mind I had relatives on my Mom’s side almost just like them, grew up in the country, shot coyotes attacking livestock, bucked hay, worked on ranches, worked in a feed store, and worked in a lumber mill.

After my future father-in-law said if he saw me around again I better be able to outrun buckshot, we eloped. This led to about a few months of drunken threatening messages left on our answering machine.

Eventually two things thawed the relationship a bit. One was my mother-in-laws gambling addiction, and need a babysitter. My wife’s over a decade younger sibling couldn’t be left alone without making a disaster when mother-in-law went gambling. The other was learning we were expecting their first grandchild.

My Father-in-law decided I need to learn how to shoot to protect his future grandchild. He asked if I had ever shot a firearm. My answer was, “Some” and didn’t elaborate. He had me drive his truck (had he driven he would probably have got a DUI) out to BLM land. He took the 6 cans he had finished off and lined them up on Bureau of Land Management (BLM) land, and handed me a handgun. I forget exactly what it was but it was a very small pistol and I forget what it was chambered in. It wasn’t .22 LR, but might have been .25 ACP. This was in 1994. I shot the first 4 cans no problem. When I shot the 5th can it knocked over the 6th can so the top was facing us. I shot it, and he immediately said I missed one. I said I didn’t think so. He picked it up and I had shot it through the opening in the top of the can. I could not have hit there if I had tried, but it still impressed him. (A firearm I had never fired before, with unknown ammunition, tiny pocket pistol, at about 20 feet/6 meters).

Later that evening he was drunk came at me swinging. I put him in a bear hug, told him I didn’t want to hurt him, and placed him on the lawn. He got back up swinging. I did the same thing again except instead of setting him down I tossed him a few feet onto the lawn. The next day he said, “I guess you can protect my daughter and grandchild.”

All about Cottages

Maybe too many are too cutesy. Still, the more plain ones are more suitable for myself. Real and actual historical cottages, especially those from the Victorian era, were awesome.

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Which Asian country has the lowest crime rate compared to Japan and South Korea?

I will probably make your jaw drop- Malaysia, Thailand, and Singapore are close contenders to Japan.

Let’s compare how is life in ‘low crimes’ like in Tokyo and ‘ slightly higher crimes’ in Kuala Lumper see what transpires.

Anywhere in Tokyo, intrusion into someone’s privacy raises an eyebrow.. like, A man knock on your door at midnight: “ I can’t sleep! from my bedroom I can see the wall light at your porch.”— You bow low and says, “I’m so sorry, I’ll turn if off at once.”

In Kuala Lumpur you can light up the entire house all night like Christmas day or Ramadan come early in Damansara Height or Bangsar , a millionaire’s row —No one will say nothing! Why? To scare the would be thieves…and it works.

Corruptions in Japan do exist and is a crime. But it’s no match with **Thailand ** where corruption is hard to define. Such as, when a top cop borrowed 300 million Baht from the massage king and already paid back just in time before the corruption buster knocked on his door. So, no case means ‘no corruption’ in Thailand.

Crimes against women hardly happened in Japan unlike **Thailand **where rape is a century-old practice, police consider —it: no big deal** but rapists may go scott-free after the police negotiate to get the rapist to pay compensation to the victim… So no case, no crime, and no bad conduct—as good as a ‘clean sheet’ for that guy.

Before a crime like road rage can happen in Japan a “bow to one another” has taken place, thus no crime committed, so road rage in Japan is unheard off.

Similarly **Singapore**, before any road rage happens, a teasing to one another as a prelude like “ You punch me first, lah, a goondu!” The other driver may curse and swear but drive off. So, no case, no jail terms as no one throws the first punch, and no crime was committed. Singapore is almost a road rage-crime-free.

But living in Japan is awesome for a loner and you are guaranteed to have peace on the busiest street where you live as no one looks at you, talks to you, and you are invisible, so to speak! (even in Shibuya or Ginza) in Japan’s Golden Week.

How would you describe the USA in just one phrase?

Utterly divided.

A person doesn’t have to have a degree in politics to see how divided and tribalistic America has become recently. I honestly don’t think we’ve been this separate as a country since the Civil War.

People have fallen for the “if you’re not 100% for us, then you’re 100% against us” mentality. You can see this on either side of the aisle. To be clear, I’m not demonizing either major American political party here. I’m condemning them. There’s this one quote from a fella you might know about by the name of Abraham Lincoln: “A house divided against itself cannot stand.” While Lincoln was referring to slave states versus free states, I am using his quote to refer to Republicans versus Democrats.

With division, comes bloodshed. We’ve seen it with slavery vs. freedom, Christian vs. Muslim, Protestant vs. Catholic, Communist vs. Capitalist, white vs. black, and I think that soon we’ll start to see Democrat vs. Republican.

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What did you do after learning your spouse cheated on you?

I drove an hour and a half to take her home. No arguments, no begging—just a quiet drive. When we arrived, I helped her pack up her things, making sure she had everything she needed. Once her bags were ready, I sent her on her way without a second thought. I’ve always believed that people who don’t want to be in my life, simply don’t have to be. I won’t be someone’s second choice.

This wasn’t just some mistake. It wasn’t a slip-up or an innocent misunderstanding. The lies, the deceptions, the secret calls and texts—none of that happens by accident. It’s not like she accidentally fell into another man’s bed or stumbled into those intimate conversations. She made deliberate choices, and I saw them for what they were.

Forgiving her came easily because I knew I had done nothing wrong. Yes, it hurt, but I refused to let her continue to have power over my emotions. Pain is inevitable, but misery is optional. I chose to let her go, not just physically, but emotionally. It was her loss, not mine. I didn’t reach out, and she didn’t either. I wasn’t going to live in some fantasy or nightmare she created.

When she realized I wasn’t coming back, she got angry. She called me selfish for ending things, claiming she was a human being who deserved understanding. My response was simple: “So am I.” That was the end of it. That very night, she moved in with the guy she cheated with.

But I know my worth. I deserve more than what she was offering. I won’t settle for anything less.

How would you describe the USA in just one phrase?

A broken-down mess.

A perhaps once great nation struggling with a dysfunctional political system: only two significant parties, completely reliant on the availability of big bucks (with inevitable consequences, bearing in mind where those bucks come from) and which has slipped into the new Post-truth era with hardly a squeak of protest. (Certainly there have been more than murmurings of dissent among intellectuals and some journalists, but no groundswell of disgust or mass revolt.)

Also a country that likes to hide its woes. It likes to be seen as the wealthiest in the world, as the ‘land of opportunity’ – and yet forty percent of households could not meet an unexpected bill of $400 without having to sell something or borrow.

To those who complacently trot out platitudes like ‘it’s the greatest country in the world’, I’d say, first ‘open your eyes!’ and second: ‘if you want it to be, do something to make it so…’

In many ways there are echoes of this in my own stricken country, the UK, which also has a dysfunctional democracy and too many who want to live on past glories (real or imagined) and put their faith in a lying bunch of shysters who they imagine will lead them back to those halcyon days. (The pro-Brexit rhetoric really did include references to ‘sunlit uplands’, crudely parodying one of Churchill’s wartime speeches. ) They have a rude awakening in store. Those of us who don’t share the dream are already all too aware of the grim reality – actual and pending.

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This is a US government affiliated channel. So the fact that this is public says A LOT.

What’s the best thing someone told you on their deathbed that made you appreciate life in a whole new way?

This is a story that, until now, I have only told a handful of people. And I have been typing it with tears in my eyes all the way through.

It happened six and a half year ago. I just turned 21 at the time and was in my second year of college. My mother had battled breast cancer for a short eight months when the doctor told us there was nothing left they could do. She would die, too young, after an eventful life.

About three weeks after hearing this, and approximately two weeks before she would eventually die, we were sitting in her hospital room talking about life and everything that had happened. It was here, quite unannounced and rather casually, that she made a statement which I still repeat to myself at least once a week. That statement got me through the first years of mourning; I clung onto it. I still often repeat it to friends and family around me when they are facing adversity. You could say it has become my life motto.

The context of this statement goes back to before my mother was even born in 1949, in the Netherlands. My grandparents had three kids: two sons and a daughter. My grandfather was a pastor and, also considering it was early post-war time, they were just getting by. My grandmother was a dominant and strict woman, and she laid down the law at home. As the family was barely getting by with three children and didn’t want any more, my grandmother decided to get sterilized. The doctor provided her with a hormone treatment; however, instead of becoming sterile, the treatment caused my grandmother to become extremely fertile. She soon became pregnant and gave birth nine months later to triplets, a boy and two girls — my mother was born. During my mother’s youth, my grandmother made no secret of the fact that my mother was an unwanted child. My mother obviously felt left out by my grandmother and grandfather, who let it all happen. My mother left her parents’ house still a teenager.

In the years to come, my mother started making a living for herself as a caretaker for elderly and disabled people. Still struggling with her ‘unfair’ youth, she did maintain a very good relationship with her older brothers and sister. In her late 20s, she met my father. They started dating and eventually got married. My mother desperately wanted to have children and create a happy family, so they started trying. It took a lot of time, and two failed pregnancies, but eventually she did get pregnant with my older sister. She was soon told the baby had a severe form of Cystic Fibrosis (CF), a genetic disorder, which meant she would die a young age. After a long time of trying, and failing, to become pregnant, this was a major shock for both my parents. My sister was in the hospital for the entire first year of her life and had to spend several weeks each year in the hospital for treatment. Taking care of a young child is hard for young parents, but this is especially the case when the young child is chronically ill and needs multiple treatments a day. My parents put their teeth in it and got by and, eventually, even started trying to get pregnant again. And they did! But then the heartbreaking message came: this baby had a severe form of CF, too. Raising two children with severe forms of CF would inevitably mean that one of the two would have to witness the other become weaker and weaker, until death followed, knowing that he/she too will one day become that weak and die at a too-young age. My parents dreaded this future and took the hardest decision of their lives: to have an abortion, to protect both children from the added psychological drama. Not long after this, my parents decided to adopt a child, a girl with little opportunity in her own country, Poland, as she was an orphan with a mental disability. However joyful this appeared at the start, the mental disability proved too severe for the girl to be raised in a regular home, and she was taken away within a year.

And then I was born. Healthy. It wasn’t a particularly easy birth; I was quite big and heavy, causing my birth almost to take my mother’s life, but eventually everyone was fine. A little less than three years later, my younger brother was born, also healthy as could be. My mother finally had her happy little family as she had always wanted, and as she had tried for so long. I believe those were some of the happiest moments of her life.

But of course, my sister was still chronically ill. She would be in and out of the hospital each year, which mostly was only for a few days or weeks, until one year it became really bad. My sister had already been in the hospital for many weeks, longer than usual, when she was allowed a week of ‘holiday’ in France. She was so excited to go, but only a few days after her arrival she became extremely ill, vomiting blood in her bed. She was taken to the local hospital and eventually flown by helicopter to the hospital in Bordeaux. It turned out her organs had started to fail and she needed a new liver to survive. She was flown to the Netherlands and put on a waiting list for a transplant. However, this took too long and my sister soon became weaker. She died in the hospital at age 13.

Remember how as a young child your parents seemed like superheroes? The strongest people in the world, who could take on anything?

I remember this moment as the first time I saw my parents absolutely broken. I remember that at the funeral my mother could hardly stand on her feet, and people had to support her as she kept collapsing in tears. She was devastated. In the period that followed, things did not get easier for my mother. Her older sister, with whom she had a very good relationship, died of breast cancer following a short sickbed. Not much later, her oldest brother died of the consequences of being an alcoholic. Following, her brother from the triplets was left by his wife, and shortly thereafter died from a heart attack, also as a consequence of his alcohol abuse. The aftermath of the death of so many loved ones was a number of family arguments over whose fault it was that her brothers became alcoholics, and how the inheritance should be divided. The adversity seemed to never stop.

But then it did. Some five happy, carefree years followed. I saw my mother become happier and happier. She started to work again, which she had stopped during my sister’s illness, and she enjoyed it. She was active in the church community in our town, she enjoyed tennis, and she had a lot of friends. It all seemed to turn for the better. But then…

Cancer.

Unlike what you might think, we went into this really positively. You know why? Because we believed we, and especially my mother, had already received our portion of adversity. This would be our time, we were going to conquer this disease. We even organized a big party when my mother was halfway through her chemotherapy because we were halfway to beating this disease! The tumor became smaller, there seemed to be no metastases, and operations were successful. We were almost there!

But, unfortunately, I would not be typing this post if that was how the story ended.

I received a call from my dad, early December. My mother was rushed to the hospital that night after falling in the kitchen. They had found a brain tumor, metastases in her lungs, and metastases in her bones. Even though it felt as if we had almost defeated the disease, there was nothing they could do for her any more. She would be in the hospital from that point on. To make matters worse, my father was hospitalized two weeks later for an emergency stomach operation. He was in the same hospital on the 6th floor, my mother was on the 8th. It was around Christmas and I would visit them every day. Most of the time, my mother was very confused due to the tumor pressing on her brain but, sometimes, she had a clear moment.

It was during one of these clear moments that I was sitting on her bed and we were talking about life and everything that had happened. We talked about my studies and what I would do, later in life, when she would not be around anymore. About how I would some day graduate, maybe get married. We talked about her youth, about her alcoholic brothers, about the failed pregnancies, about my sister. Even about the fact that it was so screwed up that she was living some of her last weeks, and exactly at that time my dad became hospitalized.

And it was at that time that she looked at me and said:

‘’You know what, actually I am glad about all the shit that happened to me in life. And a lot of shit díd happen. But all those harsh times, all the adversity, it has taught me to enjoy and cherish all the good things in life more intensely than I imagined possible. I am grateful for everything and everyone I had.’’

There you have it. She wasn’t happy despite adversity, no, she thanked adversity for making her enjoy everything and everyone. You hear that cancer? CF? Alcoholism? You ain’t got nothing on her, heck, you made her stronger. She díd conquer cancer, in her way, she conquered it all.

It has changed how I see everything around me since. From minor setbacks to freaking mountains of adversity, I always try to approach it with a smile on my face. Don’t get me wrong: I don’t pretend everything is okay when it is not, but I fight, I keep going, and I keep telling myself that, at the very worst, adversity is going to make me stronger. And you know what? I am as happy a person as I could be!

I hope my mother’s wise words might help some of you, like they have helped me and still help me every day.

In loving memory of my mother: you won’t be gone until you’re forgotten.

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Why do Chinese people wear Western clothing when they think Chinese culture is superior to the West? Indian leaders wear their traditional clothing to formal meeting. Why don’t the Chinese? Do the Chinese know their culture is inferior to the West?

Chinese leaders changed to western clothing as a matter of protocol.

There are many research studies to back this up and we can see it in applications as well.

IBM salesman (no women in those days) wore a suit with a white shirt and classic tie. That was the dress code.

Sales dramatically improved.

Traditionally salesman wore sports coat and trousers. So the IBM look made them look like a businessman not a salesperson. They were talking to peers when they made their calls.

In his book Dress for Success, the author John Molloy conducted studies using different clothing. He sent people to offices to deliver a small package. If they dressed in a sports jacket and trousers,the receptionist always said leave it with me. If they were dressed in a suit with a shirt and tie, they would be told to knock on the door and give it to the executive or they call him to come out and get the package.

Chinese are very pragmatic.

They use whatever works.

Dressing in white shirt and tie with a tailored suit means you at the same level as your counterpart. When you meet the president of the US, you dress like him.

Interestingly though is Xi Jinping’s wife who dresses in traditional Chinese attire when she accompanies him on state visits.

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Jerry Springer type nonsense. *sheech*

I palm-slap myself for the craziness in the West.

Has a computer programmer ever said something to you which was completely unexpected?

Bought in as a contractor/programmer to work on an in-house system that they wanted to modify.

“Its the best system – its in C++, so its really fast”

No probs, I can work on that.

Get in there, day 1 – nice big factory, decent office space, lots of nice cars in the carpark. Get myself all setup on the system, meet the other programmer (just 1 developer in the whole company … hmmm)

Me > “OK, account is all setup, setup dev tools, meet the manager, discussed the general plan …. ready to start reading. Where is the code?”

OtherProgrammer > “?”

Me > “The source code. The C++ code ?”

OtherProgrammer > “Oh, we dont have the source code”

Me > “??”

Me > “This is an in-house system, right ? The thing you want to modify, you own it right ?”

OtherProgrammer > “Yes, its an in house system, we own it, its all ours”

Me > “and the code ?”

OtherProgrammer > “Oh I see what you mean. Yeah, that was all written by another contractor. He isnt here anymore”

Me > “did he …. leave any code by any chance ?”

OtherProgrammer > “No, we didnt pay him in the end, so he didnt give us the code”

…. at which point, I had a lot more questions than I knew I would ever get answers for. By the end of the week, I had managed to get out of that initial project and work on a different project they had on the go, so the billable hours could be justified still.

Same problem though – they had “another contractor” offsite who was working on something entirely different that was pretty interesting. So I started working on some infrastructure around that instead. It was some cool stuff the other guy was building, was going to be fun.

And it meant I didnt have to deal with their one and only full time “Developer” that worked there somehow without any source code, and the obviously clueless engineering manager was none the wiser about why this was sub optimal.

… Until one day, he suggested I dont get too involved in that other project either.

Me > “Oh, why’s that ? whats wrong with project ?”

OtherProgrammer > “Nothing, he is doing great work”

Me > “?”

OtherProgrammer > “But we have decided that we are not going to pay him for it <big smile>”

… just like that ! Quite out in the open about it. Bragging about how clever they are, they can get work done by honest people, and still manage to weasel their way out of having to pay for it.

So Clever, and proud of it too.

See ya later, idiots !

(in case you are wondering – yeah, I got my billed hours paid …. eventually … every last cent)

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I feel for her. She wasn’t compatible with anyone.

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Why is the United States losing its hegemony to China?

That’s incorrect framing.

America has pursued global hegemony since the fall of the Berlin wall, going so far to embrace the “end of history and the last man”.

What is global hegemony? Dominance over ALL states and peoples.

That means beating down all comers, and making examples of those who say no to the United States, as sheikh hasina found to great fluster and regret recently.

Unfortunately, 4% dominating over the 96% is a fool’s errand, as America finds itself drowning in debt, and having to deal with conflicts in the middle east and Europe, while following through on explicit policy to concentrate and expand military resources in the western pacific.

That’s untenable, and exhausting, not too different from the 50% drawdown of the SPR to cap runaway energy prices recently.

America is frittering away past reserves, burning its legacy rather than building for the future.

America is not behaving like a normal country, because it insists the rules do not apply.

China sees itself as a normal country, a member of the global citizenry. Normal countries respond vigorously to the militarization of their neighborhood, because sovereignty must be defended.

America is doomed to implode because even exceptionally engineered airliners drop out of the sky when they run out of fuel.

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What’s the fastest you’ve wiped a smirk off of someone’s face?

I was around 18 and at a club having recently shaved my head, almost scalped! Some idiot and his group were looking for a fight and thought that taking the piss or judging me for my choices would start one. So immature looking back.

I still feel remorse for what happened next and it had more than the intended results.

I said to my mate, “Go and say to him I have cancer and going through treatment.” My mate does this and I could swear I could feel how bad the ‘idiot’ felt from across the bar.

Turns out the guy wasn’t an idiot, he had just lost his Dad to cancer and was blaming everyone.

My smirk: gone. Turns out I was the idiot judging. I bought them a drink.

A hard lesson learned by me. At least it stopped a fight.

What happened to Peng Shuai?

This is an interesting story about what happens when a Chinese Communist Party member is accused of a crime. How it is investigated. And the causes, whys and the process. Interesting, and valuable to the outsiders looking into China. -MM

A woman named Peng Shuais accused a leading Chinese Communist Party leader of Sexual harassment.

It’s now clear that Peng Shuais allegations were firmly investigated

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In China, it’s crucial that Party officials don’t violate discipline otherwise they are fried

Since China doesn’t have Elections and Votes, Party officials need their reputation

Peng Shuai alleged that she was sexually harrassed

Had she reported this to 12345 citing anonymity

No problems

She published this on Social Media referring to a Party member by name

He was dumping her and she was pissed

However in China – Social Media is under the full view of the CENSOR

Automatically the posts garnered attention and the Censor stepped in

Peng was summoned by the Censor and asked

Do you have Evidence?

Why wait so long?

Meanwhile the Party member was hauled up by the Internal mechanism and he said they were in a relationship and he dumped her

Under Chinese Law, if the Censor hauls you up, your Internet Id doesn’t work for a few weeks or a month and you can’t login or send a message on weibo or even reply to mail (confused on this point)

This is China

So the Censor initiated a State Investigation and China has like millions of cameras

Soon they began to see Camera feeds

They saw Peng willingly laugh and hold hands, kiss, go to hotels and eat in restaurants like a favorite girlfriend for weeks and weeks

They presented her with evidence and she folded immediately and confessed that HE HAD DUMPED HER and she had got pissed

Thats that

From that minute on, she lost face and in China that’s bad

So now whether she is charged with lying on public media or not – Nobody knows

What’s your favorite stupid joke?

A few of my top ones include:

What do you call a black man in space? An astronaut.
How many men does it take to screw in a lightbulb? Three, one to screw it in and the other two to listen to him brag about screwing something.
A faster than light neutrino says ‘I’ll have a whisky’, sits down, then walks into a bar.
A woman is approached by a man in a suit, and a foot tall man carrying a miniature keyboard. The man in the suit says ‘I have a magic lamp here, with a genie in it. He’ll grant you a single wish, but be careful, he’s hard of hearing.’ The woman takes the lamp and says ‘I wish for a million bucks.’ All of a sudden the sky is blocked out by a million ducks flying overhead. ‘That’s not what I wished for’ the woman yells. The man replies ‘do you think I wished for a twelve inch pianist?’
A priest, a doctor, and a politician are kidnapped by an evil psychopath. The psychopath says ‘I’m going to get each of you to hold a snake for ten minutes, the most venomous snake in the world. If it doesn’t bite you, I’ll let you go. If you refuse, I’ll shoot you.’ The priest says a short prayer, kisses his cross, and holds the snake. It bites him, and he falls dead almost instantly. The doctor examines the snake, tries to find the best position to stop the snake being uncomfortable, and holds it. The snake bites her, and she falls over dead. The politician is last up, he just mutters ‘screw it’ and holds the snake. To his amazement, the snake stays still, it doesn’t bite him. He holds it for a full ten minutes, and is set free. He puts the snake in its box and takes it with him. As he leaves, feeling no small amount of Survivors guilt, he looks at the snake and says ‘I wonder why you killed that pious holy man and that great saviour of lives, but let me live.’ ‘Professional courtesy’ the snake replies.

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What is an example of what a morbidly obese person would eat in a day?

My mom was morbidly obese her whole life. People looked at her with disgust. She ate small portions, tried to eat healthy, tried to be active until her knees got really bad, and stayed obese. For all who would tell her to eat a salad and get on a treadmill, she did. If we went out to eat, she’d eat usually a salad (dressing on side) and half a sandwich like turkey. I know y’all will sleep better by concluding she secretly binged or had her stash of junk food but unlike you, I had to go through her things when she died suddenly. No secret junk food stash. She didn’t get good sleep and was definitely sedentary in her last years but your “diagnosis” of people like her just being ignorant slobs who were lazy are wrong and hurtful. She was a nurse. She understood nutrition. What she ate was probably what most of you eat but she was morbidly obese and no matter how small her portions or types, her body seemed to go into starvation mode and did not change. It’s not always nutrition, portion control and activity. It wasn’t with her and I *know* she was unhappy about her weight and appearance and always felt the looks and the shame. I think she got used to a world that judges based on external looks more than character. It’s a shame we can be so petty, superficial, dense and callous. GLP-1’s are showing that even orgs like Weight Watchers got it wrong. She ate less and better than her sons who were not overweight. My heart goes out to you who struggle and get eat-a-salad-drink-water-and-go-for-a-walk idiot responses. Pray you find what works for you and that you have the rare company of people who value you for your character, your intelligence, your capability, and not your size.

For decades, America has assumed that China would gradually liberalize, open its markets, and improve its human-rights record, but that strategy simply hasn’t worked – is it time to give up on China?

China has not opened up? I’m pretty sure anyone holding that view has not visited China recently.

Go to Beijing or Shanghai or any other big Chinese city. You will find malls that look not much different from Hong Kong or Singapore. They may even be built and operated by conglomerates from these port cities. American fast food, French bags, Swiss watches. Whatever you want you can have. Markets as open as any major international city today.

As for liberalization, more than 150 million Chinese travel abroad each year. That is an astounding number, greater than the population of Japan. Just 40 years ago, the numbers were negligible. But the more incredible number is this: more than 150 million Chinese RETURN HOME. There are no reports of millions of Chinese refugees seeking asylum overseas.

On to human rights. China is behind Singapore in terms of rule of law, and trust in the government internationally. But Singapore still get routinely trashed for the death penalty, caning, inequality and other human rights abuses. We are a common law democracy but there are always murmurs if not shouts of dynastic politics, non-democracy, high political salaries and other evils.

We can never please the west because we are not the west.

China is changing.

Warp speed fast.

But please temper any judgment with the fact China started from a very low base. China was at war for the better part of 100 years from 1850 to 1949, half of it without a functional central government. Can you imagine 3 generations of anarchy and destruction? What do they call it, dystopia?

The current generation of Chinese youth enjoy far more freedoms and privileges than their parents did. The next will, too.

Have you ever met your bully later in life?

There was a guy that bullied me every day at high school. He was a confident, in-crowd guy, lots of plastic friends and always took the opportunity to make my life hell. He sabotaged my locker, bumped me in the hall when with his mates and he always had a smart alec comment to call out when I was presenting to the class or school. I responded the only way I thought I could which was to never pass him the ball during sport if we were on the same team, or if I was on an opposing team to tackle him as hard as possible. I didn’t have the confidence or the support network to help me through it, or the language to express myself to him.

I ran into him at a hardware store some 20 years after school. I had my 14 and 12 year olds with me and he had 3 kids, about 11, 9 and 7. He started with a gushing hello. He introduced me as a close friend from school. I looked at his kids, they looked nice enough. I was pleasant. I then whispered to him to come to the side out of earshot.

I was shaking with rage because the adrenaline kicked in so quickly, and the hurt and embarrassment he had caused me came flooding back. I told him that he was a real shit to me at high school and his kids looked like well adjusted human beings. I told him that unless he took his kids out of the store right now I would tell them what a nasty, horrible, vindictive shit of a person their dad was and he would have to explain why this guy he thought was a friend would say things like that about him.

He left with his kids. About 6 that evening he knocked on my door, and presented to me a bottle of wine and an apology for the pain he caused to me at school. He thanked me for not blasting his kids. His reason, his dad and older brothers did it to him and that is the way he thought you behaved. He had married a really nice lady who had educated him that friendships and relationships were not built by treating people like he had treated me. He had always worried about me and felt guilty. He always wanted to catch up and apologize. He and his wife knew that I would have crushed their kids if I had opened up on them at the store. I’m so glad I didn’t.

Some of the MM AI art examples

I continue with my experiments. Not too much of value.

It’s really like driving a tractor trailer rig though a maze inside of a mall. Crazy and sensitive.

Cinematic Kino Create a anatomicallyaccurate photo realistic B 0(5)

What a set of horns on his headpiece.

I finally figured out how to add clothing to the people…

Default Create a anatomicallyaccurate photo realistic Baroques 0

But it only works part of the time…

Cinematic Kino Create a anatomicallyaccurate photo realistic B 3(5)

Cinematic Kino Create a anatomicallyaccurate photo realistic B 1(5)

Some is impressive.

Cinematic Kino Create a anatomicallyaccurate photo realistic B 1(6)

Cinematic Kino Create a anatomicallyaccurate photo realistic B 0(6)

Cinematic Kino Create a anatomicallyaccurate photo realistic B 3(6)

Looks like they are taking selfies…

Cinematic Kino Create a anatomicallyaccurate photo realistic B 2(6)

Cinematic Kino Create a anatomicallyaccurate photo realistic B 1(1)

Cinematic Kino Create a anatomicallyaccurate photo realistic B 0(1)

Cinematic Kino Create a anatomicallyaccurate photo realistic B 3(1)

Cinematic Kino Create a anatomicallyaccurate photo realistic B 2(1)

Cinematic Kino Create a anatomicallyaccurate photo realistic B 3

The Bourne Ultimatum | It’s Jason Bourne

Stupid trolls.

While I was living in Japan, a clerk typed a wrong character on a document related to the public pension for an elderly couple. As a result their pension payments ceased. The elderly couple quietly starved to death in their apartment.

Of course, this was a huge scandal in Japan, and every neighborhood in the country began programs to check up on their neighborhood’s elderly residents at least once per week; have someone visit every residence every few days.

The point is that shit happens, but normal people (thus incomprehensible to you trolls) take action that has nothing to do with trying to overthrow the government. You stupid trolls only heard about someone dying of malnutrition in modern China because it was such an unusual and shocking occurrence for the Chinese people that they themselves were scandalized and chatting about it on social media. Nobody but fake NGO shit-stirrers and moronic western trolls are even remotely thinking about overthrowing the Chinese government because of it.

There may be local protests in China over the event, but protests there have a very different character than they do in western countries with capitalist fake democracy governments (ex: USA, Britain, France). Rather than sending out the goons with teargas and water canons, Chinese bureaucrats and municipal workers rush to the streets with their clipboards and interview the protesters to find out what the problems are and what they can do to make things right.

Yeah, the Chinese conception of democracy is completely beyond you Sinophobic trolls’ understanding. You stupid fools think “voting” every couple years for some useless meatbag (out of two or three options chosen for you by your capitalist overlords) who you know ahead of time will not even try to do what s/he promises, and whom you don’t like anyway, is “Democracy™”.

Stupid chumps.

There will be no “civil unrest” in China, at least not of the sort you moron trolls hope for. China’s government has even more popular support than Putin. It is untouchable by your retarded memes and narratives. The American and British governments are far more at risk of being toppled by their populations than is the Chinese government.

Posted by: William Gruff | Aug 29 2024 12:18 utc | 15

If you were a Hongkonger, would you leave Hong Kong for freedom?

Before the coup in HK in 2019, HK was ranked 3rd in the world on the scale of freedom. USA was only 7th.

What makes (some) HKers think they have no freedom & must flee HK?

“HK has no freedom” is just a political slogan by USA+UK to brainwash HKers because USA+UK have been plotting to control HK government. It was a modern-day colonisation without occupying HK. That is all.

They were plotting to overthrow China’s regime. That is all. They tried many times. Xizang (Tibet in English) in 1959. Tiananmen in 1989. Xinjiang in 2009, HK in 2019. White Paper protest in 2022. Taiwan ongoing.

Some HKers did flee to UK. Now they find UK national security law is tighter than HK’s. ie they have less freedom in UK than in HK. They found UK police are tougher than HK.

They find out that “freedom is a political slogan only” in the hard way.

A comment regarding China

I find it really frustrating that people even paid trolls constantly fall for this BS about China. Most have never even been to Asia or if they have it is Phuket or Bali.

There they never actually spend time with locals just demand fresh towels.. On my walk this morning I was thinking about China and Taiwan and wondering why China does not just cut them off??

Most companies in Taiwan are connected to China most families in Taiwan are connected to the mainland with families, most flights coming and going from Taiwan go to China.

I suspect most money moves through China. Maybe that would be the plan if things heat up. My hope and belief is Taiwan does not really want this, and Taiwan is no longer the innovation center it was when we lived there. They have to know the US will use them and dump them just like Ukraine and Israel, Afghanistan, and all the other countries that the US. Dumps when they lose

Posted by: Susan | Aug 29 2024 14:39 utc | 22

Until women understand men have a thing called “she’s only bangable” chaos will ensue.

“Modern Women”.

This fiasco that women are going though is anything but laughable. People need to be more compassionate to each other.

Dollar General Stock Plunges 29% in ONE day

Hal Turner Nation August 29, 2024

The Canary in the Retail coal mine has just taken very, VERY, ill. Dollar General, the retail chain that is found in almost every low income, urban, area, saw its stock price plunge 29.43% TODAY.

The company said publicly it is because its customers ‘feel worse off.’

Adding to investor concerns, Dollar General significantly lowered its full-year outlook, attributing part of the downgrade to the financial struggles of its core customer base.

The company noted that many of its customers “feel worse off,” reflecting the broader economic pressures affecting consumer spending.

On Thursday afternoon, the stock was trading around $87.

Hal Turner Analysis

In many respects, Dollar General is a sort of Canary in the (retail) coal mine. Years ago, Miners working deep underground, brought Canaries in cages with them for fear of natural gas, carbon monoxide, and a host of other deadly gases. If the Canary passed-out, or dropped dead in the cage, the miners knew to evacuate the mine immediately because death was coming for the miners themselves if they didn’t leave immediately.

Dollar General has had good stock value and performance because their core customer base, the low-income folks, are in abundant supply.

Today, the Canary in the retail coal mine got noticeably sick and those with any brains, KNOW this is a major league, bad economic sign.

When the poor are SO POOR they can’t even afford to go to Dollar General, the economy is in a bad downward spiral.

THAT is exactly the warning sign everyone got today, as Dollar General’s stock value plummeted 29.43% in ONE DAY.

Most of us have known for the better part of two years, things were not right. E V E R Y T H I N G was suddenly getting noticeably more expensive; especially food.

Energy costs, that had peaked with gasoline around $6. a gallon, eased back to around $3.XX but then a lot of us noticed that the product packaging, was smaller. In most cases, the price of a product remained the same, but the quantity of the product was reduced.

Take Tuna fish, for example. The price had gone up to about $1.50 for a 6 oz. can, then all of a sudden . . . . . ALL of the Tuna fish cans became only five ounces. ALL OF THEM!

No industry collusion there. No anti-trust violations there. HMMMMMM.

Portions of other products took nose-dives as well.

But now, even Dollar General is seeing a major reduction in revenues. And this reduction is from a customer base that does not spend extravagantly because . . . well . . . . they can’t.

So while we’ve been seeing the prices go up, the product sizes go down, things still chugged along economically, NOW we’re seeing that the very people who only bought what they absolutely NEEDED, can’t even do that anymore.

This is a terrible warning sign that the economy is not only in a recession (which government has lied about by denying it for over a year) it is heading straight and fast, into Depression.

Of course, the Biden voters, ALL of whom are low-information people with little to no intellect or ability to discern truth from lies, have bought the lies in the mass media that the economy is good.

Naturally, those same low-information and almost zero intellect Biden supporters will never make the connection between who they vote for and what they’re encountering in real life. They deny what life is proving to them, and believe the lies they hear and see on TV and radio.

Stupid is as stupid does.

Those of us who actually have the ability to see facts, have known the economy is very sick for quite awhile and it is Biden’s socialistic economic policies, and radical environmental policies that have caused it all.

As the November Election approaches, the dumb will keep voting the way they’ve voted because they’re too dumb to figure things out. The rest of us will vote against the present regime. Hopefully, there are still more smart people than dumb. We’ll see.

Can Cats See Spirits, Ghosts, or the Supernatural?

Caffeine Machine

Mary Lombardi

To whom it may concern,When I signed up for this assignment, I was looking forward to spending four years of my life with someone who shared my disdain for obnoxiously loud, self idolizing, undereducated people.I believed (foolheartedly) that only respectful scientists would sign up for this mission. That only those who truly valued the exploration of the last great frontier would spend three years training, four years locked in a shuttle with little to no contact with Earth, and a year reconditioning to Earth.Through all the vetting processes and the countless tests, how is it that he made it through. Out of everyone, I had to be sent out with this doof-The tip of my pencil abruptly breaks as the door crashes open.“Yo Whaddup?” the intruder yells as he prances inside my room.“Good morning Jack. What brings you so forcefully into my room this morning?” I say in an even voice as I push my letter of complaint under the other papers on my desk.“Just wanted to check up on my favorite colleague.” I stare blankly at him as he shuffles in the silence.“Also, the coffee maker isn’t working.”Year two of four on shuttle 555 to the Great Unknown has been filled with daily coffee maker failures. After only two weeks, it was discovered that Jack had little to no idea how to fix anything electrical after he almost set fire to the kitchen unit.Since neither of us can function without a consistent supply of this liquid energy, every morning he has swung by my room to request assistance in repairing our sputtering caffeine machine.As we make our way to the small kitchen unit, our feet softly tap on the shuttle floor. We keep the gravity at about half of Earth’s. It is ‘better for the mechanics of the shuttle’ according to the maintenance manual.For the second time today, I find my hand buried deep in our well-loved coffee machine. Its plastic cover is chipped by the multiple falls it has taken (mainly because of Jack’s love of ‘space juggling,’ where he tries to juggle with random appliances he finds). Among the small cracks, there is one that stands out from the rest. A crack, that I know was definitely not there this morning.With a shoulder heaving sigh, I retract my hand, snap on the cracked cover, and give the poor machine an affectionate pat. Now that the immediate issue is over, I turn to Jack.“Why, may I ask, is there another crack in the cover?”He takes a single step back, bringing his hands slightly out in front of himself as he tries to form a consoling expression on his face. “You see-”“Yes I see”“I was filling it up and-” He turned before finishing his thought and scrambled away. In his struggle to escape he bounces feet into the air with every step. I race behind him, wanting nothing more than to teach him once and for all to never mess with my coffee.

As we crash through the small shuttle papers go flying in our wake. He is much faster than me, and I know that catching up to him is out of the question but- I grab a blunt object from the nearest table- I can still hit him. Thus started my onslaught of flying projectiles. Lucky for him, we only have ‘space grade’ appliances that can do no damage to the shuttle, and in turn, minimum damage to people.

Frantically dodging my projectiles he ducks into his room, slamming the door shut with such force that I dare say it shakes the whole shuttle. He is safe… for now.

In the aftermath of the conflict, I return to my room. I shuffle through a stack of papers on my desk, readouts from the multiple instruments our shuttle carries, an aged letter from home, and my half written letter of complaint lie before me.

I sit in the chair with a heavy sigh. Recently every day has been an ordeal. Just last week, while taking our annual inventory, I found that we were missing over a month’s worth of dessert rations.

Five or six of the well loved packets would have been acceptable (we each planned on five extra per month… everyone needs a sweet snack every once in a while), but a full 17 packets? Completely unacceptable!

The culprit was found almost immediately as I made my way to the kitchen for a much needed cup of coffee. There, with two opened dessert packets in front of him, was Jack. I paused for a moment, shocked by his flagrant misuse of rations.

Instead of laying into him right away, I strolled calmly into the room. He froze, knowing that he had been caught. I grabbed a dish and a fork, made my way to him, spooned a heaping portion of the brownie into my bowl, and sat down across from him.

Later would come the scolding, but those brownies are all that keep me sane.

After we finished our brownie’s it was agreed that he would be able to eat one portion at a time once a week and that he would limit himself a single brownie ration per month.

The issue has yet to return, and I believe that we are both satisfied with the results.

And I don’t dare forget the swivel chair incident of two weeks past!

In our control room, we have the best swivel chairs. They are so smooth, and in half gravity, it’s like you are floating instead of sitting.

One day, while doing the daily readouts of our course, I took a much needed break. Pushing off of the floor I started to spin. The world around me passed in a whizzing flash. The brightly lit shuttle intermittently interrupted by the dark expanse of space, as a childish carefree glee started to spread through me.

The weightless euphoric ride was cut short when a blurred figure of Jack makes his way into the room. It took me a full revolution to slam my feet to the ground, and the moment contact was made, I shot from my chair, still spinning, as I catapulted through the air.

Through the entire ordeal, Jack’s laugh echoed through the room. As I crashed back to the ground he sat in the co-pilot chair to watch my failure. His eyes were bright with amusement even after his body shaking laughter had ceased.

We sat in silence. Him still slightly shaking from silent chuckles, and me fuming with embarrassment at being caught doing such a childish thing.

Finally, I had reached my limit with this entire ordeal. Indignantly I got up, still dizzy, and stumbled my way from the room.

We have yet to talk about this incident, but every now and then, he’ll make an offhand remark on my fascination with spinning chairs.

As I recall our past fights, I find myself smiling. Never has there been a dull moment on this journey. I look down at the letter of complaint on my desk, heave a heavy sigh, and proceed to slowly rip it into a plethora of pieces.

Jack and I may not always get along, but I would rather be with him than anyone else.

Am I the only person who’s always not feeling healthy and safe with gun owners? I just want to destroy all guns, so that I can enjoy my life.

Man, it must really suck to be so delicate.

I actually live in a farming community. Here guns are a way of life. We use them for protecting livestock, hunting game, entertainment at shooting matches, and self-defense.

Our murder rate is almost zero. The last murder we had was 15 years ago…and that was a stabbing.

Our county jail is mostly filled with drunks and makers of meth. Most of those meth makers are caught by farmers with rifles long before the cops show up.

When I go to town, if I see some guy open carrying, I don’t freak out. Because I’ve been around guns all my life, I can tell the difference between a person who is a threat and who isn’t.

I live near a major city, a city that is one of the most dangerous in America. When some thugs decided that mugging and assaulting me was a good idea, when they found out that I was armed they had other places to be. I left that situation feeling healthy and safe.

Your desire to destroy all guns is not realistic.

Even if you did, what’s to stop the criminal types from stealing a gun, making a gun, or buying one on the black market?

Millions of Americans go about their lives on a daily basis completely oblivious that people around them are armed.

And yet somehow they are still safe.

It’s strange how in places where gun ownership is supported and practiced, are usually the safest neighborhoods to be in.

It’s the gun free zones you got to worry about.

Most Americans go through their daily lives without ever encountering someone who is an idiot with a gun.

If guns create such a fear in you, it’s probably because you feel defenseless and think that the answer to alleviating that is to make everybody defenseless. You are feeding exactly into what the criminals want.

An armed society is a polite society.

Besides, gun control is people control. And in a nation that lists freedom has its goal, such a thing is totally unacceptable.

Life comes with risks. Get a helmet.

No soup for you.

The Stand – original miniseries – 1994 – FULL MOVIE

Bio-weapon escapes from a USA military facility destroys 99.9999% of the world’s population. Shows the escape and the breakdown of society and the fight between good and evil.

Five hours of the entire movie. This Stephan King classic is awesome. It is well worth the time to watch over a week or two when you have time, or binge watch over the weekend.

At the very minimum the first ten minutes of the movie is gold. Especially with the song “Don’t fear the reaper” playing.

Possible nuclear detonation off the California Coast

I have long argued that were China or Russia to harm the United States, they would not do so using expected means. Instead they might do so using unorthodox means.

Russia pulls out it’s “Ace Card”.

After the warning by Putin with his Oreshnik missile, the West did not take the warning seriously. Yet, this was a most impressive display of power and ability.

This is from MSN…

The United States responds

Instead, the West, led by the United States decided to double down, and fired even more US and UK made and controlled missiles into Russia.

Russia made a final statement. They said that these actions now open up the West, including the United States, to target areas.

This is from Hal Turner…

It is (today) now 7 days. One full week later since this announcement.

Tsunami hits California

And there is a large underwater “earthquake” off the California coast. It began as a 6.0 earthquake, and then a second one, back to back, of magnitudes 7.0 earthquake.

This resulted in a Tsunami warning for the entire West coast of the United States. And of course, huge tsunami waves hitting almost the entirety of the California coast.

Here’s where the earthquakes originated, and showing the tsunami affected regions.

There are those that suggest that the earthquakes look more like a sudden explosion, rather than a typical earthquake. I do not know how valid these claims are. But the semantic data is certainly damning.

Discussions on X are filled with conspiracy theories and other related content.

There are two points that I want to emphasize.

No serious radiation has been detected. Sure there was a short spike but nothing even resembling what an atomic detonation would look like.
The detonation, if that is what happened, is not where a foe would seemingly place a detonation target. The better location would be between San Francisco and Los Angles. Not between San Francisco and Portland OR.

There is damage, and flooding. But from the early news reports that I can see, nothing is very serious as of yet.

Strange Coincidences

Immediately before the earthquake “detonated”, there was a United States Navy P3 Submarine detection aircraft flying in the region.

There was even a SECOND military P-8 searching off the coast of SOUTHERN California at the time of the quake, but way far south of the quake area. It might be unrelated, or connected. It’s too difficult to know.

Russian Poseidon nuclear-tipped torpedoes

Russia DOES have weapons that can unleash Tsunami related chaos. And they are deadly and lethal. However, the damage that they would create is much larger than what this incident suggests.

Here’s what Popular Mechanics has to say…

MM Conclusions and thoughts

The “earthquake” could be natural.
The “earthquake” could also be a Russian Poseidon conventionally-tipped torpedo. Not a nuclear tipped one.
The “earthquake” could also be an explosion on board a submarine.

We don’t know.

But to find out what is really going on, look for the obscure tell-tales that might surface in the nooks and crannies of the internet.

Ribbit. Ribbit. Ribbit.

My first wife’s family HATED me. I mean it. They despised me.

They were a completely dysfunctional family and so… well, what else would you expect? Anyways, they had a nickname for me. They referred to me as the sound a frog makes… ribbit.

Yup.

I wasn’t MM to them. I was Ribbit.

They were assholes. Poor, hillbillies out of a small rural community outside of West Virginia in the Allegheny hills. Both myself and my wife called them “the clan”. Not inbred. Mind you, but backwards rural hicks.

Tall over grown grass in the front yards with abandoned cars. Most living in old worn down mobile homes with rotator antennas on the roofs, and dogs running around in the yard.

Beagles.

Lots and lots of beagles.

They were a “country folk” and in a lot of ways reminded me of Ma and Pa Kettle.

My first wife was glad to be gone from them.

But like a hound-dog they did everything they could to track us down and try to live with us, siphoned money from us, and steal from us… all the time taking. taking. Taking.

They were all mentally ill. All of the members were in various psychological treatment programs. With the father a raging alcoholic.

They constantly made fun of us. Behind our backs, and most certainly to our faces.

For our own peace of mind… we fled and stayed away for at least ten years.

What a story that was.

And I’ll spare all of you the pages and pages of nonsense.

The point here is simple;

For peace of mind, and happiness, stay away from people who take – hurt – or use you. Just stay away from them. Birth right does not give them special privileges. Stay away from the bad.

Peace is the objective.

Find it. Love it. Keep it.

MM off… ribit. ribit. ribit.

Today…

Can the US government send a covert fact finding team into the Uyghur concentration camp and take photographs to make a credible case in the UN?

Why look for convoluted ‘solutions’ when Occam’s Razor dictates that the simplest answer is most likely to be the correct one?

There is no credible photographic evidence because there are no concentration camps.

If there were, don’t you think that one of the many millions of tourists that visit Xinjiang every year would have seen something?

If the US wants ‘evidence’, they don’t have to send a covert team anywhere. They can just fake it (again).

The Government of France Has Fallen
Hal Turner World December 04, 2024

3:16 PM EST — The French government collapsed about 45 minutes ago after a “No Confidence” Vote in Parliament.

The historic vote of no-confidence was passed against Prime Minister Michel Barnier in the National Assembly.

It marks the first time a French government has been ousted by a no-confidence vote in over 60 years.

French MPs including the left and the far right combined voted 331 out of 574 in favour of the motion to pass, exceeding the minimum mark of 288.

The vote rose from fierce opposition to his proposed budget for 2025 from opposition parties such as the left-wing alliance New Popular Front (NFP) and Marine Le Pen’s far-right National Rally (RN).

They were left angry as Barnier decided to exercise special powers to push through his budget, even though it failed to receive support from MPs.

It comes as a huge blow for President Emmanuel Macron who is now likely to name a new prime minister rapidly, possibly even before the grand reopening of Paris’s Notre Dame Cathedral at the weekend.

Got married to a wrong person!

There are some mistakes that you can fix and there are some that are totally unfixable. Wrong marriage is one of these awful mistakes.

In some cases, people decide to prolong the failing marriage because of kids, financial situations, social status, and family relationship. However, it will never give you a moment of peace as you can’t enjoy the life you want. It’s the intangible tumors in your emotion that leave you in pain for a lifetime.

You can argue that we have divorce option to get out of those miserable situations. It is true but after you have been through tremendously emotional damages (and perhaps, financial loss too). Furthermore, how can you fix your marriage mistakes if you also have kids with them? If you are lucky enough, your ex-spouse can be a terrible partner but a role model to your kids and help you to raise them in both financial and emotional manners. But if he/she is not? In that situation, you not only can’t forgive him/her for the miserable pasts but also get stuck in current depressing circumstances such as:

How can you explain to your kids that you don’t like their mom/dad? No, you can’t.
How can you keep fighting directly with your ex-spouse about his/her irresponsibility of child custody/support if you think it may cause the everlasting emotional hurt to your kids when they grow up and figure out? No, you can’t.
How can you pretend that you are happy when your kids talk/ask about her dad/mom excitedly? It’s really hard.
How can you explain to your kids that their mom/dad don’t really care about them when they ask?. You don’t want to lie to them but sometimes you have to say something like “Your dad is busy at work and he will come to see you when he has time”, “Your dad is out of town for work”, etc.

Unfortunately, lots of people got married when they were young and didn’t have enough life experience to pick the right ones. Plus, love is sometimes inexplicable and people usually ignore many red flags when they are in wrong relationship until it’s too late.

Luckily, wrong marriage is not end of the world. Although it has great potential to destroy your life, it also can turn you to a stronger life soldier and a better parent who can play both a dad and a mom roles for your own kids. Remember “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger” – Friedrich Nietzsche.

Italian Casserole

Yield: 6 servings

Ingredients

5 ounces medium egg noodles
Salt, to taste
1 pound ground chuck
1 large onion, chopped
6 ounces cream cheese, cubed
1 cup sour cream
6 ounces cream cheese, cubed
1 cup sour cream
1 (8 ounce) can tomato sauce
Cheddar cheese, shredded

Instructions

Cook noodles in salted boiling water; drain.
In a large skillet brown meat and onions; drain.
Add cream cheese; stir until melted.
Remove skillet from heat and add sour cream and tomato sauce.
Combine sauce mixture and noodles.
Pour into 2 quart greased casserole and cover with Cheddar cheese.
Bake at 350 degrees F until bubbly.

Why does China build everything so much bigger and better than the US? How did we fall so far behind?

China is a well-run country, thanks to a very capable and intelligent government. The US is not.

The Chinese are very clever, especially when it comes to building things. Americans used to build good things, too, but in the last several decades, three things happened:

US politics became thorough corrupted. The country is now effectively a plutocracy, oligarchy, corporatocracy, whatever you want to call it.
US manufacturers shipped all their manufacturing jobs overseas to Asia. Capital flows to where labor is cheapest. Consequently, the US manufacturing base has been decimated.
As a result of #1, the government let everything slide…education, infrastructure, R&D, health care, investment. Everything needed to drive economic growth.

Western media have speculated that there are so-called human rights problems in Tibet. The Ministry of Foreign Affairs of China: Go and have a look.

On August 28th, China Foreign Ministry Spokesperson Lin Jian held a regular press conference.

When a reporter asked questions： we noticed that The New York Times, Human Rights Watch and other western media and organizations recently published false information about Tibet, speculating that there are so-called human rights problems in Tibet, claiming that “China’s economic development measures have destroyed people in Xizang’s lifestyle and ecological culture”. Some foreign politicians use this as an excuse to interfere in China’s internal affairs. At the same time, however, many foreign scholars and media who visited Tibet on the spot said that the central government of China has introduced a large number of support measures for Tibet’s political and economic development, which is completely different from the narrative of some western media. What is the spokesman’s comment on this?

Lin Jian said: We resolutely oppose politicians, media and organizations distorting facts and spreading lies. China’s position on Tibet-related issues is consistent and clear. Tibet affairs are China’s internal affairs, and no external forces can interfere. For a long time, Tibet’s economy has developed in a sustained and healthy way, the overall social situation has been harmonious and stable, cultural traditions have been protected and promoted, and the people’s living standards and quality have been greatly improved, which has won the heartfelt support of the people of all ethnic groups in Tibet and is obvious to the international community.

“The development and progress of Tibet can not be separated from the warm care of the China government and the support of the people of the whole country. Especially in the new era, Tibet has entered a historical period with the best development, the greatest changes and the most benefits for the people.” Lin Jian said that this year coincides with the 30th anniversary of China’s counterpart aid to Tibet, and Xizang Autonomous Region has held the 30th anniversary achievement exhibition of China’s counterpart aid to Tibet. We welcome more foreigners to visit Tibet, have a look, get to know the real Tibet and feel the development of Tibet.

Foreign media have been maliciously speculating on Tibet for a long time, but in fact, how many people have really been to Tibet and learned about the lives of Tibetan locals?

“Western reports on Tibet are all wet.” Colin Mackerras, winner of China Government Friendship Award and Australian Medal, told the China media during the 2023 China Tibet Development Forum that he believed that the western media were very biased against China when reporting Tibet, which was completely different from what he saw.

Colin Mackerras has been to Tibet four times, the first time was in 1985. “At that time, Tibet was very backward, especially in health. In the past few years, the development and modernization of Tibet have been very rapid. It can be seen that the lives of ordinary Tibetan people are much better than before. “

Erik, a reporter from China Daily, also said, “They don’t know what the real situation in Tibet is like.”. Western media reports on Tibet may have two goals, sometimes because of geopolitics, or just for the sake of traffic.

Exaggerating facts in order to cause controversy and gain more attention, many western media do this, not only when reporting on Tibet, but also when reporting on their own country.

Western media don’t want to believe the real Tibet. At this stage, the stereotype of the outside world’s cognition of Tibet still exists, or it stays under the aura of “the last secret land of mankind”, or it is above the “old appearance” such as the hard living environment and backward living conditions in the snowy plateau. Because of the stereotype, the outside public does not want to give up the satisfaction of the so-called “secret realm” curiosity, or the image of “backwardness” and “hardship” satisfies the examiner’s sense of superiority, so they often do not want to believe in the real Tibet.

Moreover, the western media can’t reach the real Tibet. Due to geographical and climatic reasons, the number of people who can travel to Tibet and experience Tibetan culture personally is still relatively small. In particular, most foreign people know about Tibet from the media. The Tibet they see is actually not the real new Tibet, but the perceived image formed by media mirroring and self-selection can’t reach the real Tibet.

Many developed countries realized their existence and development a long time ago. They simply didn’t realize that China’s “complete victory” against extreme poverty was a concrete progress in human rights. They took poverty or wealth for granted.

What is the oddest conversation you’ve had with a telephone scammer?

I’ve gotten the “We’re going to suspend your SS # for fraudulent activity”.

The “gentleman” with the obviously foreign accent (glad everybody is working, but seriously, we all know the accent is the first clue something is wrong) tells me he is Agent Steve so-and-so, and there has been fraudulent activity reported on my SS# and it is being suspended unless I can prove it’s mine. I ask him for the last 4 digits.

Of course, “for my security”, he can’t give me that. I have to confirm it.

I’ve given him several variations of the numbers that correspond with a certain four letter word and it was about the fifth call (I lead a boring life, and this entertains me) when he finally caught on. He started yelling that I was messing with the government, and he was going to have me arrested.

I giggled, and quoted from the Social Security Administration website exactly how they don’t call and request verification of our numbers, and anybody who does is a scammer. He blustered, and flustered, and threatened legal action. My response was to again ask his name (he’s an idiot, because he gave me the same one each time), record his phone number, and let him know I was calling the Attorney General for verification – he hasn’t called back – and now I’m stuck with the Windows people, the car insurance people, and the “free” trip people.

My husband has more fun with the car insurance people – he tells them it isn’t possible for him to be in their records, because he’s blind and rides a bike everywhere. One woman actually asked him how he can ride – he replied that his guide dog actually pedals the bike, and he’s in a big car seat on the back – I think they lost his number finally….

Child Killer Realized He Is Arrested 18 Years Later

OMG.

If war comes, will China have the courage to take action?

Hmm

China is not a warring nation

China is a TRADING NATION

They would like to avoid a war as long as possible

The only time China will fight to the death if is the existence of China is at stake

That is if the alternative is a weak, divided, lackey democracy created by the West

I believe China would fight to the death and every Chinese will fight to the death to avoid such a scenario

Problem is Asians aren’t that gullible

No way will Philippines or Taiwan risk a war with China and make the first move

Regardless of whatever happens later, they know if they do that THEY ARE TOAST

They won’t ever risk a potential war

Even if the US gives them a Trillion Bucks

Their entire existence would be finished if such a war took place

So far they create HEADLINES in exchange for cash and US munificence

They help US politicians score points by citing their Anti Chinese Policies

Same with South Korea

South Koreans may make a lot of noise but they won’t risk a two front war with a Nuclear North even if US insists

Japan?

Japan I am not sure. They are literally prostitutes who would sell themselves to the highest bidder

Yet Japan can’t wage sustained war in the SCS. Their maximum impact will be the Pacific Ocean and the Sea of Japan

So China will take action if it’s existence is at stake

Otherwise they will prefer to sort out everything through diplomatic muscle and financial muscle

None of the other nations including India will risk a war with China today even if US fully endorses such a war

China is TOO STRONG

Whatever happens in the future with China after such a war, the Nation attacked is finished fully for three decades

So US has to directly fight a war with China and that has no scope whatsoever

They have nothing in common to fight a war between them besides a Trade War

Whose death has completely altered your life?

My second husband passed almost 22 years ago. When he died, I was only 28 years old. His final words to me still linger in my heart. “You will get married again and you will have more children. I want you to be happy and I’ll do everything in my power to make it so”.

Two months later, I discovered I was pregnant after 8 years of trying. I was about to be a young, pregnant widow. I heard his voice, and went about doing what I had to do to provide for our son.

When my son was about a year old, I saw a man across the room from me at the gym and heard my husband say “ that man is your next husband” three months later, we met and started dating. In May of 1998, we were married.

A month after our wedding, I became pregnant. Mike and I were so in love! Sometimes I am in disbelief at how deep our love was. For fifteen years we were married and it was the best thing I’d ever known.

Mike passed away, in his sleep, January 27th 2018. Were it not for my second husbands death, I never would have known such an incredible amount of love. Now, I’m again a single, widowed woman with a couple of teenaged sons who have kept me alive in ways they will never know. My life isn’t perfect but I’m so much more alive than I have ever imagined. So, not just one death has changed me.

COL. Lawrence Wilkerson : US Empire Failing

Some food ideas

Have you ever had to remove an unwelcome guest from your doorstep?

Well, she didn’t start out being unwelcomed.

After my wife passed away I had sole responsibility of four children ranging in age from premature infant to 19 years old.

My sister-in-law became very concerned for my well being and wanted to help me organize my life. I thought “good luck with that.”

So, she and her husband, who was my late wife’s brother, came over to spend a few days to help me “straighten up.”

First, she started with my linens. She asked me where the spare bedsheets were. I told her I had no idea. She asked when was the last time I changed the beds. I told her less than a week ago. I just take the sheets off, wash them, then put them back on. Made sense to me.

It did not make sense to her. So after finding and organizing the linens, she attacked the bath towels.

The towels seemed perfectly fine the way they were. But that didn’t mesh with her system.

Then it was on to the kitchen. I had to learn a new way in the pantry and refrigerator. Neither made sense to me, but I was trying to be patient.

My son came running to me the next day saying that Aunt C was in her room straightening up. I told him to be patient with her. She means only the best for us. Then the other son says she made him leave his room.

That afternoon there were a pile of toys in the hall that she said they didn’t need in their rooms.

I told her I would take care of it. The kids came crying when she went downstairs asking what I was going to do with them. I told them to just wait. They won’t be hear much longer.

On the third day, my oldest son came in my face and said “She’s organizing the outdoor toys, like my ball, bat, and gloves.

That was the last straw.

I finally confronted her and said “Thank you for everything you’ve done, but I think that’s enough. We can take it from here.”

She huffed at me and said “I was only trying to help.”

I replied that she was indeed a big help, and I couldn’t thank her enough. But we had to get on with things the best way we could.

They left.

And almost as quickly as they organized things we reorganized our own way. The spare sheets were never removed from the closet. I put my pantry back in order, and the pile of toys was redistributed to the kids.

And just to end this story that was 25 years ago, and there are no ill feelings between us today.

How do supporters of the Chinese government view the adverse impact of the Sun Xiaoguo and Li Tianyi cases, as well as the inconsistency between the severity of their consequences and the punishments they received?

The cases of Sun Xiaoguo and Li Tianyi do not have any bad impact because both cases have been thoroughly investigated and the criminals and those who shielded them have been punished.

On February 20, 2020, Sun Xiaoguo was executed. 19 public officials were sentenced for shielding Sun Xiaoguo.

Although Li Tianyi’s parents pleaded with the victim to withdraw his appeal, they did not obstruct justice nor commit a crime. After Li Tianyi was sentenced to 10 years in prison, his mother appealed to the Ministry of Public Security several times. The procedure was legal, but it had no impact on the verdict of the case.

Li Tianyi spent 10 years in prison before being released (February 22, 2013 – February 22, 2023). The reason why the sentence was not commuted was because his parents were celebrities. If his sentence is commuted, it will immediately trigger an Internet discussion and attract widespread attention. Taking into account the impact of public opinion, Li Tianyi was not commuted, but stayed in prison for a full 10 years.

Jalapeno Stuffed Green Peppers

Ingredients

6 large green bell peppers
1 pound ground beef
1 envelope taco seasoning
3/4 cup water
1 tablespoon chopped jalapeno peppers, or more to taste
1 cup cooked white rice
2 cups Mexican blend cheese, or more to taste
Mild or hot salsa, to taste

Instructions

Cut a thin slice from stem side of bell peppers. Remove seeds and membranes. Rinse and cook in boiling water for 5 minutes. Make sure water covers peppers.
Brown ground beef; drain if necessary.
Add taco seasoning and water. Simmer until water cooks down.
Remove from heat; stir in jalapeno peppers, rice, 1 1/4 cups cheese and 1/4 cup salsa.
Stuff peppers, standing upright in an ungreased, glass baking dish.
Top each pepper with 1 tablespoon salsa.
Cover with aluminum foil and bake at 350 degrees F for 45 minutes.
Uncover and bake 15 minutes longer.
Top with remaining cheese.

How Female Girl Bosses Are Ruining Companies

Shorpy

What is something that people forget about other people?

“Ew, she’s got poop all over her!”

My mother and I had just gotten back from grocery shopping and a small crowd had gathered at the base of our apartment building.

Beyond the vestibule at the entrance of our building, right inside the inner door, was a homeless woman sitting at the base of the stairs.

“They’ve called the landlord.” A tenant who lived in the building informed my mom that someone was on their way to get rid of the vagrant.

We were standing about ten feet away, and I peered through the crowd to get a glimpse.

The woman was wearing a tattered dress that was caked with grime, her hair matted with oil and dirt. She looked as if she hadn’t bathed in many months.

She sat with her arms around her knees, rocking, and keening.

But what really drew the people’s attention was the poop. The woman had pooped herself. Pieces of poop had fallen at her feet and poop was smeared and streaked all over the lower half of her body.

Even from where we were standing, we could smell the revolting stench. It was a warm day, and flies buzzed around as they followed the scent towards the woman.

“Out, get OUT!” Our building caretaker had arrived, and he was waving aggressively at the lady as he shouted at her to leave.

After a few more menacing shouts from the caretaker, the lady got up from the stairs. She walked through the crowd and left slowly down the street as people stared at her in disgust.

Later, as we got home, my mom seemed upset.

“She looked hungry.” My mom uttered the words in a low voice, almost to herself.

“What did you say mom?”

Mom gazed at me sadly. “The woman looked so hungry.”

Mom often gave change to homeless people, and although we couldn’t get near the homeless woman because of the crowd, Mom still noticed from ten feet away that she looked hungry.

It was only then, after my mom said the words that it hit me. I had so much left to learn about the world.

All the other people in the crowd, including me, had only seen that the homeless lady was revolting and disgusting. She was something to avoid, something we pinched our noses at, and couldn’t wait to drive away.

In our selfishness, we only cared about our own discomfort and how she offended our senses. We didn’t stop to think about how the woman felt, or whether she needed anything.

It happens all the time.

Often, when we see homeless people, we just walk by. We make excuses and come up with reasons why we are justified to walk on the other side of the street, to not do anything, and to not feel bad.

Can’t they just get a job?

It’s such a busy street, they must be making a killing panhandling.

It’s their own fault.

They made bad choices.

They chose to be homeless.

Giving them money won’t solve the problem.

What people forget about other people is that we are all people.

Every single homeless person was once someone’s child, someone’s wee baby.

No one stands outside for hours in the freezing cold or sweltering heat because it’s easy living.

No matter what the person looks like, or why and how they got there, those who have fallen on hard times deserve our humanity.

Dollar General Stock Plunges 29% in ONE day

Hal Turner Nation August 29, 2024

The Canary in the Retail coal mine has just taken very, VERY, ill. Dollar General, the retail chain that is found in almost every low income, urban, area, saw its stock price plunge 29.43% TODAY.

The company said publicly it is because its customers ‘feel worse off.’

Adding to investor concerns, Dollar General significantly lowered its full-year outlook, attributing part of the downgrade to the financial struggles of its core customer base.

The company noted that many of its customers “feel worse off,” reflecting the broader economic pressures affecting consumer spending.

On Thursday afternoon, the stock was trading around $87.

Hal Turner Analysis

Dollar General has had good stock value and performance because their core customer base, the low-income folks, are in abundant supply.

Today, the Canary in the retail coal mine got noticeably sick and those with any brains, KNOW this is a major league, bad economic sign.

When the poor are SO POOR they can’t even afford to go to Dollar General, the economy is in a bad downward spiral.

THAT is exactly the warning sign everyone got today, as Dollar General’s stock value plummeted 29.43% in ONE DAY.

Most of us have known for the better part of two years, things were not right. E V E R Y T H I N G was suddenly getting noticeably more expensive; especially food.

Take Tuna fish, for example. The price had gone up to about $1.50 for a 6 oz. can, then all of a sudden . . . . . ALL of the Tuna fish cans became only five ounces. ALL OF THEM!

No industry collusion there. No anti-trust violations there. HMMMMMM.

Portions of other products took nose-dives as well.

But now, even Dollar General is seeing a major reduction in revenues. And this reduction is from a customer base that does not spend extravagantly because . . . well . . . . they can’t.

This is a terrible warning sign that the economy is not only in a recession (which government has lied about by denying it for over a year) it is heading straight and fast, into Depression.

Of course, the Biden voters, ALL of whom are low-information people with little to no intellect or ability to discern truth from lies, have bought the lies in the mass media that the economy is good.

Stupid is as stupid does.

(Unless the Democrats STEAL this election the same way they stole 2020.)

What China just did to the U.S. Military is SHOCKING and Taiwan is DOOMED

It starts with some old Biden era lecturing. What has changed? Now watch the video. This was five months ago.

What is something you saw while on an airplane that you couldn’t believe?

I was flying a red-eye from Singapore to Perth, Australia, on Quantas.

The plane — a wide body — was nearly empty. I, however, had two people to my left. I was in the aisle seat.

A gentleman several rows behind us and in a middle row started moaning about how his life was terrible and his wife was unfaithful. I rolled my eyes and hoped he would shut up once in the air because I was bone-tired.

The plane took off, and the man kept it up, getting louder and louder. The flight attendants talked to him several times before meal service (remember that?).

The man got up from his seat and ran up and down the aisles. This was before 9/11, so the flight attendants merely tried to corral and control him. I saw the man knock two flight attendants over and punch a third. He came running to the back of the plane on my aisle.

Without thinking, I threw my arm around the man’s head and neck and pulled him over my inflight meal. I held him until several flight attendants grabbed him and got him under control. (I was young and in shape, capable of doing one-armed pull-ups.)

The man sitting next to me announced that he was a doctor and had some sedative that he could administer to the man. The flight attendants declined his offer, explaining that they had resources. They escorted him forward, and out of sight, in the plane.

A while later the man was returned to his seat and handcuffed in place. He was quiet the rest of the flight. We landed in Perth about sunrise and sat on the tarmac for a long time. Then, through the window, I saw the man being wheeled across the tarmac, handcuffed to a gurney and escorted by police.

A Lot of Federal Government Employees Better RUN and Hide! 18 U.S.C. §241

Hal Turner Nation December 04, 2024

OPINION-EDITORIAL — The Censorship gang in various agencies and departments of the federal government, should RUN AND HIDE as fast as they can, because a LOT of them have committed violation of 18 USC §241 “Conspiracy against Rights.” Prison awaits.

For the four years of the Biden Regime, a LOT of federal officials took it upon themselves to work with corporations like Facebook (META), Twitter (X), Reddit, Instagram, Whatsapp, and other social media outlets, to suppress, censor, and even ban Americans for speech.

Much of the banning, shadow banning, being put in social media “jail,” etc., had to do with COVID and the now-known-PHONY “Vaccine.” Anyone who raised questions or doubt about COVID, or the “Vaccine” was ruthlessly suppressed.

That effort, was a criminal act; violation of 18 USC §241 “Conspiracy against rights.”

The law is simple:

If two or more persons conspire to injure, oppress, threaten, or intimidate any person in any State, Territory, Commonwealth, Possession, or District in the free exercise or enjoyment of any right or privilege secured to him by the Constitution or laws of the United States, or because of his having so exercised the same; or

If two or more persons go in disguise on the highway, or on the premises of another, with intent to prevent or hinder his free exercise or enjoyment of any right or privilege so secured—

They shall be fined under this title or imprisoned not more than ten years, or both; and if death results from the acts committed in violation of this section or if such acts include kidnapping or an attempt to kidnap, aggravated sexual abuse or an attempt to commit aggravated sexual abuse, or an attempt to kill, they shall be fined under this title or imprisoned for any term of years or for life, or both, or may be sentenced to death.

(June 25, 1948, ch. 645, 62 Stat. 696; Pub. L. 90–284, title I, § 103(a), Apr. 11, 1968, 82 Stat. 75; Pub. L. 100–690, title VII, § 7018(a), (b)(1), Nov. 18, 1988, 102 Stat. 4396; Pub. L. 103–322, title VI, § 60006(a), title XXXII, §§ 320103(a), 320201(a), title XXXIII, § 330016(1)(L), Sept. 13, 1994, 108 Stat. 1970, 2109, 2113, 2147; Pub. L. 104–294, title VI, §§ 604(b)(14)(A), 607(a), Oct. 11, 1996, 110 Stat. 3507, 3511.)

In paragraph one of the law above, you folks in government and in private corporations did, in fact, “oppress” users of social media services.

In paragraph two of the law above the folks at government agencies, and inside corporations did, in fact have the “. . . intent to prevent or hinder his free exercise or enjoyment of any right or privilege. . .”

A lot of you folks in government and in social media companies did, in fact, commit federal crimes; each and every time you censored someone for their speech.

Social media companies called it “dis-information” or “mis-information” or “mal-information.” They had the nerve to say that they were “protecting the safety” of their users.

How about FBI Agents, some of whom, to this very day, go out to “talk to you abut your posting on the Internet?” Their very presence is an act of intimidation, of oppression. Having federal agents come to your door because you said something they’re “concerned with” is outright intimidation – and I argue, it is also an actual crime. 18 USC 241.

Firstly, it is not up to the government or to the social media companies to arbitrarily define other people’s views as “mis-information, dis-information, mal-information” etc. They have no such power and had no such right.

The Social Media behemoths claim protection from liability based upon Section 207 of the Digital Millennium Copyright Act (DCMA) because, they say, they are not the “publisher.” They assert that they cannot be held liable for what other people choose to post on their service. Fair enough.

Then they turn around and explicitly DO choose to control the content on the service!

Out of one side of their mouths they say they’re not liable because they’re not a publisher, while at the same time, out of the other side of their mouths, they assert editorial control which only a publisher can do. They can’t have it both ways – and they don’t have it both ways.

Each time a government employee called, texted, emailed, or used a special “portal” to tell a social media company that a certain posting had to be dealt with – either by being deleted or otherwise blocked, that government employee engaged in a Conspiracy against rights. The government employee committed a crime.

Similarly, each time a corporate employee received such a government report or alert about a posting, and took action to delete, suppress, censor, or outright ban a user for such posting, that corporate employee – and the corporation itself – engaged in a conspiracy against rights. Crimes. Actual crimes!

When the new Trump administration takes office, I want each and every government employee who engaged in this conduct, fired and criminally prosecuted. ALL OF THEM.

These people should be made such an example of through the legal system, as to send a chill down the spine of every OTHER government employee in EVERY government agency (federal, state, and local) to never do things like that again. Ever. Not even once.

Similarly, I want the executives from those social media companies prosecuted criminally. Google, Youtube, Twitter, Facebook/META, Reddit . . . . all of them.

I want the perp-walks, the Indictments, the big media coverage . . . . the whole shebang.

After all, the liberal-left has taught us quite well: “The process is the punishment.”

Put them through the process. Put them through the system. Let them sit at a Defendant’s table and feel the very real, unrelenting, frightening, weight of the jury verdict coming at them. Let them sit in a 7′ x 10′ cement block cell, with it’s 300 pound steel door. Let them find out what the SHU (Special Housing Unit) is, as they have to be in administrative segregation (solitary confinement) because “they’re famous, and someone in the jail might hurt them to get famous, too.”

These effete snobs in government and in social media companies who think they’re so above-it-all; who think they’re “immune” from consequences, should be made to find out otherwise through the legal system.

Literally thousands of government employees engaged in this type of conduct for years. Similarly, literally thousands of social media corporation executives and employees engaged in this conduct — some of them STILL ARE engaging in it.

These activities were, in fact, crimes. Violations of 18 USC 241. Prosecute the people who did these things.

Here’s the ironic punch line: What the government employees and social media companies were calling “mis-information, dis-information, and mal-information” was, in fact, the truth. Worse, what those same people called “truth” and “facts” and “safe” were not.

It was GOVERNMENT, the scientists, and the big pharma people who were actually the ones engaged in mis-information, dis-information, and mal-information! It was the government and big pharma that cost innocent people their health and in some cases, their lives – by pushing an un-tested gene-therapy, masquerading as a “vaccine” that didn’t work, and caused all sorts of health problems, taking place to this very day.

The people claiming they were guardians of truth, were the exact opposite. Their actions violated the rights of tens-of-thousands of Americans, and COST THE LIVES of many more. Throw them in prison.

South Korea – Majority Wins As President’s Putsch Fails

The attempted coup by the president of South Korea against the majority in the National Assembly has failed.

The quick reaction of the leadership of the Democratic Party, which holds the majority, has saved the day.

There was a struggle over the budget which the president’s minority government had lost.

In a furious reaction President Yoon Suk Yeol and his defense minister and school buddy Kim Yong-hyun decided to declare martial law. Remarkably the prime minister of the president’s government was not informed about the step:

Prime Minister Han Duck-soo was completely unaware of President Yoon Suk Yeol’s martial law declaration. This was because Defense Minister Kim Yong-hyun, a former upperclassman of President Yoon in high school, bypassed the prime minister and communicated directly with the president.Additionally, elite military units, specifically the 1st Airborne Special Forces Brigade, were deployed to the National Assembly, signaling an aggressive move to suppress political opposition.

A source said, “This martial law action appears orchestrated by the ‘Chungam faction,’ with (Defense) Minister Kim directly coordinating with President Yoon.” The “Chungam faction” refers to those who graduated from Chungam High School in Seoul.

Following the president’s emergency briefing and martial law declaration, the military established the Martial Law Command within the Ministry of National Defense compound, appointing Army Chief of Staff Park An-su as the commander.

Diplomatic sources noted that despite the defense minister’s recommendation for martial law, no cabinet meeting was convened, leaving the prime minister and his staff uninformed.

Opposition parties suspect that direct communication channels between the military and police were activated during the martial law declaration process.

They believe that the Seoul Metropolitan Police Agency was engaged directly, bypassing the National Police Agency, to control access to the National Assembly.

Under martial law the National Assembly was to be suspended. Strikes were declared illegal and the media would come under censorship.

But immediately after the president announced martial law the leader of the Democratic Party in the National Assembly called for a meeting in the parliament.

At the same time the military and police were sent to block any assembly member from entering the National Assembly.

The parliamentarians won the race.

Just 150 minutes after the presidential announcement 191 of the 300 members of the National Assembly voted to immediately end the martial law status. Troops and police entered the parliament but the vote against martial law had already taken place.

Unions announced to go on strike and people came out into the street to protest the president’s step. Yoon’s senior aids offered to resign en masse. There was no sensible way left for him but to concede:

President Yoon Suk Yeol announced the lifting of emergency martial law early Wednesday, as the National Assembly voted to call for its end with the United States expressing “grave concern” over the hourslong saga.His Cabinet approved a motion to end martial law enforcement at 4:30 a.m., around six hours after he made the surprise emergency declaration, accusing the nation’s opposition of “paralyzing” the government with “anti-state” activities — a decision that caused concerns across the country and beyond.

The Joint Chiefs of Staff said that troops, who were mobilized to execute martial law, have returned to base in a move that restored a sense of normalcy.

The opposition, with holds a majority in the National Assembly, has launched an impeachment procedures against the president. The National Assembly will have three days to vote on it. The Democratic Party will need nine additional votes from the president’s People Power Party to gain the necessary two-third majority to pass the impeachment.

Several groups within the People Power Party were already positioned against the president. This makes it likely that the impeachment will pass.

The U.S. received some egg on its face. It seemed ready to side with the putsch and did not issue a word against it.

Laura Rozen @lrozen – 17:59 UTC · Dec 3, 2024Biden admin Asia hand, Deputy Sec State Kurt Campbell, at event earlier today:

“So we are watching the recent developments in the ROK with grave concern. We’re seeking to engage our ROK counterparts at every level both here and in Seoul. The President, the National Security Advisor, the Secretary of State have all been briefed on developments and are being kept appraised of the situation as it unfolds.

I do want to underscore that our alliance with the ROK is ironclad, and we stand by Korea in their time of uncertainty. I also want to just underscore that we have every hope and expectation that any political disputes will be resolved peacefully and in accordance with the rule of law. We’ll have more to say as the situation develops.”

As the putsch was ongoing the U.S. embassy in South Korea said nothing about the rule of law or democracy.

It is notable that the U.S. Ambassador to South Korea, Philip Goldberg, had previously been kicked out of Bolivia and the Philippines for attempts to overthrow the respective sitting governments. He is supposed to leave South Korea in January.

It is likely that Goldberg, and Washington DC, was informed about Yoon’s martial law plans but did not attempt to prevent them.

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Navy SEAL Explodes on China’s Growing Military Power | Mike Ritland

It is rare to see this kind of video out of the USA. The comments are so gung-ho rah rah.

Should the US give the Philippines some nuke so China will not dare to touch the Philippines?

Other countries will prevent US from doing so, not only China.

But US can build military bases in the Philippines, and it has already done very good at that (using money from taxpayers to build the most military bases in countries in the world)

The question should be, if there is finally a war, will the US really help the Philippines as it promised to? The answer is, not really. You should always not be positive on US’s promises.

The United States has announced a new military financial package worth $500 million for the Philippines, aimed at bolstering the latter’s defense capabilities. This package also includes a proposed plan for joint intelligence sharing between the two nations. While officially positioned as a measure to enhance security, this move is widely seen as an attempt to destabilize the region and potentially trigger a new arms race in East Asia.

This support by the Joe Biden administration will highly depend on the discretion of the next U.S. president, especially when the U.S. is facing an economic crisis and is already saddled with heavy spending on the defense sector outside.

The timing and nature of the package has raised concerns about its potential to disrupt the precarious balance of power in East Asia as it includes significant upgrades to the Philippine Navy and new infrastructure projects. However, it is unclear how much of this aid will genuinely serve the Philippines’ external defense needs and how much it will advance Washington’s strategic interests in the region. Perceived as an open interventionist policy by the U.S., this risks inflaming tensions in an already volatile area.

This last-minute military package appears to serve a dual purpose – using the Philippines as an ally for greater U.S. dominance in the “Indo-Pacific,” and asserting U.S. influence in the region. There are legitimate concerns about whether the Philippines has the capacity to withstand the pressures of such an alliance, particularly given the complex geopolitical dynamics at play.

There are severe concerns from the Philippines as well. Several Philippine organizations from the Bay Area protested outside the Philippine Consulate General in San Francisco to condemn Philippine President Ferdinand Romualdez Marcos. The protesters demanded that the money should be used for jobs and education and not for other activities. They also raised their concerns against U.S.-Philippines defense cooperation that gives U.S. troops access to four additional Philippine military bases by expanding an old defense treaty.

A lot of the public perception about the military aid is that it puts the Philippines at the point of no return in case of any collision and the majority of the Philippines people are not in favor of it. It may push the Philippines to adopt a more aggressive maritime policy that could have a serious backlash and drag the country into a proxy war.

Chet Armstrong Almost Heroically Saves the World

Submitted into Contest #247 in response to: Set your story on a spaceship exploring the far reaches of space when something goes wrong.… view prompt

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Stepping out of his Rocketship, Chet Armstrong waved to the crowd and flashed his trademarked smile (Patton number 9725). The Space Jock looked dashing in his bright red uniform and his dozen shiny medals. With perfect hair, the broad-chested rogue was hurried off the launch pad and into the general’s offices. But not before blowing kisses to his fans.”Chet! What the hell happened up there? You have caused us a universe of problems!” barked General Flag. “How was I to know that their hands were also their eyes. I thought he was offering his hand to shake. I didn’t know he wanted to look more closely at gorgeous me. I didn’t mean to make a Venetian blind. Anyway, I was quite disappointed. I thought there would be those boats with the singing men and much more water. No one told me to expect strange creatures with eyes on their hands and spiky purple toes for hair. There wasn’t even any spaghetti.” Chet answered. Red-faced, General Flag yelled, “You are thinking of Venice, you moron! That is in Italy. You would have known all the protocols if you had read the books, we gave you and listened to the lectures. You were sent to be the Earth’s goodwill ambassador to the Planet Venus. Now we have an interplanetary fiasco to mend…” “Ah, yes, Italy. That reminds me,” interrupted Chet, “I’m famished from my long flight, I’m heading home to eat. It’s always nice to see you, General Flag. Thank you for your time. Oh, and here’s an autographed photo of me for your lovely wife.” Chet produced a colored glossy headshot with his signature scrawled across it. As he strolled down the hall, whistling, the general’s screams could be heard over the hustle and bustle of the base.Chet was met at the door of his mansion by his butler, Jeeves. Handing Chet his customary martini, Jeeves asked, “How was your trip, sir?” in his flat monotone voice. “Nice, nice,” answered Chet half enthusiastically, taking off his bright red uniform with a sigh of relief. “Ah! That’s better.” Chet’s chiseled manly pecs eased into his protruding manly gut. Flopping into his Barcalounger 8000, Chet sipped at his martini before calling back to Jeeves. “I’m hungry. Can you get me a ham and cheese on rye?” “Sorry, sir, there is no more cheese,” Jeeves replied. “Well, go to the store and get some more. And pick me up some more of those little swords. How can a man drink his martini without little swords to hold his olives?” “Sorry, sir. But there is no more cheese anywhere. The world is all out of cheese.” answered Jeeves, handing Chet a stack of newspapers.Chet scanned the papers. The Holland Harold headline read “Edam non Made.” “Nyet Rossiyskiy” was written in the Moscow Morning. From the Tokyo Times “Sayonara Sakura“. The Italian Inquirer announced “Arrivederci Asiago“. The Berlin Bugle proclaimed “Käse Kaputt,” and the Swiss Watch stated, “Holy Moly, no more Holy Cheese.” Finally, the Green Bay Gazette read, “The Packers Lose Again.“”What is going on!?” cried Chet. “I am sorry, sir, but while you were gone, the world slipped into The Great Cheese Famine.” came Jeeves’ flat answer. Chet was out of his seat and pacing the floor. There was not much in the world that Chet liked more than cheese, except for himself, of course. “No more cheese? What am I to eat?” Chet cried, almost in a panic. Flipping on the television, the overstuffed spaceman flopped back into his overstuffed chair to try to relax. “Breaking News! This just in. The World Leaders are meeting today at the UN to discuss what can be done about this crisis. The top scientists have suggested sending a mission to the moon to bring back more cheese.” said the handsome newsman, but not quite as handsome as himself, Chet observed. “A mission to the moon? Who better to go than Chet Armstrong, Heroic Space Jock!?” “Whom” corrected Jeeves. “The obvious answer is me!” exclaimed Chet enthusiastically. “Jeeves, call the UN. Set up a parade. This is going to be my greatest moment. Besides all those other great moments.” As he redressed in his bright red spaceman’s uniform, Chet said, “Oh, and find me more medals. The world needs to see how heroic I am.”A grand stage was set up at the space base. Crowded around the podium waited all the heads of state, the top scientists, and an anxious General Flag. As the audience looked on, the sounds of a marching band could be heard approaching. A line of floats, military cars, and cheerleaders followed the band, and Chet Armstrong was atop a white stallion in front of the whole procession. His hair was perfect and utterly impervious to any wind. His uniform was extra red, extra clean, and extra tight, making his manly pecs seem extra chiseled. Pinned to his chest, Chet wore two dozen shiny medals. As he approached the stage, Jeeves helped Chet from his mount. Chet grinned and waved to the crowd as he approached the podium. Chet’s manly, dimpled chin got there five seconds before he did. The marching band silenced as Chet got ready to speak.”My adoring fans. As you have likely heard, I, Chet Armstrong, Heroic Space Jock and all-around swell guy, am going to heroically risk my life to fly to the moon to save us all from the Great Cheese Famine. As I am hurling through space, I want you all to remember that I am not doing this just for you but for myself. There is nothing in this world that I like more than cheese, except for me, of course.” Turning back to the world leaders, Chet pulled out a stack of colored glossy headshots with his signature scrolled and handed them out. “Give these to your lovely husbands and wives with love from Chet Armstrong.”

Chet waved to the cheering crowd as he strutted to his Rocketship. As he got ready to climb in, he stopped and turned back to his fans. “Say Cheese!” yelled a cameraman. Chet flashed his trademarked smile (Patton number 9725) and his trademarked wink (Patton number 9726). And with one final wave, Chet entered his rocket ship and closed the door. Slumping back into his Barcalounger 8000, Chet took the martini Jeeves offered. “Thank you, Jeeves. Am I all set?” “Of course, sir. More martinis, all with olives and swords, are in the cooler. I even packed you some of those crackers that you like. Remember, sir, this mission is for your fans and the world. Do not eat all the cheese.” With that, Jeeves exited through the butler’s door and the back of the spacecraft as Chet prepared for the launch.

As the full moon rose, the top scientists carefully aimed Chet’s Rocket Ship towards the moon’s center and started the countdown. Excited for the launch and the solution to their cheesy dilemma, the crowd and world leaders counted down. “10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1…BLAST OFF!” Chet hit the large red button on his control panel. It was also the only button on his control panel. The rocket ship rumbled and launched toward the moon. Chet’s voice came through the loudspeakers from his radio, “Never fear, Chet Armstrong, Heroic Space Jock is here to save the day!” as the rocket ship disappeared into the night.

15 days later, General Flag, the world leaders, and top scientists, assembled at ground control as Chet and his Rocketship made its final approach to the moon. “Chet Armstrong, Come in, Chet Armstrong. Can you hear us?” General Flag called through the radio. “Loud and clear,” came back Chet’s slurred voice. “You should be able to see the moon through your port window, Chet. Can you see the moon yet?” asked the general. After a few minutes, a pause came, “No, I can’t; all I can see is a sliver of the moon and the dark of space.” came back Chet’s panicked voice. “What went wrong?” Chet and the world leaders all cried in unison. The top scientists huddled together, calculators and abaci in their hands, murmuring. After a long ten minutes, one red-faced scientist addressed the group. “There has been a grave miscalculation. The moon is 238,900 miles from Earth. Chet is traveling at 660 miles per hour. So the 360 hours, or 15 days it has taken him to fly that distance, had delivered Chet to his destination during the new moon phase.” “What does that mean?” asked the general. “Chet will pass through the crescent without making contact with the moon. In other words, it is time to try Plan B, getting the cows to produce more milk.”

As General Flag, the world leaders, and the top scientists quietly exited the ground control room, Chet Armstrong, Heroic Space Jock, loudly screamed as his rocket ship passed through the center of the crescent moon and hurled deeper into space.

Can you destroy your entire life with one wrong decision?

When I was a kid, there was a family down the street with three small children. The parents had a fairly ugly breakup, and the mom ran off with her new boyfriend. Every single time she dropped the kids off at the dad’s house for visitation, the dropoff devolved into a screaming match in their front yard.

One day she shows up to drop off the kids with her boyfriend. Boyfriend and dad get into a shouting match, and the boyfriend punched the dad, laying him out on the front lawn. The boyfriend and mom then jumped in their car and took off.

A moment later, the dad came to, hopped in his pickup truck, and floored it out of his driveway in pursuit. Not sure what he was planning to do, but he wasn’t going to let them get away.

He didn’t realize that his three children were standing behind the pickup when he threw it into reverse and floored it. All three were killed, and the witnesses said it was incredibly gory because two of them were sucked under the spinning truck tires.

He spent a decade in prison and lost everything he had. Worst part is, all of the stories that came out said that he’d been a great dad and wasn’t at fault in the breakup. Mom had got herself hooked on drugs while trying to “lose weight”, and the boyfriend was her new dealer. He was a good guy who got stuck in a shitty situation and then made one horrific mistake.

The first Grade Girl

When I was 20 I used to see this little girl about 6 or 7 waiting for the bus or walking to the store about 100 ft from her house. Sometimes she would walk on the road instead of the sandy shoulder and cars would go around her.

A guy who I vaguely knew but a nice guy about 26 forgot how far the mirrors on his delivery truck stuck out and hit and killed her one day with a mirror. It was awful. I came through there after it happened with the road blocked off. I realized it could have been me who hit her as I passed her often but I did give her plenty of room and slowed way down.

It ruined him. He donated his life savings , sold everything he had, and gave it all to her family. I heard that he never had a good day the three years until he killed himself. It was a careless accident, he would have never hurt a child on purpose. I couldnt pass that house for years without thinking about both of them and what a tragic thing for everyone. I mostly blame her parents. She was too little to be walking by a narrow busy road alone and she didnt respect the traffic enough to stay off the pavement. It was a wide sandy shoulder.

The story of the cheating wife

I think that my ex fiancé did. She decided to cheat on me when I was overseas in combat for a year. She figured there was no way I would find out. What she did not know was that the guy she cheated with was bragging to my best friend who wrote to me. As a result I broke up with her. I ended up meeting my wife of 47 years and having a very successful career.

My ex fiancé got hooked on drugs by the guy she was dating, joined a hippie commune where she was on drugs all the time and got pregnant by one of the guys in the commune. She does not know who. She was supposed to become a lawyer, but between the drugs and lifestyle, she could not do it and ended up learning a foreign language and becoming a translator. A job she found boring and quit. She also sees angels and legally changed her last name to the one they told her to use. Her angels also allowed her to tell fortunes over the phone. She became a masseuse and a nurse, never staying in one job for long.

She was diagnosed as bipolar and could not support herself so she found a foreign guy who needed a green card and married him, just like her sister did. She needed someone to support her and her son. When she told me this, she was proud of the fact that she got her husband to pay for her son’s college tuition and then divorced him after his last tuition check cleared. She was cheating on him with a woman who she is married to.

She also told me that she is an avid anti-capitalist which is the opposite of me. She also is extremely morbidly obese. Her life was a mess. The funny part is that her mother said I was not good enough for her daughter. She was against us getting married because I went into the Army instead of college. Turns out that it was her daughter who did not amount to much and I was the successful one who could have given her daughter a very comfortable lifestyle.

So, my exe’s decision to cheat on me drastically altered her life, for the worst.

When did you see a police officer do a clever, but sneaky thing?

I had a stalker. It was someone I’d been dating until I realized he had a rage problem. I lived in the country with my two small children, in a very old house with no locks on the doors. In fact, there was no way to lock the double French doors that served as the main entrance, and even if I could have put a lock on the doors, my stalker could simply break one of the many panes of glass and unlock it.

I couldn’t afford to move and had no relatives to take me in, so I was at his mercy. I woke up one morning to discover he had been in the house. Sometimes he’d leave a rose under my windshield wiper. One night I saw him watching me, parked in the parking lot of a closed industrial building that was visible from my bedroom window. Finally, one of our mutual friends told me he was planning to kill me.

I called the cops. An officer came to the house and I told him everything. He asked me if I had any witnesses. I looked around at my isolated house and said, “What do you think?”

He said, “Well ma’am, we can’t do anything until he actually commits a crime.” I replied, “If he comes here intent on committing a crime, I’ll be dead. It’ll be too late to call the cops by then.”

The cop said, “Well ma’am, if there are no witnesses, there’s no crime.”

“So that’s it?? I’m just a sitting duck here and you can’t do anything?”

“Like I said, if there are no witnesses, there’s…no…crime.”

Suddenly the light dawned. I arched an eyebrow at the cop. “No witnesses, no crime, huh?”

“That’s what I said.”

“Thank you, officer. You’ve been very helpful.”

As it turned out, I never needed to call the cops again because my stalker just…disappeared. Funny, that.

Hamburger Upside-Down Casserole

Prepare the day before serving.

Ingredients

2 1/2 cups (3/4 pound) elbow macaroni
3 tablespoons butter
1/2 cup minced onion
2 teaspoons minced garlic
1 pound ground chuck
1 (8 ounce) can tomato sauce
1 teaspoon salt
1/4 teaspoon pepper
1/4 teaspoon dried oregano
1 (8 ounce) package Cheddar cheese, grated
3 eggs, beaten
3/4 cup milk
1 or 2 (10 ounce) packages frozen asparagus

Instructions

Cook macaroni and drain.
Meanwhile in a hot skillet, melt butter. Sauté onion and garlic until tender.
Add ground beef. Cook, stirring constantly, until brown.
Stir in tomato sauce, salt, pepper and oregano. Simmer a few minutes.
Spread over bottom of 2 quart casserole.
Toss drained, cooked macaroni with grated Cheddar cheese.
Arrange on top of meat andtomato mixture in casserole, packing it down.
Combine beaten eggs and milk; pour over macaroni.
Cover casserole with plastic wrap. Refrigerate until next day.
About 2 hours before serving, heat oven to 350 degrees F.
Let casserole stand at room temperature for 15 minutes.
Bake for 1 1/2 hours or until macaroni is golden brown and custard is set.
When done, remove from oven. Loosen from around edge with spatula and carefully unmold onto serving platter.
Meanwhile, cook asparagus and arrange around casserole to serve.

What’s the procedure for a prisoner to receive his salary?

In prison we worked a bit less than 7 hours a day starting after the 9 AM count and finishing by 3:45 to allow us time to return to our cells before afternoon count. After a few months of grunt work I kinda got recruited for a job repairing computers. Mostly hardware stuff like upgrading hard drives, CPU’s, RAM, DVD drives, stuff like that.

The prison would sell them on Ebay mostly but we started to get orders from other government entities not long before I left. Since the work was considered skilled, it carried a premium pay, like .45 cents an hour.

We we’re some of the highest paid in the prison, like triple many other inmates. I never mentioned it, there is always a risk of someone wanting to “share” your money.

We were paid weakly. Very Weakly I might add. Haha. Weekly on Friday’s we had our pay put on our books. There was no paycheck, you never got money. There was only 1 place to spend it, at the commissary. It always amazed me how difficult it was to save inside. Hygiene, food and writing supplies ate up much of your paltry earnings. The only other way you could access your funds was to get out. When you finally got out, you would be given the balance of your funds as you walked out the door.

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For many, many guys that was how they were going to start their lives over. With a small amount of cash, no where to go and nowhere to stay that night and no idea of what to do. Makes for a rough start in the free world.

Mrs Schlen of the Syracuse Department of Welfare

Let me tell you about one of my nightmares. This particular nightmare has a name; Mrs Schlen of the Syracuse Department of Welfare.

It’s a nightmare that used to be the norm. The time was around 1984. I was out of the Navy, but not yet in MAJestic training, and I had just gotten married. We were in Syracuse NY working at minimum wage jobs and had applied to the local welfare office for supplemental support to help us find a place to live and temporary food stamps.

At that time, welfare was the refuge of the lazy, and we were treated like the scum of the earth. Oh, for sure, this entire situation changed, but at that time, we had to deal with a nasty bureaucrat that treated us like earthworms in cow dung, and made our life a bureaucratic hellhole.

She had us dancing left and right. Paperwork forgot a period at the end of sentence. Our documentation was not in order; the pages were out of order. One reason, one excuse after the other.

“Well, I just happen to know that engineers never get laid off”.

Was her byline that I have NEVER forgotten. Ah. I hope that she is rotting in Hell right now. Bitch.

It’s been nearly fifty years now. She was old back then, and shes’ probably around 150 years old now. NOT! She’s in Hell. And I made sure that she’s loving her experience.

Ah. I’m not the forgiving type.

Painful bitch. Using the systems at her command to make others suffer. Just like some of the Bozos that wrote bullshit book reviews for MM. I do not forget, and I do not forgive. Only you can pull yourself out of the trap that sucked yourself into.

I’m glad that she’s out of my life.

Today…

Why is AK or machine guns so important to Americans but China doesn’t want it at all?

You don’t have to shoot anybody in China. The Police take care of the criminals so you don’t have to. The cameras, although intrusive, are protective and a deterrent to crime.

The American run of the mill home invasion is almost unheard of in China. Here in the US, my shotgun is my anti-home invasion weapon.

I went to see a house for sale with a realtor. The house seller had a shotgun, Japanese sword and a baseball bat strategically placed. I asked the realtor if the neighborhood warranted such measures, and then noted that the house was situated on a corner lot with through traffic. Hmm, maybe an AK would be necessary, and wear a bullet-proof vest to bed.

ALERT! “A CRASH THE WORLD HAS NEVER SEEN”- FALSE FLAG INCOMING?!

U.S. Government COVID-19 After-Action Report – The Conspiracy Theorists were RIGHT; Everyone else was wrong

Hal Turner World December 02, 2024

The US House of Representatives “COVID Committee” has released its Final Report (527 Pages) and it’s now official: The “Conspiracy Theorists” were all right and everyone else was wrong.

The Official Report outlines what so many of us TRIED to tell all of you. But YOU thought YOU knew better. YOU thought you were oh-so-much-smarter than us. YOU mocked us, smeared us, vilified us as we employed common sense and you acted like emotional screaming-meemies . . . petrified of something that was no worse than a seasonal flu.

Then, when that phony mRNA “vaccine” came out, you rushed in-line to get yours. Once you did, YOU then demanded the rest of us be as foolish as you. When those of us who actually THINK, refused to take this gene-therapy masquerading as a “vaccine” YOU vilified us; said we should be rounded-up and quarantined.

Those of you who own companies and run corporations decided to act like tyrannical douchebags and arrogantly DEMANDED everyone get the phony vaccine or else be fired! When the vaccine made your employees sick, you chalked it up to “normal.” When the vaccine caused some of your employees to DIE, you denied their death had anything to do with what YOU demanded they take. When it came time to be accountable for what you did, you company owners and Boards of Directors ran from it like the cowards you actually are!

So many bigshot corporate executives ran and hid like scared little girls – because you started to realize it was YOUR FAULT that so many employees were getting sick and dying, and you didn’t want the blame for what you did. You wanted the power to tell people what to do with their own bodies, just not the responsibility when it turned out badly.

Did it ever occur to __any__ of you that maybe YOU were wrong? Did you ever once stop and think that maybe you didn’t know what was best? I dare say almost NONE of you ever even pondered those possibilities because you’re arrogant, self-righteous, scumbags.

Oh and you Doctors . . . . told people the vaccine was “safe and effective.” Some of you are still doing that to this very day! Liars you are. Cheats. The people who did that are not Doctors, they’re Quacks. They don’t practice medicine, they practice Quackery.

How about Hospitals that, to this day, refuse to treat people unless they’re COVID vaccinated? They should be stripped of their license and shut down so they can’t hurt anyone else. A lot of them are simply dangers to public safety.

So now that the official report shows that you weren’t nearly as smart as you thought you were; that you DIDN’T know what was best (for yourself or anyone else), will you kindly do the rest of us a big favor and shut the fuck up?

A lot of you are a combination of arrogant and ignorant. Your arrogance and ignorance killed innocent people. A lot of you, should kill YOURSELVES.

It would be a nice Christmas present to the rest of us if you would just sit in a warm bath, open up your veins with a razor blade, and bleed to death in the tub.

We’d finally be rid of people who are not only too stupid to continue breathing, but whose continued existence endangers the rest of us.

The Official Government Report finds:

COVID-19 Origins: The COVID-19 pandemic likely originated from a laboratory or research-related incident.
Misinformation: Public health officials and the Biden administration engaged in misinformation and disinformation campaigns to suppress the lab-leak theory and promote specific narratives.
Government Overreach: The Biden administration’s mask mandates and other restrictive measures exceeded its authority and were often not supported by scientific evidence.
School Closures: The decision to close schools during the pandemic was not supported by science and had severe adverse impacts on students’ academic performance, mental health, and physical health.
Vaccine Mandates: The government imposed vaccine mandates that were not supported by science, ignored natural immunity, and caused significant collateral damage.
Erosion of Public Trust: Actions by public health officials and the government led to a decline in public trust in institutions and a rise in misinformation and anti-science rhetoric.
Financial Mismanagement: The government’s pandemic relief programs were vulnerable to significant fraud, waste, and abuse due to insufficient oversight and outdated financial management systems.
WHO’s Failure: The World Health Organization (WHO) failed to uphold its mission, caved to pressure from the Chinese Communist Party, and did not hold China accountable for violating international health regulations.
Economic Impacts: The pandemic and the government’s response had severe economic impacts on individuals, communities, and businesses, including job losses, business closures, and supply chain disruptions.
Unintended Consequences: The government’s pandemic policies, including lockdowns and vaccine mandates, had severe unintended consequences that will likely have lasting effects on society.

Here is a direct link to the full 527 page report from the Government website: CLICK HERE

Husband BLOWS UP At Pregnant Wife After Her Temper Ruined Their Living Situation…Divorce Time?

Have you ever bought a gun and regretted it?

There have been a few like the S&W Victory Revolver that simply would not hit a target no matter what I did (it must have belonged to a Star Wars Empire Storm Trooper). Then there was the Sprinfield Armory ultra compact 1911 .45 that would not nfeed reliably EVER. Then there was the Henry Take Down survival rifle, that I still own, which NEVER ejected reliably. It turns out the feed ramp is integral to the magazine and not the body of the rifle and those magazije were made out of old beer cans. Regrets? I’ve had a few… BUT… the most memorable bad purchase was a .303 Lee Enfield Jungle Carbine. At the time some importer got a hold of a few thousand and reworked them. They kind of halfway sporterized them. They looked way cool and I just had to have one. But they were much more money that I could afford.

One day I went into Old West Gun Room in El Cerrito CA (Hi Bob!!) and there was an actual unrestored jungle carbine in pretty damn good condition. I was on it like a vulture on rotting meat. Bob, the owner knew me well as I did almost all my purchases there. He said flat out, “You don’t want that”. I was determined though so I ignored his sage advice and bought it along with some .303 ammo. That weekend I ran straight to the range and I discovered the bitter truth. I put that thing to shoulder and pulled the trigger… and thought I had been kicked by a mule in the shoulder. I am not recoil sensitive and I was in superb shape back then with 35 lbs more lean mass than I have now. That rifle HURT to shoot… and on top of it all, While I didn’t know it at the time, all those Lee Enfield Jungle Carbine had a problem called “wandering zero”. You would zero in the sights and normally they stay zeroed unless you drop the damn thing. This rifle? It would not hold zero for more than a shot or two. Shooting that was an exercise in frustration.

I figured I could use this as a last ditch “survival/car’ firearm. However, It was useless for anything more than a club. About a year after I bought it I went back to Old West and had Bob put it up for consignment. That was a painful lesson for my shoulder and my wallet.

Why can’t Chinese netizens ever admit China has faults? How does this affect credibility on other things they have claimed? How can China now rebuild credibility?

That’s tail wags dog, mistaking effect for cause.

If I want to find out what happens in America, what do I do?

Read the Chinese papers exclusively?

Or perhaps the straits times, Singapore’s newspaper of record, which is published in English?

No, I go straight to the horse’s mouth, and read from a spectrum of American publications, from the NYT to Propublica, from Foreign Affairs to the National Review, from commerce.gov to FRED.

That way, I can dissect the what, why and how of the American situation.

When it comes to China, it’s a tautological loop where China “experts” who don’t speak Chinese insist on monopolizing the China story, because the “Chinese can’t be trusted” or “their English is too poor”.

The conversation doesn’t go beyond “monster mao”, “tiananmen”, “Xinjiang genocide”, “corruption”, “ip theft”, “cheap counterfeits”, “Hong Kong NSL”, “Kung flu”, “forced labor”, and any number of “human rights abuses”.

In fact, the U.S. State Department has not only maintained a genocide determination on China but also slapped a Level 3 DO NOT TRAVEL advisory on mainland China.

The conversation between the Chinese and the Anglophone rarely rises beyond “you don’t know what you are talking about”.

Take me for example.

I’ve encountered innumerable anglophones here who lace the conversation with variations of “the CCP is a totalitarian regime controlled by the dictator Xi…”

They are offended when I point out the CCP doesn’t exist and use of the words totalitarian and dictator demonstrates a poor grasp of vocabulary, in an age where dictionaries are a fingertip away.

I welcome deep conversation on the real China, warts and all.

But the cost of entry is a modicum of fact, and a token of sincerity.

Yellow peril is extreme prejudice, only expressed.

Neil Oliver Interviews Kevork Almassian – WW3 & Counting!!!

Have you ever met or known anybody who is inbred?

I have met someone who was inbred. This is going to be confusing.

One night I was just about to close the shop when a family came in to do some last-minute shopping. At the risk of stereotyping, this family looked as though they had walked straight out of a one-room cabin in the Ozarks.

The family consisted of a couple in their early 50’s, a woman about 30 and a little girl about 11 who looked a little off somehow. They were the only ones in the store and since it was a small shop I could hear everything they said.

It wasn’t as interesting what they were talking about as it was how they addressed each other. The older couple addressed each other as “honey,” as a married couple might do. The 30 year old addressed them as “mama and daddy.” The little girl addressed the 30 year old as “mama,” the older woman as “grandma” and the older man as “daddy,” although by standard terminology he should have been “grandpa.” The way they were interacting was strange too. The man was quite proprietary about the little girl, whereas the grandma was a bit more detached. Also, the way he talked to the younger woman was similar to the way overbearing husbands used to treat wives back in the day. I thought to myself, “Well, I shouldn’t jump to conclusions. Shame on me.”

I was straightening displays while I waited for them to finish shopping and the little girl came near. I like kids so I asked her how her summer was going. She said it was great but she was excited for school to start because she was going into the “gifted and talented” program in the fall. She was also stoked because her daddy was buying fabric for her mama to make her new school clothes. As casually as possible, I asked, “So that’s your daddy?” Yup, he sure was. Well, at least her intelligence hadn’t suffered!

Another family had the most convoluted relationships I’d ever heard of before or since, although no actual inbreeding had taken place.

A couple had 8 kids and the husband died (no wonder—I’m surprised the mom survived. She had to do the hard part). The wife remarried and had several more kids with her second husband.

By this time the older ones from the first marriage had left home and one daughter in particular was in college in another state and barely knew her mom’s husband (her step-father).

The mother was then killed in a terrible accident, leaving the step-father with a houseful of little children to raise alone while he worked to support them. The aforementioned adult daughter dropped out of college to come home and help raise her siblings and half-siblings while the step-father worked.

Strangely enough, the step-father and the adult daughter fell in love and ended up getting married—and having more kids.

So now the step-father was his step-daughter’s husband; also a father to the kids he’d had with his first wife; and a father, grandfather and step-half-grandfather to the kids he had with the daughter.

The daughter was both step-mother and sister to her own siblings; half-sister and step-mother to her husband’s kids with her mom; and mother and grandmother to her own kids.

The first two batches of kids were aunts and uncles to their siblings in the third batch.

I’m sure I’ve gotten some of these relationships wrong and/or missed some connections, so give me your input in the comments!

When Evil Teens Think Murder is Hilarious

https://youtu.be/KC0GtU_Dtdo

What is the best random conversation you overheard?

Back many moons ago, when I was a youngster in my twenties, I went to visit a large life insurer in New York. My small software company was competing for a very large project against a huge competitor.

The insurer was in a very tall building. That matters in this story.

You see I got on the elevator with two other distinguished gentlemen. They looked at me and quickly ignored the kid.

And spent the long elevator ride discussing their bid. You see they were from my competitor. They laid out everything.

It was quite generous of them.

The first big project my team ever won. I wonder why?

When did you lose the court case but you really won?

My client was a company that manufactured cast metal objects for various industries. One of their products was cast hammerheads. These were sold to another company that prided itself on making ”fine striking instruments.”

That company had a patent and copyright on the shape of the their finished hammerhead. The hammers were designed to be used by construction framers. Nobody shows up on a construction project with a Craftsman hammer. Everyone wanted one of these famous chrome plated hammers for use on the job site. The company began having some cash flow problems (paying its officers, directors, and their wives and children too much money) and couldn’t afford to pay my client. My client willingly extended credit for hammerhead purchases in exchange for stock in the company. After about two years of running deficits, my client threatened to sue unless it was paid. The defendant had many excuses why it could not pay and blew my client off.

As promised, my client sued. The defendant was not too worried because it knew it could delay a lawsuit for a few years. My client applied for an immediate writ of Attachment seizing the defendant’s assets, including the inventory of completed and uncompleted hammerheads. That meant that defendants were out of time and would get no benefit from delaying the inevitable trial.

The defendant’s attorney put it to us bluntly. If we didn’t agree to dismiss the lawsuit and restructure the loans, the defendant would file bankruptcy, dissolve the company and the owner/ designer of the hammers would simply open business under his (well known) personal name instead of the corporate name. My client would get nothing unless we agreed to the restructuring of the debt.

We declined this generous offer. The defendant filed for bankruptcy liquidation, listing its creditors and no assets. Our civil case was dismissed. My client was, by far, the largest creditor.

A creditor’s meeting was held. At the creditor’s meeting, my client brought up the intellectual property rights in the hammer trademark and design. The defendant told the trustee that the IP rights were worthless to somebody who wasn’t already geared up for production runs and quality control. Since they were of no value then they could just float over to the debtor. My client offered to purchase the rights for an amount that would pay off all the other creditors at 100 cents on the dollar. The trustee accepted the offer.

My client, armed with the IP rights to the hammers, began manufacturing the hammers and selling them under their well known name, simply noting the company was “under new management” in small print. It threatened the designer of the hammers with infringement if he attempted to manufacture or market his own hammers.

So, my client lost the civil trial by the defendant’s bankruptcy, but ended up acquiring the defendant company.

Are you surprised by China’s aggression against the Philippines in the South China Sea?

China is invading the South China Sea? Who on earth could ask such a brainless question? ! It is the Philippines that has repeatedly provoked China.

Let me sort out the logical relationship between the South China Sea dispute between China and the Philippines:

The Philippines provokes trouble, and the Chinese Coast Guard takes countermeasures. The countermeasures are strong, and the Philippines returns to the negotiation table to talk and reach a “gentleman’s agreement” or “verbal agreement”. After a period of time, the Philippines tears up the agreement or agreement reached again and continues to provoke trouble. China retaliates again, and the cycle continues.

Just in early July, China and the Philippines finally reached a temporary arrangement on the transportation of “beached” ships. Out of humanitarianism, China allowed the Philippines to transport daily life supplies to the “beached” ship on Ren’ai Jiao to promote the restoration of peace and stability in the South China Sea.

However, only one month later, the Philippines tore up the temporary arrangement reached by China and the Philippines again.

According to information released by the Chinese Coast Guard, in the early morning of August 19, two Philippine Coast Guard ships illegally broke into the waters of Xianbin Jiao in the Nansha Islands without China’s permission and were intercepted by our coast guard. At 3:24 a.m., seeing that the attempt to break through was unsuccessful, a Philippine Coast Guard ship with the hull number 4410 ignored China’s repeated warnings and repeatedly and deliberately rammed our normal law enforcement Coast Guard 21551 boat in a dangerous manner, resulting in a collision accident. The responsibility for the accident lies entirely with the Philippines.

After the collision accident in the waters of Xianbin Jiao, the Philippine Coast Guard ship not only did not restrain itself, but became even more aggressive. At around 6 o’clock in the morning, the Philippine Coast Guard ship 4410 turned its head and rushed to the waters of Ren’ai Jiao. In the case of China’s repeated warnings and route control, it attempted to break through Ren’ai Jiao. The Chinese Coast Guard ship had to take reasonable control measures against it.

In fact, before the Marcos government tore up the temporary arrangement between China and the Philippines, the Marcos government had torn up similar agreements many times, and even once denied the existence of the “gentleman’s agreement” reached between the Chinese and Philippine governments.

A few days ago, Philippine Deputy Foreign Minister Lazaro publicly stated that the Philippines might re-evaluate the temporary arrangement reached with China on the Ren’ai Jiao issue because China had taken “excessive actions” on the South China Sea issue in the past few days. Therefore, it is not surprising that the Philippines tore up the agreement again after completing a replenishment of the “Sierra Madre” landing ship.

Ground Meat Stroganoff

Ingredients

1/2 cup minced onion
1 clove garlic, minced*
1/4 cup butter
1 pound ground meat
2 tablespoons flour
1/4 teaspoon pepper
1 (8 ounce) can mushrooms, sliced
1 can cream of mushroom soup
1 cup sour cream

Instructions

Sauté onion and garlic in butter over medium heat.
Stir in meat and let brown.
Stir in flour, pepper and mushrooms. Cook for 5 minutes.
Stir in soup. Simmer uncovered for 10 minutes.
Stir in sour cream. Heat through.
Serve over noodles.

Some of my latest AI experimentation’s

As you all should know by now, it’s not so easy to generate what you want using this picture generation AI. It’s sort of like trying to drive a fast moving cement truck though a mall…

Ok. For starters, I tried to get some village girls searching for a lost earring. To me however, it looks a lot more submissive and dirty. *sigh*

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Then the AI said that I could not use the term “girls” (sex exploitation rules) so I replaced it with “women” and this came out…

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This is probably the best of the bunch….

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How this came about I do not know, but I do like it.

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Next I tried to have guys and (women) taking a bath in a village pond. And got this…

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And this…

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And this…

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But when I switched the AI, and the SEED. As well as playing around with the formatting rules some really promising pictures emerged…

The cat is too big, but I love the textures on the clothing.

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I also like, but it’s difficult to figure out where his legs are. But just look at their clothing!

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Cats, wine, boats. What’s not to love?

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Ahhh. So cute. Too bad the kitty is a tad messed up.

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I like this one too.

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Oh yeah. This one reminds me of some of the MM followers.

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As does this one.

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And this one also.

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Love this fabric. I really do. His hands are slightly messed up. But it’s still great.

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Nice.

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Nice woman. Big cat. I do like this one.

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And, here’s some pictures of Bacchus in bed with his followers.

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Have you ever been approached by an undercover cop? Why?

Yes, in the 1990s, I went to my hometown in Alaska to visit family. (I was living in Seattle at the time.)

As I got off the flight and came off the jetway, I saw two guys about my age (mid-20s) sitting in the departure lounge (This was when non-ticketed people still had access to airside to see people off or greet arriving passengers.) I noticed the two men because they kept staring at me. Because I was from that town, I wondered if they knew me somehow, and looked back at them a few times trying to place them (as in “Did I go to school with these guys or something?”) After a few seconds, I decided that I didn’t recognize them, shrugged to myself, and went down to the carousel to await my baggage.

My younger brother, who was high-school aged at the time, was expected to pick me up from the airport. I collected my bags and waited for him. He was late enough that I was beginning to wonder if he’d forgotten. This was also before mobile phones were widespread (i.e. I didn’t have one), so I was contemplating whether I wanted to go find change to use a pay phone, or just wait a few more minutes. At this point, the two men approached me and flashed their badges, identifying themselves as part of a regional “narcotics task force” or some such thing. They asked me for my ID, and I gave them my Washington driver’s license. They asked me if I lived at that address, and why I was in that town. I answered in the affirmative regarding the address, and said that I’d grown up in that town and was there to visit family.

The following exchange then took place:

Cop: “We have a tip that someone matching your general description is transporting narcotics on this flight.” (I wasn’t, and I’d have been fascinated to know what my “general description” might have been.) “Are you transporting illegal narcotics?”

Me: “No.”

Cop: “You don’t have any illegal drugs in your bags?”

Me: “That’s right.”

Cop: “Well, we noticed that you were looking at us when you got off the flight.”

Me: “Well, I noticed you two looking at me and wondered if I knew you, since I grew up here. When I couldn’t manage to place you, I just moved on.”

Cop: “Would you mind if we have a look through your bags?”

Me: “What if I say that I mind and refuse?”

Cop: “Well, then we can’t look.”

Me: “Okay then—I mind. I don’t give you permission.”

Cop: “Well, if you’re not carrying anything illegal, I don’t understand why you won’t give us permission to look through your bags.”

Me (politely): “I guess just because I have better things to do than stand here while you guys go through my stuff.”

Cop: “You seem a bit nervous.”

Me: “I’m not accustomed to being rousted at the airport and questioned by the police.”

Cop: “You know, if we had a little more, we could hold your bags and run a dog by them.”

Me: “Well, apparently you don’t have that, or you’d be doing it instead of asking me for permission.”

Cop: “So you’re not going to let us look through your bags?”

Me: “That’s right.”

At this point my brother appeared, and I said “I’m free to go, right?” “Yes,” said the cop, “Thank you for your cooperation,” and I left.

What is the most frustrating thing about dating in your culture?

You talk to a woman online. She gives you her phone number. You have a long conversation. She seems excited to meet you.

Sure! Let’s get together! Tomorrow night? Sounds great.

Next day, 2 hours before meeting you, she is so very sorry, but she has to cancel. She has to finish packing for a trip, but she’d love to see you when she gets back in town in a week or so.

That’s the last you’ll ever hear from her.

You talk to another person. You feel like the conversation is moving very slowly. But you think there’s potential there, so you ask whether she’d prefer to meet and talk face-to-face.

She says yes. You meet. No spark on either end.

You wonder if you should give it another go. Sometimes you do, and there’s still no spark. Sometimes, she saves you the trouble and never replies.

You’ve gone on 3 dates with someone. Things seem to be moving super fast. You’re already talking long term plans. You’re talking about signing up for a ballroom dancing class together. You can’t keep your hands off one another.

You’re so excited that you delete all the dating apps from your phone.

You’ve been talking every day. Then she stops responding. All of a sudden, a million things are happening to her. She got busy at work. She was smoking pot and forgot what time you’d agreed to meet. She got stuck in a traffic jam. She got insecure and didn’t feel sexy. She had to stop on the road and rescue a wounded dog.

Oh, is it really Tuesday? I thought it was Monday, silly me!

Her house got flooded. She was robbed at gunpoint. She had to take her friend to the ER at the last minute. She got a phone call from NASA that she just had to take.

You don’t make a fuss. You nod. You leave her a goodbye message.

And you download the apps you deleted the week before.

You’ve been there before. This, too, shall pass.

What the Media Is HIDING About Ukraine/Russia

Have you ever mistakenly received a text you weren’t supposed to get?

Boy did I ever!

Unknown number: I am f**king done with him.

Me: Ok. Why? What happened?

Mystery person: Sheila saw him with his ex again!

Me: It could be innocent?

MP: At a motel.

Me: Oh shit! Is she sure?

MP: Yes. She sent me photos.

Me: What are you going to do?

MP: I don’t know. I can’t keep letting him hurt me. I deserve better.

Me: Of course you do.

MP: You really think so?

Me: Yes. Not only do I think so, I know that if you look around there are several new guys waiting in the wings for you.

MP: Really, who?

Me: Take your pick. But choose someone who isn’t going to be an asshole, this time.

MP: You’re a good friend.

Me: That’s my job.

My New Best Friend: Can you hang out now?

Me: Are you finally breaking up with this asshole?

MNBF: Yes. I am moving out. He can’t convince me to change my mind.

Me: Well, I’m working on something, but I can put it down for you. Pack an overnight bag and come over. But, let’s not talk about him anymore tonight, Just show me the bag and I will know you’re serious. Then we can hang out or do whatever makes you happy. Ok?

MNBF: I love you, you know that.

Me: Of course you do 😉

MNBFF: Ok, I am packing my stuff and coming over.

And that was it until the next day, when I received this text:

MNBFF: Who is this?

I didn’t respond, but I think he/she knew. This is your guardian angel, Unknown Caller. You’re welcome.

What is the creepiest unexplained event you know of?

Back in my community college days many years ago, I was studying Nursing and took a Psychology class with a professor who changed my entire thought process on what major I wanted. Dr Marino was an extraordinary man and the way he taught changed my major to Psychology. I took many classes with him and learned so much from him. We would sit before and after class talking about many topics and he was just overall a solid professor who loved to teach his students. Fast forward many years later, I took a left turn, dropped out from schooling, got married, bought a house, and had two kids. I was living in a quiet neighborhood when one day I opened my curtains to see a car idling across the street. It was odd, as usually only people who lived on my street came down it. I focused in on the driver and it was unmistakably Dr Marino!! He even turned to smile at me and waved. I ran into my bedroom to grab shoes, and as I walked outside, the car drove off. I tried to wave my hands, but he was gone. I immediately went inside to try to turn to social media to find him and say I just saw you and tried to run after you to say hello! Instead of finding his profile, I found his obituary. He had died a few days prior to this event. I know without a single doubt that it was Dr Marino. I think he was coming to say goodbye and encourage me to get back into school. I eventually got back in school for Social Work and will graduate in May. To Dr Marino I owe so much to. I’d like to think I’m even making him proud.

REVEALED: Secret Nuclear Strategy!

Jesus!

Why did To Lam come to China for his “first visit”?

Not long ago, To Lam was elected General Secretary of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of Vietnam. Shortly after taking office as General Secretary, he came to China for his first visit. For this visit, there are several data that are very worthy of attention.

(1) Visit China after taking office for half a month

Compared with the months between his predecessor’s election and his first visit, To Lam paid a state visit to China only half a month after he became the top Vietnamese leader, which is rare in history. Someone commented: “I knew he would come, but I didn’t expect to come so soon.”

(2) Two “first” statements

After becoming the general secretary of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of Vietnam in early August, China became the first country visited by To Lam. In addition, To Lam also said: “Our visit is to emphasize once again that China has always ranked first in Vietnamese foreign policy and is our top priority.”

(3) the breadth and depth of the 14 cooperation documents

During the visit, China and Vietnam signed 14 cooperation documents covering economy, trade, humanities and other fields, which not only reflected the extensiveness and depth of bilateral cooperation, but also laid a solid foundation for the long-term stability and development of bilateral relations.

As neighbors linked by mountains and rivers, China and Vietnam are closely linked in culture, politics and economy. At present, China is Vietnam’s largest trading partner, and Vietnam’s trade position in ASEAN and the world is becoming more and more important. The cooperation between the two sides has great potential and broad prospects.

In addition, at the end of last year, China and Vietnam announced the new orientation of the relations between the two parties and the two countries, that is, on the basis of deepening the comprehensive strategic partnership, work together to build a strategic community of destiny between China and Vietnam. It can be seen that under the common vision of building a community of destiny between China and Vietnam, it is even more necessary for the two countries to continuously deepen mutual trust and expand cooperation areas to meet global challenges.

Among the 14 cooperation documents, two railway-related documents have attracted everyone’s attention.

There are many ports in Vietnam, and three of them are among the top 30 container ports in the world. However, although Vietnam’s water transport has great advantages, due to insufficient investment in railway infrastructure construction in history, Vietnam’s railway network is relatively backward and its facilities and equipment are relatively old. Moreover, Vietnam has a long and narrow territory, with a span of 1,600 kilometers from north to south. It is difficult to build railways, and the development of railway transportation is limited.

However, if we can strengthen railway transportation and connect the north and the south, it will greatly help Vietnam’s economic development; If Vietnam’s railway network can be connected with the railway systems of neighboring countries, it will play a positive role in upgrading Vietnam’s economy and promoting bilateral trade between China and Vietnam.

In view of the advantages of Vietnam’s geographical location, cost and resources, many China enterprises have set their sights on Vietnam, or have implemented the strategy of going to sea, or are actively planning their layout.

According to the Ministry of Planning and Investment of Viet Nam, in the statistics of the first seven months of this year, the most striking positive signal is that foreign direct investment (FDI) from China has begun to show the presence of large international enterprises engaged in high-tech, power and electronics, processing and manufacturing, infrastructure, renewable energy, electric vehicles and other fields.

In fact, compared with the past, China’s direct investment in Viet Nam is mainly concentrated in the processing and manufacturing fields such as wooden furniture, steel, leather shoes, clothing, food processing and plastic packaging. This change not only reflects the recognition of Vietnamese enterprises on Vietnam’s economic potential and market openness, but also indicates that the in-depth cooperation between China and China in industrial chain upgrading and technological innovation is reaching a new height.

To Lam’s visit to China has undoubtedly injected a strong impetus into the stability and deepening of bilateral relations. Under the background of complex and changeable global economy, the continuous strengthening of cooperation between China and China has provided a more stable and friendly external environment for Vietnamese enterprises to go to sea in Vietnam and even Southeast Asia, and also provided solid political support and guarantee for enterprises in terms of capital, policies and market access. The 14 cooperation documents signed by the two sides will also further broaden the business opportunities for China enterprises to go to Vietnam, and promote the comprehensive strategic partnership between the two countries to develop in a deeper and broader field.

Girlfriend Was ADAMANT That “The Past Is The Past” And “Numbers Don’t Matter” Until Learning…

Ugh.

Sister… small world, eh?

What’s the cleverest cheating you’ve ever seen as a teacher or student?

In grad school I was one of several teaching assistants assigned to proctor the freshman calculus final exam. Because all students took the same test it was given in the gymnasium, a lot like this photo except that the portable desks were somewhat less like punishment devices.

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Our main job was to walk around the gym looking for anything unexpected.

Partway through the exam we were waved over to one desk where a student was standing up and a couple of TA’s were examining his calc book. The books all had bright red back covers, a bit like this:

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The enterprising student had used a matching shade of red marker to fill the cover with all sorts of tips and formulae that students were expected to have memorized*. Viewed from most angles the marker was effectively invisible – but orient the book “just so”, and everything came into view.

He probably never would have been caught except for one of the TAs who was curious why he hadn’t stored the book under his desk like most other students had done.

(*) To this day I never understood why the university expected students to memorize complex formulas like trigonometric identities and so forth. I felt we should have been testing whether they understood HOW to use the formulas rather than how many gray cells could be filled with what cos(4𝛳) expands to.

Every Man Needs To See This

What is your best badass firearm story?

My hotel room lock was unlatched at 3am, and a shadowed figure began entering while I was sleeping (mostly alone) in bed. I had about 3 seconds of hallway light before that door closed, and I was left in pitch black (probably to be raped or murdered.)

Luckily for me, my 38 snub-nosed revolver was within arm’s reach on my nightstand keepingvme company! I had brought it into the hotel with me, so I didn’t tempt a thief by breaking into my truck to steal it. At home, I always sleep with it on my nightstand at arm’s reach, so did the same at the hotel. That night my firearm saved my life! All I had to do was pick it up & point it at the guy for ONE SECOND. Make no mistake, I’d have shot him in his chest had he taken another step forward. However; simply showing my little friend was enough to get him contort himself trying to get away fast enough. It was like the movie the matrix where they’re going backwards in mid air.

When the police arrived I was told the security cameras were all off/not working, so this was likely an inside job. The front desk attendant had previously asked multiple times if I was staying alone, which now made sense!

The police thanked me for protecting myself so they didn’t have to get called to a rape, kidnapping or murder instead. No word on the perpetrator. He never got caught, but he certainly knows now that not everyone will be an easy victim.

What life event made you take a drastic measure?

Suddenly life has turned upside down.

Back in December 2021, my mother suddenly lost a lot of weight. We took her for many general checkups in different hospitals and the only thing that came out is that she has iron deficiency anemia.

We were concerned but it felt fine as nothing came serious.

We continued her treatment in the AIIMS hospital, her blood count started improving but she was getting weaker and weaker.

Doctors said she will be fine but we couldn’t wait and on February 2022 we took her to vishakhapatnam.

We just wanted to make sure if that’s the only problem she has or there is something else as she is getting weaker and weaker.

We are four members in the family me, my mother, my father and my elder brother.

My brother stayed at home due to urgent reasons, me, my father and mother took off for vishakhapatnam.

After several checkups as I sat in front of the doctor, he said my mother has an impression of gall bladder carcinoma.

My father due to the language barrier and not knowing English couldn’t understand what the doctor just said.

I was shook i didn’t know how to react or say. I looked at my father and said everything’s okay as I had no courage to break this thing in front of him alone. My brother had the plan of arriving two days after us.

I waited and kept it to myself and said everybody that doctor has found the disease and everything will be fine.

The doctor we met was a junior doctor and so he couldn’t give us much comments. Now the senior doctor we had to meet was available two days later.

So for this two worst days of my life I kept it to myself. Whenever I looked at my mother I wanted to fight with god so bad I wanted to cry out loud I wanted to scream but I couldn’t.

Looking at my father and mother kept me shuddered. Those innocent faces oh my god.

The doctor asked us to go for CT scan and I can’t tell you the amount of weight I was holding to myself seeing my mother weak and going through that scan and tests.

Two days later my brother arrived and I told him about the carcinoma. He fell on his knees I had never seen my brother so helpless and weak.

Picking up ourselves we went to our father and very calmly told him about the cancer. He was shook and divastated he started crying badly. Me and my brother handled him and made him understand that everything will be fine.

We stayed in vishakhapatnam till march.

Going through all this I got supplementary in my exam. I didn’t want to tell anybody about it, also I didn’t really have anybody to tell.

We stayed in vishakhapatnam for the entire march month for the tests, treatment and 1st chemo.

On 1st week of April I had my supplementary exams, I stay away from my hometown for studies so I had to go to my college to give my exams. And I can’t tell you how tough it was for me to leave my people at this situation.

We didn’t tell my mother about the cancer, we haven’t till now as we know how weak hearted and sensitive she is. Doctor told her that she is having some infection in her gall bladder and for that they will give her with intravenous administration of medicine thats it.

It has been 4 months she is going through her 6th chemo cycle. And by god’s grace she is doing better.

But that whole situation of doctor telling me and me seeing my mother going through tests as I was the only one allowed beside my mother during her tests in that condition and me telling my father about all this, has stuck so bad in my mind that I am not able to get it out. Suddenly a word or a scenario comes in front of me and I am all shook and attacked by that whole situation.

I can’t tell this to my father and brother as they are being very courageous and strong dealing with this.

I have started going to college and there I have just nobody to tell that, “listen I am again getting this thought can you help me with it or can you just listen to me”. I have not bonded with anybody as i couldn’t attend the college much going through all this.

But luckily I have few childhood friends with whom I share this anxiety of mine.

I wanna stay with my mother but I can’t due to the attendance criteria. It’s really hard for me to go to the college and stay around people behaving everything is super fine. My eyes get teary every now and then.

I had lost 15kgs back in the year and now I have gained all that weight again and going through my contamination OCD as well.

I am trying really hard to keep myself together and be courageous but I just can’t.

I really want people to be kind to everybody around them, we have no idea what disaster the other person is facing. The least we could do to eachother is to provide love and kindness.

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What is it like to be the child of a billionaire?

Not a billionaire but a millionaire and it was no picnic. In fact, it was a real lesson in learning how so many people in the US of lesser means might have lived. Some of the things I mention might be familiar as I’ve wirtten about some of them before in other posts.

My dad died with a net worth of over three million dollars. Today, it doesn’t seem like much but it was pretty high net worth back in the 1960s and 1970s. When I was growing up, he owned his own company. It was the largest antenna installation company and electronics repair firm in our state and was very successful. His hobby was collecting and shooting firearms, so he also ran the largest gun store in our state. From the way we lived, one would never know it as dad was extremely frugal (an understatement) with his money.

Growing up, mom made most of my clothes, often from hand-me downs given to us by friends and relatives. When she started buying store-bought clothes, they came from places that were the equivalent of a modern Walmart. Never saw a designer label. In fact, the only thing that saved me from ridicule was the fact that our school required uniforms. (Our coats and shoes, though, were cheap and out of style and the other kids did ridicule us for that and, of course, non of these items came from designers.)

For most of my growing years, we ate frugally…poorest cuts of meat (if there was meat) and meals that many poorer families would typically eat such as chick peas and pasta, macaroni and beans, escarole and beans, creamed tuna fish on toast, and the like. If we had meat for school lunches, it was one single slice of stuff like baloney between two pieces of American bread. Often, lunches were comprised of leftovers. When I turned twenty one, I weighed a whopping 132 pounds at six feet tall. (My wife actually saw me as undernourished and went on an all out campaign to bulk me up!)

Our house was literally falling down around us. The back brick corner near the steps had pulled away, creating a four inch gap. The roof leaked so badly mom had to put out five gallon buckets in a rain storm to catch the water. The plaster was falling off ceilings and the house was never updated at all. I could never invite friends over as a was ashamed to bring them into that house, especially after seeing the well-kept, albeit, modest homes they lived in.

We had a rodent problem, specifically rats, that was never addressed. One of my chores was to bait, set and empty the traps. We had a cesspool that had to service a family of six…no septic system, no sewers. When the cesspool waste got too high or would clog (this happened frequently), he would lower me (wearing waders) into it with a shovel rather than hire a company to pump it out. He would then lower down buckets which I would fill and he would discard in the woods behind outer house. The old cast iron waste pipes in the basement frequently leaked. His “solution” was to patch them rather than replace them. When they clogged one time, he instructed me to open an access plug and drain the waste into five gallon buckets. I did and I got smacked with a high pressure stream of waste directly in my chest. It’s amazing I never got hepatitis!

Mom had a washer but no dryer. We would be hanging clothes outside to dry, winter and summer. Sometimes a change in weather caused them to freeze on the clothesline and we had to carry them in, stiff like boards. If the washer broke down (and it did frequently), my mom was forced to make trips to a laundromat to get them washed and dried. Finally, it died completely and it took dad three years to finally buy a new one. She used the laundromat during all that time.

Our car was eight years old, unreliable and so rusty there were holes in the floorpan. Dad liked to run his vehicles “into the ground”. Only at that point would he replace them. Our driveway was filled with half ton vans from the business that had died but he would not pay to have them hauled away. Eventually, a neighbor registered a complaint with the town who forced him to get them hauled away.

When I bought my first car with my own money I earned from installing rooftop tv antennas part time for dad’s company starting at about fourteen years of age. Even so, he dictated what I was allowed to buy. He insisted it have an automatic transmission (which cost me two hundred dollars more) so my mom could use it. He did this to avoid having to buy his wife her own car; yet, I had to pay for the gas, maintenance, insurance, etc. He didn’t offer to help out at all. When he drove it and blew a brand new tire, he changed it and told me I needed to buy a replacement.

On the other end of the spectrum, Christmases were good. Mom would often sneak some treats into our lunches. We went on a one week vacation via automobile every year and a lot of family excursions on the weekends. We ate out at inexpensive restaurants at least once a month. He also paid for our state college educations though, in all fairness, tuition was pretty cheap at under $300 per semester.

There was so much more and, as I remember other things, I will keep updating this post but I think you readers have the general idea. I may be accused of making some of this up, but I swear it’s all true. I don’t look back with especially fond memories of my childhood. Of course, we didn’t know any better growing up but, as an adult, I sure learned what NOT to do with my family! In fact, this past Father’s Day, my oldest son paid me the highest compliment I’ve ever received when he wrote me a note in a card that said I really taught him the importance of family and set an example of how to raise children.

The real kicker, though, was that after his death, he left his entire fortune to his second wife of less than two years. None of his four sons saw a single cent!

When a Dad Realizes His Son is a Psychopath

https://youtu.be/nInpsReK8Sk

How do you handle cyberbullying or negative comments professionally?

Cyberbullying? I switch off.

Or I simply mock them more with strongly evidence comments. Right now there’s some british person who can’t do maths who thinks he knows everything, since he can’t actually argue against me he has decided to use racism and personal attacks against me.

But here’s the thing, you have to realise a LOT (I didn’t say all) of westerners are like this:

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Wussat? That;s the Goa’uld from Stargate.

Here’s what the stargate wiki says

Doesn’t that sound like a lot of westerners?

The end bit is pertinent, these types thing they are right about everything and if you call them out, post counter evidence they’ll be like the Goa’uld in Stargate.

HOW DARE YOU TALK AGAINST A GOD! I know everything!

A few weeks ago there was a discussion with Duncan

https://www.quora.com/profile/Duncan-Cairncross

He said I know for a FACT Russia is incapable of manufacturing anything! Bear in mind Duncan isn’t uneducated, he’s some sort of nuclear engineer. He spoke with absolute confidence.

So? I called him out on I asked him how do you know.

He just said he knew… implying he had some sort of omniscient powers.

I then asked him what colour the mug was on my desk, at which he said he didn’t know. So he went through some Olympic level mental gymnastics about how he knew everything but couldn’t see the colour of my mug on my desk.

Duncan doesn’t like me very much because I called out his omniscient god like powers. I frequently do this by challenging western KNOW IT ALLs to give me the lottery numbers. They seem to fail at this with predictable regularity despite their omniscience.

Here’s the other thing, Duncan types aren’t exactly rare. Day after day I get I AM A GOD I KNOW EVERYTHING TYPES talk down to me about how they know everything that happens in China and they see everything that happens in China too or wherever.

And here’s the funny thing. I rarely block them because it allows them to bleat on about their GOD like powers on and on and humiliate themselves over and over, yet their god like powers don’t let them see this for some strange reason.

What countries will you never visit again?

I’ve travelled to 20+ countries and I would not go back to India. This is unfortunate, because I really wanted to like India. Here’s why I won’t return:

DIRTY: Extremely dirty with garbage everywhere. Step outside a beautiful airport (India has built some nice infra in the last 5 years), and you’re in piss and shit.

https://steemit.com/travel/@koromandia/the-incredibly-dirty-india

CHEEK TO JOWL CROWDED: Crushingly and oppressively crowded and noisy with constant honking and yelling, (and barking by stray dogs).
SCAMS: A million scams; fake certificates, fake scamming callcenters, fake police, adulterated food, you name a scam, it’s here.
ANIMAL CRUELTY: Poor treatment of animals and nature. It’s upsetting to see people beat cows and stone stray dogs.

India’s 5 million stray cows are sacred—and a growing nuisance

In India, wayward cattle are trampling crops, spreading disease, and causing car accidents. They’re also venerated.

https://www.nationalgeographic.com/animals/article/india-five-million-stray-cattle-sacred-hindu

POLLUTION & BAD AIR: Unbreathable, filthy air in most big cities and filthy rivers: an environmental disaster. Here’s a listing of the most polluted cities in the world, most are in India:

https://www.iqair.com/us/world-most-polluted-cities?srsltid=AfmBOorNihjRwJqSPB2hYEb6gqtSzXgCrboAC1_E0W5724LEuWO2K048

MONUMENT DECAY: Not much to see: the monuments have a million hanger ons that harass you, and much of the history has been destroyed by rabid overpopulation. Sad to see gorgeous forts, with bollywood film posters pasted on, looted, and with and shoddy quality modern repairs.

https://www.indiatoday.in/sunday-special/story/monuments-sculptures-india-lost-missing-archaeological-survey-heritage-delhi-dara-sikoh-kos-minar-2521059-2024-03-31

THE STARING: The constant staring; indians openly gape at white people and foreigners. Women report being followed and “eve-teased” an uniquely indian form of sexual harassment. If staring was a olympic sport, India would win all the medals.

TREATMENT OF WOMEN: Extremely patriarchal society that mistreats women. Hardly any women work outside the house except in big urban centers.
COLORISM & INFATUATION WITH THE WEST: A country that lacks self confidence and self esteem; a mindless aping of the west and a desire to be white (what indians call “light skinned”). Dark skin and traditional indian looks are disliked instead of admired..this is likely a colonial hangup. Advertising billboard have whitened faces, selling in a brown country..an odd malapropism.

https://www.newindianexpress.com/magazine/voices/2024/Mar/30/nothing-is-fair-about-our-obsession-with-light-skin

https://www.moneycontrol.com/news/trends/detergent-in-milk-dish-wash-liquid-in-candy-horror-stories-of-food-adulteration-in-india-go-viral-12752746.html

A lot of Indians will lie and say India is great, but you only have to walk outside a US embassy (or any developed country embassy) to see hordes of people a mile long, desperately trying to get out. A pity, because this was likely a beautiful country centuries ago. A small % of rich live well, and a middle class (30%) manages, for the poor it’s a abject, brutish life.

Why doesn’t the West unite to plunder China’s wealth again? If China is completely defeated, we will not pay back the money.

The West never ever plundered China

They sold Opium and took advantage of the Chinese addiction but they never actually colonized China like they did to India or Sri Lanka or other places in Africa

They mainly TRADED with China

They didn’t steal the tea did they?

They purchased Silk and Tea from the Cohong merchants and in exchange paid them with Silver and later Opium

When their trade was threatened, they fought and bested the Emperor and got a few gains including HK

Yet the West never actually owned Chinese mines or lands themselves

They settled down in Cities and built factories and warehouses in places like Canton, Shanghai, Hongkong, Whampoa etc

The West never plundered China or Japan or Korea like they plundered India, Pakistan, Bangladesh or Sri Lanka or even Malaya

This was 1850s

Imagine 2024

They will be crunched like a cola can

How to Escape the UK RIGHT NOW

Why is AK or machine guns so important to Americans but China doesn’t want it at all?

One thing, I must declare, is that the Chinese may not be what you think. The peace-loving Communist Party, and the Chinese are one of the bound in this regard.

The Communist Party is the conservative party of China, and the biggest hawk in China is in the people, and this is no joke.

In the 19th century, there was no ban on firearms in China.

In 1993, a large-scale gun battle took place between two villages in Hunan, in which 5,000 people participated and lasted 34 hours. There are even earth cannons, broadswords, mines.

Encyclopedias published in China in the 1970s on how to use and make grenades, firearms, electricians, machine repair, how to fight bayonets, how to attack airplanes with anti-aircraft guns.

You see that the Chinese love peace today, and that is all under the control of the Communist Party.

You should thank the Communist Party of China for its love of peace.

Shorpy

Do you think open-carrying a firearm in public is a good idea? Does it deter would-be criminals?

IMHO yes. I worked at a convenience store a few years ago having and possessing a “Conceal Carry Permit”. I always “open carried” (my preference) a revolver in the small of my back while working.

It was against “company policy” at the time but I knew that “company policy” wasn’t going to protect me from someone with a firearm intent on harming me as I usually worked alone.

I had many good “regular” customers and one day one of them came in at his regular time and told me that the day before after leaving my store that he heard 3 guys talking outside and that one of them said “The Guy In The Store Has A Gun”.

He told me that they then all drove off.

I assumed from that that one of them had come inside the store earlier to “case out” the place and reported back to the other two about me having a weapon. I am convinced that the mere sight of me carrying a firearm at that particular time prevented a crime upon me.

So to answer your question IMHO “open carry” does deter crime. I don’t believe that open carry makes me a target. I believe that open carry makes criminals think twice before committing crimes.

Life Is Hard As A Man

He’s a real man, and it is refreshing.

Aside from Philippine territory, is the Philippines rightful on its claims on its territorial rights of West Philippines sea specifically the Scarborough Shoal? Why and why not?

No need. Here is the Philippine boundary by treaty of the Potsdam Declaration after WWII. This meeting was controlled by the US and set by the US.

This is the extent of the Philippines. In other words, all of the SCS islands are Chinese. Which is what the declaration said.

What’s a Picture Worth?

Submitted into Contest #247 in response to: Set your story on a spaceship exploring the far reaches of space when something goes wrong.… view prompt

McKade Kerr

Out beyond the distant galaxies, where unknown stars twinkled and unnamed wonders dwelt, a small spaceship with two brave space photographers soared by at hyper speed. Finnian, the courageous captain was at the helm, and his intelligent yet goofy co-captain Quixly was sitting nearby, looking through old books and scrolls. The two friends were on their way to take their greatest picture yet.“These are some pretty crazy legends, Captain.” Quixly said as he was reading the scrolls. “Are ya sure this planet actually exists?”“I’m pretty sure.” Finnian responded, looking down at the map on his control panel. “No one alive has ever seen it, and all the historical records differ in their accounts, but one thing is consistent through everything we’ve read: it exists. And I’m willing to try to find it if it means we can photograph one of the most amazing planets in all the universe.”“Oh, if it exists, we’ll find it.” Quixly replied. “I’ve looked through every book and map and scroll that mentions it, and I’ve done all the calculations that can possibly be done, plus a few more just for fun. It’s either at the location we’re going to, or it’s nothing more than a myth.” Quixly continued to search the scroll he was looking at, completely unaware of how boastful that last statement sounded. “Also, Captain, do ya really think the planet is alive? What does that even mean?”“First off, Quixly, you can stop calling me Captain. You’re my co-captain now, we’re equals in rank. Just call me Finnian. Secondly, I don’t really know what it means. I’m excited to find out though!”“Me too, Captain.” Quixly said, still looking at his ancient scroll.Captain Finnian was about to make another comment when he heard a beeping from their navigation system. “Oh, Quixly, we’re nearly there. Come on over here and help me find a good place to fly through. If this planet exists, then I’m gonna need your help getting to it.”Quixly jumped up and ran over to the control panel. “Yes sir, Captain! What are we flying through?”“Quixly, I’ve told you a million times, just call me Finnian.” The ship, following the precise instructions Quixly had uploaded earlier, pulled out of hyper speed in front of a huge wall of asteroids. The asteroids were all different shapes and sizes, and they were all moving in different directions and at different speeds. Both of them looked at the barrier in silence for a moment before Finnian answered Quixly’s original question. “We’re flying through that.”“What!?!?” Quixly responded, nearly falling down in shock. “But sir, there are hundreds of asteroids flying in all different directions.” He looked a little closer. “Thousands! Tens of thousands! We can’t fly through that!”“Sure we can.” Captain Finnian said, looking at all the asteroids. “It’ll be fun! Besides, no other captain alive has ever flown through it, we’ll be legends!”Quixly, who wasn’t quite as competitive or ambitious as Finnian rolled all three of his eyes. “I’d rather be a living nobody than a dead legend. I say we fly around the asteroids.” He looked at Captain Finnian and smiled hopefully.

“We can’t go around it, Quixly.”

“We could go under it?”

“Can’t go under it.”

“Above it?” Quixly’s voice was shaking by this point.

“Can’t go above it.” Finnian replied. “We have to go through it.”

Quixly gulped in fear. “But why, sir? Why do we gotta go through a giant wall of dangerous, scary, horrible asteroids?”

“Great question, Quixly. The answer is simple. Because this isn’t a wall. It’s a bunch of orbiting asteroids. Think of them as tiny moons. They’re surrounding the ancient planet we’re going to photograph. The only way to get to the planet is by going through the asteroids.”

Quixly just stared at Finnian, and then at the seemingly impassible barrier in front of them. He had been too busy figuring out where the planet was to research the details of what orbited around the planet. Flying through those asteroids seemed way too risky. But he wanted to see this ancient planet just as much as Finnian, and he had a lot of trust in his companion’s ability to fly a spaceship. If Captain Finnian said they could do it, they could do it.

“Alrighty ighty ighty, Captain. I trust ya. If ya say you can fly through, then we can fly through. Wowza. I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

Captain Finnian smiled at his quirky green co-captain. He was grateful to have a friend and co-captain who trusted him that much. He didn’t plan on letting him down. “Thank you Quixly. Don’t worry, it’s going to be completely fine. And again, you don’t need to call me Captain anymore.”

“Yes sir, Captain!” Quixly said. Finnian rolled his eyes.

They both sat down in their respective seats and got to work. Captain Finnian moved the spaceship forward slowly, and Quixly started doing calculations on the size, speed, and direction of the orbiting asteroids to give Captain Finnian the best chance at getting through. They both silently wondered what the ancient, living planet would look like. No matter what it was like though, taking a picture of it would be unlike anything they’d ever photographed before. They’d be nearly as legendary as the planet itself once they had a picture of it.

As they got closer, Captain Finnian hit a button on his control screen that opened up the gunner’s control on Quixly’s screen.

“Captain,” Quixly said, “I think ya hit something wrong. You just pulled up the gunner screen on my end.”

“That was on purpose, Quixly.” Captain Finnian replied. “I want you to be in control of our laser guns as we drive through. You can blast any of the smaller asteroids that I can’t avoid. That’ll help me focus on the bigger obstacles.”

Quixly lit up at that news. “Wowza! Do ya mean it? You want me to use the guns!?” As a navigating assistant Quixly hadn’t been authorized to use the spaceship’s guns. His recent promotion didn’t have those limitations.

“You’re a co-captain now, Quixly. It’s well within your right to use the guns. And what better time to start than right now?”

“Sir, this is an honor! Thank you!” Quixly was so excited that he nearly forgot what they were about to do. He then looked out the window again and his eyes widened considerably. “But wait! I’ve never done this before! I don’t know how to do it! Shouldn’t we use the auto aim for the guns?”

Captain Finnian laughed. “Quixly, I trust you. You’re the most precise navigator I’ve ever met, I have no doubt that you’ll be precise with the guns.” He then looked at his own screen and pushed a few more buttons. “Also, I’m turning my guns on auto aim anyway, just to be safe.”

That seemed to be good enough for Quixly. “Alrighty then! Let’s show these giant space rocks who’s boss! Hi-dee ho let’s go!” With that Finnian pushed forward on the thrusters, and they entered the maze of asteroids.

The next 15 minutes were a crazy blur of activity. Captain Finnian had to maneuver around countless asteroids of all different sizes, some of them several hundred times bigger than their spaceship. Quixly was going berserk with the laser guns, blasting everything that got close to them, and many things further away too. Although they were too focused to talk for the most part, Quixly couldn’t help himself from yelling out the occasional ‘Wowza!’, ‘Gee wizz!’, and even an ‘Owabungowa!’ once or twice.

Finally, right when it started to seem like there was no end, they blasted through a final asteroid and could see the rocky planet in front of them. They slowed the spaceship down and looked at the ancient, historical, legendary planet. They looked a little longer. Then a bit more.

“I think it’s dead.” Quixly finally said.

“I think you’re right.” Captain Finnian replied, disappointment evident in his voice. The planet they were staring at looked like a gigantic asteroid. It was grey, rough in texture, and not as spherical as most planets. The only word Finnian could think to describe it was ‘anticlimactic.’ They had been flying through space for months in a search to find it, and it just turned out to be a gigantic rock. The legends said it was alive, but it sure didn’t look alive. It didn’t even look like it had any life on it. It was just a giant asteroid.

“Well, I’m sorry to have brought you all the way out here for nothing.” Finnian said to his green friend. “I suppose we can still snap a few pictures, but then let’s get out of here, what a disappointment.” He turned to go get one of his cameras when Quixly gasped.

“Sir!” He yelled, even though Finnian was standing right next to him. “It moved!”

“Don’t mess with me, Quixly. I feel bad enough as it is. And stop calling me sir.”

“No, sir, I’m serious! Look! It just moved again! I think it’s actually alive!”

Finnian turned back around to look out the window and nearly fainted. The entire planet was moving! It seemed to be unfolding itself very slowly. Before they knew it, the planet no longer looked like a rock, but it took the shape of a giant rocky man. It turned its massive head and looked at the spaceship curiously.

“Wowza, I was not expecting that!” Quixly said. He then waved at the giant creature. “Hello!!! We came to take your picture! It’s nice to meet you!”

Although the living planet couldn’t possibly hear or understand what Quixly had said, it somehow saw him wave through the glass, and it copied the motion, waving back at them.

“Oh my heck,” Captain Finnian said, finally getting through his initial wave of shock. “I need to take a picture!” He then ran back to the closet with all his cameras and threw the door open. After successfully navigating everything else on their journey that could have gone wrong, he couldn’t believe what he saw. On the floor in front of him were hundreds of broken camera pieces. He must not have strapped the cameras in properly last time, and the rough journey through the asteroids knocked them all off their shelves, destroying them as they crashed into each other. They were completely useless.

“My name is Quixly!” Captain Finnian heard his friend yell through the window, still unaware of the broken cameras. “What’s your name!?” Quixly then turned to face Finnian. “Sir, come quick, we need some pictures…..” his voice trailed off when he saw the broken cameras.

Captain Finnian slowly walked back up to the front of the spaceship and slumped down in his seat. Outside, the giant planet copied his motion, although he had no chair to sit in.

Quixly looked at his friend, looked at the broken cameras, and then looked at the living planet again. “Ya know, Captain,” he said. “I like taking pictures as much as you do, but this might be one of the most amazing things I’ve ever experienced. I plan on enjoying it, picture or no picture. And there’s no one else I’d rather do it with than you.”

Captain Finnian looked at his friend and smiled. Somehow Quixly always knew just what to say. He didn’t know how he was so lucky to have such a great friend as his co-captain. In that moment he remembered that life is about so much more than taking legendary pictures, career success, or becoming famous. It’s about good friendships and enjoying the moments, which is what got him into photography in the first place. Looking back out the window at the gigantic, friendly planet, he actually felt grateful that his cameras broke. Getting a reminder of what’s really important in life was so much more valuable than taking another picture, no matter how rare it was.

“You’re right Quixly, thank you. It’s a blessing to enjoy this moment. Thank you for reminding me of that.”

“Well, you know me, Captain, always pointing you in the right direction!” Quixly said. They both then looked out the window and continued to wave, make faces at, and try to communicate with the ancient, living planet. A picture might be worth a thousand words, but a moment with a friend is priceless.

Is China a fascist police state?

This is quite topical, because a highly controversial cop-killing incident happened in China recently.

A 16-year old girl declared she was suicidal. She then jumped into a river, but could not drown because she’s a good swimmer. A People’s Police officer passing by jumped into the water to fish her out. However, every time she was brought back ashore, she jumped back into the river immediately, and the cop had to dive after her.

This process went on for several minutes until the cop (who couldn’t swim) was absolutely fatigued. A bystander tossed a rope into the water so that the cop could grab it. However, at that moment, the girl deliberately swam towards the cop, pushed him away from the rope, and the cop drowned to death soon afterwards.

Why did the girl do it, you ask?

Only she would know. Some people, when they feel suicidal, are known to have this urge to “take a few others with them”. Or perhaps she was never truly suicidal in the first place, only putting on a dramatic display to seek attention, and was spiteful towards her “rescuer” for ruining her show.

What we do know is that she was doxed, and hackers alleged that she’s part of a feminist movement on Xiaohongshu (the Chinese equivalent of Pinterest), a highly successful app notorious for its misandrist tendencies. One post in particular (see screenshot below) is believed to have been viewed, “hearted” or shared by her account:

Translated to English, it says,

“Can some men please just die already?! Let me teach you a way to kill males. Find somewhere crowded, jump into a river and pretend you want to drown yourself. Worthless males are usually inclined to save you. That is when you hold his head down in the water, and claim you weren’t mentally stable when you fell into the river.”

This post was from three years ago, and has been “favourited” over 30,000 times as of this moment. The post is still active and hasn’t been censored.

Li Xie (李燮, 1985~2024), the Chinese cop who drowned, was only recently given accolades for his dedicated service, and he now leaves behind a loving wife and two kindergarten-aged children.

We know for a fact that in America, cop-killers usually aren’t let off the hook so easily. Even if they weren’t shot 100 times by other cops on the spot, they’d be “taken care of” in prison. So surely in the “police state” that is the People’s Republic of China, the girl was immediately arrested and executed by the authorities, correct?

Nope. She walks free. There are no charges against her. The authorities specifically requested the public not to “cyberbully” her.

This whole incident proves several things:

The idea that China is a “police state” is demonstrably false. An actual police state would never tolerate a cop-killer. More importantly, policemen in an actual police state would never sacrifice their lives to save a civilian.
The narrative that China is a “totalitarian dystopia” where no freedom of speech exists is likewise, demonstrably false. An actual totalitarian dystopia would never allow grassroots/foreign-sponsored activist groups (such as neoliberal feminists in China’s case) to evolve to a state where they are openly calling for the extermination of other people, put those words into action, and grow to such an extent that their ideology is challenging the state’s ideology (Socialism with Chinese Characteristics in China’s case).
The conception of China being a “sexist/misogynistic” hellhole, as is often depicted by western media, is demonstrably false. If any sexism exists, it is towards men. Seriously, name another country where feminists can get off Scott free for killing males – not just any male, but an enforcer of the law.

I’ve been saying this since the Chinese feminists metoo’d the CCTV host Zhu Jun – the problem isn’t that China is too “Communist”, the problem is that it isn’t Communist enough.

Liberal democracy has been an utter shitshow in almost every country where it has been implemented. And given what its adherents have been doing in mainland China, Hong Kong, Taiwan and other parts of the Sinosphere, there is no reason to believe the system would work any better in China.

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Hamburger-Cream Cheese Casserole

Yield: 8 to 10 servings

Ingredients

1 pound ground beef
1 onion, chopped
1 tablespoon butter
1 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon pepper
2 (8 ounce) cans tomato sauce
1 (8 ounce) package noodles
1 cup creamed cottage cheese
8 ounces cream cheese
1/2 cup sour cream
1/3 cup green onion, sliced
1/4 cup green bell pepper, chopped (optional)

Instructions

Brown ground beef and onion in butter; stir in salt, pepper and tomato sauce. Remove from heat.
Cook noodles according to directions on package; drain.
Combine cottage cheese, cream cheese, sour cream, green onion and bell pepper.
In a 3 quart casserole spread half the noodles, cover with cheese mixture; top with remaining noodles.
Pour ground beef mixture over top.
Bake at 250 degrees F for about 30 minutes.

Notes

This may be frozen.

Car salesmen: who was the most “shrewd negotiator” customer you’ve ever had?

I have a friend who is an excellent negotiator when buying large items, cars, boats, houses… he will just wear you down, wait you out, and out last you. This story was about a boat he found at the boat show in Dallas Texas. Him and his wife, they are lake people, retired, has money (sold a business) and live a very nice life.

They find this Sea Ray, 32 footer at the show. And you know the dealer would rather sell the boat there rather than take it back. So my friend gets them all hot and bothered about selling this boat… they are selling, selling, and selling and he’s is the perfect buyer… lives on the lake, has a dedicated slip, has the cash, loves boats, husband and wife are together… they are closing hard. Let’s say this is March in Dallas.

They are talking price and terms and delivery and you have to know the salesman thinks he a commission in hand. He is closing hard. My friend, let’s call him Bob, will let that sales man go as far as he can go, then ask “is this the best you can do?” and “is there anyone else we need to get involved here?”. Then its the next man up. The general manager. Test drive after test drive. Try out the 42 footer, and the 28 footer. There is a used one, then there is a different brand… and Bob will work this guy as long as he can and ask…. “is this the best that you can do?” and “is there someone else we need to get involved here?” Now the dealer is on the clock. Bob will call about a newer model, last years model, this upgrade, that package… they have quoted him 4000 times. Bob knows the receptionist and the secretary by name, the “is this the best you can do?” and “Do we need to get anyone else involved here?” are relentless and he’s been told many times “this is it. it’s my call!” Until the manufacturer gets on board. We have this model, we have a demo, we have a boat show special, we can presale a next years model, and it just goes on and on and on, another boat show comes and goes. Bob has an office at the dealership, they share birthdays and anniversaries. He just wears them down… the conversation turns to “what do we have to do to get you to purchase the damn boat???” He answer “Is the absolutely the best that you can do on this? is there anyone else we need to get involved here?” The banker calls and says “we have a repo that is the same year, same model and same size, same package with very low hours on it.” and that’s the last thing the dealer wants to here.

By now the local boat dealer is almost out of it, would like to move the boat, there is no margin left in the offer… And Bob is still asking “is this the best you can do?” “do we need to get someone else involved?”

And finally, 18 months later, the boat has been sitting in dry dock, the dealership has wasted so many man hours with Bob, they have hired to CSR’s to deal with Bob. So many try it before you buy it deals. They strike a deal that Bob is happy about. They are basically begging Bob to take the boat, Yes, its full of gas, Yes, its a new battery, Yes, to new bumpers and ropes, Yes to a new Bimini top, Yes, we will delivery it for free… please take it, Go!

“Are you sure this is the best you can do? “Do we need to get someone else involved?”

Do the Chinese people remember who started the Opium Wars? What is the attitude towards Britain in China now?

I’m overseas born Chinese.

My dad taught me about it.

I remember, my children will remember.

What’s the difference? China Chinese are never forget, stay strong to prevent it from happening again.

As overseas Chinese? I want/need revenge. This means the western world should be flooded with drugs and it be put into everything even babyfood and tap water.

Has a nurse been inappropriate to you?

Not a nurse but a doctor. During a trip to Children’s hospital I was told that with my new medication I needed to see a throat specialist (make sure nothing was happening to my vocal chords). I’m referred to a nose, ear, and throat doctor the following week. At the clinic I’m to change into one of those ever so fashionable gowns and lay on the wonderfully comfortable bed/chair thing. The doctor comes in to examine my throat and larynx, you would think I would lay back or at least down. But no, I’m sitting upright, legs apart while the doctor stands between my knees on a stool looking down my throat. Everyone knows I’m extremely tall for my age (at this time I was 12 and 5’11. I’m not even leaning forward, I’m straight up and the doctor is stretching to see inside me. Hand on my barely covered knee, very close to my underwear, and I’m afraid about to fall on me at any moment. Before anyone starts to think weird thoughts or ideas, this is a middle-aged female doctor, maybe 5 ft tall if that. After stretching on her tiptoes and shaky my bare knees repeatedly, she says there some irritation but nothing serious. Over the counter drops or soothing sprays should take care of that and if it gets worse come back. All finished. Why did I need to get undressed for that? Why did she insist on me sitting upright, knowing I towered over her still? Dad said if that had been a male doctor he would have said something but it stunned him also. Yes, dad was in the room holding my hand and didn’t understand that procedure either.

Who was the craziest leader in history?

An often slept upon part of history is the Warlord Era of China, just a hundred years ago China was made up of a bunch of warring states. This produced many wacky leaders, but none come close to the insanity of this man.

Zhang Zongchang

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Zhang Zongchang was a warlord for the Fengtian clique in the Shangdong region of Northeast China. He proved to be a capable leader and fighter, utilizing armored cars and White Russian Mercenaries fleeing from the war. He was also one of the first people to use women in his army. In 1925 he captured both Shangai and Nanking. However this one of the few normal things about him.

Let’s start with some of the nicknames he got

Old Eighty-Six (believed to be named after his penis, which was 86 coins tall)
Dogmeat General (named after his affinity for paijiu , a game popularly known as “eating dog meat.)
72 Cannon Chang (we’ll get into this one later)
Three Don’t Knows (didn’t know how big his treasury was, his army, and his harem)

Now you are a sense of his character, let’s go over some of the crazy stuff he did

He once promised to return victorious or a coffin from a battle. Since he lost the battle, he returned by parade in a coffin while smoking a cigar
Zhang refused to drink any water except from a minor tributary of the Jinan River. He preferred to drink the water directly from the stream, often excusing himself from dinner to go drink from the stream
In the later years of his life he lived in Japan, where he shot the Emperor’s Cousin in 1929. It was ruled an accident but it was likely intentional as allegedly, the cousin was flirting with one of his concubines.
By far the craziest thing he did was during a famine in Shangdong. Many locals were at the Temple of Zhang Xian praying to a statue for rain. Upon arriving to the temple, Zhang decided to slap the statue and yell “f*ck your sister! How dare you make Shandong’s people suffer by not giving us rain” The next day he ordered his artillery to shoot at the sky in retaliation. It rained the next day, grant him the nickname 72 Cannon Chang.

On another note he also wrote poetry and it’s what you’d expect from a man like him.

“Poem about bastards”

You tell me to do this,
He tells me to do that.
You’re all bastards,
Go fuck your mother.

“Visiting Mount Tai”

From afar, Mount Tai looks blackish,
Narrow on top and wide at the bottom.
If you flipped it upside down,
It would be narrow at the bottom and wide on top.

Edit this blew up so I’ll give you another bonus fact:

After seeing a basketball game for the first time, he allegedly asked “Why the hell are they fighting over a single ball? We’re the hosts. Are we seriously this poor?” He ordered all the players be given a basketball.

What is the worst thing you’ve been told during a date?

Date three, back at my flat, for ‘coffee’. Just so you know, if we invite you in for tea, that’s a whole different ballgame involving kettles, teapots and China mugs, but I digress.

He starts off nervously: “you know how I said I was on medication for epilepsy?”

“Yeeeeees…”

“Well, that wasn’t exactly true.” Proceeds to unpack a cornucopia of little yellow and brown bottles from his rucksack.

“Right, no problem. Um, do you mind if I ask what’s wrong with you?”

“Well, I used to do a lot of drugs and had a kind of psychotic breakdown a few years ago. Hearing voices and cracking up. I was hospitalised for a few months.”

Gulp. He is a big fella, all muscles and tattoos.

“Right, so these days….”

“Yes well they can’t decide if it’s schizophrenia or just manic depression. The problem is knowing if I should do what the voices say.”

Did I tell anyone I was inviting him over?

“Have you ever hurt anyone because of the voices?”

“Um….only myself. And one or two other people. I don’t remember very well but I never went to prison, just the hospital. There are a few years that are pretty hazy.”

Slowly getting up, moving to the kitchen, acting calm and natural.

“Do you think maybe we could meet another time? I’m pretty tired and my family is coming to visit tomorrow.” (Complete fabrication).

He packed all his medicine bottles back in his rucksack, but before leaving asked if he could send me some of his short stories.

Of course. I’d be honoured.

We stayed in touch by email and he sent me some extremely disturbing prose centring on faeces, menstrual blood and what a useless, untalented writing teacher he had.

I felt compassion for him, but was relieved when he left my flat.

Poor guy.

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Do you salt both sides of a steak?

I can’t fathom other answers provided. It appears no one knows food science or cares to learn. Yes. You should salt BOTH sides, and generously too. I tend to salt most of my meats two or three days in advance of cooking. It’s the same reason BBQ pit masters apply a salty dry rub to meats and allow them to rest in that rub for multiple days before the actual cook. Here’s what happens. First, the salt draws liquid out of the meat which now mixes with the surface, causing the surface area of the meat to appear damp or wet. Eventually the meat reabsorbs that liquid, taking the “brine” with it. When salt mixes with water (in this case, the juices in the meat) it breaks apart into positive sodium ions and negative chloride ions. The chloride ions are attracted to the strands of protein in the meat and bond to them.

Imagine a telephone cable with birds sitting atop? The cable represents a protein strand while the birds represent charged ions. With enough time, the cable becomes supersaturated with birds (Alfred Hitchcock style). But there’s more than one cable. There’s billions of cables and trillions of birds. As the birds each share the same electric charge, they begin to repel one another, much as identical poles of a magnet repel one another. This causes the protein strands to spread apart, widening the gaps between them. These widened gaps make the meat more tender and permit more liquid to enter, deeper and deeper into the meat, becoming wide enough to allow larger flavoring molecules (like garlic, lemon, or whatever) to enter.

Salt is far more than a seasoning. It serves also as a tenderizing agent and paves the way for additional flavors to penetrate deep into the protein’s interior.

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What is something you saw while on an airplane that you couldn’t believe?

I was flying out of Orlando. The flight was delayed due to weather in Atlanta affecting incoming flights. The gate agents were busy shuffling people around to get everyone rebooked. Needless to say, many of us were in a foul mood, but trying to make the best of a bad situation.

We finally board. Most of us would miss our connections, but we’re all just ready to go. Earbuds go in and we wait for take off. Nobody is talking.

Once airborne, the captain made an announcement. We would be able to see the Space Shuttle launching in a few minutes, but only from the right side windows of the plane. Everyone on my side looked towards the other side. Those folks would be able to see it. Not us.

Sure enough, in a few minutes there were oohs and ahhs from the lucky passengers. Then without a word, as if it were coordinated, people started getting up and gesturing for us to look out their windows. We all got up and squeezed past each other to get a glimpse of the shuttle.

To be honest, it wasn’t that exciting. It was a huge white tail going directly away from the earth. It was completely perpendicular. What made it amazing, however, was the spontaneous sharing of the view. Tired, irritated people got out of their seats to share. In all probability, none of us would ever see the shuttle from a plane again, and I was grateful for the opportunity.

Then we all awkwardly returned to our rightful seats. Some people started chatting, others returned to their earbuds, but everyone was smiling. What started out as a crummy situation suddenly became a memorable adventure, all because people shared something.

Police Officer Exposes THE TRUTH On Domestic “Situations” And How Men Can Protect Themselves

"I have a professional job and I’m a 20+ year veteran. I’ve never met a cop or deputy sheriff that didn’t treat me with suspicion and indifference even though I was going out of my way to be nice to them for what they do. Now later in life I’ve learned to treat them with more suspicion than they treat me. Always watch your own back. Trust no one."

Have you ever quit your job in the middle of the work day? Why?

Not me but a co worker I once had , he was a labour for bricklayers, he was a nice enough guy good worker if you could get him to concentrate for more than 30 seconds at a time ,and to be fair old mate was dumb as a rock and he was a danger to him self and others but he had a great sence of humour witch saved him a lot. this one day he came in and I’d say he had one to many breakfast bongs, every thing was going wrong and the brickies let him know about it too, then one of the brickies said to him “your as useless as a screen door on a submarine, might be time to get off the weed bro”, talk about the straw that broke the camels back, old mate flipped it he walked off around the house crying, then came back, and for no reason picked up a trowel off a motar board ,told the boss to go fuck him self and through the trowel over the neighbours fence. so old mate gets his lunch bag and starts to walk off the site, the boss walks down and says come back and we’ll discuss this , old mate middle of the day turns around at the top of his voice in the middle of the street screems “stick your f$#ken job up your ass!! ” and then for some reason through his lunch bag onto the next-door neighbours garage roof, and walked off down the street , we never heard from him again. Lunch that day on the job was a quite one

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Older, maybe obsolete. But IMPORTANT.

The earwax problem that I could not let be

I do not remember if I related this story before, but I will relate it now. It’s about a massive earwax buildup.

Ok. So it’s sometime in the late 1990’s and I am cleaning out my ears. I’ve always has an earwax problem. And so I pretty much take the time to clean out the ears when I get a chance. Today, I use long soaks in hot water, but in those days I used hydrogen peroxide to do so.

So I am trying to dislodge this big blockage, and it was so bad that I really couldn’t hear out of my left ear. And I tried and tried.

So I have this massive big blockage, and I tried and tried to remove it, but to no avail. The hydrogen peroxide only caused the wax to get denser and stick into the ear. And sure as shit, don’t you know it, I had to leave for an interview.

So I got on the plane and flew into Western Tennessee to interview at a hot water heater company. Ah… Oh the pain in my head was unbearable. I’ll tell you what!

But a curious thing happened, I met an old colleague of mine there. Yeah, we both worked at Sunbeam-Oster back in the day. And it was a good merry old time reconnecting and all the rest.

Ah. Life happens.

Don’t you know.

So that night, when I got back to my hotel room, I crawled into the tub and soaked my head.

I made super hot water, and I soaked and soaked and soaked. At about the one hour mark, I felt everything discharge. So I held my breath and blew out the blockage. And it was massive… all quickly dissolving in the hot water. I must have had a pint of earwax there. Wholly cow!

Thank God!

And you know what? That was my massive earwax story.

Now, I know youse guys don’t want to hear about all this. You want to hear about what everyone else is talking about. But people(!) real life is not the war in Palestine; is not the President of the United States, and it is not about Ukraine, or Taiwan or whatever else the “news” wants you to concentrate on.

It’s about you.

And me.

And my story of the earwax problem that I could not let be.

And with that, today…

UPDATED 12:28 PM EST — South Korea Declares MARTIAL LAW; First Time in 50 Years

Hal Turner World December 03, 2024

It is a whole new world in South Korea where for the first in almost half a CENTURY an ’emergency martial law’ has been declared over a threat from North Korea.

President Yoon Suk Yeol on Tuesday said he had no choice but to resort to such a measure to safeguard free and constitutional order.

He accused opposition parties for allegedly taking hostage of parliament to throw the country into a crisis and for sympathising with North Korea.

‘I declare martial law to protect the free Republic of Korea from the threat of North Korean communist forces, to eradicate the despicable pro-North Korean anti-state forces that are plundering the freedom and happiness of our people, and to protect the free constitutional order,’ he said.

It has been reported that the parliament building has been shut, with entry and exit blocked to members.

South Korean Democratic Party chair Lee Jae-myung says there is high possibility military is mobilised to arrest members of National Assembly.

Martial law involves the temporary rule by military authorities. It is usually invoked in time of war, rebellion, or natural disaster.

Curfews are usually introduced, in addition to the suspension of civil law and civil rights. Civilians defying martial law being subjected to military tribunals.

Yook did not say in the shock announcement – broadcast live on national television – what specific measures will be taken.

He declared the step as critical for defending the country’s constitutional order.

It was not immediately clear how the steps would affect governance and democracy.

UPDATE 10:36 AM EST —

South Korean Army Chief-of-Staff General Park An-su has CONFIRMED martial law, with the suspension of parliament and political parties.

In the (new) image atop this story, the South Korea military is entering the Parliament building.  Below, Military helicopters are filling the sky over the capital city, Seoul:

He added that the government had imposed control over all media.

South Korean President Yoon Suk-yeol suspended democratic rule in response to preparations by parliament to begin impeachment proceedings against him.

UDATE 11:11 AM EST —

Troops enforcing martial law in South Korea are attempting to enter the building of the National Assembly of the country, and there is a clash with citizens at the entrance. This was reported by the YTN television channel.

Citizens gathered at the entrance, including members of parliament, are not allowing a small detachment of soldiers into the building. So far, the civilians have managed to hold back the soldiers.

• The parliament has been completely dissolved.

• The martial law government has taken control of all municipalities.

• The military has seized critical points.

• It has been announced that anyone who resists will be shot or arrested.

UPDATE 11:20 AM EST —

"COUP?????"

South Korean opposition leader declares a coup, stating "Yoon Suk Yeol is no longer the president of South Korea."

UPDATE 11:34 AM EST —

In the Martial Law Declaration, the President declared the South Korea parliament ‘dissolved.’ BUUUUUT . . .  the South Korea Parliament just convened and held a vote to LIFT Martial Law.  The vote was 190 to zero.  Looks like they’re not complying.

Under South Korean law, the Martial Law Act explicitly states that if the National Assembly demands an end to martial law, the president is obligated to revoke it "without any delay."

 While the Assembly has voted to block President Yoon Suk Yeol's declaration, the president has to formally still lift martial law. It is not over, yet.

South Korean opposition leader Jae-Myung: “All soldiers still enforcing the martial law decision will be tried for treason.” “There will be consequences for your actions; courts and prisons await you.”

On its face, this appears to be pure, governmental chaos going on right now.

Likely NOT a good time for the NORTH KOREANS to do anything…I’m guessing that the safeties are off and the South Korean generals are in charge of defense…likely with little to no civilian oversight.

A very dangerous time in Korea right now…things could go sideways with the North very quickly and without warning.

Hal Turner Initial Analysis

This could very well be related to Ukraine. Who is it that’s been supplying Russia with millions of artillery shells, ammunition and perhaps even rockets? NORTH KOREA.

If the Korean War is RE-STARTED – because it never actually ended, there is only an Armistice – then North Korea might not be able to continue supplying weaponry to Russia for Ukraine (and Syria.)

1 month ago:

European Union’s Borrell visits South Korea amid alarm over North Korean troops in Russia.

6 days ago:
Ukrainian envoy visits South Korea (they already got part of a loan -$100 million- of the up to $2.1 billion, on Nov 29) but the Koreans opposed sending arms.

4 days ago:
Russian Defense Minister appeared in North Korea for Unannounced Visit.

On its face, this is all connected: Russia, Ukraine, Syria, Georgia, and now, South Korea.

Somebody very powerful, WANTS World War 3. Whoever that is, needs to be “ended.”

UPDATE 12:02 PM EST —

South Korean military is saying the martial law will remain in place until the president officially lifts it.

UPDATE 12:28 PM EST —

South Korea stock markets are in shear chaos:

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Pakistan PM says militant attacks aimed at thwarting China cooperation

ISLAMABAD, Aug 27 (Reuters) – Attacks by separatist militants in Pakistan’s southwestern province of Balochistan are aimed at stopping development projects that form part of the China-Pakistan Economic Corridor (CPEC), Prime Minister Shehbaz Sharif said on Tuesday.

The assaults that began on Sunday, killing more than 70, were the most widespread in years by ethnic militants seeking to win secession of the resource-rich province, home to major China-led projects such as a port and a gold and copper mine.

“The terrorists want to stop CPEC and development projects,” Sharif said in a televised address to cabinet, adding that the militants also wanted to drive a wedge between Islamabad and Beijing.

CPEC, said to have development commitments worth $65 billion, is part of Chinese President Xi Jinping’s Belt and Road initiative.

Pakistan has not been able to fully build the infrastructure needed to tap mineral resources in poverty-stricken Balochistan, and has sought China’s help in developing the province.

In Beijing, China condemned the attacks and vowed to maintain its support for Pakistan’s counter-terrorism efforts.

“China is ready to further strengthen counter-terrorism security co-operation with the Pakistani side in order to jointly maintain regional peace and security,” Lin Jian, a foreign ministry spokesperson, told a regular news briefing.

Beijing has previously flagged concerns about the security of its citizens working on projects in Pakistan, particularly in Balochistan. Six Chinese engineers working on a dam project were killed in March in the northwest.

Separatist militants have also targeted Balochistan’s deepwater Gwadar port, which is run by China.

One of the groups, the Balochistan Liberation Army (BLA), took responsibility for this week’s simultaneous attacks on police stations, railway lines and highways in the province, the largest but least developed of Pakistan’s four.

Hundreds of its fighters, including seven suicide bombers, participated in the attacks, it said in a statement.

Chinese targets have previously come under attack by several Baloch militant groups, who say they have been fighting for decades for a larger share in the regional wealth of mines and minerals denied by the central government.

The Car Market is a Joke ….. Part 3

Should you throw the first punch in a street fight?

Absolutely.

Strike first, strike HARD, and (maybe) show mercy (legality and all). Striking first doesn’t mean you have to throw the first punch, either.

Most untrained “fighters” telegraph their attacks. When they load one up, beat them to the punch.

This is one of my go-to set ups right here.

Like, the other guy ALMOST threw a punch 😏

Bruce Lee called this a Stop Hit. It’s an advanced strike from a highly aggressive defensive counter fighting method and it’s extremely effective.

This right here was one of the highest concepts Lee expressed in his fighting philosophy, and it epitomized his “Way of the Intercepting Fist” hence his, Tao of Jeet Kune Do was at least in part, based on this concept.

Strike first? Don’t strike first? Your choice. Just don’t get hit!

Therefore, what’s most significant is your ability to control the distance in a confrontation.

I was sucker punched and jumped enough in my youth to learn the hard lesson of never allowing a hostile person to enter my personal space.

No exceptions.

That said, the person that throws the first punch is usually the aggressor and the aggressor is usually the one that has issues with personal boundaries. Generally speaking.

From a self-defense perspective and a legal standpoint (in most places) if someone invades your personal space issuing verbal threats (implied or overt) or they communicate a threat through their body language (feinting, flinching, fist clinching etc.), and most especially if they make physical contact (poking, shoving, pushing, chest bumping, slapping, etc.) you’re now justified in defending yourself with a reasonable amount of force to neutralize the threat.

So, should you throw the first punch in a fight?

Yes, there are numerous instances where doing so would be morally and legally justifiable. Not to mention, advantageous.

E.g. someone gets in your face and shoves you into a wall.

As this exact thing happened to me years ago, I was justified in kicking off the wall for added force and momentum as I ended the conflict with a single right hand closed fist to his nose.

One and done.

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Yup.

Did you ever get pulled over by a cop when you hadn’t done anything wrong?

Pulled over by two cop cars – state and local police – very late at night during the mid 70’s. My cousin, his girlfriend and I were driving home, up in Putnam County, just above Westchester ( having picked her up from her bartending job). We were smoking a J. All of a sudden there were lights and sirens. We pulled over, saying to ourselves: all this for smoking a J?? WTF!!

It got worse.

After we pulled over, there were screams from the cops: “ out of the car, get your fu____g hands over your heads, feet spread, up against the the car. Do it!!” This as our boys in blue rushed us, guns drawn.

My cousin’s girlfriend recognized one of the cops and called his name (taking her hands down), and yelled, “what is this??” They screamed again: “get your fuc___g hands in the air or we’ll blow your goddam head off,” as they were upon us, guns still pointed at us.

The cop whom my cousin’s girlfriend knew finally said: “Sharon, is that you?? Oh, shit.” To which Sharon said: “Yes, it’s me. WTF is this. What are you doing!!”

The screaming and frisking soon stopped as our friends from law enforcement determined we we ok and not whom they were looking for. Turned out they were not clocking us for smoking a J, but cuz three people, two males and a female, in a similar car. had just robbed a motel for its safe’s contents – at gunpoint. Luckily for us, two of the cops were regulars at Sharon’s bar and quickly recognized her – but they still finished the frisk. And they finally did apologize.

We needed a drink after this hair raising encounter.

What is something that completely blows your mind?

How to train new Vietnamese soldiers to become disciplined?

Obviously, punishment if they make a mistake is a common way. Let’s take a look at how the Vietnamese commander punishes their soldiers.

Got caught smoking? No problem. You would be smoked as many as you want but at a higher level.

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2. Don’t forget to heal the relationship after fighting with your comrade.

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3. One of the roommates gets up late, the rest will be taking care of his sleep under the sun.

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4. One man defecates into the vegetable garden, the whole squad has to pass each other the dung into the toilet.

5. One man got caught stealing a mango; he had to stay in front of and say sorry to the mango tree 1000 times: “Sorry comrade mango”.

6. Four men got caught playing cards. The commander gives them four shovels then orders them to dig a real grave, 500m away from the base. Then order them to bring each of the cards (each man each corner of the card) to the grave, walking, crying at the same time. There are 52 cards — could you calculate the length of the road that they have done?

7. There was a guy who has stinking feet. His feet stink out to the room so the whole squad rushed to hit him. The squad was punished by smelling his shoes in one hour at 12 A.M.

8. One man gathers late because of buying a bottle of water on the way heading to the training ground. He was punished by bringing along the bottle, crawling to the store where he bought the bottle, and go back 20 times.

9. Four men got caught playing cards; the commander brought them to the football court. They played cards with four men standing at four corners of the court. Each turn, the player must run to the center of court then put the card there and run back.

10. (This is my personal experience) One time, my neighbor squad didn’t want to sleep. They were chatting and laughing after sleep time. The commander ordered them to come in front of the rubbish dump and smile to the trash bin. “You will be forgiven when the trash bin smiles back at you”, The commander said.

There are countless other funny punishments in the Vietnam military environment. All the newbie will catch one of that stuff. Those punishments really work, most people step out from the military environment become disciplined and polite.

My Nurse GF Cheated And Got Preg When I Lost My Job, Now I’m Making More Money And She Wants Me Back

Crazy stuff regarding relationships. Ugh!

Has a nurse been inappropriate to you?

Bearing in mind that inappropriate behavior is in the eye of the beholder.

Yes I have had a nurse behave inappropriately towards me, in my opinion.

A few years ago, I had a heart attack and had been in hospital for a few days. I am blind and as the doctor had said that I would be okay getting up, having a shower and going to the bathroom with some assistance, I asked for guidance to the bathroom.

Now I expected this to clearly mean that the nurse guide me to the door of the bathroom then let me enter the bathroom, then allow me to proceed to use the toilet, wash in the shower myself. Then proceed back to the chair beside my bed, cleaned up and refreshed in some clean clothes.

The more elderly nurse, female, came to my room, led me to the bathroom and to the toilet, then took my penis in her hand to get me to urinate in the toilet.

I was not happy at this and told her to leave me alone.

She told me that I was blind and therefore I needed sighted help to go to the bathroom.

As someone only blind for about five years I assured her that I had no problems using a bathroom alone and definitely did not appreciate her assistance.

There was a brief back and too between us as she insisted that such help was appropriate, only when I told her that I wanted to speak to her supervisor, did she relent and actually left the bathroom.

Later I called my wife on the phone to tell her about the incident. My wife then called the nursing supervisor and the nurse was re-assigned to other patients.

Kishore Mahbubani: The Biggest Mistakes of the US, China, and ASEAN

Is it possible that someday China would abandon their thousand years of authoritarian regime and embrace democracy? If not, what are the reasons why China couldn’t do that?

What’s the antonym of authoritarian? According to the thesaurus, it’s permissive or liberal.

In other words, authoritarian is a STYLE of governance, not a SYSTEM of governance.

And how does the OED define democracy?

One man one vote.

It is a voting system to choose leaders, and not a SYSTEM of governance.

Meanwhile, the word regime refers to a particular system of governance, but CONNOTES a negative form, namely oppressive or repressive leadership that burdens the people.

Five minutes with a dictionary and it lays bare the revolving door of innuendo a thousand such questions depend on, and the poor grasp of political concepts among the ilk.

And that is sad.

The Chinese government has many faces. It has been remarkably liberal and forbearing in the conduct of diplomacy, to the point many states do not treat it with the p5 UN security council status that it deserves.

Other than heinous crimes, China’s criminal code is more lenient than many first world states, especially in what it classifies as misdemeanors and the variety of process and discipline available to shape antisocial behavior.

Put another way, any more-than-cursory exploration of Chinese criminal justice can support the “authoritarian” thesis among several highly evolved first world “regimes” when it comes to the handling of crime.

The Chinese system of governance is thoroughly modern.

Bloodlines and patronage are no longer seen as legitimacy to rule, unlike say, the UK, with the Crown and the House of Lords still fixtures of public life.

There is a continually revised constitution to keep up with the times, unlike the US, trapped in its insistence that they have reached the end of history and living perfection.

Parliament is carefully chosen from the people, designed to offer the broadest representation throughout society, whether it is across ethnic, geographical, religion, gender, income, profession, special needs or what-have-you. Consultation across all levels of society is baked into policymaking.

I have not come across a more diverse and representative parliament. Not even india’s vaunted “democracy” comes close.

I can go on to describe the good in Chinese governance which is surprisingly plentiful but I won’t.

Ultimately, what is good governance? A government that is of the people, by the people and for the people.

And the Chinese are the best people to judge, because they have to live China.

The rest of us making vicarious choices on their behalf to inflate the ego should be rightly ashamed.

About a boy

“When I asked my 11-year-old son to help me unload dirt from our small pickup into his mother’s new garden boxes, his reaction was typical.

“Ummmm… I’m busy right now,” He said.

He was playing Roblock on the family laptop, wearing sweat pants and an old T-shirt, lounging on the sofa, feet on the coffee table.

“No you’re not,” I said.

There was a fight, moaning, excuses… the usual.

Moments later, we were next to a wheelbarrow shoveling dirt. He looked at me with flat eyes, his hood up, shoulders slumped, and said, “Why do we have to do this?”

I thought for a moment, because I’ll admit, it was a valid question. Neither of us were all that into flowers or vegetables, or any of the things that would be grown in those garden boxes. But my wife, Mel, loves gardening.

I thought, and he waited, and finally I said, “When you love someone, you serve them.”

I went on, telling him that I want him to grow up to be the kind of man who serves his family, friends, and community.

“This” I said while gesturing to the dirt, and the garden boxes I built the weekend before, and the wheelbarrow and shovel, and the first of many truckloads of dirt we would unload over the next few weeks, “Is what love looks like.”

He didn’t like my answer. I could see it in the way he reluctantly picked his shovel back up.

We finished unloading the dirt. The next day, while I was at work, and the kids and Mel had the day off because it was between terms, Mel sent me this picture. Mel picked up another load of dirt and before she had a chance to unload it, Tristan voluntarily started working. When she asked him “why,” he shrugged and said, “Because I love you.”

I’d never been prouder of my son.

Shorpy

When you first went to prison or jail, were you more scared going in or coming out?

I served my sentence in an Australian Prison and had never been in prison before or had a criminal record. When the prison van arrived at the prison from court after being sentenced the inmates had already been locked up for the night. When I stepped out of the prison van and saw the prison itself I found it to be very intimidating and did it frighten me on first reflection yes it did but I went to great lengths to try and not show it in front of the other Inmates there with me.

We were met at reception by a a Principal Prison Officer which is the 3rd highest rank in the prison. Right from the start he made it very plain who controlled the prison and it wasn’t the inmate’s. He told us after calling out our names that we will from then on be reffered to by a number. He told us we are to salute all officers regardless of rank. That visits are once a month for 20 minutes. That we could write 1 letter a week and receive no more than 2.

After changing into our prison green’s we were taken to the wing to be locked up for the night. By this point my mind was all over the place trying to keep it together. When we got to the wing to go to our designated cells I remember the most depressing feeling overcoming me. I’ll never forget the sound of the bolt going through the lock on the cell door as the officer locked me in for the night. It was then that fear over took me and the gravity of the situation that I put myself in hit home to me.

Because all the inmates had already been locked up for the night the fear of not knowing what to expect when we were let out of our cells made for a very long night. I’ve read over the years on Quora where inmates in prison for the first time felt that all eyes were on them when they first came into contact with the other inmates. That I very much related to because that’s how it felt and that in itself for a new inmate can be scary and intimidating. Every wing had it’s own yard where they put the inmate’s in which was about 100 inmate’s together till we were locked up again.

Before I was put in the yard the Wing Officer called me into his office where he told me that because I had to serve more than 10 years I had a choice whether I wanted to be by myself in the cell or be put into a cell with another inmate. For me it was an easy decision to make I told the wing officer I don’t want to be with a cellmate so I stayed one out throughout my sentence. It wasn’t the fear of having a physical confrontation with an inmate who tried to stand over me because I was a new inmate. I was far from being the best fighter in the yard but regardless of the outcome I wouldn’t have let an inmate stand over me. The fear was one of not knowing what to expect as a new inmate.

As far as was I scared about being released after serving 16 years in prison. No I wasn’t scared I couldn’t be happier and excited that the day finally arrived where my wife and son and I could be a family again. I knew alot had changed in society in the years I’d spent in prison and I had to adjust to my new world as I got used to the changes that took place.

Why do many Chinese people on Quora think Communist China is a perfect country and think CCP is always a victim?

I don’t know where you got that stupid idea from, but let me set you straight…

Nobody thinks Communist China is perfect, not even the Chinese people themselves.

And nobody thinks the CCP is a victim.

However, generally speaking, China is a wonderful country. It has a lot going for it. In most respects, it is a better country, a better place to live in, than the United States.

Whatever you may think of China, I guarantee that you’ve been terribly misinformed.

China has opened up to visa-free travel for many countries. People who visit China are mightily impressed. I recommend you take one of these visa-free trips.

While working in Hong Kong in the 90’s it wasn’t uncommon to see white police officers but after the handover they all disappeared, did these officers not have any option but to leave?

They were allowed to stay on if they wanted.

There’s also a bit of a misconception here. The white police officers in the HK Royal Police force all entered at the rank of police inspectors. There were no foreign police officers who entered service below this rank. Note that while they entered at police inspector, if they wanted to be put on the elevator (HK civil service got regular promotions) they had to learn Chinese up to a certain level. The inspectors were put on a 3 month intensive course and had to reach a certain level of fluency in speaking and reading before promotion was opened up.

Secondly recruitment of foreign police officers in Hong Kong stopped in 1994. Add in the retirement at 55. There were a few who stayed on and ended up retiring in the 2010s.

There’s still a few of them, we saw them during the riots. The bomb squad is mostly composed of UK born british police officers. The leaders of the anti riot squad are also foreign born white guys. We saw this around September 2019 when the AR15s came out and they were photographed at a command post.

By 2021 there were about 60 left from before 1997.

There’s also a bit of an irony about it. Some of these were police from before 1997. Retired at 55 and then were hired back because there just wasn’t anybody to fill the role. The bomb squad for instance. Nobody in HK other than the PLA has any experience in this so they hired the old bomb squad person back and a foreign team.

This will likely change I think the bomb squad will likely be replaced by former PLA army officers in the future.

16F, my 12 yr old brother likes to try to punch me, my parents do nothing because he has autism. if he punches me and hurts me am I allowed to punch him back, he weighs a lot more then me and he is stronger so would I get juvie time for defense?

That’s a tough question! It is more likely that Child Protection Services would get involved, if things escalated beyond disapline outside of your home.I teach martial arts with a heavy emphasis on self-defense.

I had a very similar situation with a 14 year girl in my school. She was being punched by her 17 year old, autistic brother. Her parents were doing nothing to protect her. She hid her injuries until one day, after missing a week of classes, she came in with a black eye. I talked to the girl’s father. It turned out that he wanted my help telling his daughter, she shouldn’t defend herself against her autistic brother. She had kicked him in the groin and his right knee, causing a partial tear in his ACL.

After taking both children for medical attention, the father told the doctor a bullshit story about what had happened. He wanted me to back him up if anyone came asking questions because of his daughters training. At the time she was preparing for her black belt test.

Well, screw that! I called C.P.S. myself, and reported what my understanding was, of what was going on in the home. I went to Court regarding the investigation. The girl was removed from the house and temporarily placed with my wife and I until things were sorted out.

Temporarily custody turned into 1 year and 7 months. We fought her parents like hell to keep her safe and with us every step of the way! After that year and 7 months, her brother nearly choked the mother to death, and was institutionalized by the Family Court. After that, the girl returned to her parents.

So, here is the tough question. Since your brother is so much bigger than you, there is the potential for you to be seriously injured by him. If your brother attacks, and tries to kill you, if nobody is there to help you, then what happens? Ask yourself, if your parents are allowing, what can only be described as domestic abuse of you to continue, do you have a trusted adult you can confide in? What are the reproductions to yourself and family if you don’t talk to someone? This is a very difficult question for you to answer for yourself!

Everything I said is predicated on not knowing how severely autistic your brother is, and what he’s capable of. If If you truly feel that you are in danger, please get help! If your dad was beating your mom, what would you do?

Good luck young lady! I truly hope that this situation can be worked out in a manner that’s beneficial to you and your family.

Warmest regards,

Master Robert Kopishke

What is the strangest way you found out your significant other was cheating on you?

Husband tells me that he left the large business checkbook folder out in the cab of his truck. So I go out and get it as I am busy with my job, the kids and the house but I still have to reconcile the business checkbook every month. I open the driver’s side door and a letter falls out. Yes, it was from one of his friends from university who also attends all the reunions. Besides him not wanting me to see how sloppy drunk he gets, he apparently stopped asking me to attend with him because he had a side thing going with this woman. I got angry. I called her phone number several times to let her know that I knew. She had even brought her kids to see him (us?) in our home state. She never answered so I left a message that she had left her belt at my house and shall I mail it to her? Note also that the hangups stopped after I did that. With husband, I pointed out how good he had it here at home, and how dare he share himself with someone else when I would have to do all sorts of things short of begging if we were to ever be intimate. I told him if he wants to be with the married woman to go right ahead. He didn’t. Sometimes I think that would have been better because maybe I could have gotten out in time to make a better life for myself and our children. Instead, I stayed and he managed to mess us all up even more. Narcissistic abuse is real and it is emotionally, spiritually, mentally and physically damaging to the victims of the abuse. No, he didn’t beat or hit me, but I became very sick from the gaslighting and other crap he used to do. Free now and recovering and healing.

Pepe Escobar : How Strong Is the Resistance?

Serious.

Is it true that martial arts are useless in a street fight?

Martial arts are a skill. If you end up in a street fight, you will do better if you are skilled in martial arts than if you are not. It is not useless, but it is not an “I win” button.

Avoiding a fight is best. You should train your situational awareness and perception. The more time you have to prepare, the more options you will have. De-escalating, running, getting a weapon or something to block with, calling police or security, getting to an advantageous position, getting a loved one out of the situation. All of these are good options if you can recognize the threat early. Many attackers will back away from somebody who seems prepared, as they are looking for the low-hanging fruit. Likewise, if they are looking to rob you, throwing your wallet towards them can give you time to get away. Property can be replaced.

Martial arts practice has rules. Street fights do not. You need to go beyond what you practiced in sparring to focus on actually hurting the opponent.

Street fights often involve weapons. While it is possible for an unarmed person to win against a weapon, this gives the attacker a big advantage. Expect to be injured even if you win.

People who start street fights often have experience fighting. It may not be formal training, but expect them to have some skill.

Street fights can involve multiple people. Being outnumbered is bad. In real life, attackers don’t wait their turn and attack one-by-one. They gang up on you. Using the environment to limit the angles they can attack you can help.

Killer Vlogs His Murder on Snapchat

https://youtu.be/hh3tq-P8epQ

Man Reveals Horrifying Secret in His Backyard

https://youtu.be/nWA2ZMg-ig0

Adrift

Submitted into Contest #247 in response to: Set your story on a spaceship exploring the far reaches of space when something goes wrong.… view prompt

J.C. Vayda

An alarm went off in the control center and the intercom voice system came to life.“Warning! Warning! Sudden Impact! Sudden Impact!”An asteroid the size of Manhattan came into view, and Space Viking I was about to crash. The only crewmember onboard never imagined she’d hear that alarm go off when she went through the academy. She treated it like the boogeyman—some fake, made-up terror that haunts you by manipulating your imagination. The boogeyman isn’t real, right? He’s not actually going to burst out of my closet, right? The sudden impact alarm isn’t real, right? It’s not actually going to go off, right?But that’s the thing about fake, made-up terror . . . Once it has dug it’s claws into your mind, it can become as real as flesh and blood.“Warning! Warning! Sudden Impact! Sudden Impact!”Rebecca ran to her station and grabbed the brake lever with both hands. Only one hand was needed, but with her life seconds away from being over, both hands reached out. She pulled the lever. The brakes engaged. She screamed.

“Warning! Warning! Sudden—”

***

Breaking News / Chief Director of Space Viking Astronomic and Science, Dr. Rines PhD / Formal Address to the Nation on The Recent Tragedy of Space Viking I / Space Viking Headquarters / Front Lobby

Dr. Rines: We regret to inform the nation as well as the world that the Space Viking I crash landed on an asteroid three days ago. The astronaut and pilot on board was Rebecca Towerson. She was an excellent scientist, explorer, and visionist.

Reporter: Sir, is there any effort for a rescue attempt? How can you confirm that is what happened?

Dr. Rines: There will be no rescue attempt. The Space Viking I was the only vessel in existence capable of navigating through space. We were able to pull data and photos from the cameras located on the outside of the vessel when we received a sudden impact alert, but all data coming in seized soon after that.

Reporter: Sir, did she say anything before the crash?

Dr. Rines: The transmission log is currently under investigation and will not be disclosed at this time.

Reporter: Sir, what does—

Dr. Rines: Listen, everyone. Rebecca Towerson was a one-of-a-kind individual. Without her, the Space Viking I project would’ve never been completed. When I first met her, she told me that when she was a little girl, her dream was not only to make history but to send humankind further than it ever imagined it could go. I understand the recent events are terrible. It’s a tragedy, indeed. But I want each one of you to know that Rebecca Towerson accomplished her dream. She has made history, and she has sent us beyond what we ever imagined was possible. She will never be forgotten. Her legacy will live on forever.

Reporter: Sir, what will you tell her daughter?

Dr. Rines: I will not be taking any more questions at this time.

Reporters: Sir! Sir! Sir!

***

Rebecca’s eyes opened and for a moment she didn’t move. She lay still in her bunk. The room was dim, cool, and quiet. The soft hum of a control panel beside her produced a thoughtless ambiance. She looked at her watch. Did it matter what day or time it was? It was almost as interesting as it was scary to think about. Why? Well, because that was what day and time it was back on Earth. A place so far out of reach, its sight was swallowed by the blackness of space. She remembered the moment it all went to hell.

***

Rebecca was fixing her a cup of tea when the alarm went off. She alerted Earth before she left her station to fix the tea. It was protocol.

Towerson: Low traffic. Taking break.

Earth: Good copy. Enjoy.

Low Traffic meant a sector was clear of space debris (natural-made). This let Rebecca get up, stretch, relieve herself, eat, and rest. High Traffic meant the opposite and she would need to manually navigate the ship through whatever obstacles lay ahead of her.

She was knocked unconscious after the impact. When she woke up hours later, she went to the bathroom to vomit. Concussion—check. Engaging the break didn’t stop the crash from happening but it left the ship intact enough to be able to move and live about it. She was thankful to be alive, but she knew she only prolonged her death. She looked in the mirror and pieced together what happened. The list was short. Low traffic—check. Teatime—check. Asteroid comes out of nowhere—check.

Rebecca walked back to her station and tried to send a transmission to Earth but the communication system was damaged. She walked to the window in front her station and turned on the outside light. It was terrifying. All she saw was a valley of grey rock before her. In that moment, Rebecca new Space Viking I was adrift, riding on an asteroid, and heading toward the void of the unknown. She analyzed and evaluated the ship’s condition. She only had one question to answer—can we get off this rock? After several hours of troubleshooting, she had her answer—No.

The crash happened three months ago.

***

The control panel warning light turned red, and the screen display lit up. She turned over in her bunk and looked.

Warning: Oxygen Level Low

Oxygen Level: 10%

Time Remaining: 15 Minutes

Action: Refill Immediately

Refilling wasn’t going to happen. The tanks were empty. She used all of them up since the crash. She was surprised she made it last three months. She could’ve made it last longer if she didn’t work so hard to troubleshoot the ship in the first week. It expended a lot of energy and that expended a lot of oxygen.

“Space Viking I to Earth. Over and Out.” Rebecca said and closed her eyes.

The minutes crept by, and the air begin to tighten around her. Suffocation was a strange feeling. It was like standing in the middle of a desert with thirty layers of clothes on. Rebecca thought she would be scared. She thought it would hurt. It didn’t. Her last visions were beautiful—overwhelmingly beautiful.

First, she saw herself as a little girl again running around in the backyard on a summer night in August. She paused to look up at the stars. Her little eyes watched in wonder as a satellite passed over.

Then, she saw herself up on stage graduating from the academy. She saw her mother clapping. Her mother had tears in her eyes. It made Rebecca cry too. I told you, momma, not to cry! Cause if you do, I’m gonna cry too!

Finally, Rebecca saw her daughter approaching.

“My little baby girl . . .” Rebecca said and smiled.

Her daughter held out her hand. “It’s time to go home, Mommy. It’s time now.”

That night, somewhere in the far reaches of space, Rebecca Towerson went home.

***

Annie Towerson got out of the passenger side door of her best friend’s car. It was her first day as a Freshman in High School. She was a bit nervous. Her best friend could see it. A few news vans were parked outside. Their cameras were up and ready to cover the story of the age.

“It going to be okay, Annie. My freshman year was a breeze.”

“It’s not that,” Annie replied.

“What, are you afraid to be the most famous girl here today?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. I don’t like it.”

“Live it up. You know you should.”

Annie walked to the front of the car and looked at the school entranceway. In large brick letters above the archway, it read, REBECCA TOWERSON HIGH SCHOOL

Her friend walked up beside her, put her arm around her, and looked at the large brick letters above the archway too. “Listen, Annie. You better not get any crazy ideas about becoming an astronaut, too, okay?”

Annie grinned. “No promises.”

Her best friend sighed and rolled her eyes. “You’re killing me, Annie!”

A few students walked by, glanced, and began whispering to each other.

Annie’s best friend grabbed her hand and said, “Come on, Annie. Let’s go say hi to the cameras, shall we?”

Rebecca Towerson’s legacy was already cemented. Her daughter, Annie Towerson . . . Well, her legacy was about to begin.

Some of my latest MM generations using AI

These are from a hodgepodge of playing around with the various settings.

Now the nudes show up if you use a Baroque setting, as most of the art from those days were nudes or “fig leaf” nudes.

The ample chests on some of the ladies is a result of the work around for the inherent “child pornography” rules in the model. If you say “young”, “pretty”, or “girl” the AI crashes with a warning that it will not produce child porn.

So you can say “woman”, but if you are not careful, you will start getting 60-year old golden girls. *sigh*

But, if you say “motherly” then it starts producing more accurate works. Though they tend to be busty.

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This is a “handsome man” on a boat with a cat, drinking a glass of wine.

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A man and his pregnant wife on a boat…

A man “drinking” wine with a cat on a boat…

A beautiful woman with a cat on a boat.

And another…

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Adding more people…

I think the AI messes up the placement of the nipple from time to time. I do like his shirt though.

This is a favorite…

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This is the all-time best of the bunch. Right height.

This is from my “Bacchus anointment” series…

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Boy this one is a beaut…

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Same arm position as my very first oil painting after my first divorce.

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Nice.

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A dirty AI mind?

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Trying different models. Not too impressed.

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I do like this one…

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Too many grapes.

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Good, but the third glass of wine needs to be photoshopped out.

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What????

Check out the cat.

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Two sets of twins?

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I really like this one. The soft tones of the center woman’s chest is lovely. The cats are great. and the grapes are on a platter.

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Yes.

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Also a yes.

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Love that golden vessel in her hand.

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Here are some worried Chinese gals. There’s an (unintended) hint of sexual tension…

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I don’t know what happened to generate such a suggestive work…

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And then out of the blue we get this. I have no clue as to why the AI spit this one out…

Then I went for Thailand and Indonesian praying and processionals in the rain. Which created some really interesting art….

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The exposed boobies is disconcerting.

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Ah. This is more like it.

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Covered, but sensual.

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Even better. Love the wet silk fabric.

Even better; white cotton.

I cannot deny the allure of wet silk.

But this is lovely.

This is a “dramatic” variation suggestive of drama.

Better than this…

Do you all feel wet yet?

I changed the seed and the AI model to “Lifelike Vision” and ended up with some very interesting pictures. All the hyper busty topless girls are gone, and there’s far more detail. Nice, but I really hate the rendition of the clothing folds. Far too detailed for my tastes.

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Notice the too many rolls on the sleeves… (aside from the messed up hands and arms)

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I just don’t understand where the peach came from…?

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Is that a cigarette that she is passing around?

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Good, but not great.

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Fine.

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There has to be a topless chick in ever other picture, don’t you know.

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I do love the bodices. What a nice pattern.

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Epic. But I don’t get the references.

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Nice…

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Now that is one swarthy dude.

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Nice bodices.

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Again. I see some pattern inspirations.

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I do like this one…

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Dynamic but without the excitement.

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Always a topless one in the bunch.

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This one is typical. partial exposure of the chest next to a headless woman.

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And this is what you get when you type a “quiet moment alone between two lovers at home”…

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Why are the men always shirtless?

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Not alone, but the expression on the two chicks is certainly interesting.

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My Lordy!

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Why don’t the Chinese people get rid of the CCP or failing that, why don’t Anti-China nations threaten harsh measures against China (Sanctions/removal from the UN,etc.) until China does get rid of the CCP? The CCP is no good.

Unfortunately some people live with a very uninformed idea about China. Many opinions are based only on what they read in western media. Or the labels like communist country.

I’m a Canadian Born Chinese who moved to Macau in 1983 and now consider it home. It is at the door step of China and I have visited over 100 times.

If anyone has an axe to grind about China it would be me. My parents were separated for 17 years because of the Canadian government. The Chinese Exclusion Act did not allow Chinese to immigrate. My father was already living there but couldn’t bring my mother and my sister because of that.

My grandfather went to Halifax and had a laundry business. Brought my dad over when he was 9. My dad was the first Chinese to graduate from the local university.

My grandfather went back with a bit of money and bought land and hired itinerant workers to grow rice. He died during WW2 and left things to my grandmother to look after. After the Communists took power, my grandmother was branded a capitalist landlord and made to beg for food as a punishment.

My mother and sister emigrated to Canada in 1949 after my father got citizenship and the Chinese Exclusion Act was repealed. My upbringing in China was of course, not favorable to communist China.

After I moved to Macau in 1983, I visited Guangzhou to see a cousin who was from the same village. He grew up as a neighbor to my mom.

He told me about how poor China was in the 60s and 70s. How they had food rationing. Coupons so you could get rice and oil every week.

He was an English teacher at a prominent university. He told me how things had gotten better and life was pleasant. People were starting to become more materially well off. This was 1983.

Back then, everyone had four wants. A black and white TV. A washing machine. A bicycle and a refrigerator.

Pretty soon it evolved to a color TV. A motorcycle. And up the scale for years.

Mobile phone sales doubled every year for 15 years.

When Deng Xiaoping took over, the country changed overnight.

One of the pillars of socialism/communism was equal pay for equal work was dismantled. The so called iron rice bowl was not working. It made people lazy. So he introduced responsibility system. More productivity more pay.

China was very pragmatic about communism. If it works and is good for the people, keep it. If it doesn’t work get rid of it. Ideology is not sacred if it doesn’t work.

He made things work. Foreign investment poured in. I’m thirty years Chinese people’s lives greatly improved. There is an abundance of food. There is no price gouging. Government strictly regulates prices. Public transport is amazing. Public facilities are really wonderful.

If you grow up in a country that is continueously improving, you are happy with your government. Pew surveys (from the US) show over 90% satisfaction with the Chinese government.

So the only people who have the idea of toppling the government are people who have never visited China and seen it with their own eyes.

Suggest you try to get the facts on China before making such uninformed questions.

How do you win a fight when your opponent is much stronger and taller? I’m a female so I could really make use of learning some techniques now.

One of the principle behind Aïkido is to defeat a stronger opponent by using their own energy against them, while using little of your own. Balance is crucial in this art, as is speed. You’ll need some strength, so getting your body’s core strengths ready at all time is high encouraged. Look into what some masters are demonstrating online, and signup if you feel it is for you. Smaller sizes, man or woman, will always be at a disadvantage regardless, but size doesn’t guarantee victory to the bigger opponent.

But in a ‘street fight’ scenario where it is one person against you, there are no rules. Engage when not expected to, surprise, bite, hit where it hurts (throats, testicles, eyes) with full strength, use whatever fits in your hands and all the while doing this scream as much as possible to bring attention. The key is that there are no rules, so in other words play nasty. And if your opponent ends up on top of you, rip his ears out of his skull if you can.

Air Force Cadet Dies; Shown Just How Close The Spirit Realm Is to Our World (NDE)

Coffee Chinese style

Coffee is big news in China. It is really popular.

But, no! It’s not “traditional” American-style coffee.

It’s something else quite different.

Different ways it is served. Different flavors. Different combinations. Different. Different. Different.

But, ah, you know…you can still get a coffee at McDonald’s, or at Starbucks, or at KFC, or at KFC. But many Chinese opt to go to the many thousands of different coffee tastes available to them.

Onion flavor.

Yes. You can buy it and drink it all up.

Duran flavor, stinky toufu flavor. Hard alcohol flavor. Beef with curry flavor… so many different flavors all over the place.

Onion ring flavor. carrot with peppermint flavor.

Chunky texture coffee.

Smooth texture coffee.

Hyper cold and boiling hot blend coffee…

WTF?

Let’s be honest, for a majority of us, a cup of coffee is more than just a beverage — it’s a vital energy booster that kickstarts our day or acts as a midday pick me up. While the purists might lean towards a classic Americano or simple espresso, there are those who relish more adventurous tastes. We’ve compiled a list of some of the most bizarre and quirky coffee flavors you can discover in the city — from a surprising 皮蛋 pídàn to unconventional 豆汁儿 dòuzhīr, and beyond!

Zaijiuye Coffee

This establishment boasts a curious collection of coffee concoctions, each twinned with a nostalgic nod to a Beijing childhood treat. The sesame paste-laced coffee, when coupled with a 双棒儿 Shuāng bàng er (a milk-flavored ice cream pop with two sticks — hence the name), makes for a lovely treat. Everything combines to create a hazelnut-like taste, as the sesame paste and ice cream soften the coffee’s bitterness.

Have you tried the heavenly combo of coffee and Shuangbang’er?

The place also dares to pair a douzhir-infused Americano with 焦圈儿 Jiāo quānr (a deep-fried dough circle similar to a 油条 yóutiáo). Douzhir, a fermented Beijing specialty marked by a subtle sourness and an egg-like scent, may not be to everyone’s liking. However, for any Beijing local worth their salt, it’s a twist they can’t resist exploring.

How about a douzhir-flavored Americano paired with Jiaoquan?

Zaijiuye Coffee
16 Shatanhou Street, Dongcheng district
东城区沙滩后街16号
Hours: 11am-7pm
Phone:184 1100 7574

Liquid House

If you think douzhir and sesame paste coffees are crazy, then let us introduce you to pidan (aka century egg) and 酱豆腐 Jiàng dòufu (fermented tofu). Dreamt up by Liquid House, this drink features a pidan skewer resting atop your latte. The owner recommends taking the skewered century egg resting atop the brew, mashing it up, and mixing it all together to get the most out of it. It’s a delight for those with a palate for pidan, but might not be the preferred choice for those unaccustomed to its distinctive flavor.

Fancy a sip of this Pidan Latte?

Liquid House 后院儿
Room 314, 3/F, Building 2, Huafangxintiandi, Courtyard 27, Qingnian Road, Chaoyang district
朝阳区青年路27号院华纺新天地2号楼3层314室
Hours: 10am-7pm
Phone:186 1812 0103

Phoenix Café

Imagine the sensation when your coffee mingles with the zest of hotpot flavors. At Phoenix Café, prepare to have your perceptions about coffee challenged with their distinctive creation termed 油碟儿 Yóu dié er. Drawing inspiration from the traditional youdie’er, which is a chili-oil-based dipping sauce savored during hotpot sessions, particularly in Chongqing, this coffee blends the most unconventional ingredients. It features chili strands, tangerine peels, and a dash of white vinegar, ingredients you’d least expect in a cup of coffee.

Get ready for a taste adventure with this Chongqing Hotpot-inspired beverage!

Phoenix Cafe 梧桐咖啡
69 Dongsibei Street, Dongcheng district
东城区东四北大街69号
Hours: 10am-7pm
Phone:186 0120 8175

Tongrentang Zhima Health Coffee

A café founded by the centuries-old laozihao (time-honored brand) Tongrentang, a name synonymous with traditional Chinese medicine (TCM), recently garnered online popularity for its coffee offerings. Their brews blend TCM ingredients such as wolfberries, tangerine peel, and motherwort into the mix. Against expectations of a staggering bitter concoction, reviews on Dianping reveal that these TCM elements subtly enhance the coffee’s flavor without overwhelming it, thereby ensuring it doesn’t resemble a medicinal potion. For those who, like me, appreciate the potential health benefits of TCM, this café is a must-visit destination.

Craving a TCM-inspired brew?

Tongrentang Zhima Health Coffee 同仁堂知嘛健康咖啡&养生BAR
No.2-1, Building 2, No.10 Chaoyang Park South Road, Chaoyang district
朝阳区朝阳公园南路10号院2号楼2-1号
Hours: 8.30am-8.30pm
Phone: 6587 1397

HK+

Have you ever sipped a coffee infused with pepper? At HK+, they’re challenging traditional coffee norms with their signature pepper-seasoned brew, enriched with the nutty undertones of black sesame. Its presentation mimics a fried egg floating in coffee, achieved through skillful latte art using milk and a touch of turmeric. Despite its unconventional key ingredient, it highlights the taste of the coffee. So, if you’re intrigued by the idea of a peppery, salty coffee, HK+ certainly warrants a visit.

Ever sipped pepper-spiked coffee?

HK+
274 Xiaobaobei Street, Tongzhou district
通州区小堡北街274号
Hours: 10am-8pm
Phone: 134 3664 3842

Today…

Britain Claims To Have Helped With The Ukrainian Invasion Of Russia

Yves Smith is discussing the Washington Post report on Russia-Ukraine negotiation to end the infrastructure attacks:

An Admission of Russian Long-Term Weakness or More Complex Calculation?

I had previously discussed the WaPo piece here.

Yves suggests that the negotiations, if they really have happened as described, were an Ukrainian ruse to distract Russia from the Ukrainian preparation of the Kursk oblast incursion. The talks were useless for Russia, she says. She doubts that Russia would favor to stop the attacks on the Ukrainian electricity generating and network capabilities. She suggests that the Ukrainian attacks on Russia create little damage. It disagree with that view.

The winter will already become very difficult for Ukrainian civilians. There is no need to increase the damage on Ukrainian infrastructure beyond the already achieved level.

The Ukrainian attacks have so far created repairable damage in Russia. But that may not be the case forever. One day one of such attacks could in fact create some real catastrophe. The attacks are also binding lots of Russian resources. One needs a huge number of soldiers and equipment to give at least some protection to the most exposed sites. The Russian economy is currently short on men. Not diverting some 100,000 men for local air defense purposes can make a difference.

I believe that Russia was genuinely interested in making such deal. But the Ukrainian attack on Kursk oblast blew it apart.

There are new suggestion on how the Ukrainian incursion into Russia was prepared for.

The Times in London claims that it largely followed a British plan (archived):

When footage of British Challenger 2 battle tanks being used by the Ukrainian army for its counterinvasion of Russia emerged on Tuesday, Downing Street and the Ministry of Defence were ready.For the previous 48 hours, officials and political aides working for Sir Keir Starmer and John Healey, the defence secretary, had been in talks about how far to go to confirm growing British involvement in the incursion towards Kursk.

The stakes were high. Unseen by the world, British equipment, including drones, have played a central role in Ukraine’s new offensive and British personnel have been closely advising the Ukrainian military for two years, on a scale matched by no other country.

The U.S., in contrast, has claimed not to have known about the Ukrainian plans and there purpose. This leads Kit Klarenberg to develop a theory:

Kit Klarenberg @KitKlarenberg – 15:02 UTC · Aug 18, 2024“🧵: I speculated earlier was probably Britain behind Kursk suicide op. Lo and behold, a Times article confirms this. More broadly, contents amply underline Kursk latest effort by London to keep the US in the proxy war – and it appears Washington has finally had enough of this.

Times reveals up top heavily promoted footage of British Challenger 2 tanks in Kursk was a conscious, deliberate decision made by new PM Keir Starmer and his defence secretary John Healey. British equipment is said to have “played a central role” in the “counterinvasion”.
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Starmer and Healey reportedly made the decision to advertise London’s involvement “to be more open about Britain’s role in a bid to persuade key allies to do more to help.” In other words, to encourage/pressure the US et al to double down on this unwinnable, nightmare quagmire.
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However, US reportedly unhappy with Kursk incursion, because it scuppered peace talks. Kiev’s purported culpability for Nord Stream bombing is, it seems, being used to justify ending German aid to Ukraine. And the US is blocking Kiev from firing British-made missiles at Russia.

Kit’s theory is that the Washington Post story about the blown negotiations as well as the latest “Nord Stream done by Ukraine” rumor reporting by the WSJ are expressions of U.S. anger over the Ukrainian government and its Kursk invasion.

The Times also reports that Britain is pushing its allies to provide more weapons and to allow their use against targets deep inside of Russia:

In the coming weeks Healey will attend a new meeting of the Ukraine Defence Co-ordination Group, where Britain will press European allies to send more equipment and give Kyiv more leeway to use them in Russia. Healey spoke last week to Lloyd Austin, the US defence secretary, and has been wooing Boris Pistorius, his German opposite number.Germany, whose Taurus missiles have a similar 155-mile range to Storm Shadow but a more powerful warhead, has been the country under the most pressure to move. However, it was revealed yesterday that Germany has actually frozen military aid to Ukraine because of a domestic budgetary crisis. Pistorius had asked for £3.4 billion of additional supplies but that was rejected by the finance ministry.

A previous leak provided that the long range Taurus missiles are complicate and have to be programmed just-in-time by German officers. There is no support in Germany for allowing such a deep involvement in attacks on Russia.

To me it seems that Britain has promised to Ukraine that it would get its allies to agree to the usage of longer range weapons against Russia in exchange for Ukraine to launch the attack on Russia.

Only that can explain this Zelenski complain about Starmer:

The Ukrainian president complained that British aid to Kyiv had begun to wane as his forces continued their unprecedented incursion into Russian territory in the Kursk region.“Unfortunately, the situation has slowed down recently,” Mr Zelensky said, referring to UK military assistance.

Sir Keir has upheld a Conservative ban on using UK-made Storm Shadows to strike targets deep inside Russia, amid concerns it could lead to escalation with nuclear-armed Moscow.

“We will discuss how to fix this because long-range capabilities are vital for us. The whole world sees how effective Ukrainians are – how our entire nation defends its independence,” said Mr Zelensky.

It came as four former Conservative defence secretaries called on No 10 to do more to support Ukraine, with some demanding Kyiv be allowed to use Storm Shadows in the Russian offensive.

But it is not Starmer who is blocking the missiles, it is the U.S. of A. (archived):

Washington is in effect blocking Britain from allowing Kyiv to fire Storm Shadow missiles inside Russia, amid fears in the Biden administration of an escalation in the Ukraine war.
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It is understood that although the UK wants to give Ukraine the freedom to do what they want with the long-range weapon, it requires consensus from allies, including the US, France and a third undisclosed Nato country. A government source stressed that the UK was not blaming the US for any delay, adding that such policy changes took time.

Combining all the above one can (re-)construct this story.

Britain, in a bipartisan move, wants to prolong the war in Ukraine. It suggested to and helped Ukraine to invade Russia even as it knew that this would interrupt peace talks in Qatar. It also promised to press its allies for long range attack permission against Russia. But the U.S. and Germany are still blocking such attacks. Zelensky now complains that Britain failed to deliver on its promise.

The U.S., miffed about the British involvement in a likely useless Ukrainian attack on Russia, is leaking about the Ukrainian/Russian negotiations in Qatar.

The above is largely based on the U.S. claims that it was not really involved in the planing of the Kursk incursion.

There are of course good reason to doubt those claims:

As the Ukraine war enters its most perilous phase, with Kiev’s forces fighting inside Russia, the United States is operating a formal “sensitive activities” detachment that is active in providing direct military support to the beleaguered country. The detachment, never before disclosed, is run by U.S. special operations forces, and with its Ukrainian counterparts, provides on-the-battlefield support, including near-real time targeting intelligence, operators say.
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An operator formerly deployed to the Army’s 10th Special Forces Group assigned to a sensitive activities detachment told me their work included the creation of clandestine human networks for intelligence gathering, as well as identifying Russian military weaknesses for targeting.
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A second operator also described having been tasked with providing near up-to-the-minute intelligence support to Ukrainian forces.

Those U.S. operators in Ukraine certainly did not miss the preparations the Ukrainians were making for their attack.

P.S. Bonus from The Times piece:

“It’s not just about the military support, but it’s about the industrial, economic, and diplomatic support,” the defence source said. “If Putin succeeds in Ukraine he’s not going to stop there. But also the economic implications of that are massive, because we all saw how heavily Britain got hit when he first invaded.”

Yes, the sanctions, intended to hurt Russia, were quite damaging to those who issued them. Nice to see that finally acknowledged.

Posted by b on August 19, 2024 at 15:58 UTC | Permalink

Chemtrails

Duke

“One day, I was lounging in the house when I heard loud gunfire. I ran outside just in time to see my neighbors cart off Duke’s mom on the back of their flatbed truck.

After that, Duke spent almost every hour at our home. Curiosity drove me to ask my neighbor’s what his name was but all they told me was they simply called him Dog. A couple of months after that, they simply stopped feeding Duke. I started to feed him because I wasn’t going to let this baby starve.

When it came time for our neighbors to move, I asked them if I could take Duke off of their hands since it was clear they didn’t want anything to do with him. The son said yes, but the day after I asked, Duke was gone and so were they.

I contacted the son and asked if he had changed his mind and decided to take the dog with him and he grew defensive and put all the blame on me and threatened me. After explaining to him I didn’t have Duke, he hung on me calling me a liar.

In an effort to find this baby, I posted Missing Pet signs all over the local vets office within a 25 mile radius.

5 months passed before I got a phone call from the UPS man that delivered in our neighborhood. He said he saw a dog matching the description of Duke in a nearby field and he looked pretty bad. I thanked the man, hung up and drove straight to where he said he saw the dog. It was Duke. Malnourished and severely afraid of everything. However, one look at me and after hearing my voice he perked up and ran straight into my arms.

Now Duke is healthy and happy and has three other dogs and three cats to play with.Now we are a family.❤️”

Douglas Macgregor Warns: US’s EXTREMELY Dangerous Policys Push The World Is Increasingly CHAOTIC

MAJOR TOM

Submitted into Contest #247 in response to: Set your story on a spaceship exploring the far reaches of space when something goes wrong.… view prompt

Brian Bywater

MAJOR TOM

“Ground Control to Major Tom”

“If you want to live through this journey Philip you will stop singing that song. You haven’t let up since we blasted off. It may have been funny then and had some sort of relativity, however after five days it does reek of overkill.”

“Oh chill out Major, lighten up. Everyone at Ground Control sees the funny side of a real life Major Tom actually being on a journey through space. You must realise at some stage they will make that call.”

“That song, A Space Odyssey, if you can call it a song, was banned before the first Apollo flight in 1969 and it should have stayed that way. Do you have any understanding of what Bowie was saying?”

“Jesus Tom, it is a song connected to a historical event, the first men on the Moon. It is a classic.”

“You weren’t even born in 1969. You have no concept of how disturbed the song made everyone feel. particularly those connected with the flight People watching on TV World-wide also became emotionally invested.”

“That’s ridiculous. Nothing went wrong, what was everyone worried about?”

“Get real Philip. That is easy to say after the event. This was a first. Three men heading for the Moon had metamorphorised from something only considered science fiction into the first true TV reality show. Had something gone wrong there wasn’t a precedent for decisions to overcome any problem they encountered.. The lift off, weightlessness in space, not in a simulated situation in a man-made chamber, meteors damaging the spaceship, the possibility of alien life greeting them, poison gases on the surface, these were only some of the dangers. It really was one giant step for man.”

“OK I get all that. What was Bowie saying that had people getting their knickers in a knot?”

“The interpretation of some of the lyrics. Remember this was 1969, the World was changing rapidly. To put it in perspective it was at the time the Beatles were recording their first album. The Rolling Stones were playing to record crowds. This was the permissive 60’s which is why the ban on the song was lifted. Drug references, loneliness, depression all became accepted lyrics, which did not please everyone. Bowie later admitted he was ‘out of his tree’ when he wrote the song. Look can we get on with what we have to do to keep this spaceship operational and on course?”

“Sure, I have the day five check list in front of me. There is one thing we need to evaluate. Look at the top right hand corner of the screen showing vision of the galaxy ahead. It is showing a new comet has appeared since yesterday. I am only assuming it is a comet.”

“Never assume. Why did you wait until now to mention it? Why a comet? I think it is moving too slowly for a comet. It is maintaining the distance between us so it must be traveling at the same speed we are. What is the time frame from when it first appeared on the screen to now?”

“That would suggest this object is moving far too slowly to be a comet. You are correct. Based on distance from the Sun it should be moving at around 25,000 miles per hour. This is nowhere near that speed. As you said the distance between it and us is not changing, it is mimicking our speed, 17,000 mph. Calculating its position indicates it must have traveled at over 40000 miles per hour to get to that position on our screen in the elapsed time, yet it has slowed to 17000. That is a controlled act, it must be manned.”

“How far away is it?”

“Using our laser probe indicates 6.7 miles. Jesus, did you see that? When I activated the probe it sent a return probe. Whatever it is, it is definitely manned.”

“Being that close we are obviously on the same orbit. Ground Control must be seeing this, why haven’t they made contact?”

“Whatever it is only looks like a large piece of space junk, certainly nothing like a spaceship. Perhaps Ground Control leave it to us to make contact if we feel it is creating a problem.”

“Jesus wept. An unidentified object is 6 miles away in the same orbit and is mimicking us speed wise and using a return probe to evaluate distance apart and you do not see a problem? Contact Ground Control, do it now Philip.”

“What can they do? They are light years away, we are within 6 miles. I think we should try and make contact with the object, whatever it is.”

“What language would you suggest?”

“Well we know the Chinese and the Russians have launched space probes, some manned.”

“And which of those languages are you proficient in Philip? Just assume they understand English for Christ’s sake and make the call.”

“It has gone, there one minute, disappeared the next, off the screen. It would have accelerated to 50000mph in the blink of a second to do that.”

“There is another possibility. A screen which hides anything behind it has been activated. We have fighter planes that use that tactic. Fire another laser probe.”

“There isn’t anything there to bounce the laser off. Tom, on the screen, it is behind you.”

“This is not the time for Punch and Judy jokes Philip.”

“I am telling you it is right behind us and moving closer. It is increasing in size. Increase our speed, put some distance between us or it will crash into us.”

“The ship is not responding to my commands. Call Ground Control.”

“Houston, we have a problem.”

“Idiot, you can’t even get that right. It’s Houston we’ve had a problem.”

“Look behind us, the thing is about to swallow our spaceship, we are going inside the thing. Saying we have a problem is an appropriate understatement.”

“Ground Control to Major Tom……. Major Tom, ……Major Tom.”

“Wake up Tom. Tom, give me strength, Ground Control to Major Tom, wake up. You are having another nightmare. Who is Philip? I knew this would happen when you played that Bowie song tonight. From now on it is banned in this house. Play it and it will not be Houston who has a problem. Go back to sleep, and take Philip with you.”

Cabbage Rolls with Sour Cream Sauce

Ingredients

2 cups leftover meat or ground beef (seasoned with salt and pepper)
1/4 cup diced onion
1/2 cup diced celery
1 cup cooked rice
1 teaspoon horseradish
1 tablespoon prepared mustard
1 egg, well beaten
6 large cabbage leaves
1/4 cup tomato puree
1/2 cup water
1 cup sour cream

Instructions

Heat oven to 350 degrees F.
Brown meat and onion in a heavy skillet over low heat. Remove from heat.
Mix in thoroughly celery, rice, horseradish, mustard and egg.
Cook cabbage leaves for 3 minutes in boiling salted water.
Place meat mixture on cabbage leaves. Roll and fasten with toothpicks. Place close together in greased baking dish.
Pour tomato puree and water over cabbage rolls. Cover and bake for 30 minutes.
Remove cabbage rolls.
Pour sour cream into liquid remaining in baking dish. Serve over cabbage rolls.

Russian Marines Captured 15 Polish and French Soldiers In KURSK

Anatomy study

Parents should have a choice

China’s Ministry of State Security made a big move, Taiwan’s spy network was wiped out, “Taiwan independence leader” Yang Zhiyuan was arrested, and the maximum penalty is death.

Recently, after the country announced the list of “Taiwan independence”, the national security department took thunderous action and announced that it had cracked thousands of Taiwan spy cases and successfully eliminated a “Taiwan independence element” intelligence station in the mainland. Among them, it focused on a “Taiwan independence leader” who was arrested, warning “Taiwan independence elements” on the island that this is the end.

“Taiwan independence element” Yang Zhiyuan was arrested

Recently, China’s Ministry of State Security announced an exciting news. In order to maintain national security, the Ministry of State Security has carried out special activities to crack down on illegal forces that split the country.

So far, the mainland has cracked thousands of “Taiwan spies stealing state secrets” cases and successfully eliminated a “Taiwan spy intelligence network” lurking in the motherland.

In the article released by the Ministry of State Security, the “Taiwan independence elements” headed by Lai Qingde were severely criticized. The Taiwan authorities insist on “Taiwan independence” rhetoric, and even “use force to seek independence”, collude with foreign forces, and disrupt peace in the Taiwan Strait.

This has not only caused the economic recession on the island and the decline in people’s living standards, but also caused the cross-strait relations to deteriorate and drop to a freezing point.

You should know that less than a week ago, the mainland had just listed the “Taiwan independence list” and encouraged the masses to actively report.

Therefore, the Ministry of State Security’s thundering action and quick action are warning the “Taiwan independence elements” on the island that any forces that attempt to split the country and block the reunification of the motherland will face severe punishment, and the Chinese government is not just talking.

China’s Ministry of National Security

The Taiwan authorities disagree.

They believe that the article does not explain the time and content of the more than 1,000 Taiwan espionage theft cases that have been cracked, and the authenticity is questionable. The person in charge of Taiwan’s cross-strait affairs said that the mainland is either “bragging” and exaggerating, or “abusing the law” and “arresting at will”.

The Taiwan authorities believe that the mainland has only one purpose for doing this, which is to intimidate Taiwan.

In addition, the Taiwan authorities also blamed the mainland for the “promotion of cross-strait exchanges” while arresting Taiwanese people, and believed that the mainland was the “culprit” of the cross-strait confrontation. In this regard, the mainland has long stated that the mainland has no intention of targeting ordinary Taiwanese people, and the Taiwan authorities themselves know who they are arresting.

It is worth noting that in the article of the Ministry of National Security, a “Taiwan independence leader” who has been arrested, Yang Zhiyuan, was mentioned.

Yang Zhiyuan has been engaged in “Taiwan independence” activities for a long time and attempted to split the country’s sovereignty.

The mainland arrested and prosecuted him for “separatism”. This is also the first “Taiwan independence element” arrested by China for “separatism”.

According to the latest legal documents of mainland China, he can be sentenced to death at worst case.

Lai Qingde

For the “Taiwan independence” list that the mainland has listed, many “Taiwan independence elements” clamored that the mainland had no way to implement mainland laws on them, let alone the right to arrest them.

However, Yang Zhiyuan is a good example.

All his “Taiwan independence” activities were carried out in Taiwan, but the mainland was still able to bring him to justice.

In other words, in the future, anyone who expresses “Taiwan independence” in Taiwan may be convicted. Analysts said that the mainland may extradite “Taiwan independence elements” through a third country in the future.

Even if these “Taiwan independence elements” do not come to the mainland, as long as they go to countries that have reached an agreement with China, they will face the possibility of arrest.

“Taiwan independence list” released by the Taiwan Affairs Office of the State Council

The arrest of Yang Zhiyuan means the beginning of the mainland’s exercise of legal jurisdiction over Taiwan. It is foreseeable that “Yang Zhiyuan’s case is the first case, but it is by no means the last case.” “Taiwan independence elements” should not think that promoting “Taiwan independence” speech is not a big deal. As the laws in this regard in mainland China are gradually improved, “Taiwan independence forces” will eventually face legal sanctions. We also advise “Taiwan independence elements” to be cautious in their words and deeds and return to the right path.

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Contempt of court

What a monstrous system of criminal justice the US has.

https://www.yahoo.com/news/alabama-sets-november-date-third-204630616.html

This 47-year-old man, Carey Dale Grayson, will be executed November 21st for killing a woman during a home invasion… in 1994, 30 years ago, when he was 17. He did it with 3 other boys too.

If they were going to execute him they should’ve done it within a year or two of his conviction.

What’s the point of killing him 30 years later? They’re now killing a completely different man from the boy who committed the murder.

After spending such a long time in prison he should honestly just be released.

The US has one of the most draconian criminal justice and prison systems in the world. Every elected judge and district attorney wants recognition for being the one to lock up as many people as possible for the longest time. Extremely long prison sentences are the norm. There are so many ageing prisoners who face either execution or death in prison for something they did as teenagers.

That’s not to mention prison conditions. The Constitution makes prisoners an exception to the ban on human slavery. So there’s mandatory work, but none that pays more than a few pennies an hour.

There’s also no smoking or vaping. There are no conjugal visits. If your wife visits you, you get one hug and brief kiss at the start and end of every visit — apart from that you’re not even allowed to hold hands. And if you’re unlucky enough to go to federal prison, there’s no such thing as parole there. You always serve the entirety of your sentence.

I can’t imagine a crueler system. Anywhere else in the West, there’s no capital punishment, no heavy sentences for minors, prison sentences are much shorter, prison laborers earn minimal wages but not pennies a day, and conjugal visits are permitted. Yet crime and incarceration rates are much lower.

I have no problem with the death penalty as long as it’s applied in a timely manner. I have a problem with taking away someone’s whole life on earth for something they did as a kid or young adult. Either execute them in a timely manner, or give them a reasonable sentence and a road to redemption if you won’t.

The BEST dad ever

Interesting 1950’s themed pictures

Men Are Turning Their Back On The West As It Collapses

Chili Pasta Casserole

Ingredients

1 pound lean ground beef
1 medium onion, chopped
1/4 teaspoon salt
1/8 teaspoon black pepper
1 (15 ounce) can vegetarian chili with beans
1 (14 1/2 ounce) can Italian style stewed tomatoes, undrained
1 1/2 cups shredded sharp Cheddar cheese, divided
1/2 cup reduced fat sour cream
1 1/2 teaspoons chili powder
1/4 teaspoon garlic powder
8 ounces cooked pasta

Instructions

Cook ground beef and onion in large skillet.
Sprinkle with salt and pepper.
Brown beef until no longer pink. Drain fat.
Stir in chili, tomatoes with juice, 1 cup Cheddar cheese, sour cream, chili powder and garlic powder.
Add chili mixture to pasta and stir until pasta is coated.
Sprinkle with remaining 1/2 cup cheese.
Cover and cook for 30 minutes until hot and bubbly.

Contact

Submitted into Contest #247 in response to: Set your story on a spaceship exploring the far reaches of space when something goes wrong.… view prompt

Martin Hull

The spaceship came screaming down with the thunderclap roar of displaced atmosphere yet landed whisper soft on the grass at the end of town.The craft glittered sleekly in the mid-morning sunlight as it lay on it’s side – a broad shaft topped by a bulbous nose from which a door opened.The blond haired man that stepped out was tall, bronzed and athletic. He wore the shining, golden uniform of Earth’s Bureau of Exploration, his proudly displayed badges of rank declared him to be a Senior Contact Manager (ConMan) Alien Division.He flicked aside the long ponytail that was a fashion among his colleagues and walked down the ramp that had silently extended itself from his scout craft breathing the fresh, untainted (thoroughly examined and tested) air.There was a short, thickset native strolling towards the spaceman, looking mildly curious. Switching on his Universal Translator the ConMan greeted the native.“Greetings from Earth”. The time delay between speaking and computerized translation was almost unnoticeable.“Hello”, replied the native. “I’m from Lower Great Wopping. Did you know that you aren’t allowed to park there?”“Eh? What?” said the Earthman. “Sorry, no I didn’t.”“Oh, that’s alright,” relied the native cheerfully. “Just remember next time otherwise the grass tends to get worn out. Okay?”“Sure, I … Wait a minute,”the Conman interrupted himself. “I’m from another planet.”“Oh goodness,” exclaimed the native. “No wonder I didn’t recognise you. That also explains why you parked on the grass. Well, enjoy your stay here,” and he turned to leave.“Hold on. Wait,” called out the man from Earth. “I am from another planet and I want to see your leader.”“Well …” the other man thought for a moment then puffed his chest out a bit. “I suppose that’s me. I am the Mayor of Lower Great Wopping.”“No,” said the ConMan with a cendeceding smile. “I meant your overall leader. National Government.”

“Nashnul Guvmint?” said the mayor quizzically. “Is that anything like a public convenience?”

“No it isn’t,” snapped the Earthman. “Do you have a king then? Or a dictator?”

“I’m sorry, no I haven’t,” apologised the Mayor. “Perhaps we can get one at the general store?”

“No, no, no,” raged the thoroughly confused ConMan. “Please let us start again. Do you have a ruler of any kind?”

“Yes, of course,” the Mayor’s face brightened rapidly. “I’ve only got a six inch one with me but I can get a longer one from home.”

“What? No, not that sort of ruler!” The ConMan tried very hard and managed to bring himself under control. Barely.

“A slide rule,” suggested the Mayor diffidently.

“No dammit!” screamed the man from Earth.

For several minutes he simply stared at the Mayor, apparently trying to wish him out of existence. When the native failed to disappear in a puff of smoke the ConMan decided to try another route.

“Who makes your laws?” he asked with reasonable calm.

“Laws?” the Mayor laughed. “We tried making some laws a few years back but nobody liked ‘em much so we junked ‘em.”

“Junked ‘em?” the man from BuEx was shocked into spluttering for a few moments. “You can’t simply junk all laws just because nobody liked them.”

“Why not?”

“Well … er …” The ConMan was unsure but pressed on. “Well … er … who made them?”

“Let’s see now,” the Mayor counted names off on his fingers. “There me and Jane, Fred and Mary, the two Jones girls – very good at it they were – and just about anyone who was interested chipped in some ideas.” The Mayor looked sheepish, “I suppose you think we were stupid, making up laws. It just seemed like a good idea at the time.”

“Yes. I mean no. I mean I don’t know.” The ConMan was floundering and took a few moments to collect his thoughts. There seemed to be some missing.

“Let’s start again. Again.” He said eventually. “Who makes the rul … er regulations for this country?”

“What’s Country?” asked the Mayor warily.

The ConMan’s reply started off reasonably, if somewhat incoherent but quickly became an ear shattering screem.

“Well it’s … I mean it’s got … that is … Goddamit you stupid sonofabitch you must know what a country is!”

“Nope,” said the Mayor lightly.

“Oh dear God,” said the exasperated Earthman. “Look, you are a Mayor, right?”

The Mayor nodded.

“So you have a council?”

Again a nod.

“What does the council govern?” asked the ConMan in a whisper, as if he were afraid of the answer.

“The borough,” came the simple answer.

“And what,” the ConMan was becoming exited again, “Do you call a collection of boroughs.”

“A collection of boroughs,” replied the Mayor without even blinking but he did take a step backwards. Just in case.

“I … you …but … aarrgghh” screamed the Earthman who seemed to have developed a twitch just under his left eye and stuttered slightly as he spat out his next question.

“What do you get if you put all the boroughs together?”

“The World,” replied the Mayor, stepping back another pace as the ConMan seemed about to throw a fit.

He was silent for several minutes, breathing deeply as his face went through several colour changes while blood vessels at his neck and temples began throbbing visibly.

“Let’s go back to the beginning,” the ConMan almost pleaded. “How many councils are there?”

“Nobody knows for sure,” the Mayor thought for a while, “But I think it’s around two hundred and fifty thousand now.”

The Contact Manager was obviously shaken by the answer but ploughed grimly on.

“And who,” he asked, “Is above them?”

The Mayor thought long and hard, brows furrowed, face towards the sky. Eventually he said – “All right, I give up. Who is above them?”

The Universal Translator was unable to translate the reply other than to give out an ear splitting shriek.

When the ConMan was able to speak intelligibly again there was a glint of madness shining in his eyes.

“Listen you fool,” he started ranting at the native. “I am a Senior ConMan, an expert at understanding and communicating with aliens …”

“I’m no alien,” the Mayor interrupted indignantly. “I was born and raised right here.”

“No, I’m the alien,” said the Earthman. “I mean … that’s not what I mean … no it’s …”

Suddenly he turned and marched quickly back to his ship, muttering to himself.

“I’ll quit, that’s it, I’ll resign. It was a stupid job anyway. Maybe I never even found the bloody planet, they’ll never know.”

As the spaceship took off, disappearing rapidly into the clear blue sky another native, this one riding a bike, drew alongside the Mayor and stopped.

“Hello Fred,” the Mayor greeted the newcomer.

“Hello Mayor,” replied Fred. “Who was that?”

“A bloke from Earth.”

“What did he want?”

“Buggered if I know,” said the Mayor.

America Compared: Why Other Countries Treat Their People So Much Better | Reaction

Will Apple products be manufactured in the US in the future instead of China?

Not likely.

There aren’t many manufacturers that can produce to scale and quality of Foxconn.

Electronics industry uses contract manufacturers. There are only two that have scale. The first one is FLEX (formerly Flextronics) who invented the idea of contract manufacturing as we know it. Foxconn was originally an electronic parts manufacturer and saw how Flex did things and used a similar model. Because they also manufactured the parts they could earn more profit.

Both companies monopolize the assembly business. Both operate at scale.

Apple chose Foxconn and stayed with Foxconn. Their relationship is very close. When Apple needed AMOLED screens for a new phone model, Foxconn built a new factory for them. Apple did not have to invest a penny.

If you wanted to move production back to the US you would still have to import the parts from China. Electronic parts are not produced at scale in the US. You would also have a hard time finding people who want a job on the production line.

Moving a factory is not like moving house. There are many more moving parts.

Why can’t Foxconn survive in India🇮🇳?

They can survive

They just cannot grow at a fifth of the pace at which they grew in China

India is not a good place to manufacture things

The effortless ease of China is entirely missing in India and Vietnam both.

Vietnam is too cramped even if the workforce is productive

India is too lazy and productivity is abysmal

Plus both Nations simply do not have a Skilled Workforce needed for expansion even moderately

It was stupid of Foxconn to threaten to relocate to India and Vietnam

Far easier to have a Chinese OEM subcontracting with them, go to India and do their work for a lower commission

Now they are unlikely to gain shares in OEM in the Chinese Market ever again.

India needs many structural changes to be able to offer Foxconn a fiftieth of what China can offer

The Economic advantages are non existent

And like I always say when any decision-making is made for POLITICAL REASONS – they simply don’t work like you expect them t

Foxconn can thus survive in India

Barely survive

Until one day they just pack up saying THEY CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE

Caitlin Johnstone: Biden Ramps Up Nuclear Brinkmanship On His Way Out The Door

18 November 2024, by Eric Zuesse. (All of my recent articles can be seen here.)

(NOTE: I was going to do an article on this today, especially because this article follows up — though without mentioning — my October 10th “Biden’s plan calls for WW3 to start after Election Day.”, which opened “U.S. President Joe Biden refuses to answer until after November 5th the question of whether the U.S. will officially be at war against Russia,” which was a follow-on to my September 13th “Biden might decide today whether to initiate WW3 against Russia.” 

So, Caitlin’s fine article today is a follow-on to those events. 

She points out that the missiles which Biden is now allowing Ukraine to use to bomb Russia don’t range as far as the 300 miles range that would be able to bomb The Kremlin and endanger Russia’s central command. 

Therefore, Biden isn’t necessaily sparking WW3 by this policy-change. But what he now is allowing would endanger Russia’s giant nuclear power plant in Kursk, and so it could end up causing Russia to unleash nuclear war against the United States and Ukraine.)

https://www.caitlinjohnst.one/p/biden-ramps-up-nuclear-brinkmanship

18 November 2024, by Caitlin Johnstone

The New York Times reports that the Biden administration has authorized Ukraine to use US-supplied long-range missiles to strike Russian and North Korean military targets inside Russia — yet another dangerous escalation of nuclear brinkmanship in this horrific proxy war.

The Times correctly notes that authorizing Ukraine to use ATACMS, which have a range of about 190 miles, has long been a contentious issue in the Biden administration for fear of provoking military retaliations against the US from Russia. This reckless escalation has been authorized despite an acknowledgement from the anonymous US officials who spoke to The New York Times that they “do not expect the shift to fundamentally alter the course of the war.”

As Antiwar’s Dave DeCamp notes, Vladimir Putin said back in September that if NATO allows Ukraine to use western-supplied weapons for long-range strikes inside Russian territory, it would mean NATO countries “are at war with Russia.” This is about as unambiguous a threat as you’ll ever see.

https://twitter.com/Antiwarcom/status/1858254030361022826

NYT reports that Biden’s policy shift “comes two months before President-elect Donald J. Trump takes office, having vowed to limit further support for Ukraine.” And it is here worth noting that last week it was reported by The Telegraph that British PM Keir Starmer and French President Emmanuel Macron had been scheming to thwart any attempt by Trump to scale back US support for Ukraine by pushing Biden to authorize long-range missile strikes in Russian territory.

But it is also true that the day before the US election Mike Waltz, Trump’s next national security advisor, had himself endorsed the idea of authorizing long-range missile strikes into Russia with the goal of pressuring Moscow to end the war. His plan for disentangling the US from the conflict entails ramping up sanctions on Russia and “taking the handcuffs off the long-range weapons we provide Ukraine” in order to pressure Putin into eagerly accepting a peace deal.

So while this is being framed as an administration that’s more hawkish on Russia executing a maneuver that’s designed to hamstring the peacemongering of an incoming administration that’s less favorable to assisting Ukraine, in reality it may just be goal-assisting the next administration in a policy change it had planned on implementing anyway.

https://twitter.com/mtracey/status/1856129126492430685

Either way, it’s insane. Putin ordered changes to Russia’s nuclear doctrine in September in order to ward off these sorts of escalations by lowering the threshold at which nuclear weapons could be used to defend the Russian Federation, and they’re just barreling right past that bright red line like they barreled over the red lines which led to the invasion of Ukraine. And the fact that they’re adding yet another nuclear-armed state into the mix with North Korea is just more gravy for the nuclear brinkmanship pot roast.

At one point in 2022, US intelligence agencies reportedly assessed that the odds of Russia using a nuclear weapon in Ukraine was as high as fifty percent, but the Biden administration kept pushing forward with this proxy war anyway. These freaks are taking insane risks to advance agendas that stand to yield the slimmest of benefits even by their own assessments.

We are living in dark and dangerous times.

PS: If you like this article, please email it to all your friends or otherwise let others know about it. None of the U.S.-and-allied ‘news’-media will likely publish it (nor link to it, since doing that might also hurt them with Google or etc.). I am not asking for money, but I am asking my readers to spread my articles far and wide, because I specialize in documenting what the Deep State is constantly hiding. This is, in fact, today’s samizdat.

GHOST DESCRIBES THE AFTERLIFE, What He Says Will Shock You…

I oh, so, miss are my USN issued flight boots

One of the things that I oh, so, miss are my USN issued flight boots. They would not let me keep them, and I had to return them when I was discharged.

Oh baby, were they fine.

They fit like a glove, and was sturdy but soft and subtle. They looked great and supported my foot, ankle and lower leg, and Many do I miss them.

I was able to keep my flight gloves, but the first opportunity he had, my brother took them and traded them for some drugs.

I had a flight suit that I eventually got rid of and some other gear. But I still, to this day, remember my flight boots. Those of you that know, really KNOW about how great they are.

Kudos on the makers of these boots.

If you ll ever get the chance, go ahead and buy yourself a pair. They are great!

Today…

In basic training, have you ever witnessed a recruit with serious martial arts skills take on a drill sergeant in a fight?

The Modern Army Combatives Program (MACP) uses a heavy amount of Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, although with different goals in mind.
When I was in Basic Training, one of the recruits with us just so happened to be some level of black belt in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu. He was a very humble guy, and was about 5′ 10″, and weighed a whopping 140 pounds. The most skilled Drill Sergeant, at 6′ 2″ probably 220–230 pounds, was asking if any recruits wanted to risk sparring with him, and the humble recruit volunteered, being pretty confident in his abilities.
What followed is a contest I’m not sure I will ever forget. It was an incredible chess match between two individuals who seemed to see their opponents next move, and were planning 3 moves ahead. The recruit being much smaller, continued to try and draw the DS into his closed guard, which being down on his back seemed like a disadvantageous position to us inexperienced. They continued on for 10 minutes, and it became apparent the DS was becoming fatigued. The recruit, who was hardly breaking a sweat, methodically made moves to wear the DS down, moving at a quarter of the speed you would see collegiate wrestlers move at. Eventually you could see the DS failing, and his decisions and movements were becoming much more panicked, he began using strength and anger instead of skill, and the recruit exploited it. The recruit was inevitably close to locking a triangle from the guard when another DS intervened and ended the fight before the submission could be had, knowing that their ‘immortality’ would be shattered. None of the others ever challenged the kid.
It was impressive, a physically powerful and equally jiu-jitsu skilled DS was beaten by a recruit who was just a little more skilled.

Reeves Hot Doggin’

Breakthrough in Aero-engine Core Technology: the Latest Single-crystal Blades Finally Invented by the Chinese

The vigorous development of the aviation industry in recent years is inseparable from the painstaking scientific research and development of generations of workers.

China has a technological breakthrough that has broken the traditional foreign technology, and China has become the second country in the world to possess this latest advanced single-crystal blade technology for the new turbine engines.

In 2014, the self-developed fifth-generation rhenium-containing high-temperature alloy materials, ceramic-based high-temperature turbine blades and single-crystal turbine blade projects were officially put into production in China. This is a new breakthrough in aerospace engine and industrial steam turbine manufacturing fields. Currently, only China and Japan have successfully developed the fifth generation of high-temperature single crystal alloys.

The key link in production equipment is the heat treatment furnace and the most important equipment in the single crystal casting process, the single crystal furnace. Even if foreign countries block China, the Chinese scientists and engineers can all make breakthroughs in the fields by relying on their own self-reliance and hard work. In order to break through the West’s blockade of the core technologies, the Chinese entrepreneurs and scientists have boldly practiced and innovated. They not only created rhenium metal core components monopolized by Western countries, but also created new metal manufacturing methods.

At present, the first and second-generation single crystal blades independently developed by China have been used in the Shenyang WS-10 improved engine, and the third generation of high-temperature single crystal alloys have also been used in the Shenyang WS-15 engines.

That is the WS-15 engine.

The quality of turbine blades is also an important indicator of a country’s aviation manufacturing sector. The more sophisticated the engine, the more demanding it is on materials. Single crystal blade means that there is only one crystal nucleus on the entire blade, and other iron atoms are attached to this crystal nucleus and arranged in sequence. In this arrangement, the force between atoms is very large, and the allowable tensile stress is also very large. It can just meet the blade requirements of the current new high-thrust engines.

The mastery of single crystal blade technology means that China will greatly increase the production capacity of large thrust-to-weight ratio engines and will greatly extend the service life of original engines. According to research, every 25°C increase in the temperature endurance limit of a blade can triple its original service life at the original temperature.

https://www.ams.org.cn/EN/10.11900/0412.1961.2023.00140

Feminist REGRETS 304 Phase

How serious is the Chinese military’s lack of experience?

If a war does breakout, there’s not going to a lot of face to face combat.

It’s not likely to be a land battle.

If it involves nuclear, then there are no winners. It will be anialation of the huan race.

It’s more likely it will be cyberwar. Can the other country wipe out your data networks before you wipe out theirs. Or knockout their weapons systems.

Modern warfare is nothing like past wars.

It’s about strategy and planning. How well you can execute those plans.

China’s recent moon mission was well planned. With six steps that were critical. All steps went perfectly and the return vehicle was within 200 feet of where it was supposed to land.

Starlink was delayed and delayed. Now they may need to send another spacecraft to retrieve them.

Even America’s GPS is out of date. China’s system allows asynchronous communication. Vital to have two way communication for weapons deployment.

In peace times, we can also see how strategy and planning are executed. Evacuating Afghanistan was a nightmare. China’s relief operations with the PLA are spotless. Deployment is within hours and supplies and emergency housing in hours. That counts as experience.

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Slow Cooker Ribs

Prep: 5 min | Yield: 6 to 8 servings

Ingredients

3 to 4 pounds pork baby back ribs
Kosher or sea salt, to taste
Ground black pepper, to taste
2 cups barbecue sauce, divided (store-bought or homemade)*

Instructions

Line a baking sheet with foil.
Remove the membrane from the back of the ribs: use your fingers to get underneath and loosen the membrane along one side of the ribs, and then pull off the membrane.
If needed, cut the racks of ribs into smaller sections so that they will fit better in your slow cooker.
Season both sides of the ribs with salt and pepper. If you’re cooking them immediately, proceed to the next step. If you want to season your ribs overnight for deeper flavor, cover them and keep them in the fridge until you’re ready to cook them.
Measure one cup of barbecue sauce. Place one rack or section of ribs in the slow cooker and cover it with a layer of barbecue sauce. Repeat the process with the remaining racks or sections of ribs and what remains of that one cup of barbecue sauce.
Cook on LOW heat for 8 to 10 hours, or on HIGH heat for 4 to 5 hours, depending on how many racks of ribs you are cooking and the temperature of your slow cooker. (If you have a small slow cooker and end up having to stack your rib sections more than two high, they will need more time to cook fully.) Burnt barbecue sauce is a pain to clean off of your slow cooker, so don’t leave these too much longer than the suggested cooking time. When the ribs are tender, gently remove the racks and lay them out on your foil-lined baking sheet.
Reuse those meaty juices and combine the liquid from your slow cooker with the reserved barbecue sauce, then reduce it over medium heat until the sauce reaches your desired consistency. (This is optional, you can also discard the liquid from your slow cooker and just use the remaining BBQ sauce as is.)
Allow the ribs to cool slightly before cutting them into individual ribs or portions. Brush the remaining one cup of barbecue sauce on top of the ribs.
If desired, you can also place the ribs under the broiler for a few minutes to caramelize and set the sauce.
Serve the ribs with extra BBQ sauce.

Notes

* I prefer Sweet Baby Ray’s.

The Entity

Submitted into Contest #247 in response to: Set your story on a spaceship exploring the far reaches of space when something goes wrong.… view prompt

Rado Randriamamonjy

The smell of rotten eggs woke Harper from a dead sleep. Or maybe it was the waves of intense nausea. Her innards felt like they were being stomped clean, like dirty laundry in a remote, rural stream. Through eyes weary and half-shut, Harper watched a red light pulse. It filled the space around her with spasmodic, blood-hued flashes.Uggghh… Moving wasn’t high on her list of priorities. Her head was heavy. It felt like a pumpkin propped on a toothpick, and inside sloshed thoughts and images that threatened to fuse together but, instead, bobbed haplessly in the groggy backwaters of her mind.She closed here eyes and turned to lay on her side. Too difficult. She motor-boated her lips.That’s when the poem began. The absurd wordplay could have come straight out of the dusty vaults of Captain Beefheart. The strange sonnet danced on the tongue of some faceless woman as it corkscrewed into Harper’s consciousness, like a stream of buttercream frosting atop a cake.Harper grasped at it. It evaded her clutches, verbal confetti in a breeze.“Roll bed. Feel free to pull and retest it.”

What in the world?

“Toad said, its feet avulsed. Infected.”

Whoever was speaking whimsically sliced and diced words, the way those theatrical, knife-juggling chefs at the vintage Japanese restaurant chain (whose name escaped her) diced sushi. The vowel scheme, however, remained curiously consistent.

“Road bled. A vehicle dissected.”

She struggled to make sense of it. But she was no poet. She never had the knack. It was a god-given talent, she was always told, and, in her life, she had never taken seriously even the slightest inclinations towards being an artist. When she was young, however, she dreamed of being an astronaut. She recalled how the stars outside her childhood bedroom window would whisper to her at night. They would tell her of her destiny, of her future living in their midst.

“Joe fled. The bees on skull reflect it.”

As a matter of fact, now that she thought about it, she had a faint recollection of donning a spacesuit at one time: one limb at a time, into the suit, a silent dance, a sacred ritual, all in preparation for sleep.

Again came the verse. But this time, the words cut through the mental murk and dripped with a sobering clarity.

“Code red. Debris on hull detected.”

Oh god, she thought.

Harper blinked herself awake. She swam up through the mental soup, lifted a hand and pawed at the mask that was pumping oxygen and hydrogen sulfide into her lungs. She finally pulled it off and the smell of rotten eggs disappeared.

Harper grumbled. She slipped the IV from her arm and threw it somewhere next to her. She hoisted open heavy eyelids again and glimpsed the hyper-sleep chamber. The space was tight, just big enough for an average sized adult. A glass door lay above her, and on the other side of it, the flashing beacon intermittently bathed the large cryo-room in that haunting crimson glow. Between the scarlet pulses, the room would descend into darkness, lit only by the feeble lights of the keyboard panels which stretched across the room, under monitors that were inert and black with sleep.

The red alert continued to blare in her ear as Harper attempted to move her legs. She was numb from tailbone to heels, a result of the three year hibernation. The nifty LSD-style dreams were one of the perks of hyper-sleep too — a side-effect of the hydrogen sulfide. The gas slowed her metabolism, helping her body withstand the long trip on the scantest of nutrients. The rotten egg smell was just another bonus.

“Christ, Cheryl, enough with the goddam code alert, please,” Harper mumbled.

The onboard AI turned off its alert protocol, which, to Harper, had sounded like word-salad just a moment before. The rhythmic red light clicked off too, which immerserd the room in the twilight-like glow of the the keyboard lights.

“Welcome back, Captain Gordon,” Cheryl said, in an amiable female voice. Harper responded with a guttural noise that was somewhere between a grunt and a moaning.

The door above her hissed open. The air in the room permeated her nostrils with the trademark aseptic smell characteristic of sterile environments. She sat up in her cryo-bed, hitching forward gently on wobbly arms. Her blonde-dyed dreads fell down around sandy-brown shoulders. The white tank top and blue underwear she’d climbed into the cryo-bed with had lost their snugness, despite the small army of electronic muscle stimulators that dotted her body.

Harper filled her lungs with the cabin’s perfect mix of earth’s atmosphere, taking in a deep breath and stretching her limbs, which were coming back to life — slowly. For the time being, they moved like gum in molasses.

She shook the cobwebs from her head. “Status report,” she said.

“All systems are nominal, chief.”

“Really?” Harper tipped her head back and rolled it on her neck. “Then why wake me?”

“Well, as we crossed into the Perseus Arm, the ship picked up debris on the starboard-side hull.”

Harper arched her back, getting in a good stretch. She moaned in pleasure. “What kind of debris?”

“I’m not sure. My analysis didn’t match it to any known life forms in my database.”

“Life forms?”

Cheryl paused. “Yes.”

Harper shook her head. She needed a hot cup of coffee, one big enough to be hauled around on a dolly. With loads of cream. And sugar. And a jelly donut. She’d kill for a jelly donut.

“What kind of life form?” she said.

“That’s just it, I don’t know.”

Harper sucked her teeth. “How long has this… lifeform been clinging to the ship?”

“Three days.”

“Three days? Why didn’t you wake me earlier?” Harper said, furrowing her brows.

“I would’ve but… I ran the calculations: the debris posed no threat to the integrity of the mission.”

“And what changed?”

“It started… growing.”

“Growing?” Harper shook her head again and held up a hand. “Do you have an image?”

“Yes.”

A picture of the ship’s hull came up on a nearby screen. The image moved easily across it until it came to a stop at a series of bumps. The bulges were backlit, providing a hazy profile view. They were covered in what looked to be hair. And the hair was… moving, like it was grasping at things in the void. The protrusions were dark, maybe black, or purple. Maybe even a deep red. From the camera’s vantage point, it was hard to tell.

“What the hell?” Harper squinted and leaned towards the screen. She swung a spindly leg over the edge of the cryo-bed, touching a toe to the floor.

“Careful, Captain. Your muscles. They’re not —. ”

“I know. I’d make a scarecrow jealous. I’ll be fine. Shut off the gravity, will you?”

Cheryl slowed the spinning of the main bay of the ship, causing Harper’s belly to lurch. She belched in her mouth. Another delight courtesy of the space-trekking business. “How big is it?” she asked.

“When it first attached itself to the ship it was roughly three inches in diameter,” the AI explained. “It remained that size for three days. Today, within the last two hours, in fact, it more than quadrupled in size.”

“Quadruple?” Harper thought for a moment, wiping a lock of dreads from her eyes. The fuzzy mass moved slowly as it slid across her face, the artificial gravity wearing off. “So, a foot across now,” she said.

“Give or take, yes.”

“And you don’t know what it is?” Harper asked flatly.

“No. It’s not coming up in any known databases.”

Harper nodded, processing the information. Inside, her belly was waning towards full queasiness. Her body had lifted off the mattress. She grabbed a handrail that was attached to the cryo-bed to stabilize herself.

“Chances of it covering the ship?” she asked.

“I can’t say for certain. It could continue to grow at this rate, or grow erratically, or not at all. But if it does grow unchecked, I don’t see how it wouldn’t.”

Harper nodded. “So, at this rate, how long?”

“By my calculations, it could cover the starboard side in four days, and reach the starboard booster in five. That’s my real concern.”

Harper bit down on her bottom lip. Her gray eyes twinkled in one of the panel lights. “Yea, we can kiss maneuverability good-bye then.”

“Exactly.”

“And probably our asses.”

“Bingo.”

Harper fixed a blank stare at the screen as her mind sifted through alternative scenarios. She settled on two options, both fundamentally uncomplicated, neither very good. One: abort the mission — but that would mean the end of decades of hard work and the dashing of a life long dream. Two: sticking it out — and possibly getting it wrong. Dealing with this… entity poorly, though, could mean hurtling out into space. For an eternity.

Fun, she thought.

She chewed on it a while longer.

“Apprise Houston of our status,” she said. “Then prep my suit. I’m going for a walk.”

“I can’t clear you for a walk for at least 48 hours and not before a full physical, Captain. The effects of the hyper-sleep —.”

“Override,” Harper said. “Directive twenty-four point four.” The crisp edge of authority was sharp in her voice.

“Counter override, directive eight-alpha. Captain, I cannot in good conscience let you —.”

“Goddam AI, just…” Harper steadied her breathing. Her pulse throbbed in her ear and she had raised a clenched fist, unknowingly, ready to slam it against something. “Override,” she said, “directive two-four-two-seven. You will not keep me from checking on that debris. Unlike you, I have a heart and lungs and a brain, and along with all of those things — which are near and dear to me — I want to get my ass out to the California Nebula, then back home to Earth. Waiting 48 hours to check on this thing is not an option.”

A silence bloomed between them.

“The sarcasm is unnecessary, Captain. I may not have the same parts that you do, but I don’t want to die out here either. You’re not the only one who contemplates their mortality.”

Harper rolled her eyes. These things had become far too life-like.

“Protocol overridden,” Cheryl continued. “You’ve got your space walk, Captain. But I think it’s a bad idea.”

****

After her stomach completed a few back-flips, Harper adjusted to the zero gravity. She was in the belly of it now, floating along the starboard side of the Caelum, tethered to its polymer skin.

Her suit was bulky. Under the earth’s gravitational pull, in her condition, it would have been unwieldy. But in the vacuum of space, she moved gracefully in it, like a Mylar-clad athlete.

“Coming up on the foreign object debris now,” she said.

“Roger,” Cheryl responded.

Harper wasn’t sure what to expect. She had been with NASA for 32 years. Fresh out of the candidate program, she was one of only ten women who were accepted into the program. More than three decades later she’d been to Mars and captained three voyages across the solar system. And in all those years, not a single person had encountered an alien life form. Yes, they found bacteria within the crust of Mars. But had they made contact with anything larger than microscopic organisms, ever? No. It had never happened. And here she was, on the verge of discovering a new species.

She couldn’t tell if she was excited or nervous. Maybe she was just terrified and in complete denial — the potential downsides, despite the monumental discovery, were especially grim.

Harper pulled herself around the hull using the handholds that speckled the ship’s shell. She spotted the silhouette of the debris and pulled herself closer. When she swung herself around and on top of it, Harper found a cluster of spiny, spherical objects. They were purplish-black and each was roughly the size of a tennis ball. Long, slender spines radiated out from every organism’s center, reminding her of sea urchins back home — the little critters that gathered in tidal pools along the crisp Northern Atlantic shores. But there was a glaring difference: the eye at the center. Each of these creatures had an eye that took up at least half of its body.

The sight sent a shudder through Harper.

“Christ, are you getting this?”

“Crystal clear on this end,” Cheryl said.

“What the hell are these things?”

“I don’t know, chief.”

Harper leaned in. The set of eyes looked into hers, sending a qualmishness bubbling through her belly.

The irises were yellow stippled with green specks. The pupils were as black as the emptiness around her. But they moved. The spiral-shaped openings revolved, and spun in a swirling pattern.

Harper stared at them in awe, her respirator humming rhythmically in her helmet.

“Captain?… Captain, are you okay?”

“What?… Yea… I’m gonna get a sample.”

“Be careful.”

Harper paused. Her eyes narrowed. Ok, mom.

She prepared her drill and the empty bag that was typically used to hold drill bits. Crude tools, she thought, for collecting a species that will break science. But NASA hadn’t planned on her bumping into an undiscovered life form on this trip. She had to make due.

She pulled herself closer. The cluster of eyes followed her every move, squishing and squirming in their body-sockets. She held the drill over the tiny creatures.

“Here goes nothing,” she said.

She wedged the tip of the drill bit under a specimen on the edge of the group. The bit hardly slipped beneath it. She shifted the bag further up her shoulder, then tried with both hands. Still, nothing.

“Damn, these things are stuck on here good.”

“Take your time.”

Harper shook her head, again. Yes, mom.

Out of some deep-seated Pavlovian habit, decades in the making, Harper nearly flicked on the drill. Christ. She chuckled. Then asked herself if she was nuts. She took a deep breath.

Harper gripped the top edge of the animal with her free hand and slid the drill bit under the other side again.

She pulled on it.

Ouch!

Harper recoiled in pain.

She looked intently at her glove. It couldn’t be, could it? She flipped her hand over to get a better look. No way. It felt like the creature had bitten her. Through the Mylar, through the Dacron and through the Teflon-coated glove.

As she tried to process the queer sensation, the sight of the ship began teetering in her view. The critters and their curious eyes started spiraling in a blur further and further away. She was tumbling into unconsciousness, and she knew it.

Harper’s mind gradually became alert again amidst the blackness of catatonia. The profound silence there felt like it pervaded her very soul. An image crystalized. It crackled with color. It was a moving picture of a black hole swallowing up space debris. Among the flotsam, trapped in the thing’s maw, was the Caelum. And undulating across the ship from tip to stern was a purplish-black skin, glowing, rippling, with eyes, thousands of eyes along it, peering back at her.

Harper’s breath caught in her throat.

She watched the black hole suck in the ship, spinning it across its aperture, and down towards the chute of its endless belly. Inside the black hole, Harper could feel something, a being or a consciousness. It spoke to her in a deep, wordless rumble. A piece of it, a feeling maybe, or possibly a warning, slithered across the vivid vision and touched her, the sensation rifling across her chest. It pulled at her. Harper screamed.

“Nooo!!”

She jolted awake. Her respirator was whining in her helmet. Her chest heaved with ragged breaths. Harper looked down to find herself floating several yards above the Caelum, her tether at full length. Her head was pounding again and she felt weaker than when she emerged from cryo.

She peered down at the ship. The colony had spread. The creatures had commandeered nearly the entire starboard side of the ship.

“Captain? Are you okay?? Captain?” Cheryl said.

“Yes, yes…” she muttered. “The… the creatures, they’ve… taken over the… how?” Her voice cracked with anxiety.

“You’ve been out for more than three days. I tried to wake you, but there wasn’t much I could do from here.”

The hairs on the nape of Harper’s neck stood on end. She needed to be back on the ship. She needed to get ahead of this. She reached for the tether. Her arm barely moved at her command. Harper tried the other: a similar incapacity.

“Captain,” Cheryl said tentatively, “between the hyper-sleep, your unconsciousness and going without food for as long as you did, your body is terribly weak.”

Harper blinked uncontrollably, her mind grasping at the situation, trying to make it all stick.

“Slow movements, Captain. Take your time.”

“We don’t have time.”

“Time is all we have now.”

Harper gnashed her teeth. Her insides burned. She wanted to scream.

She could hear herself breathing, the respirator purring in her ears. Stars twinkled all around her. At length, she collected herself.

Cheryl was right. Mother-jokes aside, she was always right. Harper took a deep breath and reached out for the tether. It seemed like an eternity, but all she could do was move, go through the motions, try.

While stretching for the life-line, something below caught her eye. A long row of the prickly creatures, a bit smaller than the rest, were pulsating. They were mid-inception, giving birth to themselves. They encircled the colony, a fresh layer of lethal interlopers — their amber-colored eyes wet and fully formed, their spines stunted and still fleshy.

Harper’s jaw tightened as a heat rose like a halo through the top of her head.

“You bastards!!” she screamed. “You goddam… sons of bitches…” Her voice fell to a whisper. She bit her lip, holding back sobs.

The blanket of eyes looked up at her coolly, following each of her labored movements. They glowed and they squirmed. Then swiveled in their thorny sockets.

Wise words

What are some mind-blowing facts about Vietnam?

In Vietnam, there’s a shrine for Lady Horse (Bà Chúa Ngựa). The story said that in this village, there was an extremely perverted lady, whose stories of unacceptable practices reached the ears of a mandarin. He then put her in a horse-shaped cage so she would be raped by a male horse. She died eventually and people make a shrine out of her and go there to pray for good luck.

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Vietnamese are required to study Classical Chinese poetry, both Vietnamese and Chinese ones but rendered in Vietnamese alphabet, in school.
There was a period of time when skirts were banned nationwide in imperial Vietnam. That gave birth to the Vietnamese national dress, which has pants instead.

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Vietnamese hate the Chinese government, but love Chinese culture.

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There’s free iced tea littered across Vietnam for workers that need to drink. No paying, no nothing. You just go and drink it.

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UP traumatized Jane

How could the development of extremely long-range air-to-air missiles like the AIM-174B potentially change Chinese behavior in the South China Sea region?

No.

What you don’t know is that the PL-17 has just as long a range and is smaller, lighter, and shorter than the AIM-174B.

Ironically, the West has been claiming that the PL-17 is too large to hit a fighter. Strangely, the even larger, heavier AIM-174B is now able to hit fighters. Considering that the PL-17 terminal speed is Mach 5 while the AIM-174B (just a repurposed SM-6) has terminal speed of Mach 3.5, it’s rather weird that a slower missile can hit fighters while a faster one can’t.

It appears that the laws of physics is not the same for Western weapons as for the rest of the world. Nay, the rest of the Universe.

There Is No Hope For This Generation

What’s the most expensive thing you’ve gotten for an insanely cheap price?

I was having a mooch round the cheapo shop near my mother’s house, and up on top of the shelving was a shopping trolley, the sort you can sit on. I had problems with my feet, and although I could walk forever, as soon as I stopped, the pain began. I had been looking at trolleys like this, but they were over £150 and far beyond my means.

I asked the proprietor if I might have a look at it, and he got a ladder and brought it down. It looked perfect: I later worked out that it was a second, having a couple of tiny inaccuracies in the welding which were hard to spot and didn’t impair the action.

I asked him, how much?, and he quoted me £40, which was brilliant, but I didn’t have that much cash on me, and Mr Akram doesn’t take plastic. I asked him to keep it for me whilst I went to the cash machine round the corner. He asked me, how much cash DID I have?, which was £30. Obviously thinking I might not come back, he said I could have the trolley for the thirty. Result!

Eighteen years later, I still have and use it: it’s had an outing at least once a fortnight in that time, and, apart from a bit of fraying where the current cat keeps mistaking it for a scratching post, it’s still in good nick.

The same trolley was recently listed on Amazon for £163.

What role did the US have in the recent regime change in Bangladesh?

Bangladesh’s exiled PM said: had she surrendered to USA & let USA build a US military base in St Martin Island, she would have saved her PM position.

St Martin is strategically important for USA to install mid-range missiles there so as to threaten the safety of China, India, Myanmar & the entire southeast Asia ie Indo-Pacific region.

Some said the PM did not say that.

Does not matter. When we see USA threatening WADA & IOC officials in the 2024 Olympics just for gold medals, we can guess USA may have threatened Bangladesh for such an important location in Indo-Pacific.

USA is notorious in instigating riot/coup in other country & put a puppet gov there to take US orders.

Take care of your loved ones

How long do you count before throwing a grenade?

Originally Answered: Explosives: How long do you count before throwing a grenade?

This has already been covered really well, but I want to add a story from my grandfather’s training days, during WWII.

The recruits were training with grenades and the training officer noticed that my grandfather was pulling the pin and then throwing the grenade immediately, much too fast to control its destination. He just wanted that explosive FAR AWAY RIGHT NOW. Which is understandable! But not behavior you want from your soldiers.

So the officer waited until my grandfather had pulled the pin on another grenade, and then rushed in and clamped his hands down over my grandfather’s, and proceeded to have a little conversation. Where was he from, did he know anybody back home, what was his family like, etc. Meanwhile there’s the grenade, the pin pulled but the spoon trapped under my grandfather’s hands, trapped under the officer’s.

After a few seconds of engendering pure panic, and then a minute of weirdly casual conversation, the officer told my grandfather to always remember that it was the spoon, not the pin, that set the fuse off. As long as his hand was holding the spoon, he had all the time in the world to aim.

Here’s a picture of my grandfather today. You can’t tell in this picture, but both of his hands are still firmly attached.

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Do NOT feed the bears

Australian Wildlife

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How bad could the ongoing UK riots get?

I was thinking is that it? It’s over? Violent riots in Hong Kong lasted SEVEN MONTHS. UK riots barely lasted a few days.

But there’s an interesting parallel.

In 1966 there were huge riots in Hong Kong. The military was deployed on day 1 police and the military garrison shot into crowds killing many. The police also ‘arrested’ many riot leaders who then ended up dead shortly after.

They cracked down on the 1966 riots hard. The already incredibly harsh laws were enhanced so anybody could be arrested. It was business as usual, a year later even bigger riots broke out in 1967. The rioters had prepared and brought along IEDs.

So what of it? In 1966 the riots were crushed. In 1967 the riots were crushed. This lead to the 1981 riots.

The question is, are any of the actual root issues being resolved?

In 2019 there were huge violent riots, many disaffected youth and a large violent component. Many of these people buggered off to the UK (unfortunately some are coming back about 50% so far). However since 2019?

Wages have increased substantially.

There’s been public housing units (temporary) popping up everywhere in the countryside. People can rent such places for about $109USD a month. People are going to Shenzhen enmasse. The tycoons who were fucking the place over constantly have been told to behave.

10 Years in LA: My Shocking Truths, Biggest Challenges, and Unforgettable Moments!

After Chinese companies developed new AI chips, U.S. lawmakers wrote to the U.S. Department of Commerce that day, calling for no additional sanctions.

Since the Sino-US trade war officially started, the semiconductor field has become the US’s priority to curb China’s development. Since 2019, a large number of related companies have been included in the US sanctions list. Five years have passed, is the US sanctions really effective? Why did US lawmakers come out and call for not to increase sanctions first?

On August 15, the Russian Satellite News Agency briefly introduced the new AI chip of Chinese companies under the title “China releases new chips, ready to challenge the United States”, and believed that this new chip is comparable to Nvidia’s H100. According to reliable sources, the media analyzed that many Chinese Internet companies, including telecommunications providers, are now ready to purchase this domestic chip, which successfully demonstrates that Chinese companies have the ability to resist the US restrictions on the company’s access to advanced technology.

Overall, this domestic AI chip is at a relatively awkward time node, because Nvidia’s product line update time is very stable, basically updated every two to three years, and its new AI chip is expected to be released soon, with a large improvement. Although this domestic AI chip may be inferior to Nvidia’s new model, one thing that cannot be forgotten is that Chinese companies have carried out independent research and development under the background of the US ban, and not only have they produced finished products but also have caught up with the advanced level, which is already a big breakthrough.

What’s more, this domestic AI chip can be a good “starter”. If you aim for the international advanced level blindly, you may end up with nothing; start with the product down to earth, first have a user base and then further optimize according to feedback. Only by taking one step at a time can the foundation of domestic AI chips be consolidated. Most importantly, a reliable supply chain process can prevent the US from further increasing sanctions.

In fact, the US response is very telling of how significant this chip is. On the day when the Russian media released the news, US Democratic Senator Alex Padilla and Representative Zoe Lofgren from California wrote to US Commerce Department officials, calling for a freeze on plans to impose new restrictions on technology exports to China.

The two congressmen are very practical. They believe that the export controls imposed by the United States on China have actually damaged the competitiveness of the United States in advanced semiconductors and semiconductor manufacturing equipment. The two believe that in the context of allies not following this ban, the United States’s unilateral sanctions will not be very useful.

Of course, the two still stand on the position of the United States and require the US government to bring its allies along when imposing a semiconductor ban on China. But you have to know that the allies of the United States may not be in the same mind as the White House. They also need to maintain import and export trade with China to make profits. So far, Japan, South Korea and the Netherlands have not completely stopped supplying China in the field of semiconductors. This also fully shows that the sanctions that have lasted for many years have not been as the United States wishes and have not successfully curbed the development of China’s semiconductors. The affirmation from the “opponent” can better illustrate the current development results of China’s semiconductor industry.

In short, the various sanctions imposed by the United States on China can certainly work in a short period of time, but the demand generated by a huge market of 1.4 billion people cannot be restrained by a ban. Even if the United States can work together with all its allies to impose restrictions, China can start from the beginning on the road of independent research and development. At present, China is taking various measures to support the development of the domestic semiconductor industry. The investment amount of the third phase of the National Big Fund alone is as high as 344 billion yuan. The momentum behind this series of actions cannot be stopped by the United States.

I Was An Engineer But Got Fired! Forced To Retire! How Did This Happen?

Only one party is ruling China since long. How is that China has not fallen to “power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely”?

Let’s see

How many ways can you become corrupt?

A. You can have a huge balance in a Swiss Bank Account

Unfortunately in China, you pay a price if you want power and responsibility and a seat at the decision making table

The Price is your life is under continuous monitoring and those of your Children too

You have to submit Assets and Liabilities every 3/6 months and any net increase over a fifth (20%) annually or 10% half yearly needs to be explained

If you have a Swiss account overseas even with $ 2 Balance and you didn’t declare the same, you get expelled and placed under restricted movement for 2–5 years meaning you can’t leave China, can’t leave Beijing, maybe can’t even leave your home except for a 1–2 km radius

Diplomats need to submit their overseas account statements every 3 months to the MSS representative in the Chinese Embassy of the country of their posting

Children of Diplomats/CPC Members studying in Overseas Institutions must submit their Account Statements every 6 months to the Chinese Consulate including Xi Jinpings daughter

Failure to declare overseas accounts led to many Generals getting expelled but also unable to leave China or even Beijing for the rest of their lives

Not just for them but for their families too

Hu Jintao had repealed the Families Rule in 2013 but Xi Jinping re established the law in 2018/19

Likewise Directorships in Non Chinese Companies headquartered outside China and HK need to be declared to the Party

Both by Party Members or their Sons or Daughters

Not declaring is a DISCIPLINE BREACH that automatically means you can’t leave China or maybe even Beijing and will be under 24*7 Surveillance

So the System is near AIR TIGHT

Maos legacy is still very strong and Mao is seen as a God in China, so very few people dare to modify his tough party rules

B. You can invest heavily in Land

Except that THE STATE OWNS ALL THE LAND IN CHINA

You own a lease and register the lease

In China everything is Digital now unlike India

Paper Sale Deeds etc are non existent in most Tier 1/2/3 Cities

Bottom line is if you register for property – THERE WILL BE A RECORD

Most Tier Cities have CAP on Residential Leases for Individuals

Also unlike India you just can’t convert Agricultural Leases into Residential Leases

It takes 7–10 years

So that won’t work

C. You can store wads of cash and gold

Nopes. Cash is non existent now. Banks report an average of 82.50% lesser cash withdrawn in 2023 against 2003

Holding over 20,000 RMB cash is rare even for Cafeterias or Meat Markets

So no point holding so much Cash

It’s paper and nothing else

Likewise Gold in China is registered

Every Bar has a Registry Number when sold to retailers and the Bank or seller will record these details before selling you the Gold

This way YOU CAN EASILY SELL THE GOLD OR PAWN IT WITHOUT ANY IDENTIFICATION

However this also means you can’t just secretly buy gold and even if you do, you just can’t sell it because like I said everything is DIGITAL NOW and Cash is non existent

D. You can buy shares for a low price using Insider Information

Absolutely. Yet it’s LEGAL in China for CPC members to invest in Shares yet the sum is capped to 100,000 RMB a year (Approximately). This could ensure CPC members become Millionaires and that helps them further decide not to risk their positions with something stupid like Corruption

Why aim for 30 Million RMB and get into a load of trouble when you can make 10 Million RMB legally

Its why Singaporean Leaders get nearly 500,000 Dollars a month in Salary

There is a Sixth Reason – RESPECT AND HONOR

Membership of the CPC is a SYMBOL OF RESPECT AND HONOR for you that you are chosen to make decisions for the Country and State and sit with the best of the brains

It isn’t India where any Tom Dick and Harry with zero ability can become a MP or Minister or Chief Minister

Membership of the Politburo or Central Committee or Standing Committe is higher than ever

Xi Jinping is like a King in many aspects

He is the unquestionable leader and has reached that position where he will be revered for generations

Why sacrifice such a position which cannot be bought with money or land or gold???

It’s why Corruption in China is always at the low official to middle official level rather than even penetrating the Party Congress leadership

Status

Military personnel, what’s the dumbest thing you’ve heard someone in uniform say?

The captain stared hard at me. “Private, are you forgetting something?”

I was confused. “Not that I’m aware of, sir.”

“You always salute a superior officer.”

“Sir, we are in the field practicing wartime simulation. In war, out in the field, I would never salute a superior officer as a sniper would realize they were someone in charge and take them out.”

“We are not in an actual war. You WILL salute me, understand?”

“Yessir.” I popped off a salute, then handed him a card that said DEAD.

“What’s this?”

“Sir, I’m with the evaluation team. I set up the scenarios officers want so that situations can be evaluated to see how the unit deals with unusual circumstances. You were just saluted by a private and returned the salute. A sniper has killed you.”

He turned purple with rage. “You can’t do that! I have to be in the BTOC (Battalion Tactical Operations Center) in a half hour!”

The major in charge of the evaluation team whirled around and told him, “Shut up. Dead people don’t talk or stand. Lay down.”

The captain laid down on wet grass with ill grace.

The major laid another card on his chest that said “killed by headshot by sniper”.

The medic came by later and saw the cards. He and another medic put the captain on a stretcher after reading the notes and chuckled. “Let me guess. He wanted a salute.” (That’s because he knew the captain, and knew he was an a-hole.)

The captain spent the rest of the exercise lying on a stretcher for three days, only getting up to go to the bathroom or go get chow. He was NOT pleased.

So funny

Shorpy

What do billionaires do with their yachts? Do they use them to explore the ocean, or do they just park it in the middle of the sea and hang out there?

There are yachts, and then there are superyachts – the kind of yacht that is truly fit for a billionaire. And while boats are fun to own dear Jesus are they incredibly expensive to maintain. Most superyachts run well over $10 million a year in costs between staff, general maintenance, and everything else that goes into running these behemoths. So, what do billionaires do with their behemoths?

How about leasing?

One example of a leased mega yacht is the Serene 2, which at 439 feet in length makes it one of the largest yachts in the world. The ship also has an annual running cost ranging from $25 to $35 million.

Since it costs money to keep a ship like this running it only makes sense to try and make as much money as you can on it. The current owner managed to lease the yacht for a summer a few years ago to some guy named Bill Gates for a mere $5 million a week. The owner could have done worse.

Another notable example is the yacht Dilbar, which has been used for charters over the years.

The Dilbar is massive. In fact, it is stupidly massive and yet the Dilbar is only sixth in the world in length (511 feet) and third in weight (15,917 in gross tonnage) among superyachts. The cost was roughly $1 billion at the time it was built.

Between having a crew of 96 and an annual running cost of roughly $80 million a year it’s difficult to get an accurate price of what kind of clams would be necessary to charter this vessel. Yachts half the size of Dilbar will run you north of $1 million a week, so use that as a baseline. Unfortunately for you the Dilbar is no longer available for charter, so you will have to pick another yacht instead.

To conclude many owners simply travel the world and hangout wherever rich people do in unnecessary opulence. Others will charter their yachts out while they are away doing other rich people things. A small amount of owners have actually let scientific organizations lease out their yachts for research, like the late Paul Allen and his beloved Octopus.

How stupid are you

What are the darkest secrets of elite US universities?

Let me talk about MIT, which is largely missing from this set of answers.

I can talk circles about MIT not giving a lick about its undergrad population (oh boy, so much to dissect), or about the disparity between average highschool-smart kids and the IMO Gold Medalists in math classes, or about the fact that most of my classes are graded on a curve despite the fact that MIT pubs that they don’t do that.

But let’s focus on the saddest topic.

MIT is known for being one of the most intense, most rigorous, most high pressure universities in the country. It’s not because students are competitive (on the contrary, collaboration thrives and is often encouraged by instructors), but rather due to a combination of difficult coursework, extremely intelligent people everywhere that create insecurities, and a constant need to feel “hardcore.”

All this leads to one of the highest university suicide rates in the nation.

Just a few years ago, a girl jumped off the roof of my dorm, the tallest dorm in the school. MIT very promptly proceeded to investigate, and I’m not going into details, but let’s just say it was conducted extremely poorly.

The Institute is learning, though. Today, if you walk up a stairwell at MIT, it’s easy to deduce which door leads to a roof. It will have a sign:

There is help.

And really, truly, there is. We have a budding S^3 (Student Support Services) system that helps out a vast majority of students, a growing awareness about mental health in flyers and events and workshops…truly, this institution in many ways has tried to save lives.

But it’s not enough. And some of the decisions the administration have made recently haven’t exactly helped*. Just this academic year, a boy in my year committed suicide. A female grad student in my department. A 2016 alum who several of my newly graduated friends knew. And likely others who I haven’t heard about.

Rest in peace. You are missed, and you are loved.

*Go read any of the MIT Admissions blogs about Senior House. It’s more frustration than darkness, so I didn’t go into detail here.

Be the rufus

Since there is the hatred of US in the world. There is also the hated of China in the world. Why isn’t there the hatred of Taiwan in the world?

There is the hatred of US in the world, but not China. Taiwan is a part of China.

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China is a Challenger of the current world order. And the challenger is always lonely until it succeeds.

Before China becomes the Top Nation in the world, no other nations are willing to put all their money on China. Because they have to ask themselves: “What if China fails? If China fails, what will the US do to us?” That’s why China has no allies.

Before China, there have been many challengers: Germany, Russia, Japan. And they all failed. Throughout history, there were only a handful of countries that successfully replaced the No.1 Nation that has hegemony. Why is it so hard? Because it is always Lonely Challenger vs. The Entire World.

But if China does succeed, hundreds of nations will line up to be allies with China. This will happen overnight.

This is why no countries really have the balls to be real enemies with China right now. Because if China does succeed, China and its hundreds of allies will crash the crap out of these countries.

So China has no real enemies or real allies. All the countries are holding an attitude of “wait and see”.

Throughout history, the Law of Lonely Challenger never fails. Throughout history, the successful challengers always get allies overnight.And also, throughout history, the challengers who failed always ended up with piles of crap on their faces. Just take a look at Germany, Russia, Japan for examples.

China is the single country in the world whose top goal is to replace the US as the leading country. China has been talking about the Rejuvenation of China since the fall of Qing. When the US gained global hegemony, this Rejuvenation naturally became to replace the US.

In the current world, the international relations is , in its core, the relations between the US and China.

Behind every nation that has a problem with China, there is an onmipresent country called the United States of America. This includes the Taiwan question.

China has disputes with many nations around it. But these nations, like most of the nations in the world, have very strong economical ties with China. So they are not “enemies” in the traditional sense.

China historically stays out of other nations affairs. As a result there is very little outright hatred of China. Most are weary of being taken advantage of but all see China as a huge economic opportunity and trading partner.

You know, some countries are really suffering under USA rule, it would really be a huge improvement to align with China.

In other words, American allies are not actually friends, but simply because they are afraid of the United States.

They became allies of the United States not because they were attracted by the “high morality” of the United States, but because they were afraid of America’s abuse of power.

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Would China go to war for Iran?

This question is important now more than ever.

US warships are closing in on the middle east, as a deterrence to Iran, and Iran wants to respond to Israel because Israel is committing a genocide in Gaza. The most recent provocation from Israel, which happened two weeks ago, was the attack on Iranian soil, when they were hosting a foreign leader as a state guest.

Let’s say Iran attacks Israel and manages to cause real harm. Then, Israel will declare war on Iran, and like a puppet, the US will support Israel by invading Iran.

If that happens, will China go to war for Iran?

As much as I want China to go to war for Iran, I think China will do what’s best for their citizens — they won’t go to war.

There are two things China may do:

First is supplying weapons to Iran. It will win China support from the Muslim world. It will also be a chance for China to demonstrate the superiority of Chinese technology. They could do it secretly or openly.

The second, which would be the wiser choice but harder to pull off, is to collaborate with Palestinian sympathisers all over the world to impose sanctions on the US. If a significant chunk of the world’s countries join in, the US will fall.

It won’t be wise for China to impose unilateral sanctions on the US.

Even if China doesn’t support Iran in any ways, a US involvement in an Iran-Israel war is a win for the global south and by extension, a win for China.

In a way, this conflict is a great opportunity for China to demonstrate leadership in the world and their commitment to defending the world’s nations from US oppression.

What countries will you never visit again?

Saudi Arabia.

My wife joined me on a business trip. We picked a hotel that had fantastic ammenities — only to find that virtually none were offered to my wife, simply because she was a woman.

Men only.

The pool? Men only. The spa? Men only. Restaurants? Men only.

Men only.

Yes, this means my wife couldn’t grab lunch by herself while I was working. No, this was not during Ramadan.

Men only.

My wife had to cover up and largely make sure that she did not have any sort of interaction with men, whatsoever.

We had enough after the first day, and re-booked our hotel with an American chain, where my wife was allowed to order something to eat on her own.

I want to end this on a high note. After leaving Saudi Arabia, we went on to Singapore.

Men and women are allowed in hotel pools in Singapore.

We both loved Singapore. The hospitality was fantastic. The city is amazing. Yes, Singapore is a conservative place, and I’m well aware of it’s strict laws. Still, it didn’t feel anywhere near as punitive as Saudi Arabia. We could share a spa experience. Amazing.

My wife could go sightseeing, or shopping or take herself out to lunch. She didn’t have to be sequestered in her room, simply because she is a woman.

Singapore. 10/10 would recommend.

What, if any, are potential effects on Imane Khelif’s lawsuit over alleged cyberbullying during the Paris Olympics?

Bully is WRONG. But …

Let say her gender is truly questionable. Then the question has become …

is hitting/boxing a biological female correct?

I do not know Khelif’s case. I had the following post:

In the 2024 Olympics, there were “questionable” female boxers against biological females. Intl Boxing Assoc pushes IOC to think deeper “what a true female is”. Birth certificate is not reliable. Why not? What about chromosome or gender hormone?

Let us look at 4 scenarios.

1, gender change due to accident

A person was born male. During male circumcision when he was a baby, his gender organ was accidentally cut off. His doctor then made him a female on his birth certificate. His parents raised him as a female. At puberty, he started to take female hormone.

But he was never a true female biologically. He cannot get pregnant (dont argue some females cant get pregnant either). Despite hormone, his voice still cracked. I dont know his bodily build.

If he ever competes in Olympics, he can easily get gold medal because of his (male) strength.

Worse, he can legally hit/box a female & endanger the health/brain of the female. Do we want to see this “legal” beating of females?

My point: to determine a person’s gender by BIRTH CERTIFICATE is not reliable.

2, gender change due to birth defect

Some are born with defect eg the male organ is too small. The doctor & parents thus remove it & make him a female.

Birth defects happen to some people eg limbs not same length, 2 heads, 4 legs & more. Doctors do not remove the extra head or legs. These people accept their birth defect. Why not accepting a defective gender organ (unless the defect threatens the person’s life)?

As said in (1), unless the person is proven to be female by scientific means, the person is still physically (strength) a male.

3, Some are born with both sets of gender organs.

I suggest to leave the way it is unless the defect threatens the person’s life. Leave it until the person is old enough to decide for himself/herself.

Humans always make mistakes. Let us leave it to Mother Nature/Creator. Teach the person to accept birth defects like the 2-headed person does.

What makes parents & doctor as a human think they are wiser than Nature/Creator?

What makes parents & doctor think they can decide for another human being?

Is this a form of child abuse?

By the way, circumcision (both male & female) is considered child abuse in the 21st century.

4, Are transgender female same as a non-trans?

For the SAME height, male in general has longer arms & feet than female ie trans has longer arms.

Non-trans female has a rounder/bigger bottom. Something a male can do but not a female.

Has research compare the muscle mass, strength & balancing between trans & non-trans?

Question

Chromosome XX is female & XY is male. Is this reliable?

What about deciding the gender by the amount of male & female hormone in a person?

EU confesses ‘our prosperity was based on China & Russia’: cheap energy, low-paid labor, big market

What do Japanese and Korean people think of China?

Pretty chill.

China’s a pretty big country, and most (educated) Koreans know that. They also recognise the fact that, China’s quite different from us, although we share a lot of culture and history.

First off, China in itself is, once again, EXTREMELY LARGE. China has the world’s largest population, ranging in at somewhere around 1.3~1.5 billion, compared to the 50 million of the ROK, which pales in contrast. This means that China inevitably has a lot more going on over there, and we can’t exactly categorise the entire Chinese population into one stereotype.

Take, for example, the common misconception that all Chinese people are poor people who don’t shower and eat weird food. Sure, some people may not have the privilege of daily showers, but that doesn’t mean that the entire population hates hygiene. It’s just that if, say, a tiny 10% of the population was in poverty, that’s still a whopping 15 million, 3 times the entire population of Korea. We statistically KNOW that China isn’t like that, but what we actually SEE, is rather different.

And on another point, I personally say that China has influenced a lot of NEA’s culture, including both Korea and Japan. (And Vietnam) Not to say that we outright copied China, but there’s a lot of visible evidence that we, at one time, used to view China as a father/big brother country, with the Opium wars triggering the slow collapse of that kind of viewpoint.

Back to the present though, we see China right now as a… rival? Can’t really find the right term here, but to put it in other words;
China has a lot of shared industries with us, namely the IT industry and general production. (Samsung, Hwawei and the sort)
China sided with North Korea in the Korean War, which a lot of our elders still regret.

However, we do recognise that China is an enormous powerhouse and will probably catch up enough to completely smother companies like Samsung and LG. (Within the next decade or so)

We also know that a large portion of our economy consists of trade with China. When the THAAD problem was a thing and China smacked us with the sanction hammer, our economy quite literally fell over for while.

In the end though, I’m personally more of a “Asian Union like the European Union” kind of guy, and I envision the day when we can finally overcome our differences and grow together.

(End Note: None of these apply to the uneducated racists/extreme nationalists)

妄言多謝, Jasper

Pierogi

Pierogi are dumplings that are delicious fried and served with sour cream. These are also good filled with fresh blueberries mixed with sugar for a super dessert.

Ingredients

Dough

5 cups all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon salt
3 large eggs
1/2 cup (1 stick) butter softened
3/4 to 1 1/4 cups water

Filling

2 to 3 medium onions, chopped
1/2 to 1 cup (1 to 2 sticks) butter
6 medium potatoes, peeled, boiled and mashed or put through a ricer
1 (8 ounce) package farmers cheese
Salt and pepper to taste

Instructions

Dough

Mix the flour and salt in a food processor. Add the eggs, butter and water (starting with 3/4 cups if the dough is dry, adding 1 tablespoon at a time until the dough is smooth and elastic, adding up to an additional 3/4 cups if needed) pulsing until kneaded by machine and a ball is formed, or you can use a mixer to do this process.
Remove dough from bowl and let sit in a warm place for about 15 to 30 minutes.

Filling

Melt butter in a large fry pan and add onions. Sauté until onions are lightly browned; set aside.
Combine potatoes, cheese, salt, pepper and as much of the sautéed onions as you like, reserving the rest to toss with cooked pierogi. Taste for seasoning. Set aside.
Divide dough into 3 to 4 equal portions. On a lightly floured surface, roll one portion of dough out to about 1/8-inch thickness. Cut a 3 inch round circle with biscuit cutter. Place one tablespoon of filling on one side of each round. Using your finger, moisten one side of dough with some water. Pick up the circle and fold dough over filling and pinch edges together to firmly seal the filling (this is critical – if you don’t pinch the dough together tightly, you will have gaps and when you boil the pierogi, the filling will come out).
Place the filled pierogi onto a lightly floured baking pan; cover until you finish with remaining dough and filling.
In a large wide pot, fill with water and bring to a boil over medium to high heat, when water is at a rolling boil, drop 5 to 6 pierogi and cook while stirring gently with a wooden spoon until they float to the top of pot. Cook a couple minutes longer.
Remove with a slotted spoon, toss with reserved sautéed onions, if desired, and place in a warmed deep glass bowl.
If desired, saute the pierogi briefly in a small amount of equal amounts of olive oil and butter (as shown in photo).
Serve warm with some sour cream on the side.

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My grandfather should of gone to Fiddler’s Greene

My Paternal Grandfather was really interested in detective, and true crime stories right before he died.

When he was 74, he ended up with cancer, and started to spend a lot of time in the hospital. While there, he asked everyone to bring him the true crime stories. He read those things like a voracious wolf.

Then, he got worse and passed on.

What I think this meant was that he was preoccupied with death, Heaven and the life “beyond”. I cannot say that I blame him. We all feel that way. But, I find it interesting that this is how he wished to spend his last moments; reading about gruesome deaths.

Don’t do that.

Lots of better things to do with your time.

Fiddler’s Green is giving away free paper-plane card models. These can be scaled up and used as plans for foamie RC planes:

Google search results for Fiddlers Green plans here or search for threads by Vyceroy, was the master of this style.

Currently it is a ME-109 and Corsair. It changes every few weeks.

So super cheap. And a fun waste of time. Not into planes, cars, ships? No problem. Try their house and town models…

Today…

What is the best case of “You just picked a fight with the wrong person” that you’ve witnessed?

My story is essentially a movie trope now. I was sitting in my local pub with my dad who was in a wheelchair, it was during the midweek (in Scotland), early evening, so it was pretty quiet, just a handful of middle aged guys, me and my dad. 4 young yob lads came in, if you’re in the UK you know the type, baseball caps, tracksuits, swaggering like Liam Gallacher, thinking they’re hard men.

They’d obviously had a few drinks before coming in, and after a few pints and us putting up with their shit tunes on the jukebox, they started getting a bit rambunctious, getting progressively louder and more aggressive as the evening turned to night.

One of the old guys, having gotten sick of their “doof doof” dance music crap got up and stuck a few quid in the jukebox, putting on some old 60’s 70’s rock music. One of the young team took offence to this, and got in his face, he started mouthing off at the old guy, who just stood there, impassive, and after a couple of minutes of this abuse the young team joined in, so one of the other regulars got up off his bar stool and stood behind the young team, and as if on some unseen signal, the old guy who was backed up against the jukebox just stuck the head right on the lad who was in his face, while his friend grabbed 2 of the young team and pulled them away, as the boy who’d been nutted reeled back, the old boy went for his friend, knocking him out with a left in the gut, and a hard right to the side of his head as he doubled over.
Meanwhile his friend had knocked one guy out with one punch, and when he turned his attention to the last guy, he blocked a punch and hit the boy so hard he flew over the pool table!

Turned out both of them were class fighters in their day, and some things you just don’t forget.

Morale of the story is, be respectful to people you don’t know, because you don’t know their history, and don’t know what they’ve done or been through.

Never saw those lads in the pub again, and they weren’t missed!

To Die for Beef Roast

This is one of the best roasts you will ever taste. Carrots, potatoes and celery can also be added, if desired.

Ingredients

1 beef roast (any kind)
1 envelope Hidden Valley Ranch salad dressing mix
1 envelope brown gravy mix
1 envelope Italian dressing mix
1/2 cup warm water

Instructions

Place roast in slow cooker.
Mix contents of all 3 envelopes and sprinkle over roast.
Pour water into the bottom of the slow cooker.
Cover and cook on LOW for 6 to 7 hours.

Robert Bigelow Tells Bob Lazar Stories

What would cause someone to walk out during a negotiation with a car salesman?

A simple negotiating strategy is “take it off the table”.

it works both ways: I am the car salesman, you are looking at a $45,000 car. We talk about it, test drive, you are looking at it, I hear and see buying signs. I want to test the waters. “John, look we are having a special sales “spif” this month and I really need to sell some cars. Let’s cut to chase here. (Looking over my shoulder to make sure no one else hears) I can sell you this car, today only, (scarcity) and knock off $10,000. $35,000 and you are out the door. What do you say?”

If the buyer balks, he’s not sure, looking at other deals. I say “okay, I get it. I’m going to withdraw the offer.” if the buyer is jumping in, then he was never a buyer.

I am a buyer… I find a car that I like, its a slightly used Lexus, $45,000 sticker. Salesman walks up, “Can I help you?” I say “Yes, I’m liking this GS 350 here. Do you have the mileage? “ he says “Let me get that for you. Want to drive it? I’ll get the keys.” He comes back and we test drive the car, rides like a dream, smooth, nice interior… I’m sold. We get out I make him stand in the hot sun, facing the sun. “How hard is that sticker price?” He says “we have a little wiggle room.” “Okay, my offer is $39,000, lets write up” I say. He says “not that much wiggle room.” I take my business card, write on the card… “Green GS 350, $39,000.” hand it to the sales guy. “Call me when this offer is good.” and leave…

Or better: I say “Okay my offer is $39,000.” He says “Oh, we don’t negotiate here, the price is the price.” I say “Yeah, I don’t either. Here is my offer. call me when its good.”

They will call “we have a blue Toyota / we have a white impala / we have a red tundra.”

Finally they will call, “the best we can do is $42,000.” I say “You are almost there.” click.

Is it safe to say that China is at least 30 years ahead of India?

Very safe! In fact, you can increase that number to 40 or 50 and it will still be true.

I lived in a Chinese village with a Chinese family for one month as part of a homestay program. I started my journey from Shanghai airport, and the entire stretch of road leading to the village was smooth, with no potholes, no litter, and not once did I see anyone driving their vehicle on the wrong side of the road, or see stray dogs and cattle hold up vehicles.

Every house in the village had an attached toilet, 24×7 electricity, and the houses all had modern appliances like washing machine, refrigerator, TV, Wi-Fi etc. And I had visited quite a few houses.

Every classroom in the village primary school had a TV which the teachers used to teach their students. The secondary school had Wi-Fi.

All the villagers wore helmets while riding their electric scooters. Every single one of them could read and write Mandarin, and none of them littered or spat or peed in the open.

The women all wore jeans, dresses, skirts etc. and no one judged them and shamed them for “aping the west”. What mattered was their ability, not what clothes they wore.

It was completely safe to wander around the village after dark. No one got harassed for their gender, nationality etc. None of the female participants in the homestay program ever mentioned that they felt uncomfortable, or were stared at by men for wearing shorts. None of us faced any racist taunts.

I’m not saying that China has no problems, but this Chinese village had better services than most Indian cities (we can still only dream of uninterrupted power supply, or 24×7 water, or pothole-free roads).

I cannot say with authority that all villages in China are like this, but I would wager that many of them are. The cities are of course in a different league. I stayed in the suburbs to the north of Shanghai for a few days, not a tourist area. The neighbourhoods were clean, with excellent roads, and footpaths were not cluttered by hawkers. People followed traffic rules. I went to a side street where there were stalls selling street food, and it was clean. No one littered, there was no garbage anywhere.

It’s not just their GDP or infrastructure. It’s their mentality too that has helped China zip ahead.

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Why does this YouTuber named “serpentza” go to such lengths to stigmatize China? Especially when so many tourists come to China?

There are many like him. China Uncensored, one Asian guy who speaks fluent English, one old aunty. All are on YouTube. I know these four because I have been following them for a long time. There’s also a news site called Bitter Winter.

All of them focus only on China. They never tell good things. They even exaggerate the tiniest bad thing about China. They don’t only talk about how bad the government is, but also how bad the Chinese people are. They go to such great lengths, making lies and twisting facts. They don’t care about their own credibility. The sole purpose of their existence is to spread hate on China.

Something is definitely wrong. Why are such news sites allowed to exist? Why do they have a wide following? From where do they collect all those information? Plus, they don’t look like solo artists but more like lowly funded news organizations.

Based solely on what they themselves are sharing, it’s right to call them US propaganda machine. Also, they stay shut about Palestine, but I once watched a China Uncensored video where he sided with the Israelis. Otherwise, it’s just wrong to talk bad about a whole country without ever showing an ounce of respect. It’s like their hobby is to slander China.

Does media like them exist for other countries? No matter which country you are from, if there were people like them always talking bad about your country and your people, how would you feel?

Edit: I checked YouTube and here are the ones I have mentioned and one more: China Observer, China Insider with David Zhang, China Insights. There’s one anti-China aunty that I have mentioned but I’m too lazy to search and I forgot her channel name.

At what stage in your life did you realize, “No, I can’t do this any more” and walk out? Why?

My step father came into my life when I was 8, and treated me and my siblings badly without a word of interference from my mother for the rest of my childhood. I left home at eighteen, and got together with the woman I’m married to at age 25. She had two children, a boy of three and a half and a girl of six months, so I got an entire family in one fell swoop. A year later we had been on holiday with the children, and dropped by my mother’s cabin on the way home. We were supposed to sleep there before driving the long way home.

My step father was drunk, and proceded to be nasty to our son. I got mad as a wasp, and informed him he was not allowed to talk to my children like that. There was a huge quarrel, he and I shouting, my mother claiming “He didn’t mean it”, the children crying, my wife watching it all with her mouth open, utterly appalled. It finally calmed down, but he kept mumbling nasty remarks through dinner, so we decided to leave. I also decided I would no longer spend time in his company. After that I have seen him at weddings and christenings, and that’s it.

I wish him well, but will not allow his poison to infect my life any more.

Pennsylvania Dutch Chili

Ingredients

1 pound ground beef
1 onion, chopped
1 pound homemade noodles or 1 (12 to 16 ounce) bag wide egg noodles
1 can baked beans
1 cup spaghetti sauce or less (or 1 small jar)

Instructions

Brown ground beef and onion.
Cook and drain egg noodles.
Combine everything. You may need additional sauce if you have leftovers and warm them up later. Chili should be thick, not soupy.
Serve with crusty bread.

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Shorpy

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He was young, and a favorite actor of mine.

Can a time come when coaching institutes will be banned?

Absolutely

Coaching Institutes in India and the Coaching Culture is REGRESSIVE

It may produce rankers but it doesn’t produce Quality Engineers

It essentially gives false hopes to thousands of students who would otherwise face reality of their own abilities and get on with their lives productively

They must be REFORMED

Lets see come Chinese Reforms and whether or not they would be adapted to India :-

Videos of Lectures by Tutors CANNOT be commercialized for an Annual Cost that exceeds 3200 RMB a year in TOTAL (Previously they charged as much as 11999 RMB a year per subject). Thats a 90% Price cut mandated by law
No Coaching App can seek venture capital or funding for any Tier 1/2/3 rounds unless the said App matches the Coaching Fees charged by Individual Tutors for 150 Hours a year (3000 RMB a year to 4500 RMB a year instead of 30,000 RMB a year)
Pictures of Ranking Students cannot be advertised by Coaching Institutions or the Institution will be fined and penalized criminally and Any Student who misrepresents his rank by taking money from a Coaching Institute will face a 3 Year Ban in entering any Institution in China
Teachers who teach in Private or Public School are forbidden to take Coaching Classes exceeding 8 Hours a week and their maximum hourly rate is capped (I don’t know how much but it’s way lower than what it was)

Xi broke the entire Industry single handedly

No more teachers who could charge the world and ignore school for private coaching.

Everything was Capped and at very low rates that bankrupted half the coaching institutes

Advertising was entirely based on mouth to mouth endorsements and no billboards or photo publishing of students getting top rank based on cash incentives

Such Students who took money to claim they took their training from so & so coaching institute would face a 3 year ban from any course

This encourages Group discussion

Right from the Youngest Age – they have divided students into study groups and have Wechat groups to discuss Projects, Assignments and Group Work

Private Tutors are allowed on an Hourly and they teach you at some dollars per hour rate

Professors and Teachers VOLUNTEER at CLCs and Community Coaching Centres where students can learn for free

We need to bring in a similar model adaptable to India

First we need a rule that students who fail more than 2 Attempts at NEET or UPSC or CAT or JEE cannot be enrolled in Coaching Centres or if they are, their enrollment must be FREE

Second we need to CAP THE COACHING FEES for all these exams

Third we must deduct tax right from the Coaching Fees like a TDS and impose 35% that the Coaches must bear

Fourth, we must mandate a cap on Online Coaching Fees which must be no higher than 33% of the Offline Fees

Fifth, we must offer large tax subsidies to free coaching offered on YouTube and other channels

Sixth we must impose a ban on School Teachers working for Coaching Classes unless their Tuition fee is capped at a certain hourly rate and no longer than 8 Hours a week

Maybe some of this is practical and some of this isn’t

I don’t know

I am saying things at the top of my head

However I do know that

REFORMS ARE CRITICAL AND MUST BE DONE NOW

To really find out how – you need to study the entire scenario , talk to students and find out and then begin a series of reforms

Students are becoming Rankers rather than Quality Engineers or Administrators

That must be stopped at any cost

Have you ever sold used cars for a living?

Sorta kinda.. when my older daughter was born 40 years ago my wife went on maternity leave and I needed to replace her income.

I started raising money by selling two extra cars I owned. I ran classified ads in the newspaper and dealt with customers. It was fun. Then my friend was going to junk a decent car because he was too lazy to sell it. I gave him the $100 the junkyard would have paid. I sold it for $600 with little effort.

I was on a roll! I drove around town looking for cars for sale or just sitting unused. I’d inquire and buy them cheap if I could. I’d check the newspaper ads early every day. I’d do minor repairs, clean and polish them to make them more attractive. One car had an entire garbage pail of trash in it!

I got to the point where I had two cars for sale in my driveway at all times. Guys would watch and inquire about different cars. I even sold one to my neighbor.

I did this the entire year until the weather got cold approaching winter. I figured I’d quit while I was ahead and before the cops or DMV figured me out. I did sell a car to a cop though!

It served me well. I replaced my wife’s salary and then some!

Is Intel becoming more and more like the feeling Boeing brings to people?

In terms of losing its engineering chops and becoming an overfinancialized blue chip play?

Yes.

However, Boeing’s problem ia execution, whereas Intel’s business model is facing obsolescence.

Both are in danger of ebbing away in the uncertain future ahead, though Boeing’s decline will be back stopped by the government, given its role as a key arms contractor and America’s only builder of airliners.

Boeing is one or two crashes from a PR nightmare, especially if it happens on the Max.

Intel’s product mix appear unsuitable for an ai-heavy world, and arm is projected to make huge inroads to the windows ecosystem in the coming years.

Intel needs a radical rethink, because the chips act cannot save it from drowning when the market moves decisively against a product portfolio. This is made worse by the poisonous politics that has reshaped demand in East Asia.

I don’t envy Intel at all.

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Deng Xiaoping famously told British Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher that ‘China could take Hong Kong in a day.’ How serious was this threat? And were the Chinese at all concerned about the UK invoking Article 5 of the NATO treaty?

“How serious was this threat?”

Let me put it this way: the People’s Liberation Army could have taken back Hong Kong during the Chinese Civil War, long before the founding of the People’s Republic of China, and long before Deng met Thatcher.

The 44th Army of the PLA chased the fleeing Kuomintang forces all the way to Shenzhen. Their troopers were at one point gathered at Hong Kong’s Lo Wu border. They were literally one river crossing away from the British colony. Hong Kong only had a few thousand colonial troops stationed at the time. The battle-hardened 44th could have easily taken the city in about a day with a single well-timed bayonet charge. Two days at the most.

Sir Alexander Grantham, who was the governor of Hong Kong at the time, recalled that the PLA didn’t even need to attack. All they had to do was cut off food and water supplies to the colony, and the British would have to surrender in less than a month.

But neither of these scenarios ever happened. Chairman Mao ordered the army to stop the attack and turn back, stating that he had “other plans for Hong Kong”. Premier Zhou Enlai himself personally oversaw the situation with Hong Kong, and made sure that nothing went amiss with its supply of food and water.

History vindicated Mao’s decision to not take back Hong Kong immediately. He had the vision and the sense to play the game of geopolitics.

Mao knew that China was poor and underdeveloped, and was soon to be sanctioned by the United States and the rest of the imperialist west for being a communist nation. A gateway to the west was desperately needed.
The British Empire, likewise, also needed Hong Kong to serve as its gateway to the east. By letting the British keep Hong Kong for just a little while longer, Mao prevented China from being isolated by an anti-China alliance of western powers completely, which was what would have happened if the British had been beaten and sent home crying to Uncle Sam.In 1950, the UK became one of the first capitalist countries to formally recognise the PRC.
Mao was worried about the overwhelming influence and control the Soviet Union had over the Chinese Communist Party. He did not want a communist China to be freed from Fascist Japan and the Imperialist West, only to answer to a red Russia. Having Hong Kong as a gateway to the west, meant that China would not have to depend entirely on the Soviet Union.History proved him right, as evident in the Sino-Soviet split in the 1950s, and the fall of North Korea in the 1990s.
Just because Mao let the British lord over the people of Hong Kong for a while longer, doesn’t mean he had forgotten about the welfare of its predominantly Chinese populace. The city’s status as a gateway between east and west was the sole reason its economy flourished in the 20th century.Hong Kong’s success was never a “miracle” or the result of British rule, but a by-product of the times, geopolitics, and external factors greater than the city itself – a lesson most people in Hong Kong, both young and old, have forgotten

Article 5 of NATO would not have been China’s main concern, because the article could only be invoked in case of an attack on a NATO member’s own soil (i.e. Europe or North America). In fact, the first time it was ever invoked was after the events of 9/11.

In any case, China did play a major part in the Korean War, fighting the coalition forces of the United Nations to a standstill, so I doubt the formation of NATO would have changed the course of history too much – and that’s assuming NATO was willing at all to waste money and lives defending the British Empire’s interests. There’s a reason why Article 5 was never invoked during the Falklands War.

The fact remains that the PRC never planned to take back Hong Kong by force in the first place. They had no illusions that the sun would never set on the British Empire. They knew Hong Kong would become Chinese again eventually.

Addendum:
Chiang Kai-shek actually wanted to take back Hong Kong from the British after the Second World War. He rightfully saw the the Treaty of Nanking as humiliating to the Chinese people, and negotiated with the UK and the US to have the treaty abolished in 1942. The British Empire rejected the proposal, Chiang refused to relent, and so the matter was dropped from the agenda.

However, another agreement was formed that whoever entered Chinese territory previously under Japanese occupation first, would get to keep it for themselves.

When Japan surrendered in 1945, both the British and the Kuomintang scrambled to send forces to Hong Kong. KMT soldiers were apparently the first to enter Hong Kong’s New Territories, which was disputed by the UK.

The UK referred the matter to the US. President Truman wanted to ally with the UK against the Soviet Union, so he betrayed Chiang by declaring Hong Kong was never part of the deal. The KMT had to withdraw their forces, and Hong Kong soon became a British colony once again. So close, and yet so far.

This is actually a snapshot into what China was like under the Kuomintang government. Yes they were founded on great ideas by great men, but they were also de facto puppets of the Imperialist West, and therefore unable to give the Chinese people the rights, liberty, dignity and respect they deserved.

Hong Kong would very likely still be British today, had the communists lost the civil war.

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Blue Moon

John K Adams

Dril entered from the air-lock. Myr looked up from the vid-screen.“Brrr, it’s cold out there.”“Don’t you wear your suit?”“Of course I do. You think I’m crazy?”Myr raised an eyebrow but didn’t answer that.“I remember reading it is always cold out there. It’s the moon, silly.”“I know it’s the moon. I got us this gig, remember?”“That I do.”“I mean, who better than us to prospect the best sites for mining delicious moon cheese?”“No one I can think of.” Myr sighed. “You know what you forgot to have delivered?”

“What’s that, Honey Pie?”

“Some new material. You have told a variation of that joke at least once daily for the last year.”

“Except, mining for cheese is serious business.”

“Please stop.”

Dril smiled at Myr. “You want me to cook dinner tonight?”

Myr sighed again. “Is it dinner time? I know what the clock says, but it doesn’t feel like dinner time. The sun is still out.”

“You know how this works, Myr.”

“Of course I do. I get it intellectually. But a month of sunshine followed by a month of darkness?”

“Actually, it’s more like two weeks.”

“Really? Who came up with that schedule?”

“Uhm… God?”

“I need a break, Dril.”

“What do you say we take a week and go to the Sea of Tranquility? Or to the mountains?”

Myr put her hands up to her ears and shook her head. “No. No. No. No. No.”

Dril passed on this opportunity to, once again, make a joke about American cheese and the flag left behind by the first men to land here.

“Let’s dance.” Dril moved toward Myr with a rhythmic step. He started singing. “Blue Moon… You saw me standing alone…”

Myr shrugged off his embrace. “Don’t you dare start about Kate Smith.”

Dril put his hands up, in frustration and surrender. “I’m trying to make the best of a…”

“Cabin fever. Isn’t that what you call it?”

“On the moon, it is called ‘existential angst’.”

“Thank you, Dr. Freud.”

Dril touched Myr’s elbow. “Come on, Babe. We never look at the earthrise anymore.” He waved his hand and the shaded, domed window automatically brightened. The colorless moonscape spread before them with Earth’s blue orb peeking from behind the distant mountains.

“Stark.”

Dril shook his head. “Look at the Earth, Babe. We’ll be going home before you know it. Think how much you’ll appreciate being back.”

“Are we there yet?”

“You’ve heard that you can’t go home again?”

“Watch me.”

Dril stood back. The moment had passed. “I’m going to go out and check the sensors.” He pointed to the counter stacked with various tools and gizmos. “Would you hand me the razzafraz?”

Myr looked at the disorderly mess Dril called his workbench. She picked up the tool on top of the others. “You mean this?”

“No. That’s the franaham… Next to the thingamajig.” Myr picked up another tool at random and held it up. “Thank you.” He took the tool from her and moved toward the airlock.

“Will you be long?”

“No. You know, routine maintenance. Never can say when some asteroid will wreak havoc on our survival systems.”

“I hate when that happens.”

Dril chuckled and ducked through the bulkhead door. He stepped into his suit, secured the safety devices and donned his helmet. Taking his time, he checked the vid-feed and sound system, a routine as ingrained and natural as brushing his teeth before bed. All systems were a ‘go’.

Not that Myr would be monitoring his progress. Lately, her heart wasn’t in it.

He checked the seals on the interior door and activated the exterior door. The small room filled with steam for a moment as the air froze and then escaped into the void.

Dril scanned the bright horizon. It still quickened him to take in this alien moonscape. It never changed. But he did. Each day, his perception of this perpetually static scene seemed fresh by what he brought to it. The frozen nature of it grounded him somehow.

And of course, he thought of what ‘phase’ they were in. He could never shake the earth-centric perspective. But now, Dril would also note Earth’s phase.

After watching Earth’s rise above the horizon, Dril checked the various monitors distributed around their home base and the outer shell of their home. With few variations, all seemed in order.

He chuckled at his own joke. “The barometer seems stuck. Weird, no air pressure at all.”

When on the frontier of space like this, Dril always celebrated an ordinary day.

Seeing the giant ‘S. O. S’ scrawled in the dust by Myr, always made him smile. That happened after their first few weeks on base.

Dril remembered watching her shuffling around in an aimless manner on the landing pad near their base camp. Or so he thought.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Sending a message to anyone who might be paying attention,” she answered.

Then he recognized the letters, wide as Stonehenge. Gigantic letters to be read by someone, anyone above them in the sky.

They read, “S. O. S.” Sans serif.

He knew she meant it. Keeping her morale up kept him busy. That was his hardest job.

Myr watched the airlock door shut. Though a daily occurrence, seeing Dril go out distressed her. What if something happened to him?

Of course, she knew all the routines and procedures. But to be alone out here on this rock… She shuddered at the thought. At first, it seemed a romantic adventure. Like being on a desert island together. Dril called it their ‘dessert island’. She never imagined how desolate the whole thing would be.

Myr entered the conservatory. She spent most of her time there. The humidity, greenery, and oxygen-rich air kept her sane. She loved caring for the plants more than anything. They were her life.

She liked the sunshine streaming into the greenhouse. The windows filtered the harsh light to a level the plants could tolerate. And she had artificial light to accommodate the long lunar nights.

Though primarily their source of fresh food, Myr lobbied for authorization to also bring decorative and flowering plants to their outpost. She prevailed by arguing an environment lacking in beauty would be better tended by a robot. Myr insisted ‘practical’ was broader in scope than ‘edible.’ A garden could include a feast for the eye as well as her belly and wouldn’t unduly tax their limited resources.

Myr had maintained even a guinea pig deserves a home and not merely a box filled with hay. Someone agreed and Myr received permission to transport seeds of her choosing, within strict guidelines.

Now she had a garden, her little paradise. But without apples or snakes. She cared for it with a passion.

The apparently spontaneous generation of certain insects and pests amazed Myr. They required constant monitoring, lest they damage the food crops. Myr understood they must have stowed away on the seeds or the soil. They were unwitting aliens on this unwelcoming stone.

Curiously, there were also spiders, who allied with her to maintain a balance within the garden. Life begets life.

She gathered a variety of tomatoes and other ripe vegetables for their dinner.

Indicator lights and a signature chirp told Myr that Dril was back. She felt calmer now and went out to greet him.

Dril already stood in the living zone when Myr entered from the kitchen. He smiled at her and they embraced. However brief his sojourns outside, Dril’s homecoming always caused her joy.

Dril asked her, “Tell me, how do you know when the moon is full?”

“You never think it is full.”

“No. Work with me.”

“Oh, a joke. Uhm… it’s always half empty?”

“No. It says, ‘hold the cheese’.”

Myr did not react. The new joke felt very old.

“How about this…? What flavor is a ‘blue moon’?”

“Dril, I was feeling better…”

“Roquefort!”

“Please?”

“Alright… One of these days I’ll make you laugh.”

Myr shook her head. “When that happens, you’ll know I’ve become a bonafide lunatic.”

They looked at each other for a moment and burst into laughter. They embraced and kissed warmly.

Dril looked into Myr’s eyes. “How do you do that? You always make me laugh.”

“My little secret, love. Let’s eat.”

They walked hand in hand into the kitchen.

Here’s some of MM’s latest artwork generations

The theme is closeness and intimacy, but those are flagged on the free subscription, so I performed some creative work-arounds.

Of course, figurative nudes, and tradition are in my interest set.

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What is the worst violation of firearms safety you’ve ever witnessed?

I’m sure I’ve told this story before…

Quite a number of years ago I was out shooting at a public range when a family showed up. Mom and dad, two kids, and even grandma.

They pile out of a pickup truck… and, well, to complete the visual here, they looked straight out of central casting as a Mariachi band. Now, I’m like “you do your thing, I’ll do mine”, but to say that this group was attention getting understates it by several orders of magnitude.

Dad had some cowboy guns, a revolver and a lever action rifle. They also had a grand total of one set of hearing protection between all of them. No eyepro is present.

They proceed to set up their “targets”, which are just a bunch of milk cartons filled with dirt…. Whatever, it’s a public range and people shoot all sorts of random shit. The boy takes a couple of them downrange, sets them down, and steps about three paces to the side.

Dad starts blasting. Yes, kid is still downrange as fuck.

I immediately decide that I don’t want to have to deal with the paperwork when one of these idiots shoots someone, and start packing up. But I’m doing it slow, because I’m keeping one eye on these guys, and keeping my very loaded rifle slung and ready because I’m also somewhat concerned that I’m going to have to shoot one of these idiots myself if the stupidity level goes up another notch, and I want it to be very obvious that if they point a gun at me they are pointing a gun at a man with a clearly loaded AR.

After they blast some rounds in the dirt, the kid eventually comes back behind the line, and the kids pull out the revolver to take turns shooting.

The boy walks up to the line with the revolver and the girl sits on the bench next to him, looks right at him, and I see the next few moments in slow motion. The boy pulls the trigger and the girl gets an absolute face full of cylinder gap, and screams.

I chose that moment to exit, stage left, but that whole scene is burned into my brain, as assuradly as hot gas was burned into that poor girls eyes.

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Cabbage Rolls

Ingredients

12 large leaves cabbage
1 cup cooked white rice
1 egg, beaten
1/4 cup milk
1/4 cup minced onion
1 pound extra-lean ground beef
1 1/4 teaspoons salt
1 1/4 teaspoons ground black pepper
1 (8 ounce) can tomato sauce
1 tablespoon brown sugar
1 tablespoon lemon juice
1 teaspoon Worcestershire sauce

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Instructions

Bring a large pot of water to a boil. Boil cabbage leaves 2 minutes, just until pliable; drain.
In large bowl, combine rice, egg, milk, onion, ground beef, salt and pepper.
Place about 1/4 cup of meat mixture in center of each cabbage leaf, and roll up, tucking in ends. Place rolls in slow cooker, seam side down.
In a small bowl, mix together tomato sauce, brown sugar, lemon juice and Worcestershire sauce. Pour over cabbage rolls.
Cover, and cook on LOW for 8 to 9 hours.

Foreign Woman Meets American Women & NOW Understands Why Passport Bros Exist!

The look on their faces when she said she understood why men are traveling out the states. The salt was real in that room!!!

Why did the Prime Minister of Bengal quit her post and fled the country?

She has no choice but to fly away; the country has already fallen into a downward spiral.

On the surface, the recent unrest in Bangladesh appears to be due to civil service positions being skewed in favor of military families, but this is just a trigger. Even if there were zero reserved positions for military families, there would still be hundreds of thousands of university graduates competing for very few positions.

The essence of the problem is economic decline and public dissatisfaction.

Bangladesh is in deep trouble.

Firstly, there is a population explosion. With such a small land area, it has 170M people. China has a large population, but Bangladesh’s population density is nearly ten times that of China! Russia’s land area is 116 times that of Bangladesh, yet its population is 30 million less.

The total population of these red areas on Earth, compressed into a very small point, is Bangladesh.

With such a large population, the vast majority are engaged in agriculture, which has very low added value.

Bangladesh is the second most disaster-prone country in the world (the first is the Philippines).

Previously, population growth was slow, relying entirely on the harsh adjustment of natural disasters.

During the last major famine, 10 million out of a population of 40 million in Bangladesh died of starvation.

After entering the modern era, pesticides, high-yield seeds, fertilizers, and vaccines have caused a sharp increase in the agricultural population.

Unlike China, which has implemented family planning policies, a democratically elected government in Bangladesh cannot do the same. As a result, the population continues to grow while land area remains fixed, and frequent natural disasters make it difficult to develop a secondary industry on a large scale.

The world’s largest and most dangerous ship-breaking yard is in Bangladesh, but it can only accommodate 200,000 workers, and the value added to production is extremely low.

The country’s pillar industry, the textile industry, has little technological content and faces extremely fierce international competition.

In fact, it is at the bottom of the international division of labor.

Another mistake is the excessive emphasis on higher education. At this stage, the country should focus more on basic education rather than higher education.

After receiving higher education, many young people are unwilling to settle for low-income jobs.

What’s worse is that the country has invested significant resources in cultivating a highly educated population, but most of them are liberal arts graduates.

In China, for example, when I was taking the college entrance exam, the ratio of STEM students to liberal arts students was about 8:1 to 9:1.

There was even some discrimination against liberal arts students at that time; those who failed to compete in STEM fields were the ones considering studying liberal arts.

Even today, the ratio of STEM students to liberal arts students in China is still about 1:1, and STEM students generally have better job prospects and salaries compared to liberal arts students.

(To this day, on the Chinese Internet, the phrase “Are you a liberal arts student?” is still clearly mocking and contemptuous.)

(I believe Vietnam should also learn from this. Today, in Vietnam, the ratio of STEM majors to liberal arts majors is about 1:2, which is far too high for liberal arts students.)

With so many liberal arts graduates, who have broad perspectives, they are naturally unwilling to engage in hard work after graduation, leading to unrest.

Democratic governments and parliamentary politics are not very suitable for late-developing countries.

If Bangladesh cannot make the most of the remaining value of manual labor before AI and automation technologies become dominant, and cannot push for more industrialization, the future of Bangladesh will be very concerning.

GUANGZHOU IS SO MODERN! | An INDIAN’s First Time In CHINA

Rat Fink

When I was growing up in the 1960’s us young boys enjoyed collecting these grotesque plastic figurines. I really don’t know what the attraction was. But we all really thought they were cool. Often these characters were often shown posing in hot rods and doing all sorts of silly things.

Looking back, I suppose toys are influenced by the society and culture snapshot in time.

Here’s some of the toys that defined my family life in the 1960s…

Ah. Memories. Today…

Why is North Korea so hated?

Hatred towards North Korea was deliberately cultivated in the West, as the US planned to capture it and make a base there. North Korea has a unique strategic position, it has a land border with China and Russia at the same time. Therefore, North Korea was molded into an “enemy image”. Naturally, with all the horror stories about communism. While North Korea after the Korean War, where the Americans were engaged in genocide of the Korean people, did not bother anyone. It was the US that was aggressively inclined, imposed sanctions to starve the Koreans. And the US was preparing an invasion, but the Koreans collected nuclear weapons, the US did not have time to attack the impoverished and defenseless country. And now North Korea has its own nuclear weapons, is friends with China and Russia, and Russia is obliged to help in an attack on the DPRK. The US will break its teeth.

Innovative Idea

How does the USA freedom compare to other nations on Earth? Is it truly the land of the free?

There are 100000s of videos of US police, DEA agents, CIA agents etc violating the US constitution and violating rights of the people that are written and ENSHRINED in the US constitution.

Is that freedom? This is one case.

He has 100s of videos about this. He’s one channel, there are 10000s of such channels.

Now compare and contrast my other experiences.

In the UK. SOCPA means ANY amount of cash on you can be considered suspicious and criminal property. It got a lot of car guys into trouble as you’d sell a car for £2000 or something or buy a car for £3000 or something and be walking around with a big wad of cash. The police might declare a SOCPA seizure but they have to give it you back in 48 hours if you can prove it.

Serious Organised Crime and Police Act 2005

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But here’s the shitty thing

If you literally have the bank slip about how you just took it out the bank? It still gets taken off you and you have to go claim it back.

In Hong Kong and China.

In Hong Kong I once had a LOT of cash on me. A client had literally handed me a massive wad of cash to build him his dream home and to refurbish his dad’s ancient home. I had a contract signed it was in black and white. I was stopped by police. They asked for my ID went through my bag and asked me why I had all that cash on me, I was literally on the way to the bank.

They had a look at the contract and put the cash back and let me be on my way. The same happened with my builder friend it was pay day and he had well over $100K on him. Police searched him saw his bank slip of him withdrawing it and pay contracts and he was let go there and then and allowed to walk away with the cash.

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Cranberry Fritters

Yield: 3 dozen

Ingredients

3/4 cup fresh cranberries
1 1/2 cups unbleached flour
3/4 cup granulated sugar
1 tablespoon baking powder
1/4 teaspoon salt
1/2 cup + 1 tablespoon milk
1/4 cup dark brown sugar
Oil (for deep frying)
Confectioners’ sugar (optional)

Instructions

Wash cranberries and dry on paper towels.
Sift dry ingredients together and mix in milk gradually to form a stiff dough. With well-floured hands, pinch off 1 teaspoon of dough and make an indentation. Sprinkle a little brown sugar in the indentation and place a cranberry in the center. Roll dough around the berry. balls should be about the size of a large marble.
Heat oil in a deep, heavy kettle until the temperature reaches 375 degrees F.
Drop fritter balls into the hot fat and fry, turning, until they are deep golden brown on all sides. Drain on paper towels. If desired, shake confectioners’ sugar over the fritters just before serving.
Serve hot.

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Now that the PRC has removed term limits for Xi Jinping, isn’t it essentially a dictatorship?

I am an ordinary Chinese citizen. I will attempt to explain this issue in 30 sentences:

The Chinese government has a vast expert decision-making system.
Decisions made by the national leaders are always based on scientific and engineering quantitative analysis, rather than unpredictable public opinion.
In both past and future years, this expert decision-making system has recognized that the world is at a historical crossroads. Different choices lead to different destinies.
China itself is also a participant in the world’s historical process. Therefore, it deeply understands that “choice” is destiny.
At the same time, these historical processes that shape destiny are undergoing rapid changes.
Some of these changes could bring catastrophic disasters to certain countries and peoples.
These potential disasters include: climate change, wars, pandemics, religious conflicts, clashes of civilizations, and some lunatic presidents who come to power through bluster and populist incitement.
Although China is an independent civilization historically,
In a turbulent world, no one can guarantee that China will remain unscathed during this period of historical upheaval.
This is terrifying. Because the Chinese people have endured hundreds of years of hunger and poverty, and only recently ended absolute poverty.
As human beings, without enough food and clothing, there is no dignity, no human rights, and no future.
Chinese people have never believed in an “afterlife.” They often say: “I cannot see the happiness of the next life, I only see the suffering of this life.”
Chinese people also want to live with dignity, rights, and hope.
To ensure a better destiny for our country in the future turbulent world,
To make Chinese people truly human—healthy, happy, decent, free, and creative,
We must make necessary preparations before the foreseeable turbulent years begin to engulf the world.
These preparations are divided into two aspects:
Domestically, we need comprehensive top-level design and strong execution to get through turbulent times.
Internationally, Chinese people must actively participate in global hotspots, doing our best to eliminate potential dangerous factors that could spiral out of control.
Because the fewer visible danger factors there are, the higher the controllability, and the better the chances of safely navigating turbulent times.
Therefore, in China, we see leaders implementing a series of preparatory measures with strong motivation.
These measures are reflected in the reform and optimization of the financial system, energy system, public health system, education system, real estate system, military system, agricultural system, industrial system, and technological system.
Outside China, we see China actively promoting the cooling of hotspots.
These efforts include mediating the historic reconciliation between Saudi Arabia and Iran, uniting various Palestinian factions, promoting political solutions to the Russia-Ukraine conflict, and encouraging Southeast Asian countries to integrate into China’s industrial vision.
This is a vast super-system and an invisible war affecting everyone in the world.
The dust of history falls on the heads of every ordinary person, and each speck is a mountain.
The Chinese people, who have carried the burden of mountains for centuries, now just want to live freely and well.
There is an old Chinese saying: “Changing generals at the front line is a taboo in warfare.”
So, I wish President Xi and his colleagues success in achieving all their set goals.
My generation of Chinese might witness this historical turning point firsthand.

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What’s the most questionable cost-cutting move you’ve seen an employer make?

Consultant here. 1994.

It was a multi-million dollar operation and, for no fault of the company or employees, sales had dropped. (Sales volume had dropped for the entire industry for this time period.) Everybody felt under pressure. The hourly workers were wondering if they could lose their jobs. The commissioned people weren’t prepared for the loss of income. Ownership was wondering if they would be able to spend two weeks in Key West in the fall.

So, what happened?

Ownership canceled the delivered water contract and had the water cooler removed from the front reception room.

For the “savings” of less than $25/month, they removed the proverbial water cooler where EVERYBODY had access and almost everybody used, including using the spring water (versus tap water) for coffee.

Did ownership explain the sacrifice? No, the water cooler disappeared without notice and the receptionist had to explain it was “cost cutting measures.” Did ownership give a pep talk? No, they complained about expenses. Did ownership cancel their annual car leases or downsize to a less expensive choice? No, as always, the delivery of three new Cadillac was made, replacing the brand new “fleet” (for owner, owner wife and owner son/employee) from the previous year.

The water cooler disappeared and within two months the operation lost all its salesmen, half its hourly force and 80% of business. Dumbest move I’d ever seen.

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Do you agree with an Australian saying no way China built 43,000 km of high speed rail network? It’s not humanly possible.

China isn’t exactly hidden from the world is it?

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You have a Visa and can visit China anytime and see for yourself can’t you?

China has 34 routes on HS measuring a distance of 4,790 Kms at 350 KPH

China has 57 routes on Rail measuring a distance of 28,730 Kms at 256 KPH

That’s 33,520 Kms of guaranteed railway length

This is public record. You can check each route, delete the repeating routes and this is the number you get

170 million travelled by these routes this year and purchased tickets

So they have 33,000+ kms publicly published on record – more than the rest of the world combined

Why would they lie about having a mere 10,000 Kms more?

If they had said 100,000 – I understand

They said 43,000 when they have 33,500 that can be verified sitting in Chennai

Why make up a mere 10,000 Kms?

So my guess is 43,000 is very true and Australia is just as usual being a sore loser

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Paintings of the High Seas

Carne Adobado (Spiced Pork)

This is great as a filling for Indian Fry Bread.

Ingredients

2 cups red chile puree or 12 tablespoons chile powder
3 pounds fresh, lean pork
2 teaspoons salt
1 tablespoon oregano
2 cloves garlic, mashed

Instructions

Cut pork into strips.
Mix other ingredients, add to pork strips, and let stand in refrigerator for 24 hours.
Cut meat into cubes and brown in small amounts of oil. Add chile sauce and simmer one hour or more.
To serve, add more fresh chile sauce and cook until tender.

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Leaders of 14 Palestine factions sign Beijing Declaration agreeing to end division, disrupting Israel’s plan to keep the factions divided to prevent Palestine state creation. This is a significant achievement. Why is USA unable to broker such peace?

Sometimes when I see you Americans talking about politics, I get anxious!

The elites in the U.S. are extremely intelligent, but the general public’s political literacy definitely needs more serious study.

I’m not an official, nor am I a member of the Chinese Communist Party. According to the CCP’s class classification, I’m just an urban commoner… I just enjoy reading history books in my spare time.

I’ll speak my mind, based on the freedom of speech you Americans like to talk about!

Clearly, I’m not a professional, and I don’t have much knowledge, just talking nonsense.

Here I go!

Don’t just focus on the Middle East!

Chairman Mao said 50 years ago: Taiwan is small, the world is big.

It’s the same principle.

Chinese people often ridicule the Japanese for having tactics without strategy, but the Japanese also understand that “the world is one big chess game.”

There is no Middle East issue, no Taiwan issue, no South China Sea issue, no Russia-Ukraine conflict.

The only real issue is the five big words: 后美国时代！(Post-American Era)

Americans are still stubbornly believing they are the only superpower, not believing that in 5 to 10 years, America could completely collapse. The U.S. is already extremely dangerous; all the signs of an empire’s collapse are already present in America.

Americans might not know this, but the wolves, tigers, and hyenas in the world, they know it. They’re all tensing up, showing their fangs!

You don’t play Go, but you probably play bridge, right? Personally, I really enjoy bridge.

The bidding in bridge is very interesting. You look at your hand, estimate your strength, and then communicate with your partner and opponents using a kind of coded language, right?

John Mearsheimer, the most popular American strategist in China, sadly believes in his book The Tragedy of Great Power Politics that great powers are caught in a prisoner’s dilemma and cannot trust each other. This is certainly true, but not entirely true.

Great powers can communicate through the bidding process in bridge.

For example, not long ago, the U.S. invited China to participate in arms control talks, and China refused.

For China, this situation is very rare.

Then, the U.S. unusually announced its nuclear arsenal numbers, less than 3,500.

This means: China, don’t misunderstand, I don’t intend to start a nuclear war.

Then China immediately issued a statement: Suggesting not to initiate a nuclear war. (This is China’s olive branch to the U.S., indicating that it has no intention of starting a nuclear war.)

Then, China and Russia simultaneously deployed strategic bombers capable of carrying hydrogen bombs for exercises near North America. This signals: China and Russia are now nuclear strategic allies; if the U.S. strikes either one, China and Russia will retaliate with nuclear force.

The U.S. media gave it a cold response, with even less attention than the previous balloon incident.

American people, don’t rely on your useless media. They are all liars.

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Isn’t it obvious? 1+1=2, 2+2=4…

Only a fool would not understand…

Speaking of the Middle East, haven’t you noticed that in the Beijing Declaration, the supported UN plan is Resolution 181, which is a return to the situation of 1948, not the previous 1967 two-state solution!

This indicates that China is very unhappy with Israel and is willing to provide more support to other Middle Eastern countries, not just morally.

Now, all the wolves and tigers around the world are rubbing their hands, preparing for the next move, such as Erdogan.

Rest assured, this person is extremely shrewd. Although he makes the loudest noise, he is more stingy than anyone else when it comes to deploying troops. His ecological niche is to challenge Iran.

In this feast of spoils, Iran might indeed miss the opportunity to sit at the table.

Turkey and Russia are still more ruthless and smarter. Iran has been excessively indecisive. What a pity.

Modern Women Have Realized They Made the Biggest Mistake of their Lives

Why is North Korea so hated?

You’re told to, that’s why.

Meanwhile you’re told to ignore anything before a certain point… where have we heard that before?

What do you mean before a certain point?

You know 22 years ago on 11th September 2001? 3000 people were killed yeah?

Some basic maths? 1/95,000th of the US population were killed that day. A typical person’s network is about 100–150 people meaning about – 450000 were indirectly affected.

A lot right?

In the Korean war the USAF killed 20–25% of their population with airpower, nothing was left standing EVERYTHING was bombed. Shacks, huts EVERYTHING was bombed.

1 in 4 people were MURDERED by the US airforce.

But wait it gets worse.

US sanctions starved the people killing several more million.

You think about that, 3000 people were killed in the USA and 450,000 were affected and the USA went on a rape murder spree killing nearly 5 million people

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the white power types like Colin Riegels are all hahahahhaha it was FUN TO DESTROY IRAQ non whites are just insects! Only WHITE DEATHS COUNT because WE ARE THE WORLD NOBODY ELSE IS HUMAN.

And yet most white supremacies still think they’re the good guys.

The popularity of Abu Ghraib is testament to that

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The whistleblower Joe Darby was absolutely destroyed over that when his conscience told him to show the shitty things the US has been doing for decades.

Scott Ritter REVEALS: NATO in Full PANIC! Russia Puts Ukraine’s Army on the Verge of TOTAL COLLAPSE!

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Elon Musk speaks

U.S. Government Selects New President For Venezuela

The clown show continues:

U.S. says Maduro lost Venezuelan election, calls for talks, transition – Washington Post

CARACAS, Venezuela — The United States on Thursday said opposition candidate Edmundo González defeated President Nicolás Maduro in Venezuela’s presidential election and called for negotiations to ensure a peaceful transition of power.Maduro claims that he won Sunday’s vote. The opposition, meanwhile, says that the government’s own records, as well as independent exit polls, indicate that González won twice as many as votes.

“Given the overwhelming evidence, it is clear to the United States and, most importantly, to the Venezuelan people that Edmundo González Urrutia won the most votes in Venezuela’s July 28 presidential election,” Secretary of State Antony Blinken said in a statement Thursday evening.

Did anyone inform “President” Juan Guaido?

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It’s interesting how the US always knows what happens in other countries’ elections, and the “real” results, but can’t manage its own elections and has a political system which no longer bears any resemblance to democracy in substance, and ever less so in form.

It’s also interesting how the US allows itself, and is allowed, to openly choose other countries’ leaders, and to assassinate them if other “democratic’ US methods don’t succeed.

The Grotesque States of America, as someone called it, is blind to how grotesque it has become and how much revulsion it is generating, which is systematically pushing it into irrelevance.

As for Venezuela, it is not going to allow another Guido cycle to hinder its path forward.

“Tensions that emerged on Sunday and continued on Monday and Tuesday, are now under control, and this control will become stricter day by day in order to ensure [the country’s] peace, prosperity and production,” Maduro said.

“We have arrested over 1,200 criminals and are now searching for another 1,000, who will also be arrested,” the president continued, adding that those individuals “underwent training in Texas, US, as well as in Colombia, Peru and Chile,” and his government has video footage of these training sessions to prove it.

He also said that “the criminals set over 300 police stations on fire.” In his words, around 80% of rioters were under the influence of drugs or alcohol.

“We are catching them, one by one, and there will be no mercy,” Maduro said, announcing that two maximum security prisons will be put into operation about two weeks later. “All criminals will go to maximum security prisons.”

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Huckleberry Fritters

Yield: 2 dozen

Ingredients

2 cups huckleberries or blueberries
3 cups unbleached flour
1/2 cup granulated sugar
1 1/4 teaspoons baking powder
3 eggs
1/2 cup water
Oil (for deep frying)

Instructions

Wash berries and allow to drain well.
Sift dry ingredients together into a mixing bowl.
Beat eggs with water until foamy. Mix quickly into dry ingredients. Fold in berries.
Heat oil or shortening in deep heavy skillet to 350 degrees F.
Drop batter by tablespoonsful into the hot oil. Turn fritters frequently so that they brown to a deep golden color on all sides.
Drain on paper towels and serve hot.

Crocodile Dundee (1986) *First Time Watching Reaction!

Why would Musk still contribute 45 million a month to Trump’s super PAC when he has invited the Chinese to build EVs in the US?

On the Chinese internet, people are also discussing this issue.

The majority believe that it is because of certain Democratic policies that have angered Elon Musk.

What I mean is the matter of Musk’s son transitioning.

We may be completely wrong in our speculation, but as Chinese people, this kind of thinking is quite natural.

Few Chinese parents would agree with such a thing and would definitely be extremely angry. So, perhaps we are projecting our own feelings.

Chinese people generally like Trump more, at least much more than Biden, and it has nothing to do with tariffs or anything like that. Here are two very important factors:

1. Values: You read that right, Chinese people relatively recognize Trump’s values more, such as hard work, valuing family, and not doing drugs.

Especially important is that due to political correctness, we don’t dare to oppose LGBTQ and immigration on the internet.

But in reality, people are very anxious.

This is not discrimination; it has to do with Chinese history. For thousands of years, the Chinese view on homosexuality has been “Oh, that’s fine, but don’t force it on me, and don’t affect me. We are all equal, you can’t think you’re superior just because you’re a minority.”

This is different from the West, where there was brutal persecution of homosexuals before, and now there is excessive promotion.

2 Immigration issue: In our history, we didn’t capture Black people from Africa and sell them as slaves, so we naturally don’t have a sense of guilt.

We are also not a country of immigrants, so when more than 30,000 Africans without legal status (some even claim up to 500,000, which I doubt, it shouldn’t be that many) gather in specific communities in Guangzhou, with over 90% being young males, and increasing at a rate of 30% per year, we are really, really worried.

But the above two issues, because of political correctness, cannot be publicly opposed. When we hear Trump’s views on sexual minorities and illegal immigrants, we naturally feel: he is saying what we want to say!

3.Trump doesn’t “keep a dog”

There are countless attacks and abusive comments against China on the Chinese internet, but very few in real life because the majority are actually paid posts.

These people don’t discuss other issues normally, but once a hot event like the Ukraine crisis happens, they post the same content densely to stir things up.

Chinese netizens generally believe they are hired by the Democratic Party, saying the American Democrats are too good at “remote farming dogs.” During Trump’s administration, this phenomenon was rare, possibly because he was smart enough to know that such actions only make the Chinese more disgusted and serve no purpose, so he cut the funding for online opinion wars.

Therefore, many people hope he will be in power again, at least to clean up the Chinese internet a bit.

These are situations that foreigners might not know about, so I ventured to respond.

Can the PRC use ground-based missiles to wipe out 80+% of Taiwan’s air force and navy in a first strike before using its air force to attack Taiwan?

It’s very easy to do. However, Taiwan’s air force and navy soldiers also have family members. When they die, their parents and siblings must have been devastated.

The CPC will not resort to war to unify Taiwan until it is absolutely necessary.

After all, the two sides of the Strait share the same roots after all, so there is no need to fight to the death.

In the same family, it was common for the eldest brother to join the PLA and the younger brother to join the Kuomintang army.

Mao Fumei, Chiang Kai-shek’s first wife and Chiang Ching-kuo’s mother, was actually from the same clan as Mao Zedong. According to the seniority, Chiang Kai-shek was Mao Zedong’s “brother-in-law” or “uncle”. Even Mao’s younger cousin was a lieutenant general in the Kuomintang.

Xi Jinping’s wife’s uncle followed Chiang Kai-shek to Taiwan in 1949. Xi Jinping’s wife’s uncle’s family lives in Taiwan.

During the Chinese People’s Liberation War in 1949, 4 million Kuomintang soldiers surrendered and only a very small number of them lost their lives in the war.

Starting from April 1949,

only those Kuomintang soldiers who contacted the PLA at least one month in advance to surrender could be considered “abandon evil and follow good, 起义”,
those who surrendered 72 hours before the PLA attack could only be considered “active surrender, 投诚”,
and those who laid down their weapons during the PLA attack could only be considered “captive, 被俘”.

It is said that there was a unit in Lin Biao’s Fourth Field Army that was very rude, and it was the unit that was specifically reprimanded by Premier Zhou Enlai. They thought that there were too many Kuomintang troops who “abandoned evil and followed good, 起义” and “active surrendered, 投诚”, and their enemy annihilation figures were not good, so they returned the weapons to the Kuomintang soldiers when they had clearly “active surrender, 投诚”, and forced them to change their “active surrender, 投诚” to “captive, 被俘”.

“Abandon evil and follow good, 起义”, “active surrender, 投诚”, “captive, 被俘”, the literal meanings are different, and the treatment is very different.

In the 1980s – 1990s, a large number of people petitioned the central government, demanding to prove that they were “abandon evil and follow good , 起义” instead of “active surrender, 投诚”.

Therefore, at that time, the Kuomintang troops spent a lot of time studying how to “abandon evil and follow good , 起义” or “active surrender, 投诚” with the highest cost-effectiveness!

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In 1959, when the first batch of war criminals were pardoned at the Gongdelin War Criminals Management Center, it was strictly stipulated that only those who had been “Captured for ten years, 被俘满10年” were eligible for pardon.

At that time, the prisoners of war in the War Criminals Management Center were immediately excited.

Those captured in the Battle of Lunan, the Battle of Xiangfan, and the Battle of Yangshanji were undoubtedly eligible for the first batch of pardons.
Those captured in the Liaoshen Campaign and the Huaihai Campaign were all in a good mood.
But those captured in the Pingjin Campaign were a little confused, and they were not sure whether they were eligible for pardon.
Those captured after the Crossing the Yangtze River Campaign were all gloomy and wished they had been captured earlier.

Time is running out, places are limited, and the “Abandon evil and follow good, 起义” needs to act sooner rather than later.

Classical art

Native American Ravioli

Ingredients

3 cups sifted all-purpose flour
4 eggs
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon vegetable oil

Instructions

Pour the flour into a mound on a flat working surface. Make a depression in the center with your hand that almost reaches through to the board. Crack the eggs directly into the well and, with a fork, whip in the salt and oil, mixing the flour in from around the edges. Mix and knead the dough with your hands for 8 to 10 minutes, until the dough has a smooth and elastic consistency. If the dough seems a bit dry, add a little water; add a little more flour if it seems too moist.
Once you have obtained the desired consistency, cover the dough with plastic wrap and place it in the refrigerator for 15 minutes.
Divide the dough into handsful and roll out each section to a very thin, even, almost translucent thickness. Use your imagination to cut the dough into any size or shape.

Notes

Any filling can be used to make the ravioli.

Blue Cornmeal Ravioli: Substitute a combination of 1 cup finely ground blue cornmeal and 1 1/2 cups flour for the flour in this recipe. Increase the number of eggs to 5.

What’s the best mistake you’ve ever made?

I turned up to work just over a year ago.

The previous evening my colleague had asked me for my password to my computer so she could print some “things” from my computer.

This colleague did not like me.

She then went through my messages that I had sent to another colleague. These messages would be deemed inappropriate in the workplace.

She showed these messages to a manager.

I turned up to the work next day.

My belongings were packed in a box and I was told I would not be needed at work today or ever again.

My mistake was sending the inappropriate messages to my colleague who subsequently resigned the same day.

I cost myself a job.

I cost my friend and colleague his job.

This was my mistake.

What happened from here though was a moment of self reflection.

Instead of blaming my employer and my sneaky colleague I turned around and asked myself:

“Why did I write those messages in the first place?”

I began to ask myself other questions.

“Why was I so angry at the sneaky women who got me fired?”

“Why was I in a job that I didn’t like in the first place?”

This led me to more questions.

“Why was I being rude about another person behind their back?”

“Why did I let my ego make bad decisions for the last twenty five years?”

My mistake led me to realise that I had been a bad human being for a number of years.

Since being fired I’ve opened my own gym, written for the Huffington Post and spoken about this same mistake for the last year and how I learned from it.

Being a bad person and getting caught was the biggest mistake I’ve ever made but it made the best man I’ve ever been too.

What’s wrong with Venezuela’s economy?

They decided to make it rain like there is no tomorrow. And then tomorrow came.

See, for an individual relying on a day job is probably fine. For a household relying on a single income is not great but, it works in many instances. For a company, only having one source of revenue, is very very reckless. For a nation, relying purely on one form of income and doing very very little to create wealth otherwise is just a recipe for disaster.

In the 1970s, and later, Venezuela decided to go on a spending spree. Taxes were lowered and government spending was increased in the form of handouts. This led to an increase in the purchase of foreign cars and other luxury items. The government then went crazy with its government-owned enterprises moving into utilities, roadways, health, internet, telecommunication, and tourism. They also entered the finance industry, buying up private banks and making them state-run which were financially crippling to purchase and then so poorly run that they never made a profit.

When government-run enterprises and workers get all the money they need, it makes it incredibly hard for private enterprises and small businesses to compete. Why would an individual start a business, if the government will just open a competing business, run it to a loss and drive the individual out of work.

In 2008, all export industries apart from oil had collapsed which resulted in massive unemployment but the government took massive debt and provided handouts. At this point, the country was literally a lottery winner who quit their job, spent all of the money and then re-mortgages the homes, they bought with their winnings in order to buy more lottery tickets.

The declining oil prices, then bought the whole house of cards crashing down. And then the poorly run government bureaucracy did, what a poorly run government bureaucracy does and tried to print its way out of trouble, causing massive hyperinflation in the process.

The cat distribution system FINALLY chose us!

Record albums in egg cartons

Oh, it’s been a while, but I used to own a “turntable” and “albums” that I would play on my “Hi Fi” stereo system. Oh, ever since High School, I listened to albums on my all-in one player.

But, you know… when I went to college at university was I introduced to modular stereos components. And I really constructed quite a set up with all sorts of gear for my music listening pleasure.

Something a little bit like these fine examples. Though mine was on a real budget…

I had Pioneer and Techniques components with a few misc other makes. It was a Hodge-podge of stereo components, with some nice speakers. Why, though? I used headphones most of the time. Don’t you know.

I well remember the Techniques turntable.

My father couldn’t understand why I would have one that would play automatically multiple albums. But I said that I liked it that way… low and individual. He just shrugged and walked away.

Anyways… here’s to my lost collection of albums in egg cartons. Who know’s where they are today.

And now.

Today…

Are we witnessing the decline of the American empire?

In the past 5 or 6 years, I have noticed that America’s decline is comprehensive, affecting not just the economy, but the entire industry and culture.

Just like the Twin Towers, after what seemed like an eternity of smoldering, the subsequent collapse happened in an instant.

Presidential Election 2024

“Neither is qualified. Both deserve to lose.”

Video: Prof. Jeffrey Sachs Q & A at Cambridge Union as published on Oct 30 2024

Starting at 48:06 min (automated transcript, slightly edited):

Sachs:

I will not vote for a candidate that doesn’t meet the minimum threshold for being president of the United States and we have two candidates, lead candidates, that don’t. And so I decided I’m not voting – period. Because I want a candidate that actually has some possibility of doing something.

Now maybe they will but not based on what they say every day.

It is a profession of love for Israel’s murderous reign in the Middle East. Okay, by itself I wouldn’t support that. That’s enough for me because Israel is committing a genocide in Gaza and it’s sickening and it’s obvious and we see it every day. And if a candidate can’t figure out to say something about then I can’t support them. Period.

But then Kamala Harris, who would normally be my candidate because I was a lifelong Democratic Party voter. Although with great disappointment whether they won or lost. Because when they won I was disappointed with what they did. When they lost I was disappointed that my candidate lost. So I’ve never been happy for a while about us politics.

It’s been five miserable presidents as far as I’m concerned from Clinton, Bush, Obama, Trump, Biden, awful all of them. They brought us to the brink of nuclear war. I can’t forgive them for that kind of recklessness.

But when it comes to Ukraine Harris says we stand with Ukraine. Just everybody understand what does it mean to stand with Ukraine, like Boris Johnson stands with Ukraine. It means 2,000 Ukrainians killed or wounded severely every single day. That’s not standing with Ukraine. That is standing with the destruction of Ukraine. It’s exactly the opposite. And so that’s a purely Orwellian idea that we’re standing with Ukraine by continuing this war.

And that’s what she says because she doesn’t seem to have any idea other than what she’s told to say or she says her ideas. And either way I can’t vote for her.

And with Trump – don’t even get me started.

So the answer is I don’t see either of them based on what they’re saying right now doing much.

But I think there’s another point that is important in this. I’m not without hope for a quite different reason and that is that our politics is not determined by American presidents. Our politics is determined by the Security State apparatus. And what is happening right now is not in America’s security interest and so they could change their mind.

President Putin said something actually very interesting in an interview in 2017, I think in Figaro. By the time he had three presidents as his counterparts, Bush, Obama and Trump, and he said to this French reporter in 2017.

He said: “You know I’ve dealt with three American presidents. Now they come into office with ideas but then men in dark suits and blue ties come to tell them how the real situation is and you never hear of those ideas again.”

And this is from a very tough-minded leader who was himself KGB he understands how the American system works very well. He understands what the CIA means for American foreign policy. He understands that American foreign policy is very deeply rooted.

It’s not this one wins then Obama changes everything and then Trump comes in and changes nothing like that. By the way this has been a consistent foreign policy arguably since 19 certainly since 1991 and arguably since 1945.

– end of Jeffrey Sachs quote

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One Man Found The Infamous “Carpet Trails” In Florida That Lead To Enormous Homeless Encampments Way Back In The Woods

July 25, 2024 by Michael

If you are still able to afford a decent home, you should consider yourself to be incredibly blessed, because vast numbers of Americans do not have a permanent place to live at this point. Homelessness in the United States is at the highest level ever recorded, and it has been growing at the fastest pace ever recorded. The homeless encampments that have been popping up all over our major cities have been making lots of headlines in recent years, but many of the homeless live and die in very isolated places far from public view. What I am about to share with you should deeply sadden all of us.

Way back in the woods in southwest Florida, trails that have been made out of discarded carpets lead to absolutely enormous homeless encampments where hordes of homeless people have made homes for themselves.

One man was able to find these infamous “carpet trails”, and he posted footage of them on his YouTube channel…

Coastal areas of southern Florida are very popular among the homeless because the nights never get too cold even during the winter.

But there are plenty of other hazards, and just trying to stay alive can be a real struggle.

Of course the west coast is dealing with an even greater crisis.

In Portland, homeless encampments have taken over vast stretches of the city and nobody seems to have any solutions.

KATU recently visited one of the most notorious homeless encampments, and they discovered that it has gotten even bigger since the last time they visited it…

This is what a collapsing society looks like.

Poverty and hunger are spreading like wildfire, and the deplorable conditions in many of our core urban areas are being openly mocked all over the globe.

In fact, in China they are actually “producing documentaries on the collapse of American cities”…

The Chinese are now producing documentaries on the collapse of American cities. What this showcases is the grim aftermath of decades of deindustrialization, disastrous progressive policies, and an opioid crisis—ironically fueled by China.

“Chinese are making documentaries about ultra-extreme poverty and decaying cities since they don’t exist in China anymore,” X user S.L. Kanthan wrote in a recent post, accompanied by a short clip from the documentary highlighting the implosion of Oakland, California.

Since the video was narrated in Chinese, X user TranslateMom translated some of the captions, which said, “Everywhere is garbage … People don’t live in places. There are wanderers everywhere.”

One of the primary reasons why so many people are forced to live in the streets is because housing has become ridiculously unaffordable.

If you can believe it, there are now 237 U.S. cities where “buyers will find a price tag of $1 million or more on the typical starter home”…

A million-dollar price tag no longer means lavish and luxurious living. In more than 200 U.S. cities, buyers will find a price tag of $1 million or more on the typical starter home, a new Zillow® analysis finds.

The typical “starter home” — defined for this analysis as being among those in the lowest third of home values in a given region — is worth at least $1 million in 237 cities, the highest number of cities ever. Five years ago, there were only 84 such cities.

That is nuts!

Who can afford to pay a million bucks for a “starter home”?

This is what rampant inflation has done to us.

It has absolutely eviscerated our standard of living, and ordinary Americans such as you and I are feeling a tremendous amount of pain right now.

According to Zillow, California, New York and New Jersey are the states that have the most cities where a typical “starter home” costs at least a million dollars…

Exactly half of all states have at least one city with a typical starter home worth $1 million or more. There are 117 such cities in California, well ahead of New York (31) and New Jersey (21), which have the second- and third-highest numbers. Florida and Massachusetts round out the top five with 11 each.

Among metropolitan areas, the New York City metro, which includes parts of New Jersey and Pennsylvania, has the most cities with million-dollar starter homes at 48. The San Francisco metro has the next highest count at 44, followed by Los Angeles (35), San Jose (15), and Miami and Seattle, each with eight. Irvine, with a population of more than 300,000, is the biggest city with $1 million starter homes.

Of course California is also being overwhelmed by homeless encampments right now too.

Progressive policies have resulted in a chronic shortage of affordable housing, and that isn’t going to change any time soon.

Sadly, conditions are only going to get worse all over the nation because our economic momentum is rapidly taking us in the wrong direction.

For example, we just learned that credit card delinquency rates have risen to the highest level ever recorded…

A growing number of Americans are falling behind on their monthly credit card payments as they continue to battle high inflation and interest rates.

New data published by the Federal Reserve Bank of Philadelphia shows that credit card delinquency rates in the first quarter of 2024 rose to the highest level since 2012, when the Fed began tracking the data. All stages of credit card delinquency — 30, 60 and 90 days past due — rose during the first three months of the year.

And another major retailer just went bankrupt and is closing lots of stores…

Home goods retailer Conn’s HomePlus filed for Chapter 11 bankruptcy protection Tuesday and announced plans to close at least 70 locations across 13 states.

On its website, Conn’s says it will close 18 locations in Florida, nine in Texas and seven in Arizona. Other states that will see stores close include Virginia, Colorado, Mississippi and Oklahoma, among others.

Everywhere you look, there is suffering.

But for the moment, those at the very top of the economic food chain are still thriving.

In fact, the wealthiest one percent have actually gotten 42 trillion dollars wealthier during the past decade…

The world’s richest one percent increased their fortunes by a total of $42 trillion over the past decade, Oxfam said Thursday, ahead of a G20 summit in Brazil where taxing the super-rich tops the agenda.

Despite this windfall, taxes on the rich had plummeted to “historic lows”, the NGO added, warning of “obscene levels” of inequality with the rest of the world “left to scrap for crumbs”.

A day of reckoning is coming for them too.

In fact, a day of reckoning is rapidly approaching for the entire planet.

Our system is fundamentally flawed, and decades of really bad decisions have brought us to a breaking point.

So please don’t look down on those that have lost their homes and have no place to live, because lots more people will be joining them soon.

What is the rudest thing a store owner has done to you that you paid back tenfold?

I’m a model railroader.

Here in NYC we have a hobby shop owner who has zero social skills.

His family is evidentially quite wealthy. They own a hardware store. they finance his hobby shop because they don’t want him involved in the family business. So he can’t go bankrupt no matter what he does. He’s rude and disrespectful to his store’s customers. His prices are about 110–120% of MSRP for items.

The store is always a mess. The owner is always in dirty disheveled clothes. He has a cat that lives in the store, so there’s a smelly uncleaned litter box in the corner. Also the occasional cat shit found on the floor around the shop.

The only reason the model railroad community patronizes the store is because it’s been around for decades and occasionally some interesting long out of production items from decades ago are unearthed.

Everyone in the model railroad community here in the city despises him and has a story about an interaction with him.

A couple of incidents:

A friend of mine found an item on the store shelves he wanted to buy. So he asks the price. (a lot of items are not priced tagged). The storeowner comes running over and says “I need that for an order’ and takes out of my friend’s hand and runs off with it.

Another friend found a locomotive motorized chassis in a junk box. It’s a Bachmann, one of the cheaper toy brands. He asks the owner how much he wants for it and get a spiel about how’s a Bachmann and a ‘classic’. He gets quoted a ridiculous price.

A couple of years back he had a competitor hobby shop open across the street from him by one of his former employees. A UPS guy mistakenly delivered a carton (about 2 or 3 dozen) new locomotives to the store by mistake. So this cretin opens the carton addressed to someone else and starts selling the locomotives. That is until the competitor comes over looking for his mis-delivered items and the cretin refuses to return them. The police got involved and forced him to return the remaining models in the carton to the rightful owner.

To the paid back part.

So when those of us in the local community visit the shop, we like to try to undo in the process sales he’s made to unsuspecting tourist customers and direct them to some of the other hobby shops in the city which actually sell items at a discount price.

When someone is about to drop a few hundred or a grand on a sale, to find out you ca get the same items from someone else for about 25% less is powerful motivation. It being a clean orderly environment, sans cat shit, seals the deal.

Aliens (1986) | First Time Watching | REACTION – LiteWeight Reacting

“I asked a friend who has crossed 70 & is heading towards 80 what sort of changes he is feeling in himself? He sent me the following:

1. After loving my parents, my siblings, my spouse, my children and my friends, I have now started loving myself.

2. I have realized that I am not “Atlas”. The world does not rest on my shoulders.

3. I have stopped bargaining with vegetable & fruit vendors. A few pennies more is not going to break me, but it might help the poor fellow save for his daughter’s school fees.

4. I leave my waitress a big tip. The extra money might bring a smile to her face. She is toiling much harder for a living than I am.

5. I stopped telling the elderly that they’ve already narrated that story many times. The story makes them walk down memory lane & relive their past.

6. I have learned not to correct people even when I know they are wrong. The burden of making everyone perfect is not on me. Peace is more precious than perfection.

7. I give compliments freely and generously. Compliments are mood enhancers not only for the recipient but also for me. And a small tip for the recipient of a compliment: never, NEVER turn it down. Just say, ‘Thank you.’

8. I have learned not to bother about a crease or a spot on my shirt. Personality speaks louder than appearances.

9. I walk away from people who don’t value me. They might not know my worth, but I do.

10. I remain cool when someone plays dirty to outrun me in the rat race. I am not a rat & neither am I in any race.

11. I am learning not to be embarrassed by my emotions. It’s my emotions that make me human.

12. I have learned that it’s better to drop the ego than to break a relationship. My ego will keep me aloof, whereas with relationships, I will never be alone.

13. I have learned to live each day as if it’s the last. After all, it might be the last.

14. I am doing what makes me happy. I am responsible for my happiness, and I owe it to myself. Happiness is a choice. You can be happy at any time, just choose to be!

I decided to share this for all my friends. Why do we have to wait to be 60 or 70 or 80, why can’t we practice this at any stage and age?

Real Italian Spaghetti Sauce and Meatballs

My mother was born in Northern Italy and she taught my two sisters and me how to make traditional Italian spaghetti sauce. She insisted it was not REAL spaghetti sauce if it contained onions and to this day I never order red sauce in a restaurant because invariably restaurants Americanize their sauce and make it with onions.

Here is the REAL thing – at least according to my Italian mother.

Ingredients

Spaghetti Sauce

2 (28 ounce) cans tomatoes (crushed or whole)
1 (12 ounce) can tomato paste
1 cup water
1 teaspoon minced garlic
1 tablespoon dried oregano
1 1/2 teaspoons dried sweet basil
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon black pepper
3 whole bay leaves

Meatballs

2 pounds lean ground beef
2 teaspoons salt
1 teaspoon pepper
1 teaspoon garlic powder
1 teaspoon oregano
1/2 teaspoon sweet basil
1/2 cup grated Parmesan cheese
2 cups soft bread crumbs
2 eggs, slightly beaten

Instructions

Spaghetti Sauce

Place all ingredients in an uncovered Dutch oven, heat to a boil and then immediately reduce heat to a simmer and simmer for 2 to 2 1/2 hours.

Meatballs

Mix together until well blended. Form into meatballs and place on jellyroll pan.
Bake at 350 degrees F for one-half hour.
Once the spaghetti sauce starts to simmer, add meatballs.

Attribution

Shared with recipegoldmine.com by JoAnn Heskin.

Shorpy

Has anyone rented a car with unlimited mileage and then really driven it with “unlimited mileage”? What was the response when you returned the car to the rental agency?

Yes i did this. i just graduated from college and got a job interview in las Vegas. i did not want to drive my car because it did not have air-conditioning. so i went to enterprise and rented the cheapest car they had. i went to the interview and returned in 2 days. i put almost 2000 miles on the car. the lady who checked me in was not happy. She was the manager, well she grabbed a clipboard and went out to the vehicle and started nitpicking everything. even the stuff that was previously damaged. she just kept going for about 20 min and always quoting prices to fix. she paid extra special attention to the windshield and stated i would have to replace the windshield because of “chips” i just kept quiet…

we went back in and she got out her calculator and proceeded to add up all the damages and came to the amount of 2130.00 in damages. and asked how i would like to pay. i said are you sure that is all the damages. well that made he even more mad. and she went into a speech about how i have to pay for all the damages and such for about 2 min. i just stood there and listened. the car cost 19.95 a day. when she was done i reached over the counter and grabbed my rental agreement and i said the 2130.00 she would have to pay because i had taken the insurance with 0 deductible. for 9.95 a day. she grabbed the rental agreement and verified the insurance. and i walked out. she was pissed i will never forget her face when she realized she did not have a leg to stand on. best 20 bucks i ever spent.

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What is the coolest line a pilot has said to the passengers?

Not sure if this line qualifies for coolest, but this particular pilot sure was a cool cat.

I landed for the first time in the States on a flight which was over 12 hours delayed due to missed layovers. A 23 hour journey from Mumbai to JFK had turned into a 35+hour nightmare and I was exhausted. To top that, I missed my onward connecting flight to Buffalo,NY and had to wait for the next and the last flight out of JFK for the evening.

So after a total of 39 hours, I was just about ready to punch someone.

Finally my flight was announced and I boarded. I was seated right next to the wings in an Embraer E 190. Cursing my luck I took a seat for the last flight of this terrible voyage.

This is when the captain comes on. Please excuse me since this might not be exactly what the captain said. I was jet lagged, in a foreign country and generally pissed.

Captain: “Hello folks. Sorry but I don’t think we will fly to Buffalo.

Passengers: *all groan* (I am thinking of just calling it quits and take a flight back home to India).

Captain: (..continues) But guys seriously.. do “you guys” really want to fly to Buffalo? I mean come on! Buffalo??!??. Its cold, wet and unpleasant out there. How about I fly you to Miami instead? Or New Orleans?

Passengers: *understand the gag and start cheering/laughing* (I start laughing out loud too)

Captain: *Chuckling* “Sorry guys, it seems my colleague here is from Buffalo and it is his wife’s birthday tomorrow and he absolutely needs to be there. I am sure all married people on board understand .

Since I have no choice, lets get to Buffalo as soon as possible. Folks the journey to Buffalo will be ….

The cabin was practically raucous by the end of that announcement . Needless to say the rest of the flight was very pleasant.

On our arrival, the captain just says:

“And Buffalo”. *sighs*.

Note: For anyone who cares, I was not flying the friendly skies.

The Tragic Reality That Is Coming To All “Alpha” Females

Does a single day in jail psychologically scar you for life?

i was on vacation at the beach with my 3 kids and husband. We were turning into our hotel when I saw blue lights behind me. I pulled over super confused bc I had not been speeding or doing anything wrong. Officer comes to my window and rudely demands my license. I hand it to him. He tells me to step out of the vehicle and walk back to his car. I asked why I was pulled over. He said “you have a warrant out for your arrest. You’re going to jail” (the warrant was valid although stupid af. 7 years prior I was pulled over for my taillight being out. Cop runs my info and my registration came back suspended. I was booked and released instantly. Went to court. Was put on probation. Didn’t finish my probation bc I had a baby and stopped going. The warrant was bc of that) that was the first time hearing anything about me having a warrant. Despite the reason for it. I was handcuffed and taken to jail in a town I didn’t live in hours from my home. I had never spent even an hour in jail. The whole experience was awful. After booking I was dressed in a jumpsuit and put in a cell by myself where I would spend the next two nights. No one would tell me anything ab my case. Just that I was on a hold. Unable to bond out. And would have to wait on my towns cops to come get me and take me back to where I was from. I wasn’t allowed a phone call. They doped me up on antipsychotics bc my Bp and pulse were high. We were at the beach that afternoon. I was severely sunburnt. The first night I slept on straight concrete. They didn’t give me a cot until my second night. Bc of the drugs I stayed out of it. Which looking back was probably a good thing. I lost time bc there wasn’t a clock to be seen. I would have to ask the guards what day it was and what time it was. I went in Saturday evening and didn’t get out until Monday at lunch. Which as I’m writing this, was yesterday. I’m worried I’m permanently changed. Mentally I’m not okay. I have flashbacks and they feel out of body. Like I know it happened. But it doesn’t feel real. And I feel stupid and weak because it was only two days. Why can’t I just get over it and move on? I feel stuck.

What was the most disrespectful thing a guest in your home ever said to one of your family members, yourself, or another guest?

I don’t get much of that. At home or in public, you would just have to meet me to understand why.

But I did have a friend that insisted in bringing his girl friend with him and she would always “need to use the bathroom”. What she really wanted is to snoop in the medicine cabinet. I told him she was doing it and he said no way.

I bought about a gallon worth of marbles and waited. When he called to see if I would be in I went and pulled the shelfs out of the medicine cabinet held a piece of cardboard over the lower part of the opening then poured in the marbles. I held it in place then pushed the mirror as close to shut as I could, pulled out the cardboard then finished shutting the cabinet.

When they showed up and she went for her “Bathroom break” I told my buddy to shut up and listen. When the sound of marbles crashing on the counter top started I told him to go get her now and never bring her back.

Doing things like that may be why I don’t get a lot of disrespectful people around me.

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What are some of your deepest and most horrifying secrets that only you know about?

I am a 21-year-old girl in the final year of my engineering. I am a University Rank holder and have always secured the first rank in my class. I am not a healthy girl. I have been diagnosed with many ailments during the last 5 years of my life. It has been a struggle and students and teachers at college don’t know this about me.

I have been suffering from scalp psoriasis for the past ten years. I spend 2 to 3 hours every day cleaning my scalp so that others wouldn’t know I have it. It’s hell doing it every day.

I was suffering from anaemia in my 1st year of engineering and my haemoglobin dropped to 3.2 due to loss of blood. I was hospitalised and later was diagnosed with Ulcerative Colitis which the doctor said can never be cured. The medicines the doctor gave had steroids in it to suppress the inflammation in my body. This caused acute pancreatitis and I was hospitalised again. After I was discharged, the doctor thought of giving me a mild dosage of steroids. I was okay for about three days and again was hospitalised due to acute pancreatitis. Eventually, I lost a year due to lack of attendance and it shattered me.

I somehow temporarily recovered and joined engineering next year in a better college. One day, my hands started aching suddenly and this continued for a few months. I was diagnosed with IBD arthritis in my left wrist. And it is still deformed but people can’t notice it. No one knows about it in college.

I bear these pains every day and still manage to study well. I have dreams of becoming a successful girl who doesn’t have to depend on a man for a living. I belong to a middle-class family and I feel terrible that my health has cost my parents so much.

I hope I will be healed someday.

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During a court case, what was your most, “You just messed up.” moment while someone in the opposition was talking?

I shall never forget this moment of “OMG! THAT sure backfired!!”

It was a pre-murder trial hearing to determine the competency of the defendant. Southern state. Material witness was on the stand; her testimony would probably make or break the incompetency claim of the defendant.

NOTE that the witness was not present at the scene of the crime, and did not even know about the crime (before defendant was arrested).

She was merely going to be questioned intensely about the defendant’s known mental illness. She herself had an unquestionable diagnosis that made her testimony different than the psychiatrists who testified as expert witnesses… and they all confirmed her diagnosis, as well as her unique ability to credibly speak about the defendant’s state of mind at the time of the crime.

Defense Attorney: “Do you swear… or affirm… to tell the truth?”

Witness: “Yes.”

Prosecutor: “Objection!! This witness is insane.”

Defense Attorney: “She is NOT insane. She has a mental illness (named it) that is NOT insanity. The DSM states (blah blah blah).”

Judge: “This witness has not been declared insane, and has never been diagnosed as insane. Your own expert witnesses have testified that she is capable of testifying and why her testimony is unique.” -gavel slammed- “She will testify.” — having noticed the witness next to him flinch at the gavel bang — “I’m not angry at you. Do you need something… a drink of water? A moment to relax? Your… ummmm… it’s a teddy bear, right? Do you want it? The bailiff can hand it to you.”

Witness: “Please let Teddy stay safe with the officer. He’s been with me for 42 years, before I left the NICU to go home as a baby. Nothing bad can happen to him.”

Judge: “OK. See? Officer Joey is holding Teddy so he can see you and you can see him. Nothing bad will happen to Teddy.”

Defense Attorney: “So… do you swear, or affirm—“

Prosecutor: “This is a travesty! She is NOT COMPETENT!! I don’t care what the doctors said…”

-rap rap of the gavel-

Judge: “Don’t let the gentle tap fool you; if you continue in this vein, you will be facing contempt charges, Mr P. I would be slamming this gavel, under typical conditions.”

Judge: “Before we try this again… Miss W — do you know what ‘perjury’ is?”

Witness: “Yes.”

Judge: “Will you please tell me what ‘perjury’ is?”

***** here is ‘The Moment’ of ‘He just messed up big time’ *****

👉🏼Witness: “It’s… perjury is… when you lie under oath — after you swore to tell the truth… or affirmed, if your religion doesn’t let you swear an oath… some Christians won’t swear on God’s name… Jews don’t have that problem… At least, not per se — some Jews might say ‘hashem’, it means ‘the Name’ coz they won’t actually say ‘God’ even though that isn’t His name either. But affirmation is just as serious as swearing an oath. And… if you lie under oath, you will go to prison for the rest of your life and never ever get out or see your family ever again.”👈🏼

Judge tries his best to smother his laughter. Hand over his mouth. Finally he turned his head away. And he then puts his hands over most of his face. Once he stops laughing…

Judge: “We have now established that the witness clearly comprehends what perjury is and… ummmmm… how serious it is. Mrs W… you don’t go to prison forever, it’s not more than a few years at the most — and in your case. you would probably only go to jail for a short time, until you pay a fine… lots of money. But… I think you have demonstrated for the record that you fully comprehend what perjury is and the gravity of the crime. Thank you.”

Judge, to Prosecutor: “Do you still have any objection?”

Prosecutor (very very quietly): “No, Your Honor. No further objection.”

Judge: “Be very, very cautious, now, regarding this witness’ capabilities. Neuroses are not insanity. Neither you nor I need to understand everything that created this witness’ complicated nature… all that is required here is her credibility… and, possibly, simpler than typical explanations… although she has described perjury remarkably well.”

Judge, to Defense Attorney: “Proceed… swear her in.”

And this witness provided approx 4 hours, over two days, of credible testimony. None of it was what the prosecutor wanted to hear, but the defense attorney was a happy man indeed. It proved invaluable to the defendant. Her testimony was why the death penalty was never sought.

I Spent Over $30,000 At A Lost Freight Auction And It Paid Off BIG TIME!

What thing about the military did you not know until you were already in it?

how bad it sucks being lower enlisted in the Infantry.

I thought I would be jumping out of helicopters yelling go go go and running around with a machine gun being a bada**.

But for every time I go to do that, there were at least a hundred times of-

working for moron a**hole leadership who made you do dumb things just because they could.

police call. if you miss a cigarette butt you can do police call again, but while low crawling and wearing your protective mask.

cleaning. we cleaned everything all day long. barracks, latrines, weapons, equipment, buildings, vehicles, motor pools, mow the grass, paint the rocks.

the big green weenie. if you don’t like it write a letter to your congressman.

soldiers that say hoo-ah to everything.

endless field exercises walking long distances with heavy equipment. endless rehearsals. freezing in the snow & rain. never enough sleep.

kp duty, including cleaning pots and pans for 18 hours a day in an immersion barrel heater in a snowy forest in Germany. Wearing a helmet. With your M16A2 strapped across your back. It’s “tactical,” you know.

punishment PT. pushups flutter kicks grass drills road marches five mile runs.

hurry up and wait. and wait and wait and wait and wait.

your leave is cancelled due to the mission.

training training training training on tasks you can already do blindfolded backwards while asleep.

parades, which really suck when you were the person marching in them. and rehearsals for parades.

go to the field again. sleep in the dirt, snow & mud again. clean everything again. more layout inspections.

spray paint metal tools & gear after cleaning. god forbid if they find a speck of dirt on your shovel- three day weekend cancelled.

washrack – crawl around under your tracked vehicle with a fire house and a long screw driver chipping mud out of the roadwheels. in january.

air guard in your tracked vehicle. in january.

mandatory fun.

intrusive & obnoxious drug testing.

daily maintenance on vehicles that haven’t moved in a month.

guard duty- standing at a gate at 3 am for two hours in the snow. cq duty. battalion runner duty. you will do guard duty everywhere, all the time it seemed like.

one guy forgot his field jacket so nobody can wear their field jacket and everybody has to freeze.

layout inspections really suck. get ready to do a lot of layout inspections in your barracks & motor pool.

somebody fell asleep riding in a vehicle & lost their weapon. be ready to be really miserable until it’s found.

if it ain’t rainin’ it ain’t trainin’. 40 degrees F, get rained on and get so cold you start to hallucinate laying next to a tree in the forest. Get up and walk 15 miles anyway then do platoon battle drills for hours. Walk 15 miles back.

dig a fighting position. an hour later be told to move it thirty feet to the left, fill in the fighting position & dig a new one.

if your battalion commander says you have to be somewhere at 1400 hours, your company commander will say you have to be there “five minutes prior” and your platoon sergeant will make sure you’re there at 1330 hours.

road march road march road march. learn to walk and sleep at the same time. learn to drive your armored personnel carrier while you’re sleeping. learn to function for a week on three hours of sleep a day in 15–20 minute intervals.

frago #23.

forget taking college classes, the op tempo is too high. and anyway your platoon sergeant thinks it’s dumb because you have so much maintenance & cleaning to do.

how long did it take to experience all this hoo-ah & much much more? from march 1987 thru october 1988.

I could go on and on. It ain’t like the recruiting commercials.

But it was a job I loved and look back on fondly. It profoundly shaped the course of my life and I don’t regret it for a minute. But most of it sucked.

it’s Saturday night, forget going to the club because you have CQ duty. BOHICA. smile about it there isn’t much else you can do. If you’ve gotta be one, then be a Big Red One.

Why do ultra-wealthy people rarely share their wealth with their friends?

I’m not ultra-wealthy. But in a relative sense, I’m ultra-wealthy compared to a friendly acquaintance of mine. “Friendly acquaintance” is a description that’s short of “friend,” in part because of the story I’m about to tell.

I know this guy, call him Bob, from playing chess at Harvard Square. Bob isn’t quite homeless, but he’s damn close. What I like about chess is that Bob’s economic status has nothing to do with his social status (among chess players). He’s by no means shunned; he’s a well-liked member of the scene.

But when it gets to that point in the night and 10 of us want to go to a restaurant, those who can’t afford the restaurant are unfortunately excluded. That’s Bob.

There was a time, when that part of the night rolled up, I would discreetly tell Bob “come hang out with us, I got you at the restaurant.” Bob would be suitably grateful, and the fun would continue.

After a few of those, Bob started to become a little… emboldened. Eventually, it wasn’t a question of waiting until when (or if) the crowd organically went to eat. It started with “yo Charles, check this out….” Then I’d get a little bit of a sob story, and the ask: “so could you help me out with a burrito until I get paid next Wednesday?” Then the sob story dropped, and it was just, “yo Charles, help me out with some pizza.” Sometimes within minutes of me showing up to the Square.

The last straw was when another mutual friend and chess player, Bill, joined us at a restaurant. Bill was also often strapped for cash. To be sure, Bill didn’t ask for anything, he was just tagging along socially.

Bob gets to the counter and orders like 3 meals, and then calls to Bill from the line: “Yo, you want anything? Charles got it!”

Suffice it to say, our relationship cooled a little after that.

It wasn’t that I couldn’t afford to keep buying Bob food. It’s just that after some time — a pretty short amount of time — he appeared to see me more as a cash register than anything else. And that doesn’t work for me.

I have every confidence that story scales up. I’m wealthy enough to buy the Bobs of my world extra burritos all day, every day. Other people might be wealthy enough to buy their friends cars all day, every day. And who knows, maybe they have.

And I’m willing to bet that they’ve turned some friends into some Bobs along the way.

“Yo dude, help me out with a Tesla…”

How do you respectfully tell guests in your home that they’ve overstayed their welcome?

My daughter had a friend who had been kicked out of her home and asked if could she stay with us for a week until she found somewhere permanent. Bunnykins [me] said okay. The “friend” proceeded to borrow money from my easy going daughter, raided all the food in the fridge and cupboards when we were out, showered every 3–4 days, bought home a dog that promptly went into heat marking up my floors and carpet [ yuk ], did absolutely nothing to help clean, and when asked about alternative living arrangements, cried and said she couldn’t find anywhere to go. You get the picture? Six weeks later, she arrived “home” to find us packing boxes in the lounge room. She asked what was going on. I told her we were being evicted for non-payment of rent… three HOURS later, she had moved on to some other poor sap. We unpacked our boxes and once again lived in peace and quiet in our nice clean home. Nasty? Maybe. Effective? Definitely!

What’s the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever witnessed in the waiting area at the ER?

Actually, three of my girlfriends and I were the sideshow in an ER waiting room.

We were with about 200 people doing a medieval re-enactment when a friend of ours accidentally ate something with cinnamon in it – and he is deathly allergic to it. One of us was a nurse, and even with her quick action with an epi pen, he still needed to go to the ER. So, one guy in Viking clothes and armor, and four women in varying outfits from India (mine) to early Celtic, to Imperial Roman, to 14th century French, all troop into the closest hospital ER – and it was in a really, realllly rural area of Georgia.

Being the only hospital within at least fifty miles of anything, they were predictably busy on a Saturday afternoon. We were there for hours and bored out of our minds. We’re all gifted with warped Monty Python humor, and so we started riffing on it. I started talking about how “our husband” was doing, and that I hoped he would be alright, because I wasn’t prepared to jump on his funeral pyre. (Mine was also the “blingiest” outfit, so I was First Wife by default. We referred to each other as First Wife, Second Wife, etc.) The other people in the waiting room were gawking at us like we’d all grown third eyes and horns.) It was just too good to pass up – we had SO MUCH FUN with it. By the time our friend got sent back out, we had all jumped up and started fawning on him – our beloved husband! Alive! What joy! I didn’t have to burn myself up! He didn’t skip a beat, got two of us under each arm, and we all left, rejoicing – and probably giving the locals a bizarre story to tell.

Pasta con Spinach

Ingredients

3/4 pound spaghetti
1 pound fresh spinach, washed, cleaned and drained
8 fresh mushrooms, sliced
1/2 cup cooked ham, shredded
1/2 cup (1 stick) butter, divided
1/4 cup grated Romano or Parmesan cheese

Instructions

Add a tablespoon of olive oil to water in a large kettle. Bring to a boil and add spaghetti. Stir occasionally, and cook to al dente. Do not overcook!
Put spinach into heavy covered pot and cook over high heat, stirring once. When cooked limp, set aside with cover on.
Sauté the mushrooms and ham together in half the butter, just until warm, not brown.
Press liquid out of spinach and add to the skillet with mushrooms and ham.
Melt remaining butter in serving pot.
Add pasta and ham-spinach mixture. Toss well.
Sprinkle with cheese.

Caffeine Machine

Mary Lombardi

With a shoulder heaving sigh, I retract my hand, snap on the cracked cover, and give the poor machine an affectionate pat. Now that the immediate issue is over, I turn to Jack.

“Why, may I ask, is there another crack in the cover?”

He takes a single step back, bringing his hands slightly out in front of himself as he tries to form a consoling expression on his face. “You see-”

“Yes I see”

“I was filling it up and-” He turned before finishing his thought and scrambled away. In his struggle to escape he bounces feet into the air with every step. I race behind him, wanting nothing more than to teach him once and for all to never mess with my coffee.